#'questionably nsfw' don't look at me you're lucky i didn't give into instinct and use the citrus scale

[puppercupboard]

Summoning

Ship: Secondo/Dew Rating: Questionably NSFW Contains: Very Lite D/S themes, Non-explicit dirty talk, Cardinal Secondo(Referred to by Brama), Demon Dewdrop Summery: Dew is a mouthy brat even before becoming a ghoul. Unfortunately for him, he's also entirely unprepared for a human who knows what to do with that.

There was only one thing for certain about any summoning, no matter how experienced one was with doing them - they sucked. No matter how smooth they went - and they rarely did - they were taxing in a way that few other things were. They left one aching and sore on all levels, from the physical to the spiritual. Brama has known this since he was given that designation - a Cardinal’s name as reward for his first successful summoning. 

His older brother had put up more of a fuss than their father had about his volunteering for it - just more proof for him that Nihil didn’t care much for his second in line, not when his older brother was so clearly the favorite for taking over the papacy. And with his baby brother being the darling of the flock, Brama felt he need to step up his game. He’d not been talked out of it.

He had done a few of them in the years since then - just never for himself.

He was well familiar with the ritual leading up to the summoning at this point. The methodical bathing was handled himself, though overseen by a senior member of the church to ensure it was done properly. The apotropaic mark is paint across the span of his chest in cooled ash suspended in oil. The taste of flesh and wine lingers on his tongue even as he lays back in the sigil - as much a means of providing him strength as it was an offering to the demon that would soon be using him as a doorway.

The candles light one at a time, the last being left unlit for a brief moment while the woman guiding the event asks him if he’s ready. He nods, and bites back a playful remark as the last candle sparks to life. Instead, he closes his eyes and focuses on breathing, slow and steady.

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The drop hits him like a wave slamming into him at the waist, bending him in half and and dragging him under.

The water wraps around him fast enough that for a brief moment, he thinks that the demon already has him. Then he realizes that he’s not sinking, the water was just rising far faster than he’d anticipated. He feels weightless, surrounded on all sides by water that was just a bit too warm to be comfortable.

He turns to look over his shoulder, ensuring that he wasn’t going to be snuck up on, before turning forward again - just in time to see the rapidly approaching form of the demon that had answered his call. For a moment, he thinks the demon plans to slam into him full force, putting him on the physical defensive before he’s even had time to speak a word.

Thankfully, that doesn’t happen.

Instead, the demon’s slows slightly over the last few yards, enough to twist and swim around him in a circle - tight enough that he could reach out and touch the gorgeous fins. They covered the full length of the demon - short, if one didn’t count the added length of his tail - every one of them a pale, dusty pink that passed through pastel blues on it’s way to a purple the color of the night sky. He doesn’t get the chance before the demon’s face is back in front of him, all soft angles and features that were delicate but sharp - large eyes solid black, save for a ring of silver that could only be the iris with the way they surround his pupils. Hair paler than moonlight floats around the both of them as the demon gets settled.

Gorgeous.

“I want to offer you a position among my ghouls,” Brama’s voice echoes through the water, bubbles rolling up from his mouth with every word. A little off script from his usual offer to serve the church, but after seeing the demon that has answered his call, he can’t help but feel a little selfish.

The laugh that the offer gets makes him set his teeth in response. Cruel, but clearly made to echo through the water in a way that his own voice was not. “I’m not in the business of serving humans, what makes you think you’d be any different.”

The statement doesn’t phase Brama - he doesn’t know any manner of demon that would answer a summoning and wasn't willing to serve humans, however complex the standards that one might have to meet to earn that service. He’s sure he’s up to the task, even if he’s not quite as sure he’ll have the time to prove it. Water ghouls were a time sensitive process, after all - the apotropaic mark paint on him protect him from actual possession. It did nothing to protect him from drowning, whether that be the demon’s doing itself or just because he’d spent too much time talking.

“I could make it more than worth your while.” Brama’s tone doesn’t waver, even as the demon shifts and begins to swim around him again, wider circles - no longer close enough for Brama to touch.

A shame, maybe he should have taken the chance when he’d had it.

“Drowning you could be worthwhile too.” The threat is clear in the tone that the demon uses. Clearly, he wasn’t one to appreciate vague promises.

“You’d get nothing out of drowning me but the pleasure of doing it once.” The bubbles stop, a sign that the timer has started ticking down.

“Once might be all you’re worth.”

The demon has a mouth on him, that’s for certain. But he almost seemed to be all bluster - fluffing up like a betta fish flaring at anyone who passes the tank. “If you thought that, then why haven’t you drowned me already?”

The demon whips around to get in Brama’s face, white hair just as puffed up by the motion as the large fins that he flared wide. He seems quite a bit bigger that way, and those teeth he bare at him were certainly sharp. Brama doesn’t flinch, though. If he flinches, the pretty demon might slip through his grasp - or worse, make good on that threat to drown him.

His hand lifts as quick as the water allows, and he grasps the demon’s face - gentle but firm, keeping his fingers out of the way of those teeth. He can feel the tiny scales that cover the demon’s face, iridescent in the light streaming down from above them, hitting every tone in his fins and then some.

“You don’t want to drown me.”

The confidence with which he says it might be undue, but he's not going to waver when he can see that he's thrown the demon off. Perhaps entirely off, if the way that his flared fins fall still and his eyes start flicking back and forth - probably trying to figure out which eye of Brama's he should be looking at.

He settles on the white one.

"No, what you want is proof that I'm not going to roll over because you got a little mouthy."

If he fucked this up now, he might actually drown whether the demon intend to do it himself or not. That was a threat looming over his head that he's not unaware of, but if he showed weakness now, it would be a sure end to the negotiations. The demon would slip from his grasp and he'd have his first unsuccessful summoning. He can't have either of those things happen.

"Nothing to say to that?" The question is rhetorical, and he doesn't give the water demon time to answer. Not that he's sure that he could get his thoughts together that quick regardless. "Good, as pretty as you are, you're even prettier when you're minding that tongue of yours."

The demon looks like he’s not quite sure how he got here. Silver irises are like thin rings of light swimming in darkness, mouth slightly agape. He looks good like that. Brama imagines that he would look just as good on his back, hair fanned over the sheets and moaning.

He leans in a bit closer, the demon’s eyes tracking him the whole way. He’s close enough that he could have kissed the demon’s cheek with ease. He’s also close enough that the demon could have put those teeth to use with great effect. 

The demon doesn’t even try. He’s got his undivided attention, and he was living for every moment. He could feel the water rushing past his gills at this distance - an odd sensation but one he would gladly get used to if it meant more time around the demon in his grasp. He had potential, and that attitude meant that he’d be unlikely to show just *anyone* what a diamond in the rough he was.

“Why don’t you behave yourself for me. Come be one of my ghouls, and let me show you how well I can handle a pretty thing like you. ” Brama’s free hand wanders down the length of the demon, starting just under his pecs and moving along his slender waist to the Demon’s hip. No sense in not touching him, if he was going to be playing up the seduction to secure himself this demon. Even if he didn’t he didn’t, and the demon decided to run off, he’d have at least gotten to feel the lean frame of the demon under his hand.

“I know you can be be a good boy, Dewdrop. Come with me."

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The cardinal’s body arches off the shape burned into the wood beneath him. Brama’s eyes fly open and he twists, turning himself onto his side as he coughed up water - the taste of sulphur and salt linger in his mouth well after he’s stopped. No meat or wine in the mess he’s made, only water. A few hacking coughs later, and he looks across the room where the offered body had been laid out.

The candles around the both of them had been extinguished, and while Brama had been coughing up water, the new ghoul was instead sitting in a puddle of it, mist settling around the small, silver haired form that was looking back at him.

He smiles, self-satisfied, and he wonders if the taste of salt water will linger in his mouth with this ghoul as the taste of charred meat had lingered with the last one.

[diaco1968]

Teeth

Hawks x reader

Warnings! Nsfw/lemon/smut, biting, hairpulling, oral sex, unprotected vaginal sex no pull outs... He has exogenous zone between his wings...he can go feral... can't convince me otherwise... reader quirk works by getting saliva/venom on the victim. Long

~fight so dirty but you love so sweet~

When a hawk hunts it's first ever viper, sweeping in, catching the clueless creature and taking it back to the sky, it can go any of 3 ways. He's either succesful in incapacitating the viper and can feast on his prey later. Or the viper manages to land a venomous bite on him, in which case they fall to their doom. Now if they don't die from the fall, the viper is the one feasting on the paralyzed young hawk. Nature is a wild thing indeed with how fast the hunter can turn into the prey.

The first time he met you he was on his way somewhere else and he spotted you in a dead end , the only thing running through his mind was 'what a hassle.' His wings shuddering in agitation, the feathers ruffling noisily when he landed behind you in the dead end where you were toying with your paralyzed victim. A middle aged man whom you just mugged and was now making fun of as he could do nothing but watch you, standing there like a stone statue.

"That is not really fair is it, kid?" You turned around slowly and gracefully locking eyes with him "can't be any less fair than following and harassing an innocent little girl in a dead end. He picked the wrong person. Now he pays little price than he deserves, Birdie." You mocked back crossing your arms and taking a nonchalant pose. Though he could tell just how tense and ready to jump you were under that posture. Like a coiled snake. So that was the problem, now he knew why his nerves were on fire when he spotted you. He raised an eyebrow "you don't strike me as an innocent little girl though." You smiled sweetly as you freed the guy from your paralysis who stumbled and scrambled away and out of sight apologizing. "So what? That's what you're into, hero? Innocent little girls? Please." You emptied the content of the man's wallet right in front of Hawks and put it in your back pocket before throwing the wallet to the side. Looking up at his annoyed expression playfully keeping your smile. "Alright! That's it. You're coming with me for theft." You raised your hands in front of you submissively as if ready to get cuffed "oh no, he gonna chain me up." He wasn't amused as he stepped forward grabbing your shoulder to turn you around. That's when in a heartbeat you striked, pushing him off towards the wall and stepped back from him. You were fast, but so was he blocking your way when you tried to make a run for it "nice try. That all you got?" He said casually squeezing his shoulder where you hit but you could tell he was slightly distressed by your speed. "Oh you should not have said that." You grinned raising your hand that was holding one of his crimson feathers between your thumb and forefinger firmly but delicately. "It's okay, I can grow more of those, don't worry about it." He smirked walking back towards you. His smirk was easy to like. It was not like yours, it was calming. You ignored his comment as you brought the feather up to your lips, his steps faltered and came to a halt watching you intently. Your tongue darted out and licked up the side of it, sucking it into your mouth and pulling it out, making a show of it for the winged hero, loving the way his feathers fluttered and shuddered in response "oh, and that's what you are into, huh?" He said trying to sound sarcastic but as intrigued as he was it sounded like a genuine question. He wanted to know what the hell you were doing. You chuckled dropping the feather and stalking towards him. The feather fell limp to the floor much to his surprise. But he was in for a much bigger surprise. When you were only inches away from him, he went to grab you. And he couldn't. He couldn't move a single muscle below his neck. "What the... how did you-" he fell quiet inspecting you as you let your hands wander under his coat and ran your fingers up over his abs, over muscles that were prominent through his skin tight suit before reaching up and grabbing his shoulders to use as leverage and pull yourself up to his ear. "You're lucky I like you, cause if not, this is still not 'all I've got'." You repeated his phrase from earlier your tongue lightly brushing over the shell of his ear, enjoying the way he tensed up even more under your touch. "Okay... I really should not have said that I guess..." he scoffed and You moved your lips to his shoulder sliding his coat off only a little "too late." You sunk your teeth in his shoulder through suit and all making a loud hiss escape his lips. His smart mouth wasn't going to quit it though "ow, that's definitely going to leave a mark. what a kinky little thing you are." You chuckled fixing his coat up and stepping back, turning on your heels to leave "you can move again soon, see you around hero." And with that you were gone."Damnit..."

~call me in the morning to apologise, every little lie gives me butterflies~

It was truly a hassle explaining to the nurse who patched him up that it was just a cat that bit him, right on the shoulder, clean and no bleeding. Only a little less bothersome than admitting his embarassing defeat. He hadn't seen you since, and it's been two weeks. During which the clear set of teeth marks on his shoulder remained, unchanged, as if only just bitten into his skin moments ago. He couldn't dig up anything about you, and damn he tried, knowing his resolve and resources it was saying something. No one had heard of you. Were you even a villain? "Tsk." He traced his fingers over the mark as he craned his neck to look at it in the mirror before sticking the bandage back over it, covering it up with his shirt. Not a moment of his days went by without having you in somewhere in his mind, taunting him, haunting him... and what annoyed him was that it did not ALL relate to his embarassing paralysis in that dead end. He imagined and thought about you way more than just that. He headed out on his day off, to the bar, definitely for gathering info. Of course.

He stepped off into the cold night air and looked up at the sky, stiffening ever so slightly, invisible to the untrained eye. "Speak of the devil, ey?"

You pushed yourself off the wall where you were leaning against and approached him as he turned his head towards you, hands still in your pockets. "Aw, were you thinking about me? Do you happen to do it often?" You smirked, eyes trailing over his face to his shoulder where you've put your little art piece then back to his eyes. His eyes narrowed immediately, turning towards you and getting in your face "you did something to me didn't you?! I knew it!" He growled under his breath glaring at you realizing he had put his hand instinctively over his wounded shoulder to cover it. You put your hands up in the air as if surrendering and looked up at him sincerely, his wound started throbbing for some reason. "Yeah I did. But... I decided you probably don't deserve it. I mean... you were just doing your job. So. I've come to help you remove it." He blinked a few times looking at you unamused "riiight." You rolled your eyes "right!" He frowned and tilted his head to the side "...right? Really?" You groaned pushing him towards the door "ugh you're even more annoying than I remember. Let's go inside." He raised an eyebrow with a hand on the knob still uncertain of your intentions "do you usually invite yourself in people's house like that? Cause I'm not sure you're the type of gal I want to pick up and take home with me..." 'well ouch' He was right not to trust you but you didn't have all night "listen jerk, do you want to get rid of this or not?!" you hissed at him, and as you expected his feathers ruffled at the sound before you could even touch his shoulder. It was in his nature to find it threatening after all. It was kinda cute. He braced himself for you to be nasty and squeez his wound or something but your hand just lightly brushed over his coat, he barely even felt it "okay okay! Sheesh." He opened the door and stepped aside for you to get inside.

~talk so pretty but your heart got teeth~

"So what were you thinking about?" He was taken aback by the sudden question as he closed the door behind him turning to find you make yourself comfortable on the couch. Your question was out of the blue, yes, but it shouldn't have made his so distressed. "Nothing...?." He lied. You sighed "I can't help you like that." Silence filled the room as the two of you stared each other down before you decided to relent "look. The venom in the bite-" he gasped at the words "venom?!" You looked at him unfazed making him feel embarrassed by his own outbursts "sorry, do go on." He gestured for you to continue. "... the venome will eventually make you hallucinate. And it will remain there till you do as it tells you. So I need to know what you've been thinking about most. By the little time that has passed I don't think you are at the point of hallucination yet, yeah?" He was now more anxious about his thoughts by the things you just told him. "I don't hallucinate... do I just start hallucinating random things?... are you some kind of mobile LSD fairy or something?" He frowned at you for real this time making you sigh. "You hallucinate what you want and desire at the moment of the bite, I don't have control over it. So... yea I guess I am." You looked down and he immediately felt terrible "I didn't mean it like that... I just...sorry..." he had no idea why he was apologizing. You were the one who bit him. And he didn't recall you apologising even once so far. "It's fine, I understand." You looked back up at him and cocked an eyebrow "now that that's out the way, much like yourself I don't want to be here anymore than I need to. You can probably take care of the matter on your own from now on. Goodbye birdie." You got on your feet and walked for the door but just as you were going to pull it open his hand shot up from behind you and pushed it back closed. It was your turn to get anxious heart sinking and the hair on the back of your neck standing on end, he was looming over you from behind and you could feel his hot breath on the back of your neck and see the shadow of his wings spreading intimidatingly behind you both. "Actually, in that case, YOU are so not done here."

~Late night devil put your hands on me

And never never never ever let go~

"Uh..." you slowly turned around pushing yourself back against the wall and looking up at him to see the easy smirk from before back on his face, eyes half lidded, dripping with confidence "I don't... um... what do you m-mean?" He raised a hand and brushed a finger on the side of your jaw, stroking it lightly as he leaned in closer "it's you I was thinking about the whole god damned time. The way you'll look, they way you'll sound. The way you'll taste. You said you will help me fulfill my hallucinations." He looked down over your form taking his time as he did so before his eyes landed back on yours "do you still want to help me?" He was actually asking. Despite the way his voice faltered at the thought of getting rejected there was a choice in his question. You could refuse. But why would you? He was hot. Annoying. But still hot. "So you got to be on LSD to take girls like me home?" You scoffed crossing your arms over your chest, the way the shadow of his wings covered you making you uneasy. He smiled apologetically "in my defense, last time we met you assaulted me in a dead end, gal." You huffed "(y/n)." His smile brightened as he watched you intently "Keigo. So (y/n), what do you say?" You hummed looking thoughtfully, almost shamelessly down his form, raising a hand and barely brushed your fingers against his crotch before pressing them firmly to his abs and chest. His chest tightened in anticipation as he felt his stomach drop. Maybe it was just for now and how you were touching him, maybe it was for the way his wounded shoulder throbbed, knowing this was almost exactly what happened before he got bitten last time. "I don't know Keigo, I kinda get the feeling you actually like the bite. A lot." Your hand traced his shoulder now leaning up to kiss it softly from over his clothes, him inhaling in sharply "oh to hell with it, you make me want to give you more, birdie."

~don't know if you love me or you want me dead~

He walked you back towards the bed, hands cupping your cheeks on both sides, his lips locked on yours. His hands moved down the sides of your neck, slipping your shirt off to expose your shoulders and pushing you down so you sit on the bed, loving the way you were already panting breathlessly from his kiss, flushed. He pulled his shirt off still standing over you with his signature confident smirk, throwing it to the side. You smirked back as you leaned in pecking his abs before dragging your lips over them, looking at his eyes through your lashes as you moved down and mouthed over his crotch, making him shudder, watching as those same abs rippled ever so slightly. He ran his fingers through your hair letting out a shaky breath "I'm sorry if I don't trust those teeth anywhere around that area, baby girl. Plus you already know how I taste. It's my turn." You rolled your eyes leaning back on your arms behind you as he leaned in and pulled your pants off along with your panties "fine, birdie." Your blush darkening as it creeped to the tips of your ears. He huffed kicking off his jeans and kneeling in between your legs grabbing your thighs "it's Keigo." He gripped your legs and pulled you to the edge of the bed before you could retort, only managing to let out a gasp. He smirked releasing your legs when over his shoulders running his hands up over them, kissing your inner thighs, his stubble scratching lightly over your sensitive skin making you wriggle a bit. His hands grabbed your hips tightly pressing you firmly to the bed "oh no you don't." You looked down at him to whine quietly. A choice you immediately regretted. Holding eye contact he buried his face between your legs and plunged his tongue right in. You gasped arching your back, hands shooting up to grip his hair. He hummed delighted by your rich reaction, moving his face closer, nudging his nose against the sensitive bud, as his tongue switched between lapping up your juices and thrusting in through your soft, fluttering folds. You a whimpering writhing mess under him. The soles of your feet not too gently brushing against the base of his wings on his back, where they were connected through his skin, along with your fingers tangling and tugging his hair had him groaning and moaning deeply into you. He removed his tongue only to lick up a wet hot line up to your bud latching onto it and sucking just as two of his fingers pushed inside at once giving you no time in curling up and rubbing against the spot you wanted them to. "Shit! Kei-go!" You moaned loudly, your toes curled and your thighs squeezed his head as he chuckled pushing your hips down further on the bed with an arm over your belly, nails digging in your hip where they rested. The pleasure had you seeing white and Right as you were about to get tipped over the edge of your climax he stopped. His fingers and lips, all gone. "Pay back is a bitch, huh?" He wiped off his glistening wet face with his hand as You whined desperately and squeezed your legs shut when he removed them from his shoulders grinning at you "you jerk!"

He leaned over you grabbing your loose sweatshirt and pulling it over your head reaching behind you to unclip your bra as he kissed your neck "let's free these lovely things first." You huffed still annoyed but soon it started into contented sighs and quiet moans as his kisses and nips moved down to your chest. His teeth grabbed your nipple in a sharp nip and you mewled grabbing the back of his neck, your other hand moving lower between his wings. As your nails dug right in the spot between the two giant heaps of crimson feathers, he let out a loud breathy gasp freeing your abused nipple from his surprisingly sharp teeth. Evil flashed in your eyes as you smirked down at him when he gulped and looked up at you "...no." his voice was shaky "oh yeah." You replied raking your fingers on the same spot. His giant wings shook, the feathers rustling as he hissed through his teeth, grabbing your breast harshly in one hand and pulling you closer with the other fisted in your hair, crashing his lips onto yours with a feverish hunger. You were shocked, moaning into his mouth. His reaction was thrilling and you wanted to see more, tightly grabbing onto the base of his wings this time digging your nails there. He sneered and growled loudly in your mouth, sounding feral. You whimpered at the sound the reaction you got more than you bargained for. "On your hands and knees, (y/n)." He barked urging you up by his hand, still tightly fisted in your hair pulling you up. You gasped scrambling up to turn around and do as he had told you. His fingers dug in your hips and he pulled you back onto himself, in one fluid thrust, your pussy already gushing around him from his earlier change of tone. You cried out as you gripped the sheets in front of you. His wings were distracting as they spread once, engulfing you in their shadow. It felt safe, but extremely dominating. Or rather quite deliciously. He tucked them back behind himself when he leaned down over you, one hand still on your hip and the other running up your spine gripping the back of your neck tightly. He pulled back out right to the crown of his cock, before snapping his hips back inside all the way, at the same time his teeth sinking in your skin over your shoulder blade, drawing another loud cry from your throat. He set a brutal pace as his teeth worked on littering your back with bites and nips. "F-fuck!... Kei... shi-... Keigo!" Your breath coming out in short moans and gulped in with high pitched gasps. His fingers creeped from around the back of your neck towards your throat, squeezing it tight and firm, your breath and voice hitching as the thrill ran down your spine straight to your core, folds fluttering around his rock hard cock. He pulled you back up by your throat so your back was flush against his chest, your hand reaching up to claw at his wrist, squealing. His hold was not suffocating, just restricting the amount of air you were allowed. The new angle made his cock poke and drag over your walls, sending you right into your much desired orgasm eyes rolling to the back of your head. He was panting heavily and movements faltering and sloppy from holding you and himself up like that. Your cunt clenching around him, milked him dry, him moaning and biting your shoulder one last time. He remained inside you as you both came down from your highs, removing his hand from your throat to your shoulder, stroking one of his own bite marks lightly. He pulled out and let you drop on your belly with a tired sigh turning into a heavy strained "oof!" As he fell over you playfully, barely careful not to crush you. "Fuck, (y/n). Looks like I did all the biting this time." He laughed as he held himself up on his forearms gently kissing and soothing your sensitive skin. "Shut up...damn... I'm gonna bite you again if this is what I'm gonna get every time." You muttered tiredly. "I was right. You are a kinky little thing." He smirked laying down next to you this time, draping an arm over your waist and nuzzling your neck "you can bite me whenever you want, baby girl. I'm in."

~push me away, push me away

Then beg me to stay, beg me to stay~

Hey hey hey @queensynderella

[leelee10898]

Fast cars & Freedom: turn back time (10/?)

Ellie and Luca spend the day with Logan, and things heat up... catch up HERE. If you would like added to the tags, drop a line.

Pairing: Logan x Ellie, Colt x Ellie

Rating: Mature.. nsfw content inside.

Ellie mindlessly drove the streets of LA, nothing but the faint sound of Baby Shark playing in the background. Her immediate consciousness on the road and her surroundings, her mind anywhere but. It had been two weeks since her hook up with Colt, she could still see the the glimmer of hurt that spread across his face when she told him that it didn't change anything. She was lying to herself if she really truly believed that, it did change something, she felt even more torn. She met with Darnell the following Monday, he was confident that he could speed up the divorce process as his wife was a Judge, and Ellie agreed to it. The faster she got it over with, the less time she had to change her mind. Her head convinced it was the right thing to do, give them all a fresh start.  maybe later down the road it could lead to something more with Logan or Colt, but right now she needed to focus on Luca and how this was going to affect her. Her heart on the other hand, told her to hold out.

She pulled into the track  giving her name to the attendant. He gave her directions and she parked making her way towards a back entrance. “Mommy is this where uncle Logan works?” Luca whispered as they walked through a dimly lit tunnel. “Yeah, one of them. He races at all different places baby.” at the end of the tunnel they noticed a figure standing, which they soon figured was Logan. “Uncle Logan.” Luca went running into his arms “Lulu, I've missed you.” he enveloped her in a big hug, spinning her around before sitting her down. “Hey Ellie.” He hugged her, placing a soft kiss on her cheek.

Logan walked them around the entire facility, showing them everything.  They got to see the different race cars,and meet a few of the drivers. Luca was in awe, she loved cars. Ellie tried to teach her a few things, but really she didn't know nearly as much as Colt or Logan would. “Where's your car uncle Logan?” Luca questioned as they left the garage. “Well it's on the track right now,  you ready to go see it?” He beamed “Ah yeah! Lets go.” She grabbed his hand pulling him along.

They walked out to the track where a yellow stock car sat. Ellie shook her head “You really like yellow huh?”

“It's my lucky color.” he gave her a lopsided grin. “I hope you don't mind, I invited some friends.” He motioned towards the pit are, to see Her dad, sally and Stacie sitting. They joined everyone as Logan headed off to get his gear on. “Uncle Logan, are you an astronaut?” Ellie quirked her brow upon his return.  “No, this is my gear. But that would be cool to be an astronaut.” He chuckled.

Ellie watched as Logan climbed into the car and head onto the track. Something about the yellow car flying around the track took her back.

***

Logan shuffled the flash cards. “Ok,  when did the cuban missile crisis take place?”

“October 16th, 1962.”  Ellie smirked, knowing she got it right. “Ok that was an easy one.” Logan said pulling off his work shirt. “Next question.”

He asked her two more questions until he stood before her in his underwear. Ellie bit her lip, her drive for knowledge and the want to see him in nothing fueling her. “Ok. Just one more question to go.”

“Hey! I am not a piece of meat.” He chuckled.

“You said, you'd help me study.” she batted her lashes “Ok. Ok fine. One more question.” he was putty in her hands. Ellie squealed as she handed him the flash cards again. “who led the soviet union from 1922 to 1953?” Ellies lips twisted up into a devilish smirk. “Joseph Stalin. Now, take em off.” Logans jaw dropped and she shook his head “Ok. Fine, damn Ellie you are super smart.” He hooked his fingers in his boxers ready to slide them off when Ellie stopped him. “Wait. Give me a show.” she winked as she sat back on the bed. “What? You're serious?” he cocked his brow at her. “mmmhmm, go on now.” She motioned for him to continue. He shrugged his shoulders as he gyrated his hips, slowly pulling his boxers down his legs. Ellie bit her lower lip as she set eyes on his already stiff length. She stared up at him with lust blown eyes, hooking her finger in a come hither motion. Logan complied as he mindlessly crossed the room,  almost like he was being pulled by and imaginary string.

He climbed onto the bed next to her, pressing his lips to her full soft ones. “I could kiss you forever.” She moaned out. His face falling at her words “if only we had forever.” she reached over cupping his face. “Then kiss me tonight.” she smiled as he found her lips again, this time harder as if he stopped she would disappear. She shifted around to straddle him, her hands softly roaming the contours of his body. She could feel his hard length pressed against her, a flood of warmth spread through her body making her grind against him. Ellie lifted her blouse over her head revealing her bare chest. “You are so incredibly beautiful Ellie.” she stood inviting him to sit up, his legs on either side of her. She grabbed his hands placing them on her hips “Touch me.” her voice almost a whisper. His hands slipped up under the hem of her skirt, grabbing the globes of her ass and roughly caressing them.

He gripped the fabric of her skirt on each side and firmly ripped the material in two. She gasped out, the force of cool air hitting her skin. His lips trailed lazy kisses up her stomach until he reached her perky breast. His tongue swirled around the pink nub before taking them each one by one into his mouth, softly sucking and releasing with a pop, leaving firm peaks in his wake.  Her breathing becoming erratic, she closed her eyes, trying to stay focused on the sensation he was giving her. He hooked his fingers into her lace panties, and slid them down. He stood gripping the back of her thighs and lifting her and laying her down on the bed.

He slid his hands up the inside of her legs, pulling them apart, kissing her inner thigh, niping it gently. She watched him as he settled between her legs and licked a wide strip between her folds, her breath hitched in her throat as his tongue flicked against her clit, a loud moan escaping her.  A smile played on his lips, he was the luckiest bastard in the world right in that moment. Ellie was more than just a pretty face, she was smart, funny, talented, compassionate, and honest to a fault. She deserve to be treated right, tonight she chose him, and damn if he wasn't going to disappoint.

He swirled his tongue, wrapping his lips around the sensitive bundle, applying light pressure until she moaned out gripping his chocolate locks tightly. He slowly released the suction, flicking against her swiftly. “Logan, oh god.” she screamed out her legs shaking, heart pounding in her chest. She snapped her eyes shut, seeing stars.

Logan stood wiping his mouth with the back of his hand. “God Ellie you are so fucking sexy.” she kept her eyes locked on him as she calmed herself. “Logan..” She breathed out. He joined her on the bed, his body pressed against hers as his lips claimed her mouth again in a hungry kiss.  She bucked her hips against him, the need to feel him becoming to great. He read the signs well, as he lined himself up and sunk slowly into her.

Instinctively she dug her nails into his shoulders as he stretched her, letting out a soft cry. “Hey, its ok I got you. Just relax.” he assured her, giving her a moment to adjust. He set a slow pace, taking his time building her up. His lips softly nipping her neck and shoulders. Soft moans falling from her lips. He needed to hear her, he wanted to see her fall apart under him. He picked up the pace, thrusting faster he began to feel her flutter around him, her moans becoming louder as she neared her climax. He slipped his hand down quickly rubbing her already sensitive clit and that was all it took.

“Oh, yes. Logan.” she moaned his name as a surge of wetness crashed against his cock. “Fuck Ellie, thats..” He couldn't finish, he thrust faster, harder finally spilling himself inside her. He collapsed on the bed next to her,  both panting.

“Now that's how you study.” Ellie giggled.  

*******

“That was great Logan, great times.” She heard her dad say. Pulling her from her daydream. “It still scares me watching you drive that fast.” Sally squeezed him tight. “I'm fine mom, I used to do this all the time on the streets.” He gave a nervous chuckle meeting Frank's less than amused gaze. “So, you ready for your turn?” He turned towards Ellie who looked at him bewildered. “What? Who, me? Logan, no I can't drive that.”

“Sure you can.” he dropped his voice so only she could hear “I can see it in your eyes Ellie. You're a driver, and you're craving the speed.”

He was right, she longed for it. “What the hell, let's do it.”

“No. Absolutely not.” Frank protested. “Daddy, I'll be fine.” she giggled.

“Yeah, Frank. Ellie is a great driver, trust me I've seen her in action.” Logan grinned, but quickly averted his eyes and Frank's still less than amused gaze. Luca jumped up and down in excitement.

Ellie got changed and climbed into the car. Logan stuck his head in showing her her all the different controls and showing her had how work everything. “You understand?” he asked she quickly nodded her head, trying to calm her nerves. “Hey, you got this. You're an amazing driver, Ellie, trust me I know from experience.” He gave her hand a reassuring squeeze. He fastened the netting on the window and stepped back, grabbing a headset.

“Can you hear me Ellie?” she heard Logan's voice in her ear.

“Yeah, I can hear you.”

“Ok good. Go ahead and start the car up. Your gonna head out that long stretch before getting onto the track.”

“Ok.” Ellie complied turning the engine over.

“You got this Ellie, just relax and do what comes naturally.”

She smiled at his words, he always told her she was a natural, like she was born to be behind the wheel.

Ellie started to roll forward, making her way onto the track slow and steady, her nerves a wreck. “You can go faster than that.” she heard Logan chuckle. She sucked in a deep breath, slowly exhaling, like she was releasing all her inhibitions, pressing on the gas. Her back slamming against the seat as she felt the speed consume her. In that moment she was reminded of Kaneko, when he installed the NOS in her car. Being behind the wheel, flying around the track ignited something within her, something she suppressed for so long.

She grew more comfortable, more confident as she accelerated, whipping the car around the track. A smirk spread across her face as she approached the curve, flawlessly drifting around it, her thoughts on Colt in that moment. “Okay show off, last lap.” she heard Logan chuckle on the other end, making her giggle. “Nice and easy Ellie, just pull off just head of you.” he coaxed her into the pit area and helped her out.

“Mommy! Mommy, that was so cool.” Luca squealed throwing her hands around her.

“Damn Elle. You could be like, a getaway driver if you ever took up a life of crime.” Logan and Ellie shared a knowing look. “Hell yeah.” She nervously chuckled.

“Ellie, where did you learn to drive like-” Fank trailed off, realizing that she learned quite a few tricks during her time with the MPC.

“Ok. Let's get you changed Ellie.” Logan interrupted. “Dad, can you keep an eye on Luca a minute?” He nodded “Sure thing. Come on kiddo, lets see what we can get into.”

“Ellie that was amazing.” Logan bounced as He walked Ellie down to get changed. “Oh my god. That was such a rush. It's been so long.” she couldn't wipe the smile from her face. Logan held the door for her as she stripped the racing suit off. “You could seriously give racing a go. You'd blow all these suckers away.” He grinned. “All of them? Even you, Logan Rider?” she batted her leashes at him playfully.

“Oh, no. No, not me.” he pressed his hands to his chest “No see, I taught you everything you know. I know all your tricks.” Logan waggled his eyebrows, sauntering over to her. “Not all my tricks.” She bite her lip. In an instant they were on each other, lips crashing together with force. He cupped her face with both hands, his tongue sweeping her lips, deepening the kiss. She moaned out. She lifted his shirt pulling it off, her hands rubbing his toned chest. He yanked off her tank top, his hands weaved  through her mocha locks as he backed her against the wall. The sound of their ragged breathing and soft moans filling the room, they were lost in the feeling of it they didn't hear the door open.

  “Oh. Oh god. Im sorry.” they pulled apart to find Stacie averting her eyes.

   “Stacie, what are you doing here?” Ellie pulled her tank top on.

  “I was just seeing what was taking so long.”

Logan noticed the tense standoff between the two. “Maybe I'll give you two a minute.”  he pulled his shirt on and walked out the door, closing it behind him.

  “Is there something going on between you and Logan?” Ellie cut right to the point. She had a nagging feeling that something was up.

  “What? Nothing. Nothing is going on with us.” Stacie looked at her bewildered.

  “You sure? Because I see the looks you give him.”

  “Seriously Ellie? You're one of my best friends. Yeah he's cute, anyone with two eyes can see that. And yes he's nice, and thoughtful. But I couldn't do that to you.”

Ellie wasn't sure she believed it, she stood there arms folded across her chest.

   “And what's going on with you? You sleep with Colt and then you're making out with Logan?”

  Ellie's eyes went wide. “I didn't. That didn't. I didn't sleep with Colt.” she denied it. She hadn't told a soul, how did she know?

  “Oh please,  I'm not dumb, Ellie. You've had that I got fucked look on your face for two damn weeks. Riya said the same thing. And now you're down here making out with Logan. What's going on?” Stacie stood, hands on hips.

Ellie slumped down in a chair. “Ok, fine. I slept with Colt. It just happened, and it won't happen again.”

  “And the divorce? What about Logan? That looked like it would have ended with the two of you naked.” Stacie arched her brow.

  “The divorce is being sped up. And Logan? I don't know, I think it was the adrenaline.” Stacie came and sat down next to her. “I don't know what to do. I care about them both.” Ellie sighed.

  “Yeah, but you can't string them both along.” Stacie said, just before Logan walked in. “Ellie, did you get the call?” he rushed.

“No, my phone's in my bag. What call?” Logan sighed, “That was Doctor Adams, the lab caught fire, the DNA samples were contaminated.  We have to do it again.”

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