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synopsis: the faerie world is no place for a human to be
notes: honestly, i’ve been reading the folk of the air series by holly black and just couldn’t get it out of my mind bye
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You mentally cursed yourself. You always found yourself in this situation.
Bound on the dirt ground, snickers and laughter echoed through the forest dome. The berries around your neck did little protecting to the faeries’s tricks and jokes. And you always found yourself as the punchline.
Being a human in the fae world was full of beautiful, lavishing danger. You knew this world was no good for you; the glamour, the beauty, and the intoxicating pull that keeps you close. You were vulnerable to all of it. And yet, you couldn’t stay away. It was so intoxicating, addicting.
“The dirt fits you.” A dashingly, devious voice spoke, laughter bubbling in his throat, “After all, it’s where your kind are born to end.”
Looking up through your lashes, you drowned in indigo hues. Scaramouche was the most gorgeous faerie that you ever laid your mortal eyes upon. Pearly, iridescent fangs taunted into a smirk that paired perfectly with the rioting look in his eyes.
Ever since you stumbled upon the faerie world —who would have guessed that stump would move?— his undying attention was sewn into messing with you. Most of his tricks were harmless, but he always had a sharp tongue. His words, edged like knives, were his worst weapons against you.
But you never faltered. Your eyes only turned into a glare as you stared up at him. You slowly lifted yourself until you were sitting comfortably. Then you dusted yourself off, purposely tossing the grains towards his shoes.
“Actually, all of my family is cremated.” You tsked, keeping your deep gaze to the fae before you.
His smirk fell, tying and twisting into a scowl. You always seemed to get on his nerves. You always seemed to slither below his skin. And he let you.
“Would you like me to reunite you?” He scoffed, taking a few small steps towards you.
You used to flinch. You used to cower away. You used to stumble over your feet at you ran away.
But not anymore. You stood your ground.
Pushing yourself up from the dirt, fist clenched, you remained eye contact.
“You wouldn’t dare.” You sneered, taking a few steps to match his. “You don’t have it in you to kill me.” You hoped you were right.
There was a flash in his eyes before he closed the distance, chests pressed together. Scaramouche’s hand flew towards your hair and grabbed a handful, tugging harshly. A hiss of pain pried your lips open.
“Just look at you.” He cooed, “I could crush your mortal head with just one squeeze.”
Tears pooled at the corners of your eyes, the pain growing with each tug of a strand connected to your scalp. You hoped he couldn’t feel your body trembling against his.
But he could.
The fear your face morphed into had his movements vaulting. There was a hitch of his breath as a race of tears battled down your cheeks. Within a breath, his grip on your hair vanished.
You felt your head lull forward as the locks fell back into place. Shock consumed you, swallowing you whole. You dared not to look back at the fae, but temptation was a dastardly thing.
Peeking through your thoughts, you scanned the devious fae. His eyes were wide, filled with confusion and shock, but only for a brief moment.
“W-What are you crying for, ya baby?” He choked out, quickly taking a few steps back and crossing his arms. He wouldn’t look at you.
You were quick to defend yourself as you jumped up, “I’m not crying!”
He didn’t reply. Instead, he reached inside of his pocket and withdrew a lilac handkerchief. Scaramouche outstretched it towards you, a creeping blush rampaging his pointed ears and graceful cheeks.
He cleared his throat and spared you a quick glance.
“Clean yourself up.”
Once you didn’t reach to take the soft fabric, he lightly placed it atop your head. Heat engulfed your cheekbones into flames and you couldn’t help the way your eyes followed his movements in wonder.
Your fingers grasped the handkerchief tightly and hugged it to your chest. He watched you expectantly, waiting. Then slowly, you lifted it towards your face and lightly brushed the dried up tears.
Satisfied, he turned and began to descent further into the forest. Footsteps echoed through your ears as he crunches through leafs and branches. And you just watched him leave, holding tightly onto the handkerchief.
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cw/tw: modern! au, fluff, could be seen as platonic
synopsis: scouring through a grocery store, what better place to be than the cart?
notes: all I can think about are yandere writing so I desperately needed to do something else hehe anyway pls enjoy, requests are open 💕
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“Push me.”
The busy hustle and bustle of the rampant shopping center seemed to halt, and all Xiao could focus on was you.
His golden, sunflower eyes watched as you folded yourself into the crevices of the shopping cart. There was a giddy smile that lingered across your lips and it was almost contagious. Your knees pressed to your chest, back pressed all the way to the front of the cart, so you were facing Xiao.
“Must I?” Xiao mused, his tone of voice flat and powered by a sigh.
His words, however, never seemed to match with his actions as his hands were already gripping onto the handle of the cart. There was a speckle of pink dusting his ears and cheeks and he did his best to avoid eye contact.
Within moments, he was pushing you through isles. With each squeak of the rackety wheels, your grin grew even bigger. Knuckles bearing the strength of his grip, embarrassment washed over him.
You just wouldn’t stop staring at him. You couldn’t help it: he was so pretty. Every speck of Xiao was perfect and you weren’t sure if you would find anyone else like him— not that you were looking.
Doing his best to hide his smile into a scowl, his eyes bore into you, “Why are you just staring?”
You only lightly shook your head but your smile remained. You never really needed a reason to stare at him, but if he wanted one, you’d give it.
A hum rose to your throat, fueling the next words you spoke.
“I love you.”
There was a slight widen of his eyes as he listened to your confession but he was quick to recover. The grip on the handle loosened and he grabbed the first item he seen in this isle, a bag of chips. Tossing it in your direction, you were in the cart after all, he adverted his attention away from you.
His cheeks grew more flames, and he could have sworn he was starting to sweat, “Let’s just hurry up.”
His fingers ruffled through his hair, trying to give himself just a little bit of coverage. But there was no way you were ever going to forget that small smile that graced his lips as he continued pushing you in the cart.
Notes: the way this man holds a choke hold on me 😩 requests are open
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You weren’t going to question your therapist when he said he had a new exercise to try out that could do wonders on your progress. You weren’t going to question your therapist as he set up this activity at his home, when he was sure his roommate would be out. And you weren’t going to question your therapist when he walked you through his home and the pressure of just the two of you weighed heavily on you.
Alhaitham was a cunning, intelligent man. He knew the inside and out of the human cognitive mind and was the perfect match for all of your unworked trauma. But there was something else that drew you to Alhaitham rather than other therapists, and you couldn’t quite place your finger on it. It could have been his button up shirt that was just slightly too tight at his chest and left little to the imagination. Or maybe it was the way he would man spread into his seat as his eyes seared right into you.
“I’ve been reading up on some new therapy exercises I wanted to try with you.” Alhaitham started, leading you into a spacious room. It looked recently tidy. “Have you seen anything for massage therapy?”
You could feel your heart beat start to quicken. Massage therapy? Sure, but for physical therapy, which you did not sign up for. Alhaitham must have read the thoughts all over your face as he was quick to explain.
“When one’s muscles are too tight and tense, it tends to lead to damage of the nerves.” Alhaitham was totally speaking out of his ass, but with his confidence and straight face, who were you to disbelieve him?
You let out a hum in agreement. After all, your therapist has been amazing to you so far, you didn’t see a problem with trying it out. Who knows, maybe this was just what you needed to help you work through some things.
Alhaitham had already cleared a spot for you to resign, but you definitely took notice that it was a bed big enough for the two of you. If you couldn’t hear your heart beat before, you definitely could now as it banged around your rib cage like an animal in captive.
You positioned your body as comfortably as you could, you were quite stiff and nervous after all. You had shrugged off your jacket and placed it to the side, leaving you in just a t shirt and your usual jeans.
“Just relax.” Alhaitham breathed out.
He had given you room to get comfortable on your own, and in your own time. For his plan to work, you also had to be willing to go along with his plan. He had been standing over at the light switch and when you were finally in place, he dimmed the lights.
You automatically took notice, but couldn’t deny the calming nature of the now soft light. Next you could notice a faint smell of vanilla, there had to be some kind of candle burning somewhere.
“The environment also affects this exercise.” Alhaitham spoke, finally making his way to where you were, “The dim lighting and pleasant aroma are both very important for setting a mood.”
He once again told you to relax and positioned himself beside you. Slowly, but steadily, he began pressing his fingers into your upper back. He did it in sessions, starting out softer to ease you into it before he added your pressure into your tight muscles. And did it do wonders.
Quiet moans slipped past your lips as the tension in your muscles started to cease. You had no clue Alhaitham was so good with his hands.
A faint smirk crossed Alhaitham features as he felt your body begin to relax. His plan was going so much smoother than he anticipated. Of course he anticipated every possibility that could occur during his operation, but he hadn’t planned on loving those soft moans so much. And he wanted more.
Slowly, as he massaged your muscles, his hands began a decent down your back. A few pops and cracks of your spine ensured as he kept his pressure. His eyes watched your features, searching for any notice of alarm. When there were none, he continued.
Leaving one hand on your back, his other travelled down to your ass. He just couldn’t help it. All these months of you being his patient, he built up so many pent up desires. At first, he thought he may have been sick, but as you continued to visit him, he knew what he was feeling for you was lust.
His large hand grabbed hold of one your cheeks, massaging it into his palm. He could feel himself getting hard and wished he had asked you to remove your clothing for skin to skin massage. He held off a groan as the hand on your back slipped under your shirt, finally touching your bare skin.
A soft gasp left your lips as his warm fingertips touched your now relaxed body. It just felt so nice to be touched by Alhaitham, no matter how unprofessional it was. You began to pant at the thought and your body began to heat up, wanting nothing more than for him to ravish you.
“Your skin feels warm.” He murmured, his hand at your ass moving to help his other hand lift your shirt more. Within a blink of an eye, it was gone.
Shuffling your body to look at your therapist, you body continued to heat up. You thought about stopping this, and just running out of there. But there was always something that drew you to Alhaitham and you were sure this was the way to find out what.
“Tell me to stop.” Alhaitham mumbled, dark eyes set on your figure. It was almost like he was begging, unsure of what he would actually do.
But you didn’t.
Instead you lifted shaky fingers and drug them to his belt. Burning cheeks and sparkling eyes, you watched Alhaitham’s expression as you slid his pants down. He was unwavering. You were worried you had read him wrong until his hand threw around your throat.
Shock filled your eyes but it didn’t last long before he smashed his lips onto yours, teeth crashing and tongues fighting. With each assault to your mouth, the hand around your throat squeezed and it sent sensations throughout your body.
“Please..” you barely gasped out as his lips pulled away.
The grip around your throat began to loosen, but kept a strong hold. You had never seen Alhaitham look so pretty, with swollen lips and that dark look in his eyes. It made you crazy.
“I didn’t quite get that.” He taunted, “I didn’t think you were in a position to ask me for things.”
His free hand trailed your shirtless body, memorizing every nook and cranny with his fingertips. Your skin just felt so soft and soothing against his callused hands.
He played with the hem of your waistband and your hips began to wiggle. You so desperately wanted for him to touch you. You never ached so much for a single touch. Whimpers of pleas left your pretty lips and who was Alhaitham to deny his patient. After all, you were here for him to cure you.
His long fingers slipped into the waistband, taunting the band of your undergarments. Whines left your lips as your hips continued to wiggle, hoping for some kind of friction from him.
Finally he began to rub you through your undies, applying just the right amount of pressure. Cries bubbled up in your throat as he took his time, giving you what you wanted while avoiding it completely.
You have never been so desperate. Tears pooled at the corners of your eyes and you were about to beg him once more when all movement stopped. His hands tore from you like you burned him and your eyes quickly flashed to him.
A shocked expression consumed your features as he pulled up his pants and fixed his buckle. He wounded you up just to let you down?
Alhaitham let out a dark chuckle at your broken expression and cupped one of your cheeks, wiping the stray tear.
“We accomplished a lot this session.” He smirked, “But it seems we’re all out of time for today, and I don’t work overtime. We’ll just have to start where we left off next time.”
Synopsis: you have a crush on the prettiest connivence store cashier.
Notes: I’ve had this sitting in my drafts for quite some time :) finally getting it posted! I also take requests!
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The late night convenience store was your favorite place to be. Not for the lukewarm coffee that kept you up while studying. Not for the stale chips that fed your empty stomach. Not even for the nicotine you were able to purchase. But for the boy behind the counter that seemed to hate life just as much as you did. His dark hair constantly hid his face and a hood constantly hid his hair. He always wore the baggiest of black hoodies, and you wished to climb inside of it with him. He barely spoke any sentences to you, but you were hooked.
The jingle of the bell filled your ears as you entered the store. Your eyes casted over to the boy, who, like usual, had his head down and that hood atop his head. There was always a worn down name tag stuck onto his hoodie, but this time it was gone. Your body quickly moved around, eyes scanning the store to find the things you were needing. Your fingers reached for your favorite snacks, along with a coffee, as usual.
You slowly walked to the counter and placed your things atop the surface. The boy flickered his violet eyes towards your face before he rung up your items. And it made your heart whimper in place. You sucked in a deep breath. You felt like you couldn’t breathe any time you were around him. He just had an effect on you.
He didn’t look at you again as he told you your total. You wished he talked to you more.
You paid and walked out of the store with your things.
Your legs carried you towards your car. You free hand opened the door, but before you would even step in, something covered your mouth. Your eyes widened and your body froze.
“If you scream, I’ll kill you right now.” A low, but soft voice spoke.
You did nothing but nod. What were you to do?
“You’re going to hand me the keys to your car and you’re going to get your pretty self into your passenger seat.” He commanded. “Do you understand?”
You once again nodded your head; and with a shaky hand, you lifted your keys to the man. He took the keys from you and slowly loosened his grip. You continued to listen as you crawled into your passenger seat from the driver side, the snacks you bought resting in your lap and your coffee in the cup holder. Thats when you noticed that the lights of the convenience store were turned off. You slowly turned your head to look over towards the driver side, and there he was: the boy behind the counter. His hood remained up, but it didn’t hide as much of him as it used to. You got a good look of him from this far away.
And he was absolutely gorgeous. You couldn’t take your eyes off of him. Your fingers began to shake and you did the only reasonable thing you could think of: you buckled yourself up and began to sip on that lukewarm coffee.
“This is in an odd way to ask me on a date.” You murmured, but you were only returned with a scoff as the car lurched into motion.
cw/tw: modern! au, fluff, could be seen as platonic
synopsis: scouring through a grocery store, what better place to be than the cart?
notes: all I can think about are yandere writing so I desperately needed to do something else hehe anyway pls enjoy, requests are open 💕
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“Push me.”
The busy hustle and bustle of the rampant shopping center seemed to halt, and all Xiao could focus on was you.
His golden, sunflower eyes watched as you folded yourself into the crevices of the shopping cart. There was a giddy smile that lingered across your lips and it was almost contagious. Your knees pressed to your chest, back pressed all the way to the front of the cart, so you were facing Xiao.
“Must I?” Xiao mused, his tone of voice flat and powered by a sigh.
His words, however, never seemed to match with his actions as his hands were already gripping onto the handle of the cart. There was a speckle of pink dusting his ears and cheeks and he did his best to avoid eye contact.
Within moments, he was pushing you through isles. With each squeak of the rackety wheels, your grin grew even bigger. Knuckles bearing the strength of his grip, embarrassment washed over him.
You just wouldn’t stop staring at him. You couldn’t help it: he was so pretty. Every speck of Xiao was perfect and you weren’t sure if you would find anyone else like him— not that you were looking.
Doing his best to hide his smile into a scowl, his eyes bore into you, “Why are you just staring?”
You only lightly shook your head but your smile remained. You never really needed a reason to stare at him, but if he wanted one, you’d give it.
A hum rose to your throat, fueling the next words you spoke.
“I love you.”
There was a slight widen of his eyes as he listened to your confession but he was quick to recover. The grip on the handle loosened and he grabbed the first item he seen in this isle, a bag of chips. Tossing it in your direction, you were in the cart after all, he adverted his attention away from you.
His cheeks grew more flames, and he could have sworn he was starting to sweat, “Let’s just hurry up.”
His fingers ruffled through his hair, trying to give himself just a little bit of coverage. But there was no way you were ever going to forget that small smile that graced his lips as he continued pushing you in the cart.
cw/tw: smidge angst, toxic relationship, pet name baby
synopsis: you can run, but you can’t hide
notes: i just realllllyyy like seeing toxic childe fics I love them sooo muchhhh 😔😔 anyway requests are open
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“Come on, baby.” Ajax cooed, body swirling in feeble attempts to search for you, “I didn’t mean it.”
You stayed in your spot in the closet, hand sewed to your mouth to keep your cries to a minimum. Your body shivered in fear, heart jerking with each creak of the wooden floor. Eyes wavered with tears that threatened to fall with each second that went by.
Ajax was determined to find you. There was no where for you to hide from him. He lowered his body, checking under your bed. All he found were dust bunnies and miscellaneous socks you had long loss. With a furrow of eyebrows, he stared at the empty space in thought.
“Come now, baby, can’t we talk this over?” He called out, standing up from his position on the floor.
In an attempt to conceal yourself further, you slowly submerged yourself into the clothing that adorned the small crevice. You thought you were safe until your back hit the wall, creating a small thump.
Eyes widened, your head began to shake, praying that the man in your room hadn’t heard you. You hoped that the thump would be muffled by the closed closet door. But he was a great listener.
His ears instantly picked up the small thump. With a sinister grin weaving into his cheeks, Ajax slowly sulked his body towards your closet.
Creaks followed each step he took, striking fear through your heart. It squirmed within the grasp of your rib cage, thrashing around to leave your chest. Those welling tears began to fall, knowing you were doomed.
A sob escaped you as the door flew open.
“Found you.” He chuckled, hands reaching to pull you out of the small space, throwing clothing out of his way. “Thought you could get away?”
Wrangling around in his grip, you fought, nails scratching at his arms. But it was no use. Nothing you could do to him seemed to matter. He was stubborn force that never seemed to budge.
“No need for theatrics, baby.” Ajax sighed, hovering a kiss by the shell of your ear, “you’ll be with me forever.”
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synopsis: you have a crush on the prettiest cashier
notes: ahhh my first official request ..! so excited so hope you like it..!! this is a tag along to my late night mini series !
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The late night convenience store used to be your favorite place to be. Not for the lukewarm coffee that buzzed caffeine through your bloodstream. Not for the various arrays of snacks that kept you alive, feeding your empty stomach. Not even for the nicotine that seemed to be your lifeline, holding you together by a thread.
No, you visited in the darkest of hours for the boy behind the counter, manning the cash register. For weeks you begged, prayed, wished for him to even bat an eye in your direction, to give you just an inkling of attention. Who would have known that he would grow just as obsessed with you as you were him?
You never would have guessed that the pretty cashier had an interest in you. His cold exterior left little hope to the eye, but the inside of his mind was always racing with thoughts of you. And he wanted you so bad.
The late night convenience store used to be your favorite place to be, but nowadays, you found someplace better. Your favorite place to be left your knees bruised. Your favorite place to be brought tears to your eyes. Your favorite place to be always left you with a headache. But you tossed that all way for him.
Scaramouche was always so pretty, with his back pressed against the wall and you positioned just between his legs. His indigo orbs were glossed over, peering down at you. His fingers held a tight grip into your hair, tugging the strands at the base of your scalp. Wet lips parted open as soft, little whines and whimpers escaped, ringing in the insides of your ears.
“Please..!” He begged, small tears of desperation welling in the corners of his eyes.
Your own wide eyes watched him as your mouth sunk around his length, tongue tracing each beautiful vein that grew along his shaft. You hollowed out your cheeks to help you fit his entire cock in your mouth. You were slowly dragging your lips, starting at his base, nose brushing against groomed hair, to his beautiful, oozing tip.
The grip on your hair tightened followed by a few more desperate whines. More tears seemed to pool into his eyes, fixating upon his release that was soon building. His hips, once stationed, lifted from the wall and slowly thrust into your mouth. He always gave you a few seconds to adjust before he would ravish you.
Keeping that tight grip on your head, he guided you against his shaft as his pace began to quicken. Gags instantly moved to the scene as he penetrated your throat, tears blossoming to life as you attempted to hold them back.
“Y-You’re so—mm— pretty like this, Darling.” Scaramouche moaned, huffing the air around him for a good breath.
Curses left his lips as his hips continue their ruthless pace, fucking your throat into oblivion. Your tears that were once threatening to fall loss to gravity and decorated your cheeks. Drool was beginning to pool on the ground below you, falling in tendrils from your lips.
You just fucking loved how pretty Scaramouche was as he whined, desperate to release. Sweat was begging to form at his forehead, fringe sticking to the damp skin. His cheeks were amassed with heat, bringing his blood to the surface in a blush.
“P-Please, darling..” he begged again, and you knew he was close.
A few more pumps into your wet mouth and he was done for. He gave one final move down your throat and held you there, releasing his pent up seed straight down your throat. He was panting, legs shaking to hold himself up against the wall.
You obliged by swallowing down everything he gave you, giving soft suckles to milk him dry. His delicate fingers released your hair and with each deep breath he took to calm his beating heart, he gave a pet to your head, as if saying good job.
Pride welled in your chest as you slowly pulled away from his cock, letting your saliva drip down and take over your chin. Lifting one of his hands, he massaged the drool around his lips before pulling you up into a searing kiss.