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ajortga · 1 month

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for i can't help falling in love with you

pairing: vada cavell x fem reader

summary: not only are you new and in almost all of vada's classes, but the more you get to know each other, the more you hang out. she starts to think maybe your friendship is more than what she thought it was, she's feeling something she knows that you shouldn't feel for a friend.

word count: 10.1k+

a/n: this is the longest fic i've ever written, this is fluffy and sweet, spent way too long on it but nonetheless, not regretful!

based off a request! this is for my vada <3ers

R transfers, V sees her almost all the time and eventually starts falling for R, V then embarrassingly asks R out for dinner! Just plainly puppy love, literally not much but I find these types of tropes sooo comforting, u can change some up a bit!!

It’s loud, bustling, chaotic every single day in the cafeteria.

As soon as the bell rings around the hallways and into the classrooms for lunch break, everyone slams into each other and sprints to the front of the lunch line. Vada even remembers while she walked with Nick some boy tripped in thin air and fell to the floor. She couldn’t help but laugh a little. That was until Nick and her found out he had to get stitches to repair his nose.

She laughed even harder, she couldn’t help it.

Vada slurped her slushy as she kicked her feet, talking with Nick who was drinking an iced latte.

“In a sense, slurpees are better than coffee. You don’t have to immediately shit diarrhea as soon as you plop on the toilet.”

He agrees, rolling his eyes, “Yeah but who would want slushies every day? They stain your mouth.”

“Well would you rather have a temporary colorful tongue that can be seen as cool, or stay in the bathroom while crying for help?”

It seems like as soon as she said it, Nick gagged as he held his stomach.

“You have 30 seconds before you're going to shit your pants,” she states, looking at him up and down. He wasn’t moving.

“Nick, go!” Vada yelled as she choked on a small giggle, watching Nick run to the bathroom holding his pants up to his sides.

As the baggy clothed brunette watched her best friend race to the bathroom, she clicked her tongue and shook her head. Vada slurped on her red slushy.

She was waiting for Nick until she noticed someone with a jacket wrapped around a tank top with her headphones on and book in one hand. You. She’s never seen you before and it was almost certain she’s seen everyone at least once before to know their name. She was bored, so she just watched.

You were folding a gum wrapper into a heart while you followed Mia into the girls restroom. Mia was always the one to give student tours when she could. You must’ve been new. But then you came back out without your jacket, holding it in the other hand as she saw Mia’s slushie spilled all over your jacket. She could almost hear how she was apologizing over and over again and you smiled it off, showing her how it was okay and you could clean up when you got home.

Then she took you back to her friend group, seeing the way your hair went side to side as you walked. Before she could watch you even more, Nick called out her name.

“I just took the biggest shit of my li- what are you looking at?”

She hears him but doesn’t turn his way,still looking a little, “Just someone who I think is new. Mia is giving her a tour.”

Nick said a small “ohhh..” in response, “Well what’s so exciting about that?”

“Mia accidentally spilled the slushie we bought this morning on her jacket by accident.”

“That’s so not cool, she must be cold having to take that off, was she mad?”

“No, she just brushed it off, smiled in a somewhat assuring way, and gave Mia the gum wrapper she folded before Mia took her back to her friend group.”

“Ooh. She’s patient then.”

“Yeah.”

After lunch passed, Vada realized you were in almost all her periods, well only the ones she attended. Sometimes she was late from Amelia hogging the bus. You kept to yourself, gave shy smiles as the teachers introduced you.

But as the next day rose she was back at school again.

Her favorite class was her film class, it was like a free period and she got to touch cameras and watch movies at least twice a week.

She sits in the corner of the room, she likes the way she can look out the window and see the sight of the sky while also seeing her own reflection.

FIlm class is oddly comforting, music always plays before the period begins. She places her phone on top of her desk.

So for the third time that day, she sees you walk through, with your backpack hung over one shoulder and the other with a book. She wants to feel surprised, almost strange how you end up in her class, but instead she almost feels a sense of gratefulness.

She doesn’t want to stare. But her eyes betray her, because in one second her eyes are on you. New students weren’t regular, well in her core classes, sure. But film? Almost never. She watches the way you wait by the teacher’s desk, waiting, unsure, not knowing if you should tap her shoulder or just wait until she notices you. Usually, Vada and Mia would sit together, but sometimes on bad days, they would have to move from talking and laughing too much. So they stuck to sitting diagonally and passing notes in the back of the classroom. Finally, the teacher notices you and the smile she gives you is almost too happy as she rubs your shoulder and stands up.

“Alright everyone,” she quiets down her music, “..usually during film I’d let the music keep rolling, but just for today I’d like you to greet our new student who just transferred here. Her name is Y/N.”

People around the class say awkward hi’s, random waves, some of the girls stare at you and awe, and even some of the well-known guys look at you, eyebrows raised and Vada can almost feel their want for you.

It makes her roll her eyes in disgust.

You do an awkward wave, wanting to shrink into the floor, a smile tugged at your lips.

“Okay sweetheart, there aren’t many options for seating since this class is more compacted than my others. But you can sit next to Vada.” Ms. Valentina points at Vada, “She’s the one in the very back, the open seat behind Mia.”

Your eyes almost light up when you notice Mia’s in your class, giving a small nod and trying to squish into the back.

Mia waves at you, shaking your shoulders to show her excitement as you sit down. Vada can almost smell the sweetness of your shampoo when you sit. It smells like ripe strawberries with the fulfilling scent of roasted marshmallows. She wants to sniff your hair, but you’re already pulling out your notebook from your backpack.

“Hey girl!” Mia whispers, turning around to face you as you smile.

“Hey slurpee stainer,” you joke, your voice is soft, airy, melodic. Not like anything Vada’s ever heard. Sure she’s heard many voices, but yours sounded like a lullaby to shush a baby to sleep if you wanted to.

Mia giggles, slapping your arm, “I said I’m sorryyyy. I’d say I’d take you shopping on the weekends! Don’t use that against me,” she scolds, and that makes you laugh, you cup your mouth to contain the giggles and Vada can hear an adorable squeak come out from it.

“I know, don’t be sorry, I was just joking, I’ll just wash it when I get home,” you whisper.

Before you two could talk again the teacher spoke, “Okay guys, it was a long day yesterday and I was planning on printing out some papers for assignments two days prior, but our school printer broke and the ink on mine is hanging on for dear life.” She pauses, everyone didn’t know where she was going with this, “So I’m just going to roll a movie, you guys can choose but I really don’t have much. You can talk, keep it low and hey, if you’re sitting around Y/N, lighten up the mood and get to know her.”

There were random okays and suggestions. As Ms. Valentina kept reading aloud the names, it was almost certain that Shrek was going to be chosen. For the third time this month. Until she spoke out a new suggestion, and everyone chose La La Land instead.

As she played the movie off the projector, Mia scooted to you.

“Okay, so no pressure, buttt my dad's gone today and I know you said you didn’t have homework. If you don’t want to, it's completely understandable, but me and Vada,” she gestures to the brunette sitting next to you, with her hands clasped together and looking at you with interest, “We sometimes go on pool runs or just drive to the nearest seven eleven. Honestly, it’s whatever. But if you wanna hang, I can give you a ride back home, let you drop off your stuff, and we can get to know each other more at mine. What are you thinking?”

Your lips tug into a thoughtful grin, telling Mia she doesn’t have to because she accidentally spilled her drink on you. But Vada kept staring at you. The blonde glanced at her, she saw her basically staring at your side profile, then back at you before giving her a light leg nudge that you didn’t notice.

“No no! Don’t feel pressured, just know that” Mia breathes and pats your forearm reassuringly, “..that I think we should hang out more, kay? You don’t know how many people don’t get mad when someone spills something on them. At least you’re someone who's patient as hell.” She makes you laugh as you think again.

“Okay, I’d love that,” you respond, simply.

“Then it’s set! Just meet us at that broccoli lookin’ tree, kay?”

As soon as the bell roars and everyone starts opening the gates like it’s the ones they’ll see in heaven, you squish into the crowd of people and look for this broccoli looking tree Mia was referring to. It didn’t take you long.

The only broccoli looking tree was the only tree that was stranded from all the poofy and leafy looking trees, and you could see her with the other brunette that you sat next to in class. You think her name was Vada. You didn’t want to ask, if you did and Vada wasn’t her name, you might as well crawl into a hole.

Mia immediately greets you.

Vada kicks at dirt beneath her, smiling a little foolishly, she realizes when she thinks how silly she might look to you. Her silly smile slightly fades to a more soft one to try and not seem weird. Instead you feel like she might feel uncomfortable with you, maybe she’s closed to people she meets at first. You hope that it doesn’t stay that way

“Get in!” The blonde smiles, and you swerve into the backseat as you drive off to the nearest seven eleven.

Mia’s car smells like flowers, you almost feel a little carsick from the leather and floral scent mixed together. You smell something else though, sweet plum and fluffy musk. You think it’s Vada, you can almost smell her shampoo from here.

It’s a little quiet, Mia talks to Vada, you try not to disrupt so you pretend you're looking at the window staring at literally nothing. It’s like the blue-eyed girl can see the way you try to keep to yourself and don’t want to be involved when you don’t think you should. So she bumps the music up.

Vada wants to talk to you. She can feel this urge for her heart to make her mouth open and speak. But for some reason she feels nervous. It’s weird, she’s usually open and starts off with teasing. Why can’t she speak now? Maybe it’s because.. Vada doesn’t even have a reason to know, she just doesn’t know.

“Dude, how is there traffic already to go to a fucking seven-eleven? We literally just left school.” Mia murmurs, tapping her shoes to the music.

Vada turns around, to look at the cars behind her, maybe to check how many are behind her.

That’s what Mia thought, but Vada wondered what you were doing. She's never met someone that tries to be considerate, to be polite and not wanting to interrupt anyone at any time

She notices the way you take the opportunity of the slightly opened window to take a breath of fresh air and let that small crack to let the small breeze blow through your hair. She sees the way you twirl your necklace up and down, side to side, then spin it around your fingers. She notices how you don’t notice her, so you don’t look at her, you look at the sky, the small baby cows, the cars.

It’s like a pencil is engraving into her mind to write all the details she sees. But she doesn’t know why.

Your figure slightly leans into the window, closing your eyes to rest. Maybe you’re thinking about Mia and what a good friend she is. Maybe you’re thinking about wanting to get to know her, Vada. Maybe you’re thinking of how long it’ll take for you to blend in into this place. Maybe you’re thinking how your place didn’t have many cows everywhere. Maybe you lived in the snowy mountains, or the coastal shorelines where you could take a dip in cool water every summer morning.

She sees your eyes flutter as the car slowly stops. Her body tenses and turns back to the front, you’re already at seven-eleven.

“It’s honestly kind of warm outside, I can turn on the AC on this thing if you don’t wanna go,” Mia says, finally turning around to look at you rubbing your eyes.

“No, no, it’s ‘kay, I’ll come, gotta exercise these legs anyway.” You say, opening her door and following suite with Mia and Vada. The small concreted rocks crunching beneath your shoes.

Mia obviously wants to check out the candy section, but Vada wants another slushy.

“Hold up, I think they have the candy they didn’t have when I checked the other time. Vadaaa you can just roam with Y/N. I’m not sure if you guys had seven-eleven where you lived.” She peeks into the candy section and with a spin of a corner she’s gone.

Vada stands there, awkwardly. She feels like if anything, you should be the one standing there like that. You stand there, looking at the slushies. Cola, blue raspberry, cherry, mountain dew, honestly you didn’t know if you should get one.

“Do you want to get one?” Vada asks, the first time you really heard her speak.

Your ears perk, turning to face her, “I’m not really a slushy person,” you speak softly, “I’m a little thirsty though.”

Vada smiles at that, “I like the cherry flavor and blue raspberry, but you gotta swirl it a certain way for it to taste the way I really like it, y’know?” She speaks, you nod, noticing her baggy basketball shorts and oversized shirt.

She walks closer, she can smell the same sweetness of your scent. Strawberries and roasted marshmallows. Your scent is oddly comforting, a scent where anyone would hug you longer and never let you go to smell it forever.

She stops before you can process anything, slightly backing away and focusing on the slushy dispenser.

“Okay. So like, I know you’re probably not supposed to do this but I just put my index and middle finger under the dispenser and,” she stops, looking at you, “make sure you wash your hands though,” she laughs. “But if you don’t know what flavor, just lick it off your fingers.”

Vada can almost sense you suppressing your laughter, “Seriously! I don’t give two shits about those security cameras. Honestly we go here so often we could get a free slushy and not pay.” She places her fingers under the dispenser of the cherry blast and presses the button, stopping it and licking it off her fingers.

It’s like she’s teaching you. She likes the way you’re interested and really looks like you want to learn.

“Do you want to try?” The slightly shorter brunette asks, her voice trying not to seem pressuring at all.

You think, looking at her fingers as she wipes it with a random brown napkin and throwing it away in the trash, “Okay,” your smooth voice responds before approaching beside her.

You use your index finger and place it under the blue raspberry one.

“This one?” Vada questions, when you nod she presses softly on the dispense button.

Your giggle from the icy cold makes her feel like the happiness she feels when she makes a small child laugh.

Vada turns to look at you and smiles, taking off her hand off the dispense button and watching you lick your fingers. (they were clean I promise)

“I like this one,” you say, making a small eye contact glance with her.

“Do you want it? I can pay.”

“It’s okay, I’ll see what’s at Mia’s home, I seriously don’t think I can finish the small one alone!”

Vada gets to know you more the more Mia invites you. She notices the way you open up, instead of trying to politely look out the window so you don’t disrupt conversations that you aren’t sure what their about, the car is lively,

Loud.

The music is always turned down now, giggles are filled, sometimes there are jokes about classes, teachers, people, the past.

Sometimes there are questions, family, hobbies.

Vada learns you have two siblings, a much younger and much older one, older brother, younger sister.

You like to read and write, play the guitar, bake, you love going on sunsetty and late night drives, it makes her interested in that part.

When you told her, a part of her wanted to tell you, ‘I like late night drives too.’ Maybe she’ll drive you around the freeway on a summer weekend in the future.

She likes the way you include her, how you always include people to make sure they never feel lonely.

She begins to notice the way your smiles aren’t shy anymore, they’re genuine. She can feel the way you’re opening up to her, from the way you look at her in a way she doesn’t remember. You look at her like she feels like she’s the only girl you’re looking at. She sees how your eyes soften in your irises the more you listen to her speak.

Vada never thought she’d experience jealousy for the first time in her life.

Sure she’s felt it before, when her fists clench when she had gotten second place when she was younger. It was like an ember. But this time, it was much stronger.

It was during some school event her high school came up with, couples day or what not.

You sat next to Vada and Nick during lunch, Mia with her friend group usually at this time. You were huddled up to Vada, munching on some chips with your hair up.

“Omph, I think jazz is better than rock honestly,” you say, muffled with chips in your mouth.

“Mmm, reasonable.”

After taking a long refreshing sip of water, you and Vada stand up.

“Nick, me and Y/N are gonna meet up Mia in the hallway, ‘kay? See you weirdo,” Vada walks along with you as you two laugh with each other over random gossip.

As you see Mia in the distance, wanting to wave her over, your friend Liam grabs you by the waist, his hands gentle, flowers in his hand.

You almost jump. You met Liam around the first week of school, he was sweet, gentle-man like. He offered to study with you in the library after school.

“Y/N, hey,” he says, his voice like syrup. Too sweet for your liking, “Sorry for pulling you away. I just wanted to tell you something.”

You saw how Vada stood on the side, awkwardly, not to mention how she was glaring at Liam.

You turn back to the curled hair blonde in front of you, “That’s ‘kay, what is it?”

Liam hands you the flowers he was holding, leaving you, almost confused, your face heating up.

“Look, I know I didn’t know you for long, but you’re sweet, you know? No one ever has to talk bad about you and to be in this school as a person like that is rare. I kind of, you know, like you. You’re pretty, really smart, and have a personality of gold. I know you don’t really like me, but I’d like to know what you think.”

You stare at the flowers held in your hands, your hands feel clammy.

“Liam.. This is really sweet. I appreciate.. You know, you thinking of me in that silver lighting. It honestly, in a sense, makes me feel proud. Thanks. I, I think I need some time, I never thought of you as the kind of person I’d be in a relationship with. But maybe with time if we get to know each other.. You know.. Gosh I’m sorry.” Your voice trails off, a tight smile on your lips, seeing the way Liam nodded immediately in understanding. You felt bad. Rejecting the sweetest boy you ever knew in this school, you just never saw him as something more than a brother.

“Don’t be sorry Y/N, that’s okay, I know what you mean, I just wanted to tell you before it got out of hand, but hey, now that I told you, as long as we stay friends that’s okay. That won’t change any friendship right?”

“I promise,” you assure, smiling a little.

Liam nods again, flowers in your hand as he gives your shoulder a gentle squeeze and leans in to kiss your forehead.

He then walks away and you look down at the flowers in hand.

“Okay, that was cheesy as hell,” Vada says, her voice almost annoyed, maybe from waiting to see Liam’s monologue.

“I didn’t even know he felt that way about me.”

Vada rolls her eyes, “Of course you don’t,” you can’t help but feel almost hurt from her words. It’s like she was calling you oblivious, ignorant.

“Why would he even give you flowers? Gosh, he’s going wild for you, you barely even know him. He’s doing too much for someone like you right now,” she scoffed, slightly, not knowing why someone that you haven’t known for a while would give you flowers so early when you didn’t know him that well. But she worded it so wrongly.

Offended, almost wounded, insulted. Did Vada really think you were the kind of person no one would like? Did one of your closest friends find you in a sense, unlovable?

Vada saw the way your figure tensed, your eyes narrowing, before looking like they were about to cry.

Shit.

God she’s never seen you cry before. Vada felt her heart almost shatter, seeing the way your eyes were beginning to fill with tears. She didn’t mean it in a rude way, god now that she thinks about it, that’s one of the rudest things she could say.

She didn’t mean it, Vada doesn’t even know why she said it, maybe she just didn’t think Liam was right for you.

She felt jealousy, and she could feel it herself. Maybe she wanted a sweet guy too.

Or maybe she just wanted you.

“God Y/N, I didn’t mean-” Vada reaches her hand to your shoulder and immediately you shrug it off.

“You don’t think that I’m lovable enough to truly be loved, is that what it is Vada?” You say, your eyes sharp, “You don’t think I’m capable of deserve someone like Liam? How do you even see me?” You murmur, looking obviously, something Vada never wanted in the first place, in disbelief to even feel a tear slip down to your cheek.

“No, I swear I just-”

The bell had rang, and before she could try to apologize, and run after you, you squeezed into the crowd of people, heading for the class Vada knew was the only one you didn’t have with her.

Mia watched from a distance, seeing how tears poured from your eyes as you pushed through the crowds of people.

It’s tense, sort of, when Mia drives to her house.

You’re not talking to Vada, headphones are in, basically screaming that you’re closed off right now. Vada wants to talk to you, but she doesn’t know how to apologize for something she didn’t mean.

You look at the window outside and she feels like this might’ve gone back to stage one, it might take weeks for you to open up again.

But yet again, you’re Y/N, she knows you too well to know that you would never try to ignore her for that long.

Mia has to turn up the music again, something that hasn’t really happened for almost a few months, making small talk with Vada.

When you get to her house, Vada holds the door for you, you don’t look at her, just mumble a small, “thanks.”

“Shoot, sorry guys, if you guys are okay with staying here for half an hour or so, that’d be great. I completely forgot I had to stay after school and drop off one of my friends,” Mia immediately slaps her face, grabbing her bag for dance as she looks back, “Fridge is open if you guys want snacks, remote is in the cabinet under the couch, and all those joints ‘n stuff are in the back. K, love you, see ya,” Mia says, blowing a funny air kiss before shutting the door.

Now it’s awkward, out of all days of course Mia has a practice.

It’s quiet, your headphones are hung around your neck, kicking your feet against the carpet uncomfortably, you don’t know if you want to speak.

“Please, can you talk to me?” Vada pleads, making you almost flinch.

“I’m sorry for what I said today, I swear I didn’t mean it in a mean way towards you. I hope you know me well enough to know I would never mean it, okay? I was just getting a little upset over the fact guys would try asking girls out when they don’t know them that much, you know?.. Um.. Yeah. I guess I got a little overprotective. So I’m sorry. I hate when we don’t talk, it makes me feel like you hate me and stuff.”

You look at her, tugging your bottom lip between your lips, then you breathe, “I don’t hate you Vads. I promise. I just got a little taken aback and I honestly felt a little hurt from your words, especially since I knew you weren’t the kind of person to say those things in a mean manner. I forgive you. I really care about you, it was just weird today. I already felt bad rejecting a sweet boy I met and I wasn’t expecting to have my feelings hurt about it, I know you didn’t mean it.”

“I swear I didn’t, I just didn’t think Liam should’ve asked you so early, I didn’t even think you gave any signs.”

You giggle, making Vada’s shoulders relax from your icy facade beginning to melt, “You sound jealous.”

“Oh, nuh-uh.”

“Mm..” You mutter, not believing her, and making her groan.

Vada quickly changes the topic, realizing how red her face was.

“Do you wanna.. Um, go outside? Take a breather for a bit.”

“Okay.”

As you two close the sliding door, Vada sits down next to you, the silence is now comfortable. Her eyes begin to linger on the pack of cigars in front of her.

“I know you’re not the kind to smoke, but do you wanna share a blunt with me?” Vada asks, softly, it’s a question that you know if you say no, she’ll completely get it.

You hesitate, you never smoked before, let alone want to. But you look at Vada’s eyes and your head nods yes.

“Okay.”

You can see the excitement on her face, she makes a small squeal as she begins to roll the blunt, lighting it up with a lighter, you see her brush off some of the dust.

She places her lips on the cigarette, inhaling softly, before exhaling the smoke and a plethora of smoky fog wafts around you.

Her soft eyebrows raise, her eyes flicking to the blunt and your eyes, offering it to you.

Vada hears you breathe, she can almost feel your breath on her face as you look at the cigarette.

“A little help here?” You ask, voice tiny, shy.

“Okay baby,” Vada jokes, seeing the way your lips try not to smile, but fail miserably.

Vada scoots closer to you, so you two are huddled up and she takes your hand, “Okay, you always spin your led pencil in class, just hold the blunt similarly.” She feels the warmth of your hand and it makes her breath hitch. She puts the blunt between your index and middle finger, in which you make sure to hold with grip. Vada taps on your thumb, “Up,” her voice instructs, in which you support your thumb to hold it.

“Hey, now you got it!” she pats your shoulder, like a ‘yay’

She leans closer to you, your face is mere inches apart as she gently places the end of the cigarette in your mouth. Immediately the smoke fills your senses and you look at Vada, she coaxes you, “Inhale, not too much.” You inhale, wait for a moment, then exhale.

“There you go, you’re making me feel like a teacher Y/N,” she clicks her tongue.

She sees the way you exhale through your mouth, and the smoke fades in front of her face, you take another hit, this time you’re full on staring at Vada, with your doe eyes deep into hers.

The smoke wafts around her again, and when you pass it to her, you lean into her. Hearing how her breath hitches, your body pressed against her.

It goes like that for a while, puff, puff, pass. Where Vada offers the blunt to you, but instead of taking it with your finger, your lips part and your teeth nibble on the cigarette for a moment.

It’s like a game. She doesn’t know if it’s the humor you’ve grown, or the teasing. The teasing. But the way you make eye contact with her while your lips capture the blunt you two have shared makes her stomach stir.

While you smoke and you feel the ease of tranquility wash over your senses, Vada grabs some munchies, cookies, some donuts Mia bought the other day, and some potato chips.

She can’t see you. But she knows you’re staring at her, she can feel the way she senses she’s being watched.

You’re there, staring at her, looking down at her baggy clothing, then looking back up while she puts down the snacks. Your cheeks are flushed, you hear the way the music on your phone is beginning to fade, because you’re here, staring at her.

You think you may have taken too many hits, it’s a different kind of high. You just want to take the potato chips and grow wings. Fly away from this place and go to Italy.

Vada notices, you look spaced out, but you’re staring at her. Not as captivated as you were once before, so she nudges you and you immediately look back up at her. She’s high, she sees a glint in your mesmerizing eyes. A glint that makes her want to pull you closer.

“I feel high,” you state, you don’t notice how you sound till your speech is slurred.

“I think we’ve caught on to that,” Vada laughs, with a roll of her eyes as you snack on potato chips.

“I feel like you're prettyyy Vadss.. Pretty dope and badass,” you say, your fingers showing a peace sign and Vada busts out laughing.

“You have some nasty high that makes you use my kind of slang huh Y/N?”

You’re staring again, except the only difference now is she can tell what kind of stare it is. And this time it makes her feel weird, she can’t put her finger on it.

“Oh yeah, uh huh, yeppers,” you murmur, munching on potato chips and throwing it across the outside couch you sat on, “Can we have a cheese pizza instead with tickling my pickling pickle?..”

Flying. You feel like you’re flying, breathing out and in that smoke. Vada feels like she should be laughing but by the time she feels that she already is.

The cigarette in your hand gets twisted and her footsteps on it, cracking it.

“Think that’s enough for today Y/N, you’re not speaking from the heart.”

“Pickles?”

“No.”

“Dill.”

“No pickles!”

“Yes pickl-No!!!-okay..”

Finally, Vada drags you inside Mia’s house, carrying you to the couch and tossing you on it.

“WeeeEeeEEeEEE,” you’re acting silly. Vada has never seen this care-free, childish side in you.

“I think you’re gonna need to sleep this high off sleeping beauty.”

“I can’t sleeeeeep.”

“Well you need to sleep,” Vada forces, authority lacing her voice. You make a grumble.

“Okay fine,” the small cushion on the couch shifts from you moving around so much. Vada watches you in the corner of your eye, finding it a little cute the way you are right now.

She was going to buy some dill pickles while you closed your eyes, but you seemed like you couldn’t, making Vada sigh and approach you.

“Scooch,” her voice rings in your ears, rubbing your hair softly as you make a tired, grumpy sound and scoot a little, your body wrapped into a marshmallowy blanket.

She doesn’t think she would do this, but if she can make you shut up a little bit, and feel your warmth, maybe it’ll be okay. The shorter brunette feels the way you curl into her body and melt like putty. She doesn’t think much of it, what you two are sharing right now.

Vada feels fond, to let you feel safe in her arms, is something she will always cherish.

Her voice hushes you, pressing her lips to your forehead, while you murmur about pickles. The whispers begin to die down, like the ending of a symphony. She cuddles you, you nudge your nose into her chest, “Don’t go Vads..” your voice is barely heard, but she can hear it, “Stay.”

“It’s okay Y/N, I’ll be here when you wake up.”

“Promise?”

“Pinky,” her pinky raises up and interlocks with yours.

“Okay.”

“Now sleep angel,” her voice is teasing, but part of it she feels like you’ve grown on her, this childish side that she finds sweet.

You don’t respond, of course you don’t, because as soon as she looks down at you asleep on her chest. And by the time she can even process, Vada is asleep with you.

Mia comes home seeing you two sleep together, taking 5 photos and even having the time to take 2 polaroid pictures of you two wrapped into each other.

“Those two are going to be together soon.”

It’s the fourth time you’ve watched Shrek in film class. 4 damn times for 2 months.

Vada is starting to tick, you giggle at it. But she finds Shrek so iconic, she can’t bring herself to hate it. Well for now.

“I fucking feel like I can actually memorize each line by now,” she mutters, it makes you and Mia laugh even harder.

“Why doesn’t Ms. Valentina choose the movies after that? It’s always just Shrek 1.”

Vada doesn’t even know by now.

The lights turn off, the only sunshine you can see is from the warmth of the sun that creeps into the blinds. The best part of having film in this period is that she always has it first on Fridays. Which means when the light switches turn off, it’s the queue where everyone pushes the desks and gets comfy, the desks stay on the side for the rest of the day.

After grunts and small clatter of water bottles falling down from people pushing the desks, everyone crawls to their spot in their own little friend group they have.

Vada already has the couch in the back of the classroom reserved, she doesn’t give no shits, if she’ll fight for it she will.

You find it a little funny, since you remember how people stopped trying to fight, she’s persistent.

She pats the seat next to her and you sit next to her. Mia sits next to you.

And for the rest of the period you three gossip, curl into each other, and chatter.

Once again, at the end of the school day, you, Vada, and Mia are laying together on the couch with several blankets and stuffed animals stacked on top of each other.

“Pass the popcorn please,” you nudge Mia, who’s holding the large popcorn box filled with buttery popcorn (that she kept when she ordered a jumbo sized popcorn box from the movies, that cost 10 damn dollars.) Mia passes it to Vada, which munches on a handful, then hands it to you. Of course with you ending up with some popcorn thrown into your hair.

You happy snack on the popcorn, munching and crunching. Vada and your hands dig into the bottom with the richer buttered popcorn. The brunette’s cheeks feel warm from feeling your hand. Maybe from the blanket. Maybe from the heat of the popcorn. Or maybe something else.

Mia regrets asking Vada for a movie recommendation. As soon as she sees Vada search up ‘Sh’ on the search bar, she groans, seeing how Vada clicked Shrek.

For the second, fucking, time, today.

As the movie begins to roll, the blonde whispers, “If I have children, I’m never gonna let them watch this. It’s been playing way more than enough and I am not risking having to play it every morning when I’m older.”

Vada snorts, “I’m going to tell your children that it’s a great movie, so great that they’ll play it morning and night.”

It goes like that for the next 30 minutes, you two are snug, with a fluffy weighted blanket draped over the three of you as the movie continues.

As the forty five minute mark surpasses, Vada is distracted in the movie. She’s seen it 4 times, yet she’s still watching it. She feels a faint pressure press against her shoulder, she brushes it off, she knows that it’s her brain signaling her to stop watching the movie.

She doesn’t.

But as the minutes pass, the pressure stays, if not stronger.

She feels curious, turning her head away from the projector to find you asleep peacefully on her shoulder. Vada’s eyes soften at the sight of your lips parted, gentle breaths blowing on her neck from your lips and the white of the blanket covering your chin. You’re asleep, and it brings her back to you two asleep on each other the other day. But this time it feels different. You two aren’t high.

You were curled up to her, with your legs tucked and faced to the edge of the couch. She’s seen you asleep before, when you were so tired one hung out that Mia lent you your room. Vada only peeked inside to see you asleep and still like a rock. You aren’t the kind to fall asleep easily, let alone snore. But Vada could hear a soft snore fall from your lips.

Vada can’t help it, but she feels a grin trying to form on her face, as you curl up to her, she tucks a hand around your waist to pull you closer. Now your hair is draped all over her shoulders, she sniffs it, nudging her nose to your hair. Your shampoo smells again like strawberries.

Except this time it smells more intoxicating.

It smells so lightly sweet. But it makes her feel dizzy, her nose to the top of your head, relying on your scent to comfort her.

You shift lightly, a soft murmur being made as your eyes slightly twitch, but fall asleep just as fast when she takes a strand of hair in her fingertips and curls it.

As you're asleep and Vada is focused on you, Mia mumbles against her, quiet enough to not wake you. The TV was already loud enough, plus you were all the way in the corner.

“You like Y/N,” she says, and it wasn’t an opinion, it was a rhetorical statement.

Vada slows down with her fingers curling in your hair, turning to face Mia.

She feels a stutter get caught into her throat, “Uh, w-wait what?”

“You like Y/N,” she says again, her blue eyes looking at Vada, searching for an answer. An answer she already knew, she just needed to hear it from her.

“N-no, what? Mia, what makes you think that?”

It sounds stupid to the blonde, a small laugh coming from her, she speaks quieter so you can’t hear her, although you’re knocked off asleep.

“Well, to start off, since she stepped into our film class for the first day, you couldn’t stop staring at her Vads. And when I invited her so we could get to know her better, I’ve never seen you so quiet with someone until you met her. You’re always so open to meeting new people. At first, I thought you were nervous,” Mia laughs, finding it almost unbelievable when she says it out loud, “and never thought the Vada Cavell would be nervous to meet new people. But you look at her like the missing puzzle piece you’ve taken years to find. You look at her like she’s given you the light to your universe.”

Vada wants to roll her eyes, tell Mia how insane she is, she wants to throw her hands in the air. But she doesn’t want to, she doesn’t want to wake you up, she just wants to press her lips to your forehead and tell you that everything is okay when you wake up.

But it all comes down at her at once. She can’t believe it herself. Well she knew she felt something. The the way she sees things now. Where she’d walk into a library filled with books and think, “Y/N would love it here.” Or when she’d smell the aroma in the air when Amelia and her mother would bake cookies together, and can’t help, but think about you.

Mia herself has a guitar, and when there are days when you can’t make it, Vada spends two hours as her best friend talks to her to practice. So maybe one day, when she sees you pull out her guitar, she’ll say, “I can play it too.”

And when your pretty eyes already reveal the yearn you feel to hear her play, she’ll play all the songs that she’s practiced while she eagers you to cuddle up to her. Then you’ll realize they are all your favorite songs. Because Vada spent every two hours when you’re not there to practice for you.

She hears Mia keep speaking, “You bring her up every time you can, okay? You’re reminded of her everywhere you go, and I’ve never seen you or her look at someone the way you do with each other. Remember that day you two first met? The whole car rode to seven eleven, you were staring at her staring at the window.”

“You’re falling for her day by day Vada,” Mia says, and the brunette can see the way Mia begins to smile, “You just don’t notice it until you realize how much she means to you. You used to refuse to take the extra guitar I had, but when you saw the way she played riffs, you took it and played songs that you knew one day you would want to play for her.”

Mia pauses, then speaks again, “You should’ve seen how shattered she was when you grew over protective of her and said some things that came out wrong. You didn’t see the way as soon as she left for 5th period she was going to cry. Come on, and you two fucking fell asleep with each other. It’s like I’m reading the slowest burn wattpad book in reality.”

The shorter girl is still stroking through your hair, as you’re asleep with soft snores coming out of your mouth every once in a while, still trying to process something she knew was true for a long time.

Vada doesn’t want to admit it, but she exhales a breath she didn’t know she was holding, “I don’t know. I just feel really fond of her I guess. She’s grown really special to me and I think she’s someone I never knew I needed in my life. She’s there to you know, listen. Or be open to whatever..” Vada plays with the string of her oversized shorts while letting you nuzzle to her neck. “I guess she’s more important to me than I thought.”

Mia silently squeals, nudging Vada’s shoulder, “You can’t not convince me she likes you too, okay? Now you better fucking confess or I’m going to do a backflip and crack your neck open.”

Vada hasn’t felt nervous since she met you, but today she was nervous nervous. She bought sky blue, pink, ivory, and sweet apple tulips.

It feels so cheesy, but she’s fucking here for it.

She prepares a basket with everything she knows about you, lego flowers, a cow stuffy with some random coquette bow attached to it, (that she may have not asked your older brother what animal you liked.) As soon as she shopped, the cute little cow with the laced bow wrapped around it was calling for her.

She fills the basket with kisses, tears off the most beautiful, raw pieces of poetry, she read and thought of you. She tears the extra copies of the songs she played on the guitar because of you, and adds it as scraps.

And of course, she adds small fairy lights, then attaches all the photos she has with you. She has never been more thankful for Mia always taking 2 polaroids whenever you take one together, so she can keep one and add it to her memory book.

She’s anxious, picking at her fingers, it’s like when she first experienced the shooting. Except this is a hundred times worse.

Mia drops her off Saturday morning, giving her shoulder a reassuring squeeze, “The worst she can say is no,” and by the way Vada clenches the basket she has for you, Mia quickly adds, “Which is a .00001% chance. Trust me, I’m sure she’ll say yes.”

Vada rolls her eyes, clearly not helping easing her anxiety as she closes the door and approaches your door, knocking softly.

When it’s open, she’s greeted with the sight of a newly awoken you, looking sleepy, but she thinks it makes you even cuter.

You’re wearing the plaid pants she lent you, she remembers you couldn’t stop wearing it because it was so comfy. She let you have her extra fourth pair. She found it funny whenever she saw you waddling around in her oversized clothes.

“Mhh..” You keep rubbing your eyes, a yawn escaping out of you, “Vads it’s 8AM on a Saturday morning, what’s going o-” you finally open your eyes to have a nervous fidgety Vada with tulips, some Valentine's day throwup basket and a heart shaped balloon.

Vada takes a deep breath before pushing the tulips towards your way, “Okay, Y/N, I don’t know what to say. But I wanted to tell you for a while now. I notice the way I bring you up everyday, or how long my gaze lingers when you’re in the same room as me. Or how I find a way to bring our friendship up every second I can. I’ve grown the motivation to do the hobbies I’ve seen you once do. And.. I’m not the person to.. Get nervous when I meet people for the first time. But, you’ve been someone who I feel protective over, and you’re special to me in a way where you’re someone I didn’t ever think I needed in my life. But meeting you has really made you be the highlight of my day. I didn’t think it was possible to feel butterflies, let alone these fluttering sparks when you’re near. Or to realize the feelings I felt when Liam gave you flowers and wanted to ask you out was jealousy. It just feels right to have you with me, here. You’ve really distracted me from all the things I’ve found stressful, and no one has ever been able to do that. I didn’t even think it was possible. I-I don’t even know how, but it was like some invisible string tied us when I met you, but I’m so thankful you’re in my life. And it’s so weird to say this now..”

Vada pauses, catching her breath and trying not to make eye contact with you, but she can see your cheeks getting rosy. Your hands are full with her flowers. You certainly don’t look awkward like you once did with Liam. More like, overly shy now. You’re blushing. And this time your hands don’t feel clammy. This time, you’re so desperate to feel her hands on your waist and have your hands tucked around her to hug her.

Vada gulps and blurts out almost too quickly to comprehend, “But I like you. Will you go out for dinner with me this Friday night? I get if you don’t feel the same, and I just want you to know I don’t want our friendship to be ruined at all but-”

“Vada, I’d love to go out with you.” You interrupt, wanting her to shut up and kiss you. To do all the sweet things you thought of when you smoked with her, to fly with her and carry her home.

“R-really? You’re not just saying that?”

“No. I think.. I don’t know, I think we’ve grown really really close, in a way where I never had someone that I could rely on so much. I really didn’t think meeting you could, you know, make my day a hundred times better, and I always felt confused with my feelings, you know? In a way where I feel like friends shouldn’t feel the sweet way I think about you?”

“Yeah..” Vada murmurs, “Yeah,” she says, more understanding.

She turns to you, you look like spring. The season, with your hands filled with flowers, your hair perfectly ruffled and your hair curling in your ends. Vada speaks again, “Do you want to give us a try? You know, I just don’t ever want us to not be friends one day because we didn’t work out.”

“Please,” you whisper, and when you say that she immediately pulls you in for a hug.

This hug is just as comforting as all the other ones she’s given you in the past. But now, the thought of this hug being something more isn’t there anymore. Because it is something more. It makes you bury your nose into her chest.

Mia smiles in the distance, snapping a photo of you two hugging, “Those two love birds, I called it.”

Friday night

Here you are, in a black dress you remember you fell in love with when you went shopping. It was a simple dress where your shoulders were exposed, a laced neck and you put on some hoops.

The dress was not too short, but it stopped a little before your knees.

And of course, a string tying the prettiest bow on the back of your waist, you didn’t want to admit it, but you felt pretty when you looked at the mirror.

Your mother dropped you off outside of the restaurant Vada reserved.

She kisses your cheek goodbye, winking for good luck as you wave and watch her go. Now you kind of regret not bringing a jacket. You should’ve brought the leather one you were thinking about at the last minute, and decided not to.

Your headphones are plugged in, you’re 15 minutes early, and as the minutes tick, you feel colder from the sun beginning to set.

Cologne by beabadoobee is playing, you ruffle your curled hair, till you feel the music abruptly stop and your headphones being wrapped around your neck.

You can hear Vada’s voice, ruffling your hair, “Hi,” she says, not more awkward than you feel right now. You feel her gaze linger on your figure, and suddenly you feel hot, the cold you felt 5 minutes ago was completely gone.

She rubs your shoulders, and you can tell what you’re wearing just made her fall much more for you.

What she’s wearing is not Vada. Not her basketball shorts and oversized tees. This is Vada, in all black with the lightest makeup, you can still see the freckles you love. Her hair is half up half down, and you brush her bangs to the side.

“Vads,” you breathe, and the way you call her that makes her heart pound ferociously, “You look pretty.”

“I tried my best, how do I look, silly pretty girl?” Vada twirls her dress, making you laugh.

“Like something Vada would never wear, but I love it.”

“You’re the one to talk, all soft and shy girl wearing something that I would definitely not stop staring at this whole evening. It’s perfect. You’re perfect, come on Y/N,” she tugs your wrist slightly, noticing how your wrists are decorated with the bracelets you two made together in the past. It makes her smile while she points at it, “Good decoration choice.”

“Only for the best.”

As you two enter the restaurant, you reach for Vada’s hand, she can see the way you’re searching for her. Like a puppy whining for its mother. She drifts her hand towards you and interlaces it with yours.

The place is dimly lit. The only light is from the sunsetty view and the fairy lights that are hung.

It’s romantic.

And you feel all blushy, like some teenage girl in a friends to lovers book.

Vada feels the way you grasp onto her hands, your fingertips squeezing, she can already tell you’re nervous, she calms you down with a circle with her thumb on the back of your palm.

You two sit next to each other, looking at the menu.

It’s getting a little cold, and you shift, “Okay, not to ruin the mood, but I have no clue what in the hell I should get,” Vada laughs, the Y/N humor she knew was clearly showing.

“What about we share some alfredo and their bread? Their bread is so filling and to die for.”

You nod, to go with the flow, “Okay Vads, whatever you think is good must be yummy.”

You two order and spend the time talking, by the next 15 minutes of waiting, you’re cuddled into her, playing with her hair.

“Hey, you’re messing my hair up silly.”

“I like playing with it. It’s very smooth!”

Vada presses her lips to your temple, rubbing your cheeks to make your blush more apparent.

“Stop that.”

“Well I think it’s cute when your face is all pink.”

You make a quiet whine, Vada still smells your toasted marshmallow and strawberry scent. The scent she could never get tired of. The intoxicating sweetness.

A few moments later with cuddles and talks, your food arrives and you share the noodles, digging in. Vada drapes your hair back so it won't fall into the sauce. As you eat and munch, Vada twirls the noodles on her fork and brings it to your lips, looking into your eyes. You look back up at her, feeling tiny as you open your mouth and she feeds you. You feed her back, letting her rub the small speck of sauce on your cheek with her thumb.

“Stop being so shy,” Vada whispers, nudging your nose to hers.

“I’m just nervous, I’ve never done this before,” you whisper back.

“Well, it’s just me, nothings gonna change, I swear, maybe I’ll throw more pillows during pillow fights though,” she jokes, and that makes you nuzzle your nose more to hers.

You press your lips to her cheek and continue snacking on bread rolls and dessert.

“The stars are really bright today,” you say, your hand in Vadas as you two are staring at the scene above you, the sunset long gone and replaced with the light from the moon.

“Wellll, I think that just means that we’re amazing for each other, huh?”

“Maybe.”

“Nope, it’s a yes.”

“Yep.”

The heat you felt when you first saw Vada when your date began was gone, you were cold. No doubt did the girl not notice, seeing your slightly trembling figure. She drapes her leather jacket over you as you make a small noise of appreciation, sniffling your nose. The jacket immediately warms you up, you pull it to your shoulders more.

Her soft eyes look down at you, and she sees the way the stars reflect off your eyes, those eyes. She feels lucky to be able to be greeted by them every single day you’re around.

“Thank you for today,” you finally breathe, and Vada boops your nose.

“Well thank you for always being sweet and silly. I wouldn’t trade this moment for anyone else.”

You boop her nose back, sharing a slurpee that of course you got from seven eleven. It brings her deja vu. To remember how you first politely refused on buying a slurpee when you first met Vada. Then beginning to use the trick she taught you to poke your finger under the dispenser and lick your finger. Then buying your own small slurpee. Then to share it with one straw.

As you two reach her house, she twirls you on the porch and lifts you up, making you squeal and giggle. It’s quiet, comfortable silence as she looks down at your lips. And she knows you want her too. Your legs wrap around her, and you lean and press your lips to hers.

She feels sparks and a flock of butterflies stirring in your stomach when you’re around, but as she feels your soft, warmth of your lips on hers, she feels fireworks. Electricity shocking her whole body. She hears you make a soft moan of longing, something you wanted for so long. She wanted you for so long too. Her lips press against yours more, feeling your desperateness as she leans more pressure onto you. You taste like sweet strawberries, indulging on the way you make a noise of wanting more more more of her lips as her tongue runs over your bottom lip.

You both pull away, panting, cheeks flushed, your body feels like it’s flaming into oblivion, she grabs your waist tightly, then a small smile forms on both of your faces.

“I’m pretty sure you kiss during like.. Your fourth date.”

“Oh,” Vada says, faking to look sad before cracking up a grin, “Oh well, we’re too in love with each other and we broke that! Too bad, so sad.”

You giggle as she twirls you around and brings you into her room, kissing your neck along the way, she tosses you into the bed and you squeal, kicking your legs as she crawls next to you.

“Come here,” she whispers, you scoot closer to embrace and she wraps her arms around you, switching the fireplace on and playing some music in the background.

She spoons you, but you turn your front to be pressed to her chest, feeling her kisses on your neck and her fingers ghosting along your jawline.

“Pretty girl,” she coos, seeing the way you were a little tired, “Sleepy?”

“Yes.”

You bury your nose into her, her sweet, musky, coconut scent comforts you. The way your scent mixes and it just smells so… Your eyes are fluttering before you can come up with a thought. You stir in Vada’s arms, feeling her arms wrapped around your waist and your limbs tangled together.

“Don’t let go, stay,” you whisper, like you once did before in the past.

“I won’t, pinky promise, I’ll be here baby. Go to sleep, okay?”

You both begin to fall asleep, with polaroids hanging off you wrapped around vines around Vada’s bed. There was one with you two holding slushies and showing off your purple tongues, another one with you two in a group photo, one that Vada loved the most, where you two were cuddling.

miaa: you owee meee omg u guys r adorable, update me tmmrw vads

Your pinkies interlock and your cuddle up to her. She can see the way your eyes twitch from closing. She knows you’re asleep when she hears your breathing begin to even out. And she definitely knows she’s your comfort, because a soft snore slips out of you no longer than 5 minutes later.

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would you please consider my request? 😆😋😋

mizu wants to see f!reader to masturbate in front of her and ask reader right away then mizu just enjoying the show and saying bunch of filthy words, guiding and all but also ended up having her fingers fucking the reader until the reader is pleading for mizu to stop pathetically but mizu is too lustful because how sweet and hot you sound

show & tell: modern!mizu x reader smut (request)

tags: NSFW, smut, modern!mizu, f!reader, masturbation with an audience, dirty talk, praise, so much praise, mizu has a DIRTYYYY mouth, fingering, guiding, finger-sucking, mizu holding back, if you squint rlly hard its edging on the dl, teasing, begging, she pussy whipped lets be real

a/n: i apologize for being MIA,, midterms has been kicking my ass lately :( i hope yall enjoy this though, i've been cookin this for a while

nsfw 18+ under the cut!

You and Mizu are laying side by side, the moonlight shining into the bedroom. It’s one of those nights where you’re cuddling, and a little bit of making out to end the night.

That’s at least what you expected.

Mizu’s lips softly kiss against yours as her arms wrap around your sides, pulling you closer to her. You lock lips, letting her guide you. You feel up her neck and up to the back of her head. Her arms wrap tighter. In response, you let your fingers run deep into her hair, grasping onto it from the sudden squeeze.

Mizu pulls back and gasps, her mouth agape from the unexpected pull. She scoffs playfully. You watch as her eyes darken under the moonlight, glimmering with spirit.

“Oh, so you want to play that game, huh.”

Before you can react, you feel her lips back on you again. Instead of feeling her on your lips, she starts to work her way down your neck. With each kiss, you feel a jolt of pleasure run up your neck. As Mizu works her way closer to your ears, a moan escapes your lips.

“Feels good, doesn’t it.”, she teases. You feel her arms slowly loosen their grip on you, allowing her to continue her work on your neck.

“Mmhm, Mizu- ah-”, you respond back. You could barely answer back as you felt Mizu playfully nibble at your neck, leaving small maroon spots to blossom later tonight.

Her arms wrap around your upper half, pulling your neck closer to her lips. You feel one of her hands gently caress your hips, teasing you to a night of pleasure. Initially, she was content with making out before bed. Instead, a curious thought entertained Mizu’s head. Something that you had never done in front of her before.

You attempt to mirror her actions and reach for her instead, hoping to bring her the same pleasure from your touch. However, Mizu unexpectedly pulls your hands away.

“Let's try something new tonight.”, she says into your ear. The allure of her voice sends shivers up your spine. She pulls away from your neck to watch your reaction. “How does that sound, baby?”

Something new?

“What did you have in mind?”, you ask, curious about her request.

You feel her hand move your hands away from her hips. Instead, she places them towards your panties, gently palming around your entrance. She comes back closer to your neck, inches away from your ear.

“I wanna watch you.”, she answers with a lust in her voice. She grins before planting a kiss close to your ear. “I wanna see you play with yourself.”

You freeze as your brain tries to comprehend Mizu’s request. It didn’t help that she was leaving soft kisses along your neck. Did she just say-

“Can you do that for me, hmm?”

Her question left you stunned. Her soft kisses contradicted the request.

It didn’t help that you instantly melt under her voice.

You could only nod as she lets go of your hand below, giving you the freedom to touch yourself as you place. Her free hand places itself on the other side of your neck, gently brushing over the blooming maroon marks from her earlier work. As she continued her hard work on your neck, you start to move your fingers, circling your throbbing clit atop the fabric of your panties.

Left to your imagination, you imagine how you would normally touch yourself alone. How you would think about Mizu’s touches and build up while you pleasured yourself. Without thinking, your fingers apply pressure against the outside of your entrance. You feel your middle finger toy with your clit through the fabric, making your head throw back in response. You think about how Mizu’s fingers mimicking yours while her head was in between your thighs. Perhaps they were kissing down your thighs.

Or leaving marks closer to your heat.

Instinctively, hums and moans start to escape your mouth.

Little did you know that Mizu had been watching you slowly unfold without her touch. Now pulled away from your neck, she carefully watches the show. You continue to play with yourself, the damp spot by your entrance growing with every second that passes.

“What a good girl… Following my request so easily.”, Mizu praises you. You look up and spot her sitting next to you. Your eyes meet her gaze. They long for entertainment. A good show.

Following her voice, you slide your panties to the side, giving her a full view of your dewy mess. You watch her eyes redirect themselves towards the star of the show. You teasinly tug on your the fabric, using it to rub against your pulsing clit. You let moans escape, allowing Mizu to fully hear the magic happen.

You feel the dampness and sweat build up and spread across your inner thighs. They paint your thighs and entrance with your slick, glimmering under the moonlight.

“Fuck, baby.”

Mizu could only watch as her pretty girl was unfolding in front of her very eyes. Sure, she orchestrated this entire thing. But being a viewer during this engaging show began to be… damned difficult.

On the other hand, you continued to stimulate yourself with your panties, the knot starting to build inside you. You could think about Mizu usual touches to help you get closer to your peak.

You could also just think about her praises and instantly unfold.

Mizu could only sit and stare at your slick spreading across your thighs. How it would easily lubricate her fingers. How it would feel so cooling on her face as she ate you out. How sweet you would taste.

“God you’re just, so wet. Let me taste how sweet you are.”, Mizu commented.

Following orders, you fully pull off your panties. You feel your fingers touch your sticky entrance, dipping into the puddle you had created all on your own. Your fingers directly touch your folds, swirling around your bare entrance.

Mizu as a viewer was sitting at the edge of her seat.

“I know, that’s all you.”, she praised as she continued to watch your fingers gather as much slick as you could.

Dear god, this was a lot to handle, Mizu thought. This is the first time she had ever watched you fully masturbate in front of you. Yeah sure, she’s definitely done multitudes of other things that would instantly make you finish. There’s not doubt about that.

But to watch a one-woman show? Without her touch?

She was just a first timer.

She witnesses you bringing your index and middle finger closer to you. She watched as some of your juices ran down your hand. At this point, Mizu could barely handle being a viewer, the sexual frustration driving her over the edge. Impatiently, she grabbed your finger and pulled it close to her mouth.

“Let me taste before it drips down now.”

Your fingers touch Mizu’s tongue. The slick enters her mouth, the coating mixing with her saliva. She gently sucks on your fingers to get a taste of you. You feel some of the liquid escape and end up smothered on her lips.

“Mmm, you taste so… so sweet.”, she pauses to say. Mizu continues to indulge herself with your fingers, savoring your taste with her wet tongue.

You’ve never seen her so pussy-whipped in your life.

You stared in awe and watched as she sucked your fingers clean. She pulls your wrist back down to your very dripping wet mess. With her other hand, she messily wipes away the mess she made on her face.

She looks back at you. You easily read the neediness in her ocean blue eyes. But you couldn’t read how much she was holding back.

“Keep touching yourself with those fingers.”

Following her command, you watched as Mizu laid back, becoming a viewer of the show you were putting on. To think that you could get this wet without her touches was an absurd idea. Yet here she is, doing nothing except watching & indulging your every move.

You continue to touch yourself and watch your only viewer continue to hold back. While Mizu was watching your every move, you began to read every sign: her hand gripping onto the sheet, her mouth practically drooling from the view, and her eyebrows furrowed in frustration.

She looks so frustrated, yet at the same time, so desperate for you.

You slip a finger inside, its length easily sliding into you. You hum in pleasure. Out of curiosity, you look up to Mizu to find her eyes lit up out of interest while she bit the inner corner of her lips. You took it upon yourself to slowly pull in and out, mimicking what Mizu would usually do if she was in charge. You open your legs wider as you continued your slow pace, your slick coating your finger once again.

In and out, Mizu watched. She stared at your painfully slow pace, your liquids gushing out with every push inside. She said one command and her girl immediately followed? How obedient.

“You’re so well-behaved, Y/N.”, Mizu cooed. Her hand moves closer to your head, gently caressing the top of your head while you continue to fuck yourself in front of her. Her voice makes your insides grip on your finger tighter, making you moan in response.

“Aw, is my good girl dripping wet?”, she teases, her voice lowering. “Practically soaking from my words?”

“Y-Yeah.”, you moan out breathily. You pull out to massage the outside of your entrance with your fingers before you quickly slip your index and middle fingers inside. A small cry comes out of your mouth as you feel the two digits slip into you, stretching you out. It feels so familiar yet so unknown at the same time.

As good as you felt, you wished it was Mizu instead. You wished for her slender fingers to substitute yours, to feel them sink deep into you. But instead, you can only pleasure yourself with the thought.

“Such a good girl,”, Mizu cups your face, her hands up now against your flushed face. “Aren’t you? Hm, Y/N?”

She chuckles at the growing heat of your face, gently caressing your cheeks.

You nod in response, pumping your fingers inside you, going at the same slow place as before. Your liquids continue to pour out, making a wet mess in between your thighs. The tantalizing pace felt like torture. But with Mizu’s praise, it felt so fucking good.

You continue the pace, thinking about Mizu once again. How her fingers would be able to reach places you couldn’t. How they would be able to hit the right spots immediately. How you would always arch your back to feel her hit a deeper angle. How her touch would send shivers done your back.

And how her hand would take control of you while you finished on her fingers.

“Go faster for me. I know you can do that for me.”

And faster you did.

You lean your face into her hand and close your eyes. Your mind continues to fantisize about your viewer as you speed up the pace. You groan as your fingers pumped in and out, continuing to stretch your insides. You feel your clit throb as it gains pleasure with every pump.

You groan as you feel your wrists start to strain from the speed. You rest your hand on your inner thigh, attempting to gain some control before you completely tire out. The new angle makes a moan slip out.

“Mmm, that’s it.”, Mizu praises as she continues to caress your cheek, watching you get closer and closer to your peak. “Good job baby.”

You continue your pace, using her praise to fuel your speed. You feel her face inch closer to yours, her breath tickling your neck. You tighten around your fingers as Mizu places soft kisses down your neck. Shivers start running down your spine as your mind races, practically aching to feel more of her. You continue to moan in response.

However, your pace begins to falter as your wrists start to give out. Mizu notices this change and leaves one final kiss on your neck before inching closer to your ear.

“Getting tired so soon?”, she teased, her voice echoing inside your ear.

“Mmhmm, yeah- ah!”, you yelp as you feel Mizu’s hand pull away from your face. The pads of her fingers start to gently circle around your clit, building up the pleasure even more. Your wrist gives out and you slowly pull out, leaving them to lie to the side.

You feel Mizu’s fingers explore past your clit.

“You’re this wet without me?”, she taunted, her fingers now inches away from your dripping wet entrance. “My pretty girl is all excited for me?”, she lowly whispers in your ear.

Instinctively, your thighs close in, your hips pathetically grind against her. You’re still throbbing, needing something, anything at this point, to go inside and finish you off.

And her voice… God, her voice made praise sound so sinful yet so good.

You attempt to keep your voice down as you unfold under her touch. She moves close to your entrance, prepping her fingers with your slick. As she coats her fingers, you feel her lips touch your neck once again, leaving a few marks scattered down your neck, each soon to blossom a deep shade of maroon.

“So fucking wet…”, she groans as two of her fingers enter you, letting the lust take over.

She couldn’t play as an audience member anymore. She knew you missed this, and so did she. What fun is a show if the audience can’t interact with the talent on stage?

In this case, you were a dripping-wet talent. And soon to become a vocal talent at that.

You moan in response, her digits going deep as you had fantasized earlier.

“Fuck, Y/N, it slipped in so easily. You miss me this much?” she says, smirking at you.

At this point, you can't control what to say. All you can do is react with a nod as her fingers fully sink inside of u. They fully stretch your insides, reaching a deep spot inside u. Mizu feels you tighten around her fingers. She knew your sweet voice couldn’t be self-contained. Testing the waters, she slowly pulls out all the way before deeply thrusting inside of you. You feel another jolt of pleasure hit you. A loud cry comes out, louder than ever before.

“Mizu, please… I’m- ah-“

You feel her slip in another digit. It slip inside you so easily yet all you could do was cry in response. Mizu slows down the pace, letting the new digit stretch you out even more.

“I’m so close Mizu. It’s just so much-”

You try to explain as the three digits plunge deep into you. Instinctively, you grab the sheets, gripping tight onto them. Mizu slowly pulls out once again and thrusts back quickly and deeply into you. Your moans grow louder with every thrust, the pace slowly gaining speed. Mizu feels you clench around her, getting tighter with every pump.

Every nerve, every ache continues to grow in pleasure as Mizu quickens the pace. All she could hear is the squelching from her thrusts and your sweet moans, motivating her to continue her pace.

“Mizu, please, It’s so- fuck!”, you cry out in pleasure as you feel yourself gain closer to your peak, feeling the familiar knot grow tighter and tighter in your lower stomach. Her breath hitched, tickling against your neck.

You call out her name out loud as her pace grew faster, pumping fast and deep into your soaking-wet insides. Mizu listened as your cries grew even louder, echoing against the bedroom walls. Your thighs start trembling, hoping to close the gap between them.

At this point, she could easily read you. How close you were to unfolding and finishing on her fingers. How close you were to yelling and screaming her name. How close you were to twitching and tightening around her fingers.

“Lemme hear that pretty voice of yours.”, she requested for the last time.

With one final thrust, you feel yourself reach your high, spasming against Mizu’s continuous pace deep into you. Your thighs attempt to close, your hips instinctively grind against her fingers. She continued the pace, relentlessly pushing deep into you as you ride out your high.

You turn to Mizu, whining next to her, letting her hear your melodic cries late into the night.

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2023 In Review (Indie Games)

Last year's! | 2021

I apologize in advance for how long this might be. As a reminder, I don't bash games here so even if I hated something with every fiber of my being...I ain't sharing. As a second reminder, my more in depth reviews and live blogging has moved to Gem's Game Gems so I don't clutter the HBG's main blog. Okay. ON WITH THE REVIEW!!

DEMOS

Diffraction (Demo)- A rainy day otome indeed. I love the quiet gentleness of this game, the two romance options, and the fact that our MC is a photographer and struggling with her art and stack of life "failures" (because...SAME!!)

Alaris - I was asleep and now I am awake: I came late for the advertised fae and dragon lore, stayed seated and waiting for Fenir zjgjdf. Oh, and I guess the mystery surrounding our MC's abilities LOL.

The Summit Library - When I say I was maaaaaad when I realized I blew through chapter 1 and would have to go back to waiting for more content??? LOL, I was very miffed. Anyhoo, check out this title for the gorgeous art, another intriguing mystery (like what is *up* with the magic in the poor library?? who or what is to blame?? 👀) and of course the lovely characters we've been introduced to thus far.

Of Sense and Soul - I'm a regency romance girl. Like after you strip away the other stuff, I am but a poor woman with simple needs: a good ass love story 🤧💛 It's about the yearning and the slow burn and the will they/won't they/PLEASEEE they...I've never been so charmed by a demo, and the full game is going to be amazing I just know it!

Made Marion - This project is a game I've been keeping tabs on for a hot minute but hadn't taken the time to sit and properly enjoy the demo. I'M SO GLAD I DID!!! It's in early access now, so I'm hoping eventually I'll be able to carve out some time to play, but guysss Velvet Cupcake is doing the Thing?!? No idea which love interest I'll go for first, but I had a fun time meeting the Nottingham peeps in the demo.

Herotome (Super Demo) - Oh gosh. Oh gosh oh gosh oh my GOSHHH. Where do I even began?? (Really the question is where the hell do I end because this is one of those projects I talk about a lot/think about a lot and surprisingly haven't run out of things to say zkjfksjd). Another game I've been following for a while, it 100% lives up to the superhero genre in its aesthetic, the characters you interact with, the music and sound design, and of course the slowly unfurling story. Jade and Mia had come out as my top faves, Warden is still there, like hovering in the backgroud, shhhh but I have a special place in my heart for Griffin too (that conversation we have with her?? I have so many screenshots just so I can go back and reread and sear the words in my brain. Like a weirdo. Yup.)

Celestial Crowns - Stats building, celestial royalty, dating sim where you fuck around and find out your choices directly affect your MC's personality?? I'm sat. I supported the Kickstarter and now I try to practice patience for the full game's release siiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiighh.

OTOME/JOSEI JAM

Please note this is a SUPER abridged list for my sanity and I fell a little more in love with these 2 jams with each entry I played...

Intertwine - As embarrassing as it sounds, I've never given much thought to the "red string" thing, and I consume more than enough romance media LOL!! But Van is suuuuuch a beautiful man, the UI for this game is so interactive and lovely, the music is ALSO lovely, just lovely-love all the way around teehee. (Also this game encourages replayabillity so like, do with that info what you will.)

Spring Boy [Demo] - I believe this game is going through a complete rehaul, so my thoughts and feelings refer to the original jam entry I played. The art is bright and cute and it's a super super short demo, but I was intrigued by the other student we meet on our mission to plead with our professor about our bombed exam lol!

Assignment Due: Project Blue - IRl group projects??? Suck absolute ass. Group projects with a guy name Asher?? Suddenly it's my new favorite thing in the world 😁

Cryptid Campaign Manager [DEMO] - Remember the last time I looked over a cryptid dating sim??? Remember how I was SUCH a fool?? Good thing I didn't make that mistake again!! The prologue is such a tease but you get an idea of what the full game is gonna be like, and I'm excited to see where my career involving love (and politics) goes!

Heart Cage [Demo] - Yoooooo I stay my ass far far far away from yanderes (could never get into the trope or the character type). WELP. Guess I just needed to keep searching because I really downloaded this off a whim--well, the whim being one of my fellow dev peers playing and rating-- and proceeded to get sucked in 🤧I thought being a detective would be the highlight, but I guuuueeesssss I was more into the romance options than I thought. Oops.

Evernight - I tried to explain what this game meant to me on the side blog, but words failed me. I still don't know what to say other than I loved it?? Which is like ummm I say I love everything, and yeah I'm easy to please BUT Y'ALLLLLL if you play no other game, play this one. Please. Date a werewolf. Or a vampire. Or a fae. Plz. Also figuring out the mystery of your MC's abilities and past is just delightful, ugh.

Bright Oak (demo) - Anotha one I wrote about on the side blog!!! Play this one!!! The writing is lush and atmospheric and the characters are all delightful and it's another game with a mystery to untangle!

The Faithfulness of the Universe- This one gets the award for most unique all around entry that I played. Theeeeee prettiest pixel art to bless my eyeballs, and this tasty mystery concerning Fate and witch Faustina's future (or lack thereof 👀) and what it all means. As a player I very much want to know what it all means!

A Cup For All Seasons - Another game that needs its flowers y'all. It's short but super healing and super cozy and the voice acting and music really tie the gaming experience together???

The Working Woman's Guide to Burning Bridges - DEMO - It's the way I played the demo twice and I've been thinking about it ever since 😭😭😭🙃 obviously life happens and things come up, plus this was a demo. But. BUT!!! I am on my hands and knees prayinnggg the team gets together again to finish the game. I love playing as a stressed, lowkey bitter hot mess who doesn't have her life together 😂somehow the fictional version is soooo much more entertaining!!!

Keyframes (Spring Demo) - After the game College Craze, this is legit THE college, slice of life visual novel of my dreams. I cannot wait for the updated demo next year, and the Kickstarter whenever that rolls around. And now that the developer is on Tumblr, I've definitely been stalking the account and reading each new post like it's my day/night/weekend job 🤧

Hello Counsel 💋 - Okay I take it back, Evernight is like a 20/10 but Hello Counsel is like an 100/10 👁️👄👁️ This game is necessary for my mental, emotional, physical, and spiritual health, alright? The banter ✅ the character designs ✅ the music ✅ the sizzling chemistry between Poise and Salem ✅ I wish this game had more buzz because IT'S SO GOOD!!! (also the dev, Miseri, is who I wanna be when I grow up. I've made it through almost their whole backlog of games and there are no misses and EVERY game is different from the rest and it makes it hard for a toodler dev--ME--to cope LOL)

Candied Hearts - Isekaied into a candy themed game?? Sign me TF UP!!! (Peppermint I love you dearly, you must understand.)

Fully Released & Played (at least 1 playthrough)

The Knight's Dilemma - I don't even know how I originally stumbled upon this??? I just know it had been in my backlog for a hot minute and I was intrigued enough to save it way back when. Y'ALL WHY DIDN'T I PLAY SOONER SKJFHFJFH! There's a couple different endings, I loved the voice direction, AND it's such a simple concept of a game that was just executed beautifully.

Trouble Comes Twice - If I had to make a top 5 list of romance VNs, guess who makes the list?? Guess. Guess guess guess. Have you guessed yet??? LOL! I have been in love with TCT since it's development days and with each passing month, waiting in anticipation, playing the Pateron beta builds, screaming on the main blog about every single thought I had about Jace and Hazel (shoutout to Jace for helping me figure out *me*) Lol if you're curious about said thoughts, those posts are on this blog and not the side blog.

Aelfric the Wondrous - 10/10 would love to forget my first play through JUST to have that experience fresh again 😭😭💛Cute and funny and a wonderful parody type game all around.

A Summer's End - Hong Kong 1986 - Goodness, there's no excuse for why this took me years to finish but anyhoo, I finished, I loved it, I recommend it! It's romantic and achingly authentic and the art is soooo gorgeous I literally can't stand it 😭

The Things You Do For Love - Unhinged yandere manages to entertain and garner sympathy and laughter from Gemini. And that poly ending is chef's kiss too????

Band Camp Boyfriend - There are a handful of games I found and loved before I began my game development journey, and this is one of them. BCB is so dear to me, because of the story and characters but also because of the Dynamic Duo creators and their team behind the scenes. I was never a band kid I was a chorus kid but just as the band geeks loved this game to pieces, us normal folks do too!! Even the boys who I didn't like I STILL managed to find joy in playing their routes (still have a few more to finish at the time of this posting lol, GOTTA GET THE FINAL ROUTE YO). Anyway, this game more than delivered for me and I hope more people keep discovering it!!

Belle Automata: Chronicle I [RELEASED] - While only Chronicle 1 is out at the time of this posting, I already know that the 2nd and 3rd parts are going to be just as amazing???? I wrote about this one on the side blog, so here's my copypaste that still rings true:

I love TNP (The Nightmare Prince) but Victor’s route hit the sweet spot for me. Maybe it’s the slow(er) burn nature of this route, maybe it’s the reserved nature of Victor and watching him slowly start to care (AND NOT KNOW WHAT TO DO WITH THOSE FEELINGS TEEHEE) for me.

A Date with Death - I wrote about this on the side blog--again--. The demo. And then right after finishing a route. And then again where I was fully awake and still managed to sound deranged. No copypaste for that, I shall be nice. But yeah!! Another game where I was screaming at the sky about how much I love it and how I'll never know peace as long as I live.

Our Life: Baxter DLC - I need to offer an official apology to both Cove and Derek because falling head over heels, down the stairs, crashing into the parking lot, falling again but down a manhole for Baxter's infuriating ass was NOT on my 2023 bingo board??? HELLO???? I bought his DLC just to complete my OL collection. Was not expecting to love it this much. Was not expecting to be called to write fanfic and abandon all responsibilities to do this. WHILE DOWN WITH COVID TOO. Allow me to play the song of my people. *Send in the Clowns plays*

Our Cinderella - (this is so funny I'm taking about a side game before the main game LOLOLOLOL) Guys. Guysss. You guyyyysss 🥹if you're looking for a cozy, hilarious, equally oddly and wonderfully sweet short game, this is the one!! You may have your personal favorite Iggy ship (like me) but all the pairings are so amazing and just make sense lol!

Wylde Flowers - This is the only non visual novel game on here but it gets the spotlight because I did NOT spend 90+ hours on this game to gatekeep this beauty. No. It the coziest, the funniest, the funnest, the most addictive Switch game (after Teacup) I've ever played.

Fully Released (& still on 1st playthrough)

Garden of Seif: Chronicles of an Assassin - Life kicked my butt and then sat on me SO while I finally got my grubby hands on the full copy, I still have only played the entirety of the demo. But. We will return to this in 2024 and hopefully I'll have a full review for the next wrap up!

Our Wonderland - I looked back at the side blog and I can't believe it was only THIS year that I started OW??? Because I'd known of the game and the dev for longer than that??? So basically what I'm saying is that I was chicken shit for longer than I've been in love with this world that Developer Carrot has created kjzhhshggj. But OMG to get me, who is scared oh so easily to get hella invested in this clearly labeled horror game??????????????? And even with shit gets super absurd and hella disturbing, I cannot stop playing. At the time of this post, I'm only in Act 4, hence the category above, but it's only because I play each act in a sitting and lose track of space and time and myself. That's a compliment btw.

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Okie!! That's 2023 in a nutshell! I played a looooot of really good games this year and while I would have liked to talk about them all, I think this list provides a nice overview.

Let me know if we share any favorites!

- Gemini 💛

#gaming year in review #gamedev rambles #yeah no I cannot keep creating more work for me #2024 I am GOING to make a shorter list 😭🤧#hmmmm fun drinking game:#take a shot every time the word 'mystery' is used ☠️

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(put me out, put me out) put me out of misery. -> e.roundtree

WARNINGS: none!

SYNOPSIS: The push and pull between you and Eddie Roundtree was never-ending. No matter how hard you tried to push him away, you always came back together. word count: 1,762

NOTES: This is part (5/8) of the beast of burden series! Part 4 can be found here. Sorry i've been MIA lately guys, been having a hard go of it but! Hopefully will be back to posting more regularly now.

Los Angeles, 1973

If you sat back and analyzed the last few months, you could almost come to the conclusion that everything was normal. Back to the normal of before, even. Before being, of course, before yours and Eddie’s absolute blowout of a fight and all the far-flung mess that bubbled up and refused to simmer down in its wake, like a gangrenous wound. You had finally apologized to each other, promising to work hard at repairing your relationship, and you really did. The hurdle that seemed impossible to overcome months ago was long behind you, and your friendship with Eddie was strong and solid again.

And yet. Things weren’t quite the same, were they? There was an ugly, obtuse stain on your relationship. No matter how good things continued to get, you couldn’t ignore it. It lingered, overwhelming and cloying if you ever stopped to think about it. You wanted nothing more than to leave it fully in the past, and that desire seemed to only bring it further into the present. Life was funny like that.

Still, you were grateful to have him back in your life. Eddie had been your best friend for years, and the months where he wasn’t were the worst you’d ever experienced. You never wanted that again. If the whole mess had taught you anything, it’s that you never wanted to have to live without Eddie Roundtree in your life. If you had to endure some weird feelings to keep him around, then so be it.

Practice was wrapping up for the day, and exhausted, you went to pack your bass up for the day. All you wanted to do was go back to your room, put on your pajamas, and have a cigarette while you read your current book in bed. And then sleep for like twelve hours before having to get up and go to the gig tomorrow evening.

“Hey, (y/n), you and Eddie both said something about wanting to tweak the bass and rhythm guitar lines on a few songs, right?” Billy asked, coming to stand in front of you with his arms crossed.

You stood from where your guitar case was resting and nodded. “Yeah, we did. Why?”

“You need to stay and do that tonight. It has to be done with that for the gig tomorrow,” Billy said, and stalked off without giving any explanation before you could answer. You suppressed the urge to roll your eyes, pressing your lips into a thin line. You wanted to take one of Warren’s drumsticks and throw it at the back of Billy’s head, but instead you bent down and unzipped your guitar case yet again, lifting your bass out of it. You lifted your head and met eyes with Eddie, who was wearing a matching pissed off expression to your own. You joined him over on the other side of the room as everyone else filed out to enjoy their evenings.

“He makes me feel violent,” you commented lightly once the door was closed, and Eddie’s face brightened with his laughter.

“You have no idea how relatable that sentence is.”

“I have a little idea,” you shrugged, recalling all the times you’d listened to Eddie (rightfully) rant about the way Billy treated him. “So, what do you wanna work on first?”

“You wanted me to listen to your base line for Have Love Will Travel, right? Let’s start with that,” Eddie suggested and you nodded, settling yourself down onto the floor for what would likely be a long night. Much longer than you were planning, at least. Eddie sat down next to you, his guitar on the floor on the other side of him, his full attention on you.

If you were playing the new bass line for anyone else, you would have been nervous, but Eddie had listened to everything you wrote and suggested the last few months, and you listened to everything he came up with as well. Working as a team, always backing each other up, Billy was less likely to immediately shoot either of your ideas down. It had made the work dynamic a little easier for both of you, especially Eddie, who Billy was always harder on than anyone else.

Situating your bass on your lap, you closed your eyes and began to play. You’d been tweaking the Have Love Will Travel bass line on your own for a few weeks– the song was missing a certain punch and you were sure you could bring it yourself. Finally, you felt confident that you’d gotten it right. You would know for sure, if Eddie agreed with you once he’d heard it. You sang along softly with the bass, losing yourself in the song, completely sure that it sounded better this way.

When you finished playing you opened your eyes, glancing Eddie’s way to find his eyes were still on you. His gaze was soft, brown eyes bright like copper in the dim yellow lighting of the room. His smile was small– a real, genuine smile, not his usual smirk. You blinked at him, feeling something old and familiar squirm in your stomach.

“What’d you think?” you asked, voice as soft as his gaze.

“It’s a hundred times better than before,” he said, smile growing by degrees. “Really, the song has been missing something the whole time, and I think you found it.”

You bumped shoulders with him, looking down at the bass in your lap to hide the blush creeping across your cheeks at his praise. You had always trusted Eddie to be honest with you about whether something was working or not, which made his compliments mean that much more than if they were coming from anyone else. Really, anything Eddie said meant so much more just for coming out of his mouth.

“Good,” you nodded. “You think it’s ready to play for the others?”

“Yeah, but you didn’t need me to tell you that,” he nodded immediately.

“Maybe,” you shrugged. “But I like to hear it from you.” You snapped your mouth shut, suppressing a gasp of surprise at your own words. Ever since you and Eddie made up, you’d been so careful not to say things like, well, things you would have said to him before. How many years had it been since you realized you were in love with Eddie Roundtree? You didn’t know anymore, it felt like you always had been. But none of that changed the fact that what you had told him that fateful night in New York City was still true. You couldn’t put love before your career, before your art. You would do anything for Eddie, and that included bottling up any confusing or complex feelings you had towards him. Anytime they bubbled up to the surface, you stamped them down with an unbridled ferocity.

I like to hear it from you. That could be friendly, couldn’t it? That could mean nothing more than ‘I trust your opinion and your ears, and when you think something is good, I know it’s good’. Maybe for anybody else besides you and Eddie, it could be taken at the surface level, but you both knew better. I like to hear it from you meant a million different things between the two of you. It meant I trust you more than anyone else and I crave your approval like an addict craves their next fix and every time I create something, the first person I want to share it with is you and really, I am always thinking of you. All of these, of course, are just different ways to say I love you.

“What did you want to work on next?” you asked quickly, trying to brush over the moment. You fiddled with the strap of your bass, hanging limp in your lap.

“(y/n),” Eddie said, his voice soft. You chanced a look over at him, and saw that his eyes had grown impossibly softer. There was something else there, too, something you’d caught in his gaze when he didn’t realize you noticed him looking at you. Something liquid and bittersweet floating just beneath the surface.

“Eddie,” you answered. Measured. Hesitant. Every muscle in your body was tense, taut, ready for a fight. Any time things grew serious between the two of you, you got scared, scared that Eddie would decide your friendship actually wasn’t worth the heartache you’d caused each other, scared that you would get into another fight and he would be gone from your life for good. You’d rather a lifetime of dancing around your feelings than for that to happen. You met his eyes and he must have registered the fear in yours, because a small, encouraging smile graced his face, and he leaned over ever so slightly to bump his shoulder against yours.

“I know a lot has changed,” he started, the words coming slow as he worked to make sure they were the right ones, “But I still– I’ll always feel the same about you. Doesn’t matter what’s going on between us, you’ve always been my favorite person. You know that?”

A small, relieved laugh escaped you, and you could feel Eddie’s shoulders drop minutely in relief. “I know, Ed. Even when things were bad, I still knew, somehow. Maybe because I still loved you just as much, and somewhere inside, I knew you had to love me the same.”

“I did love you the same. Still do. Just, uh, you know. I just want you to know.” When you looked up at him, Eddie’s cheeks were dusted red, his gaze somewhere on the other side of the room. You would never be able to convey the relief his words brought you; after the fight, after everything that followed, you were sure Eddie couldn’t love you anymore. You hoped, in some selfish way, that he still could, even though you couldn’t give him what he wanted. You knew he would always care for you as a friend, but you’d thought anything else would have been squashed by everything that had transpired. You hadn’t realized just how much that idea crushed you until you realized it wasn’t true.

“I know I can’t…” you trailed off, swallowing back the sudden wave of emotions welling up in you. “I know I can’t give you what you need, but for whatever it’s worth, I still do love you the same. I still do, and I always will.”

“That’s worth everything,” Eddie said, his tone suggesting that you should know that, obviously. “How ‘bout we work on Susie Q?”

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copicube · 6 months

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sunday breakfast!

summary: you and cardinal copia making scrambled eggs together while someone a little smaller makes a brief appearance!

tags: fem!reader x cardinal copia > fluff, mentions of smut. [18+ MDNI]

The Cardinal was strolling down the stairs, drying his damp hair with a towel as he had just gotten out of the shower moments ago. He could hear you whistling happily from the kitchen, and immediately smiled to himself.

"Buongiorno, amore." He greeted you kindly as he entered the kitchen to find you preparing breakfast.

You felt your heart swell with love the minute you heard his voice. You turned around to meet his gaze, locking eyes with one another and you grinned. "Good morning, baby." You said with a soft voice as you turned around to continue preparing the ingredients in front of you.

You had woken up before your boyfriend and decided that this morning that you would make some scrambled eggs and fresh fruits for you and Copia. You were hoping that you could have prepared breakfast completely before he had woken up, as you wanted it to be a little surprise for him as you knew he had been going through a rough patch lately regarding some business with the Clergy. However, he seemed to wake up a little earlier than usual, which shocked you a little bit.

Copia set down his towel on a nearby chair and walked up behind you, wrapping his arms around your waist as he hugged you from behind. "What's a Cardinal 'ought to do to get a good morning kiss from his sweet girl, hm?" You heard him whisper playfully into your ear, sending chills down your spine.

You giggled as you felt him press a soft kiss behind your ear before you leaned over to meet his lips with your own. "Sorry, honey. I was just arranging all this." You apologized and gestured to the carton of eggs and milk on the counter in front of you.

"Mhm.. I can see that. What are you making? Looks good. I'm already hungry, tesoro." He asked, still smiling all while continuing to hold you close. "For more than just the food." He suggestively added on, snickering lightly against your skin.

"Silly boy." You laughed once again at his words. "I was going to surprise you with breakfast, but you woke up before I could." You responded as you cracked an egg into the pan. "It's okay, though."

Copia stroked your waist with his thumbs. "Ah. Mi dispiace, amore." He said as he watched you continue to cook. "Anything I can do to help? I feel bad, just standing here and letting you do all the work."

You cracked a second egg into the pan, hearing the yolk sizzle. "No no, Copia, it's okay. You rest, I've got it."

He bit his lip, letting go of your waist before moving to stand beside you. He admired your work ethic and how determined you were to do things on your own. Not that he doubted you at all, of course. He slicked back his hair with one hand before picking up a banana from the basket of fruits that also rested on the counter. "Cara mia, I insist." He persisted before beginning to peel it. "The least I could do is cut some fruits up, I'm pretty good at it, you know. Sister Imperator taught me a long time ago."

He was so stubborn, but yet then again, so were you. You sighed and smiled up at him. "I'm sure she did, your mother." You chuckled as you handed him a knife from inside the drawer. "Alright, fine, I guess you can do that." You teased as you cracked the last egg into the pan and began to pour the milk into the mix before stirring the contents.

The Cardinal sliced up a few bananas and pineapple and placed them into a fancy plate in a decorative manner. He was having so much fun. "Where did you get all of this fruit?” He asked as he began to peel a bright red apple before slicing that as well and placing them in the middle between the two other fruits.

"Primo dropped some off at the door last night after you headed upstairs to do your paperwork." You explained as you added some salt and pepper to your now nearly scrambled eggs. Your breakfast was coming together and you were secretly very happy that you were doing it with Copia, despite you wanting to originally do all of the work. You loved when the two of you were together, being able to bond while doing any simple activity that entertained the both of you.

Copia nodded. "Ah, I see. Mio fratello didn't notify me that he was stopping by, otherwise I would have made some espresso for him and his wife." He rambled as he worked, before he slipped the knife a little too much to the left and nicked himself with it. "Cazzo.." He hissed, dropping it on the counter before quickly heading to the sink to run it over cold water.

Your eyes widened and you opened your mouth to speak, but before you could do so, he had cut you off. "Non preoccuparti, amore. Just a tiny cut is all." He didn't want you to worry about him and accidentally burn yourself while not paying attention to the eggs. He breathed deeply as he played it off, trying to convince you as well as himself the pain wasn't as bad as it actually was.

You set the spoon in your hand down, closed the burner, and opened the cupboard just above you before grabbing a small bandaid which was littered with small pictures of cartoon rats. They were his all-time favourite ones that supposedly helped wounds much better than regular bandaids, and you knew he'd likely need it based on how sharp the knife was. "Here, honey. Let me see." You walked over to him, lightly stroking his arm.

He lifted his finger out of the cold water and pointed, allowing you to inspect the small but slightly deep cut. "See? It's nothing." He shrugged.

You tilted your head to the side, pointing at it as well. "You're bleeding quite a bit, Copia. Here, let me put this on okay?" You dried his bloody finger with a paper towel before discarding it as well as the bandaid wrapper, wrapping one around his skin. "I don't want it to get infected, especially if you're handling food." You stated as you leaned down to press a light kiss on top of his wound.

He lifted your chin with his other hand to have you face him. "Grazie, amore. I feel much better already." The Cardinal smiled as he bit his lip, looking down proudly at you. "You always take such good care of me, and I love you so dearly for it, cara mia."

"I'm your girlfriend, it's my job to take care of you." You mumbled as you looked into his orbs with pure love. "I love you too." You whispered as you stood on your tippy-toes to give him a kiss.

His heart began to beat a little bit faster. It always did whenever you told him that you loved him. "Indeed. Yet still, I am very grateful to have you in my life." He said before placing another light kiss on your lips and wrapping his arms around your waist again and squeezing you against him, it was his favourite spot on your body for him to hold and touch. "I can never get enough of you, I never will."

Before the two of you got too carried away in each other's embraces, the two of you heard a small squeak come from the other side of the counter. Both of your heads shot toward the noise , spotting Copia's young pet rat nibbling on a piece of pineapple on the fancy plate.

"Oi, Milo!" Your boyfriend exclaimed as you started to laugh against him, resting your forehead on his strong chest. "Get off of the counter, coglione!" He snapped his fingers in an attempt to get the distracted little rodent's attention. "Those are not for you!"

Milo blinked twice, staring at Copia before stealing the giant piece of pineapple and running off with it. Despite the Cardinal being irritated, he couldn't help but eventually begin to laugh while hearing the sound of yours. You just couldn't stop and couldn't help but slump all of your weight against him. "Sathanas, that was hilarious." You snorted as you hugged Copia. "You should have seen your face."

"Yes, well. That little shit is lucky enough to have all of the wonderful human food that I already give him." He huffed. "Greedy little fucker." He shook his head, kissing your forehead before letting go of you and dividing the warm scrambled eggs into two plates, along with the fruit.

You crossed your arms, still standing in front of the sink as you admired the view of his perfect build. He turned around and handed your plate to you, thus snapping you out of your short daydream. You loved him so much. You wanted him. Perhaps after your breakfast, you thought to yourself, you'd take him straight back to bed and drive it down to him.

However, before your mind could continue on any further into the gutter, your boyfriend posed with his plate of eggs in an awkward, dramatic manner and bowed his head to you. "Shall we commence our meal, amore?"

You chuckled and nodded before sitting down at the table. "You're too much, Copia." You simply said as you finally took a bite into a slice of fresh mango.

Copia licked his lips and sat down beside you. "Ah, but you love me, si?” He pointed at you with a fork in jest and began to dig into his plate like a starved man.

You chewed on your food contently and swallowed. "Of course I do, baby." You responded with a smile. "Of course I do."

#the band ghost #ghost the band #cardinal copia #copia my beloved #oneshot #female reader

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keichanz · 2 years

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hey i'm still alive

👀

uh so. how's it going. thought i'd give a little life update in case anyone was curious or interested >> tho probs not ;lajdfk;l

yeah i know i've been mia for like. a long time now, and tbh there's no particular reason why. i know i've lost some followers because i've been so inactive and haven't written anything in a long ass time. i do apologize for that. a lot has happened in the last few months and i guess i just wanted to give my friends and follows a brief little overview of what's been going on in my life and to prove that i am indeed still alive lol.

so most of you all know by now that i finally landed a good paying remote job yeah? and at first it was amazing. now? not so much. the schedule sucks ass, the management is balls, and the actual work sucks even more. i'm not happy there anymore so i'm currently looking for a new job. and im so desperate to get out of there i'm looking outside of remote jobs as well.

right now i'm waiting to hear back from an office technician job right here in my town that pays $27 an hour. TWENTY. SEVEN. guys that's $8 more than what i'm making right now ($19 an hour.) oh my GOD if i made that money i'd be able to finally move out of this god awful house with a flea problem that i CANNOT get rid of (my poor babies :( i've legit tried everything, even fucking professionally treated this house with orkin to get rid of them, had both of them get flea baths by a groomer and STILL i cannot get rid of the damn fleas. it's so fucking stressful y'all you cant even begin to imagine), finally get new tires for my truck, and live comfortably with extra spending money without having to worry about paying rent or buying groceries for the month. i'm PRAYING i get this job. even if it's not remote that pay would make it SO worth it.

anyway. moving on.

i've also gotten into a relationship with someone i was desperately in love with, then got my heart broken because he ended things. it hurt a lot. i got over it though, with the help of some pretty amazing friends, and one of my best friends. and right now, i'm currently dating that best friend lmao. so i'm in another relationship, and i'm very happy with him. our relationship began at the end of june, i believe. (i'll never forget the day he asked me to be his. y'all my hearT MELTED 😍😍)

it's a long distance relationship as tom lives in canada, but he did recently come to see me as evidenced by the photo above. i love this man y'all. he's amazing. there is one thing i'm kinda worried about with our relationship, but i won't get into that because thinking about it upsets me. but anyway he makes my very happy. ❤️

so that's pretty much what's been happening. i just haven't really been inspired/motivated to write at all lately, and i do apologize for that. it's just been a very overwhelming few months, with dealing with this damn house, ending a relationship and starting a new one, stress from a job that i'm really beginning to hate, trying to find a new one, and just a few other small things that aren't worth mentioning.

i do hope you all know that this doesn't mean i've abandoned writing or abandoned any of my stories. it's just been difficult to write anything lately but that doesn't mean i don't want to. i still love inuyasha. it's still my favorite anime. i still read fanfic (on occasion, when i have the time as i'm pretty much in a 24/7 discord call with tom except right now because he's at a dentist appt which is why im taking the time to write this -3-) and i still do think about my stories. hell, sometimes i even get an idea for a good oneshot and think to myself "shit i need to write that down" but then i forget about it and hate myself for the next 24 hours -_-

so yeah. that's what's been going on. i'm still around. i still get on here and reblog a few posts, mostly the ones i'm tagged in or some nice fanart. i do miss y'all and i hope my absence hasn't upset anyone or made them think i'm done with the inuyasha fandom. i'm most definitely not. it's just...sort of taking a backseat for now until i sort some things out in my life. definitely not preferable, but it is what it is, y'know.

my dear readers, followers, and friends, i love you all so much and i'm glad you've stuck around this long even though i haven't been around. you're the reason why i'm still here, why i want to someday get back to writing and giving you more content to enjoy and gush over. thank you for your patience with me and still giving love to my stories after all this time. i still get the occasional review for one of my stories, and trust me, i read every single one of them and they make my entire day. it's so nice knowing people are still reading my work and enjoying it. maybe it's selfish, but i hope you never stop, because reading those reviews gives me a huge boost when i'm feeling down on a particular day and it makes me feel like i haven't been forgotten, though by every right i should have been.

okay i've rambled long enough. in short, i just want to say thank you. you're all rockstars. i love you all. ❤️

until next time, my lovelies.

#psa #dammit keiz #i'm still alive #keichanz #wtf else do i tag this as #long post

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hi keri!!

I have some really good news! I saw you and ken on a date (in my dream but eh, close enough sjshs)

it was a live theater date (they're doing mamma mia in my city shsh) and from where I was sitting I could see you and ken holding hands!! (don't ask how I knew it was you guys, I just did)

you seemed stressed or nervous about somthing but ken just gave your hand a little squeeze and caress like "keri, my sweet girl" then he gave your knuckles a kiss "apple of my eye" another smooch "owner of my heart" final smooch "everything is going to be fine"

I was watching this like 👀😮💘

side note: I hope this silly little dream I had can you bring you even a fraction of joy that it brought me. I know things are tough for you right now but I'm hoping things get better! I'm so annoyed that people have been copying "my sweet girl"!!

I will admit, ever since I sent the ask about how much I adore the nickname, I have been inspired to step up my game while selfshipping😌 which basically means I come up with sickly sweet nicknames bc "it's what keri and ken would've done🙇🏽‍♀️"

so yeah, sorry for the wall of text, I hope the rest of your day/night goes well!! positivity blast!!! 💖💗💘💓💝💕🌸🌺🌷🐶

-🍀

LUCKY CLOVER ANON SWEETHEART I WAS JUST THINKING ABOUT YOU YESTERDAY!!!!! :D I hope you're doing well!!! NEVER APOLOGIZE FOR WALLS OF TEXT I shall always welcome every single beautiful beloved word you bring into my inbox <33!!!!!!!

YOU HAD A DREAM??? ABOUT KEN WITH ME???? 🥺🥺🥺🥺🥺🥺🥺🥺🥺🥺🥺 WUWHUHWUWHWUHWHUUHW WOWWWWWW WOW WOW!!!!!!!! I am so!!!! honored!!!!! 😭😭💝💝💗💘💓💞💞💞 Thank you so much for telling me!!!!!!!!! What a treat!!!! What a dream!!!!!

That makes me feel SO much better ;-; thank you so much for taking the time out of your day to send me an ask!!! OOGHOGH AND THANK YOU FOR YOUR SYMPATHIES OMG it has been eating me uppp how far away I've felt from Ken lately, feeling very unlovable and replaceable and the "sweet girl" ordeal was like the cherry on top. ofc it's not like I invented the pet name "sweet girl" or anything like that, and of COURSE it's fine if other self shippers want Ken to call them that, BUT I JUST DON'T WANNA BE TOLD ABOUT IT ESP ON MY OWN POSTS AND IN MY OWN INBOX?? SLFJSDFL??? especially when they're like "i took that from your comic btw :)" like WOHOAOOH!!!! WHOAH??? [spongebob voice] BACK IT UP. BACK IT UP. BACK IT UP 🚚 !!!!! I understand these ppl are saying it nicely and I am flattered they loved my comic/pet name idea THAT much but it... stings so bad omfg it HURTS, BRO........... the pet name is so personal to me/my story with Ken and it feels weird for me to now write/draw him saying it to me and no longer thinking he's talking To Me anymore :( BUT!!! i hope i can fix that by spending more time with him (watching Barbie, watching interviews, making gifsets, making art/fics) plus when I go out of town in a couple of weeks I'll stay completely offline for 10 days straight bc I won't be able to watch him sing I'm Just Ken at the Oscars (no cable where I'm going WAH) and I don't want spoilers. and. tbh maybe spending time offline from this hellsite will help Fix Me 🔨✨

I am so. WOWOWO i've read this 5 times in a row AND THE FACT THAT YOURE SUBCONSCIOUS CONJURED HIM BEING SO SWEET??? TO ME??? OF ALL PEOPLE??? Kissing my hand wtf that's one of my favorite Kisses... I think being kissed on the hand is one of the most loving and tender sweet things in the world... hand kisses + neck kisses are my absolute favorite and wowoowowoowwwhuhwuwhuhwhu LAYING ON THE FLOOR IN A POOL OF MY OWN TEARS THANK YOU VERY MUCH!!!!!!!!! and the fact that we'd go to a live theater date!!!! BRO!!!! BRO THAT'S SO ROMANTIC I LOOOOVE LIVE THEATER 🥺🥺🥺💙💙💙💙

LUCKY ANON!!!! I AM SOOOOOOOOO!!!! SO SO SO HAPPY YOU'RE STEPPING UP UR GAME SELF SHIPPING!!! "because it's what Keri and Ken would've done" made me SQUEAL swinging my legs in my chair and drumming my desk!!!! I was all excited and needed to let my energy out SLDKFJSLKDFHSDF THIS IS SOOO SWEET!!!!!! Coming up with special nicknames make self ships feel so... idk the word, it makes it feel so much more wholehearted and tender and soft!!! like it's a special connection JUST for the two of YOU!!!! Any time I have a main F/O I try to make them call me something that isn't just the generic "baby/darling/sweetheart" (though I DO use those pet names QUITE often on many, if not all, of my ships) but there is just something about having them call you something pertaining to the ship itself, your story with them, something you know they wouldn't call anybody else But You!!! whether it's them calling you your favorite flower, or something they find synonymous with you like a dessert or a star, or even your own name but rhymed with something else, something silly, or something inspired by a lyric of Your Song that the two of you share, it's just!! it's SO SPECIAL I absolutely adore doing it, it makes the ship feel quite exceptional imo!!

I AM GIVING YOU THE BIGGEST HUGS IN THE WORLD AND ALSO DONUTS!!!!!!! 🍩🍩🍩🍩🍩🍩🍩🍩💕💕💓💓💗💖💗💗💓💓💞💕💟💟💝💘💞💞💓💓💞💕💕💕💕💕 I LOVE YOU I LOVE YOUUUU THANK YOU FOR YOUR SWEETNESS!!!!!!!!! I hope you have the BEST DAY EVER 🥰🥰🥰🥰☀️☀️☀️☀️☀️☀️☀️☀️!!!!!!!!!!

#anonymous #asks #keepsake #🍀 anon #💌💐#💕 I'll fight for you!! - ̗̀🐎🏖️✨ ̖́-#weepy over Ken telling me that everything will be OK while kissing my knuckles #HE IS MY PRINCE 🥺🥺🥺🥺🥺🥺🥺🥺🥺🥺🥺🥺#thank you so much for telling me this im SO SOFT #i will carry these words with me to work today #i will be tiredly checking in huge trucks and unloading heavy boxes while thinking of ur ken carson dream..................

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minniecostello · 4 months

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The Third Month

Ruth returns to the island with her whole family

The third installment of That Time of the Month, and you can read part two here.

CW: CNC/dubcon, mention of blood (but it's not in a sexy context), breathplay/choking

July 16, 2019

Oh my God I'm in love with idiots. And my idiots are in love with an even bigger idiot. How did I let them talk me into this again?

Sweat runs down your back, and you're not sure if it's from the summer heat or what your girlfriends are planning on making you do tonight. Over a month since you revealed your biggest secret to your polycule, exactly a month since half of it decided they'd be belligerently suicidal. Now the third in your household decided to join the “fun”.

Four bikes glide close together out from the Arlington Cemetery Metro. It's too hot to ride all the way from the Mall to the island, so you cut yourselves some slack and take your bikes to the closest station before you ride through the small park on Columbia Island, moving past the late joggers on the Mt Vernon trail. It's hot enough that you sweat through your shirt, but it's the summer and you're gonna enjoy the bike ride whether you like it or not.

Mia and Alice are chatting excitedly about a book you haven't read yet, despite their prodding, something about zombie lesbians on the moon. Lari is uncharacteristically quiet on the ride; you glance back and see it's got a glazed look on its face, like it's remembering something pleasant. You're silent too, but your quiet is broody, not nostalgic.

As you lock up your bikes before getting on the footpath to Roosevelt Island, you try again. “Are you girls sure you wanna go do this? It's not too late to head back and let me go on my own.” Even you can hear the pleading tone in your voice. Hell, the families around you can hear it. You're getting a few glances, but not enough to unnerve you.

“Are you trying this shit again, Ruthy?” Lari, being a little goblin as usual, pulls out a surprisingly large bottle of lube from its fanny pack. Mia, Alice and you all hiss at it to put it away. “I've been looking forward to tonight all month.”

“Two months in a row, Mia says she had a good time.” Alice finishes unscrewing her front tire, always a bit paranoid about bike theft. “And she said you were easier to handle when you remembered her. I can only imagine having two people you remember would help.”

“But there's no way to predict it! What if I…what if she decides it's better to eat you, or turn you? I wouldn't be able to deal with it if any of you got hurt, let alone all three of you.”

“You haven't in two months though, sweety.” Mia put her hand on your shoulder, then pulled away and wiped your sweat onto her pants. July in DC is really muggy. “I'm not worried.”

“What if I bite you?”

“I've got wolfsbane, dried and in an infusion. Everything I found said that's the cure for lycanthropy, if we take it in time.” Alice, god bless her. Really leaning into the witchy shit.

“Guys, I know you think you're prepared, but… I'm not going to be me tonight. I wasn't last month either. The full moon is just… it's hard to explain.”

They all gather around you and embrace you and each other. These four people are your chosen family, and they've clearly chosen to stay with you no matter what. And they want to make sure your curse is one you don't have to bear alone. You just hope that you don't share the “Blessing” with them once the change happens.

***

The day after the last full moon was rough. You were still upset that Mia and Lari came with you, but even so you felt that it was you who had to apologize for hurting them. Mia was a little banged up, but Lari was barely able to walk, let alone ride its bike home.

When you woke up, the sun had just risen past the horizon. You were wrapped around it as the big spoon and Mia was curled just above your head. You shook them both awake in your customary post-transformation panic – this hit you even before your girlfriends decided to follow you – and were met with kisses, affirmations of love, and the little goblin bending over and implored you to “look at my gape, babe.” (You did not look at its gape.) It waddled after you and Mia as you crossed the foot path after you deemed it long enough after the rangers had opened the park for them to not suspect you.

When you got home, Alice was there waiting for you with a pot of coffee. You showered first, then Alice settled you in the comfy chair then sat on the arm rest as the other two sat on the couch, wearing towels. Alice started petting your cheek affectionately as you tried to relax into the domesticity of the moment. “How was it, girls?” she asked.

“Fuckin' amazing! You gotta come with next time.” Monilaria, excitable as ever.

Mia, calmer said, “Ruth was gentler with me this time. I think because she knew me. She even spoke more than a few words this time. Whole sentences, even.” She took a sip from her own cup and made a face; she never liked the way Alice made coffee, and the sheer familiarity of the moment helped to bring you back to yourself.

“What did I say?” you ask. “I know Lari got what it wanted, you seemed like you enjoyed yourself too, but did I say what I… what the wolf wanted?”

“She asked about pups, wanted to know why I wasn't pregnant. And why Lari wanted you even though it couldn't get pregnant.”

“Did you explain about birth control?”

“Didn't seem like the time. I told you – her – that sometimes it doesn't take the first time, and you… that is the wolf, seemed to take it at face value.”

“You really want to knock us up, baby?” Alice looked down at you, a small grin on her face. “Do you secretly have a breeding kink?”

“No, I don't. But the wolf must. I hope I don't hurt you if I see you again next month. Of course, I also don't want little were-babies.”

“And that's why you keep trying with me!” Everyone rolled their eyes at Lari.

“Will its ass satisfy her… the wolf for long?”

“No, she made sure to cum in me a few times after Lari had its fun. I think she wants to start a pack, and thinks it'll work with a human.”

“So that's why you shouldn't come next month! Don't risk making the wolf angry at you.”

“What if we try to explain birth control to you?”

“If wolf-me really wants to start a pack with you Mia, do you really think it'll be satisfied with that? What if it gets angry and turns you?”

“There are remedies, I think. I've been doing some research into werewolf folklore.”

“It will just keep trying to escalate. I don't think it's safe for you to come with me anymore.” No one took this seriously.

“What if we bring Alice next month, and say that you, it, should try with her if I don't work?”

“How long do you think that will keep it satisfied?”

“Long enough to come up with a better plan.” Alice was always so confident in her abilities to plan. It would be frustrating if she didn't prove herself right all the time.

“What if it decides I'm hungry next month? What if it decides to eat you instead of fucking you?”

“We'll bring a chicken. Like Angua from Discworld. Or you eat a really big meal before. Enough to fill up a huge wolf stomach.”

“You think they'll let you bring a chicken on the Metro, Mia?”

“Not a live one,” she suggests.

It was getting to be too much. You sighed and leaned back into the chair.

“You three are exhausted. You should go to sleep, I made the bed.” Alice was always so prepared. You looked at her lovingly and kissed her palm by way of thanks, and she scratched you under the chin. You were too tired to be aware of the doglike nature of how much you enjoyed that; you were never into puppy play before, even less so now.

She helped you off the chair, took off your robe and guided the three of you into the bedroom. Your head bumped into a hanging basket as you wove your way past the fern collection.

Bed. Thank every god there was for soft beds.

The four of you splurged when you moved in together five years ago and bought a huge bed – actually two medium beds side-by side with foam pads on top and a tight-fitting frame a friendly butch helped you build so that the two in the middle wouldn't fall in the cracks. It was big enough for all four of you to sleep side-by-side, with enough room for the cat to spread its full length out by your feet. You follow Mia under the covers, then Monilaria gets in after and wraps itself around you; Tito climbs on your hip and starts to purr and that's the last thing you remember before falling asleep.

***

The next month wasn't particularly busy. Tending bar, going to a few house shows with Lari, potlucks with Mia, and D&D games with Alice run by a mutual friend. You reveled in the mosh pits, made damn good vegan lasagna, and made a handful of key rolls to save the day with your elf wizard. It was a great summer, only ruined by the constant unspoken anxiety you were feeling about the next full moon. Every few days, you would notice some or all of the others whispering and get paranoid or try, unsuccessfully yet again, to convince them that they shouldn't come with you.

Alice was clearly preparing supplies for the “camping trip” as they insisted on calling it. The others were also preparing, but in less concrete ways. Lari was loud about its pelvic exercises, Mia started doing yoga and invited you to join her; you did, eventually, and it turned out to be almost better stress relief than the moshing.

It also affected your sex life. Monilaria refused to top you, saying it “wanted to keep in shape for the big girl.” Mia was especially tender with you, always making sure you were taken care of. Alice had been less enthusiastic than usual. She still clearly had a good time – you pride yourself on your oral skills – but she didn't domme you the same way. She seemed distracted; she used the cuffs more than ropes and had a hard time getting into character. Lari said it noticed the same thing, which was a relief to know it wasn't just you. She was distracted a lot during the day, and you had a hard time getting a real conversation out of her, but the other two were happy to fill the gaps.

Three weeks after the last full moon, you finally got some time with Alice. Lari and Mia were off at a party neither of you wanted to go to. You made tea for both of you and brought the pot out to the couch. Alice was reading a book, it looked like it was about herbal medicine. You poured her a cup and sat down next to her, wrapping an arm around her.

“Alice what's wrong?” She tried to ignore you, just keep reading her book. You pulled your arm back and turned to her. “Alice, please talk to me. You've been distant.”

“I’m scared, Ruth.”

“I am too. You don't have to come to the island. You shouldn't.”

Her face twisted in frustration; clearly she wasn't talking about the immediate risks of the wolf. She took a minute before asking, “why were you turned?”

“Well, as far as I could tell, I was just in the wrong place at the wrong time.”

“But why did they turn you, not just kill you?”

“Maybe it's harder to explain a body.”

She took your hand that was wrapped around her shoulders and started to massage it. It's not the depth of touch you had wanted, but it's enough to fill you with relief. “Maybe they just wanted to be cruel.” And there went any relief you had.

“I don't know if that's something that motivates the wolf.”

“I thought you don't have any memory from the full moon?”

“I don't remember any specific things from the night, but I still feel different the nights before. Angrier, I guess? I have a harder time keeping my temper in check, but I don't want to hurt people, just… to be in control.”

“Do you have any memories from the actual night, though?”

“I remember being hungry. Every month, the most distinct memory I have is hunger.”

“Anything else?”

“Well there's the satiation, sometimes. The times I woke up next to an animal carcass were always paired with the hunger coming to an end. And joy, like I had done something really good. A big favor for a stranger.”

“Mia said you mentioned a blessing.”

“Are you saying the wolf thinks it's blessing the damn deer?”

“We can always ask her.” This woman is going to drive you insane. She's too smart to be that stupid. “Don't give me that look, if we want to know something, that's the best way to find out.”

“What can we even do with the knowledge?”

“We can figure out what it wants, at least. Why you're so eager to bang any human nearby after you transform. What we can do to keep you from turning or eating us. Do you remember that satisfaction from the last two months? Did you get the needed relief from sex?” The satisfaction you woke up with for the last two months put the deer to shame. Like the best nights you spend with the whole ‘cule, but with added religious ecstasy. You couldn't look Alice in the eyes when you nod and say “yes” in a quiet voice. Her lip turned up into a sly smile; she makes that face when she knows exactly how good she made you feel. “Maybe that means we're going to be safe from it so long as we satisfy it.”

“The best way to keep the wolf from hurting you is for you to stay off the island,” you propose hopefully.

“You know none of us are willing to let you go through this alone. Besides,” you open your mouth to interrupt but she holds up her finger and you stop. “Besides, what if the first wolf turns up? Strength in numbers, Ruth.”

“Do you think that's likely?”

“If cruelty isn't a driving factor in the wolf's psyche, what is? Maybe your sire wants to, I dunno, bring you into their pack?”

“Do you really think that's a risk? I was bitten pretty far out in Virginia. Why would they be able to track me so far?”

“There's so much we don't know, Ruth. It was news that wifwolves existed,” you snorted a laugh at her insistence on the correct Ye Olde Gendere, “so maybe an older wolf has more, I don't know, awareness than a younger pup like you?” And that broke your smile.

Through a tight throat you ask, “do you think I'm going to change because of this? Beyond one night a month, I mean.”

“I don't know the answer, but I do know that I love you, that Mia and MoMo love you, and we're always going to be with you. Fuck, if we need to move to a forest somewhere to keep you comfortable, we will. This is a challenge we'll face together, and we have all agreed that it won't break us up.”

“But what if I'm not the woman you fell in love with?” You started choking a bit, your chest tightened. You hadn't ever thought the changes would seep into your “real” life, but now that the possibility was posed, it terrified you.

“People change and grow. We're going to change and grow with you, and if that means you're going to have a harem of sexy wifwolf babes, we'll do it.” You blew your nose into the tissue she handed you, and you looked up to see her on the verge of tears too. She pulled you into a hug and kissed you on the forehead.

She let you put your arm around her neck and pulled her in to kiss her. She's warm, and you could taste the salt of your tears mingling on your lips, but you were so relieved to know why she had been distant, to know that three other three were so deeply on your side, to have her in your arms again. You stayed wrapped together like that until Mia and Lari came in drunk and you had to carry them to bed. It was almost fun, the two of you tucking the others into bed like widdle babies. You loved seeing Alice smile at you like that.

You couldn't let anyone in your family be hurt. You swore to yourself you would make sure the wolf would never turn anyone else, and you decided to start looking into more sightings. Maybe Alice was onto something, so it would be a good idea to try and track down what started this whole clusterfuck.

***

The rest of the month went by, you almost lost track of time, but you felt a change come over your family three days before the full moon. A mix of excitement, anxiety, fear. The others started talking quietly again. You hoped it wasn't going to be like this forever. The day before, you had enough and told them. They looked at each other, clearly embarrassed, and promised to stop keeping secrets. You really hoped they were just getting anxious about the transformation, and you still held out hope that they'd reconsider. But then, you saw everyone's bags ready by the door when you got home from the bar early that morning. It was going to happen. The three people closest to you, your whole polycule, were going to spend another night with the Wolf. You sighed as you got ready for bed and climbed in to spoon Mia.

***

The evening before the moon has gotten almost routine. Hiding from the rangers, setting up your tracker and making sure everything is powered for the morning. Last month was unsettling, because of your very predictable panic about Mia and Lari, and the panic is back with force this time because Alice joined the party.

“It'll be fine,” Mia tried to reassure you. She’s already naked. Clearly not going anywhere. “You haven't hurt either of us–”

“Not counting the cuts still healing on your legs”

“We're going to be safe. We have food for you if you decide to get hungry, and we've got numbers. Now stop worrying. Go find a place for the shift, the sun's almost down.” She gives you a kiss on the cheek and swats your butt. Everyone's ready it seems. Your three girlfriends are all looking at you lovingly, the only clothing are Lari's collar and Alice's glasses. A lantern is hanging from a nearby tree, maybe so they can get to the supplies without fumbling in the dark.

The sun gets lower and you can feel the pull. You run, you don't want them to see the change. It's not pretty, you can tell by the pain, and there's nothing they could do to help you. So you go, you find another clearing, and collapse onto your hands and knees just as the Moon comes into view. It hurts only a bit at first, the way your veins feel pulled up to that pale white disk, but then you are overcome by the joy of being blessed by your mother.

Crack.

Snap.

Your bones are too big for your body.

Thicker than they were a moment ago, and slowly they grow longer, and soon they push through the weak pale flesh of the day. You feel it slide across your fur as your arms extend, as your legs break and bend and return to their lean, canine shape, paw pads growing out from toes, claws pushing aside nail beds.

You feel your tongue become too big for your mouth, pressed in on itself by flat teeth meant for grains clenched tightly against the changes wrought by the Moon. Your tongue relaxes as your jaw reaches out, it lolls out of your mouth as your teeth grow in size, in sharpness and in number. Your chest swells as your new lungs fill with sweet night air, and as the last bits of your day body evaporate on the breeze, you let out a howl. A month of waiting, and now you are free. Back on the island you are now thinking of as yours. You smell several choices for your prey, and…. there is the increasingly familiar scent of your mates. And now… a third. How large is your day self’s pack if more keep coming to serve you under the Moon?

You stalk towards the humans quietly in case the third is not, in fact, of your pack. Light in a clearing, they must be prepared. For what, you'll have to determine shortly. Circling the clearing, you ensure that no other humans are on the island, only those three in the clearing. Good. You can smell even from here that at least one has been anticipating your arrival with great desire.

You walk into the clearing, just outside their line of sight. Three make humans, one new to you. One is on the ground, the small pale one, Monilaria; it seems as though it is cleaning Mia between her dark legs. They prepare themselves to serve you so well. The third stands tall in front of Mia, holding her as she is cleaned. Paler than Monilaria, with hair that reminds you of the sea. You hear Mia whimper the word ‘Alice’ as her face is held close to the third’s breast.

You bark gently to get their attention, and all heads turn to you, even Monilaria moves so it can see you from between thighs. The teal haired one lets out a whistle, and walks carefully towards you. “Mia, you never said how beautiful she was.”

“What did you expect, Alice? It's still Ruth.” Mia stood up shakily from her kneeling position and followed ‘Alice’. Standing between the two of you, Mia introduced the new human: “Ruth, this is Alice. She's another one of our mates from the day. She was very excited to meet you.”

“How large is our pack that you can keep bringing more mates for me to enjoy?”

“Just us, sweetie,” Monilaria says as it joins the others. There's four of us, and we all wanted to meet you tonight, once we learned.”

“Had I kept it a secret that I was blessed by the Moon? Why did it take you so long to join me?” You drop to all fours and walk around Alice, sniffing her. Mia and Monilaria both move to let you examine her.

Mia answered, “You kept it secret for almost a year, Ruth.”

“I think you were afraid to hurt us,” Alice adds.

“There was nothing to fear, I must not truly understand the blessing when I'm under the sun. Perhaps I forget what gifts my mother gives me when it is full.” Alice smells of you and the other two, and the same strange skunk-like smell. Her body is soft, the patch of fur between her legs is a bright red, like the color of the rising sun; curious that the hair on her head is like the sea. “You smell ready, do you wish so badly to bear my pups?”

“I do want to know what it feels like, yes Ruth,” she says as she reaches out to touch your head. “Does your… does your mother want you to have puppies?”

“Yes, the Moon wants me to share its blessing as far as I can.” You rise to your full height on all four legs. Alice is just a bit taller than you. “If we can spread her blessing through litters, that is good. Otherwise,” you sit back and reach out a claw to stroke her face, “I can share the Moon's blessing with you all… directly.”

Fear turns the smell of their desire sour. None of them seem to want you to give them the blessing. Perhaps they don't understand, thinking that you will treat them like the deer, not that you will only make them wolves. No matter, you will have time to explain more. You promised yourself you would bless Mia after your first litter; you had best see how they were coming.

You walk towards Mia, the first of your daytime lovers to have seen you in your full glory. She smiles but it does not seem that it is meant entirely in innocence. You lick her face to greet her, then smell between her legs. Monilaria is not very good at cleaning it seems, as her thighs smell strongly of her desire. Unless it had been preparing her, not cleaning? Interesting.

What she does not smell of though, is pregnancy. You stand up on all fours again, she is almost exactly at eye level. “You are still not with pups. Is your body healthy? Did something happen to your womb?”

She reaches out to touch your snout. “It must not have worked last time either. With humans it often takes many, many tries to make a baby.” Then she returns month after month so you can keep trying. Such a devoted mate. You lick her face again, then rub your nose to hers.

“I am lucky to have a mate like you. Our pack will be so strong, once the first litter can hunt.”

You turn towards Monilaria, and Alice walks towards Mia and starts to pull on her hair, perhaps another grooming ritual. Monilaria looks up at you; even when standing on all four legs, it is still short enough for you to rest your head on it, which you do, as a greeting. It seems to enjoy that. “Did you come with child, Monilaria? You suggested it was possible last time.”

“No, Ruth baby, it didn't work. But that's not to say you shouldn't keep trying. I was waiting to see you like this again since you first knotted me.” It wraps its arms around your neck, barely touching each other. “We're gonna take such good care of you,” it whispers, then walks towards your rear, stroking your side as it walks. A hand strokes your scrotum, then starts to tease at the sheath around your cock. You harden beneath its grasp, your shaft pushing out into the warm night air.

“Are you so eager to be mounted?” you ask it, turning to see the other two walking towards you.

Alice responds for it instead: “We're so eager, Ruth. All of us.” Mia walks in front of you and kneels. Alice beckons and Monilaria follows. She stands behind the two kneeling humans, trying to look like she's in control. “These two have been talking the whole month about how good you were to them, I can't wait to see for myself what you can do.”

She strokes Monilaria’s head, and tells it to move forward. It crawls on its hands and knees beneath you and you feel a wet pressure on your cock. It is servicing you like it did last time, taking the shaft as Mia did. Its ministrations are pleasurable, but certainly not enough to make your knot swell. Alice then pulls on Mia's hair, pulled together like a tail, and she turns so she too is on her hands and knees, but facing away. “Would you like to take her, Ruth? Or do you want to let MoMo finish you first?” She moves closer and whispers loud enough to be heard by the girl beneath you, “I can make sure your knot in its mouth, make it keep its jaw wide open and its tongue wrapped around you while we wait for round two.”

“Does she wish to be taken?” Alice nods and gestures towards her.

“We're all here for you, love. But sometimes these two need… guidance in how best to serve someone. I help them, tell them what to do.”

“You think you are their master?” Your head turns. Your forepaw moves between your legs and you gently pull the small human, whimpering, off of your cock.

“I do, Ruth. They submit to me, because they are good little toys.”

“Your ideas are poisoned by living among humans,” you growl. “Every member of a pack is equal. All humans are as all humans. All wolves are as all wolves.” Monilaria is on its back, just in front of you. Mia turns her head so she can look. Alice looks concerned.

“Even if they ask to be treated like that?” You nod. Alice has such strange ideas. You must work to correct them. Why would a human choose to submit to another human? “And are all humans as all wolves?” she asks, timidly.

You shake your head. “No, for you are not yet beloved of the Moon. All humans are as all humans, and they are in service to all wolves. That is the way things ought to be.”

“But I thought you said the whole pack is equal?”

You step towards her, she steps back, but not half the distance you took in one stride. “Not you to me. You to them, yes. Any wolves to me, yes. But you are in this pack to serve the wolves.” You step forward again, she tries to step back but falls. You walk until you stand over her. “You are in the pack to serve me. You do not get to shift the tasks of serving the pack onto others. You must take your turn, Alice,” you snarl the last word. You scoop her up in your hand, wrapping both around her when you stand. She's taller than you on the ground, but when you stand on your hind legs she is only a little more than half your size. She squirms, but cannot escape your grasp. “You will carry my litter, just as Mia will. Let me remind you that she is not yours to command, but you are mine to do with as I wish.” You take the human and slowly push your tapered red flesh between her legs.

She starts to squeal, making noises that sound like “oh my god oh my god” which cuts off in a scream as she reaches the base of your shaft. There is less softness to her than to Mia, and so you can see her stomach stretch under the pressure of your penetration. Her forepaws grab yours, hoping for a moment to rest; she pants as you hold her perpendicular against you, her head falling back, sea-colored hair hanging like a wall of willow branches.

You stroke her belly along the outline of your cock, making her whimper again. You rumble out a laugh and ask her, “when have you last been used to serve our pack, little human?” She squeaks as you begin to move her slowly up an inch at a time, bringing her a few digit’s breath away before slowly pulling her back down towards you.

Mia comes to your side and puts a hand on your thigh; you glance down to see the girl, her eyes are wide, she cannot look away from the sight of the one who thought herself the master being punished for her boldness. “She and Lari slept together earlier this week, Ruth love. Alice let it top, but she held its leash. Lari likes to be a toy for the whole fam… for the whole pack.” As Mia told you more of the sexual dynamics of your pack, Alice’s whimpers turned to quick, concentrating breaths as you kept moving her along your shaft; your strokes grew longer but your pace remained slow and steady.

Monilaria walked to join Mia, but stood by the woman hanging off your cock. It put a hand on Alice's shoulder, which seemed to comfort the newest bitch. “Does she speak the truth, Monilaria? Do you desire the whole pack to treat you as a toy?” It nodded and began to stroke her hair. “And you, Mia, do you willingly submit to her?”

“We take turns. Alice always controls, Lari always submits, but we, that is you…you during the day and I take turns in either role.” How curious. It sounded so unlike you to choose to take orders from as frail a creature as you currently held impaled at you waist, but if the rest of your pack said it was so…

You pull Alice so she sits upright, her pillowy chest soft against your fur. She looks up at you, meeting your gaze for the first time since you hilted into her. “Do you understand that you come to this island to serve me?” She nods her head limply. “Do you understand the honor it is to serve a daughter of the Moon?” Her mouth hangs open, she gasps for air. “It means that no matter your desires during the day, tonight you are blessed for serving me. Other creatures are honored to be my prey, imagine how much greater it is that you have been chosen to bear my litter. Do you understand?” She nods. You wrap one arm around her to hold her in place and stroke her face gently with the pad of your thumb. “Do you think yourself worthy of receiving the Moon's blessing, Alice?” Her mouth moves, she tries to beg, ‘please.’ You put your thumb in her mouth and she begins to suck it. “I will be more generous than you truly deserve, Alice. I will breed you, I will tie my knot inside you, and then I will let you rest. You stepped out of line, but I see you now, I see contrition in your eyes. You will not pretend to be above your sisters in the pack again, will you?” Around your finger, she grunts “uh uh.”

Mia touches you again and says “that means she won't, Ruth.”

“Good girl, Alice. Despite this unpleasant first meeting, I can tell you will make a strong addition to the pack. Are you ready to receive the first blessing of the night, my new mate?” You take your thumb out of her mouth; there's a little blood on your claw, she must have pressed her tongue too hard against it. She gasps.

“Yes.”

You grasp her in both of your paws, sliding her all the way off your dick; it returns to sticking straight out in front of you and you let her rest on it as you walk towards a large tree. You feel the warm wet of her against the top, so much that it drips along the sides. Mia rushes to your side as you lift the pale bitch to the tip; she reaches out and slathers the clear goo Monilaria asks for before its breeding. Slick and hard, you can feel your knot will be ready to tie soon. Mia strokes you for a few moments before she rests a hand on Alice's chest, which seems to calm her. Alice nods, and then you lower her down to the base; you are careful that the bark does not hurt her unduly, she has learned her lesson. She will not overstep again. Your pack is strong and smart. Your harem is good and obedient.

The odd word floats into your mind, distracting you. The meaning is clear, multiple partners for one leader, but the idea is foreign to you. You're not sure why it came to you, but it seems accurate to your situation: you, the strong leader of a pack-to-be with three humans, gladly serving – and servicing – you. Perhaps it is an idea of hers, the human you are during the day.

You are brought out of your revelry by a tight squeeze around your penis. You had almost forgotten that you had a bitch you needed to break. Your hips begin to thrust, her hole tight and soft around you. Her whimpers are clearly no longer caused by pain but by pleasure. She rests her hands on your shoulders and pants in time with your thrusts. Lari joins you on your other side; it reaches up to hold Alice's hand as you rut into her. It places its other hand on her belly so it can feel you move, your member so much larger than the small humans’ bodies ever expected to take.

But take it they do. Willingly and joyfully, they take it.

Alice screams when she cums, you can feel her juices flow down your cock. The time is coming soon, you are getting ready to knot in her, to breed your third mate. She is so tight and warm, hot around you, she begs for you to continue, and you will; she will be unable to escape even if she wanted to. You push into her hard as your knot begins to swell, tying you in place inside her. Monilaria exclaims when it feels your knot inside her, it beckons Mia to feel too. The tuft of orange fur above Alice's entrance is so much further away from her body, your knot stretches her tight. You continue to thrust against her, tighter motions, as far as your bodies allow. Her screams are mixed agony and ecstasy, and you join her, howling to the moon as you release into her, filling her body with cum.

A new litter of pups, for sure.

You hold her against the tree for a minute more, then fall to your rump. She is still embedded on your knot, unable to separate from you. She pants desperately and then collapses to your chest.

“Thank you, Ruth” she whispers as she falls into sleep.

“Rest now, Alice. You'll be given more of me later,” you growl softly into her ear. She's already dead asleep when you say this, but it's as much to comfort Mia and Monilaria; they are clearly concerned for Alice. Perhaps they think you were too harsh? No matter, if they wish to challenge you they can try – and inevitably be put in their place.

They stand by you, the smell of lust coming from Mia, Monilaria clearly excited for the chance to mount – or be mounted. Alas, your knot is still swollen deep in Alice, and you cannot avail yourself of either of the other two. Although they can still serve you…

“To your knees, Mia” you bark. She looks briefly frightened, then drops to her knees in front of you. “Monilaria, show me how you take your pack-sister. Do not plant your litter in her, but I want to see what it looks like when you mate during the day.” The pale bitch looks at the kneeling one who nods to it. It takes hold of her shoulder and guides her face down so she is on all four paws, and then slowly they begin. She moans as the small bald tool pushes inside her, clearly it is skilled enough to make up for the lack of size. They begin to move together, Mia moaning as the wet slap of the aroused bottom against the hips of her top. You don't know for sure how long it will take for your knot to lessen, but you will have great entertainment while you wait, and you enjoy watching the pleasure on her face as Mia’s hole is kept ready for you. You know that you will be ready to make the next litter as soon as Alice is removed by what Mia starts to moan: “bless me.”

So they do know.

Holding Alice to your chest with one hand, you move to the rutting pair on the other three. “Do you understand what it means to share in the blessing of the Moon, my humans?”

Monilaria is panting as it fucks, its tongue lolling out like it's already a wolf. It is insensate and you doubt it heard your question, let alone understood. Mia, however, shakes her head no. As she places one hand between her legs and starts to breathe faster, she asks “tell me, Ruth.”

And so you do; you tell your one remaining coherent human of the love you feel from the Moon, of the need to share it, how that love is different for every animal. For deer, rabbits and other prey, they are blessed to sustain the Moon’s children. For wolves – your lesser cousins – that blessing comes as play or help in their hunt. For humans, there are choices. They can be prey, but that is the least blessing that can be given. The three around you have been chosen to receive the blessing of bearing your litters, and that you will give them each the Blessing as you have it after the first litter is born. You cannot tell if that excites her, as she cries out in pleasure as you speak to her.

Eventually, you can feel Alice's tightness weaken its grip around your womanhood. She groans as you lift her off your still-hard shaft and lay her down on the grass. Mia and Monilaria have kept you well entertained; changing positions, adjusting techniques, moving orifices while you spoke to them of the Moon’s blessing. When Alice is relieved of her duty, Monilaria is using its mouth to pleasure Mia's rear. The sweet-smelling hole that is Monilaria's ass is enticing, but you must first ensure the future of your pack. You pick up the small creature under its arms, eliciting a whimper of regret from Mia, which turns to a long, deep moan as you push your way into her. The light they brought for tonight makes for tremendous viewing; her dark skin is smooth and plump, you know any offspring you have with her will be beautiful, dark fur matching the flesh underneath. You enjoy the sonorous pleading from your mate as she begs you to fuck her senseless; it seems you've already fulfilled her wish, so now you've only to fulfill your duty with her. It is a great privilege for daughters of the sun to carry the litters of a daughter of the Moon, and a great pride for daughters of the Moon to take so many daughters of the sun into your mother's service. They will be blessed for this service, all three of them. You say this to them one more time then howl, full of lust.

Mia is insensate by the time your knot unties from her. A good breeding, it is a shame to end it, but there is always more to be done to honor your mother. Monilaria spent the last hour watching you stretch its sister's body, playing with its own cock, tiny as it is. You look to it, and ask “are you ready, my little toy?” It nods, awe clearly expressed on its face.

“Can I look at you while you fuck me, Ruth?” Monilaria asks in a pleading voice. You nod and it pulls its legs up revealing the single point of relief under the engorged cock. It pushes soft white clumps around the brown circle, using its fingers to push the melting “lube” into itself. “I'm ready, baby. I've been so excited to feel your – yesssssssss Ruth please”

You interrupt its speech by lining the pointed cock to your point of entry and sliding inside, so smooth you feel no resistance as you see the distortion of its belly made by your size. Monilaria is so small and seems so frail, but it clearly desires nothing more than to be filled by you, treated like a small rabbit for you to take out any frustrations, it is clearly far more durable than it seems. And you thank the Moon for giving you such an outlet. You howl again as you pound into the small human girl, its whimpers and tears no concern, for you know it is grateful to receive your blessing.

It grabs your chest, holding on tight to your fur. It screams as you distort the shape of its body with such ravenous desire. It begs you to stop, but you care not for its minor discomfort. It begs you to not stop, but you care not, for you never intended to stop. It thanks you as you feel its cock explode onto your belly. It does this twice before your knot swells, and twice more before you fill it with your own cum. It thanks you so gently when you finally extricate yourself from its ass. It kisses your nose and then falls asleep. Cum drips out of its hole. The small human is surely unable to bear a litter, but it so loves to try that you couldn't bear to deny it.

You have a good pack.

Mia is awake. She asks, “do you want to go again, my love?” You do. Your loins are still not empty; you can feel the pressure, barely reduced since the start of the night. You can tell the sun will rise soon, the air is getting lighter, so you must decide what to do with your remaining time. Another chance at a litter? Or more… recreation?

Alice is awake, too. She looks to Monilaria, seeing it sleeping peacefully. Mia joins her, and the two humans look at you. You are the leader of your pack, you are a powerful bitch who will sire powerful offspring.

You decide the night should end with recreation.

You drop to all four legs and stalk towards your mates. “There is time to knot once more. Which of you will be blessed a second time?” They look at each other, a silent conversation you do not understand. They share a kiss and Alice volunteers. Good. She has already learned her place.

She rolls as if for you to mount her from behind, but you stop her. “You suggested the use of your mouth, my mate. I wish to see how well that works. Come and let me knot one last time before my mother sets tonight.” She looks nervous, scared even, but she walks towards you. You stand over her and you feel the warm wetness of her mouth. You move forward, pushing deeper into her. “Help your sister,” you tell Mia. She walks over to her; you cannot tell exactly what the two girls do, but the mouth adjusts around you. You look to the side, and your see Mia’s legs and rear far enough away that you are sure it is the correct mouth on you.

And then you start to move.

Alice's throat is so tight, and it seems to try to resist your invasion, but to no avail. You move slowly at first, but gradually increase speed. Wet gagging comes from between your hind legs, and that seems to only add to your pleasure. She seemed so haughty at the start of the night, but now she knows that she serves you. She cannot deny that she is yours.

You keep your pace, her throat constructing around you, and it feels incredible. Mia is chanting calming sounds to your newest toy and you revel in the power you have over all three women. It is yours by right; you alone among your pack were blessed by the Moon, and taking your place above them is only natural. So you take your place deep in Alice's throat. It is luxurious.

And then your knot swells.

And she gags.

And you keep fucking your third bitch.

And you cum, flooding her throat. She will be so full.

You howl, and then you slump to your side, taking the girl with you. She can't leave you, you have her by the throat.

Mia tells you that Alice is breathing, that all is fine. Good, it would be such a waste to let her die like this.

Mia brings Monilaria to you, and it curls around you, inside your arms. Mia joins it, and you feel the warmth of their two bodies by your neck and the warmth of the third around your cock, struggling occasionally. It feels nice.

You fall asleep with your pack.

The Moon has given you a good night.

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You wake up surrounded by your girls. It's warm. The bed is oddly hard and lumpy but you're too sleepy to care.

Except…

You wake with a start, startling Alice off of your soft dick and you shake the others awake.

The sun is up, time to get ready to pack up and hide.

Except, you're not alone. There's a pair of boots you see as you try to get to your feet.

“Well, well, well. I was wondering how you had kept your secret so long, living in that city. You was pretty smart, using the island. Too bad I knew how to find you, lil puppy dog.”

You're all awake now.

You slowly look up to the face of the ranger. She's tall. Very tall. Dark blonde hair cut short, well built – stacked, even – a wicked grin, and a tattoo of a wolf on her forearm.

“Glad to meet you in the daylight, Ruth. Looks like your secret got out, though.”

You recognize her voice.

You had only heard it once before, but you definitely recognize her voice.

You last heard it in rural Virginia last October.

From the mouth of the wolf that bit you.

#my writing #transbian #trans nsft #nsft #smut #werewolf #that time of the month

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luimagines · 1 year

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How you doing? A cat snuck into the Walmart garden section so I had quite the encounter.

I think a cat would be still better off than a rabbit. XD

I'm doing ok! I just finished doing my midterm and I've been a writing a lot lately :D

So, my apologies for being a little MIA at the moment ^.^*

But I'm here to get started on asks now! So that's what the next few days will be filled with <3

#pinky replies #pinky answers #I'm almost done with all of the last batch!!!! I'm so excited!! I have like 9 left XD #there's going to take a while to write though #and even longer until they come out #but still #I'm almost there :D

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starrydixon · 7 months

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Heyyy...

I just want to apologize for how MIA I've been for the past few months! I know this post isn't related to most of the tags I've added (trust me I know how annoying that it) but I'm in need of some writing advice/help! 😩 So below the cut is a bit of an explanation of what I've been up to and where I’ve been writing wise <3

Everything kinda snowballed out of control when I started to get really bad writers block. Then I got covid (for the first time 🙃). Then another wave of writer's block/low motivation hit, and now I'm dealing with severe burnout.

Currently, I've been working on a request (slowly), and I feel horrible for how long it's been taking me to finish!!

I think a major reason as to why I'm having such a hard time writing at the moment is because I've been working over 40+ hours a week lately and the job in general just drains me mentally and physically after every shift. I love my job but it's just so hard to do anything except sleep and work. 😭

I really want this burnout to end, and I'm thinking that a way to do that is to write some short stories by using prompts for a little while?? I haven't really figured it out yet but I miss writing and creating so much!! 🥺

If you guys have any advice for me, want to submit prompts, quotes or themes to create drabbles with, or have any opinions about the potential drabbles, please let me know!! My inbox and private messages are always open!!

Thank you for understanding and for being patient with me, I love you guys so much!!💗❤️

#daryl dixon #daryl dixon fanfiction #daryl dixon x reader #daryl dixon x y/n #daryl dixon x you #the walking dead #twd #the walking dead fanfiction #twd fanfiction

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celestial-thoughts · 2 years

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"You have something beautiful inside of you.”

Fandom: WWE (set post Wrestlemania 36) Pairing(s): Shayna/Dakota Prompts used: "Cry, yell, whatever - I’m not gonna leave your side." + "Just let it all out." + "You have something beautiful inside of you. It’s hard for some people to tell, but it’s there."

Dakota knows that Shayna needs her space. Her career had been on such a good path until Wrestlemania. But all it took was one match to change everything. It doesn't help that Shayna had to essentially relive it all when it aired. Dakota is trying her best to comfort Shayna, but she's at a loss. There's not much else that she can do to help her, besides continuing to try to comfort her.

It's been three days since Wrestlemania 36 aired, and Shayna hasn't said more than a few words to anyone in the house. She knows that she's being a bitch, but she can't help it. It was a stupid mistake. If she had just thought a little faster, she would be the champion. She knows that if she tries to have an actual conversation with anyone in the house, she'll lash out and say something she'll regret. So instead, she opts for isolation. The most interaction she has with another person for three days is when she and Dakota make small talk about Dakota’s day as they get ready for bed each night.

Finally, on the fourth day, Dakota turns to Shayna, who is currently curled up on their bed, pretending to read a book. Dakota can tell she isn't actually reading, because she hasn't turned a page in the past 20 minutes. Dakota sighs. "Alright, I can't take this anymore," she says.

Shayna looks up from her book. "What are you talking about?" she asks.

"This," Dakota says, gesturing to Shayna. "What happened to you, Shayna?"

"You know what happened," Shayna says, trying to remember to breathe so she doesn't lash out at Dakota.

Dakota shakes her head. "You've lost matches before, Shayna. And you've never shut down like this. What happened?" Shayna looks down, and Dakota holds out her arms. "It's okay. You can talk to me."

Shayna hesitates for a moment. But Dakota’s sweet hazel eyes are enough to make her melt, and she lets herself fall into her arms. As soon as Dakota’s arms wrap around her, Shayna feels all of the emotions that have been building up for weeks spilling over, and she starts to cry.

"I'm sorry," Shayna manages to whimper through her tears. She hates his, hates how small and weak she feels. And she despises the fact that there's nothing she can do about it.

But Dakota just rubs her back soothingly. "Just let it all out," she says in a soft voice.

At one point, Dakota shifts on the bed and Shayna clings to her tightly. "Don't leave me," she says in a small, terrified voice.

"I'm not going anywhere," Dakota says reassuringly, pulling Shayna close to her. "Cry, yell, whatever - I’m not gonna leave your side."

Shayna isn't sure how long she cries. But eventually, the tears stop falling. Dakota keeps holding her, and Shayna melts into her arms. "I'm sorry," she says again, and Dakota can feel her heart break a little a how small Shayna's voice sounds.

"Shayna, you have nothing to apologize for," Dakota says softly, as she pulls Shayna closer to her and presses a kiss to her forehead.

Shayna shakes her head. "Yes I do," she says, arms wrapped around Dakota tightly. "I've been a bitch lately."

"You haven't been a bitch," Dakota says. "You've been hurting, and that's okay. But you don't have to push everyone away from you."

Shayna can feel the tears starting to form again. "I didn't think anyone would care about how I was feeling," she admits. "And I didn't want to lash out at anyone."

"First of all, no one would blame you for lashing out," Dakota says. "And Shayna, of course we care about how you're feeling," she says. "So many people care about you. Jess and Mia have been worried about you for days. If it weren't for the pandemic, Ronda would have flown out here to be with you."

"Really?" Shayna asks, surprised.

Dakota nods. "And I care about you. I care about you so much, and I just wanted to help you. I've seen you hurting. And I know life sucks right now, Shay. But this isn't the end of the road for you. I promise."

Shayna looks at Dakota. "How do you know?" she asks.

"Because I know you," Dakota says. "And I know that you won't let this stop you. No matter what anyone says, you are a special kind of human being. Not just in the ring or in the cage, but in life." She reaches out and tucks a stray piece of hair behind Shayna's ear. "I love you. Win or lose, champion or not."

"I don't know why you still love me," Shayna says, looking down at the blankets on the bed. "You deserve someone who can actually win a title."

Dakota lets out a small laugh, shaking her head in disbelief. "Shayna, look at me," she says. Shayna slowly lifts her head, locking eyes with Dakota. "You can win titles. I've seen you do it. But the love I have for you isn't based on whether or not you have a belt. It's based on the kind of person you are."

"And what kind of person is that?" Shayna asks quietly.

"Someone who is strong and brave. Someone who isn't afraid to say what she really thinks, and doesn't care what anyone else has to say about it. Someone who values loyalty and trust, and who will do anything for the people she cares about. And someone who will never go down without a fight, who never gives up." Dakota pauses, looking into Shayna's brown eyes. "You have something beautiful inside of you. It’s hard for some people to tell, but it’s there."

Shayna hugs Dakota close to her. "I love you," she says.

"I love you too," Dakota says. "No matter what happens, no matter how many times you win or lose. I'll always love you."

#wwe #wrestlemania 36 #wrestlemania #shayna baszler #dakota kai #shaykota #my writing

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fandomxpreferences · 1 year

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Hello Lovely!

I am so sorry, I've been so MIA as of late and have completely neglected checking out your fics. How has everything been? are you doing well?

Much Love x

Don’t apologize!! I don’t ever want y’all to feel like you have to explain yourselves to me! I’ve been doing okay, little sleep deprived but what’s new. I hope everything has been okay for you and I hope life is treating you well. My inbox is always open! ❤️❤️

#talk to me

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miss-lauryn-hill · 1 year

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Hi Tee! It's your psc secret santa here 👋 Sorry for being MIA the past week, I was busy with school and work and I'm feeling under the weather lately 🤧 I hope you had a great week though 🥰 This might be the last ask before I post your gift, but feel free to DM me afterwards 🤗

Here are some of my answers to my last ask for you without revealing too much of my identity 😉

1. How long have you been giffing and what got you started?

I've been giffing for roughly about 5 years. I've been running fan accounts on other platforms, giffing seems like a logical next step at that point, like I wanted to try something else. Also I feel you, those sets that I put the least effort into sometimes get the most notes it's kinda annoying. It really depends if you're giffing for a hit fandom at the time or a dead one.

2. What are your favourite shows/ movies you've seen from 2022 and what are your all time favourites?

Wednesday for sure. And with stranger things I finally understand how epic it is. For the longest time I was just watching because everyone else was.

I love gossip girl when I saw it the first time until shit went down (aka the ivy girl for me). I've tried rewatching it multiple times but I always got interrupted by something else. I think deep down I just don't want to rewatch the later seasons.

3. What is your personality/ personality type (enneagram/mbti/ anything you use)? What are your favourite and/or least favourite part(s) of your personality?

I'm type 9 too! A bit unusual for my mbti type. I don't give a shit about what people think as a kid, I don't follow social norms. When my friends pointed out that there're things they do because it's the social norm was when I realized such things exist (I was in middle school - high school). I don't like to do what's expected of me because how I live my life is my business. I think I toned that down a bit once I started working, because I realized how others think of you have a great impact on whether you succeed or not. Your own hard work literally makes such little difference.

My least favourite part is the completely opposite of yours, I talk too little. For the most part, I don't mind it, I love it actually. But when certain times it's necessary I just stood there in silence and I can tell it's really awkward for the other party. And like overall, Idk how to express my feelings and I don't feel comfortable complimenting others irl even though I'm admiring the other person or their work etc. I think it's partly because of my personality and partly because of the culture I grew up in.

4. Favourite subject(s) in school or just favourite activities you like to do in general?

Favourite subject is physics. I like to do/ try all sort of art related stuff. Giffing is a big part of that. I draw when I have time/ inspiration. I don't like to push myself to do it just to get better at it, because at that point it becomes like work instead of fun.

5. What is your dream job/ occupation if you don't have to worry about anything, like paying rent or whether they would hire you or what would your parents/ others think that kind of stuff? 🤣

Being a physicist was my "unrealistic" dream, being a doctor was my "realistic" dream. Jokes on me, I became neither. At this point in life, I just hope I'll get a PhD someday 🤞

Here are some more asks for you:

1. What is your favourite Christmas movie?/ Any movies you watch every Christmas?

2. Do you like doing something new or sticking to traditions when it comes to celebrating holidays?

3. Any shows/ movies Tumblr got you hooked on?

4. Would you rather be a child, an adult or an old person? And why?

5. What are the hard truths you've learnt once you started working?

Happy holidays, Tee! 🎄

oh no apologies necessary. i understand that you have a life outside of this whole gif making thing. add in school and work? i hate that for you and am sorry to hear that you were sick. i hope you are feeling better. if not vicks on your feet and put fuzzy socks on. i know that sounds weird but it works 🤣 & we’re mutuals now as far as i’m concerned 😌

so wednesday is actually worth the hype? 👀 i want to get into stranger things so bad but i cannot do scary stuff. the content that fandom makes is insane though.

yeah gossip girl only has one good season. and by the time ivy comes in i just mentally check out. the thanksgiving episode however will always be iconic.

your #3? now that was a word. however it always helps to remember that everyone needs a compliment every now and then. i still think about the random girl that came up to me just to tell me that she liked my braids and asked me what nail polish i was wearing and that was years ago. but i understand the culture thing. how we’re raised sticks with us good and bad.

physics? now that’s interesting. that’s my cousin’s major! and he creates some off the wall shit. so i am looking forward to going through your creation tag.

you’ll get that PhD for sure.

now these are some questions! i like where your heads at.

1. my favorite christmas movie is unaccompanied minors. i used to fly a lot as a kid and i wanted to do all of that so bad 😂 the movie i always watch are last holiday and this christmas.

2. both! the only traditions my family sticks to is food and gifts. the food changes sometimes. like one year we’ll stick to the basics but the next we’ll do a different type of food. like this year we’re doing traditional but last year we had butter chicken, naan, etc. we always travel but since covid we haven’t gone outside of the states. even this year we didn’t want to go anywhere for real. but we don’t really plan to leave the house like that. we always play games. mainly spades even though that game is more dangerous than uno and monopoly combined.

3. tumblr got me into teen wolf. a mutual got me heavily invested in kastle (daredevil/the punisher) and willabeth (pirates of the caribbean) and now everyone is out to get me with stranger things. i followed someone because of this lady gaga set and now i ship edmancy i think that’s the name by proxy.

4. an adult. i miss certain things about being a kid like no bills but i can literally do whatever i want now. like if i want to go to 6flags then i can do that. if i want to stay up all night watching cartoons and eating ice cream i can do that too. being old doesn’t sound bad tbh. my grandma and aunties go on cruises all the time. they also say and do whatever they want and they’re all in their 60s-80s. they say wild shit all of the time like it’s nothing. like old people do not care. i’m looking forward to that.

5. the same as you did going by your #3 answer. your actual work is only a small factor in the workplace. the connections that you have with people is what gets you farther and while that’s bullshit it’s understandable. no one likes to work with someone that’s closed off and rude no matter how good they are at their job. i just know that it sucks for people that aren’t able to open up right away. like this one co worker of mine didn’t open up until she handed in her two weeks notice. she was so quiet and we all thought she didn’t like us but on her last days she started talking more. someone asked her why she wasn’t always like this and she just goes “yeah i didn’t want to risk saying something and having everyone not like me. you can’t be ugly and have no personality you have to pick a struggle.” like girl 😭😭😭 she comes out with us now too.

now i have to ask if we’re mutuals or if i at the very least follow you already friend cause you have not once asked me what i wanted. so i feel like i’m either constantly in your notifications so as soon as you got me you already knew what to make. OR you came to blog on a day where i was just reblogging one type of media and dubbed me as the horse girl or some shit.

Happy Holidays to you too! 🎄🥰

#psc secret santa anon

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timetravelassasin · 2 years

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Can I love you?

Summary: You tell Jason how you truly feel.

A/N: Hello my lovelies I know I have been MIA for a while and I want to apologize for that. I've been going thru something and just not been feeling up to doing anything. I hope you guys like this one.

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You had met him at a bookstore and fell in love with him at first sight. At first he was rather mysterious about himself and hardly let you in. It took a while for you to break any of his walls and when you did he became someone special to you.

"Hey Y/N, wanna go to Batburger," he asked, walking into your apartment.

"Sure, let me just get ready," you said, getting off your sofa and heading to your room.

You quickly changed into a pair of shorts and a loose off the shoulder sweater before slipping on your shoes and grabbing your bag. You made sure to tie your hair up before walking to the living room.

"Let's go," he said, taking your hand in his and pulling you out the apartment.

You had noticed that Jason had started to become more affectionate in the littlest of ways. It didn't bother you mostly because it brought you comfort. You hadn't realized that you were already at the restaurant and sitting in your favorite booth.

"Ah Jason, Y/N will it be the regular today," the waitress, Darleene asked.

"Yes, please," you smiled.

"Thanks, Daleene," Jason said as she walked to the kitchen.

"So, what brought this on," you asked, holding your head up with your right arm.

"What I can't take my favorite girl out for some food," he answered with a grin.

"Jay, I haven't seen you in weeks and have barely gotten a response from any of my texts," you sighed, leaning back on the booth.

"Yeah, um sorry about that," he said, scratching his chin.

The food and drinks arrived before he could say anything else. He was quiet for a while and gave you little smiles here and there. You didn't know if you wanted to be upset at him for ignoring you or just kiss him. He started the small talk basically what had you been up to and how was work. He always worried about you being alone in Gotham without him around. In the end like usual Jason paid for the food and left a tip not even giving you a chance to pay for your own. He walked you home in silence. His hand brushed yours every now and then and it killed you not to take his in yours and just hold him.

"Do you want to come in and stay for a while," you asked, playing with your fingers.

"Um, sure, do you still got those amazing cookies from last time," he said, walking into your apartment.

"Yeah, in the usual place," you chuckled as you watched him head straight to the kitchen.

"Do you want something to drink," you asked, walking to the fridge.

"Water is fine," he said, opening the box of the coconut delights you would always buy from kids selling them.

You smiled as you took out a bottle of water for him and for yourself. You place the water on the counter and took a seat on the stool. The bottle was cool in your hands as you played with it.

"So are you gonna tell me why you have been avoiding me," you asked, looking at the bottle in your hands.

"Y/N, I didn't mean to avoid you. Things have just been rather difficult lately. I didn't want to burden you with it," he sighed.

"Jay, I will always be here for you as well as listen to every little thing you have to say," you said, still not looking at him.

"It was about you Y/N," he said, walking up to you.

"It was about how I have been around you," he said, turning you to face him.

"Did I do something wrong," you asked, head still down.

"Love you did nothing wrong. I just didn't know how to express these feelings I have for you and it's killing me. I just need to know one thing," he said, his hand holding your chin up to look at him.

"What is it," you asked, looking into his blue eyes.

"I...I have always been bad at this stuff and it has always been hard for me. What I feel for you drives me insane and the thought of you not with me kills me. Y/N, I am in love with you and have since the day I first saw you. I don't want to lose you," he answered, moving his hands to your cheeks.

"Really, I have been in love with you since the first time I saw you too. I thought you didn't feel the same way so I tried to hide my feelings," you chuckled up at him.

"Y/N, Can I love you," he asked, moving his lips over yours.

"Yes, you can," you answered.

He smirked as he moved in and pressed his lips to yours. He smiled thru the kiss as he lifted you up in his arms and twirled you around. He finally felt at ease knowing that you were his.

#timetravelassasin fics #jason todd x reader #jason bateman #jason todd

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damiano-mylove · 3 years

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Movie Night

Pairing: Damiano David x fem!reader

Wc: 2.6k (sorry)

Cw(s): SMUT, bit of angst, swearing ofc, long for some reason, begging, not proof read

*Masterlist*

Work is a healthy habit to get into - to a certain extent. If you work to avoid your problems, that's not particularly one of the most healthy things to do. The only problem working can fix is if you're poor, but really minimum wage doesn't fix that either.

But your Damiano wasn't poor, he wasn't being paid minimum wage. You knew how much he loved working on music with his friends, but he was barely home and you missed him. Being without Damiano almost felt like being without your left arm - especially since it had been so abrupt, going from him spending a few hours writing, to spending almost a full day in the studio.

Tonight was supposed to be movie night. That Damiano had suggested. To make up for lost time.

So, you found yourself, alone, on your velvet red couch, watching Alice in Wonderland, with your cat on your lap. His purrs filled whatever wavelengths were left empty by the film, but you didn't mind that at all. Your fingers found their way into his incredibly soft fur, which felt like silk between those fingers of yours.

The clock soon struck midnight, and the film hit the end credits soon after. Damiano was still not home from the studio, which almost worried you. Almost. In the earlier days of him spending all of his time at Vic's for writing or in the studio, you had thought he'd run off with someone else. You woke up the next morning with him next to you, but that never really put that specific worry to rest.

"Romeo, Baby," you whispered to the silver tabby cat on your lap. He flicked his tail to let you know he heard you. "Dad's not home yet and I'm tired, we gotta go to bed. C'mon." Romeo only lifted his head to lay his grass green eyes on you once you stopped scratching his neck. You smiled to him, though his eyes didn't return it. "You've got half a minute before I move your furry tush."

To no one's surprise, Romeo took more than half a minute so you picked him up like a baby over your shoulder. Your palm cradled his soft feet. Like the lazy cat he was, Romeo fell back asleep on your shoulder on your short walk to your bedroom that you shared with the one and only, Damiano. He used to be a god to you, but now he was basically a roommate who you shared a kiss with every once in a while.

With Romeo asleep on the bed before you finished putting on pyjamas, you slunk off to brush your teeth. The door unlocked. Your heavy eyes cast unto the clock on the wall which read nearly half midnight.

Damiano came in like a whisper in the wind, save for the closet opening so he could deposit his coat. Shaking you head, you just finished brushing your teeth. Your mouth felt dry even though you'd just rinsed it with water.

"Cara mia," Damiano purred once his eyes caught your figure in the lamp light from the bedroom. You smiled at him and went into the bedroom to curl up with your cat and go to sleep. You had work in the morning and customers didn't appreciate workers who look like sleep-deprived zombies.

This was the first time in a long time that you didn't immediately greet him once he came through the door. So Damiano could sense a shift in the mood of the flat; really, he felt it as soon as he walked in and smelt chocolate and strong tea.

His footsteps never gave away where he was, but you could feel his presence enter the room. The bed dipped on the end just as Romeo curled further into you. When Damiano's hand held your ankle, Romeo let out a soft meow.

"What's wrong, Amore?"

"Did you forget or did you do it on purpose?" You immediately sat up as you asked the question. You were tired and to act like it was fine just wasn't in the cards tonight. Damiano's eyebrows drew together. You began to nod. "Movie night? You said you'd come home early to watch a film with us."

Damiano's face darkened in realization. You pursed your lip balm coated lips. Even Romeo could sense the tension and decided to stand up and sit square on your thighs, facing your boyfriend as if to protect you. Damiano looked to his hands which rested in his lap.

After a second, he said, "I-I thought that was tomorrow."

"Tonight was Tuesday night, now it's Wednesday morning," you muttered. Your fingers found the reassuring warmth of Romeo's fur once again and Romeo let out a rather sad sounding meow. "Oh, Romeo, don't worry. Dad just has to tell us he's sorry then we can sleep."

Both you and your cat looked to your boyfriend with tired but expectant eyes. Damiano's eyes never tore from his hands. Then it was like he was speaking to himself. "I was going to buy you flowers. And let you pick the film. And you were supposed to fall asleep on my shoulder, on the couch."

"It's okay, Dami, it's just a movie night," you told him. But your conscience caught you before you continued. Why the fuck were you reassuring him when he was the one who fucked up? Tell you that he'll be home in time for a sort of date night, then skip out. "We'll do it another night, it's all good."

"It's not all good, Y/n." One thing you could agree on tonight, though you'd never say that out loud. Finally, Damiano lifted his eyes from his soft hands. You noticed his eyes shimmer in the lamplight. "I really fucked up your night and for no good reason. I'm really sorry."

Leaning forward, you patted his arm. "Forgiven. We're adults and life gets in the way of romance."

"Not always, and not for us. I'm supposed to be the best boyfriend in the world but I've barely been a boyfriend to you at all lately, and I apologize." His words were stringing together faster in faster as he kept trying to keep his tears at bay. "It's just with the new album and everything, I'm finding out how shitty I am at balancing my life." Damiano came closer to you, holding your hand that once held his arm. "How can I make it up to you, Y/n? You're the love of my life and I don't want us to fizzle out."

For some reason, a little chuckle escaped your lips. His passion for you warmed your heart as you caught a glimpse of how you first had your heart captured by the man sitting before you. The light glittered in your eyes, for Damiano and Damiano alone. "We're not going to fizzle out over one missed movie night."

"Yes, but I've missed many of our nights, whether we made plans for them or not," Damiano rebutted. Your lips pressed together in a flat line. There was a certain ounce of truth to that statement. Damiano pressed a kiss to the back of your hand without maintaining eye contact. "Cara mia, nights are for the lovers, and I seem to have forgotten that."

His warm breath tickled the back of your hand just before his pressed more kisses to the back of your hand, then wrist, then fingers.

Sensing the warming room, Romeo left your lap. He threw you a final glance, seeming like he was making sure you didn't need him in the room to which you slightly nodded at the tabby. Romeo turned on his paws and left the room - leaving two starry-eyed partners who were still most ardently in love.

Without another word, you joined your lips with Damiano's. It had been a long while since a kiss such as this one had occurred. In the place of the usual passing kisses, this one made the love shared prominent. This kiss felt as if your Damiano was once again yours and totally yours; not as if he ever wasn't, but this was a much needed reminder of that.

Holding your face in his large hands, Damiano deepened the kiss by turning his head ever-so slightly. His tongue slid into your mouth with a passionate fervour. There was no battle for dominance, but a mutual exploration of each other's mouths.

Damiano tenderly laid you down against the pillows on your side of the bed, though his lips parted from yours which was an unhappy fate. "Do you want to go further, Cara mia? I know this doesn't equal forgiveness."

"I've never wanted anything more, Dami, my sweetest love," you promised him. Damiano smiled at your admission. He began to place gentle, loving kisses to your neck. "Only if you want to."

"Oh, trust me." Damiano nipped your collarbone, resulting in a yelp from you. You could feel his smirk against your warming skin. "I want to."

Damiano's bites roamed the skin of your chest that your tank top allowed, before you sat up to take it off. Your fingers found Damiano's soft hair as he left sloppy, wet kissed all over your now exposed chest. A bitten back moan escaped your mouth just as his tongue began to circle the tender skin of your nipple, making your back arch into the man above you.

This was an admission of your pleasure, so Damiano's mouth fully encircled your nipple as his hand that once caressed your hip, now cupped your other breast. His warm palm massaged you firmly, having Damiano's name fall from your lips. It had been a while since he'd touched you like this, with such care and attention. Every fiber of Damiano's being was now focused on making his love for you known.

When his warm mouth left your breast to be exposed to the chill of the room, his teeth grazed your sensitive nipple, having goosebumps multiply on your skin at a sky high rate. His mouth then was turned to your other breast as his other hand twisted and pinched the exposed nipple.

Your hands began trying to get his deep red shirt off, to bring his warmth to you. But before Damiano would let you have what you wanted most, he bit the sweet spot beneath your boob, no doubt leaving a mark that would be apparent the next day.

As Damiano leaned up to pull his shirt over his head, you nearly melted underneath him. His hair was already beginning to become delightfully fucked up and the look in his eye was absolutely dark. The look he gave you before joining your lips once again was full of love, accompanied by lust and desire. Damiano slid off his tight leather trousers while he was at it, allowing you to palm him through his briefs.

The kiss shared was now hungry and feverish. The nails of the unoccupied hand scratched down his back, resulting Damiano bucking his hips into your hand. You removed it, which finally gave you the glorious friction that you so completely craved. Damiano no doubt sensed this as he grabbed the back of your thigh as he continued to grind right into the thin layer that separated you both.

"Damiano, please," you nearly cried. The chuckle that came from Damiano was low and only made your panties become even more wet.

"Please what?"

"You know what I mean." He was killing you. Once the words left your lips, Damiano ground his hips into you again. "Fuck me. Fuck me, please. Please."

"See, was that so hard, Amore?" Damiano purred as he lowered the waistband of your pyjama bottoms. He threw them somewhere in the room before pressing his index finger against your clit. You tried to pull him in for a kiss, but Damiano resisted. "Ah, ah, I want to see just how much I effect you."

"You're the fucking-wow-devil himself."

Damiano's laugh bordered upon an evil one. "You love me."

"I love you, I love you so fucking much," you moaned. Damiano smiled as he lowered your grey panties. Those were discarded somewhere along with your pyjama bottoms, but you couldn't give half a fuck because Damiano's perfectly manicured finger found it's way inside of you. You bucked against his hand, making Damiano laugh.

His finger drew circles inside of you while his thumb still played with your clit. God, Damiano was so much better than your own fingers. Without a warning, another finger was added, making a sort of porn-esque moan leave you. Damiano groaned at the sound as well as the sight in front of him. Even his dreams of you weren't as good as this.

It wasn't as if he could help himself from leaning down once again and attaching his mouth to your erect nipple. Your eyes crossed at three parts of your body were on fire with immense pleasure. The flames of rapture enveloped most of your body, even your soul.

"I'm-m-m gonna cum," you cried out. Damiano smiled against your breast as his fingers began going faster. "No, no, let me cum on your cock." Damiano looked up at you with a bit of surprise. You'd never said something like that without prompt.

The needy look that painted your face was all Damiano had to see before he complied. His briefs were off in the blink of an eye and he began to pump himself just to prepare. Your legs were spread wide as you could already feel yourself drip onto the sheets below which made Damiano groan with barred teeth.

He lined himself up with your entrance and gave you one final questioning look. You nodded adamantly before he pushed himself through your folds.

Truly, you could feel your soul ascend as you remembered just how big he was. You big your lip so hard you nearly broke skin while Damiano hissed an intake of breath. He came down to your lips to taste your minty mouth just as his hips began rocking into you, first at a slow pace, then began to get closer.

Damiano's hips snapped into yours quickly, and the sound of smacking skin filled the room, along with the scent of sex and sweat. The combination of both of your moans filled each other's mouths. The bedroom was incredibly hot but somehow you were in a cold sweat, save for where your body joined with Damiano's in sweet harmony.

"Fuck, Y/n, you're so fucking tight," Damiano huffed. You clenched around his cock, only making Damiano cry out with pleasure. Your nails drew down his back, clinging him closer and closer to you with every thrust against your g-spot. Tears brimmed your eyes as a knot formed in the lower part of your stomach.

"Soon, I'm cumming soon."

"Cum on my cock, Baby, just like you want."

You could tell his thrusts were getting sloppy because he was closing in on his release as well. But you couldn't help but cum first as the knot suddenly exploded within you.

Your walls spasmed against Damiano as your release washed over you. Your legs tingled and your toes went a bit numb. Damiano then hit in you a few more times before his own seed seeped into you. It was warm and you felt incredibly full as Damiano stayed within you for an extra few seconds, before falling next to you.

"I know you said this wouldn't equal forgiveness but I'm feeling very forgiving," you sighed. Damiano chuckled and looked over at you. Your skin glowed in orgasmic radiance and your hair was completely fucked out. Damiano's heart swelled at the sight and he couldn't help but kiss you again.

He cleaned you both up after, with a warm wash cloth, and got you new pyjamas. Romeo reentered the room once the sex smell was gone and you were in Damiano's arms once again. Your cat curled between both of you in the dead of night, like the beginnings of a family.

Damiano came home Wednesday afternoon with a massive bouquet that must have cost a pretty pence, a box of Belgian chocolate and a bag of cat treats. It seemed a movie night was in order.

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