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flemingsfreckles · 17 days

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I Hate You (18+)

Jessie Fleming x USWNT!Reader

Preview: Jessie is pissed off after Canada loses again to the US, she ends up finding stress relief in the opposing teams captain.

Warnings: where do I even start… hate-sex, oral sex (r receiving and giving), strap on sex (r receiving), fingering (r receiving), tit sucking, marking (hickeys and scratching) face sitting, finger sucking, edging, dirty talk, degradation, spitting, some restraining, minor choking, rough sex, cursing

WC: 4.8k words of horniness

A/N: 🫣 I was having a lot of feelings after the she believes match, don’t mind me

“God you’re so fucking annoying, you lost get over it!” You yelled at Jessie. You both had found yourself in the hallway after the She Believes Cup Final. Well, you had followed her down the hallway, wanting to tease her about your victory. When she saw you following her she had told you off, telling you to leave her be.

You had always disliked each other. You and the Canadian midfielder had always ended up playing for rival teams. She played for Canada, you played for the US, she played for UCLA, you played for UNC, she played for Chelsea, you played for Arsenal. The dislike of each other had turned into hatred as you both were named to be new captains of your National teams within days of each other.

You had the same attitude during and after the Gold Cup Semifinal, and naturally you were a dick to her after you had come away victorious, you made a comment or two when you went to shake hands with her.

So when the She Believes Final lead the two of you to be facing off again, you were at each other's throats. You both had fouled each other a couple times in the game, constantly going hard into her and she’d return the favor. You both had been shown yellows and been warned for the language you were using toward each other.

“I’m annoying? You’re annoying, I can’t stand you. With your attitude, walking around like you’re better than everyone.” She throws her hands up.

“No need to be mad Jessie, we’re just better than you. Specifically I’m better.” You snap your own captain's armband in her direction.

“Remind me again what legitimate international trophies you contributed to? A 4 team tournament is meaningless. Last time I checked one of us has a gold and bronze medal, you have what? A bronze that your teammates won for you? And your teammates have World Cup titles, but you weren’t good enough back then to be on those teams were you? You were only good enough to be on the first ever US team to lose round 16!” Jessie was sick of you, sick of how you acted, how you treated her and her other teammates, she had finally snapped.

“Fuck you!” You spit back at her, not appreciating her personal attack. “I was injured in 2019 you asshole.”

“You’re so cocky and yet have nothing to back it up, so fuck you too.”

“I bet you wish you could Fleming. But I’m probably better than you in that regard too!”

Her eyes squint at you before she’s lunging at you, for a second you think she’s about to take out her anger with a punch. Instead her hands find your hips, slamming you hard against the cool brick wall. For a moment the wind is knocked from your lungs and you have to take a deep breath. You really had never seen Jessie get this mad, she had some choice words here and there on the pitch but usually once final time hit she was level headed. She had never insulted you or yelled at you. Yet here she was, her strong arms pinning you hard against the wall.

Something about her change in demeanor was making your stomach buzz. The way she was staring at you was so intense. You shouldn’t be wanting her like this but you were. She leaned into you slightly, her eyes looking at your lips before she closed them. You close yours tilting your chin up to meet hers. That’s when you hear her let out a laugh.

“Oh look at that, you wanted me to kiss you, that’s so cute. Is it cute or embarrassing?” She cocks her head at you. Jessie’s tone is so degrading that you can tell your blushing, your cheeks feeling like they’re on fire. You couldn’t believe her behavior, you were usually the meaner of the two of you. She was acting like a completely different person.

“Don’t think this changes anything, I still can’t fucking stand you. But maybe I’ll like you a little bit better bent over.” She whispers in your ear before she releases you from her grasp and turns to leave.

“Room 338, if you want to prove how much better you truly are and put your money where that bratty mouth is.” She says, not even turning back to look at you as she opens the door to the Canada dressing room. The US and Canadian teams were staying in the same hotel, you had passed numerous of their players on the way to and from your room. Getting stuck riding the elevator with them a couple times as well.

With that offer you quickly ran to the locker room, the rest of your teammates already well into their celebrations. You just head to your locker, stripping off your uniform, ignoring your teammates trying to hand you beers, waving them off politely.

“What are you doing? Going home so early?” Sam Coffey slapped a hand across your back, giving you a shake. It was clear the team had already started on the drinking while you were busy yelling in the hallway with Jessie.

“Oh I’m just not feeling great, I’m going to head back to the hotel. Spend some time in bed.” Conveniently you had experienced a migraine a few days before, making your story more believable.

“Damn, alright, get some good rest, I’ll let everyone else know.” She pats your back and turns around singing along to whatever song was being blasted through the speaker.

Without saying another word to anyone, you slip out the locker room door and throw up your hood and start walking in the direction of the hotel, it wasn’t far and you didn’t feel like getting in an Uber.

You’re not sure if you should change or shower before going to Jessie’s room, but thinking back to how she had you against the wall was enough to send a tingle down your spine and had you pressing the elevator button for floor 3 instead of floor 4.

Jessie opens the door almost immediately after you knock and your mouth falls agape. She had answered in just her red biker shorts and black sports bra, the rest of her skin already on display.

“No roommate?” You say peering around her into the room.

“I told her I needed privacy for some captain stuff. Which technically isn’t a lie, we’re both captains.”

You just nod. You didn’t care what she said to her roommate as long as you weren’t going to get walked in on. The door closes behind you as you step into Jessie’s room. Quickly you find yourself against the wall for the second time, being pinned by the Canadian. The only difference is this time her whole body is pressed against yours and her lips are not just teasing you. Her mouth is rough against yours. She tastes like sweat and Gatorade. Skipping regular kissing, Jessie is already opening her mouth against yours, her tongue between your lips.

You return the favor, your tongue grazing hers. You quickly realize you have little to no control here, Jessie was easily taking the dominant position and while you weren’t too opposed, you felt the need to prove her otherwise. You shift your legs, moving one to slot between Jessie’s, placing some force against the apex of the legs. You feel her grind down slightly onto your thigh, giving herself a minor relief from the ache between her legs. As she ground down you took the opportunity to push Jessie back, she stumbled for a step before your hands found her waist, both steadying her but also grabbing her to move her to the bed.

“Lay down.” You say when she sits on the edge of the bed.

“Don’t tell me what to do.” You hated being told what to do as well, but you hated Jessie choosing not to listen even more. Having enough of her mouth, you place your hands on her shoulders shoving her down into the mattress.

“If you’re not going to listen, I’ll do it for you.” You say as your hands hold firm on her shoulders, keeping her on the mattress. She tried to sit up for a second, pushing against your hands before she gives up, relaxing into the bed. Your face is inches above hers. She rolls her eyes at you, which just pisses you off more.

“I hate you.”

“I hate you too.” You spit back before leaning down to connect your lips again.

Your hand wanders down to m the elastic of her sports bra, pulling it out slightly before letting it snap back on her skin, leaving Jessie whimpering. You repeat the action a few more times, liking the way she would squirm when you held the band away from her, knowing the snap of the elastic against her skin was coming. You liked the pretty noises she made against your lips when you released the band and it smacked her already red and tender skin.

Having enough of your teasing, Jessie’s hands found their way to the bottom of her bra, she pulled it up releasing her breasts. You couldn’t help but pull back from the kiss to look at her chest. Moving your hands to cup both of her tits, your thumbs find her already pebbled nipples, rubbing over them quickly. Jessie arches into your touch. You move your mouth down to capture one nipple between your lips, sucking hard. You then move to leave harsh kisses on both of her tits.

When you have had enough of giving her pleasure, you move your mouth to her neck. You find where her neck meets her collarbone and you start to suck, hard. Her hand flies up to the back of your neck, pulling gently on the hair at the base of your head.

“Fuck, don’t leave a mark.”

Taking you lips off of her skin for a moment you let out a grunt, “What? Too scared your teammates will find out you let me take control of you?”

“Fine leave marks I don’t care, but I get to leave them on you too.” She huffs. You weren’t opposed to the idea, you secretly loved being marked up, the constant reminder of your escapades when you would change or shower. You’d just have to face your teammates knowing you let the Canadian fuck you. They’d also know you lied about feeling sick to go fuck her.

Your lips meet Jessie’s in an aggressive kiss, you pinch her bottom lip between your teeth and pull hard on it while you grab the back of her thighs to move her to the middle of the bed. The older girl lets out a mix between a moan and a squeal as you move her. You place her down and your hands trail up to the top of her biker shorts.

“I’m going to take those off, okay?” Sure you couldn’t stand the girl but you were still going to ask before you stripped her last layer of clothing off. You were an ass but you had your limits.

“Do it.” Jessie lifts her hips to let you slide the tight material down, tossing them across the room.

You grabbed at her inner thighs, giving them a tight squeeze, your nails digging into her skin, leaving small marks. You push her legs open and back, putting her pussy on display to you. You could see she was already wet. The sight of her had you licking your lips.

“For a captain you’re really letting me push you around right now.” You say not looking up from where your eyes were fixated between her legs.

“Shut the fuck up.” She glares at you.

“Make me!” You tease back expecting her to kiss you to shut you up.

Jessie took your challenge literally and in a different direction, she closed her legs, your hands falling from her legs and she pushed you so now you were flat on your back with her holding you to the bed. “I can do that.”

She starts to straddle you, her thighs resting on either side of your stomach. For a second her core brushes against your navel and a small string of arousal connects the two of you. She doesn’t stay on your waist long, she keeps moving upward. That’s when you realize exactly what she's doing. She was moving to sit on your face. She was going to shut you up by sitting on your face.

She pauses when her knees settle on either side of your head. You can smell her, you try to lift your head, your tongue out, reaching to taste her. Her hand comes down on your forehead pushing you gently back to the bed. “No.” She shakes her head at you. Looking up at her had your head spinning, you may hate the girl but fuck she was hot, the way she was looking down at you and her perfect body was hovering above you.

Giving in to what you wanted, but on her terms Jessie lowered herself over your mouth and your senses are immediately filled with the taste, smell, and feeling of her pussy. Your tongue runs all over her, from her entrance to her clit and back, getting familiar with her. Jessie is letting out soft moans, music to your ears. Her hips grind down harder into you when your tongue passes over her clit so you give in to what she wants and wrap your lips around the sensitive bud, sucking on it while using your tongue to flick at it.

It doesn’t take long until Jessie starts moving her hips on her own, riding your face instead of just sitting on it. Moving your hands up to grip her ass, you help guide her movements. Her hand has a tight grip in your hair and you’re allowing her to turn and tilt your head where she needs you. Your tongue and lips still focus on her clit as her movements become more erratic.

“I’m going to cum.” Jessie’s voice comes out raspy. “Fuck.” You open your eyes to see her throwing her head back, her bottom lip pulled in between her teeth as she lets out a few moans. Her hips jolt a few times, roughly against your face before they stop and she lifts herself away from your tongue. You let out a small whine, wanting to taste her more. Jessie’s eyes move to meet yours, and a smirk creeps across her lips.

“I guess that mouth is good for more than just smartass comments.” She uses her thumb to collect the wetness from your chin before she pushes her finger against your lips. “Suck.” You happily listen, opening your mouth to suck Jessie’s arousal off her thumb, making sure to keep eye contact with her as your tongue swirled over her finger. A short moan falls from Jessie’s lips as her mouth falls open as she watches you suck her finger. She pulls her finger from your lips resulting in a pop before she climbs off of you and moves over to the corner where what you assumed was her suitcase lay.

You can’t quite see what she’s doing but when she turns back she has a strap on in her hand.

“I didn’t take you to be a purple kind of girl.” You point at the purple dildo attached to the harness.

“What's that supposed to mean?” She’s still standing across the room holding the strap now looking at it in her hand.

“I dunno, figured you’d go with blue or maybe just clear.” You shrug, you didn’t even mean anything by the words, the color had just genuinely surprised you. “You just always bring that in your suitcase?” Jessie did not seem like the type to just be bringing sex toys in her suitcase, she was surprising you in all kinds of ways today.

“Not usually, unless I know I’m going to use it. But I had a weird feeling it might come in handy this week. Do you want me to use it?”

“I mean sure, if you need the assistance of a toy to get me off then that’s fine. Some people aren’t good in bed without some assistance.” Pushing her buttons was fun, you knew she could probably get you off with her tongue or her fingers but you desperately wanted her to prove it. The strap was quickly tossed onto the bed next to you, Jessie abandoning it to grab your ankles pulling you to the edge of the bed.

Her hands came to the waist of your sweats, gripping both your pants and underwear between her fingers. “Can I?” You nod, lifting your hips to let her swiftly pull down your pants leaving you bare from the waist down. You take a second to pull your shirt and bra off, saving Jessie from having to do so. She’s quick to place her hands on your chest, giving a firm squeeze to both of your breasts. Her mouth follows and she trails hot, wet kisses up from between your tits to your neck where she returns the favor and sucks hard. She then works her way back down your neck, leaving more marks across your collarbone and the swell of your breasts.

Her actions already had you letting out shakey moans, your hips bucking slightly, begging for contact, for any kind of release. She laughs against your skin as your hips begin moving more frequently.

Jessie moves off of you, for a second completely removing her touch from your body. Kneeling at the end of the bed, she pulls your knees to sit over her shoulders before her hands grab your hips and she plunges her face into where you were already a dripping mess. Vibrations run across your pussy as Jessie moans into you at the taste of your arousal.

She’s quick to focus on your clit, the spot that has you already grabbing at her hair, pulling her close and profanities falling from your lips. You didn’t want to cum already, not only would that be embarrassing having to admit how good she was in bed but you also didn’t want the pleasure to end.

You end up betraying yourself, your brain telling you to wait, move away so you didn’t cum right away, but your body wanted the pleasure, it wanted release. You instead helped Jessie, using the hand in her hair to guide her directly where you needed her. It was only a few minutes later that your legs were shaking on her shoulders. Grinding against her mouth, your head fell back, a groan leaving your body as your legs wrapped around her head tightly. You continued thrusting yourself against her mouth, riding out the extent of your orgasm before your legs loosened and Jessie was able to remove her mouth from you.

Just as you start to catch your breath from your first orgasm, Jessie’s fingers are pushing into you. Your pussy clenches tightly around them, still sensitive from the previous orgasm. Her thrusts start slow but firm getting you used to the feeling of her thick fingers deep inside of you.

“Fuck Jessie.”

“That’s right, let everyone know who’s taking care of you.” Her eyes are dark as she looks up at you from between your legs. She looks fucked, her baby hairs sticking out in every direction from where your hands had been, her lips are swollen and the entire lower half of her face is still slick with your arousal. Not to mention the deep red markings your mouth has made are starting to develop darker across on her neck.

Knowing you made her look like that sends another wave of arousal through your body. Her teammates were going to know that she got laid when she goes to training in two days. So would your teammates. But maybe they wouldn’t know you fucked each other, for some reason you liked that, it was your dirty little secret.

Jessie picks up the pace with her fingers, curling them everytime she buries them fully. Still on the high from your first orgasm, you can feel the second one building quickly, feeling yourself start to tighten on her fingers.

“Fuck I’m going to cum Jessie.” With your warning Jessie brings her tongue back to your clit, with one swipe you’re clenching around her fingers, your thighs closing themselves around her head. Your hips thrust, fucking yourself on her fingers to ride out your second orgasm.

Jessie takes her tongue away and her fingers slide out of you. You look down at her where she remaining kneeling at the edge of the bed.

“My tongue and fingers do a damn good job on their own, I just think toys can be fun too.”

“Put it on then.” You grab the strap that was next to you on the bed, tossing it between your legs at Jessie. She stands up, situating the harness around her waist and tightening the straps. You stay where you are, legs dangling over the side of the bed while you wait for Jessie.

She comes over to you, grabbing your thighs, her hands finding the bend of your knee, holding your legs open and back. You watch her face as she spits, a trail of saliva leaving her mouth and landing on the tip of the strap. In awe of her action you lay there, mouth open, eyes wide. You had never been someone that was explicitly into spitting during sex, but seeing her spit on the dildo had you reconsidering.

You’d let her spit in your mouth like that, you think to yourself.

You’re brought out of your thoughts by the feeling of the silicone rubbing over your pussy. Jessie gives a few teasing thrusts, just grazing your clit with the head, spreading your wetness down the length of her dick.

The tip finds your entrance and Jessie pushes into you, you both let out moans as she easily bottoms out inside of you. She then pulls back, just letting the tip stay inside of you and pushes herself back in fully in a fluid motion. Jessie quickly picks up a rhythm, not too fast but not slow, each thrust is forceful, you feel your tits bouncing and bring your hands up to play with your nipples.

“You’re fucking hot.” Jessie says as her eyes watch your fingers pinch and caress your chest.

“You look so good fucking me.” You responded to her, you hated her but in the moment that hatred was all turned into lust.

Jessie keeps her pace, after a minute you’re already a mess, strings of moans uncontrollably falling from your lips. When Jessie moves to lay down on top of you, you nearly lose it. Your hands come to her back ranking your nails against her skin as she’s able to fuck even deeper into you. You knew you were leaving red streaks down her back that everyone would see when she changed at training.

“I’m going to,” starting to warn her that your third orgasm was building. Before you can finish the sentence she pulls out.

“What the fuck?” You yell. Eyes snapping open to give Jessie a glare. Jessie’s hand is quick to be on your chin, gripping it hard between her thumb and index finger, her other three fingers are on your throat forcing you to look at her. The grip on your face is so hard it’s nearly painful, but you liked it. The feeling of her three fingers on your neck has your heart racing and you’re sure she can feel it in your pulse.

“What? You thought you’d be able to do this without a little teasing? I still hate you, I’m not just going to give you what you want.” She releases your jaw from her grasp and moves your hands to your hips.

“I hate you.” You had said it numerous times tonight, and you meant it or at least you thought you did.

“Flip over.” She demands, wanting to just be able to get the release you were so close to you to listen to her, flipping yourself over so your feet were now on the ground as you bent over the bed, your sensitive nipples making contact with the rough hotel bed sheets.

You feel Jessie’s hands grip your ass, spreading you slightly, and then you hear her spit, followed by the feeling of her saliva running down your pussy.

“Come on Jessie.” Pushing your ass back toward her you hope it’ll encourage her to move a bit quicker.

“What would your teammates say if they knew I had their captain bent over for me, pathetically begging for my cock?”

“Jessie.” Your hands grip at the bedsheet, you need her to finish what she started.

“What?” Her voice sounds annoyed.

“I hate you.” You’re not sure if that’s going to piss her off more or encourage her to fuck you again. But you get the answer quickly.

“I hate you,” she responds as she completely fills you from behind. She starts again, punctuating each word she says with a rough thrust, “you're. a. cocky. little. brat. egotistical. can’t. fucking. stand. you. you. always. have. an. attitude. fucking. pain. in. the. ass.”

She pauses. Her hips stalled with the tip of her strap just barely inside of you.

“Nothing to say back?” You can practically hear the smile on her face. “It’s about time you shut that smartass mouth of yours, is that all you needed this whole time? For me to fuck your shitty ego out of you?” She grabs your hair pulling you off the bed so your back is flush to her front.

“Look at me.” She demands but also doesn’t give you much of a choice as she’s gripping your head in her hands and can easily turn your face. “Is that what you needed? My fingers, and mouth, and cock? You just needed someone to fuck you properly?” You’re trying to focus on her words but all your brain can think about is how the tip of the strap is pressed against your entrance.

“Yes Jessie.” Your neck is starting to hurt from the angle she was holding you in, thankfully answering her question got you shoved back into the mattress bent over and Jessie’s cock thrusting back into you. Her hands firm on your ass. Using her arms to pull you to meet her thrusts.

“Cum for me, make sure everyone knows who fixed that attitude.” She gives a hard squeeze on your ass.

“Oh my god Jessie, fuck.”

“That’s it.”

“Jessie, Jessie, please.” You can’t do anything besides chant her name. She was consuming every aspect of you, she was all you could think of being overwhelmed with pleasure. You knew her teammates would be able to hear, thankful your teammates were likely still out celebrating, even though your rooms were on a different floor, you were pretty sure the whole hotel could hear you screaming her name as you came on her strap. There goes what you thought would be your dirty little secret.

With one last drawn out moan of her name, you go limp on the bed, Jessie still thrusting into you, moving your whole body. Your knees give out and Jessie’s hands move to your waist to hold you from slipping off the bed. She slows her thrusts, giving you long, drawn out movements to work through your third orgasm. She pulls out when your hand comes up behind your back to push her away.

You hear the sound of the strap hitting the ground and feel Jessie climb on the bed next to you. She lays on her stomach, mimicking your position, turning her face to look at yours. She’s got red cheeks, hair still crazy, and a small amount of sweat on her forehead. You catch a glimpse of the red streaks you left down her back, they would definitely still be there tomorrow. She’s also got a huge grin on her face.

“Hmm, the one orgasm you gave me versus the three I just gave you… seems like I’m actually the ones who’s better.” It’s now her cocky attitude showing through.

“I never said we were done Fleming, I have some hatred of you left.” You push yourself up with what strength you have left. Playing 90 minutes and then three orgasms takes a lot of energy. You move to straddle Jessie. You had to at least give her two more, tie it up, but you’d be happy to take the lead. Needless to say it was the start of a very long evening for the two of you.

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devnmon · 9 months

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Hidden Comforts (Under the Covers)

Summary: Winter in the prison keeps Daryl awake for days, and it seems his only solution for rest is seeking you out in the dead of night.

a/n: yep. it’s me, devnmon, writing yet another daryl fic after months of not writing. here’s one of my favorite trope(s), tweaked a bit for the likes of this fic: the one bed trope. lots of cute pining from both sides, shyness and uncertainty for the like of the masses. i hope u guys will survive as this is the softest shit i’ve ever fucking wrote. enjoy <3 [credit 2 cafekitsune for dividers]

warnings: none

wc: 2k

Windows froze solid shook against the wind and ice raining down from the sky, along with inches upon inches of snow to make the prison courtyard a white frontier. The only thing this kind of weather helped was depleting the amount of walkers around, ones who hadn’t frozen solid against a tree or upright in the ice.

Among the cold walls of the prison, a shiver of slight wind continuously fled through the building. There were god knows how many cracks in the foundation, windows that were void of panes, not to mention the ginormous hole in one of the halls that had been sealed off from the otherwise livable quarters. All the rebuilding of your home, yet the frigid temperatures persisted.

It was cold enough outside, your group couldn’t help the breeze finding its way in above all they’ve done to patch the place up. There was no way of setting a fire for just a smidge of warmth, either. So, the remaining members of your group were left to the clothes on their backs, and whatever they’d scavenged from the cells to help fend off the frozen temperatures.

Outside, the wind rapped against windows and a shiver ran through your body. You’d been hunched over in your cell, layers upon layers of clothing attempted to clothe yourself from the weather. It did nothing to help the cold from seeping to your core. Your teeth chittered against one another, a hand wrapping around the wool blanket from your mattress to cover your body with it.

From a distance, you heard footsteps down the hall. Probably just Rick or Daryl making their rounds in the cell blocks to see how everyone was holding up during the storm. It was hard for everyone, especially the new people taken in from Woodbury and Judith, Rick’s infant daughter, to deal with this discomfort of winter.

Thudding of feet on the stone flooring became louder minute by minute, knowing now that it had to be one of the two men, now, leaders of your group of survivors you called family. You weren’t as advanced as Daryl was with his tracking, so you really couldn’t tell which one of the men it was. Though, as the steps became louder, it came to your attention the distinct sound of heeled boots, as well as metal clinking on his belt. It was only a moment before you heard the sound of the sheet blocking your cell doorway being pulled back.

“Hey. How you holdin’ up?”

Hesitating on movement at first, you sighed, then turned toward the southern voice in the doorway. Rick stood in the hallway, hand on his hip, the other holding the curtain back.

“Hey, Rick. I’m... hanging in there… best I can. Not much I can do to change how fucking cold it is but… how’s everyone else doing?”

You hear him respond from the hall, “They’re managing. Carl was askin’ about you though, wanted to make sure you were okay. He’s spending the night with Judith.”

“Mm, okay. I’ll check in with him later… or tomorrow. Whenever I’m not freezing my ass off..” Chuckling, you shift the blanket tighter around you.

“Right, well don’t freeze to death tonight, ‘kay? We need you,” He says, beginning to drop the curtain until he pulls it back open and says, “Daryl was askin’ about you earlier.”

“Daryl was? What- what did he say?” You double blinked in surprise at such an idea.

You had just recently become close with him, but it would be a lie if you said you weren’t holding back some teeny tiny feelings for him. A teeny tiny crush that made being in the mere presence of him overwhelming. Your palms always began sweating whenever he got close to you, making your voice shake and train of thought lost in the way he held himself. Daryl was intimidating, but you knew he was kind, and even quite funny amidst the struggles he’s been through.

“Somethin’ about him not being able to sleep in this cold. Was wondering the same about you. He’ll probably be up all night...” Rick scratched the back of his head.

“Poor guy... I mean I thought he was a night owl, but I couldn’t imagine not being able to sleep at all.” You stated, concern for him growing.

“He’s had it rough. But I don’t think he’ll put his head down even if he got within an inch of being tired. Would you check on him if you get the chance?”

“Sure. You should go get some rest yourself. You definitely need it.”

“Yeah, I’ll try. Have a good night.” You smile at him this time as he drops the sheet fully this time, the clicking of his heeled boots drifting away.

What kept you awake for the next half hour was the thought of what went on behind those pretty eyes of his, always considering everyone around him while not thinking of himself at all. You sigh, I wish I could make things better for you. Show you how much love you deserve. Fuck…

You drift off after that, succumbing to fatigue that had your eyelids feeling a hundred pounds heavy.

A couple hours pass before slight stirring outside your small room catches your observant ear. It was far past midnight yet, late enough for everyone with a normal sleep schedule to be out like a light.

You lay in bed, eyes still closed, thinking, who the hell is up at this hour?

The footsteps fade to nothing, thinking whoever it was went back to sleep, perhaps to use the bathroom or something. Then you heard someone clear their throat from the hall, sounding right outside your sheet. It’s then your eyes shot open, peering over to the entrance of the room. You’re about to call out, but remember the dozens of sleeping individuals in the other cells. So you wait.

Sure enough, you hear a sigh still outside of your room, patiently waiting for some, if any, response.

You hear a faint call out of your name, given by someone with a low, surly voice. It takes a minute to register in your head as to who it was, and then you remember what Rick told you earlier.

“Daryl? That you?” Rubbing your eyes from sleep, you sit up.

“Yeah, ‘s me.” You hear his faint footsteps approach slowly, his silhouette painting a dark figure against the white of your sheet. His hand lifts it, peering in with curiosity.

“Come- come in. You don’t have to stay out there.” You state, waving him into the cell, noticing his poncho thrown over his usual leather jacket and shirt. When he’s fully in the room, you notice the dark circles lingering under his blues, proving Rick’s knowledge of the man was true.

“I didn’t wake ya, did I? Shit- couldn’t sleep. Been up forever.”

Shaking your head, you give a small smile, “No, don’t worry. I got some sleep but the cold wasn’t really helping.”

He nods, chewing the inner side of his lip.

“What’s up, Daryl?”

“I just- Ya know this weather, there ain’t a smidge of heat in this damn prison. No matter how many blankets I got.” He half chuckles, but you can tell it’s more of a scoff. Daryl’s wringing his hands within each other and pacing across the floor.

“I know, feels like I’m wearing ten layers of clothes just to not freeze to death. It’s fucking awful. Like I’ve never seen…” You stop for a moment, taking in his stressed state before he glances at you, “Uh.. never seen Georgia of all places have harsh snow like this. Lived here all my life and it’s never been this bad.”

“Yeah, me too. Except that was when we had electricity, and fuckin- road pavers or some shit. I don’t fuckin’ know.” Daryl picks up the chuckle you let out at his words, and you’re nodding when he looks over again.

“Hey, listen. It’s late and I know you didn’t come all the way from the perch to talk to me about the weather.. so really, what’s on your mind?”

Daryl’s pacing halts abruptly, knowing you can read him like a book. It feels as though his stomach turns inside out when he thinks about what he really wants to say. “I uh… I’ve been up for probably two, no, three days now, haven’t been able to sleep since the cold. And… fuck.“

“You know you can tell me anything.” He huffs out a breath and nods to himself, almost like he’d been trying to hype himself up for wanted, no, needed to say. His hesitation had already made you anxious and you wanted to pick his brain to ease all his worries. But you stayed silent and let him speak.

“Okay, listen. I’m damn freezing… and uh, I know you run warm. Like a damn furnace in the summer. But I was wonderin’ if… You wouldn’t mind if I… um, lay with ya?”

You hold off on responding for a moment as his words turn the gears in your head. Daryl wanted to… lay in bed? With you? Just the idea of his body that close to you made your hands sweat. Your eyes darted around swiftly, before you responded.

“Like, in- in my bed? With me?”

“Uh, yeah. Feels like that’s the only way I’m gonna be able to get some shuteye.” His eyebrows furrowed, and you noticed his fidgeting hands. Your silence made him immediately think it was a shit idea and he should’ve just kept it to himself. Should’ve just suffered through the fatigue and gone back to his perch. He began to realize you were about to deny him. What was he thinking?

“Daryl, this bed is not big enough for the two of us.” You chuckled playfully and watched his stern face drop.

“Oh, alrigh’. Sorry t’bother ya.” He began to turn his broad shoulders toward the door.

“But…”

He froze in his steps, turning back.

“Your warmth and rest is more important to me. So, get your ass over here.” A small smile formed on your tired face, painting the tips of his ears red. Daryl kicked off his shoes by the doorway and padded over to your bed. Once you moved to lay down on your side, you lay your head on the edge of your pillow, inviting him to share the blanket with you, your arm out in a welcoming embrace.

Daryl, still caught off guard with the fact that you were letting him be this close to you, kept his poncho on and crawled in next to you on the creaky mattress. He wasn’t surprised at the warmth radiating off you once he fully laid down next to you. The second he looked up at your face, the realization that your faces were inches away made his eyes widen.

“Glad you’re not one to shy away in close quarters..” You giggle, gazing at his facial features for the first time, and this is as close as the two of you have ever been. A corner of his mouth quirks upwards, the smallest inkling of a smile on his face.

“This tiny ass bed is somehow more comfy than mine. Maybe ‘cause you’re here..” You could tell Daryl’s fatigue was catching up with him, as his words slurred, and his eyes began to flutter closed. A piece of his hair falls in front of his eyes, and you move your hand up to move it from covering his eyelids. Once your fingertip ghosts over his face, he flinched, only slightly for a moment and remembered you’re there. He knows you’d never hurt him, leaning into your movement, his shoulders easing up their tightness.

“Shh.. get some rest. We’ll talk tomorrow.” Your voice is low and soft, it right about lulls him to sleep.

“M’kay, sunshine.” Daryl scoots in, pressing an inch or so closer to you. You don’t realize at first, but his right hand lays directly on top of yours. His warm hand caresses your palm, slightly moving your fingers to intertwine in his. You cup his cheek, and lightly press a kiss to his forehead. He grumbles to himself a bit more, till you sense he’s fallen asleep, allowing your eyes to flutter closed as well.

He's warm and familiar, safe and closer than ever. You wanted to breathe in the scent of his leather jacket and never let go.

Seems like you were just what he needed for a good night’s rest.

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stayteezdreams · 6 months

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Stranded Together

Plot: You and San get stranded at the only available motel you can find during a storm. Good news, there's one room left. Bad news, this motel is totally haunted.

Request: 'You're in a hotel with doubles beds, you keep hearing scary noises and end up in the same bed'

Requested by: @tumbleboof

Pairing: Choi San x Gn!Reader (friends to lovers)

Warnings: Creepy content. Mildly suggestive content. (A good mixture of fluff and creepiness.)

A/n: Not my bedroom door creaking open for no reason as I was writing this DX

Words: 2.1k

This really wasn't how you expected your night to end up. You thought you would be on a plane heading home, but instead, you and San were staring at the small eerily empty room of a motel in the middle of God knows where.

Both of you were tired, but the unsettling atmosphere was sending shocks of adrenaline through both of you. You knew you would be awake for most of the night.

It all started with grid-locked traffic that caused you and San to miss the flight with the rest of the boys. Then you made the decision to drive two hours to the next city to get a flight, since no other would be available at your previous location until the next day.

But of course, the weather was not on your side. Halfway there, a storm alert panicked your taxi driver, and instead of ending up at an airport, you ended up at a terrifying motel surrounded by nothing but trees and fields just as the storm started.

The good news in all of this, was that they had an available room. The bad news was of course, that the motel was terrifying and seemed to come right out of every ghost movie you'd ever watched.

Now you and San were walking silently around the small room, wondering if you were going to get any sleep at all tonight. Between the haunting location, the whistling wind, and booming thunder outside, you weren't too sure.

You sat down on the edge of one of the beds, while San sighed and lied down on the other.

"At least the beds are comfy." He mumbled.

You smiled, "Too bad this place is objectively creepy."

He chuckled as he grabbed the remote on the nightstand. "This should help."

Turning on the tv, an unfamiliar show began playing but the sound instantly made the quiet room more comfortable.

"I'm glad I'm not alone though." San said with a smile to you and you chuckled, trying to ignore how your heartbeat picked up.

Of course being alone in this place would be much more terrifying, but you were sure your nervously beating heart may prefer if it had been someone else. But no, it was San, the one person you were head-over-heels for. Who you were now stuck in a room alone with.

You weren't sure if it was a blessing or a curse. Though, unbeknownst to you, the night would reveal which.

After you both changed into pajamas, you sat in silence as you watched the movie on the TV. There was an unsettling tension hanging between you as you shared nervous looks every time you heard an unfamiliar sound.

Creaks in the hallway, thuds from the closet, even the sound of footsteps on what would be the rooftop.

When a loud clang sounded in the bathroom, you jumped as you looked over at San who was frozen, staring at the darkened bathroom. He slowly met your eyes and you shared a conversation without speaking.

'You check.'

'Why me, you check!'

Reaching out his hand you followed his movements as you played rock, paper, scissors.

As you stared at your flat hand and his two out-stretched fingers, you cursed as you eyed the bathroom.

Slowly getting up with a sigh, you crept towards the bathroom aware of San's eyes following you closely.

Reaching out, you pushed open the ajar door, and the creaking sounds filled the room, sending goosebumps up your arms. Quickly switching on the light your heart jumped, but you were filled with uneasy relief as you saw nothing. In all honesty, you were hoping to find a rat, anything that might explain the noises other than ghosts.

Spotting a clothes hangar on the floor, you picked it up, aware that it had been hanging on the shower rod before.

Stepping out into the room, you showed it to San. "It fell."

"How?" San questioned and you shrugged setting it on the TV stand, trying not to think too much about it.

Lying back down you groaned, "I almost wish we were stranded in the car still."

San chuckled, but he felt the same. He had previously been buzzing with nervous excitement at the idea of sharing a room with you. But he wasn't expecting the creepy motel to steal his thoughts away from you.

Hearing a scratching sound from the closet beside your bed, you jolted up. You groaned as you wiggled around in frustration.

San eyed you before he moved over to one side of his bed, "Hey."

You looked over at him and he patted the bed beside him. You rose your brow and he smiled, "I think we'll both feel better."

"What, if we cuddle?" You asked teasingly, but your heart was racing

He raised his brow and spoke in an even more teasing tone, obviously trying to help lighten the mood. "If you want."

You rolled your eyes but did not reject the idea as you walked over to his bed, crawling in beside him. You kept a few inches between you, not actually cuddling with him. Though, he was secretly disappointed at this.

You brought your knees up to your chest as you tried to focus on the TV again, now acutely aware of Sans presence, and the unfamiliar noises around you.

Your eyes drifted over to the closet again and San leaned closer, "Want me to look this time?"

You jumped at this before hissing, looking over at him, ignoring the proximity of his face. He grinned, amused that he scared you.

"No, it's fine." You said, trying to repress your fear.

"Are you still scared?" He asked, amusement in his tone.

You rolled your eyes, "You're scared too!"

"Am not!" He challenged and you gasped.

"Oh please, you are just as freaked out as I am, admit it!"

Before he could speak, you both froze as the sound of footsteps sounded in the hall.

"Okay, I am." He admitted suddenly and you felt him move a bit closer to you.

You resisted the urge to lean back into his presence for comfort.

You stared at the door and spoke softly, "It's just another guest."

San nodded, "Right."

As the footsteps got louder, they stopped right in front of your door. you and San waited silently. Were they going to knock? Were they looking for their room?

Another moment passed and no noise was heard. You nervously looked over at San, now worried about what the unknown person was going to do.

San rose and you watched with baited breath as he crept as softly as he could to the door before peering through the peep hole.

Stepping away a moment later, he turned to you and his face was blank, but fear was obvious in his eyes. "There's no one out there."

How? You heard the footsteps come, but not leave? Where would they have gone?

"That's not funny." Your voice was obviously shaken.

San just shook his head softly. "I'm not joking."

Suddenly a bright flash filled the room before a clap of thunder shook the walls. Darkness filled the room and you let out a yelp as you jumped back. You heard hurried footsteps before San jumped into the bed, his arms wrapping around you as you heard his own startled breaths.

You gripped onto his arm for a moment before you both relaxed, taking a few breaths.

"Oh my God." You mumbled out as you let out a few deep breaths.

Silence hung in the air for a moment before you both let out nervous laughs.

"That was such bad timing." San mumbled between nervous chuckles, still holding onto you.

"Were you serious? There was no one outside?"

He nodded, "There was no one. Maybe they just walked away really softly?"

"Yeah." You agreed, though doubt was obvious in your tone.

Looking towards San, you could just see his face due to the full-moon light coming through the windows. His face was barely an inch from yours, his breath brushed your skin.

When you spoke, your nose almost brushed his. He felt your breath on his lips and he felt a shiver of temptation crawl through him.

"I'm scared." Your voice was a whisper.

You felt San's grip tighten ever-so-slightly around you. He replied, his voice just as quiet. "Me too. But it's okay, I've got you."

His words, and touch comforted you, and you felt safer than you had all night. He was and always would be a safe place for you, even if he drove your heart crazy.

"Stay here tonight." He mumbled, his nose now brushing yours.

Your heart was beating like crazy and you wondered if he could feel it. But his words confused you.

"What else would I do, find another motel?" You asked softly, almost amused

He let out a soft breathy laugh, before shaking his head. "No, I meant here. In my bed."

Your heart leapt to your throat and your breath hitched. Sharing a room with him was hard enough, but sharing the same bed?

He could sense your reservation and he wondered if it was out of discomfort, or the same fear of temptation and hidden feelings he held.

"Only if you're comfortable. But...I think it might be less frightening. And I would feel better if I knew you were close."

A thousand thoughts rushed though your head as you softly nodded, "Okay."

You stared in silence at each other, his face slowly becoming more visible as your eyes adjusted to the darkness. You thought you saw his eyes flick to your lips and linger for a moment but you felt it might just be your eyes seeing things unclearly.

Slowly, you felt his hands move from around your arms to your waist, and you felt a shiver run up your spine. His breath seemed to brush your face more than before as you wondered if he was inching closer.

As another flash of lightning lit up the room, you jumped, before suddenly freezing as San gripped you close, his lips smashing into yours.

Astonishment and excitement ran through you as you realized he was kissing you. But before you could return the kiss, he was pulling away.

"I'm sorry." The words rushed out, and you felt your heart drop a little.

Your eyes locked as silent hung between you for a moment. Butterflies rushed through you, but so did disappointment at his sudden regret.

"Why are you sorry?" You asked softly, a hint of despondence in your tone he did not miss.

"What?" He felt hope rise in his chest as his heart beat heavily.

He was surprised at his own actions, as he moved without thinking, finally having kissed you like he had been imagining for ages.

"Why are you sorry?" You repeated.

Silence hung in the air for a second as you felt his hands tighten on your waist again.

"I guess I'm not." He mumbled out before you felt his lips meet yours again as he quickly pulled you against his chest.

The kiss became heated as your hands found his neck and hair, your fingers causing a shiver to course through him. His own hands pressed into your skin as he pulled you closer.

Another heated moment passed before you both pulled away, letting out breathy laughs as he rested his forehead against yours. He kissed you again, but pulled away a moment later, not wanting to act on his impulsiveness quite yet. And definitely not here.

"I've been wanting to do that for so long." He breathed out before pressing a kiss to the corner of your mouth.

You grinned as you let out a soft giggle. "The feeling's mutual."

"I definitley wasn't expecting this to be how, or where, I admitted it."

You chuckled as you were reminded of your surroundings. Being reminded even more when a bang sounded from the hallway, making you jolt.

You let out a soft gasp as San suddenly pushed you down in the bed before covering the both of you with the sheets. Realizing he was hiding the two of you, you laughed.

He chuckled as he pulled you close to him, wrapping his arms around you. "There, now we're safe, nothing can get us."

You giggled again as you placed your face against his chest, as he placed his head on yours, pulling you even closer and letting out a contented sigh.

"Can't say it wasn't a unique confession." He mumbled.

"It'll make for a great story." You admitted and he let out a soft laugh.

"A love story or a ghost story?"

"Both?"

He laughed as he nodded his head, pressing a kiss to the top of yours before cuddling you closer. "Both."

xx End xx

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frenchkisstheabyss · 4 months

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♰ ɄⱠ₮Ɽ₳ Ø₦Ɇ ♰

♰ Pairing: vampire!hyunjin x vampire!chubby!reader

♰ Genre: horror/angst

♰ Summary: A new drug's turning vampire's feral and when Hyunjin uncovers a plot to pin it all on you, he's determined to make your enemies pay even if he puts himself in danger in the process.

♰ Word Count: 2.3kish

♰ Warnings: mentioned drug use (it's synthetic blood), blood, burning alive, mentions of violence, strong language, stabbing, vampires obviously, low key psychotic love, pet names (baby, honey).

♰ A/N: I created this to have two parts. This one is more action-oriented and the second will be more romantic. I'm just trying to do my part to give us chubby badass vampire babes whose men love them enough to commit murder, ya know?

The underground club scene can grow quite boring for a vampire. Your first few blood raves make you feel more alive than you ever did when you actually had a pulse. But the ones that follow? They become so mundane and predictable that not even the introduction of human drugs can save them from losing their luster.

Enter a new drug, Ultra, synthetic blood by vampires for vampires. Guaranteed to fuck you up. One dose opens your eyes to a world far beyond your own. It mutates your cells. Alters your brain chemistry. Turns you into a brand new beast. The power you gain is addictive and the things you’ll do to hold onto it, the sins you'll commit, you don’t even want to imagine.

But you must imagine them. You are the one who created Ultra, or so they say, and some incredibly powerful people are looking to give you a taste of your own poison. Tell me, are you prepared to die? Again?

Distorted metal music ricochets off of the stone walls of the club with the force of a dozen automatic rifles firing all at once. The occasional rapid flashing of strobe lights illuminates the darkness, giving the few hundred bloodsuckers on the dance floor the closest thing to a sunrise that they can tolerate. Everyone dances except for one weasel of a man. A dealer slinking through the crowd in his worn leather jacket handing off vials of Ultra to this person and the next.

“I won’t have to do this for long,” he tells his friend at the bar when he stops to grab a drink. This friend, a fellow scumbag, grins as he knocks back a shot, completely unphased by the recent carnage caused by the shit his companion has been peddling. “The council says once I do this they can get rid of her and make room for me.” “Make room for you? Tell me you don’t really think those rich fucks would ever let us into their secret society”

The dealer nods to the bartender to give him his usual, “See, that’s your problem. You think too small. That’s why you’ll never get anywhere.” His friend only rolls his eyes, turning to check his surroundings before he leans in to offer some advice. “I’d be quieter about this if I were you. If she finds out you’re trying to set her up she’ll sick her dog on you then you won’t get anywhere either.” “Fuck her” the dealer spits, finishing off his drink, “She can sick her dog on me. I’ll just have to put him down.”

Agitated, he slams his glass down on the bar, nearly shattering it. “I’m supposed to be afraid of her?” he mutters, shoving the other man aside to turn down a winding hallway that leads to the back door. He stops in front of the door to dig for a cigarette, wincing at the brightness of the few working lights that dangle from the ceiling of the desolate hallway. The air shifts, growing colder around him, but he’s much too busy fidgeting with his lighter to notice the change. Too lost in the ecstasy of that first drag to notice the shadow along the wall closing in on him. “I don’t even know why they have to do all of this. Should just kill her. She’s just some stupid b—”

An ice pick pierces his neck from behind, taking every twist and turn between his muscles before emerging on the other side. The cigarette falls from his lips, extinguished by the tiny pool of blood forming in vivid red on the concrete floor. “Just some what?” Hyunjin questions, rolling the ice pick between the man’s vertebrae. The sound of metal splitting bone is music to Hyunjin’s ears. “Speak! What were you going to call her?” The man opens his mouth but no answers tumble out. Only blood and desperate gasps for air. Tears begin to form in his eyes as the reality of his helplessness sets in.

Hyunjin leans over the man’s shoulder, his large hand reaching around to cover his mouth. “I should’ve known you’d have nothing interesting to say” he sighs, almost sounding disappointed, “You’re just some stupid bitch.” The ice pick slips out smooth as butter, finding a new home in the man’s left lung followed by his right. Hyunjin moves in a blur of darkness, leaving the man spinning in circles trying to predict where the next attack will come from.

Blood pours from a dozen different holes scattered across his body. He reaches out to grab the collar of Hyunjin’s expertly pressed suit only to pull back a fistful of nothing. The coldness, he feels it now as he drops to his knees, his vision darkening. One final stab, inches from his heart, is all he feels before the bulbs in the ceiling pop leaving him in the dark.

“Oh, Jinnie, look! Here you are!” you sing from the comfort of a rose infused bubble bath. You ease down further into the steamy water, the rose petals dancing at the surface cloaking your naked body. “Pisces,” you begin to read off from the astrology book you’ve been flipping through, “As Jupiter aligns with Neptune in your house of love, you mustn’t shy away from sharing your true feelings with your partner—” Hyunjin kneels beside you, tilting your book back to view the title. He cracks a smile, “A Girl’s Guide to Astrology 2023. After a hundred years, you still believe in that stuff?” “Mmm, maybe” you shrug, running your black manicured nails through his slicked back hair.

Resting his head on the edge of the tub, Hyunjin closes his eyes and lets you massage his scalp. He could stay like this for hours, having you read to him by candlelight as your fingers melt away all that plagues him. “What are your true feelings? You seem troubled.” “No trouble, my love.” Tossing the book to the floor, you raise his head to look at you. It never fails, even after a century together, that looking into his eyes makes you want to melt. Beyond the beauty of his features lies a softness reserved only for moments like this. For moments with you. A softness that most men of your kind lacked even before they turned.

“You’re lying to me, Jinnie. What’s wrong?” One brush of your thumb across his cheek is all it takes to break his defenses. “You know that Ultra stuff that has everyone turning feral?” You nod, not daring to ask if he’d taken it. He’d never touch something like that. Not your Jinnie. Not when he’s seen firsthand what it does. It’d be hypocritical to say that neither of you lusts for violence. But violence directed towards people who don’t deserve it? Tearing the limbs from innocent lovers in the park? Slaughtering whole families? There’s no pride in that. “I caught the guy who’s been dealing it. He’s upstairs. I think—” Hyunjin pauses, bracing for your reaction, “I think the council plans to say that you made it.”

Your iris pulses an electric red, your heart pumping a pure searing hatred through your veins. The council. Five decrepit bastards who rule their own sectors of the city under the guise of keeping the peace between vampires and humans when in reality it’s all about the money. That’s all it’s ever been about. They’re criminals, the same as any mafia you’ve ever known, and you worked your ass off for your seat among them. They could never quite accept that a woman infringed upon their little boys' club. They would’ve put a stake through your heart a long time ago if it weren’t against their own bullshit rules.

Rule #1: We never kill our own. The Consequence: Death.

Ultra doesn’t just make vampires kill humans. It makes them kill each other. And finally, when their bodies can’t mutate anymore, it kills the host too. If they can pin this on you then you’re dead. You, every vampire under your protection, and Hyunjin—

Not him. Never him.

You rip through the halls of your sprawling mansion, hearing Hyunjin’s voice as if it were far away at the end of a long tunnel. “Cover up at least, honey” he insists, throwing a flowy silk robe around your wet body. You slip your arms in, not missing a beat as you grab a blade from the wall on your way to the third floor. You can hear shallow breathing as if it were your own. The stench of whisky and blood floods your senses the closer you get, nearly making you nauseous. Kicking the door into your spare bedroom, you come upon the man plotting your death.

He’s chained to the bed, his clothes tattered where wounds from the ice pick have slowly begun to heal. You descend upon him, your blade pressed to his throat, fangs bared. “Tell me everything” you demand, realizing at once that you’ve seen him before. Nowhere in particular. Here and there. In places you never thought much of. Had his appearances there really been a coincidence? No, there was a reason. He’s been watching you all this time. How didn’t you see it? “No” he refuses, licking the dried blood from his bottom lip, “Kill me and you’ll burn for it. You both know that!”

You gasp, sitting up on top of him, “Oh no, baby, did you hear that?” Hyunjin leans against the wooden bedpost, his reappearance startling the man. “I heard. Kill him and we’ll burn” Hyunjin dramatically cowers in fear, “I’m so scared. We better be careful, huh?” “Mmhmm” you agree, inching the blade away from the man’s neck and burying it in the mattress beside his head. “Jinnie, how long do you think until sunrise?” Hyunjin makes his way to the window, peeking out at the breathtaking landscape that surrounds your home.

It’s early enough in the morning for the sky to still cling to hues of dark blue as the sun creeps up along the horizon. “Half an hour maybe.” “Would you be a dear and open the curtains? It’s so dark in here.” The man’s eyes dart back and forth, watching your smile grow more devious with each curtain Hyunjin ties open. “Wait, you can’t—” the man panics, struggling against his chains. “I know. I know. We can’t kill you!” you groan, climbing off of him, “But we’re gonna. I mean, thanks to you they’ll probably try to kill me anyway, and since you won’t answer any questions you’re useless.”

Hyunjin takes you by the hand, escorting you to the door. “You go to bed. I’ve got it from here” he whispers, kissing you on the forehead. You cross your arms defiantly, refusing to move an inch. “No, we’ll finish this together like we do everything else.” Hyunjin’s arms come around your waist, pressing your plush body to his. “I always take care of you, don't I?” he asks, his hands tracing your figure. “Always.” “Then go and wait for me, okay? This won’t take long.” You glance over at the man on the bed, your mind racing with all the things you could do to him. All horrors he’d very much deserve.

“Fine but hurry. You've been gone all night. I’ve missed you.” Your lips meet, sparking something that sets your body ablaze in a different way. One that has you tugging at the buttons on his shirt as your tongue teases the sharp points of his fangs. You don’t want to break away and neither does he. Once Hyunjin has his hands on you everything around him loses its importance. The only thing his body longs for—needs as if his survival depends upon it—is you. But he manages to turn you loose for your own safety, locking the door when you leave to be extra safe.

Without another word, he circles the room slowly closing each curtain he opened only moments ago. “What happened? Change of heart?” the man taunts, trying and failing to get a rise out of him. Hyunjin grabs the vintage French parlor chair positioned by the window and drags it to the darkest corner of the room. He sits in silence, his face void of emotion, his eyes unblinking. Hyunjin’s focus is no longer on his prisoner but on the evolution of the light that breaks through the curtains.

Minute after agonizing minute passes until the fear of the unknown forces the man to ramble off everything he can think of. Insults, confessions, pleas for mercy. None of it gets the slightest reaction until the faintest sunbeam casts its light on the carpet. Hyunjin rises, locking eyes with the man for the first time as he approaches the sunbeam. “My wife always said we all have special abilities. Things that make us unique,” he says, rolling up his left sleeve. “I didn’t believe her at first but then one day I got caught in the sun.”

Hyunjin shoves his forearm into the sunlight, his bare skin exposed to what should be eating through him like acid. “Nothing, see? It takes a while for me to burn but you—I have a feeling you’ll strike up like a match.” “No, please! You don’t understand!” Hyunjin smirks, twirling over to the window, “You don’t understand. You told my baby she’d burn. You first!” Hyunjin tears open the curtain nearest to the bed, letting the sun shine in at full power. “What a beautiful morning” he hums, sliding the others open to the tune of screams that would wake the dead.

The man on the bed is burning, his skin bubbling like he’s being deep fried. In a sense he is. The heat from the sun is cooking him. He feels every pop. Every sizzle. Tiny fires ignite, charring his skin. Hyunjin watches on, the steam rising from his own skin barely a tickle. He won’t leave this room before he’s seen him burnt to a crisp, reduced to nothing more than a charred corpse for him to deliver to the council as a warning of sorts.

Threaten what he loves and this is only a taste of the fate that awaits them.

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ellabehavior · 9 months

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You’re on your own kid ~ Rafe Cameron ☼

Summary: Rafe and you have been best friends since you were young. However, now that he got his new girlfriend you suddenly realized that you could possibly like him more than simply as a friend.

Pairing: Rafe Cameron x Fem!Reader

Warnings: anxiety, mentions of drinking

A/N: Its been a while yall, but i’m back!! I hope y’all enjoy :)! ( i hateee this but i hope y’all love)

angst to soft!

Summer went away,

You’ve been best friends with Rafe since as long as you can remember, but last summer was the summer where everything changed.

The summer before your first year of college.

School was back up and you were also starting to look at Rafe with a different eye. He was taller, tanner, smarter, he’s growing up.

Still the yearning stays.

Everytime you’d pass Rafe in the hallway hed give you a short smile but never really acknowledge you.

You missed last summer when you guys would hang out everyday, tell eachothers every little secret, and have the best deep conversations at 2am.

You knew at this moment that things might never be the same again.

I play it cool with the best of them.

For the first time in months Rafe contacted you, he invited you to go to a party with a lot of people from your school.

When you arrived, that’s when you seen him with her.

He had his arm around her neck and her long blonde hair rested on his lower arm.

I wait patiently, he’s gonna notice me.

“It’s ok, It’s ok” You whisper quietly while gaining the courage to go up and talk to Rafe.

As you walk up to him he gives you a half-hug due to the blonde on his right.

“Hey Y/N i haven’t seen you in a while.” He grins.

“Yeahhh, I guess i’ve been busy yknow with all the test and s-” Immediately you get cut off by a high pitched voice.

“Rafeyyy cmon let’s go play some games this is boring.” She says with a pout.

“Mkay babe. Bye Y/n” The boy said walking away without a glance at you.

It’s ok we’re the best of friends, anyways…

About a week after the party Rafe finally calls to check up on you.

“Hey y/n.” He drowsily says .

“Rafe? It’s 1:00am what are you calling me for?” You voice concerningly

“I just miss my bestie that’s all” He laughs.

I hear it in your voice,

You're smoking with your boys.

I touch my phone as if it's your face.

“Rafe are you high right now?” You almost shout.

“Yes, Maybe, No.” He giggles.

“Rafe do you need me to come get you?”

You rush to grab your keys and your wallet to go pick Rafe up.

“No i’m here with my girlfriend.” He says.

You stop in your tracks, immediately getting a sick feeling in your stomach as soon as those words come out from his mouth.

“Oh Okay, we’ll I’ll talk to you some other time okay?” You suggest.

And with that he hangs up the phone without a goodbye.

I didn't choose this town,

I dream of getting out.

There's just one who could make me stay,

All my days.

As a kid you and Rafe would always talk about how when you guys were 25 you’d move to London together, and to this day that’s still your biggest dream.

You hate this place, it’s full of people who will be rude to you just based off of how you grew up.

Surprisingly Rafe is now dating one of those girls, Lily.

From sprinkler splashes to fireplace ashes

I waited ages to see you there

I search the party of better bodies

Just to learn that you never cared

You promised yourself after last time you would never go to another college party, but here you find yourself at one that Rafe invited you to.

You would be lying if you said you’re here because you wanted to party, you’re waiting to see him.

You see Lily off in the crowd dancing, She’s perfect. You understand why Rafe would pick her. Her hair flows perfectly in the wind, her makeup is never less than flawless, and even though you want to tell yourself that she’s ugly, she’s one of the prettiest girls you’ve ever seen.

As you study Lily you see Rafe come up from behind her and hug her.

You're on your own, kid

You always have been

The whole night Rafe didn’t even bat a single eye at you, so you left.

I see the great escape

So long, Daisy May

I picked the petals, he loves me not

Something different bloomed

Writing in my room

I play my songs in the parking lot

I'll run away

You tried to distance yourself ever since the party, finally realizing this crush is starting to form into something you don’t need right now.

It’s been exactly 2 weeks since you’ve gone no contact with Rafe and if there were 20 stages of grief, you’ve been through 30.

All you want to do is call him, text him, or tell yourself that maybe he’s just using Lily as a distraction because he really likes you.

“Why is it never me.”

From sprinkler splashes to fireplace ashes

I called a taxi to take me there

I search the party of better bodies

Just to learn that my dreams aren't rare

It’s a cycle.

Another party, Another slap in the face.

You can see the other girls also looking at Lily wishing they could be with Rafe.

The realization kills you to know that it’ll probably never be you in that spot with all these options he has.

You're on your own, kid,

You always have been.

It’s a drunken night, and you’ll definitely regret this.

“Rafeyyy babyyy” you slur.

“Y/N? Why are you calling me in the middle of the night?” You can tell he is worried in his tone.

“I don’t like her. She’s rude, you deserve better.”

There is a long pause and then you hear someone speak, “He’s never liked you babe. You’re nothing compared to me, and you know that.”

The phone hung up.

From sprinkler splashes to fireplace ashes

I gave my blood, sweat, and tears for this

I hosted parties and starved my body

Like I'd be saved by a perfect kiss

It’s been hard to do anything since the altercation.

Eating, Getting up, Going to class, Socializing, and pretty much everything feels like a chore.

You’ve tried so hard to get his attention yet he never seemed to care.

And of course as a mean girl, Lily decided to tell everyone about what you said to Rafe. Of course he apologized for what she said, and for what happened but that didn’t stop the whole school for coming at you for a whole week.

The jokes weren't funny, I took the money

My friends from home don't know what to say

I looked around in a blood-soaked gown

And I saw something they can't take away

You received a text message late at night, usual for Rafe.

Rafe: Hey, i’m so sorry for what Lily caused. You’re my best friend and I realized nothing is worth loosing that, me and her are over now after a long talk.. Can we please hang out? I miss you.

Fuck. This is what you’ve been longing for all these months and it finally is here.

You: Yeah sure, Sleepover? my place tmmrw? ;)

Rafe: Ofc. I miss you. Cya.

Cause there were pages turned with the bridges burned

Everything you lose is a step you take

So make the friendship bracelets

Take the moment and taste it

You've got no reason to be afraid

The anxiety levels are high waiting for Rafe to come over, it’s been so long since you’ve had a real conversation through all this time of him being with Lily.

You start to wonder if he still likes Starwars, or if his favorite dancing song is 22 by Taylor Swift.

You then hear a knock on the door.

You're on your own, kid

“Hey!! Can I come in” he says.

“Of course.”

Then the catching up, the apology’s, and the stories start up.

It’s just like last summer.

Yeah, you can face this

While Rafe is telling one of his stories, you start to feel a pit of anxiety in your stomach because you know what you have to do.

You’ve gotten ready for this moment, practiced it in the mirror about 50 times to make sure your facial expressions, or your tone doesn’t sound too weird.

You're on your own, kid

“Rafe.” You stop him mid conversation.

“Yes?” he says with a quirk of his eyebrows.

“All these months i’ve been so distant but really all I wanted was to be near you, since last summer you’ve been the only thing on my mind and maybe you don’t feel the same way but-“

He cuts you off with a kiss to your lips.

“I’ve been waiting since the 8th grade for you to say that” He says as he pulls away.

“So all that practicing in the mirror was for nothing?” you giggle.

“Guess so.”

You always have been

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simplyholl · 1 year

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Snowed In [Loki x F.Reader]

Summary: While on a mission, you and Loki discover a strange flower. Will its effects change your relationship forever?

Warnings: Smut. Minors DNI. 18+ only. Sex pollen.

Pairing: Avenger Loki x F Avenger reader

Shout out to @lokisgoodgirl for helping me so much. You’re amazing!

Part of the Winter Warmers Collection

The cool wind felt like a knife as it kissed your skin. You were ill prepared for this whole mission. It was way colder than you anticipated. It started snowing two hours ago, and it was pouring. You were searching for the hidden safehouse. Stark’s newest GPS lead the way. The snow crunching under your boots is the only sound as you look around the vast area. Snow had covered everything in sight. “I have found it.” Loki, your mission partner and the bane of your existence announced in your headset. You hadn’t wanted to go on this mission at all, but everyone else was away on some Hydra sting. You and Loki were the only Avengers available. Of course, it was him you were stuck with. It was always him.

He got under your skin like no one else. He was so cocky. He always thought he was right and he loved fighting with you. If you were training partners, he would push you hard until it ended in a screaming match. Your latest spat had landed you both in hot water. Steve had demanded you spend more time together to get over yourselves. Tony’s outlandish suggestion was for you to sleep together to ease the tension. Yeah right, like that would ever happen. “It’s another mile ahead. You need to hurry.” Loki’s smooth voice through the headset interrupts your thoughts. When you finally arrive at the safehouse, you take in your surroundings. The snow comes up too high on the small cabin. You would be stuck here for a few days. You were about to walk in when a large blue flower catches your eye. “Loki, come out here. Check this out. What kind of flower would survive in this weather?” “Y/N, DON’T!” Loki shouts running toward you as you picked the flower from its position among the glistening snow. But it was too late, the flower emitted a red sticky substance in the air choking you both. He dragged you back inside the cabin. “What was that?” You choke out. “It is a flower that emits a substance that makes you incredibly aroused. If those desires are not acted on, it could kill you. I have only read about them. I have never seen one until now. I tried to stop you, but you would not listen.” “Well excuse me for being curious! It was a beautiful flower!” You place your hands on your hips pacing in the small kitchen. “Wait, wait you said this thing is going to make us really horny and unless we do something about it, we DIE?” You run your hand through your disheveled hair trying to process this revelation. “Precisely.” Loki smirks at you. “Okay, well no problem. I will go in one bedroom; you go in another. We will take care of our little problem. No big deal.” Loki flashes you a wicked smile, “Oh you innocent little lamb.” His laugh fills the tiny room. “What is so funny? It’s just masturbation, Loki. It’s completely natural.” You fail to find the humor in this situation. He is doubled over almost in the floor laughing hysterically. “We can not remedy this situation by merely masturbating, Y/N. You have to reach completion with a partner. ” You can’t be serious.” “I am dead serious. You are going to beg me to fuck you And I cannot wait.” His eyes hungrily trace every curve of your body causing your cheeks to heat. “I would rather DIE!” You yell at him. How dare he? “As you wish, darling.” He smirks as he walks to the fireplace. He waves his hand in front of it. A fire ignites, you can instantly feel the heat. You almost forgot how cold you were in light of this new information. You stomp down the hallway looking for your room. You turn on the light to find a bathroom. A bathtub against the wall, but no shower. This was going to be a long trip. You come out to discover there is only one bedroom, not two. Oh great. How can this get any worse.? You glance around the room noticing there is only one bed. Well, finders’ keepers. You quickly change into your pajamas you brought in your backpack. You crawl into the bed getting warm under the blankets. Stupid flower, Loki is just messing with me. I don’t feel different. Of course, it’s just a joke. You smile to yourself. I can’t believe I almost fell for it. Jokes on him, when he comes in here to discover he will have to sleep on the floor. Thoughts of revenge dance through your head as you fall asleep.

You throw the blankets off you. It is extremely hot in here. That must be what woke you. Your eyes scan the unfamiliar room finding Loki stripping down to his underwear. “What are you doing?” He looks at you like you are daft. “I am going to bed. What does it look like?” You spread yourself out on the mattress trying to take up all the space. “There’s no room for you. You’ll have to sleep on the floor.” Loki walks toward the bed. His large hands effectively scoot you over. “I am a prince. I will not sleep on the floor. You don’t need to either. We had a long journey today. You need proper rest.” He gets on the bed beside you. You can feel the heat radiating off him. “Are you burning up too? It’s so hot in here.” you complain. “It is actually rather cold in here. It must be the flower starting to affect us. Remember my words, Y/N. I will not touch you, until you beg me.” You groan trying to get comfortable in the bed that is too small for both of you. “Very funny. I feel fine. Sex is the last thing on my mind.” You close your eyes wishing for sleep to find you again. You lay for hours before going into the bathroom. Your breasts feel heavy. You are so wet, and you hadn’t been thinking of anything to achieve it. God, you were so aroused. Maybe Loki wasn’t lying after all. But he has to be. Maybe not about the flower, but about the sex thing. Why couldn’t you just rid yourself of the affliction? You slide your hand in your panties. Fingers find your clit. It feels nice, but it is not enough. It actually seems like the more your fingers work, the worse you feel. Your skin is on fire. You almost feel sick. Perhaps you would die from this. You go back to the bedroom, giving up on curing yourself. Loki sits up, a wolfish smile on his face. “Are you feeling alright, pet? You look flushed.” You lay back on your side of the bed turning on your left side to face him. “I tried to take care of it by myself, but it didn’t work. I feel so much worse. I don’t know how much longer I can take this. I am so hot. I can’t stand it. Why aren’t you feeling like this?” He throws the blanket off himself revealing his arousal. “I am aching, pet. I can make it stop. You only have to ask me.” “In your dreams, Loki. I’m going to lay on the floor now. It will be cooler.” You bring your pillows to the chilled floor. It only soothes you for a minute. You’re sure this fever will never break. You rub your thighs together, stifling a moan. You check to see if Loki heard you. He hadn’t, thank God. He must be asleep. You can’t even think of sleep. The only thing on your mind is release. You try to keep your mind occupied, but it’s no use. You are positive you’re going to die any second now. The ghost of your impending orgasm must possess you, because it’s definitely not you waking Loki. You lean over him shaking his arm. “Wake up.” He rolls over, lust filled eyes roam your body. “Did you have something you wanted to ask me, Y/N?” “Please Loki?” “Please what, pet? I know not what you ask of me.” God, he’s so annoying and so attractive? How had you not noticed before? Okay maybe you had noticed during training when his large, muscular body had you pinned under him, or when he was teaching you how to use daggers. You knew he was hot, but usually your annoyance with him outweighed any attraction. But right now, when there was an ocean in your panties, when his hair hung down in messy curls, when he looked at you like he would devour you whole, the attraction was undeniable. “Loki, please I NEED YOU. Please touch me. Please fuck me. Please, I am begging you.” His eyes darken as he pulls you on the bed. “I thought you would never ask.” Loki’s lips crash into yours. He kisses you hungrily. His tongue begging entrance, you accommodate him, tongues gliding against each other. You pull his hair wanting to be as close as possible. He reluctantly breaks the kiss. With the wave of his hand, both of your clothes disappear. He places hard kisses on your neck, sucking the tender skin there. You will have marks in their place tomorrow. He kisses his way to your breasts. His fingers roughly pinching a nipple while his mouth finds the other. Gentle bites on your breasts leave you a moaning mess. He bites and suckles his way to your thighs placing your legs over his shoulders. There is nothing gentle about the way he eats you. His tongue moves in intricate patterns you can’t comprehend. He sucks your clit so hard you see stars. When he slips a finger inside your waiting heat, you shatter. The mantra of his name hasn’t left your lips. He kisses your thigh before positioning himself at your entrance. He plunges inside roughly. One strong hand grips your hips as he claims you. “Feels so good. Oh gods, Y/N.” Long strands of raven hair brush your cheeks as he thrusts into you. He rests his forehead on yours staring intently in your eyes. “Knew it would be good, never imagined it’d be this good.” He pants. He moves his head to the crook of your neck praises spilling from his lips. “Perfect, you’re so perfect.” He moves his hips faster hitting exactly the right spot. You squeeze your legs tighter around his waist as you both unravel. Loki’s breath comes rapidly while he studies your face. “Do you still hate me, Y/N? Considering everything that occurred today, I would not blame you.” You place a soft kiss to his lips. “I never hated you, Loki. I always thought you hated me.” Loki laughs incredulously. “Darling, I was afraid to be close to you. That is why I acted so cold toward you.” You take his hand in yours. “Since we are stuck here for at least another few days, we should get to know each other better. Let’s just see where this goes.” Loki pulls you into his arms while you make a silent wish for more snow. Who would have thought Tony’s idea would work after all?

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504py · 5 months

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He, with those piercing eyes, gaze up at you from beneath.

𖤣.𖥧.𖡼.⚘

You haven't seen grass in almost a month now.

It was near impossible to find windows or doors that led to the outside in the ever-changing architecture of his palace. Hallways, winding like the arteries and veins in his heart. Walls creaking and compressing like lungs, and a never-ending fireplace burbling and roaring like a stomach. The palace seemed to be alive, and he was intent on keeping you within it.

Today was different, though. That feeling of constant movement stopped, and in this eerie, uncomfortable stillness, a door creaks, and you feel cold hair brush against your cheek. You expect to see him there, used to him seemingly appearing out of thin air, but you're greeted by empty space. Goosebumps scatter all over the surface of your skin. Your head turns to follow wherever the source of the noise was, and, in all of its literal absurdity, a door is there. It sounds ridiculous, but it was the last thing you expected to see. Your hands have gone clammy and damp.

You felt very bare. Like a million eyes were watching you, to see if you would act on the appearance of an exit. You freeze, and for a few moments, you think about what to do. But with each passing second, it felt like the palace was getting more and more suffocating, more and more intent on trying to constrict you. You finalized with the thought that it'd be better to push your luck instead of staying here, with these walls that wanted to cage you in.

As you grasped the uncomfortably warm door handle, you wondered where he was... Was he behind you, watching every action? You turned to check. Nothing. Could he be studying at the library? Still asleep in his bedroom? It's possible he was in some new room in the palace you didn't even know about yet. You almost expected him to lunge at you the moment you were to open this door.

You decide you'd be as good as a prisoner forever if you were to ignore this chance, so you turn the knob, and push the wooden door open.

The flood of sunlight makes your eyes sting, but you can't help but smile. It's warm, you can smell wet dirt, and it feels like you're home again. It's been such a long time.

You blink the ache away, and as your vision clears and settles, you can make out a large, swath of green under a clear, blue sky. A large tree stands out dramatically against the otherwise plain field, and beneath it, laying on the lush carpet of greenery, was him.

You can see the grass once more. The wind is howling in your ears.

𖤣.𖥧.𖡼.⚘

hey! this is a series i decided to start which is based off of a dream i had, which was basically howl's moving castle, but in a slavic setting and he's creepy LOL. the way this will work is, i'll post a painting with a short piece of writing underneath, and with each post (however, not in chronological order, so it's up to you guys to put it together, hoho..), more and more of the story between you and him will be unraveled!

this first part was pretty tame, but for reference to future parts, he is a yandere, so heed all the warnings associated with that LMAO. i wanted to start posting more original work (though i feel like i should state that this is very heavily based off of hmc, so you could see this as an au i guess LOL), and just try to find people who like the stuff that i myself create.

updates will be inconsistent, so fan speculation is encouraged to fill in the gaps LMAO. anyways, i hope you guys will like this!!

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espinosaurusrexex · 1 year

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Wait I’m asking another too! Trying to convince Steve let you adopt the smelliest, dirtiest stray dog you found eating out a trash can on your way home from work. The fluffiness of a grumpy Steve having to help bathe the dog but then falling in love. ♥️b-v

I love this SO MUCH! AHHH thank you @blooming-violets 💗

Convincing to Adopt an Animal (Bingo Game)

!BINGO ASKS CLOSED!

SteveRogers x Female!Reader

word count: 1.2k

warnings: so much fluff, a grumpy Stevie, a chaotic puppy, and some kissies

Steve had his hands deep in sink water when he heard the door open in the hallway. He smiled when he realized the best part of his day was about to begin: seeing you again. But despite his excitement that still lingered, even after a year of living together, he wouldn’t rush. He would finish doing the dishes and he would let you get settled in peace because you needed a little arrival time. And then you would come up to him, wrap your arms around him and press your face to his back, maybe litter a few kisses here and there - he couldn’t wait.

Though today, it took you a little longer than usual. He heard you kick off your shoes and then mumble something he couldn’t quite make out. And then rustling.

“Babe, you remember how you said you would do anything to make me happy?” Your voice singsonged through the door over to Steve.

“What?” Steve chuckled as he thought of the day he promised you this. It was a beautiful date.

“That I could do nothing to ever make you stop loving me?” And then his memory stopped and suspicion settled in his mind instead.

The spoons he was holding in his hand clanged against the kitchen counter when he craned his neck to hush a look into the hallway in vain. “What did you do?”

A high-pitched yelp echoed in response.

“Sweetheart, what did you do?!” He reiterated in a slight panic.

But before you could even form a proper response, a desperate ‘NO!’ traveled to Steve, and not even a second later, fast little tippy-tappies came rushing towards Steve and around the kitchen island he was currently standing at. And when you broke through the door, one shoe in hand and the other still on your foot, a decent-sized puppy sprung onto his legs and began licking his jeans.

“Surpriiiiise...” You tried a smile while hiding the second shoe behind your back, but Steve wasn’t amused at all.

He stood before you with pink rubber gloves and a sponge in hand while the puppy slobbered away on his newly washed pants.

“What in the lord’s-”

Your hands shot out. “Okay before you say anything, please let me explain.”

Steve just blinked at you unimpressed. Whatever you were about to say would not change the fact that you brought a literal dirt machine into your apartment. Steve hated dirt. He hated dust and crumbs and hair everywhere. He had seen enough of it in the 40s - back when just a gust of wind would make him sick for weeks. It had changed him so much that, even now when he didn’t get sick anymore, he needed clean spaces more than anything. And you knew that. So, whatever explanation you were about to give him better be good.

“I’m listening.” He said steadily, but the chewing sounds coming from beneath him threw Steve off a bit. He just knew that the dog was eating his pants right now. But he would listen to you anyway.

“I was walking past this alley when I heard something rumbling, right. So, naturally, I checked it out.”

“Naturally, sure.” Steve’s voice was dripping with sarcasm.

“Yes. And when I looked into the container I saw this little guy staring up at me with the most adorable puppy eyes. He even stopped eating trash when he saw me, it was magical, Steve. You should have seen him, he was so lost and sad. And look at him now. Only 30 minutes with me And he's unrecognizable. We need to keep him. Please can we keep him?”

“Let me set this straight: you found a dog in the trash eating said trash and smelling like it, too. And your first instinct was to take him home?”

“Steve, have you seen him? He’s adorable!”

“I don’t have to see him, I can smell him from a mile away.”

“Just a mile? That’s not so bad. Did you hear that, Frosty G?” The puppy gave an elated bark before resuming eating Steve’s pants.

“Can we pleeease keep him, Stevie?”

Steve’s eyes swayed from you to ‘Frosty G’ and then back to you again. He held up his stone-cold expression for about ten seconds and then he began to struggle. He wanted to be mad, he really did. But the way both you and Frosty were looking at him with those adorable puppy eyes made his heart go wild. He knew how much you loved animals. And seeing as you had only ever joked about adopting the stray cats you encountered on your walks from time to time, actually bringing one home showed Steve how much it would mean to you if he agreed.

His stare landed on Frosty again, who had stopped eating Steve’s clothes and was neatly sitting next to him now, snout raised and puppy eyes in full swing. Damnit, he was adorable. And he made your puppy eyes great competition. Unfortunately for Steve, the both of you would team up in the foreseeable future.

“Alright,” Steve sighed in defeat, scrunching his nose when another whiff of Frosty’s odor swept over him as the little guy jumped in excitement. “But he needs to bathe first.”

“Oh my god, thankyouthankyouthankyou!” You ran towards Steve and peppered his face in kisses until the frown disappeared. Maybe this was worth it.

Not even ten minutes later, Steve and you were kneeling in front of the bathtub, washing Frosty G’s black fur clean. Annoyingly so, the little guy actually enjoyed bathing - a little too much, if you asked Steve. He was splashing and playing in the tub, getting Steve and you good a couple of times. Steve didn’t enjoy it, but then he looked over to you and saw that wholesome brightness on your face and heard that pretty laugh come out of your mouth and all of it was forgotten.

You spent an hour in the bathroom, lathering and rinsing multiple times (until Steve could tolerate the smell). While one was pouring the water, the other distracted Frosty with a rubber duck. And when you finally finished the water show, sitting on the bathroom tiles with your wrapping the newest roommate in a towel, Steve took his time to look at you and your happy state.

He watched as you patted the puppy dry, kissed its head multiple times, and cooed at the little guy who was already smitten by you. It was like a reward for the trouble he went through and made it all seem a lot less agitating.

Steve leaned his head back against the cupboard as he smiled at you. “You named him after Loki didn’t you?”

“I couldn’t help myself, he’s just SO HOT!” You swooned before giving your attention to Frosty again, rubbing his ears dry carefully.

Steve sighed as the puppy looked at him with his tongue out, a smile present on its face - if puppies even could smile - and Steve did the same.

At the end of the day, he just wanted you to be happy. And if housing a cute but still smelly puppy named after his crazy girlfriend’s favorite Villain would make that happen, he’d choose this sacrifice every day anew.

**alternatively I named the puppy Jamie and then the conversation would have gone a little like this:

“You named him after Bucky didn’t you.”

“He’s just my favorite idiot,” you smiled dreamily, “I’m sorry, babe. But you’re a close second.”

Steve just sighed with a shake of his head. “That’s alright, he’s mine too...”

**OKAY BYE**

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whyareyouhere66 · 1 year

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JJ Maybank x Male Reader - You Are Home.

JJ Maybank *Outerbanks* x male kook reader [Sarah’s brother]

I did it, just like I said I would. Enjoy y’all. [Two more days till season 3!]

“It's always have and never hold

“You've begun to feel like home…”

[-The Fray, I’ll Look After You, 2005]

Outer Banks, North Carolina. More specifically, Figure Eight.

The air that whirled around him was warm, the island’s nonchalant charm lulling him into a sense of calm. Sure, the faint arguing that drifted in from downstairs was distracting, but alas- in Y/n’s tired state he wanted nothing more to ignore it, and stay in the welcoming breeze from the window sill of the large, white house.

In his hands he twisted and untwisted the cap of his water bottle, eyes still watching over the navy blue shadow reflecting from the sky. He tried focusing in on the sounds coming from outside, the wind’s song flowing through the ocean waves around the corner. However this proved to be more and more difficult, when he repeatedly broke out of his zoned out state and was dragged back into the growing yelling coming from Ward and Rafe downstairs.

Rafe’s persistent arguing, the frustration becoming more and more clear in Ward’s normally calm, manipulative tone.

“Hey, please let’s just-“

“No- no I’m done talking about this.”

“Let me finish, Rafe….”

Y/n let out a frustrated groan, after Rafe had blown yet another college interview it seemed Ward’s patience was bubbling down to the final straw, dragging the rest of the family into it as they heard and watched it all in the emptiness of the house.

Y/n forced his gaze away from the outside world, looking around at his dimly lit room. Perhaps he should go to see Wheezie, check on Sarah. He knew how the latter especially hated conflict, though Wheezie herself seemed more drawn into her phone recently.

But it was never a waste to check in.

The h/c boy steps away from the white window sill, closing and locking it as he’d been taught.

The bright lights from the hallway jumped at him, his eyes taking an extra moment to adjust as the downstairs argument became more clear. It seemed everyone in the house had been more on edge recently, Ward tensing at short conversation and Sarah beginning to pull away more and more.

Y/n himself had always found himself closer to the side than anything, both him and Wheezie often being sat on the bleachers while the rest played at the game. Ward could acknowledge them as his kids, drag them around to events and all, but they each knew that they were never his first priority.

Sarah, center of attention of course, had it all laid out for her since day 1. A legacy, a throne of you will, being built for her the day Ward laid eyes on her- his daughter, his child. She was his pride and joy, leaving the rest of the family to sit and applaud as he spoiled her.

Y/n used to fight for it, too. Being born solely a year prior, his naive, 6 year old mind could never grasp why Sarah had been deemed the golden child. He still couldn’t really, but overtime it became more and more clear that nothing would ever change. And while he still found himself there, by the same window sill he had been today, he looked out at the family’s extravagant garden and wondered- “why?”

Rafe was the same way. Being born first in the family he still found himself pushed off to the side, set to watch his father grow instead of growing there with him. However, unlike Y/n, he never accepted it. He clung to any bits or pieces of his father he had, wanting nothing more to impress the man.

But Ward Cameron was a hard man to impress, especially when it came to the majority of his own blood. And when you stumble as often as Rafe himself had, another rung in the twisted, family ladder falls.

The hallway, covered in old paintings and dainty floral wallpaper, led Y/n down its paths until he found himself at Wheezie’s room.

2 knocks, 3, and Y/n stands awkwardly in front of the tall white door.

“Wheezie?” He calls, looking at the floor with his hands shoved into his pockets. A ringing silence fills the hall, as he receives no answer.

“Wheezieeee, you alive in there?”

Curiously, the h/c grabs the golden handle and twists- peaking his head into the room.

Lights still on, he found his sassy little sister asleep on her bed- curled into a ball blended with the comforter. He paused for a second, wondering how she managed to sleep through the houses overwhelming ringing, as well as the mindless and repeated shouts from all around. But when his eyes landed on the small, white buds poking out of her ears and tangling with her hair he put it together.

“Smart kid..”

His hands slide up the wall, reaching the light switch before he flips it off.

“G’night, weirdo” he mumbles, closing the door behind him as his bare feet pad down the hallway once more.

It was at this point that Y/n decided against checking in on Sarah, knowing that not only their somewhat strained relationship would create an awkward tension, but also that the chances of her sneaking out her window again were far over likely.

So instead the teen trudged down the stairs, making a beeline to the kitchen to replace the water bottle he’d been fidgeting with just minutes before.

The further down the long staircase he walked, the more he was able to see of the rest of his family.

The tense fighting between Rafe and Ward had settled into the living room, stray documents and pamphlets scattered across fancy glass coffee tables as one man stood on each side.

They went back and forth, back and forth with the blonde boy starting, his father following closely in suite.

With the roll of his eyes, hand sliding down on the wooden banister, Y/n neared the bottom of the staircase.

“Dad I don’t need to go to college- I’m fine here.”

“Yeah? Yeah well I’m not Rafe. This is not…”

Rose watched on uncomfortably, sat in a stool next to the kitchen’s island. With an open laptop in front of her, and a half empty glass of wine, she stared on at the two with her eyebrows furrowed. Y/n could see her now, stepping off the final stair as he untwisted the lid of his water bottle. Back now turned to his father and brother, he could only see her in front of him.

The h/c heard voices rise, the urge to go back up to his room growing stronger in his mind.

“I knew I should’ve checked on Sarah-“

Just as he steps forward again, no less than 10 feet from the staircase, he heard it.

The painful slap, a harsh hit of skin on skin contact, echoes through the now silent room. He could see Rose’s eyes widened, sitting up straight suddenly as she stared in shock.

Y/n freezes, slowly and almost hesitant as he turns around in his spot.

Rafe’s face was turned away, mouth agape. Ward’s hand was still outstretched, a soft and lamented look filling his eyes as he seemed to finally realize what he’d done.

The fights had been happening for weeks now.

But never had it ever gotten physical- not once. Ward always took Rafe for granted, this was well evident in the claustrophobic walls of the Cameron house. But Ward had enough sense to not bring it to a physical level, his heart belonged to his family, he never purposely damaged that.

In a small moment of panic, Ward stepped away. His hand retracted, firm against his chest as he cleared his throat.

“Rafe-“

“Wow, dad…wow.”

The blonde’s voice is full of malice, chuckling deeply as he turned to look at the man. His voice lowers to a whisper again, eyebrows furrowed down.

“Wow.”

In the matter of a minute, perhaps two, Rose is up and rushing forward to stop the fight like she’d been wanting to for minutes on end. Blood rushed away from Y/n’s knuckles, his grip on the bottle tightened extremely. In the back of his mind he still heard them, Ward rushing to his own defense as Rafe riled himself up more. Rose’s desperate, annoying pleads as she stood between them.

But he wasn’t truly there, not present in the moment. His head screamed at him to leave, the need for fresh air bubbling over as he felt too fed-up with his family to stay another moment.

And so Y/n left, stormed out of the building before the other 3 could do more than notice him.

Swiftly grabbing the car keys off the counter, stuffing his feet into his shoes, the h/c rushed out to his car and ducked into the drivers seat.

He knew he hadn’t been the one to get slapped, the one to yell and scream in the fights. But if he had to sit in his room one more night, the air thick and heavy from this scrambled family’s tension he just might suffocate.

Trees blurred past him, eyes zoned onto the road ahead of him as his brain went into autopilot- driving him to the one place he felt he must be.

“JJ…”

The blonde boy, although a Pogue, offered him an embrace like no other. It should feel wrong, it’s supposed to be, but for whatever reason it didn’t, it felt right. Y/n could never recall how they’d come to be- in fact at the beginning the boys tried keeping it at “no strings attached”. But, they couldn’t help it- he felt like home.

JJ’s laugh, his voice, the warmth that would emit off his body whenever Y/n got too close. He wasn’t supposed to love him, his family’s reputation laid on the line- but he just didn’t want to stop himself. This wasn’t the first time one of them had run off to meet the other in the heat of the moment, sometimes in the middle of the night, others simply in broad daylight. It seemed the small compass engraved into Y/n’s brain was constantly pointing in JJ’s direction.

The more these thoughts flowed through Y/n, the more agitated he grew as he sought out the comfort he needed. His grip on the wheel was firm, mind a haze as he could see JJ’s near empty house coming into view. After the seemingly hundreds of times driving here, as if it was muscle memory, Y/n had barely realized he had made it to the Cut.

Y/n came to a stop in front of the house, taking a sharp breath. He snatched the keys from ignition, hopeful eyes leading him out of the car and onto the porch. That house, so different from his own, lured him in yet again.

All his thoughts seemed to fizz inside his head, bubbling and sizzling away so distantly, yet so present he could hear them still. Keys gripped in his hand tightly, fist knocking against the old door no more than 3 times before he squeezed his eyes shut.

“Answer the door, Maybank…” the teen mumbled, running a hand through his hair as his felt his muscles tensed in his shoulders.

Inside some shuffling was heard, the squeaks of door hinges alerting Y/n as he spun around to meet the blue eyed boy.

“Y/n? What-“

He looked confused, immediately taking note of Y/n’s dazed face and disheveled appearance. In the back of his mind, he felt he knew why Y/n was there.

Y/n opened his mouth to talk, stepping forward. JJ didn’t wait for him, jutting his head towards the door as to invite the h/c inside.

It wasn’t too long before Y/n was situated at the couch, fed up and frustrated. JJ followed close behind him, stopping at the door way almost hesitantly, for he’d only seen the boy act that way a handful of times. It was more recent that the two began to open up to each other, the intimacy they would share building an odd sense of trust, a safe space within each other that before they didn’t know they were capable of.

Though JJ had noticed that almost each time, it was due to something from that of the Cameron house. And so, he had a feeling he already knew what this was about.

The blonde moved forward from the door way, until he was standing in front of Y/n on the couch. The latter was almost doubled over, curled into himself with his elbows on his knees to hold his head up. His chest rose up and down heavily, fingers tangled with his h/c hair. JJ raises one eyebrow, sitting on the small table just a foot or so in front of the sofa.

“Y/n? Hello, you with me? What happened?”

Y/n sucks his teeth, hands sliding down his face.

“I’m so done with them, JJ.”

He didn’t have to say any names for the blonde to understand, it was almost always the same 2 or 3 people. And so he doesn’t ask any more questions, instead leaning closer to the boy in an attempt to give any sort of comfort.

JJ Maybank didn’t know too much about comfort, after all.

Years of not having the right comfort, not knowing how to give it, etc lead him to taking guesses, cracking jokes until one of the Pogues finally told him he wasn’t being helpful.

Perhaps, that’s why he always felt so attracted to Y/n Cameron.

“-I’m so fucking sick of it, they don’t,” Y/n pauses, trying to think of the right words to describe his mess of a family, “they fight, then pretend it’s all fine. And I normally can suck it up, or whatever, but I just- right now-“

He stumbles over words, frustration building up until he’s saying too many things at once to finish one thought, before another starts.

However he’s cut off, rambling suddenly turned silence as he feels JJ’s hands now cupping his face. The boy had leaned forward, sitting just on the edge of the coffee table, his face a mix of confusion and worry. Y/n’s shoulders drop, melting into the warmth of JJ’s hold.

“Hey, hey it’s alright-“ JJ comforted, finally getting a voice over Y/n’s thoughts. His e/c eyes finally move to meet the bold blues of JJ’s, swallowing a thick lump in his throat. “Just breathe, ok? I’ve got you now..”

Y/n listened, his shaky hands moving to rest on top of JJ’s, his face sandwiched in the middle. Eye contact never breaks between the two as the blonde coaxes Y/n into steady breathing, thumb shifting gently to rub comforting circles into his cheeks.

As Y/n finally feels a sense of stability, now much more aware of the floor under his feet and the walls that surround him, he laughs. It’s not awkward, much closer to embarrassed than anything, and it’s just enough to bring a small sense of relief into JJ’s system.

“I’m sorry, that was, sudden.” He laughs out, tilting his head up to the ceiling. But JJ doesn’t accept that, shaking his head.

“Nope- no. No saying sorry.” He states firmly, his blonde hair falling messily across his forehead. He stands up, bringing the h/c up with him. Their hands have now separated, leaving a lingering warmth across the other teen’s face where they had been before.

Y/n doesn’t even get a moment to protest, as JJ has already swung an arm around his shoulders and leads him to his bedroom.

“JJ-“

“Nope, nah uh.”

He turns around, them now standing in the middle of JJ’s messy room. “You-“ he jabs a finger into Y/n’s chest, “-just had a panic attack, amigo, you’re staying over here tonight.”

Y/n’s eyebrows furrow, a smile plays at his lips, amused. He no longer had any intentions of protesting, knowing that he didn’t want to leave anyways. Instead he turned around to watch JJ scrummage through his closet, following the boy’s figure with his eyes.

A minute passed, standing in comfortable silence. And as Y/n continued to stare at JJ, a playful grin pulled the corners of his lips.

“You just call me ‘amigo’?” He asked, tapping his fingers on the dresser.

JJ paused, turning to look at him over his shoulder.

“Yes, actually, I did.” He replied, grabbing a sweatshirt from the closet and tossing it to Y/n. Neither boy made a move to change, though, nothing else than Y/n pulling the old “North Carolina” sweater over his head and running a hand through his hair.

“And you’re giving your ‘amigo’ a sweatshirt? How sweet-“ he teased, JJ simply rolling his eyes as the incident merely a few minutes prior seemed to be left behind. JJ didn’t know why he gave Y/n that sweater, this was the first time he had done that. Perhaps it was something in the way Y/n:s eyes had been so red and wide before, he wanted to see comfort instead.

The blonde settled onto his bed, Y/n following close behind and kicking off his shoes. He laid down next to him, shuffling around as he falls into the pillows.

“Better not cuddle me, Cameron.” JJ joked, although said in a flat tone it wasn’t hard for Y/n to know he didn’t mean it. He would make jokes like that quite often, actually- Y/n already knew the outcome.

“Don’t worry, I won’t.” He jokes right back, getting comfortable on his side.

But then as the minutes go by, hands ticking away slowly on the clock, it was predictably JJ himself who began to inch closer and closer.

Y/n peaked one eye open, the warmth radiating from him so close, as his breath fanned lightly across his shoulder. Happens everytime.

“What were you saying, Maybank?”

“Shut the fuck up and cuddle me.”

Blunt, yes, but in no more than a split second Y/n found his legs entangled with those of the blonde, ducking his face into the crook of JJ’s neck as a strong sense of home overcame him.

This happened often, the teasing jabs that would only lead to such small space between their bodies. Though, that is how they liked it. Not even the beating heat of the summer could stop it, the restrictions that kept them apart in public but pulled them so close together in private.

Because in private, there was no one else but each other to keep them company.

#x male reader #jj maybank x male reader #outerbanks #jj maybank x reader #jj maybank #JJ Maybank x Cameron reader #Obx

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cursedbabysitter · 1 year

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Steve very well knew he's not supposed to. His heart wasn’t supposed to race that way. His stomach wasn’t supposed to flip like that. His brain wasn’t supposed to go foggy. His eyes weren’t supposed to follow in that direction. But when that browned haired, leather wearing metal head walked into the cafeteria, Steve couldn’t help it. Whatever false tale Tommy was rambling on about, some fabricated story from what he knew was a boring weekend, fades out and all Steve could focus on was that boy. That boy who is carrying his lunchbox over to the table where his friends are sitting. The lunch box that sways in his hand, back and forth with every step forward. The lunch box that sits on the table but never gets opened. The table were everyone is wearing the same black and white sweater, that reads Hellfire club. Where everyone is in deep conversation. Where everyone focuses on the boy at the end of the table, same as Steve was. Where Eddie Munson is sitting.

“Right, Harrington?” The voice sounded muffled and far away.

Fingers snapped in front of his face, making Steve turn his head.

“Earth to Steve” Tommy said and waited for him to land. Not knowing where Steve had been.

“What?”

——

The bell rang, signaling the end of the day. The hallway filled with students, eager to get out of the building and get on with their plans. Some heading straight to the arcade, some going to rent a movie, someone had a date, and there he was. The back of his head, moving away, towards the door. Steve stretched his neck, trying to catch a glimpse of him between the sea of people. He knew he wasn’t supposed to.

The conversation between his friends was just background noice to Steve, pretending like he payed attention, but his mind had gone with Eddie. Out the front door and to wherever Steve imagined he went. Probably home, or to one of his friends houses. Steve wished he was there. Or maybe on the bench in the woods. He wasn’t sure if it was true, but there was a rumor that Eddie sold drugs from there. Steve wanted to check it out.

“I gotta go” he said, just waving the group off as he walked away. No explanation, no room for them to ask questions. He didn’t need that.

For months now Steve had been staring at Eddie. Day dreaming about him. Wanting to talk to him, but too scared to ruin his own reputation to ever even move in the same direction where Eddie was. He had a feeling if he did, gravity would just pull him over and Steve couldn’t risk natural forces revealing his deep dark secret. It had been months since that party and Steve was still living in it. Because months ago, his whole world changed, when Eddie drunkenly kissed him in the bathroom of a party that Steve hadn’t even wanted to go to. And Steve kissed him back.

But boys don’t like boys. They’re not supposed to.

——

There he was. The boy. The lunch box. On the table, in the woods. Steve stood hidden behind a tree, watching him. There was no one else around, not that he could see anyway. As far as he knew, there was just Eddie over there and him over here. The only sounds he could hear was the wind blowing, making the leafs rustle, birds singing and his own heartbeat. He was nervous.

Eddie was sitting there, tapping his fingers against the wooden table, the other hand supporting his head so it could rest.

“Are you gonna stand there and be a creep or are you gonna purchase anything?”

Steve froze. He wasn’t talking to him. He couldn’t be. He couldn’t see him.

“Seriously?” Eddie looked up, directly at him. It made Steve’s head spin.

He used all the strength he had to step forward, out from his hiding spot and he was now facing Eddie, who slowly got up from his seat, stepping around the table.

“Well, well, well” Eddie clicked his tongue “if it isn’t Steve Harrington” he dragged out the name as he spoke “what can this humble server do for the king of Hawkins High?” Eddie bowed and when Steve could again see his face, there was a smirk playing on the metal heads lips.

Steve looked over his shoulder, unnecessarily paranoid. If someone saw this… When he turned his head back, Eddie was right up in front of him. He looked down at his lips, still remembering how they tasted like cigarettes and alcohol, how they were soft, softer than Steve would’ve guessed. Eddie snickered and bent his knees a bit to align his eyes with Steve’s, pulling his eyes away from his lips.

“What’s on your mind, big boy?”

Steve chocked a breath at the nickname, subconsciously reaching his hand out and slowly grabbed the denim vest that was hanging on Eddie’s body, stroking his thumb over the rough material. Looking at it. Scared to meet his eyes. Eddie stepped closer.

“I’ve been thinking about it too” he said, like he could real Steve’s mind, or maybe Steve had said something out loud, he wasn’t sure. He wasn’t even sure he was there for real.

Steve felt Eddie’s hand on his chin, his head being lifted, forced to look at him and his heart stopped. He felt the hand on his cheek, soft skin touching his, thumb gently caressing his cheekbone, and his eyes fluttered shut, a smile playing in the corner of his lips and he felt Eddie closer, inches from his face. So close he could feel the warmth of his breath.

Their lips met again, finally, but it tasted different. Still like cigarettes, but the alcohol was switched for strawberries. It was new. He welcomed it.

He liked it.

Steve leaned into the kiss, letting himself get submerged in Eddie. No longer just barely holding his vest, but having his arms wrapped all around Eddie. The outside world disappeared and for a while only they existed.

He loved it.

But he very well knew he wasn’t supposed to.

#decided to try my hand at writing #don’t mind me #I’ll stick to drawing what #what is this?#fandom ships #steddie #steddie fandom #steddie fanfic #short fiction #steve x eddie #eddie munson #steve stranger things #steve harrington #stranger things #ship #steddie fanart

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honyakuninakunaru · 3 months

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To The Tune Of The Music Box ~A Moment Of Rest For Mithra~ // Mithra SSR Card Story

CHAPTER 1

(Manor hallway) Mithra: "<Arthim>"

(Zzziup!)

Akira: "Wh-Whoa?!"

Mithra: "Oh, hello, Master Sage."

Akira: "Hi, and welcome back. Where were you just now?"

Mithra: "The North. I had a craving for some beast meat but was left rather disappointed. I was looking for something nice and chewy but found nothing that satisfied me."

Akira: "I'm sorry to hear that…? But now that you're back, I've got something to ask you."

Mithra: "Let's hear it."

Akira: "So, since your birthday's coming up, I want to invite you to "The Music Box Of Serenity"! It's this tiny box Rustica lent me. It connects to another dimension that's supposed to help wizards relax and ease their mind."

Mithra: "Serenity, you say… I feel like Bradley told me about something with a similar name…"

Akira: "Well, what do you think? I think it's the perfect place to spend your birthday and unwind."

Rutile: "Ah, there you are!"

Akira: "Hey, Rutile, what's the matter?"

Rutile: "Mitile and I are about to head over to the South together with Dr Figaro and Mister Leno! Just thought I'd let you know. There's been a spike in the deer population at the foot of the mountains, so we ought to check it out."

Mithra: "Mmm… Deer… Lucky you."

Rutile & Akira: "Huh?"

Mithra: "I'm going with you."

Akira: "…Are you going there to help?"

Mithra: "Yes. I'll capture a few large ones and have Nero prepare them for me."

Rutile: "I remember you like deer saute, don't you? We'll be feasting tonight! I suppose that is one way to help, though. I'll go and inform Dr Figa–"

Mithra: "There won't be a need for that. I can take us there right away."

Rutile: "Wah!"

Mithra: "<Arthim>"

(Zzziup!)

Grabbing ahold of Rutile by the hood of his coat, Mithra calls forth a door. In a hurry, I yell after them.

Akira: "B-Be careful out there! I'll tell Figaro and the others!"

Rutile: "Thank you, Master Sage! See you later!"

Mithra: "Will ten be enough…?"

Mumbling to himself, Mithra crosses the threshold with Rutile in tow and disappears through the door.

Akira: ("Never change, Mithra…")

CHAPTER 2

(Manor Courtyard)

Akira: "Dinner was great last night. To be honest, I feel like I've eaten enough for a month ahead… (Still, yesterday was as busy as ever, and I couldn't properly invite Mithra. I'll make sure to do that if I see him today…)"

(Rumbling & crashing)

Akira: "…What the…?!"

Mithra: "<Arthim>"

(Poof!)

All of a sudden, a heap of bricks flies over my head, scattering everywhere. Having deflected them, Mithra descends in front of me, his red locks swaying with the wind. He casually turns around and looks back at me.

Mithra: "Don't you have anything better to do than idle around here? You almost got yourself squashed."

Akira: "S-Sorry, I saw the wall crumbling down and kind of… froze in place."

Mithra: "You have Oz to blame for that."

Akira: "Huh? Why?"

Mithra: "I bumped into him in the hallway just now and got the itch to attack him… But right as I was about to strike, he drove me through the wall. What an absolute barbarian."

Akira: "I don't want to say this, but you kind of had it coming--"

Mithra: "Care to repeat that?"

Akira: "Nope, never mind! Thank you for saving me just now. …Ah, M-Mithra! Your arm's bleeding!"

Mithra: "…Ah. One of the bricks must've grazed me."

Akira: "Quick, we have to stop it! Here, use my jacket to wrap the wound…"

Mithra: "That won't be necessary. "

Akira: "…The stains are slowly disappearing…! Is the wound properly closed, too?"

Mithra: "Of course. When will you finally understand that we're not as fragile as you humans?"

Akira: "Ahaha, sorry, I can't help it."

Mithra: "Honestly, the nerve of that guy. The way he flicked me as if I'm a pesky flea or something… One day, I'm going to defeat him for sure, and then I'll be the strongest wizard in the world."

Behind Mithra's usually languid gaze rages a feverish fire. In this moment, he has the air of both a wild beast ready to go berserk and a passionate young man.

Akira: "(He's fantastic with words as always…) You know, I quite like that."

Mithra: "Like what?"

Akira: "Your unwavering will to become the strongest in the world and never giving up no matter what. Of course, I would appreciate it if you didn't get into fights with the others, but…"

Mithra: "Wouldn't that be the opposite of what you just described? I wouldn't be me if I gave up on settling my score with Oz."

Akira: "Yep, that's what makes you, you, and is charming in its own way…"

I found Mithra a bit intimidating the first time we met, but now, I can't look away from him.

As I was trying to figure out the best way to describe Mithra in my head, I call out to him.

Akira: "Mithra, shall we use the "Music Box Of Serenity"? Consider it my unique way of celebrating your birthday!"

CHAPTER 3

(Mithra's room)

It's Mithra's birthday today.

We've changed into the special outfits Chloe prepared for us, looking spick and span.

Akira: "Thank you so much for trusting me on this, Mithra!"

Mithra: "Well… It's better than spending the day idling around, I guess. Is this the so-called "Music Box Of Serenity"?"

Akira: "Yep! Are you all set for the teleportation?"

I place the tiny box on top of the table and close my eyes. I recall all of the unique characteristics that make Mithra who he is that I got to re-experience these past few days.

Akira: "…Take us somewhere fitted for Mithra, who's strong and always true to himself."

The box's lid flicks open, and the little doll of Mithra in the centre begins to spin round and round.

Music comes flowing in from somewhere, and soon, light fills the room…

(Inside the music box)

When we come to, the first thing we hear is a funky yet fickle and somewhat charming melody.

Mithra: "This does feel… oddly relaxing. And the music's quite nice, too."

Akira: "That's the purpose of this dimension. It composes a melody that's supposed to ease the visitor's mind, and, apparently, this is how it perceives you! I think it fits you perfectly. I've also prepared a few extra things…"

Mithra: "Alright, let's see it."

Mithra gives me a half-hearted nod and makes his way to where I was pointing.

Atop a table bathed in warm sunlight streaming through leaves, lays a feast made up of Mithra's favourite dishes, such as charcoal and deer saute.

Mithra: "Wow, you've really outdone yourself."

Akira: "What I respect about you is that you're always true to yourself and what you want. With that image of you in mind, I prepared this hoping that you'll spend the day doing what you do best. And first on the list is, of course, enjoying a hearty feast."

Mithra: "You're absolutely right. Nothing gets done on an empty stomach, after all. I'll gladly eat my way through this. Should I leave you a bite or two?"

Akira: "…What did you just say?"

Mithra: "Here, you can have some charcoal. It smells and looks delicious, doesn't it?"

Akira: "T-Thank you… It's okay though, you can have all of i-- Mmph?!"

Mithra stuffs a big piece of charcoal in my mouth while munching on a piece of his own.

Mithra: "Well?"

Akira: "…It's… good? Is this because we're inside the music box? …Oh, right. There's a super fluffy bed over there, so let me know whenever you want to lie down. If there's anything I can do for you in general, just say the word!"

Mithra: "…"

Akira: "What?"

Mithra: "…You're surprisingly gutsy. I can't tell if you're just being cheeky, but… You're the first person to willingly approach and chat with me so casually. You're even going out of your way to do things for me."

Akira: "(Is he…actually praising me…?)"

Mithra: "And I wouldn't know what to do if you were to die, so… keep it up. Whatever it is that you're doing."

After saying that, Mithra takes my hand in his. All of the charcoal is long gone.

Mithra: "By the way, can I attack anything in here?"

Akira: "W-Why would you want to do that?!"

Mithra: "I've stuffed myself full, so now I've got to stretch a little. Is there anything you don't mind me breaking? What about that big tree over there?"

Akira: "I-I would rather you didn't do that! Rustica let me borrow this, after all…"

An irrepressible flame flickers somewhere deep behind Mithra's eyes as he stares me down.

Mithra: "You said you'd do anything I asked, remember?"

Seeing me break out in cold sweat, Mithra slightly relaxes his gaze.

He appears in a good mood, which tells me the celebration is a success.

Mithra: "Do your best to support me with everything you've got, Master Sage."

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The Party's Finale // Card Training Episode

(Hallway) (Rumbling & crashing)

Akira: "W-What is it now?!"

Mithra: "There you are."

Akira: "Mithra…! What's so urgent that you have to tear my wall down?!"

Mithra: "Destroying a wall is easier than summoning the Door of Space. Anyway, come to my room already. I want to sleep now that the dance party's finally over."

Akira: "You mean the one we threw for your birthday yesterday? It was really fun, but I recall it broke off around nighttime…"

Mithra: "Well, the twins had other plans. They forced me to stay up with them, and they just kept going and going. At one point, I couldn't take it anymore and ended up blowing up the venue."

Akira: "I see… I'm surprised you stayed up that long, even if by force."

Mithra: "There was a lot of food left, and some of the dances included attacking and firing at each other as well, so it wasn't that boring."

Akira: "(How did I manage to sleep through all of that… I sure hope the lounge is intact…)"

Mithra: "Can't they behave and stay in that damn painting during the night at least? Their infliction is too forgiving. Soon enough, I was full and tired of watching those two prance around and randomly firing at Bradley and Owen… So now, I need you to hold my hand and put me to sleep. Come on, let's go."

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Mithra: "…Is there anything I want? Not really. If I want something I can take it by force and make it mine. …But since you're asking… I remember you telling me about those 'lullabies' from your world that put people to sleep. Sing one for me. At least on my birthday I want to have a good rest."

#mahoyaku #translation #mithra #mahoutsukai no yakusoku

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Tornado Safety!

When tornado season starts up each year, I usually do a little PSA about how to prepare for bad storms. Since it seems like tornadoes are getting more and more likely outside of Tornado Alley (thank you climate change…), I thought I’d do a little more thorough and less Deep South centered write up to help people new to tornadoes prepare for bad weather.

Please note I’m not a severe weather specialist, nor am I any kind of emergency or crisis assistance professional. This is just wisdom gleaned from three decades living in a place where this stuff was just… normal. You learned about tornado safety in school, and you knew how severe weather worked by watching the news. It’s just part of the culture around here (Here being northern Alabama). But if you’re new to it, or it’s new to you, here’s my primer.

Tornado 101: Tornado season happens in the mid-to-southeastern USA (nicknamed Tornado Alley) twice each year. Broadly speaking, tornado season is from late February to August each year, with another blip in the autumn that’s less severe. (obviously tornadoes are becoming more common outside of this area and “season” is varying more and more. Again… Climate change.) Most tornadoes occur in the late afternoon/early evening, usually after the sun has warmed up the ground and caused the atmosphere to become unstable due to the rapidly changing air temperature. The reason spring is so volatile is because that is the widest temperature change on a day to day basis, plus it rains often which adds to humidity which adds to the instability. This is not to say tornadoes can’t happen any other time of year. It’s just less likely. If you’re interested in a deeper primer, check out the National Severe Storms Laboratory page on the subject HERE! Cool… so you live in Tornado Alley or another place that gets tornadoes (They’ve been seen as far north as Chicago and as far west as California)! What should you do so you don’t get blown away?

Well first of all, don’t freak out. Don’t ever freak out. It’s fine. There’s some prep you should do both in terms of equipment and knowledge, but there’s no need to go full Doomsday Prepper on this. There’s just some basic stuff you should have and know, just like someone in northern Wisconsin should know how to drive on snow and have an engine block heater. Annual Tornado Safety Checkup: Here’s a list of things you should do to prepare ahead of time for a possible tornado or bad storm (tornadoes are bad, but there’s things that cause just as much disruption or damage like straight line winds and hail). And once you get your gear together, you should check that stuff every year. I usually go through mine in March, and then again when the weather starts to turn cold in fall (there’s a lot of overlap of this stuff and winter storm gear in my area so I can double up). Know where your safe place is. This is where you will take cover during a tornado. If you live in a house, locate an interior room on the lowest floor of your home (including your basement). This should be the room with the most walls between you and the outside and no windows if possible. Usually this a bathroom or interior hallway. If you live in an apartment that’s not on the ground floor, or in a trailer or dormitory, find out where the nearest shelter is and make a plan of how to get there. For dorms or apartments sometimes they have an onsite shelter. At work, ask your manager/boss/coworker who’s been there awhile what happens during a tornado. If you work in a non-public facing place like an office, it might take some time to get an answer (and if there’s not an answer, that’s a red flag. You should push to figure that out.) but if you work in some place that the public goes regularly (school, mall, entertainment venue), it might be posted somewhere in the building like the bathroom or a main hallway. For public spaces, when in doubt, go to the bathroom or an interior stairwell/hallway on the first floor. Remember, you want as many walls between you and outside as possible and as few things between you and the ground as possible. Get a weather radio and get extra batteries. This will be a programmable radio that will alert you to severe weather in your area. Walmart and similar stores usually have them. Sometimes news stations will give them away for free, but they aren’t expensive. Seriously… go get one. They’re absolutely vital. And make sure to get one that can run on batteries if the power goes out. I have a pretty sweet one that also has a built in flashlight and functions as a regular radio. You’ll need to program that sucker so it knows what location to give alerts for, but there’s plenty of online tutorials for that or it will come with instructions. And you may be tempted to think that you don’t need one because of internet or cell service. Don’t. It’s a trap. A major rule of severe weather safety is don’t rely on only one piece of hardware/source for information. So don’t just rely on your phone. Don’t rely on the TV. Don’t rely on the internet. Those things can and will go out. But even if the power goes out, the radio stations will fire up the generators and keep broadcasting. During the terrible tornado outbreak here in April of 2011, the power was out for over a week and we -only- had radio. They kept broadcasting though!

Oh, and make sure you swap out the batteries and test that puppy every year. Familiarize yourself with a map of your area. Map reading skills and personal awareness of your location are basic tornado safety skills. Learn what county you’re in. Learn where you are in said county and what counties border you. Learn basic landmarks in your more immediate area, especially to the west as most storms move west to east. These landmarks should be things like major highways/roads, municipal buildings like schools, hospitals, and public buildings, and other major locations of note (parks, major shopping centers, and large well-known churches). And not only will you want to know this stuff visually, but you’ll need to be able to hear it via radio and know where you are and where the storm is. This takes practice, so start working on it now. Find a local weather person you like on a local news channel and start watching their broadcasts. Sometimes you can even find them on YouTube! For example, this is how a weatherperson will explain where a storm is over the radio and which direction it’s headed: This storm is currently outside Warksburg in Warking County and is headed west across Warkwark Road along Interstate 0. If you live near the Warkmart on Warkington St. or in the neighborhood around Our Lady of the Perpetual Warking Church, take shelter immediately. If you live in Warkford Plaza or in the area of the Warkball stadium on Warkford Street, take cover as well since this will be on you in about 10 minutes. I’m always surprised at how many people can’t find themselves on a basic county map. Growing up in Alabama in the 90s, they drilled this stuff into everyone both in the school system and as a public safety project… we even had stickers with county maps for the back of your remote so you could make notes about where you were for when you were watching the radar. Map skills are basic safety in tornado country. Especially if the TV is out and all you have is the radio to listen to for updates. You need to know that stuff when the weather-people are talking about trajectories of storms, so you can know if you need to go hide in your bathroom or if you can go stand on your porch. (kidding. Don’t do that except I’m totally one of those people…) Learn to sling the tornado lingo. Know what a hook echo is and how to spot one on a radar? How about a wall cloud? Know what a super cell is and why it’s dangerous? There’s a whole lexicon of terms about tornadoes and learning them will help you more effectively watch your local weather coverage during severe storms. You should also learn what the different alert levels are and what they mean… but the short version is that a Watch means conditions are favorable for tornadoes (this often gets announced at least a few hours before storms move into the area), and a Warning means that a tornado/funnel has been spotted or has appeared on radar (This will be announced as soon as the rotation is spotted on radar or there’s a physical report on the ground. Likely lasts less than half an hour). Watch means just hang tight, get eyes on your safety gear, and keep an eye on the weather. Warning means there is (or is very likely) a tornado on the ground so if you’re in the path, go hide. A great source for this and other vocabulary is here!

Get a first aid kit. This is basic life safety, really, but it’s also important for tornado safety. If you can, get one of those kits that has some of the outdoorsy survival stuff like rain ponchos, alcohol wipes, emergency shears, and splinter removal. You will also want sunscreen in there (in case the power goes out for a long time and you need to walk somewhere like the grocery store so you don’t waste gas). Check it every year to see what needs replacing. Also make sure it has some basic OTC meds like pain relievers. Buy good flashlights. And don’t forget the batteries. They also make super cool hand-crank flashlights, and my personal favorite are these flashlights that have a charging cradle. You plug them in and they double as a nightlight… and when the power goes out they turn on so you can see to find them. And before you ask, no your cellphone does not count as a flashlight, save to use it to get to your real flashlight. You’ll want to save the charge on your phone for later. Remember that the assumption here is that the power might be out for awhile… possibly more than a day. You will need a real flashlight. More than one preferably. I have one in my kitchen, garage, and my bedside table. Make sure when you get them that you take them out of the plastic prisons so you’re not fumbling with scissors in the dark. Also, it’s not the worst idea to get an electric lantern or two. They can live in your car until you really need them. Test your generators and service them if needed. This is pretty self explanatory. Stockpile prescription meds. If you’re on meds that will be a Bad Time ™ if you go off them, make sure you keep a bit of a stockpile. If you’re on a controlled substance or just generally have issues with this, contact your doctor or pharmacist for assistance/information. This is just good life safety again, but you do not want to get stuck behind washed out roads with no power AND no meds. *** Okay… so you have your stuff. You know your plan and you can find your house on a map. And you hear there’s severe weather coming in a few days. Now what? Well, there’s no reason to go crazy. Odds are good everything will be fine. So to keep myself from going overboard, all my prep goes through two gates: What will I kick myself for not doing if the worst happens? What will I kick myself for doing and not needing it? That tends to keep the desire to over-prepare at bay. Check your annual checks again. Ensure they’re all working and you have back up batteries for your radio, flashlight, etc. Also, make sure all these things are where you can find them in the dark. Bear in mind as you’re prepping that you might be without power and/or internet for awhile… as in days. Get the following items and make sure you can find them in the dark: -Pocket knife/multi-tool. -Rain jacket, -Sturdy, closed toe, shoes and good socks (water proof/resistent if you have them. You might need to pick your way out of your house through debris so pretend you’re going to a construction site). -A bike or construction helmet (put it in your safe place). -Sturdy clothes… like some good jeans, longsleeve shirt etc. Again, pretend you’re going to a construction site. -A good backpack/duffle/small suitcase (no need to pack a bag every time it thunders but just be able to lay a hand on what you’d need if you have to pack in the dark). -An umbrella. -A little cash. (No need to go crazy, but if power, cell service, and internet go down, we’re back to the stone ages… so get enough to grab some groceries and maybe a tank of gas). -Pet carriers if you have animals, and food for them. (In case you need to evacuate) -Candles and ignition sources. (don’t have this be your only light source, but they’re not a bad idea for prolonged outages)

Get gas. Gas up any cars you have the day before severe weather is due to hit. If you have a generator, get gas for it. No need to go hoarding, but you will want a full tank of gas just in case. Best case scenario, nothing happens and future you has one less thing to worry about in the morning on your way to work. Worst case scenario… Future you has one less thing to worry about in a crisis. (We learned this lesson in the 2011 outbreak in Alabama… The power was out for over a week and we had less than half a tank in both our cars and were not sure we could make it to a place with power that also had gas so we were stuck.)

Check your prescription medication stock. Make sure you’d be good for at least a week if the power goes out or you get stuck behind fallen trees or a washed out road. Do laundry. I’m serious. Make sure you have clean clothes and plenty of towels just in case the power goes out and you can’t do laundry for awhile. (also a lesson personally learned in 2011) Charge all your devices. Cellphones, tablets, laptops, power banks and external batteries for your cellphones, and such. Anything like that. Find all your cables and have them in easy reach. Again… future you will thank you for this regardless of if you get blown to Oz. Make sure you have weather apps and alert systems installed on your phone and check for updates. If it’s supposed to storm overnight, turn the ringer on your phone on. Don’t just trust the sirens to warn you. (we learned that lesson a couple of years ago… a software glitch lead to the sirens not going off). Make sure you can lay hands on things you don’t need power to do. If the power goes out for a really long time it can make you a little stir-crazy, so stash some playing cards, a crochet project, a book or anything like that with your emergency supplies. Your bored future self will thank you. I read a lot of books in the week we were without power in 2011 and I taught my husband to play Egyptian Rat Screw.

If you have a propane grill, make sure you have a fresh/extra tank on hand. If you lose power for a long time, you might want to have a cookout to work through anything perishable in your freezer. Make sure you have food on hand that doesn’t require cooking. Granola/protein bars, canned goods, peanut butter, that sort of thing. Also, keep drinking water on hand, just in case. Just a case in the pantry will do. And don’t just feed yourself! Make sure you have food and supplies for any pets you might have. Again… don’t stockpile or go crazy. Just make sure if the power goes out for a couple of days, you’re covered on food… stuff you’d eat anyway. Make sure you can find weather info quickly and from multiple sources. Tune your radio, weather radio, and TV to your local weather station of choice. Bookmark a good local weather source in your web browser and on your phone. *** So you’re all prepped. But now your weather radio is going ballistic! THERE’S A TORNADO WATCH! WAT DO???

Stay calm. Seriously, it’s probably fine and you aren’t going to change the trajectory of the storm by stressing about it. If where you are is not safe (such as a mobile home or you’re out driving) go to the tornado shelter. Do this before the sirens go off or the take cover order is given. You don’t want to be caught driving. Take a change of clothes, your first aid kit, a flashlight, your phone charger, your phone, ID and money, and something to do that won’t drain your cellphone battery. Stay glued to your local weather news. Use everything that’s working… TV, website, and radio. Watch the trajectory and heed any advice from the local weather-people and the National Weather Service. You’re watching for things close to you now. Often the weather people tracking the storms will draw a cone out from areas of concern (not just tornadoes but things like hail as well) and those cones will mark neighborhoods, major landmarks etc. and give ETAs for all those places. This is where all your map reading skills will come in handy. They said to take cover! The sirens are going off! So that means you need to go to your safe spot we mentioned before. Stay calm and get moving. Turn up the TV/computer so you can hear the weather from your safe spot. Bring your pets and family. Bring your flashlight. Bring your first aid kit. Bring your phone and charger. Bring your weather radio. Grab all your pillows or a fluffy duvet to hide under. Put on your helmet if you have one. (This is to help prevent injury from falling debris or broken glass.) And bring something to do. You might be here for a hot minute. Stay in your safe spot until the all clear is given. Be patient. These storms move fast usually, but tornadoes can spin up on the front and backside of a line of storms. Sit tight and wait for the all clear. WHAT IF I’M DRIVING!? If you’re driving and a tornado warning is given for the area, or God forbid you SEE a funnel cloud, stay calm. If there’s a house or building nearby, go bang on the door and beg them to let you inside. I’m serious. If there’s no buildings, go lay flat in a ditch. I’m still serious. Get as low to the ground as you can and cover your head and face with your jacket. You absolutely do not want to be in a car when there’s tornadoes about. They will toss you around like a tin can. Edited to add: Do NOT get under an overpass. This was common wisdom (even I was told this and originally had it in the post) but according to the National Weather Service and FEMA this is not the case. It seems like a good idea because it's a sturdy shelter, but it acts like a wind tunnel. Thank you to @medic-kix for the catch.

*** Aaaannnd that’s that! I’m sure I missed something so feel free to tack on if you’ve got any further advice. Everyone be safe and stay weather aware!

#tornado #tornado safety #tornadoes #storms #storm safety #severe weather #severe weather safety #safety #tornado alley

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Week One, Day Three of Kinktober 2022

Somnophilia: Boku no Hero Academia: Midoriya Izuku

Word Count: 1.3k

Tags: non-con somonophilia, Yandere Deku, obsession, breaking and entering, tit fucking, mentions of stalking, cumshots, slight manga spoilers

Deku was always so interested in you. Maybe it was his ugly habit of hyper fixating on things he liked and wanted to know more about, or maybe it was the even uglier face of obsession that always hid behind his wide smile.

He couldn’t help it, honestly. He thinks that maybe it’s because he was born this way, something done that he couldn’t change, even if he wanted to. But honestly? He’s not sure if he wants to.

You’re just too interesting for him not to obsess over you. Too careless. Too clumsy. You don’t watch your back enough, don’t monitor your surroundings, just careless, an airhead almost. Now, it's not a bad thing—not at all—but it makes you subjected to his curious knowledge of how you could survive in a world without him.

Like now, as he makes his way through your house because of an unlocked window. Yeah, you lived on the eighth floor and didn’t necessarily need to worry about someone breaking in, but what if someone tried it anyway? Good thing he was there, and could lock it for you using Float to peer inside your windows.

Izuku told himself he was only there to lock it, so how did he wind up inside your home? Looking through your kitchen, reminding himself to stock up your fridge before you wake, smiling at your pictures on the walls, stalking quietly down the hallway until he reached your bedroom door? How did he end up here, standing above your bed, admiring how pretty you looked when you slept?

It was a hot night, so your covers were strewn around your half naked body, your shirt hiked up under your breasts, your panties clinging to your skin. Izuku finds himself tracing invisible patterns on your sticky flesh, smiling softly to himself when you shift and frown, head lolling around on the pillows as you grumble quietly to yourself.

“So cute,” he whispers under his breath, finding the courage to gently sit down on the edge of your bed to pet softly at your skin once more. He does this for what feels like hours, tells himself that this is a necessary step to making sure you’re okay, plays doctor in his mind, checks all over your body for anything abnormal or wrong. When he finds nothing, he sighs under his breath, hands slithering up until they rest under your breast once more.

Would he be wrong for touching you like this? He’s overheard you talking about how much you loved him as a hero to your friends and family, so you wouldn’t mind if he touched you a little then, right? It was only fair—he protected you so much without you ever realizing it! Abandoned other duties in other places just to make sure that you got home safely, he did everything for you. The least you could do, if not acknowledge him in the waking world, is let him play with you while you slept and get out all of his frustrations.

So Izuku unzips his hero suit until his leaking cock hangs heavily from its confinements, breathing harsh as he adjusts his position until he kneels above you on the bed. He’s careful of how much weight he’s applying, your old creaky bed wanting to betray his presence above you, but you’re sleeping hard enough that you only grumble again before stilling and quieting.

With a shaking breath, the green haired man slowly lifts your sleeping shirt until it rests against your collarbone, your soft and pretty tits exposed to the muggy air of your bedroom. Izuku has to clench his eyes shut and clamp a tight hand around the base of his cock to keep from spilling all over you at just the sight. He’s seen you before, far away and in glimpses, but never like this. Never so close that he can see your every delicate breath, how soft your skin looks in the moonlit glare casting from your bedroom window, your pretty areola’s, how heavy they might feel in his palm, or even on his tongue.

Izuku huffs as he grabs both of your tits in his hand, stilling when you scrunch your face up before falling neutral again, laying against the bed once more with a sigh. He stays still for a moment longer before he starts moving again, rolling your hard nipples in his palms, groping the fat on your chest, emerald eyes quickly glancing between the show at hand and your face to see if you’re gonna wake up.

Izuku spits down on the valley between your breasts as quietly as he can manage, finally releasing a tit so that he can tug at his cock, spread the wetness on the thick appendage so that the inevitable slide between your tits can feel damn near euphoric.

And it does—it really fuckin’ does. Izuku has to remind himself that he won’t always get an opportunity like this, as he slots his thick dick in between your breasts and starts fucking them slowly with deliberate rolls of his hips. He grunts quietly when you shiver and moan in your sleep, eyebrows screwing up as he sees your hips arch off of the bed from his peripheral.

“You like that, baby?” He grunts to himself under his breath, green lashes fluttering as he watches his brown tip peek from your cleavage with every thrust. He has to be careful to not bump your chin too hard or too many times, lest it feel like someone tapping you awake and you panic at the sight of the pro on top of you.

But it’s hard to stay calm, hard to keep a consistent rhythm when he’s been wanting to touch you since forever. Izuku groans, hunching over you as the fat of your tits hug his shaft, the veins rubbing deliciously against the softness of your skin, the wetness from his precum aiding in his glide until a wet sound starts to slowly emit from the warm room.

“Fuck, you feel so good.” Izuku groans through his teeth, throwing his head back as he starts pumping his hips even faster, holding your tits tight in his hand to keep you from moving too much, to keep the friction against his cock going. He grits his lip as the feeling gets too overwhelming, hips thrusting faster and faster, huffs falling from his mouth as he watches your own face screw up like you’re having your own dream. Maybe you dream of him? Dream of the Number One Hero climbing on top of you and taking you in every position you want? He’d do it, you wouldn’t even have to ask, to beg. He’d gladly fall on his knees and let you do whatever you wanted with his body, he was devoted to you, obsessed with you, in love with you—

Izuku can’t hold back his groan when he finally cums, creaming all over your chest and neck and jaw, a rope even reaching as high as your bottom lip. It’s not much, just enough for him to notice, as Izuku pants above you as he comes down from his high. His hips stutter a few more times, weak spurts painting your skin pretty.

He wants to rub it into your flesh, paint you pretty with his seed, but you’re starting to stir more and he needs to clean you up. So Izuku hops off from on top of you and zips himself back up, darting into your bathroom to get a few wipes to clean your skin off. He presses a gentle kiss to every exposed inch of your skin, smiling when you chuckle softly in your sleep and shift a little.

Izuku looks you over one last time before he dumps the wipe, deciding to leave that little bit still on your lip as a treat for you to find in the morning. Maybe you’ll even come to the police department, where he plans on being in the morning for whatever reason, and file a report about a break in. Maybe you’ll bump into him and ask him for help, assistance, a little security from the Number One. Maybe then you’ll finally realize just how much he loves and cares for you, and maybe you’ll even feel the same way.

#deku treats! 🍬#—new treat in the streets! 🍫#—stocked in the back! 🍫#Yandere deku #cw: stalking #cw: yandere #cw: obsession #crybaby.bkg.kinktober

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A Leap In Magic 1/?

The City of Mu had settled into its Silence decades ago and still it hung in Silence. Its great engines quieted, its protectors asleep in their homes, its civilians carefully taken from the streets. The maren that had once joined in the delight of its existence had long gone away, save for some stragglers who couldn’t let go. The only two dragons who walked the streets and hallways of the once thriving city and plan were the one’s who’d started it in the first place.

Ars walked with his sister down the empty road, the wind ahead of them clearing any loose debris. Before she’d come back to him Ars had long since removed everyone from the streets so their Silence wasn’t quite so much suffering. That they may sleep unending in their homes. Despite being great and powerful Progenitors the magic here, within them, and all around them, was faded as if washed out in the rain.

“It’s a nice day out,” he said, always trying to find the good. As usual Nadalin didn’t speak to him. She hadn’t spoken to him since her return some years ago. He’d tried everything from magic to his own physical abilities but nothing could coax a single word from her. He knew the Silence still gripped her deep within. It would probably be years before she shook it loose. But she did raise her crest at him, to indicate she heard him. That was better than nothing he supposed.

They walked the empty streets and up into the great Central Library of Mu. The largest building in the city, towering over it with it’s great domed top, its grounds scattered with minarets for passing dragons to perch. Mosaics and frescoes detailing the history of the clan covered the walls of the library and inside it was said was a copy of every story ever told.

Or it had been.

With the rising and erratic changes of the Elements, the oldest of dragons crawling out of holes in the history of Sorienth, the library was out of date. No new books had been added since the clan had been Silenced. But Ars still liked to come here. It was something to do amid the Silence. The loneliness. He guided Nadalin in and set her up with a book on a subject he knew she liked. He found his own book and settled nearby. The sound of their breathing and the turning of pages were the only sounds in the library.

“Ars.” His head jerked up at the sound of his name and he looked at his sister. He hadn’t heard his name spoken by another living thing in decades. He jumped to his feet and went over to her.

“What is it, Nadalin?” he asked, crouching by her, his gentle claw on her arm.

She ran her claw across the open page. “Do you remember? When our city flew?” she asked him, her voice like ashes.

“Yes,” he said softly. “I remember,” and he pressed his head against hers. “We went all across the southern part of the world, learning new stories, finding new friends. Do you remember that?” he asked her. She nodded slowly.

For a moment her claws tugged at the paper before relaxing. “I know they’ve all gone Silent. Is our engine dead?”

Ars blinked at her. He hadn’t been down there in any years. The last time he’d been down to the engine and seen Hezen was- was— was when he thought he was alone and he’d told him to take an egg with all the hopes of the city and find somewhere safe for it. He hadn’t wanted to think of it since. He thought that had been his sacrifice. To send the broken spirit and husk of his sister away. But even though he was old there was so much he couldn’t know. Or that the gods themselves wouldn’t just let a Progenitor leave their sacred duty to protect and preserve their clan. It had been a selfish thing to do. He’d wanted to suffer this alone, as he always had suffered alone. The Windsinger didn’t allow it. She’d come back to him.

Hezen had never returned after Ars had sent him away. Or Ars had never seen him. He’d never gone back down into the engine room too check. Too afraid of what he would or wouldn’t find.

“I don’t know,” Ars admitted softly.

“I think I… would like to see,” Nadalin said in her whisper soft voice, her claws starting to crumple and rip the paper on the book, her green eyes wide and staring like Ars was a ghost. Or maybe that she was a ghost.

“Okay,” he said gently. “We’ll go,�� and he helped her up and they left the empty Central Library of Mu.

#flight rising #lore share #fr wildclaw #the city of mu #fr lore share

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sylverwxngs-wp · 5 months

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The Fox and the Dragon

Pairing: Aemond Targaryen x Female!OC

Warnings: 18+, MDNI, degradation kink, choking, vaginal sex, fingering, enemies, hate fucking, CNC if you squint, overstimulation, dominant!aemond, brat!oc, punishment, possessive, they've been wanting this for a while but they'd never admit it, slightly public (they're in the dungeons), face painting (iykyk), handmaiden!oc, slapping, spitting, hair pulling

Word Count: ~5k

Note: this is inspired by my upcoming Aemond fic, 'Blood Sport,' which has been posted on Wattpad and ao3 and will be updated regularly soon! I have changed the OC's name and a few characteristics just so it's not too spoil-y of the actual story/scene, since I won't reach this point in the actual fic for a long time. Just know that this is what this fic is going to be like, so if you're interested, go check it out!! (same username on WP and ao3!!)

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THE DUNGEONS reeked of piss and human waste, the sharpness of the foul scents stinging Aemond's nostrils. He crept through the winding corridors with ease, his footsteps soundless against the damp stones.

Prisoners moaned in agony, their hushed whipers of mercy and compassion falling on deaf ears. Aemond wasn't in the dungeons to pay attention to weeping prisoners. He was searching for her.

For Eyva.

He knew she was down here. He had watched her slink into the darkness, her face concealed with a thin shawl as she descended the winding staircase, a small torch held between her slender fingers.

What reason little Eyva had for visiting the dungeons was beyond Aemond's understanding, but he would soon find out.

He wove through the corridors without a torch, relying on his memories of the layout as he searched for his half-sister's most favored lady-in-waiting. How a lowborn bastard with no family ties and a past shrouded with mystery came to be a princess's lady-in-waiting was utterly baffling.

Of course, Aemond wasn't well versed in the selection process of a lady's handmaidens, but he knew enough to know that a girl like Eyva should have never been chosen. And yet she was.

His brows furrowed as he slipped into the chaos of his thoughts. Eyva was a mystery. She came from nowhere and yet it was as if she was everywhere. Ever since her arrival to the Keep with his sister and nephews, she was always there. Lurking around corners, trailing Aemond down the corridors but disappearing into the darkness when he turned around to confront her.

She was keeping tabs on him. He didn't like to be spied on, but even more so, he didn't like to be beat. She was quick, intelligent, and thus far, she had successfully avoided encountering Aemond.

His eye widened as he came upon a crossroads, the flickering torchlight at the end of the corridor to the right catching his attention and dragging him from his tumultuous thoughts. Eyva’s foosteps were nonexistent, but Aemond knew that it was her.

With a huff, he floated down the corridor, careful to remain as silent as possible as he trailed the bobbing torchlight. He rounded a corner, his breath hitching in his throat when he spotted Eyva peering around a corner, her torch extended far ahead as she inspected whatever was on the other side of the hallway.

Aemond crept forward, his breath caught in his lungs as he got closer and closer. The scent of her parfume flooding Aemond's nostrils. If she was going to slink around the castle and spy on his family, she ought to do so in a more subtle manner.

The floral scent flooded his nostrils as he reached out and curled his hands around her biceps, yanking her away from the corner. His hand clamped around her jaw, muffling her frightened yelp as he slammed her into the wall, both of her wrists trapped beneath one of his hands. The torch tumbled to the ground, casting a garish, flickering shadow over their faces as they glared at each other.

He pinned her wrists to her stomach as she struggled, her gaze filling with a hatred so potent that it darkened her green eyes until they were almost black.

"My, my," Aemond purred, his smirk sharp as he crushed Eyva against the stone, pinning her struggling body to the wall with such ease that he almost laughed. "What have we here?" His head cocked as his eye roved over her features, taking in her changed appearance.

Oh, how she had grown...

"A little vixen slinking in places she ought not to be," he hummed. He let out a slow chuckle when Eyva growled into his hand, though the laugh quickly morphed into a hiss when she widened her jaw and wrapped her teeth around his palm, biting down with as much force as she could muster.

With a curse, Aemond yanked his hand out of her mouth, the hot sensation of tearing flesh ripping up his arm as Eyva attempted to escape. With a growl, he snatched her shoulders and slammed her into the wall again, this time, his hands pinning both of her wrists above her head.

"Let go of me!" she snarled, her voice gnarled and aged.

Aemond eyed his bleeding hand before his gaze shifted to the blood that coated Eyva’s lower lip. "You bit me."

She smirked. "I'll do far worse if you don't unhand me right now, Aemond."

He huffed out a laugh. "Tell me what you're doing and I'll considering releasing you." Eyva’s eyes narrowed as she struggled again, but it was just too easy for Aemond to keep her trapped. "Or perhaps you'd prefer a stay in one of the many cells you were investigating"

Eyva’s cheeks reddened from the effort she was exuding in her attempts to escape. "You wouldn't dare," she hissed, her chin lifting defiantly when Aemond lowered his head. "Princess Rhaenyra wouldn't allow my imprisonment."

Aemond clicked his tongue as he considered Eyva’s words. "True, but my sister cannot always get what she wants." He tightened his grip on her wrists, smirking when she hissed in pain. "Tell me what you're doing and you won't have to visit a cell."

Eyva’s jaw tightened as she glared up at Aemond. She stopped struggling, her chest heaving with breaths, but she did not appear to be willing to share her information with Aemond. Stubborn, he thought to himself as his eye wandered.

She wore typical handmaiden attire, but even with the unflattering red and cream gown, Aemond could still see the subtle curves of her body. His gaze roved across her waist and down her hips, his teeth sinking into his bottom lip as his gaze shifted up and over the swell of her breasts.

"My eyes are up here," she growled, and when Aemond's gaze returned to her face, he was amused to see how red her cheeks had become.

"How you've grown," he purred. "How long has it been, Eyva? Six years?"

She huffed out a breath as Aemond slowly loosened his grip on her wrists, allowing her arms to fall slightly. "I wish it were longer,” she sighed. “I see you haven't changed.” Her jaw tightened as she continued to try and pull her wrists from Aemond's grip. He wasn't stupid. He knew Eyva had absolutely no problem with striking him despite his superior status.

She was fierce and he learned a long time ago to never underestimate a fox. He still felt the ache on the left side of his face when he thought of that night, his eye drifting to the scar that curved around Eyva’s own cheekbone.

"You have,” she exhaled sharply as she met Aemond's gaze, her eyes shifting to his scar. He tried to ignore the way her lips curled in satisfaction, but he couldn't tame the burning anger that twisted his gut.

"Still hiding it, are you?" she mused, her lips tugging into a lazy smile as she leaned closer to his face. "Have you told anyone the truth?" Her voice was breathy, her tone dipping as she brushed the tip of her nose against Aemond's. "Does anyone know that it was a bastard girl who stole your precious eye?"

Aemond cracked the back of his hand across Eyva’s face before he could stop himself. She gasped, her hands rising to cup her cheek, but it wasn't long before she devolved into a fit of hysterical laughter.

Aemond glared at the girl, his cheeks burning hot with indignified rage. "Oh, Aemond," she tutted, her laughs still echoing throughout the corridor, "you ought to get a grip on that temper. It is not comely for a prince to strike a lady."

“You are not a lady,” he hissed as he leered in her face, earning a delighted grin from Eyva. What an insufferable brat. He flexed the hand he had struck her with and made the mistake of looking away, his jaw cinching as Eyva continued to taunt him. But admist her teasing, she broke out into a run, startling Aemond as she suddenly darted down the hallway. He didn't hesitate to launch himself after her, and though she was swift, Aemond had the advantage.

He reached her within a few seconds, his hands digging into her shoulders as he slammed her chest into the wall, pinning her to the damp stone with ease. “Not so fast, lanty,” he hissed into her ear as he pressed his body against hers, trapping her wriggling body.

Evya snarled she uttered a string of foul curses that surprised even Aemond, but after a moment, she suddenly stilled. Aemond kept his hands wrapped firmly around her wrists, pinning them to her lower back as he cautiously watched the side of her face. Her chest rose and fell with laboured breaths, but she said nothing.

And then she ground her rear against Aemond.

He jerked in surprise, his grip slackening just slightly, but not enough for Eyva to break free. He thought, perhaps, that it was an accident, until she did it again. But this time, harder.

He grunted, his jaw tightening as she rolled her hips, her rear grinding deliciously against his groin. "Stop that," he breathed, his brows furrowing in confusion. Eyva turned her head, her cheek resting against the stone as she peered at Aemond out of the corner of her eye.

She didn't say anything, she only rolled her hips. With each grind, Aemond's cock twitched, a fire igniting in his abdomen. Her rear was so perfectly rounded, her flesh moulding against Aemond's groin as if she were made for him.

He let out a sharp breath when she pressed against him even harder, his cock straining against the confines of his leather trousers. "What are you doing, Eyva?"

She smirked. "Nothing," she mused with a rather innocuous tone, her eye wide with innocence.

She ground again, and this time, Aemond pressed into her, his cock digging into her soft flesh as he pressed her hips against the stone. "Careful," he whispered into her ear, his lips dragging along the curve of her cartilage. "You don't know what you're doing, Eyva."

She said nothing for a moment, as if she was contemplating Aemond’s words. Slowly, she slid her tongue across her lips, her pupils dilating as she stared at the floor. "Don't I?"

His eye fluttered shut as she rolled her arse against him, a wave of pleasure rolling through his body. Aemond dared to release one of Eyva’s wrists, his hand snaking around her abdomen and in between her thighs, seemingly to her surprise, as she sucked in a sharp breath when he curled his fingers against her cunt.

Even through the fabric of her dress, Aemond could feel how hot she was. "Do not tempt me, fox. I am not like the dear princes you serve, so chivalrous and proper." He slid his lips along the curve of her neck as he inhaled deeply, her scent flooding his nostrils and imprinting itself on his brain.

Eyva gulped as Aemond curled his fist in the fabric of her dress and began pulling it up. "Maybe I don't want chivlary and propriety," she breathed. Aemond froze, his eye opening. He wasn't even pinning Eyva down anymore, but she wasn't trying to run.

He pressed a kiss into her shoulder as he continued to bunch up her dress, revealing more and more of her slender legs with each curl of his fingers. "Is this why you're down here?" he murmured as he slid his hand around the curve of her thigh, his fingers digging into her soft flesh. "To lure me into a dark, private place?”

Eyva huffed out a laugh that quickly turned into a gasp when Aemond teased his finger at her cunt. He almost groaned when he felt how wet she was. She didn't say a word as Aemond slid his finger into her, sliding along her wetness until he found that spot that nearly brought Eyva to her knees.

Her legs opened further as he pressed his finger into her clit, his teeth sinking into her shoulder as he began to teasingly slide his finger back and forth. She trembled, her eyes fluttering shut as she pressed her forehead to the stone. Aemond was holding onto her hip now, his cock still pressed firmly against her rear as he lazily stroked her clit.

"Is this what you wanted, lanty? Hmm?" His chest rumbled with his hum. "Do you want me to fuck you against this wall?" He pressed harder against her clit, earning a whimper from Eyva before he resumed his lazy circling. When she didn't respond, his finger stilled. "I asked you a question, Eyva."

Her eyes cracked open, her lips parting as if to speak, but when she met his gaze, she smirked instead. Aemond's eye narrowed, his smile morphing into a frown. "Such a brat," he breathed as he withdrew his hand from her cunt, his middle finger glistening. "You don't deserve my cock."

Eyva held eye contact as she rolled her hips against his, her hands fisting in her dress as she straightened her back until it was flush with Aemond's chest. "And are you worthy of my cunt?" she breathed with another grind, her head falling onto Aemond's shoulder as she pleasured him with nothing but the curve of her arse. "Do you think that I'd ever give you what you want?"

Aemond curled his hands around her waist as he shoved her back into the wall, eliciting a gasp from her. "Do you think you have a choice?"

Eyva’s eyes met his, her lips parting as Aemond gently massaged her rear. Something glimmered in her eyes as she held his stare, her throat bobbing with a heavy swallow. He was not toying with Evya. He was not going to let her leave this dungeon until he had his way with her.

"I suppose you want me to beg for it?" she mused as she slowly turned around in his grip, her hands still bunched in her gown. Aemond stepped forward until he had her trapped between his outstretched arms.

"You know me so well," he purred with a gentle brush of his lips across her scarred cheek.

Eyva smiled and something flipped in Aemond's stomach. "I will never beg before you, Aemond."

His hands found the curve of her neck as he closed the gap between their bodies, his lips hovering just inches away from hers. "You will," he hummed. Eyva stifled a gasp when Aemond crashed his lips onto hers, his hands curling around the back of her neck as he pulled her closer and closer.

It took only a moment for the shock to wear off and for Eyva’s hands to begin wandering around his body, her lips parting for his as he swiped his tongue into her mouth. She was so eager, her body pressed tightly against his as she slipped her hands beneath his tunic and raked her nails down his back.

He broke the kiss with a hiss, his teeth bared as Eyva grinned up at him through hooded eyes, her pink lips glistening with their shared saliva. She wanted this, he realized as he stared down at her. Her pupils were so vastly dilated that their darkness swallowed the emerald color of her irises, and when his muscles tensed to pull away, her fingers curled into his flesh, pulling him back against her body.

She would never admit it, and neither would Aemond, but they both wanted this. No- they needed it.

Aemond crashed his lips back onto Eyva’s, her taste filling his mouth as he roughly yanked her dress around her waist, his fingers sliding across her wet cunt. She moaned into his mouth, her fingers fervently loosening his trousers.

It wasn't long before his cock was freed and he had Eyva’s left leg lifted, her thigh pressed against the wall as he lined up with her entrance. He didn't dare break the kiss as he slowly pushed in, his entire body shivering as hot pleasure coursed through his veins.

She whimpered as he stretched her wide, his teeth sinking into her bottom lip. "So tight," he grunted against her lips, his eye screwed shut. Eyva whimpered in response, her head falling against the stone wall as Aemond continued to push in, his teeth bared. He stopped when he was about halfway in, his eye cracking open.

He drank in the sight before him: Eyva’s legs spread wide for him, her cunt wrapped tightly around him, her lips parted as she braced herself against the wall. After a moment, her eyes opened and her full lips tugged into a pout.

As much as Aemond to see her beg, he couldn't take it any longer. With a grunt, he slammed into her, his cock sliding deep as his hips snapped against hers. Eyva yelped, her hands grasping Aemond's shoulders for support, her leg quivering.

"F-Fuck you," she grunted, her teeth bared as she adjusted to Aemond's size. He smirked as he slowly pulled out and rammed back into her, eliciting yet another yelp from her lips.

"With pleasure, darling."

He didn't give Eyva the chance to respond. He began driving his hips into hers, filling her so perfectly with each harsh thrust that she didn't know what to say or do. Her eyes rolled into the back of her head as Aemond snapped his hips into her over and over and over again, the sound of skin slapping skin bouncing off the walls around them.

"O-Oh, fuck," Eyva breathed, her jaw hanging open as she struggled to maintain her balance. Aemond was practically holding her up, his muscles straining as he kept her perfectly positioned for him.

She looked so delicious, spread so wide for him...

"You like that?" he breathed as he nipped at her lower lip, his nails digging into the flesh of her thigh and hip. Eyva offered a meager nod, earning a harsher bite from Aemond. "I asked you a question," he growled, the force of his thrusts increasing as Eyva glared at him.

"F-Fuck yo-ou," she repeated, her voice catching in her throat so many times that it took almost a full minute for her to utter the curse.

Aemond huffed in irritation, sweat beading along his brow. With a grunt, he hooked his finger into the neckline of her dress and yanked, pulling it down just enough for her breasts to spill from their enclosure.

Hot pleasure coursed through his veins as he took in the sight of her breasts bouncing with each harsh thrust into her needy little cunt. "So stubborn," he grunted, his other hand rising to pinch her hardened nipples.

Eyva gasped, her grip on his shoulders tightening as Aemond continued to abuse her sensitive nipples with flicks and twists until they began to glow a soft red and tears brimmed in Eyva’s eyes. Aemond slowed his thrusts when he felt the way her walls began to tighten around him, pushing deep into her with an achingly slow deliberation. "Do you like this?" he repeated, his voice a mere rasp in his throat. Eyva’s jaw slackened as Aemond slid into her again, his own body trembling from the pleasure.

"I bet you do," he whispered as he pressed a wet kiss to her jawline. "I bet you like to be fucked in dark corridors like the whore you are."

Eyva grunted as she shoved Aemond away. His cock quickly slipped out of her and she just barely caught herself on wobbly legs as he stumbled back, his brows raised in surprise. "I am not a whore," she snarled, much to Aemond's amusement.

He grabbed her by the waist and flipped her around, his cock sliding back into her throbbing cunt with ease. "No?" he mused as he thrust into her, one hand holding onto the curve of her waist, the other wrapped around her full breast. Eyva tried to hide it, but Aemond heard her little moan when he rammed into her again. "You certainly aren't a lady, are you?" He thrusted again, eliciting a pathetic moan from her lips. "A lady wouldn't take my cock like this...so needy, so wet."

He slid into her slowly, his eye fluttering shut as he threw his head back with a groan.

"And what of you?" she panted between breaths, her hips rocking back against Aemond's, much to his surprise. He stilled, his eye cracking open to peer curiously at Eyva as she began fucking him herself.

"Here you are, the proper, dutiful prince, your cock buried in a girl you claim to loathe." Her neck rolled back as she bounced against him, her arse rippling with each bounce. Aemond's lips parted as Eyva began toying with her breasts, her eyes locked on Aemond's, one hand planted against the wall for support as she continued to fuck him. "You're fucking the very girl who permanently disf-"

He snatched Eyva’s throat, silencing her mid taunt, a wave of rage ripping through his chest. "Easy," he warned, his tongue swiping across his lower lip. Eyva didn't seem threatened by his anger. Rather, she seemed excited, and with a frown, Aemond realized what she was doing.

She was goading him. Taunting him so that he would fuck her exactly how she wanted to be fucked. His eye widened. He was being used.

Clever girl, he thought to himself as he tightened his grip on her throat, pulling her back until her shoulders touched his chest. Just this once he would give in to her antics.

He began snapping his hips into hers with enough force that even he could hardly breathe. Eyva’s mouth opened in a wide 'o', her breathing ragged as Aemond choked her. He grunted as he gathered a wad of saliva in his mouth, Eyva’s eyes widening as Aemond spat directly into her mouth.

He almost came on the spot when she rolled it around her tongue and swallowed, her gaze never leaving his.

He would not cum first. He would absolutely ravage her body until she couldn't take it anymore, and only then would he cum. He forced the image of his seed splattered across Eyva’s eager face out of his mind as he let go of her throat and hooked his fingers into her mouth.

"Gods," he groaned, his other hand digging into her hip as he drove into her. "Such a pretty sight." His voice was nothing but a rasp as he reached around her abdomen and pressed his finger to her clit. Eyva’s entire body jerked as a ragged moan ripped through her throat.

"Yes," she whined, her nails raking down the stone wall as Aemond began to mercilessly roll his finger across her clit, matching the speed of his wild thrusts. "Fuck-gods-yes!"

It was as if she couldn't decide what she wanted to say. Her words tumbled from her lips with increased fervor. Aemond, spurred by the moans that were now rolling unashamedly from Eyva’s lips, reached up and yanked the bonnet from her head, desiring to curl his fingers in her locks and yank her head back so that he could see the look on her face as he fucked her raw.

He stared at the sea of her long black hair, his fist balling in her beautiful curls. With a decisive yank, Evya’s head was thrown back, her eyes rolling into the back of her skull as Aemond drove into her over and over again.

Her walls tightened deliciously around his cock, her moans coming in short pants as her knees trembled and buckled. She was close, but Aemond was not quite finished with her yet. He stopped, his cock buried deep in her quivering cunt. Evya’s eyes flew up, her full lips tugging into a pout as Aemond slowly eased his grip on her hair.

"Do you want to cum?" he braethed as he slowly pulled out and pushed back into her, his lips tugging into a smirk when she trembled. Eyva choked on a moan, but she said nothing. Aemond’s eye was drawn to the way her hand began to sneak between her legs. He snatched her wrist before she could touch herself, twisting her arm behind her back as he slowly thrusted into her again. "Answer me, little fox. You know I can give you what you want."

Evya whimpered, her jaw tightening as Aemond continued to tease her. She remained silent for a moment longer, her desire to remain a stubborn little brat almost outweighing her desire to experience the pleasure she knew Aemond was capable of bestowing upon her.

His gaze darted back to her hair as she finally cracked. "Yes," she breathed.

Aemond's finger stilled inside of her. "Yes, what?"

Eyva opened her eyes, her humiliation at finally being worn down evident in her gaze, but even then, she relented. "Yes, please, Aemond. P-Please let me cum."

He needed to hear nothing more. With a pleased sigh, he flipped her around again, his cock sliding into her cunt with enough force to make her cry out as he wrapped her silver and black locks around his fist and yanked.

Eyva cursed, but her words quickly gave way to utter nonsense as Aemond began fucking her at an absolutely relentless pace. Aemond never wanted this to end... He wanted to see Eyva sprawled out on every surface of the castle, her needy little cunt wrapped around his cock as he fucked her in a way only he could.

"Fucking whore," he growled, his hand coming down hard on Eyva’s arse, his fingers digging into her reddened flesh as he watched himself pummel her. He slid in and out so easily. She was practically dripping for him. "Godsdamn slut." He spat on her rear before he slapped her again, the sound of her moans driving him closer and closer to the edge.

"Beg for it," he snarled as he reached for her breast again, his fingers roughly pinching her peaked nipple. Eyva cried out, hot tears rolling down her cheeks as she wept with pleasure. Aemond slapped her tit, the force of it causing her to jerk in pain. "I said beg for it, you lying whore."

Eyva twitched violently as she began mumbling incoherent nonsense, but the moment Aemond slapped her rear for the third time, she finally obeyed. "Please!" she cried with a rough sob, her hands bracing herself on the wall. "P-Please let me cum, Aemond, gods, I c-can't t-take it any-anymore!"

Aemond was rapidly nearing the edge himself, but he needed to hear one thing before he tumbled over it. "Admit it," he panted.

Eyva whimpered. She knew exactly what he wanted to hear and there was absolutely nothing she could do but give it to him.

Her voice was small and wobbly as she finally uttered the truth. "Y-Yes,” she breathed. "I-I knew that you-that you were watching me.” Her voice was shrill, her tits bouncing beautifully as Aemond mercilessly rammed into her. “I kn-I knew that you’d-fuck!" Aemond slapped her arse again, prompting her to continue. "I knew that you’d follow me and, gods, yes, I wanted to fuck you!"

Aemond grinned, satisfaction filling his chest with warmth. “I wanted to fuck you the moment I stepped out of the carriage and saw you in the courtyard.”

“Good girl,” he praised as he slid his hand around her thigh and pressed his finger to her clit. “That wasn’t so hard, was it?” Evya looked like she wanted to curse at Aemond, but he began to rapidly circle his finger around her clit before she could. It wasn't long before the sheer overstimulation climaxed into an orgasm. Eyva screamed, her cunt spasming so ferociously that Aemond had to rip out of her before he spilled his seed into her womb. She collapsed onto her hands and knees and the moment Aemond saw the way her cunt was spasming, he came.

He dropped onto his knees, his fists curling in Eyva’s hair as he yanked her head back and came onto her face. She gasped, her eyes rolled far into the back of her head as her orgasm continued, her moans so unashamedly loud that Aemond had no choice but to join her.

The chorus of their moans echoed in the corridor as Aemond rapidly pumped his hand up and down his cock, spilling every last bit of his cum directly onto Eyva’s face. Her mouth opened, catching his seed in her mouth as she slowly came down from her high.

He had never fucked anyone so relentlessly before. Every muscle in his body burned, his joints aching as he collapsed. His throat was burning as he stared at Eyva, who was slumped on the ground, her hair spilled around her head.

With a trembling hand, Aemond reached out and curled a lock of her inky hair around his finger. "I-I never thought I'd say this," he rasped as Eyva rolled onto her back to peer up at him, her face still painted with his sticky seed, "but gods y-you are amazing."

Satisfaction swam Eyva’s green eyes. Lazily, she swiped his seed onto her thumb and sucked it into her mouth, her eyes never leaving Aemond's face as she savored his taste. If he wasn't so worn out, he would have climbed onto her and taken her right then and there.

All she offered in response to his comment was a cocky, "I know."

Aemond couldn't even say anything in response. He wanted to know more about her hair, about the mystery of her silver locks, but he simply did not have the energy to press right now. He needed a bath and a long, long night's rest. And so, it seemed, did Eyva.

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