#I imagine he sticks his tongue out and pants happily when the ear scratches scratch an itch he's had behind his ear for a while

[the-whispers-of-death]

giving dog hybrid Stone ear scratches to see his tail wag im not sorry

Dog Hybrid!Stone deserves all the ear scratches and I'll die on this hill.

I feel like he's not used to getting ear scratches and so when his tail wags, it wags so hesitantly because he's wondering if this was a test to see if he kept his cold and stoic demeanor. (Because that would've totally been something Bharat would've done, the fucker.)

So once he knows he's not going to be yelled at for a reaction he can't truly control, his tail wags are more confident and he leans into the ear scratches.

[undead-merman]

Can I please request some bunny! Satan nsfw with a gn reader?

Thank you for all your works, I love reading them all!

Thanks. Someone else asked for the rest so here.

🐰Yandere Bunny Mammon, Leviathan, and Satan🐰 Mating Season GN - Reader NSFW

(Contains: Breeding Kink)

Mammon

Before Mating Season

Mammon is normally very unprepared for his Rut only ever noticing when it’s a day away or just as it starts. But now that you’re there he’s overprepared, much to his dismay, as his brothers tease him for it. Dozens of different kinds of healthy snacks, mineral waters, even creams for sores. He just wants to impress you even in ways like this.

He gets more moody than normal, getting angrier and more jealous of you. Yelling at anyone who even looks at you all while pulling you closer and shoving his face into you and guiding you away. He’s also extremely touchy, grabbing you playfully, smacking your ass, or even teasing your sex before backing away red faced, realizing what he did.

He’s much more forward asking you on dates and pulling you around or forcing himself into your room to spend time with you. He simply won’t leave you alone and anytime you wander off he whines and complains and practically throws himself at you. He simply monopolizes all of your time.

He steals a lot of your clothes and belongings and hides them in his room. When you need them he presents them to you with a wagging tail more like a dog than a rabbit telling you he got it for you so you don’t have to go far and push it onto you. He likes to keep one of your pillows in his hoard and hump into it while pretending it's you. He's scared to lose himself to his rut and doing something embarrassing or hurt you in some way. He thrusts into the pillow trying to elevate his building sexual frustration but it only gets him more worked up and craving you even more.

During Mating Season

When his Rut is a day or two away he gets far more aggressive with others looking at you then ever before and will drag you away and keep you locked up with him so your attention is only on him. He’ll just hold you, unwilling to let go. He nuzzles into your neck but slowly moves to more intimate spots, too lost in the feeling of you to realize his actions. He’s just begging you to love him and adore him, muttering in your skin with his eyes closed. His ears are shaking and tail is straight up.

His Rut hits him like a truck and he's all over you, placing open mouth kisses all over your body and his hands grip your hips tightly, but you can feel them shaking from his excitement and arousal. All embarrassment flies out the window and he’s trapping you under his body, panting heavily the idea of filling you until you're so fucked out, then driving you insane by continuing.

He takes an extra long time to prepare you, fingering you slowly and reslishing in the moans you make, almost a revenge of sorts for being so wonderful smelling right before his Rut. As he fingers you he’s grinding on any part of your body his hips come in contact with. He cums once or twice on you shivering while looking frustrated from not being satisfied at all and just getting more worked up.

Once he’s inside you, his ears are shaking wildly and he’s grinning from ear to ear as he suddenly pounds you until your legs shake with exhaustion. He’s covering your body in hickies and bite marks, but concentrating them in areas you both know will be noticeable afterwards. Mammon just happily grunts out how everyone will see just how much you belong together.

Even during breaks he likes to stay inside and just have you warm his cock, he desperately craves to stay inside of you. The way he casually talks about you being bred by him is embarrassing but he doesn’t even seem to notice just paying attention to if you need to eat or rest. After he’s right back into fucking you full and raw.

He loves any position he can put you in so long as he’s closely pressed to you he hates when you're too far from him and tugs you back in close to him.

After Mating Season

After his rut is over and his senses go back to normal he’s hiding himself under the sheets horrified and ashamed of all the embarrassing things he said and did; but if you try to stand he’ll suddenly burst from his cocoon, telling you to sit down and he’ll do whatever you need.

He takes some convincing to let you roam free again and when you’re allowed to leave he’s extremely protective of you and doesn’t even let his brothers look at you for too long and starts yelling at them as he pulls you into his arms using his entire body as a shield. He has a nasty kick befitting a rabbit he’s not afraid to use if anyone touches you.

He’s your one and only mate and he’s extremely boastful of it he uses you to brag and is so proud to call you his and the thought of him successfully breeding you makes him glow with excitement he’s constantly pestering you over and over to let him do it again. He swears that doing it with you gives him good luck and you're an amazing lucky charm.

Leviathan

Before Mating Season

Leviathan is absolutely horrified by his Rut and is one of the ones to overly prepare for it at least a month in advance and has a small anime themed backpack to hold all of his essentials in. He packs a ton of water bottles with a fruity flavored vitamin powder. He gets easily dehydrated so packing them is a must unless he wants to pass out.

He tries to keep it a secret as long as possible. His heart wouldn’t be able to handle the embarrassment after exposure, though he really really wants to spend his Rut with you. He keeps imagining it over and over and eventually he gets too worked up and has to mastrubate to his photo collection of you.

He has a hard time looking in your eyes but can’t look away from you. He’ll stare at the back of your head, trying to keep his breathing even, but looking away when you catch him staring. He pretends not to know what you're talking about. But if anyone gets close to you he’ll hunt them down and tear them to pieces in a jealous rage

During Mating Season

When it hits he tries to stay hidden in his room drooling over some clothes he stole and whimpering your name as he sniffs it and pumps it around his painfully hard dick his head filled with nothing but you and how much he wants to see his cum overflowing inside you and dripping down your legs. Eventually he can’t take it anymore and stops hiding, seeking you out and pulling you up on his hips and carrying you home making you wrap your legs around him and him burying his nose into you rubbing his scent into you.

Expect him to apologize over and over for ignoring you and him begging for you to forgive him. He was just embarrassed he’ll apologize by licking and stroking your sex trying to make you feel so good that you forget or forgive him. Then moving your entrance and swirling his tongue around it.

He presses into you, hard, as he grips your hips with surprising strength and makes you see stars as he hits every good spot you have, and even helps you discover some new ones. Every time he cums he asks you not to spill it and he pushes as deep as he could into you.

If you pull his ears you’ll see a switch flip inside of him and he’ll shiver with every thrust pulling into you over and over. His mind just goes blank and he just wants to cum inside you as much as possible. The instinct of breeding you is the only thing on his mind after that.

Once in a while he stops for a short break, hydrating but eating like a bird the whole time he’s snuggling up with you and weakly checking his phone while nuzzling into your collarbone. Bathing with him he sinks low into the bath so only above his nose stick out of the water relaxing for a few minutes before he tries to fuck you in the bath.

After Mating Season

He buries his face in a pillow and apologizes for being so avoidant before he offers you his jacket to keep you warm as he softly rubs your sore and weak legs and wipes a cool damp cloth to clean you up. He’s shockingly not as embarrassed as he thought he would be after he just feels happy.

He’s attentive, bringing you your favorite homemade meal or snacks trying to cutely feed it to you. He claims he doesn’t want to overexert you after everything. But he just wants to take cute pictures of you getting hand fed.

After everything calms down, you find him more confident in him asking you for things especially ear scratches he’s developed an addiction to having your hands on them.

Satan

Before Mating Season

He’s had this written down and planned for a while. He knew when to pinpoint it’s start and prepared for it more and more as it came closer. He knew his emotions would be all over the place so he made sure that you knew and were properly locked inside his room with him. He’d rather avoid the clean up after. If his previous Ruts have taught him anything it’s he knows how messy he can get with dealing with annoyances. So he has you locked up so you both can get ready and stay productive until the day.

He becomes very touchy way more than before, constantly brushing up on you and scenting you before going back to whatever he was last doing. He scents you by holding your face and rubbing his palms over your cheeks and lips as well as shoving his face into the crook of your neck and nuzzling it; however, as the days go by they get more and more lewd with light pinches and/or groping.

He has everything set up like it’s going to be a week-long get away. Drinks stored in cooling containers, quick and nourishing meals prepped and a cute little “toy” to get you ready for the days ahead, though preparation is key and he reminds you of that every time you cum from it.

When he sleeps he ends up nearly chewing on your neck and shoulder and he humps you as you both sleep. He ends up ripping a lot of your clothes and the sheets as he sleeps but he doesn’t seem sorry.

During Mating Season

Satan becomes almost animalistic as he smiles at you and rips your clothes off with his teeth and one hand and suddenly palms your sex as he grinds his hard cock into your ass. He rips his own clothes off and praises your body from the crown of your head to your toes before he hauls you off to his bed.

He’s glad for the forethought of using the toy since he can’t help himself and pulls it out slowly before stuffing you back up with his dick laughing with heavy breathes as he enjoys how warm you are around him.

If you let him, he’ll bind you up, wrists, ankles, and neck, bound with leather belts as he tugs you along, using his thumbs to roughly rub your chest, making you cum over and over again until your nipples are rubbed almost swollen. He loves seeing the marks after, kissing and licking them.

Appeal to his rougher side and ask for more or even rougher treatment and he’ll completely lose his mind for you and treat you as rough as you want. He’s nearly worshiping you as you take each punishment after the last. He’s sure to kiss every mark he makes just to remind you he’s doing this in love.

He instructs you to keep every little drop he cums inside you and if you don’t he’ll be sure to spank your ass red, afterwards for any that drips out, he pushes back in with his thumb.

During breaks he’s overly sweet, kissing every mark as you rest and petting your face over and over. Pet him back and he’ll lean into it with a large blissful smile, you’ve never seen him so relaxed.

After Mating Season

He’s right back to normal after what happened but he’s now tailing you everywhere, watching over you. He makes sure that no one gives you any trouble, ready to crush, smash and rip limb from limb anyone and anything that might potentially hurt you, his brothers are included on that list of things to crush. You're his mate now and he can’t let anything happen to you.

He brings you fresh snacks, packing you lunches, and offering to take care of anything he can for you. He wants to keep you happy and in good spirits and seeing you content and taken care of makes his heart beat wildly.

He scents you even more, nuzzling you wherever he can get to and covering you with his smell. When you're alone he rests his chin on your head and just embraces you, he wasn’t a huge fan of showing affection before but when you're out of public view he’s all over you.

For at least a week he’s in a wonderful mood after spending his Rut with you, his smile dazzling and he openly admits that he’d now rather just have you in his room. You get to have a choice to stay in his room free to roam around it or you stay by Satan's side at all times. You get to pick your collar at least.

[honey-lemonz]

Kokushibou [Satisfied smut]

Xmale reader

3rd

Warning! Sexual Content!

Includes: stress sex, fight then fuck, koku being a bratty bottom, biting,blowjob, marking, multiple orgasms ,multiple rounds, over stimulation,  dirty talk, fighting during sex, degradation (heavly). Hiding, slapping, spitng, and a spite fuck. Goodness..Enjoy!

Kokushibou pushed the archer against the wall as both were fighting.

For almost 7 hours.

(M/n) or the archer was happily living on his land and was fine but. The dam fake Samurai had other plans to upset that. Like attacking him. Gods they hated each other..

To the point it was not comical.. no no.

Sexual almost.

Two strong men grunting and groaning, one with blood all over him..for being the one with more hits. Sweat on their bodies and one with his hair arrayed. Kokushibou was losing it.

Internally and externally.

Internally he could not understand why he was feeling slightly aroused in battle, especially with this fucker. The archer demon named Yasumebu (M/n). A demon he hates because he reminds him of his late twin.

Someone who is superior and most likely would be superior to him.

He felt his cock trying to poke in his hakama pants. His kimono was sticking to the sides on his body as he was forced on to the ground. Yasumebe was about to prepare an arrow until..

Kokushibou moved his leg to reveal he was aroused but no on purpose or on invitation. But (m/n) was the only other demon around who could have done this to him. To him it was weird. He froze the arrow and squinted at the Samurai.

He but his foot on Kokushibou's growing hard on and moved it without any sign of being gently. 

Kokushibou groaned and hissed at him. About half of his eyes, the three on the left pinched shut. It was not out of pain but only pleasure. This made Yasumebe..disgusted to say the least.

But also he wanted to kill the upper rank for what he had done...but torture is always a better cause.

"Look at you..you pervert. Getting aroused with me in a fight you picked..how promiscuous..really are that much of a bastard you need a dick in you to make you feel whole?"

He moved his foot more vigorously, it made the upper rank squeak but not moan. No! He will never get any sign of pleasure from him. "I-I am not, aany an c-can get aroused. Never for oor from you-"

"Oh cut the bullshit you bastard. You attack me in my home and demand I die so you an be the best? Or is it jealousy? Jealous of me to the point you want me to fuck you? Make you a proud man with my cock stuffed into all your slutty holes?"

Kokushibou's six eyes widen. He dropped his sword from the feeling. What feeling is this? He asked himself. Demons cannot blush or anything but he could feel his ears burn and his cock ache and throb.

He hated him to the point it turned him on? Is that possible? No.

He hated Yoriichi but they were brothers and that is just wrong...but this dam archer..

Before he realized his mistake of thinking to deep, he got an arrow into his wrist and an arrow shot his sword far away from him.

"Well took you too long to answer the question so it is a yes, isn't it? Gods, I hate you but I always give whores like you a chance. By now you'd probably be satisfied sucking a cock and dying. The great upper rank one? Such a fucking slut.."

The arrow glued his wrist together so he could not move em, he could make another sword but he had to concentrate to do that.  He needed his full energy to do it but his energy was focused on..him..the archer and how he needed t̶o̶ ̶k̶i̶l̶l̶ him.

The archer pulled Kokushibou by his hair next to a stool, he was gracious or caring about it.  He hated him and as did he.

But goodness did he remember how they fought. How strong he looked and how much strength it goes into an arrow. Not that he thought the sport was worth this time, oh never. But him...it made his condition worse. His cock was probably leaking streams of precum.

"Must you fight, I am helping you. Trust me I do not want a whore like you anyways, a good one can shut up and take it..you..most likely are a brat or bitch about it.."

Kokushibou hearing this moved his combined wrist up to scratch the shit out of his arms like a fucking cat.

"Goodness if you want to mark me already! Dam, such a needy bastard...beat how many times you sucked your masters cock all these years...most likely didn't make you choke or gag for the hell of it..but now worries like defeat and death.."

He brought his up to his face. Both were around the same height, so it worked. But Kokushibou was now on a bedding and he was looking up at him. So he felt smaller. He hated it. But it aroused him.

Hate what pleasures you. But between you and I..is not the first he gotten aroused at the thought..

"I make sure to be the one to make it your first.. now if you bite he I cut you cock off too. Got it?"

Hell to Yasumebe it was an excuse to just make him feel a better or worse pain.

"Tsk, as ever I would do as you ask yo-"

He got fucking bitched slapped in the face. "Now I'm going to say this again. You were the one who got to be a perv right? You can suck your masters cock for all of eternity then you can suck a real mans one and not a cowards. Something you need to do. Bite me and you can burn in the sun with my cum all over and inside you. Now be a good brat and suck."

He stood above him with a tight grip on his head and hair. (M/n)'s own cock was out and the marvel it was had the upper rank's mouth salivating.

He just stared at it, like it was something new to him. "What you never seen another mans dick before? Always ready to ride and suck one for you life, so be the slutty brat you are and do what you know best. Go one you need help is my cock to big for your mouth? The one you use to pledge and talk shit? "

In his head he muttered, probably eat it too.

Kokushibou opened his mouth to rebuttal..dumb move. A thick and long length was shoved down deep into his throat. Making his gag on spit and the length. H opened his lower eyes to see not even all of it was in his mouth. The hell?

(M/n) hissed and moved his hips back and forth, he was fucking his face. "Good little slut, do what you know best bastard. Then maybe I can fuck your other hole, maybe even be nice and let you cum.:

Kokushibou groaned on his cock and moved tied wrist to get a grip and move on his own accord, but no avail. His own cock was in need of help. His mind was erasing with how much pleasure would come if he would get fucked like a whore.

Which he is.

His tongue lapped at the lip and it moved in and out his throat. He was pumping his cock with his hands at the same momentum. So feverish and so tempting, it make slick warm between his thighs. His ass flexed at the homewreacking feeling.

His large cock pushing in and out of his made him close two sets of his eyes and let where his true ones stay open. (M/n) hissed and pushed his head all the way to the hilt of his cock and made his stay there. Groaning as Kokushibou's mouth filled with an ocean of cum he swallowed.

The taste wasn't as bad as he imagined. His cock spurted some ropes of cum but he knew with how his luck was playing it would not be the first time tonight. He was allowed to breathe and swallow the rest. 

(M/n) looked down at him, his eyes were glossy and he was gasping for air.."Goodness you really are that bad.."

Kokushibou didn't care about his pride or his will, or even the envy. He felt hatred and pleasure. He needed to feel more, it was so addicting. It was like a slow burn he loved. The fire in the pit of his stomach burned for more. To be full , imagining that amount of cum stuffing his tight entrance or making his abdomen bulge..

To be breeded like a mating whore for him..

(M/n) pushed the Samurai to the side of the bedding and for him to be on his front. Ass up, he pulled the rest of his clothing off him. He would often scratch him or put marks he knew he could heal over..if he was concentrated enough.

His plump ass had goosebumps as his breath glazed across it. No kissing rather biting. He bite down on his ass. "For such a plump ass, you and kiss a lot of it aye? Sluts like you can be so troublesome but in the end.."

H sat up and got close to Kokushibou's ear. He moved his already messy and disheveled hair. His lapped his ear lobe and bite down to make it bleed.

"All of you are just bratty whores who need to be taught their place..." Two fingers were pushed into his slicked up entrance and they clung onto (M/n)'s fingers like glue. Kokushibou moaned out curses as he slumped down. He turned his head to the side to he the rest of his.

It felt too dam good. His fingers were so close to his prostate and so close to making his mind wipe to pure ecstasy and pleasure, even if he wasn't at it already. He moaned out without a care in the world. Asking no begging for more. It made (m/n) want to torture him more..

They did hate each other, but to one it was just funny.

"M-more, please fuck me more gods..please..fu-fu~ck.." he cursed as he spread his legs wider to make his fingers go deeper to touch or even at least brush his prostate.

His eyes were closed except the true ones, the only one he could keep open. Upper rank one was glossy and also looked like a bunch of whores eyes. He bucked his hips when his own forgotten and needy cock was slowly getting pumped.

"Wait- WAI- no ahh~" As soon as he pumped his length and pushed deeper into his hole, feeling for his prostate. He came again onto the bedding. He gasped loudly and slumped over. Kokushibou's cock twitched but was still erect.

"Well, what was it you were saying bastard? Or were you too busy cumming like a little whore to even finish? Hmm well it guess my cock can satisfy your perverted self, disgusting."

He spat on his gasping hole and moved his fingers out. The amount of slick or cum on his fingers made him laugh at the pathetic state of the upper rank. "Wow, such a slut for all this? Wonder how easy it is to break your ass and see you go silly."

He yanked almost his hips back up to his waist, Kokushibou swallowed thickly at what was about to happen. (M/n) stroke himself and placed the tip of his cock on Kokushibou's gaping whole.

"One more thing pervert.."

He leaned forward to upper rank one, Kokushibou felt his chilling breath on his ear. All his eyes widen as his cock slowly pushed into him. 

He whispered:

"I win slut.."

He slammed his cock into him, pushing harshly onto his prostate and making the upper rank yelp and moan loudly. He almost screamed, (M/n) gave him no time to adjust. Rather he fucked him ruthlessly. He used his hair and yanked it, making him look at the ceiling and also to feel himself hit deeper and deeper.

Kokusibou was babbling about more and more. Or how he hated him. Just either 'fuck me' or 'i hate you'. The archer demon did not care. He was a slutty pervert who got what he wanted. A good cock with a good fuck.

"Such a tight- little slutty whole..gods, im going to loosen it up for you and make sure no one couuld fuck you like I- ah~could..you'd like that Kokushibou? To be a slut and ask others to fill you with their cocks like I do?"

He thrusted faster and harder, Kokushibo's prostate was abused and he felt himself cum again and again. Due to his unlimited stamina and would be fine. But he was feeling drained, he felt so fucking stupid. He was getting fucked stupid even more.

(M/n) hissed when Kokushibou tightened around him, he groaned and growled as he shot thick ropes of cum into his ass. Filling him over his opacity and making his abdomen stretch to accommodate to the amount. 

All his eyes, closed with tear stains. Kokushibo's head was let go and he fell straight into the bedding. (M/n) looked at him and didn't bat an eye to spit on his face. His lower half was with filled with cum or covered in it. He cleaned himself and took his arrow out of his wrist and gathered the rest.

He looked one more time at the upper rank. The most feared of them all, looking like a slut in heat. He pulled the hair that would have been a neat pony tail but now is just out and disheveled. He made him look him in his eye.

"See now upper rank? Such a pathetic fighter and warrior, you did do one thing. Your were a decent fuck, not the best but decent." he patted his head and walked out the destroyed house.

Soon it was lit on fire. To destroy what ever was left.

Kokushibou luckily got away and out of the suns fury. But he did hate the archer demon with all he had, and envy him so much. But fuck... he sighed as he stroked his cock from the memory.

"He was right.."

His licked away the cum from his ass as he pulled away his fingers and from his hand. His cock throbbed at the dull feeling. The lackluster feeling inside him only his enemy gave him.

"I am such a whore for yasumebe.."

[kindahoping4forever]

My Drug Is My Baby // Ashton Irwin

Thank you to everyone for your patience - I wrote and teased this story quite a while ago but I’ve unfortunately had some real life matters keeping me away from Tumblr. So it fits that I’m back with somewhat of a comfort fic (with a dirty edge because obviously) 😌. No big backstory, I was in a shitty mood, decided a horny smoke sesh in Ash’s backyard was the only cure and I wrote this surprisingly easily (for me). Thanks to @cal-puddies​​​​ for assuring me that this wasn’t just a “me” fantasy (lol) and for cheering me on in the form of copious clown emojis in the comments section of Google Docs.🤡🤡🤡🤡

Warnings: A boyfriend!Ash fic featuring weed smoking, mention of masturbation and sex toys, dirty talk, brief manual and oral stimulation of a female, dry humping, cum play

Word count: 3300

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You close your eyes, stretching out on the patio lounger and losing yourself in the music pouring from the bluetooth speaker on the table next to you. The cool night air blows across you and you surprise yourself with the volume of the pleased sigh you let out; it could just be the state you’re in but you swear it’s the best thing you’ve ever felt.

It’s only Tuesday but you’ve already absolutely had it with this week and all day the only thing you could think about was getting home, getting off and getting high. You’d hoped to tackle those last two items on your checklist with your boyfriend but just as you were pulling into the driveway, he texted saying he'd be home late.

You felt disappointed but adaptable and made a nice little evening for yourself: you ordered dinner from that Italian place only you like, indulged in a hot shower that went on for far too long and spent some quality time with your favorite vibrator. To close out your evening, you threw on your panties and one of Ashton's hoodies and headed out back to have a smoke in his “garden.” 

It’s not much, just a few pots with flowers and vegetables, but he’s so fucking proud of it, especially since you’ve helped him spruce it up with string lights and furniture, you’ve come to love it as much as he does.

You sigh again as the breeze continues to tickle your skin and you wiggle your toes, trying to decide if your bare legs are actually chilly or if you're just sensitive from your high. You're pretty sure you saw a blanket by the door but that seems super far away right now so instead you just hug your knees to your chest and try to fit them inside your oversized sweatshirt.

"Thought I heard a party back here," a voice teases from across the yard. 

You turn to look behind you, delight decorating your face. "I didn't hear the car pull up!" You consider running over to him and leaping into his arms but again, that seems like a lot of work so instead you just sit up on your knees, pucker your lips and wait.

Ashton chuckles, bounding over to plant a soft kiss to your impatient mouth. "Mmm, you taste sweet," he comments.

"Oh! I saved some for you," you exclaim, offering him the three-quarters eaten bag of kettle corn you've been snacking on.

He snorts and shakes his head but still dips inside for a handful. "Midnight snack in the garden and about 20 minutes ago I got five different messages that had no words but roughly three dozen kiss emojis… my love, are you high?" He spots your pipe on the table and turns it over in his hands, exaggeratedly inspecting. 

"Why, you jealous?" You giggle as you swipe it back from him.

"A little," he laughs, running a hand over your face and grinning as you melt into his touch. "Had a bit of a day myself."

You pout at his statement, yanking him down into another kiss, mewling as his beard scratches your face. "I was thinkin’ about packing another bowl, come smoke with me, tell me about it,'' you insist.

“Planned on it when I heard you back here,” he smiles. “Might need to go in and grab us another snack though, evidently.”

You stick your tongue out at him. "Oh wow, you're right, I am super sweet," you observe distractedly, now happily licking your own lips. 

Ash laughs joyfully, settling into the chaise opposite yours. You start off asking softball questions about each other’s day, wanting to save the bigger complaints for later, when the high can take the edge off. In between anecdotes, there’s that comfortable silence you always love falling into with him. The two of you are thinkers as well as talkers and sometimes you need to collect your thoughts before you launch into the next topic; you love that you both recognize and appreciate that need. You also love the chance to just observe your man, love watching his wheels turn as his mind works, love taking him in, marveling that he exists in your world.

Tonight you find yourself fascinated as he takes the supplies off the table and gets to work, fingers reaching into the stash jar to break off pieces of the bud, long hair falling in his face as he methodically loads them into the grinder. You can’t take your eyes off him, the metallic cylinder seeming to disappear in his large hands, veins becoming visible as he grips it, arms tensing and tattoos flexing as he twists, offering you a soft smile when he notices your gaze.

He stretches in his chair, trying to reach the pipe near you. It takes a minute to register that you should hand it to him, you’re caught up thinking about how big he looks leaning across the table, how his t-shirt pulling across his chest like that makes you want to bury your face in it, how warm it’d be, how safe and content you would feel.

Ashton gently says your name, breaking you from your reverie and gesturing towards the pipe.

You grab the glass piece and happily plop onto his chair to hand it to him, pecking him on the cheek for good measure. He chuckles at your eagerness, shifting to make room for you; he watches amusedly as you attempt to find a sitting position opposite him that is both comfortable and allows you to cover yourself with your hoodie.

“You know you’d probably be warmer if you didn’t come out here pantsless, baby.”

“You know I don’t believe in pants after 11pm, I can’t believe you’d suggest such a thing,” you reply with playful indignance, looking up at him triumphantly as you successfully bring the sweatshirt down over your crossed legs.

He cackles as he packs the ground weed into the bowl; he nudges your knee, which you correctly assume is his way of asking for the lighter he knows is in your hoodie pocket. You hand it to him and watch as he lights up and starts to take his first couple hits. 

You intended to pay more attention - admire his lips wrapping around the mouthpiece, his fingers flicking the lighter, let yourself be awed at how small your pipe looks in his hand - but you got distracted at the sight of his thick thighs as he sits cross-legged in his favorite basketball shorts. You think to yourself you don’t appreciate Ashton’s legs enough and reach out to tenderly rub your palms over them, humming contentedly when you find his skin as warm and comforting as you imagined.

“Baby...” He squeezes your hand on his thigh, refocusing your attention as smoke pours from his mouth. “You’re in a mood tonight, aren’t ya?” You can tell by his sing-songy tone and goofy smile he’s already starting to relax.

“Been thinkin’ bout relaxing with you like this all day,” you say dreamily. He offers you the pipe and you take it, practically purring when he sneaks his hands inside your sweatshirt and strokes over your legs while you smoke like you did with him. “Just happy you’re home and here with me.”

Ash pulls you into a slow kiss, tongue moving in the same delicate pattern his fingers are tracing on your thighs. “I missed you too, baby,” he admits as he pulls away. “You know I try not to be a downer but it was one of those days where I couldn’t help thinking it would’ve been better if we’d just shut off our alarms and stayed in bed together.”

“God, fucking same,” you commiserate, taking one more puff before passing the pipe back to him. “Tell me what happened.”

The two of you go back and forth trading stories, the pipe and every so often, a kiss. After a while, he decides to pack one more bowl and you lean back opposite him on the chair as he sets up again. You look at the stars, smiling to yourself as the combination of your high, the breeze and the sound of Ash quietly singing along to your playlist makes you shiver. Today was hard but if it’s what you had to go through to end up here in this moment? It was worth it.

You sit up on your elbows when you hear the spark of the lighter. You watch him take a long drag from the pipe and you’re not sure what it is but he just looks so goddamn beautiful, you find yourself overcome. Before you even realize what you’re doing, you crawl over to him and bury your face in the crook of his neck.

He giggles softly, sitting the pipe aside as you attach your mouth to his neck, giving him what could either be three hundred quick kisses or just three long ones, you’re not sure, your lips seem to be moving of their own accord and really all you’re thinking about in this moment is how much you wish the beard burn you’re feeling on your face was between your thighs.

“You good, baby?” He asks with a slight rasp in his voice, which you suspect is partly from his long day but also perhaps an indication he’s beginning to feel needy for you too. You take a detour to nip at his ear for a second before you kiss your way down his neck again; you work your mouth over the front and you moan when your tongue feels the vibrations of the soft moan he lets out.

You climb into his lap, straddling him and he stretches out his legs to accommodate you. You wrap yourself around him, in a kind of koala hug for a beat or two before quietly murmuring, “Been thinkin’ bout this all day too.” You offer him a deep, passionate kiss that tells him how much you need him, today, everyday and right now this fucking minute.

Ash waits for your lips to slow and then he pulls away, cradling your face, looking into your eyes, searching. His hazel eyes are gorgeous as always but blown wide from smoking; you know yours must look similar but you can tell he sees the love in them, can sense your hunger. He makes out with you for a few minutes, following your lead, waiting to see how far you want to take this.

Your kisses are becoming increasingly heated, increasingly filled with need and he decides to have a little fun with you. His hands run down your back and land on your ass, affectionately rubbing over your hoodie covered backside as he cheekily replies, “Thinking about me all day, huh? What exactly you been thinkin’ about all day?”

A naughty grin spreads across your face. You love playing this game with him. “Started this morning when I had to drag myself out of bed even though I had you naked next to me,” you start, leaning into another slow kiss before you pull back just slightly, staying close enough that your lips brush against his while you speak. “You looked so good when you told me goodbye, laying there half-asleep, cock more awake than you were. Wished I’d taken the time to slip you inside me, started off my day by feeling you get hard for me.” You begin grinding into his lap to emphasize your point.

Ashton licks over your lips, squeezing your ass approvingly as you move over him. “If you’d have done that, I guarantee neither of us would’ve left the house today,” he laughs sinfully. “What else, baby?”

Your hands brush over his bearded cheeks. “Every time I saw my reflection today I expected to see the marks your beard leaves - every weekend I just get so used to seeing my neck and chest so red… I miss it when we have to go back to reality,” you sigh, leaning back on your hands as you grind, exposing your neck, whining a little as he takes the bait and sucks a few spots on your skin, purposefully dragging his beard on you.

“Like that, baby?” He eggs you on, helping you ride him over his shorts, hands now roaming your ass over your panties, your hoodie having ridden up from your movements. “You want to know something I thought about today?” Suddenly his fingers are firmly gripping you and he gently lifts his hips up against your center, meeting your hips a few times to show you how hard you’ve made him.

You nod, gasping as you feel the swollen head of his cock rub directly over your clit, just two thin pieces of fabric separating you. Weed always makes you sensitive but you can’t believe how you can feel yourself already soaking through your underwear, making them feel even thinner than they already are.

You can tell Ash notices it too, his fingers moving down your ass, inching closer to your pussy, clearly having felt the wet spot you’re spreading on his shorts and wanting to feel it for himself. “Mind was wandering while I sat in traffic… thought about that time we got caught in that big jam driving home from the airport? Been so long since I’d seen you… you didn’t want to delay our reunion any longer so you started jerking me off right there,” he remembers, breath heavy. 

For a brief second you think he might pick you up and take you inside, fuck you against the glass door or maybe on the table in the entryway. But instead he keeps moving his hips with yours, biting his lip as the friction builds. "Got so hard remembering your lips wrapping around my cock just as I started to cum… I was so sure someone was going to see us but you couldn't give less of a fuck… Jesus, baby, you're dripping." His fingers dance over the wetness that’s spread down to your thighs and you breathe his name as he stills and pulls your panties to the side, sliding his fingers through your folds.

You brace yourself on his shoulders as he teases your clit. “Thought about you all day, Ash... was so ready to let you have me however you wanted as soon as I got home… but then you weren’t here… had to do it myself, think about you some more.” You’re not sure if you’re making sense but you’re so far gone you don’t really care and judging by the look on his face as he watches you grind into his hand, he doesn’t either.

“Saw your vibe on the nightstand, wondered what I’d missed out on,” he laughs, pressing your clit a few more times before bringing his fingers to his mouth and licking them clean. “Might have to ask for an encore performance, you know I love watchin’ you, baby.”

You feel his cock throb beneath you, as if to back up his claim. You groan and grip the tent in his shorts, pulling the material slack against him and squeezing, watching in awe as precum seeps through the fabric, leaving his bottoms almost as wet as yours. You can’t stop picturing how angry and red his cock must be from leaking like this; you decide you need to see it and pull him out of his shorts, whining when you see how shiny and wet he is for you.

You tap his cock on your clothed clit, rolling your hips over him, the both of you moaning at the motion. As good as it feels, it’s not enough and you push your panties to the side again and rub his tip directly against you, whimpering as he growls your name, his hands flying to your hips to keep you moving. 

Ashton’s fingers dig into your skin as he holds you against him, thrusting steadily through your wet folds. In your hazy state, you have the briefest thought of slipping him inside you but you’re already sure you could cum from this and it’s just feeling so good… has anything ever felt this good? You don’t want to stop. As you slide your pussy over his length, you can feel every ridge, every vein, you swear you can even feel his pulse as you move against his cock. You can’t stop.

“So fucking wet, baby,” he pants, hips moving wildly now. He slaps your ass a couple times, partly hoping it’ll get you moving faster and partly hoping it’ll get you to cum sooner because he’s not sure how much longer he can hold out. “Were you this soaked when you played with yourself earlier?”

You moan when you feel the sting of his palm. “Of course not,” you huff, nearing your end. “Nothing’s ever as good as when I’m with you… fuck Ash… love your cock so much, don’t even need it inside me to get off,” you ramble as you move eagerly on him. A few breathless whimpers later, you’re grabbing onto his shoulders as you cum and shake against him.

“Oh fuck, oh fuck, fuck,” he groans, pushing through your wetness once more just as it gets to be too much. You feel his cock jump and then he’s shooting cum all across your pussy; you gasp when you feel the warmth of his release on your thighs, a stark contrast to your cool, exposed skin.

Ashton tries to keep his eyes open so he can watch himself cover you in rope after rope but between the noises you’re making and the relief of finishing, he has to let his head fall back in bliss. You lean over him, softly nibbling at his lips as he comes down. 

“Hi,” you coo as his eyes flutter open.

“Hey,” he sighs, dazed.

“Think you ruined my panties,” you smirk.

Ash grins devilishly. “Is that a complaint?”

You coyly shrug and squeal as he suddenly presses the latch on the armrest, laying the chair flat, settling back to easily hoist you up over his face. You let out a desperate “Oh! Ash!” as his tongue licks you clean, eagerly moving across your folds and your thighs, mixing his cum with yours and swallowing it all down.

As he pulls away, he flicks over your clit a couple times, laughing warmly as you nearly jump out of his hold. “Relax, baby, I’m just playin’,” he soothes, pressing a soft peck to your pussy and each of your legs before moving you off of him.

Neither of you can seem to hold back the satisfied smiles painting your faces as you resituate yourselves: him putting his cock away and readjusting his chair, you peeling off your underwear and pulling your hoodie back down before crawling back into his arms.

You lay against his chest and the two of you bask in euphoric silence for a few minutes, curling into each other as the late night breeze picks up. You start to wonder what he’ll do if you fall asleep out here, when he reaches for the long-forgotten pipe, sparking the lighter to finish the bowl he started before you got frisky.

Your eyes meet as he pulls his hit and when he’s done, you press your lips to his, inviting him to pass the smoke from his mouth to yours. You easily finish off the bowl together like that and then you’re back on his chest again, sated and stoned.

“Sorry you had a shit day, love,” Ashton murmurs, pecking your forehead.

“Same… but it’s kinda funny to think that the shittiest days always seem to lead to some of my favorite nights with you,” you muse, softly sighing as he wraps his arms around you and squeezes you tight.

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[sgstories123]

Daddy-O

“Daddy-O! Thanks for picking us up.” Charlene threw her bags of shopping into the front seat of the gleaming blue BMW before joining her friend Rachel at the back of the car.

Mr Tan just smiled at her 18 year-old daughter. He is a successful businessman but he has spent so little time on his family that his wife left him a couple of years ago. Since then, he swore to spend more time on his daughter and less time making money. So when his daughter wanted him to fetch her home from a shopping trip, he cancelled his meetings for the day and left to pick her up.

Mr Tan looked at the rear view mirror. He knew Rachel. She was one of Charlene’s shopping buddies and had been to their house several times. She looked a bit like Charlene and can easily be mistaken to be her sister or cousin. Both were about the same height of 1.7metres and spotting a slim and slender frame. They both enjoyed water sports and so both were tanned with perhaps Rachel being slightly darker with slightly larger breasts than Charlene. Their mannerisms were quite similar too. Both were now giggling at some jokes and flicking their long hair back as they threw their heads back in laughter.

“What did you buy, girls?” Mr Tan asked from the front of the car.

“New bikinis,” Charlene replied immediately. “We are having a weekend pool party so we bought new outfits. And, Daddy-O, there was this beautiful designer bag that I just got to have. It costs a bomb but I don’t think you will mind, right?”

“Of course not. Anything for my daughter,” smiled Mr Tan.

“Rachel wanted it too but she spent all her money on the bikinis. She…oh wait.” Charlene stopped talking and looked intently at the message on her handphone.

“Shucks! I forgot that we are supposed to meet our lecturer for the group project discussion today. I am going to be so screwed.” Charlene whined. “Daddy-O, can you drop me off at school?”

“Oh. Shall I accompany you to school then?” Rachel asked.

“No. That is not necessary. I will be done in about an hour or so. Why don’t you head back to my house and wait for me?” Charlene replied without looking up from texting an excuse to her study group.

A few minutes later, Mr Tan dropped Charlene off at her school. “See you later, Rachel!” Charlene shouted before closing the car door and waving a quick good-bye to her father.

Mr Tan drove back to his condominium with Rachel in his car. He had never spent time alone with Rachel before as Charlene was always around. He found her to be quite charming. They shared a couple of jokes and laughed together happily. Looking at her through the rear mirror, he realised that she was quite pretty and attractive.

Once they reached his home, he opened the door to his condominium unit and invited Rachel in. “You have been here several times. Make yourself at home.” He left the shopping bags on the sofa. “Looks like you girls have been busy cleaning up the shops,” he smiled. “There are drinks in the fridge. Help yourself.”

Rachel went into the kitchen while Mr Tan sat down in on the sofa and switched on the television. He was feeling a little tired. “Do you want me to get you something, Uncle?” Rachel called from the kitchen.

“Oh, thanks! Can you get me a beer?” Mr Tan called out, surfing for a good Netflix movie.

He heard a Rachel coming out of the kitchen with two cans of beer in her hand. She set a can on the table and opened the other. The beer foamed out of the can, leaving a trail on the side of the can. Rachel instinctively licked the side of the can, stretching her pink tongue over the can. She pursed her lips and sipped off the excess beer. Mr Tan found that extremely erotic and his cock got hard, making an uncomfortable dent in his pants.

“Oops. Sorry about that. Here’s your beer, Uncle.” Rachel handed the can to Mr Tan. He took a sip, knowing that he just drank Rachel’s saliva mixed with the beer.

Rachel opened her own can of beer and again, the beer foamed out of the can. This time, it dripped onto her t-shirt, making a tiny dark patch on her breasts. Rachel licked the can again and this time, Mr Tan looked more intently at her tongue, imagining how it would feel if it was on his hard, warm cock instead of the cold, metallic can.

“Gosh. I am so careless. I need to wash this.” Rachel sighed. She took off her t-shirt, revealing a white bra covering a pair of perfect, round breasts. She walked into the kitchen to wash her t-shirt and returned to Mr Tan, still in her bra.

Mr Tan tried to appear nonchalant and not look at Rachel. “I didn’t know you drink beer. I thought young girls will go for Coke or something like that.”

“Nah. I drink beer once in a while. It is relaxing.” Rachel looked at Mr Tan. “Don’t worry. Charlene is not a beer person. She is a good girl.” Rachel laughed and reassured Mr Tan.

“No, you misunderstood me. I am not saying that drinking beer is bad. Just surprised. That’s all.” Mr Tan blushed in embarrassment.

“Are you blushing? Gosh, that’s so cute.” Rachel giggles. That made Mr Tan blushed even more. Was it the beer?

“Here, let me show you what we bought today.” Rachel reached over Mr Tan to grab a shopping bag. Mr Tan could feel Rachel’s breast resting on his chest. His cock was harder than ever and he hoped Rachel will not notice.

Rachel pulled out a red bikini. “Nice? Let me wear it for you.” She stood up and removed her bra, exposing her bare breasts. Mr Tan caught a quick glimpse of small, pinkish nipples before they disappeared behind the red bikini. Rachel pulled off her pants, revealing matching white panties. These were pulled off and for a short while, Mr Tan caught sight of a small triangle of pubic hair and a faintly visible slit before they were covered up by the red bikini again.

“Nice?” Rachel asked again? Mr Tan looked at the 18-year old girl, dressed in a red bikini that showed off her cleavage well. Rachel’s tanned, athletic and slender legs were made even sexier in the little red thong that Mr Tan knew barely covered her privates.

“Yes. Very sexy. I am sure all the boys would be attracted by you.” Myself included. Mr Tan thought to himself. Trying to shift his thoughts elsewhere, he asked “What is this bag that Charlene liked so much?”

“Oh. It is the latest model. Very pretty. Here, let me show you.” Rachel rummaged through the shopping bags before taking out a small, squarish blue bag out of a box.

Rachel caressed the bag lovingly, her eyes not leaving it for even a second. “I wished my dad was as generous as you, Uncle. I would have loved to have this bag too. Imagine if Charlene and I both went shopping with this bag.” Rachel sighed.

Rachel put away the bag in its protective case carefully before returning to her seat next to Mr Tan. She continued sipping her beer and watching the television, seemingly lost in thought.

She turned around and looked at Mr Tan. “Uncle, if I am your daughter, will you treat me like Charlene and buy me whatever I want?”

“Of course! Why not?” Mr Tan replied. “You are so pretty. Any daddy will want to spoil you with gifts.”

“Then, can you be my daddy and buy me gifts?”

“What do you mean? Adopt you?” Mr Tan was confused.

“Ha ha!” Rachel laughed. “That’s funny. I mean be my sugar daddy. Let me show you what I can do.”

Without waiting for his response, Rachel leaned forwards and unbuckled Mr Tan’s belt. Her fingers brushed on his hard cock. She turned up to look at Mr Tan with surprise. “Gosh! Are you already hard?”

She unzipped his pants, revealing Mr Tan’s hard cock straining against his underwear. She pulled down the underwear, releasing his cock. Finally, Mr Tan’s cock was free from the confines of his underwear.

“You have a nice, thick cock, Daddy.” Rachel was going with the flow now. “Can I please suck it, Daddy?”

Mr Tan did not know how to react. Here was a sexy young girl in a red bikini offering him a blowjob but this young girl was also his daughter’s friend.

“Pretty, please, Daddy? I promise to be good.” Rachel whined in the most innocent and seductive voice. Mr Tan heard himself say “Yes, be a good girl and suck on my cock.” Did he say that? He seemed to be in a daze.

Rachel need no further encouragement. She spit on the head of the cock and using her tongue, she smeared the saliva all over the cock, lubricating it. Slowly, she engulfed the head of the cock, pressing her lips tightly on the tip and drawing a sigh of pleasure from Mr Tan. Her left hand stroked the shaft slowly, drawing seductively lines along the length of the cock. Her right hand cupped his balls, squeezing them gently. Occasionally, she will gently scratch the base of his cock, just behind the balls with her fingers, making Mr Tan gasped in pleasure.

Slowly, she drew in more of his cock, all the while sucking and maintaining pressure on his cock. Finally, she had swallowed his whole cock in her mouth, with the tip of his cock touching the back of her mouth. She continued sucking with her left hand now alternating between squeezing the base of his cock and jerking it.

Mr Tan was moaning in pleasure from the blowjob. Rachel was very good at this. He held on to her head, guiding her to enhance his pleasure. Once Rachel had his whole cock in her mouth, he knew he could not hold back any further. He felt his balls tighten and shot his load into her mouth. Instead of pulling away, Rachel continued to suck and squeeze every drop of his cum. When she was done, she pulled away and smiled seductively at Mr Tan. She opened her mouth to show him his cum in her mouth, before swallowing everything in one gulp.

Rachel got up and sat on Mr Tan’s lap. She leaned over and whispered seductively into Mr Tan’s ear. “Thank you, Daddy.”

Mr Tan’s cock stiffened again, pushing against Rachel’s ass. Rachel turned and smiled when she saw the hard cock.

“Rachel is a bad girl. Rachel did not do a good job. Please punish Rachel, Daddy. Stick your hard cock into Rachel. Make Rachel cry out in pain, Daddy.” Rachel cried.

She grabbed Mr Tan’s cock with one hand, stroking it to its full hardness. With the other hand, she pulled apart her red thongs, exposing her love hole. With one practiced movement, she guided Mr Tan’s cock into her cunt.

Mr Tan groaned in pleasure as his cock pushed swiftly into the tight, young vagina. As Rachel started to ride on Mr Tan’s cock, she removed her bikini top, offering her bare breasts to Mr Tan. He did not resist the offer, squeezing both breasts with his hands, licking and sucking each pink nipple in turn.

Rachel was also moaning in pleasure. Mr Tan had a thick cock so it was stretching and filling her cunt, sending orgasmic pleasure through her. She grind herself on his cock, moving forwards and upwards, increasing her pace as her pleasure intensified.

“Do you want to be my sugar daddy? Can you buy me whatever I want?” Rachel grunted softly into Mr Tan’s ear as she rode him. “Yes, be my daughter. I will buy you whatever you want.” Mr Tan panted, his shirt now drenched in his sweat.

Rachel hugged Mr Tan tightly. “Thank you, Daddy. I love you.” She wrapped her legs around Mr Tan, positioning herself at an angle so that Mr Tan’s cock could enter her even more deeply. She increased her pace, squeezing Mr Tan’s cock with her cunt as tightly as she could. Mr Tan could not hold back any more. With a grunt, he shot his second load into Rachel, hugging her as tightly as he could as his little soldiers charged into the tight chamber.

They held each other for a while until Mr Tan’s cock became soft and plopped out of Rachel’s cunt. Rachel gave Mr Tan a kiss on the lips. “Thank you, Daddy.” She got up and sperm trickled down her legs. “I need to take a bath.”

“Follow me.” Mr Tan led Rachel into the common toilet. “Let’s take a bath together,” he suggested.

As Mr Tan showered Rachel, his hands roamed all over her body, caressing her smooth young skin and enjoying the touch of the contours of her tight, muscular body. His cock became hard again.

“Daddy, are you hard again?” Rachel asked innocently.

Mr Tan’s lust overcame him. He needed to fuck this girl again. “Come with me.” He pulled Rachel out of the toilet and into Charlene’s room. He took a towel and dried both of them hurriedly. Seeing one of Charlene’s large t-shirt on a chair, he took it and put it on Rachel. “Don’t catch a cold. Now lie face down on Charlene’s bed with your ass facing me.”

Rachel thought that perhaps Mr Tan was into SM. Was he going to spank her bottom?

“Is Rachel a bad girl? Don’t spank me, Daddy.” Rachel role-played as well as she could.

“You are now Charlene, not Rachel.” Mr Tan replied.

Rachel got it immediately. Mr Tan is living out an incest fantasy. She mimicked Charlene’s mannerism. “Daddy-O. I am such a naughty girl.”

Mr Tan’s cock hardened immediately when he heard the term “Daddy-O” used by Charlene. He hugged Rachel from behind, sniffing at Charlene’s scent from her t-shirt.

“Daddy-O. Fuck me! I want you to fuck me!” Rachel cried.

Mr Tan grabbed his cock with one hand and with the other parted Rachel’s cunt. Overcome with lust, he did not bother with foreplay but forced his cock into the tight hole in one swift stroke. He pumped Rachel furiously from behind, leaning forward to squeeze her breasts and taking in deep breaths of Charlene’s scent, all the while imagining that he was fucking his own daughter.

Rachel was swept up by Mr Tan’s animal lust and lost herself in her pleasure. She remembered her role though and occasionally moaned “Fuck me, Daddy-O!” for Mr Tan’s pleasure.

Mr Tan increased his pace and hugged Rachel even more tightly. Minutes later, he came a third time into Rachel. He turned Rachel’s head upwards for a kiss. “Don’t tell anyone and I will buy you whatever you want. When we are alone, your name is Charlene.” 

[language-of-love]

18 because i am very much missing drinking a beer on the patio of my favorite place

agree to disagree... (mild E, Summer Soft prompt series)

David and Patrick get a little carried away after a long day and a few drinks with friends.

....

The condensation on his bottle has loosened the label enough for his fingernail to finally snag it free from the glass and he begins to slowly scratch at it, his focus hazy from the alcohol, the long day and the freckle hidden beneath the sweater where his thumb is moving back and forth across David’s shoulder. It’s his favorite freckle. And as much as he loves the company of their friends, he wishes they were at home, where he could give that freckle the attention it deserves. He’d trace it with his tongue and kiss the skin around it until David laughs and begs him to stop, which he won’t, because it’s his favorite freckle.

It’s been a long day. Too slow for most of the day and then slammed until closing, leading to a bit of bickering about whether to restock tonight or in the morning. David had eventually relented and they’d spent the half hour needed to set things right, but he’d huffed and puffed about it, leaving Patrick, well, equally annoyed and turned on and eager to get his husband alone.

But they love their Friday night hangs with Stevie and Twyla, with an occasional drop in from Ray or a random other friend or two. They’d all just started converging outside the Cafe earlier in the summer, Patrick and David always arriving first, with Stevie wandering in whenever and Twyla dropping into a chair with mozzarella sticks and fries as soon as she switched the sign on the door to closed. One of them would always volunteer to replenish drinks so Twyla could get off her feet and by the end of the night, they’d all be happily tipsy with greasy fingers and aching bellies from laughing too hard, usually at David. 

Tonight is no different and Patrick’s gaze shifts from his beer bottle to David, unsurprised to see three fries trapped between his fingers in the hand he’s currently gesticulating wildly with as he tells the story of Roland thinking their bath salts were rock candy and the chaos that had ensued. 

“That man is a menace to society,” Stevie grumbles under her breath. She’s wearing her hair in a ponytail again, which Patrick thinks looks really great on her, but he’ll never say as much. He’s just really happy to see her thriving and he won’t risk an unwelcome compliment derailing that. 

“And Jocelyn is either a saint or a masochist, I’m not sure which,” he agrees before draining the last of his beer.

“She has to be a little of both,” David mutters through his mouthful of fries.

Patrick’s attention shifts back to David again and his eyes fall to his lips, pink from his wine and greasy from the fries and his ability to focus on anything else ceases to exist. His neck, already dewy from the humid evening, grows even hotter beneath his collar as he thinks about how badly he wants to lean in and taste…

David’s head turns and their eyes meet and even though no words are spoken, relief washes over Patrick as shared wants and intentions are communicated loud and clear. 

“Patrick’s getting drunk, so we’re gonna head home.”

His reflex is to argue that he’s only had three beers and is nowhere near drunk, but he keeps his mouth shut at David’s excuse and just shakes his head, smiling at Twyla and Stevie who are looking at both of them with way too knowing smiles.

“Leave your mess, it’s my turn to clear,” Stevie says as she pushes her chair back and stands up, waving off Twyla’s protest as she grabs the necks of empty bottles and snatches David’s wine from his hand to drain the glass herself.

“Menace,” David teases.

“Saint,” Stevie responds, giving Patrick a quick nod before disappearing into the Cafe.

Patrick’s on his feet now, reflexively reaching out for David’s waist as he goes to stand next to him by his chair.

“See you boys in the am,” Twyla says through a yawn and Patrick just smiles and blows her a kiss. She wrinkles her nose and gives them a little wave and Patrick leans into David’s side as he turns to lead them up the street towards their house. It’s a little too warm to be pressed this close and Patrick immediately begins to feel a bit flushed, but he’s been needing contact for hours and he’s too greedy to let go. 

“Think that was too obvious?”

“Don’t care,” Patrick replies, his voice a bit crackly from the need clawing up his throat.

They’ve only made it two blocks when he feels David’s hand at the small of his back begin to tug the fabric of his shirt free from his pants and it’s half a block later when Patrick’s control slips and he’s dragging David down a side street so he can press him up against the chipped brick wall of the Post Office and finally get a taste of his mouth. He gasps against David’s lips as ringed fingers slide up the inside the back of his shirt, grabbing at his sweaty skin and dragging him somehow closer. 

“Too hot,” he mumbles against David’s mouth, referring both to the rapidly rising temperature of their bodies and David himself, but he’s too busy kissing him again to elaborate. He tastes even better than Patrick had imagined and he welcomes his tongue, sucking gently on it until he hears tiny whimpers escape David’s throat. Releasing it, they both take a few heaving breaths and make an attempt at centering themselves. It’s late and the town around them is quiet and deserted and there’s a stirring part of him that wonders if he’s as adventurous as the moment wants him to be. Taking stock of his body, his hands are already wandering and David’s breath is hot against his mouth and...

“Come on,” David whispers, so softly that Patrick barely hears it through the sound of his heart pounding between his ears, but he feels the tug at his elbow and lets David lead him further around the building until a dark, more private spot is found. The brick is surprisingly cool as he leans back against it, but he doesn’t really have time to register more than that before David’s mouth is like fire licking at his neck and his hands are working efficiently to unbuckle his belt.

“Oh fuck,” he somehow manages to breath out, gasping into the humid night as David unzips his jeans and takes a firm grip of his cock over his boxers. He knows from that first touch that this is going to be quick, and dirty, and he’s sure David can feel him swelling at the excitement of the thought of it. 

His eyes had fallen shut with pleasure, but he can feel David’s gaze on him, so he meets it, working hard to stay focused on the heat he sees there as David’s hand slides over his sensitive skin, quickly driving him to the brink of insanity. 

“I really annoyed you tonight, huh?” David goads, kissing Patrick before he can respond, which Patrick is thankful for. Words aren’t his friends right now, at least no coherent ones. David’s kiss is languid, almost teasing, a stark contrast to the urgency of his fingers, making Patrick feel a bit off balance and out of control. But David knows what he’s doing. 

He really knows. 

Patrick’s sweating through his shirt and his thighs feel clammy in his jeans, but god, he’s in heaven, close to it anyway, closer than he’s prepared to be. He wants this to last, but needs the release just as badly. Pulling back from David’s mouth, he manages to half mumble and half moan that he’s close, which earns him a few slower strokes as his husband lowers himself to his knees. There’s a bit of a grumble from David about his pants and the grass, causing a laugh to breach Patrick’s haze of pleasure. 

His love for this man goes to his very core. 

At the first touch of David’s tongue, Patrick loses any semblance of reality, caring not at all about their whereabouts, only on David and his mouth and the press of his fingers at the back of his thigh and the button of his jeans pressing into his hip where it’s trapped against David’s palm. He comes on a groan with his fingers fisted in David’s hair and his other hand pressed flat against the bricks in a feeble attempt at keeping himself steady. 

Thankfully, David’s back on his feet and leaning against him almost immediately, saving his buckling knees from sending him to the grass. David’s hand is soft as it cradles his face, his eyes warm as he smiles in amusement at Patrick’s near collapse.

“Proud of yourself, I see,” Patrick jokes as soon as he’s caught his breath.

“I got my husband to have sex in public, so yeah, I’m taking a bow.”

“We’ve had sex in public before.”

“In a car is not in public, Patrick, we’ve discussed this.”

Finally feeling steady on his feet, Patrick shifts his weight to the small of his back so he can free his hand from the wall and place his palms on David’s chest. 

“Agree,” he whispers as he slides his hands down the front of David’s sweater between them towards his waist, “to disagree.”

David’s hips sway towards him as Patrick’s hands find the waistband of his drawstring pants, the crisp hair on his belly tickling his knuckles as he slides his fingers beneath the fabric. Patrick is still learning the nuances of David’s wardrobe, but the easy access of his favorite style of pants is definitely something he’s come to appreciate. 

Tipping his chin up, he smiles against David’s mouth as he snakes his hand into David’s briefs, nipping at his bottom lip as he grazes the tips of his fingers over his half-hard cock. David whimpers and Patrick touches him more purposefully, taking advantage of his mouth dropping open to slide his tongue inside, kissing him deep, tasting himself as he takes back control. 

“Okay, I agree,” David pants as he pulls his mouth free, collapsing his body further into Patrick as he braces his forearms on the brick on either side of Patrick’s head. It brings David’s mouth right up against his lips, breath heaving as his hips rock into Patrick’s touch.

“You know I like it better when you stand your ground,” he whispers, nudging David’s nose as he gives him a less than gentle squeeze.

“Fine, fuck it, I take it back, Patrick…” His breathing has gone shallow and his bottom lip is trapped between his teeth and Patrick knows he must be close and quick decisions have to be made. 

“Lean back,” he orders, and David does, moving his weight to his hands so Patrick has room to free him from his pants and move his sweater out of the way of the inevitable mess. David’s coming into his hand after a few more quick pulls, his forehead dropping to Patrick’s as he tries to catch his breath as Patrick works him through the aftershocks. He loves stroking David until he feels him begin to soften, drawing small moans from the back of his throat in pleasure and protest. Patrick finds his mouth for a lingering kiss as he wipes his hand on the wall, wishing he’d had the time and agility to finish David with his mouth. But, he knows David has his hand sanitizer in his pocket and he knows he’ll hear him complain all the way home and he knows they’ll both be worked up again by the time they get there to do things right in the privacy of their bedroom.

He loves how he knows David so well and how well David knows him. It’s become his absolute favorite thing about being married, an unexpected understanding of all of the complexities and imperfections of another person. He loves finding new avenues to love David the more that is revealed. And this, having messy, public sex after a frustrating day, he’ll learn something from this, too. 

“My hand sanitizer is in…”

“Your pocket, I know.” 

He’ll get it in a second. Right now, he just wants to kiss his husband a little more. Smiling up at him he waits the few beats it takes for David to catch on, which he does, and they meet each other halfway. 

[bitchin-beskar]

Hi! Could you do prompts 12 and 22 for Pedro? I love your writing, and as as long as you are willing I will keep requesting more. Your writing makes me happy and allows me to escape from everything for a little bit which is really nice! Thank you!!!

Anon, you’re going to make me cry this is so sweet, I’m so happy you like my writing! As long as you send in requests, I will happily write for you! That being said, I will be writing a second part to this story. It was originally just going to be a one-shot, but the more I wrote, the more I wanted to split this into two chapters. I’m not sure when I will be able to have the second chapter out, as I have other requests and my own stories I need to focus on, but I promise you will get a second chapter!! The beginning ended up being darker than I originally planned, but I hope you still like it!!

Close Call

Rating: M

Word Count: 3.5k

A/N: This story is rated M just to be safe, there are mentions of kidnapping and threats of forced prostitution (but not descriptive), so if that is triggering to you at all, please be aware. 

Requested: #12: “I don’t know if I can exist in this world without you.” and #24: “I don’t know where I am. Help me.”

Fuck. Fuck, fuck, fuck, fuck. 

God, you were an idiot. Why, why didn’t you listen? 

Your friends had offered to get you a ride, why had you turned them down?

Cause you were an idiot. That was the only explanation. You’d been sure you knew the way back to your Airbnb, you swore to them that you’d be fine to walk home from the bar. You had pepper spray, you had basic martial arts training, you knew all the little tricks in case you were jumped. 

You should have known better, dammit. How many times has it been drilled into your head that you don’t walk unfamiliar streets at night. You blame the alcohol. You weren’t drunk, but clearly tipsy enough that your judgement was impaired. 

The longer the walked, the more you sobered up, and the more worried you became. You rubbed your cold fingers together to try and warm them. You didn’t recognize any of the street signs, and of course, you didn’t have the address of the Airbnb saved. Your friend had made the reservations, and you hadn’t thought to write the address down, and of course tonight was the night she was out with her boyfriend at the theatre.

You cursed your bad luck as you stopped under a streetlamp, digging through your purse for your phone. It takes way longer than it should to find it, considering the size of your purse. As you’re fishing your phone out, you hear… something. 

Pausing, you listen intently. It had sounded like… someone talking? It had been faint, and you looked around suspiciously. It’s dark, and the streets around you appear empty. Sighing, you figure it must have been your overactive imagination combined with the paranoia that came with walking strange streets at night.

You begin walking again, opening up your phone to check and see if you could find any texts that gave you an inkling of where you were staying when you heard it again. There was definitely someone talking. You tried not to panic, but you could feel your hands beginning to shake, and not from the cold. Maybe it was someone else who was out at night, walking home, just like you were. There was no reason to panic. You turned a corner, and discreetly glanced behind you. 

Okay, now you should panic. Three men, each at least six feet tall if not taller, and built like offensive linemen were walking not even twenty paces behind you. You tried to stay calm, and picked up the pace, walking faster, but not quite at a jog. You listened intently as they rounded the corner, and your heart stopped as you heard them start to move quicker as well. You held your phone protectively in front of you, hiding it from the men stalking you. 

Shakily, you dialed 911, holding it carefully to your ear so that you could avoid tipping the men following you off. You continued to walk quickly, praying for someone to just pick up the damn ph–

“Hello, 911, what’s your emergency?” 

You could have sobbed with relief, but instead you answered, your voice as low a whisper as you could get while still being audible. “Please, I need help. I’m walking down the street and there are three large men following me,” you paused for a quick breath, and to check the street signs. “I’m walking by the corner of Maple and Edgewood, please help me.” 

The woman on the other end responded quickly. “I’ll send a cruiser immediately, I need you to stay on the line for as long as possible.” You wanted to feel relieved, but in that moment, one of the men behind you must have realized that you were calling for help, because you could hear their pace speed up into a fast jog. “Oh god,” you breathed, immediately beginning to sprint. “They’re running now, please, please help,” you spoke louder, your breaths coming in pants as you ran. You weren’t worried about staying quiet, not now. Now you were just trying to run faster than the men chasing you.

You could hear the woman on the other end speaking, but there was blood rushing in your ears, too loud to hear her. As your feet pounded into the pavement, you were so grateful you’d chosen pants and flats to go drinking in, as they certainly would have caught you had you been in heels. 

Despite your sprint, you could hear the men behind you catching up. There were tears streaming down your cheeks as you ran, but you ignored them, trying desperately to hold out until the police cruiser got to your location. There was a sudden weight on your back, rough hands snatching your waist in a bruising grip as you went tumbling to the ground. Your head smacked on the concrete, and your vision went black. 

When you opened your eyes, it took you a while to realize you weren’t in bed. For one, you couldn’t see a thing. You blinked a couple of times, and it took you longer than it should have to realize there was something over your eyes, and in your mouth,

Confused, you tried to touch your face, only for you to realize your hands were restricted, bound. Shit. 

Suddenly, the memories came flooding back, the walk back to the Airbnb, the dark streets, the men chasing you, running, running, falling– 

You squeezed your eyes shut, even though you couldn’t see anything, whimpering quietly around the fabric shoved past your lips and between your teeth. God, where were you? There was a sharp clang somewhere to your left, and your whole body jerked, flinching back away from the noise. You listened intently, and realized there were faint voices coming from… underneath you? 

Maybe you were on a second story, or even higher, and you slumped in disappointment. Even if you managed to get your hands free, and the blindfold and gag off, the chances of you being able to escape were slim to none. You curled into a ball as best you could, and tried to keep the tears at bay. You didn’t want your captors to see you cry.

You heard the scrape of something against the floor, and as heavy footsteps began to move, getting louder and moving upwards, you realized someone was coming up to check on you. You couldn’t control the flinch your body gave, and the dark, raspy laugh that followed sent shivers down your spine. 

“Ah, our little guest is awake,” the voice crooned, and you faintly noticed that his voice would have been almost handsome, if not for the dark, twisted way his tongue wrapped around his words. “You’ve been out for quite some time, little girl.”

A hand snatched your chin, and you couldn’t help the desperate whimper that left your mouth. “Aw, are you scared, little girl?” His voice was heavy with a dark amusement as he jerked your chin from side to side, likely examining your face. “There’s no need to be frightened. I’m sure the company we sell you to will treat you well.” 

You could feel the blood draining from your cheeks, and another dark chuckle rang out from in front of you. “Well, so long as you please their customers of course!” His thumb ran over your bottom lip, and you shuddered. “Some of them can get kind of… violent.” His voice lowered, as though sharing a secret with you. “But you look like you could take it. Oh I wish I got to watch them break you little girl,” he leaned in, and you felt something wet and slimy run across your cheek. Oh god, was that his tongue??

His grip tightened on your aching jaw. “You don’t have much longer to wait, little girl. They’ll be here within a couple hours to pick you up.” He patted your cheek sharply, more like a slap. There was a rustling, and you heard his footsteps begin to move away and back down the stairs. 

You wanted to sob, but you held back, knowing that if you broke down now, you were never going to have a chance at getting out of there. You heard the door open and slam shut a couple of times, and you realized they must have left. Listening for god knows how long, you waited to see if there was any indication that there was anyone else in the building.

After what seemed to be an eternity, you began to move, experimenting with how much leeway your hands had. After a couple experimental tugs, you realized your hands had to be tied to something in front of you. Leaning forward was awkward, and your fingernails scratched your skin a couple of times before they were able to grab the blindfold. Yanking it off, you sat back, blinking rapidly to adjust your vision.

It looked like you were in some kind of warehouse, clearly old and abandoned going off of the graffiti lining the walls. You focused on the ground in front of you, and saw this metal ring soldered to the ground, with your hands bound in rope to it. You wanted desperately to rip your gag off, but it was tied too tightly, and you wouldn’t be able to undo it without being able to move your hands behind your head. 

You twisted your hands back and forth, struggling to see the knots in the dim lighting of the warehouse. The rope used to bind your wrists looked old, and the metal ring soldered in the ground had a couple of screws sticking out of it, so you began to rub the rope back and forth across the screws as fast as the rope would allow you to.

Back and forth, back and forth, you weren’t sure how long you’d been rubbing the rope when you heard a snap. The rope loosened, and with a few quick, sharp tugs, the rope completely unraveled, and your hands were free. 

Your fingers flew to the rag between your teeth, clawing at the fabric until it finally came loose, and you pulled it from between your lips with a gasp. You sat there for a moment, hands shaking now that they were no longer bound to the ground. You slowly stood, your legs numb from sitting in an awkward position for so long. 

Once you’d finally regained feeling in your legs, you slowly crept towards the stairs. You had to get out of this warehouse, and as far away as possible before they came back. You’d been on the phone with 911 when they’d attacked, but you had no idea how long you’d been asleep.

At the top of the stairs, you paused, listening once more for any signs of life downstairs. After a few tense moments, you crept downstairs, eyes roving all around you as you descended. The bottom floor of the warehouse seemed to hold some kind of kitchenette and living area. You didn’t do much more than look for the guys who’d taken you, too scared to take in the décor. 

Thankfully, the first floor of the warehouse was empty, and you could have jumped for joy when you saw your purse and cell phone resting on the rickety table in the middle of the kitchen. You grabbed them quickly, before making your way to the door, grasping the handle and opening it quietly. 

As you peered out, you saw it was still night, and you were relieved that it couldn’t have been more than a couple hours. Slipping out the door, you crept towards the bushes lining the warehouse, trying to stay out of sight. You still didn’t see any signs of people but that didn’t mean you wanted to risk it. 

As you reached the back of the building, you realized you had two options. You could either take the road, and risk running into your captors whenever they returned, or you could take your chances in the woods, and hope that you could get far enough away before they got back and found you missing.

Making up your mind, you headed for the dense woods, plunging into the foliage. You couldn’t run through the woods, the undergrowth was too dense, and it was dark, but you moved as fast as you could. You tripped and stumbled over hidden roots and jagged rocks, your pants catching on thorny vines, but still you pushed on. 

You had no idea how long you’d been stumbling through the woods, but you were hopelessly lost. There were no signs of civilization anywhere around you, and it was getting colder. Your head had started throbbing, and when you reached up to rub at the pain, you felt a large lump on your forehead, likely from when you’d been tackled. 

The only comfort was the fact that you couldn’t hear anyone chasing after you. You had no sense of direction or time, the only thought running through your head was getting as far away as possible. It was only when your knees began to give out underneath you that began to look for somewhere to hide. 

You tripped over yet another root, falling to your knees on the forest floor, hands slamming into the soft dirt as you fell. You knelt in the dirt, arms shaking as you tried to stay upright, waves of nausea crashing over you. Black spots swam in your vision, and you fought to stay conscious. 

Once your vision cleared somewhat, you were able to crawl to a small, covered spot underneath a large tree. Curling up underneath the overhang, you made yourself as small as possible, both to try and stay warm, and to make sure you stayed out of sight. 

You were drifting in and out of consciousness, the pain in your head flaring sharply and then dulling over and over. You heard a ringing, and at first you ignored it, thinking that it was just another part of the massive headache. But as it continued, you realized that it was your phone ringing, not your head. 

Fumbling with your purse, you finally turned it upside down in frustration to get at your phone. You couldn’t read the name on the screen, your vision too blurry to make out much more than the answer button. 

You clumsily answered the phone, your cold, shaking fingers missing the button multiple times before you got it right, bringing it to your ear. “H–H–Hello?” Your voice was a whisper, you weren’t sure you could speak any louder, as it suddenly registered just how much your throat hurt. 

“Hermosa, oh dios mío. Sweetheart, where are you? Are you okay?” The frantic voice on the other end of the line confused you for a moment. You knew that voice, but you couldn’t remember where–

“Por favor, sweet girl, please answer me!”

It hits you suddenly. “P–Pedro?”

You hear a gasp on the other end. “Oh dios, sí hermosa, yes, it’s me. Where are you? Your roommate called, she told me you were missing, what happened?” Tears jump to your eyes at the sound of his voice, and you can’t help the sob that escapes your lips. 

“T–They grabbed me, I–I was w–walking back and they came out of nowhere, t–they grabbed me, o–oh god, h–he said they w–were gonna s–sell me, an–and I r–ran, but–” 

You have to stop, your voice is shaking so much you’re not sure your words even make any sense, and your head hurts and your throat hurts and oh god you just wanna go home.

There’s a strange sort of hissing noise that you slowly realize is Pedro shushing you over the phone. “Shh, shh sweetheart, it’s ok, just tell me where you are, we’ll come and find you darling, lo prometo.” His words are confident but his voice is unsteady, and you realize you must be scaring him, but you can’t muster up the words to apologize. 

Suddenly his words hit you, and you feel your lungs seize up. Your breathing picks up, and suddenly your hyperventilating. “I–I don’t know!” You gasp out, your vision swimming as you start to lose consciousness. “I–I don’t know w–where I am. H–Help me.”

The first time you wake up, you don’t even open your eyes. The first thing you’re aware of is that your whole body hurts. Your arms and legs feel weighed down, and your chest feels as though it’s filled with cotton. Your head is throbbing, and your eyelids seem sewn together for all that you’re able to move them. You try to take a deep breath, and you feel... something in your throat blocking you from taking in a lungful of air. 

You hear a beeping from somewhere next to you, speeding up quickly the more you struggle to breathe. You try to move your arms, and panic fills you when you realize you can’t. There’s a sudden, warm weight on your hand, as though someone’s touching you, and that's the last thing you remember. 

The second time you wake up, you’re still unable to open your eyes. You’re still paralyzed, and there’s still something in your throat. But before you can panic, you hear a soft voice somewhere next to you. It takes you a minute to recognize that the voice is singing, and it takes another couple of minutes for you to realize the song is in spanish. 

You’re unable to decipher the words in your drugged state–for that’s what it has to be, you think, there’s no way you’d be this out of it naturally–but the voice is soothing, and you fall asleep once more.

The third time you wake, you’re able to open your eyes. It takes a herculean effort, but you force them open, despite the pain. You look up blearily at the ceiling, and for a minute, that’s all the effort you can muster. 

Once you feel up to it, you try to look around the room. The walls are white, and the sheets of the bed you’re on are white, the floor is white, the door is white, everything except for the figure in the recliner is white. 

Your eyes snap back to the recliner, and it takes you a minute to recognize just who is sleeping there. Pedro has one leg tucked underneath him, his glasses halfway down his nose and a book in his lap as he snores softly. You realize he must have fallen asleep reading, and your heartbeat quickens as you watch him. 

There had been a few moments where you thought you were never going to see him again, when you’d been delirious with pain and fear and likely a mild case of hypothermia. Seeing him sitting here, in the flesh, makes you want to cry.

As tears begin to roll down your cheeks, the sore skin around your eyes flares up in pain, and there’s a sudden increase in the beeping next to you. You can’t do anything but watch as Pedro startles awake at the noise, and his eyes sweep the room in a mild panic before they land on you. 

You watch as his eyes widen, and he drops the book from his lap onto the floor in his haste to get to you. He’s by your side in an instant, hand coming up to gently brush away your tears. You see tears of his own well in his eyes, and you try to move your hand, only to feel a sharp pain as you do so, and a broken whimper tears out of your throat.

Pedro gently covers your hand with his own, careful not to jostle the IV in your hand, his other hand resting on your cheek. “It’s alright, it’s okay, sweetheart, just relax,” he croons, voice quiet and soft. “You’re safe, hermosa, you’re in the hospital.” He must see the questioning look in your eyes, but he shakes his head. “I’ll explain everything later, you need to rest. Please, please rest sweetheart, you need to get better.”

You stare pleadingly at him for a moment before giving in. You’ve never been able to fight him, not when he looks at you like that, and to be honest, you don’t really have the strength to fight him at the moment. As you allow your eyes to drift shut, you see him leaning down, and you feel his lips brush against your forehead, and you hear him say one last thing, his voice breaking a little.

“I don’t know if I can exist in this world without you.”

[lisbonsteresa]

There’s Gotta Be Some Butterflies Somewhere (Wanna Share?)

this was originally going to be a fun little holiday gift for @cachekakusu​ (but now it’s more of an apology for making her relive her past 🌸✨ LiTerArY tRaUmA ✨🌸). In either case, it’s essentially a longer version of our chat threads, but i tried to make it as fluffy as possible to atone for my actions

hopefully it works aflksdj

At first only a dark screen was displayed, with shuffling and whispers heard in the background. Then someone hissed “Lens cap!!” and a picture suddenly appeared of two teenagers sitting at a long table; a laptop sitting in front of the girl and bright smiles on both their faces. “Hi everyone!” the girl spoke, directing her words straight ahead at what must have been the camera lens. “Welcome back to our channel. If you don’t already know, my name’s Lyra and this is Will.” The boy next to her raised his hand in a slight wave. “And we decided we wanted to do something a little special for today’s video.” “That’s right.” the boy continued, “To celebrate reaching five thousand subscribers – and thank you so much for that, by the way  –” Lyra nodded fiercely next to him, echoing his statement. “we’re going to do a little ‘Get to Know Us’ Q&A.”

“We are!” Lyra finished. “And, point of notice; this is a livestream, so we’re just going to take the questions as they come, and you’ll get to see our completely unedited reactions to them. But please keep the questions like PG-13,” she added, “because I’m pretty sure Will’s mum still watches our videos.” “Oh she definitely does.” Will confirmed. “And she and I would both appreciate everything staying mum-appropriate.” Lyra laughed “Excellent. And hi Elaine!” she looked directly at the camera with a grin and a wave, then focused her attention on the laptop screen in front of her. “Oh wow and we already have our first question: from aeronaut_txn: how long have you known each other? Hm, it really has been a while hasn’t it?” she paused, thinking, “Will and I met when we were – what, 12?” she glanced over at Will and he nodded in agreement. “Actually it’s kind of a funny story; I first met Will after he got stuck under my porch chasing his cat.” “Not Kirjava, by the way.” Will interrupted, looking only mildly embarrassed at Lyra’s last statement. “Our old cat, Moxie.”

“Of course not Kirjava,” Lyra snorted, “she barely ever leaves your side.” As if summoned by the mention of her name, the unusually large cat in question suddenly leapt up onto the table, fixing Lyra a look that would have been very judgmental were it coming from a human. Will grinned and reached up to scratch at Kirjava’s ears and the feline happily moved her attention to him, purring softly and butting her head against his hand while Lyra continued. “I’m convinced that if you could find a way to sneak her into school she’d never leave you alone.”  “Says the girl who hides Pan in her backpack every other day.”

“That’s because Pan is quiet, and sneaky, and good at hiding. And besides, Kirjava’s like three times his size.” Kirjava suddenly let out a low growl and leapt across the table to bat at Lyra with her paw. “Er….no offense.” Lyra reached slowly out and Kirjava seemed to let the slight pass, letting the teen scratch under her chin. There was a sudden squeak and flash of fur as Lyra’s pine marten scrambled down from his usual perch on her shoulder and onto Kirjava’s back. “And now you’ve gone and woke him up.” Lyra huffed, but there was a smile on her face as she watched Pan and Kirjava start to chase each other around the table.

“I think if anyone’s to blame for that, it’s you.” Will laughed, gently shooing the animals off the table before they knocked something over. “Anyway, Moxie was….. let’s say she was a free spirit.”  “A very nice way to say she just did whatever she wanted.” “Well yes, but she was a very good cat all the same. Although she did have a habit of running out of the house whenever she got the chance despite not being an outside cat at all. One morning a few summers ago I was helping my mum unload groceries and Moxie just sprinted out the door and was halfway across the neighbor’s yard before we even realized what was happening. I ran out to go get her, but by that point she had already sequestered herself under their back porch. Should’ve been easy to grab her, but the space was a little…..narrower than I was expecting.

“I was on my way downstairs when there was this yowling noise out of nowhere; maybe the angriest sound I’d ever heard a cat make.” Lyra looked as though she was trying very had to hold back a laugh. “And then someone was calling ‘help’ from our backyard, so I went outside to look and all I see is Will’s little Spider-Man pajama pant-covered legs sticking out from under our porch.” 

At this point Lyra was laughing fully, and Will wrinkled his nose in indignation. “It should be mentioned that my mum does her shopping very early; I wouldn’t have been wearing the pajamas otherwise. And anyway, they were cool for a 12-year-old.” “Oh yes, very cool.” Lyra snickered. “Especially when I had to pull you out by your ankles and they almost fell dow-” “Lyra!” Will snapped, clapping a hand over her mouth and glaring at her. “We don’t have to mention that part on camera.”

‘Right, right, sorry” she snorted, still looking very pleased with herself as she pulled Will’s hand down and addressed the camera directly. “Anyway, the point is, we were able to get Will successfully extracted, and luckily for him, I knew the easiest way to squeeze back under and grab Moxie.” “Oh yes, we’re all very lucky that you liked acting like a feral child and digging tunnels into the mud under your back porch” Will muttered, rolling his eyes. “Sounds like someone’s still stuck on the pajama pants and forgetting the great sacrifice I made in getting that cat back.” Will let out an exasperated sigh “Not the scar-” “You mean the giant scar I still have on my arm after your cat fought me tooth and claw on the way out from under that porch? That scar?”

Will covered his face and groaned “You know I think I’d rather deal with your mum twenty times over than have you keep holding that scar over my head.” Lyra laughed at that. “You sure about that? She was steaming mad when she saw it – came running out the back door yelling about rabies and ruined clothes and ‘undignified behavior’ as if I wasn’t wearing a Mickey Mouse jumper and dungarees and, you know, twelve.” “She was pretty imposing though.” Will admitted. “She usually is.” Lyra sighed. “But you didn’t miss a beat – looked her right in the eyes and said ‘don’t worry ma’am, Moxie’s had all her shots’ and then….what was it?” Will shrugged. “Something about how she should be proud to have raised such an upstanding citizen for a daughter – which is an hilarious statement, by the way, knowing you the way I do now –” Lyra snorted and stuck her tongue back at him. “and it seemed to satisfy her.” “Oh the best way to appease my mum is definitely through compliments.” There was a slightly sour tone in Lyra’s voice, but it faded as quickly as it came. “I think that was when she decided she liked you.” “She likes me?” Will sounded shocked. “Well, not that she’d ever say as much, but I think she sees you as my most mature friend.” Lyra shrugged. “Sometimes I think she might even be a little intimidated by you. You might not know it for looking at him,” she said to the camera, “but Will can be very serious when he wants to be.” “Well I have to balance you out somehow, haven’t I?”

“Oh shut it.” Lyra rolled her eyes and knocked her shoulder against Will’s, but there was a fond smile on her face nonetheless. “Anyway we didn’t really talk much after that and Will went back to his house, but we spent the rest of the summer in one of our backyards or the other, and when school started we found out we were in the same class, and things just kind of went from there.” “And now here we are: four years later and I’m still stuck with her.” Will said through a smirk. Lyra’s smirk matched his. “Mhm, lucky you. Anyway, next question.” Her eyes moved to the laptop screen in front of her and she began to read through the options. “Ok let’s see… sky-iron-soul asked…what was your favorite film of the year?” Lyra immediately clamped a hand over her mouth, just barely stifling her laugh as she looked over at a groaning Will. “Oh I don’t know,” she began, removing her hand to rest her chin on it while she smirked at the irritated boy, “what was your favorite film this year Will?”

“Lyra, please-” “Funny thing is,” she grinned towards the camera, “Will here has fallen asleep during every film we’ve ever gone to see.” “Not every film!”

“Oh right, sorry, you did manage to stay awake for all of Cats. Would you say that’s because it was your favorite though?” Will fixed Lyra with a deadpan stare. “No, I would say that was because you kept poking me in the side every five minutes to ask me what the hell was going on, as if I would possibly have any more idea than you”.

“Right, well, in my defense…” Lyra shrugged, “Cats”.

“Actually,” a voice spoke up from somewhere off-screen, “if you pay attention, Cats does have a fairly well thought out plot that you can follow-” But the rest of the sentence was drowned out by the collective groans of the other two teens. “Roger, not the Cats debate again.” Will sighed, turning his attention to the unseen boy. “It’s bad enough you made us sit through two hours of that monstrosity.” Lyra agreed. “Must you continue to torment us with it now?” “Fine, fine,” Were Roger in front of the camera, it was easy to imagine he would be holding his hands up in in mock surrender. “I guess there’s no accounting for bad taste. But seriously Will,” he continued, seeming to pointedly ignore Lyra’s fake cough-covered ‘yeah, yours’ “The cinema’s the worst place to fall asleep. Why don’t you just nap in class like me and Billy?” “Listen it’s not like I mean to-” Will paused as if he had just realized what had been said. “Actually, first of all, don’t do that, that’s bad” he continued, looking for all the world like a disapproving lecturer while Lyra snickered next to him like the teacher’s pet. “But I don’t go into the cinema planning on falling asleep, it just happens. I mean it’s dark and the seats recline and they’re actually weirdly comfortable-”

“And you constantly overwork yourself to the point of exhaustion.” Lyra interrupted. “Lyra, please don’t start this again.” Will sighed, rubbing his eyes as if he was already tired of the topic. Lyra was undeterred. “I’m not starting anything; I’m continuing a conversation you keep refusing to participate in.” Her face softened. “I’m not trying to berate you, but you do too much Will. I mean, A-levels, and your apprenticeship, and tutoring, and helping your mum around the house…. you do it all wonderfully, of course, but it’s still too much.” Will shifted uncomfortably in his seat, avoiding eye contact with Lyra. “I just wish you’d get how important it is to take a break sometimes and relax, which is what I thought going to the cinema would be, but you always end up just snoring into my shoulder.” Will squinted at her in disbelief. “I don’t snore.” “Yes you do, but that’s not the point.” Lyra replied, cutting him off before he could argue further. “Honestly I don’t know why you even come anymore. I mean, what are you getting out of it?”

Will glanced at the camera, suddenly looking as if he wished very much they were having this conversation anywhere but in front of it. “Because…. you’re always so excited when something new comes out.” Lyra paused, taken aback for a moment. “And because you’re absolutely impossible to say no to.” He seemed to relax more as he settled back into his usual teasing tone. “Seriously,” he continued, grinning up at the camera now, “the second she hears ‘no’ she pulls this sad, pouty face like you just kicked Pan across the room.” Still smiling, he turned his attention to Lyra, expecting a laugh or a sarcastic response, but found instead that she was simply looking at him with wide eyes. “So you mean you’ve only been going…for me? Her voice was uncommonly gentle and her cheeks were unusually pink. The teasing mood seemed to dissipate. “Well, I mean, not just for you,” Will began, nervously rubbing the back of his neck, “sometimes we go with Roger and Billy, after all…” Lyra’s eyes hadn’t left his face. “but yeah. Mostly, I guess.” Lyra’s face broke into a wide smile. “Oh Will-”

“Now don’t go getting sappy on me.” He interrupted, nudging her shoulder gently with his own. “It shouldn’t be a surprise that I like seeing my best friend happy. Besides, it’s the same as you going to all those cooking classes with me, even though you burn everything you make.” “I don’t burn everything.” Lyra sniffed, looking offended at the accusation. “Nearly everything, then.” Will shot back. “Alright fine point taken.” She replied with a grin and an eye roll. “And you’re right, it’s not a surprise. It’s just…..really sweet.” She smiled warmly at him and reached her hand out to hold his atop the table. “Thank you Will.” Will grinned back at her and squeezed her hand lightly “Of course. So we’re still on for Friday?”

“Definitely. But from now on, I’m buying the tickets.” “What – who says?” “I say.” She smirked. “If someone’s going to pay for you to take a nap in a sticky-floored auditorium, then that someone’s going to be me.” Will grimaced “But you’re already buying the popcorn!” “Of course I am; I’m the one who eats all of it!”

“Fine” Will conceded with a roll of his eyes. “But from now on you can’t complain if I fall asleep on your shoulder.” “Hey I never complained about that; I complained about your snoring.” “I don’t snore!” “And the drooling.”

“I do not-” They were cut off by a very loud – and fairly irritated – “Ahem” from off-screen. Both teens jumped slightly, blinking in surprise when they found that their faces had somehow grown much closer during their bickering, and that they had yet to release their hold on each other’s hand. “Not to interrupt,” Roger’s voice came again (sounding like interrupting was in fact the very thing he had had in mind). “But you do have other questions here guys.” “Right,” Lyra seemed to collect herself; pulling her hand away from Will’s and clearing her throat. “So anyway, next question. Ok, from nobiggerthanamustardseed: do you have any plans for the future? Wow mustardseed, you sure know how to bring the excitement.” They both stopped to think for a moment. “Well,” Lyra began, “we’re both studying our A-levels right now, but I think Will has a more concrete idea for his further education than I do. There’s a lot of different subjects I’m interested in, but lately I’ve been focusing more on language.” “Yeah you mentioned that,” Will broke in, “more ancient languages right? Like symbology?” Lyra nodded. “But I’ve also been thinking about taking a gap year. Dr. Malone’s been saying she might need an assistant on her research trip next year, and her last paper on dark matter was fascinating. It’d be nice to do a little traveling too. I’d have to make sure I force you to visit me though,” she looked over at Will with a smirk. “Get your head out of the books.” Will snorted in response. “As I remember it, having my head in the books wasn’t a problem when I was helping you study.” “Yes, how could I forget, oh great Professor Parry” Lyra’s voice was dripping with sarcasm; Will only rolled his eyes in return. “No to be fair, I probably wouldn’t have passed my anatomy exam without your help, even if you were a bit of a drill sargent.” “No, you definitely wouldn’t have.”

Lyra clicked her tongue in mock annoyance. “And just when I was trying to give you a compliment-” “That’s what you call a compliment?” “When it’s directed at you, yes. Anyway, enough about me; tell the people what you’re going to do.” But before Will could open his mouth to respond, Lyra was already talking again. “He’s going to be a doctor.” Will laughed. “Well you don’t have to say it like that.” “I can’t help it.” Lyra responded. “You’ve only been talking about it since KS3.” “What, and now it’s a bad thing to have goals?” “Of course not, it just gets old talking about all the courses you’ll need to take and the admittance requirements that need to be met.” Lyra sighed, but it was clear to see her complaints weren’t serious. She turned her attention to the camera: “But since you all haven’t had to suffer through all of that, I’ll tell you that Will is absolutely brilliant – got nearly perfect scores on his GCSE this year, an apprenticeship with NHS, and he’s already fielding scholarship offers for uni.” Next to her, Will had covered his suddenly pink face in embarrassment, but couldn’t seem to stop a wide grin from spreading across it. “Even though you’re almost insufferably noble about it,” Lyra continued, “I am very proud of you, and I know you’ll make an amazing doctor.”

Will’s grin only grew as he uncovered his face to meet Lyra’s eyes. “Thank you.”

A beat of sincerity passed between them, interrupted almost immediately by Lyra. “And even though I cannot stand the thought of being forced to share you with the world, your gift is too great to keep you all to myself.” Will rolled his eyes at his friend’s antics. “So long as you promise not to forget little old me while you’re off saving lives.” Lyra continued, throwing a melodramatic arm across Will’s shoulders.

“You’re such a ham.” He laughed, gently shrugging her arm away. “Weren’t you the one saying you wanted to go to a different continent with Dr. Malone a few minutes ago?” “I don’t recall that, no.” “Besides,” he continued with a roll of his eyes, “we live in Oxford. Any university I’d want to go to is an hour away at most. You can’t get rid of me that easily, Belacqua.” Lyra seemed to drop her theatrics, looking instead at Will with soft eyes and a gentle smile. “Is that so, Parry?” “It is.” He answered, his expression mirroring hers.

Another beat passed between them, longer than the first, before Lyra’s attention shift back towards the laptop screen. “Alright everyone, I think we have time for one more question. Let’s see… here we go, from EP1985: how long have you two been dat – ” her sentence cut off suddenly, and she glanced nervously over at Will then up at the camera before continuing. “Oh no, we’re not –” but her words stopped suddenly again, her face very rapidly turning red. His curiosity piqued, Will leaned closer to Lyra to read the question over her shoulder “We’re not what?” he asked, squinting at the screen to make it out, before his eyes grew wide and his cheeks grew red to match Lyra’s. “Oh! No, no, definitely not.” He continued with an awkward laugh, leaning back to sit ramrod straight in his chair and stare directly at the table in front of him, while all the time Lyra seemed as if she was trying to both watch his every move and pretend he didn’t exist. There was a moment of silence as both teens avoided eye contact with each other, the camera, or – presumably – Roger. Finally Lyra cleared her throat and said, her voice slightly strained, “Sorry to disappoint anyone, I guess, but Will and I are… just friends.” Her eyes flickered quickly over to Will, who nodded quickly in agreement. “Exactly. We didn’t mean to give you guys the wrong impression, but there’s nothing but friendship here.”

Hearing the other’s words seemed to let them both relax, although their faces were still flushed. “It’s kind of funny, actually,” Lyra began, catching Will’s gaze again, but with amusement rather than worry in her eyes, “how many times we’ve heard that since we started making videos.”

“Yeah it’s weird,” he replied, a grin slowly forming, “don’t know how everyone keeps coming to such a crazy conclusion.”

“Anyway, that’s all the time we have for today!” Lyra said, addressing the camera directly. “Thanks so much for your questions guys and we’ll –” Will’s voice joined her’s for their usual sign-off. “ – see you back here next week!” Outro music began playing as Will and Lyra leaned their heads close in a now inaudible conversation, and the very last thing that was heard before the picture faded completely to black was Roger’s voice muttering a weary “Absolutely hopeless.”

[late-night-tryst]

Of Demons and Dragons

Ikemen Sengoku Imagine: Being able to turn into a dragon.

Ch. 8.5 (Optional)

Warnings: Swearing, very explicit, ALL THE SMUT, masterbation. I got the itch to write some smut but didn't want to write something that didn't pertain to the series because I was afraid I would lose my muse - so...

You don't know how you got into this situation. You don't remember coming here with him, you know this isn't right, this isn't how it happened but you don't question it. Everything is foggy and it feels like your mind is swimming - unable to conjure images of how you got to this point. All you know are 'facts' that, for some reason, your brain has provided for you.

You're at the hot springs.

There is a third party just behind the door that leads to the spring.

The door that leads to the pool is to your left.

And currently you're-

"Mitsuhide~!" You throw your head back as a jolt of pleasure shoots up your spine, originating from your core. Your back arches off the mattress, and your arms reach over your head to cling to the edge of the bed. You bite your lip as your eyes open to gaze at the white haired warlord pistoning his hips into you.

"Do you like that, my little Ryū?" His voice sounds taunting, and you want to slap him- he gives one particularly hard thrust into you and your jaw drops open as you let out a loud moan. You won't slap him right this second though. Your legs, which were previously wrapped around his hips slowly move farther apart the more he thrusts into you.

You want more.

And you want it deeper.

You muster up enough strength in your body, somehow, to push yourself up and throw Mitsuhide on to his back, before placing your hands on his chest and proceed to bounce yourself on his dick. The bed springs squeak from underneath the both of you as you ride him. Mitsuhide let's out a groan, and you hear it, but you don't see it because your head is hanging low and your eyes are shut tightly.

Your breathing is becoming ragged as the tingling and pulsing sensation between your thighs becomes more intense. You move to sit up, bringing one hand down to rub your clit while the other rakes a scratch down the kitsune's chest. Your head falls back and you breathlessly say his name again, "Mitsuhide~"

He roughly grabs you hips with his hands, digging his heels into the bed behind you before thrusting upwards to meet you half way at every bounce, however, just when you think your going to cum - the sliding doors to the hot spring slam open and you hear a familiar deep voice, "What is the meaning of this?"

You practically jump off of the man beneath you and whip around to look in the direction of the now open doors, but no one is there. Frantically, you search the room till your eyes land on Nobunaga, who is standing at the edge of the bed opposite to where he entered, wearing a thin bath robe. Before you even have time to question him, he's kneeling on the bed, tangling his hand in your hair and kissing you. You let out a pleased hum, before bringing his bottom lip into your mouth and lightly biting down.

Nobunaga groans and when you pull back to look at him, he no longer has his robe on. You grin, bringing your hands up to run them up and down his chest before you proceed to attack his neck- licking, biting and sucking. You didn't care if you left a necklace of hickies.

Mine.

You've moved so that now you're kneeling on the other side of Mitsuhide and leaning over his legs to reach Nobunaga. You don't even feel Mitsuhide leave that spot on the bed, but when you scoot closer to the raven haired warlord, Mitsuhide is no longer there.

You feel a set of hands running up and down your body. You aren't sure who they belong to, but you aren't complaining - especially when they move up to massage your breasts before tweaking your nipples, causing you're lean into them. You whimper, the sound muffled by Nobunaga's neck. He brings a hand to your chin, taking it between his thumb and index finger before forcing you to look into his piercing eyes.

There is a beat of silence till it's broken by the sound of your gasp. One of the hands, who you assume belong to Mitsuhide, migrated down your body and began rubbing circles around your clit. You turn to look at the man behind you and jutt your hips back towards him, presenting yourself to the kitsune in a silent plea for more.

He grins mischievously at you, his rubbing quickens, causing you to hiss when the burning sensation in your pussy becomes so intense it leaves you panting. You look back to Nobunaga and see he has a smug smirk on his face. You glare at him before leaning down so you were resting on your elbows and at eye level with his swollen cock.

With determination, you took the his twitching dick into your mouth. A sigh escapes him and you feel his hand move to the back of you head and tangle into your hair again. With your free hand, you take whatever doesn't fit into your mouth and grasp it firmly, before pulling his dick out of your mouth with a loud 'pop'. You hear a grunt and feel the hand in your hair tighten. You lick the tip while you glance up to gaze at Nobunaga; he has the same look in his face as he did that night he first invited you to his room- lust blown pupils and slightly reddened cheeks.

While you stare into his eyes, and continue to tease the head of his member, the rubbing between your legs quickens and you tremble with a wonton moan. You can feel your wetness in the cool night air, and for a brief moment you wonder if it'll dribble down your legs. You pull just the tip of Nobunaga's dick completely into your mouth, sucking it and and swirling your tongue around it. His eyes screw shut and a deep groan leaves his parted lips. You take him deeper and let out a pleased hum around the hard appendage.

The rubbing around your clit isn't enough, which is odd, but you lean the weight of your upper body onto the elbow of the arm that is grasping Nobunaga, before snaking your free hand underneath yourself with a plan to guide Mitsuhide's hand to where you really want it. However, as if reading your mind, the white haired warlord plunges himself deep into you, and you let out the most whore-ish, muffled moan around Nobunaga's cock that you've ever heard.

The hand that had previously been traveling down south, shoots up to push against the mattress so you don't knock into raven haired man with the force of Mitsuhide's thrusts. After that, you have no choice but to release the Oda man from your grasp in order to plant both your hands into the mattress, because Mitsuhide is ramming into you at a relentless pace.

You squeak, and moan, and squeal because fuck you feel so relieved after all that teasing to finally have a cock inside you again, but you find it very hard to concentrate on giving Nobunaga a blow job like this. The creaking of the bed and the sound of skin slapping fills the room. Your focusing on meeting Mitsuhide for every pump, but your concentration is broken when you feel Nobunaga push his own member into your parted lips. You let out a muffled whimper, the action sending a jolt of pleasure down your spine that made your back arch so your ass was higher in the air.

Mitsuhide gripped your hips tightly and proceeded to move you to meet his thrusts, himself. You gasped at the action, the force of his movements leaving you breathless. You were getting fucked so hard right now, and you've never been happier. You assumed that feeling had something to do with all the cock teasing you've been doing to some of the warlords - afterall they weren't the only ones left feeling horny after a session, but if this was the result of it, you would happily do it more often and maybe schedule an orgy on your calendar.

Nobunaga was firmly holding your head in place with one hand, and holding the base of his shaft with the other as he thrust in and out of your mouth with a deep guttural groan. You let your lower jaw drop slightly so you could stick your tongue out underneath his shaft - sparing him from the constant scraping of your teeth as he pounded into your mouth. You were rewarded with a pleased moan. You felt like you were melting onto the bed beneath you, and you so desperately wanted to cum already.

"Do you want to cum, Ryū?" Your heard Mitsuhide's voice from behind you. You wanted to respond but all you could do was whimper around Nobunaga's cock.

Yes! Please! Make me cum pretty, pretty please!

You felt one of Mitsuhide's hands move from your hip around, your front, and down to your clit.

Too much!

With a scream of pleasure you fell off of Nobunaga's member and let your upper half completely collapse onto the bed. You heard a deep chuckle from above you, but you didn't care to look. Your body felt like it was trembling, your muscles were spasming with all the stimulation and you felt the familiar feeling of a knott tightening at the pit of your stomach.

"Ah-ha!" Without Nobunaga's dick in your mouth, you could let your desperate cries flood out as you pleased, "Please don't stop!"

You heard Mitsuhide snicker from behind you, "What a dirty, Ryū."

You felt yourself clenching around him and he hissed, "You act so dominant, but all you want is to be dominated, don't you?"

You growled at the white haired warlords words, but it came out as more of a needy whimper. When you didn't answer him he pulled out.

"Yes!" You didn't want it to end, and him ceasing his ministrations was causing your high to quickly plummet, "Please just take me, damn it!" And luckily that was answer enough. Mitsuhide continued to ram into you from behind, or so you thought till you heard his voice in your ear, "Was that so hard to admit?"

You looked up to see that the kitsune was now where Nobunaga had been kneeling, and when you looked back to see who was fucking you, you were met with the intense gaze of the Oda man himself - till he placed his hand on the back of your neck and firmly pushed you back down to the mattress. The action caused you to clench around his dick, and judging by the grunt he gave he noticed. The hand pushed down a little more firmly and you once more became a moaning mess when he pounded into you faster and harder, while his other hand picked up where Mitsuhide left off and played with your clit relentlessly.

"Yes!" You gasped, bringing your hands up to look for something, anything to grab, "God, please don't stop!" The pleasure was becoming too much, the knott in your stomach left you gasping for air.

You looked up at Mitsuhide to see him jerking himself off above you. He smirked down at you, eyes dark with carnal want, hair slick and slightly frazzled from sweat. One hand held the base of his shaft while the other rubbed and twisted around the tip in his palm. The sight made your jaw drop open and a greedy moan left your lips.

You wanted a cock in your mouth, so you were going to take what you wanted. You pushed yourself up as much as Nobunaga would allow you, and slapped the hand on the tip of Mitsuhide's dick away before taking it into your mouth and bobbing your head back and fourth with avengeance.

You were still whimpering, inhaling sharply through your nose, and you bent your back like a cat in heat. Your legs were parted wide and shaking. Your head bobbing became more frantic the tighter the knott in your stomach clenched, but then - with one well angled thrust, Nobunaga hit that spot deep within you.

"Nobunaga!" You pressed your ass harder on to him, causing you to release Mitsuhide's member (who continued your work with his hands again), screw your eyes shut, and let out a scream of pleasure as you came. Hard. A low groan from Nobunaga was followed by a warm sensation filling you, and your face became hot.

You opened your eyes again and briefly saw the image of Mitsuhide with slightly disheveled hair, flushed cheeks, mouth agap as he spurt ribbons of hot cum into your open mouth-

You awoke with a jolt. Eyes shooting open to see your room empty, and void of anyone but yourself. It was still dark outside, and there was no light in your room. However your dragon eyes allowed you to see everything in your room perfectly. You let out a sleepy grunt, proping yourself up on to your elbows, which is when you realized your butt was up in the air.

You hissed out of frustration and embarrassment before laying down flat. How dare you have a wet dream about the men who irk you, and how dare it be just a dream. Your train of thought was broken by a pulsing sensation between your legs, and for a split second you thought about going to Nobunaga's room and letting him have his way with you, or perhaps you could go to Masamune's manor and have a go at him - he had been the nicest one to you thus far.

Your imagination conjured the image of Masamune fucking you on his desk, and you moaned at the jolt your pussy sent up your back. You chuffed, shaking your head in defiance. Masamune's place was too far to walk to in your tired state, and you'd be damned if you gave into Nobunaga this early in the game. On top of that, you were still mad at him for suspecting you.

The pulsing sensation between your thighs interrupted your thinking again, and your brain pulled forth the image of Nobunaga railing you from behind in your dream. You growled and rolled over onto your back. You knew you weren't going to get any sleep in this state, and if you did manage to fall back to sleep, you would probably just have another wet dream.

You would never admit to anyone of what you were about to do, both out of pride and embarrassment. You untied your sleeping robe, allowing your body to be exposed to the cool night air. You sighed at the thin sheen of sweat on your skin which intensified the chill. Your hand snaked down your body and began to rub your clit. You flinched and gasped at the sensitivity of it, your hand moving away out of suprise.

With a deep breath, you rubbed slow, gentle circles around the button, and closed your eyes as you focused on the pleasure. You conjured that image again of you screwing Masamune on his little desk in the office room you went to last time when you dropped off Shogetsu, mostly because you wanted to mentally spite Nobunaga and Mitsuhide.

Masamune definitely seemed like the type who would want to be ridden, probably. You pictured him, sitting with his legs crossed, and leaning back slightly on his hands, with his kimono undone open and disheveled - probably falling off his shoulders too as you rode his cock.

Your fingers picked up the pace a bit, and you began to tease your nipple with your free hand - imagining the one-eyed warlord taking it into his mouth and nipping it. You gasped.

You wouldn't be forceful with him, like you were when you were teasing Nobunaga. Aside from Mitsunari, and despite all his flirting, Masamune was the nicest one to you. So no, you wouldn't pin him to the floor like you did with the raven haired warlord, or make a show of dominance as you had with Mitsuhide, you would be much sweeter to him.

You imagined his arms tenderly wrapping around your waist, your hands tangling into his dark brown hair, and what his voice might sound like as he gave breathy moans of pleasure.

Had you not been so lost in your imagination, you would have scoffed at how much you desperately wanted to genuinely please this immaginary Masamune.

You would gently cup his cheek, causing him to look at you as you leaned down to kiss him. The kiss was tender, and had you not known better, you would have even called it loving.

The hand that had been teasing your nipple began to slowly migrate down wards in sync with your vision.

Masamune moved to gently lay you back on his desk, before plunging his cock back into your warm cavern.

You moaned as your fingers dipped as far as they could into your pussy.

"Ah-ha..." You eyes opened to look up at the ceiling, but for some reason, your mind didn't register that you were looking up at your rooms ceiling.

All you could see was the deep blue eye of Masamune as he pumped into you at a nice steady pace. You imagined what the desk would sound like. Would it creak with your movements or just scuff along the bamboo flooring?

You moaned again as the finger rubbing your clit moved more quickly now, and the fingers in your pussy curled and tapped upwards into that g-spot that the men from your time would debate on if whether or not it existed.

You sighed, the Masamune in your mind letting out a breath aswell as he began to pump into you more frantically- the both of you desperately chasing your orgasm. You wanted to cling to the man, hold on to him, and let your legs stay suspended wide in the air as a welcome invitation to him.

Your knees bent from their previous flat position on your sleeping mat. The finger circling your clit moved urgently now, and at some point the fingers in your pussy stopped pumping and settled for staying knuckle deep within you. Sometimes just the feeling of something filling you was enough to bring you pleasure. You let out another wonton moan as you felt a familiar pressure building within you, "Oh, fuck."

Masamune was pounding into you rapidly now, arms wrapped around your waist, and teeth sinking into your neck with a grunt. You could almost hear the sound of skin slapping against skin, and the more you moaned the harder and faster he moved.

Your legs moved into the air of their own volition, still bent at your knees, and spread wide. Your fingers were circling your clit at an almost maddening pace. The sopping wet bundle of nerves sent pulsing waves of pleasure through your body, and it felt so good it almost burned.

"Please!" You were whimpering now into an empty room.

Masamune released you, unlatching his teeth from the junction between your neck and shoulder, before moving your legs to rest on his shoulders. He moved his hands to your hips and continued to ram into you at a frantic pace. His eye was dark with a carnal need to climax and it sent a tingling sensation down your spine and to your core, causing it to clench around his cock- your fingers.

Your fingers circled your clit with just as much furostity as Masamune's thrusts till finally the knott snapped, and you came - arching your back off your sleeping mat as you let out an obscenely loud rather pornographic moan.

You imagined Masamune groaning alongside you as he came as well.

When you began to descend from the throes of pleasure, you fell back down into your mat, panting for air. Your face was hot, and your hair was sticking to you. You slowly moved your hands away from you, silently wishing you had a bathroom in your room so you could wash up. You removed your sleeping robe completely and wiped your hands with it before briefly moving to check if you had to clean anything else up. However, you found it hard to move as your body felt heavy.

A problem to deal with tomorrow then.

You tossed your sleeping robe to the side and rolled over onto you stomach, before hugging your pillow and closing your eyes to go back to sleep.

[thestorytellerofkpop]

Title: Elysian

Word Count: 1k+

Rating: M

Genre: Realistic fantasy, eventual smut

Warnings: None in this chapter~

Pairings: BTS OT7 x Reader

Summary: In life, it is rare when another person touches your heart, when their soul brushes with yours just like shooting stars that fall to the Earth. But them? Such a constellation was me to them, and them to me. 

1, 2 (coming soon)

It was just like any other day.

Your routine rarely changed; ever since you graduated and moved into the working class world, it seemed your life revolved around nothing but work and the means to survive in a capitalist society. You’d shop occasionally, drown yourself in documentaries and HGTV, splurge on a spa day or two, and savor the traditional homecooked meal you’d have for Christmas (the one day out of the year you weren’t legally obligated to work). Other than that, you knew your life was stuck in a never ending cycle of just getting by in the world.

The only saving grace in your dull routine was your dog. Twice a day you got to wander outside of the straight line that was your routine and enjoy the outside world with your four legged friend, exploring the area outside your home within a few miles radius. Sure, it wasn't much, but it was the only escape you had in your dull life. Might as well enjoy it.

You sighed, looking down at the dog in question trotting beside you. He was as happy-go-lucky as ever; his tongue sticking out as he basked in the warm evening sun. You patted his head and giggled when he kicked his head back to lick your hand.

But that’s when you felt it.

“What the?”

A heat like no other, rising up the back of your neck. It wasn’t an unpleasant feeling, rather, it felt like the sun was kissing your skin and leaving it’s warmth to move throughout your body and settle in your chest. You touched the back of your neck and hissed at the feeling, yanking your hand away from the searing heat. 

You looked up at the sky; the sun was nearly down, there was no way the heat could’ve come from it. You glanced around you; the only other living being was your dog panting happily beside you, the sidewalks were empty and the trees scattered around your neighborhood were silent and still. Then you heard the sound of a cracking branch. You hummed in thought, tightening your hand around your dog’s leash.

“C’mon Pan.” you urged him to walk again, and you two eventually made it back to your small house on the corner of the street. 

You entered in through the back gate and smiled at the little garden you had in your backyard. Flowers of purple and blue and white, soft stepping stones that led to the tiny porch, the wickerwork chairs and flamboyant yellow pillows, and the green grass that Pan was bounding in; his leash trailing behind him. You smiled and chased after him, laughing and falling into the grass next to the tired dog. You placed a kiss on his head, holding him close to you as you graced him with pets. 

Beautiful, so stunning, I want-

But she is bound, brother. We can not, not yet

“Hmm?” you raised your head from the ground, your eyes scanning the garden to locate the whispers you heard. 

“Looks like we have fairies amongst our garden Pan.” you laughed, petting his head before getting up off the ground. You wandered to the flowerbeds, checking through them just incase before moving towards the house. 

You made your way inside, with Pan darting between your legs to get to his food bowl in the kitchen. You prepared a few snacks for yourself, ready to settle down and relax for the night when a chill passed through you. A chill so intense you were shaking, wrapping your arms around yourself as your teeth chattered. You moved towards the thermostat and cocked your head.

“Huh, I don’t remember setting the temperature that low.” you pondered as you saw the thermostat was set well below the average. But when you hit the buttons to turn up the heat, you saw it was set to the warmer temperature you put in this morning. What was making the house so cold?

You shook your head in disbelief. Your house wasn’t that old, there was no reason for it to be having problems like this so soon. You sighed, moving to the sink to grab a glass of water to accompany you and your snacks in the living room. You turned the handle of the faucet and suddenly, water came shooting out of the pipe and onto you. You shrieked, turning the stream off and looking down at your now wet shirt. You huffed. It really just wasn’t your day today, was it?

Stop that you three, your efforts are pointless

I concur, the water has made her chest look even more delectable 

So pretty, so wet, I want to-

Brother-

“What?” you voiced, hastily looking around your kitchen for the source of the voices. But no one was there. You scanned the room once, twice, before deciding no one was with you. You went into the living room. The television was off.

“Pan,” you looked down at your dog, who was laying on the couch. “Am I imagining things?”

Pan sighed and rested his head on his paws, looking up at you with big eyes.

“You’re right, I’m overreacting” you chuckled, giving Pan a scratch behind his ears. You quickly hurried to your room, changing out of the wet shirt and into a black hoodie. You rejoined your furry companion back in the living room, plopping down next to him and giving him a kiss.

“Now, let’s catch up on that documentary on Steve Irwin.”

~*~

“God, I hope it doesn’t rain hard tonight.” you sighed as you got into bed. Thunder was rumbling, and the sky was darker than normal. Pan didn’t seem bothered by it, rather, he was happily sleeping at the foot of your bed without a care in the world. Odd. You settled against the sheets and flicked the bedside light off, thrusting yourself into darkness.

“Goodnight Pan.”

Everything around you was white; the walls, the ceiling, your clothes. All white. There was a certain buzzing in the air, as if the room was shivering with anticipation for what was to come. You looked around the empty room and were met with the image of a man. He too, was in all white. He faced away from you, but his hair was dark and tousled, and his stature was that of a statue. You moved towards him with your hand extended out, as if to run your fingers through his perfect hair, but his hand grabbed yours first. His touch was burning, the warmth traveling up your arm until it settled in the pit of your stomach. He laced your fingers together, dropping your arm down to your side. You suddenly felt parched. 

The man turned around to face you, a smile lacing through his lips.

He was perfect. His jaw was sharp and defined, his cheeks rosy and bright, his lips were plush and pink and oh-so kissable. But his eyes. Oh, his eyes were like an endless abyss that you could swim in for hours. Even if you drowned in them you wouldn’t have cared, after all, you were already graced with the image of heaven.

Divine, absolutely stunning

“Who are you?” you asked. The hand that was holding yours was then cupping your cheek. You leaned into the soft touch, savoring the warmth. Was your heartbeat always this fast? Was this sudden yearning always inside of you? You moved closer to the man until your chests were touching but it wasn’t enough. You wanted to get closer. You wanted more. You needed more. 

The vibrations in the room seemed to intensify along with the pounding of your heart.

I am he, as you are me, and we are all bound together as one

With his other hand, the man held out an object to you. The crimson color was dripping down his fingers, tarnishing the white floor beneath you, and staining his skin. 

“Is that a-?”

Won’t you stay with me, with us, forever?

[hennessystevens-udaku]

The Choking Game

KING JADE/KING HENNESSY/SUB!ERIK

Erik sat in the emerald green throne chair of Hennessy’s bedroom, feet propped up on her desk. He’d just finished his nightly workout, and his studded chest shined with sweat. The Gatorade Hennessy had waiting for him was gone in 2 big gulps, a sign that he’d pushed himself hard. She stared as his Adam's apple bobbed up and down like an egg caught in his throat. There was a small hole in the toe of his sock exposing his glossy toenail painted with clear polish done by Hennessy's hand. She chuckled softly to herself at the memory of the night he let her do it.

“What’s so funny, lil girl?”

“Oh nothing,” she lied with a smile.

“That typically means it's something.”

“Does it really?” she asked, still feigning ignorance. He pulled her onto his lap kissing her shoulder.

“Yes ma’am,” he answered in between soft kisses to her skin.

“Well maybe this time is different,” she replied between her mewls.

“Connerie,” was his response as he traded the soft kisses for slightly rougher nibbles to her skin.

“Waaaait,” she whined. “I thought I was supposed to be giving you a massage.”

“Massage me then, Princess. What oil you using?”

“Homie whipped up some homemade shea butter. It’ll leave you feeling softer than a baby’s ass, braille bumps and all,” she giggled. He replied with a rough smack to her ass.

“Keep talking shit ma,” he threatened, his Oakland twang creeping out a bit. Hennessy stood to retrieve the shea butter smoothing it into his skin with deliberate motions. He let his eyes fall closed, allowing himself to fully enjoy his wife’s strong yet gentle small hands as they relaxed the kinks in his weary bones. She used her knuckles to knead the skin of his shoulder blades and spine then used her finger tips to massage his neck and temples. When she was done, she fell back onto his lap, wrapping her arms around his neck.

“Daka,” she cooed as her fresh set of coffin nails found their way into his scalp.

“Princess?”

“I have a question.”

“And I may have an answer.” She smirked, letting a finger snake its way into his Cuban link chain.

“What would happen if I did this?” She slid out of his lap and turned to face him. She let her hand travel up his stomach to his sternum and finally to the chain that rested snuggly against his chest. He watched as she grabbed ahold and twisted so that it choked him ever so slightly. His eyes grew wide as he stared up at her, his top teeth sinking into his plump bottom lip. His grip tightened on her hips as she twisted the chain even more.

“I don’t think those were words, Daddy.” He hissed softly, his eyes darkening with lust as he stared up at her.

“Fuck Auré. You teasing me,” he moaned.

“How? I just asked a question that I’m still waiting patiently for the answer to,” she responded with a giggle, still maintaining her grip on his chain.

“Am I intruding?” Charlie called from the doorway of the bedroom.

“Daddy’s being mean. I asked him a simple question, but he’s ignoring me.”

“Well that’s rude of you, N’Jadaka. Answer the little nugget.” She entered the grand room and approached the duo, her observations clueing her in to what was happening. “Well isn't this something. Don't mind me.” She took a seat on the desk next to Erik's feet to watch.

He bit his lip again, knowing that there wouldn’t be an easy way out of this.

“It turns me on,” he moaned softly.

“I’m sorry, what was that?” Hennessy asked, twisting the chain once more. Erik’s hips began involuntary jerking, slowly thrusting upward. His eyes bucked again, a silent plea for her to not make him repeat what he had just said, but he knew better. King Hennessy wasn’t one to go easy, especially when it came to the brattiest brat in The Kompound.

“Oh my,” Charlie grinned leaning forward to watch. He was forgetting himself. That massage must have truly worked wonders.

“Say it again, my love,” Hennessy coaxed with soft strokes to his cheeks.

“It turns me on,” he grunted through clenched teeth.

“Aww Daddy Brat has a choking kink,” Charlie teased and she ran the heel of her YSL pump up and down his inner thigh. “Why.. does it turn you on, N'Jadaka? You've neglected to share that part. Is it the feeling of her fingers pressing and twisting the cool chain so that it winds and tightens, squeezing your neck so tightly that you lose your breath? Is that it? Do you like the feeling of losing control? Knowing your very life is in the hands of one of the brats you discipline?”

“Fuck,” was all he could say in response as his dark eyes bounced between his wives.

“Is your neck phallic representation? Are you imagining how tightly that meat stick between your twitching thighs could be squeezed? By those soft, small hands nonetheless. So feminine. So powerful. Address her by her title, N'Jadaka.”

“Yes, King Jade.”

Charlie slid her heel to the seat of his pants and applied mild pressure. “Don't look at me. Look at her. What is her name?”

“K-King H-Hennessy,” he groaned. If there was some sort of euphoric purgatory between Earth and the Ancestral Plane, Erik was there.

“Tighter,” Charlie requested and Hennessy happily obliged, applying more pressure to her husband’s thick neck.

“This is what you do to us, N’Jadaka. You toy with our bodies and minds in whatever way you see fit until we’re putty in those stubby fingers of yours. How does it feel for the shoe to be on the other foot?”

If he were in the presence of anyone else, there was no way in hell Erik would be whimpering and moaning the way he was, but because this was a side of him that only his first, fourth, and seventh wife could bring out of him, he relished it.

“I love it,” he smiled.

“Words of a masochist,” Charlie said retracting her foot only to have Erik grab her by the calf, putting it back.

“I'd like to try something. May I,” Charlie asked Hennessy before she made a move. Standing from the desk, she pushed Erik's feet down to the floor and straddled his lap, grabbing the Cuban link chain from Hennessy and twisting it tightly causing his chin to raise.

“Hey Mikey, I think he likes it,” she teased scratching the fingernails of her free hand down his bumpy chest and down his stomach into the band of his briefs. She squeezed him there with equal tightness biting and tugging on his bottom lip before releasing all three at once and returning to her spot on the desk. Erik whined pitifully when she left his lap.

“That's all. You kids have fun. I'll watch,” she grinned staring Erik down. He was panting like a dog in heat. Well technically, he was a dog in heat. His hardened member throbbed in his pants while his wives taunted him. Hennessy regained possession of the Cuban, twisting it around her hand while whispering the filthiest things in his ear in French. Charlie watched with a smirk, recording the entire ordeal for research purposes. It was a solid look into the thoughts and inner workings of a known sadist moonlighting secretly as a masochist. This was a private piece of his identity and a face he never revealed to the world.. and now it was on camera in Charlie's gallery. She hummed chipperly.

“Judging by that growing wet spot in ya pants, I think you’ve got something to ask me, N’Jadaka,” Hennessy quipped as she released her hold on the necklace before tightening it again.

“M-May I cum King Hennessy?”

“Cum? Already? We’re just getting started, Daddy.”

“N'Jadaka. Have you ever been waterboarded?” Charlie noted Erik's thrown expression. “I'm thinking of creating our own version of that. Wouldn't it be better if you were smothered by vagina rather than a shirt? Drowned by Hennessy rather than water?” His expression changed to something a bit more excited. Hennessy’s eyes shined with mischief the more Charlie spoke.

“Whatchu tryna do, wifey?” the small princess questioned.

“I'm trying to see you smother our lovely husband with that dangerous cooch of yours, but don't remove the panties. Let him suffer. Henny smiled a devious smile as she hoisted herself onto her husband’s lap and then up to his face. She gripped his dreads with both hands as she guided his head between her legs, allowing the soft satin of her panties to caress his face.

“Gahdamn,” he groaned, his nails digging into the arms of the chair.

“No one gave you permission to speak, N’Jadaka. Smother him so he can't breathe let alone speak,” Charlie goaded admiring the view.

“Yes King Jade,” Henny obeyed, pushing their husband’s face deeper between her plump thighs. The feeling was unlike anything Henny had ever imagined. The soft satin coupled with the warmth of his skin and breath had her dripping, leaving slick snail-like trails along his cheeks.

“Permission to touch you, King?” Erik called out, his voice muffled by his wife’s vagina.

“Permission denied,” Hennessy moaned, causing Erik to whimper as his nails dug deeper into the arms of the chair.

“Ooh the Jaguar about to come out,” Charlie teased before giving further instructions.

“You’ve got 5 minutes to make her cum without using your hands and tongue. Get creative. I need to see this, I might learn something,” Charlie said zooming in on the footage. He blew his lips like a raspberry making a noise that sounded like a propeller. It seemed to work because Hennessy reacted. She rolled her hips, pushing his face even further between her legs. She was now using his nose as a clit stimulator and boy was it doing the trick.

“1 minute,” Charlie announced as she moved to get closer. She wanted to capture it all, right down to Hennessy’s love faces. The tiny princess’ body went into overdrive, jerking and spazzing until her release coated the seat of her panties and the tip of his nose.

“Do over. I can beat that time,” Erik pleaded, keeping his hands down.

“Not tonight, Daddy. I have other plans for us,” Hennessy murmured softly draping her arms around N'Jadaka's neck. Lovey dovey mode was back in effect.

“Welp, that's my cue. I have some online reading to do. I shall see you two in the morning.” Charlie stood and made her way to the door as Hennessy and Erik continued nibbling on each other's lips, caught up. The next round would occur behind closed doors.

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[imagine-loki]

The Witch's Familiar

TITLE: The Witch’s Familiar CHAPTER NO./ONE SHOT: Chapter 25/?

AUTHOR: nekoamamori ORIGINAL IMAGINE: Imagine getting so attached to Lokitty early on that you insist on carrying him just about everywhere.  RATING: T (so far)

    The hour was late when you finally decided to leave the gardens. /Sera, we’re heading inside. I’ll leave the balcony doors open if you want to stay outside and play longer/ you mind-called to the dragon as you and Loki slipped out of your alcove and back onto the path. The dragon was flying in loops high above the palace and way to high to hear your physical voice, but she could hear you telepathically.

    She swooped down and landed gracefully in front of you. “Come fly with me? Just for a minute!” she nearly begged. You hesitated. Your broom was and home and the spare you had started keeping within easy summons after the explosion incident had been your moms and was tempermental.

    “I don’t have wings, Sera,” you finally told her.

    She rolled her eyes and huffed. “I’ll carry you silly. Please come. It’ll be such fun,”

    “Fine, fine,” you told her goodnaturedly. You looked over to Loki, it was rude to just abandon him, even for a minute. “You don’t mind-?” He shook his head and gestured to the dragon, looking amused.

    “Go right ahead. I shall wait for you with my feet firmly on the ground,” he told you with a smile. He didn’t think this was going to end well. He wasn’t worried over your safety, though, which was good. You glanced around to make sure no one besides Loki was watching, but you and Loki were alone in the gardens. You hiked up your skirts to your thighs, which was the reason you had looked for watchers, and swung onto Sera’s back. There was a perfect spot for you just in front of her wing joints. You settled in, got your balance, and even managed to find a handhold. You felt her muscles bunch under you as she leapt into the air. You laughed and shrieked in joy and delight at the rush of wind through your hair, the exhilaration of flying that fast. She dove and swooped and sped through the air faster than any broom you’d ever ridden. She did a couple of circuits of the gardens before she landed next to Loki gracefully and gently.

    “That was amazing, Sera,” you told her and she trilled happily. You swung your leg over to dismount. Loki was there in an instant, reaching up to help you down. You placed your hands on his shoulders when his hands touched your waist and he lifted you down easily from Sera’s back. “That is way better than a broom,” you informed him as he set you gently on your feet. He did not look at all liked he agreed with you. He liked keeping his feet firmly on the ground. You carefully straightened out your skirts so they were presentable again. Hitching them up to ride a dragon wasn’t exactly ladylike, but you didn’t want to spend magic changing clothes right now. He looked away while you did and you had a feeling based on his flush that he had seen more skin than he had been anticipating. Oops.

    Sera shifted back to her cat-dragon form and fluttered sleepily into your arms. You held her cradled safely to your chest. She was much too tired after playing so much to perch on your shoulder. Loki’s arm draped around your shoulders while you hid a yawn behind your familiar. “I shouldn’t be this tired. I slept all day,” you whined at him as he led you back inside. You rested your head on his shoulder as you walked.

    “Darling, you know perfectly well that you spent all day healing and recovering your magic. It’s no wonder that you’re tired. I shouldn’t have kept you out this late. I just wished for you to see my home,” he admitted softly, warmly, proudly.

    “It was fun, Lokitty,” you replied warmly.

    He smiled and kissed your forehead. “That may be, dearest, but you’re dead on your feet. I best get you to bed while you can still walk there,” he added with a smirk. You looked up and stuck your tongue out at him. He chuckled in reply.

    It didn’t take long to reach Loki’s suite. He left you at the doorway to check the rooms for intruders before he’d let you come inside, he checked all of the rooms in your connected suite as well. You were used to the behavior after Halloween and didn’t question or argue with him over it. It was adorably overprotective and didn’t hurt anything, so you didn’t begrudge him the peace of mind. He walked you as far as your sittingroom. “I’m sure you can find your bed from here, little sorceress,” he teased.

    “I’m not that tired,” you protested, but had to hide another yawn behind your cat.

    “Sure you aren’t, darling,” he replied warmly. He bent to kiss you and you stood up on your toes to meet him half way. He gave you a mischievous smirk when he broke the kiss and you saw that his cat-ears were back in place, temporarily. You knew he wouldn’t risk others on Asgard seeing them. You grinned and reached up to scratch behind one. It was still stupid that you had missed them. They weren’t part of his natural form. They were just so fucking adorable. “Get some sleep, my love,” he bid you warmly.

    “Goodnight, Lokitty,” you replied. He stepped back into his own suite and made a show of firmly closing the connecting door behind him. He wanted to make sure you felt comfortable and safe. Thoughtful fluffy god. You made sure the door to the hallway was locked and made your way to your bedroom. You saw that your bed was turned down and a nightgown laid out for you. You suspected the maids. You set Sera on the bed, where she curled up sleepily on the pillow you laid out for her. You were in bed a minute later and asleep nearly as soon as your head hit the pillow.

    *

    Sunday was the day for dinner at mom’s. It was a weekly appointment. You were running late that week since you had made the terrible decision of breaking up with your latest suitor that day. The relationship had needed to end. There hadn’t been anything truly wrong with the man, but he just seemed more interested in your power than you. So you ended it before it got too far. It still broke your heart to do, and was causing you to be late for dinner. You should have picked another day, but you wanted to hug your mommy after the deed had been done and get comfort from her and commiserate about how stupid males were.

    On later contemplation, the fact that you were late that day had saved your life.

    Or maybe you would have been able to save her.

    You’d never know for sure.

    You flew in on your broom, the pie you had made to contribute to dinner balanced in your lap and your familiar perched on your shoulder. You smelled the fire as soon as you landed. Kaci leapt off your shoulder and ran toward your mom’s cottage. But that wasn’t where the fire was coming from. Kaci ran back from the cottage, meowing for help. You dropped the pie and it splattered on the ground as you ran around behind the cottage, following the smell of the fire, the sound of the screams.

    The screams.

    You couldn’t describe the heartbreak and terror of hearing the wails of agony that came from a voice you never wanted to hear in pain. Your mom was the one making that awful heartbreaking sound.

    You ran faster.

    You had to get to her.

    Had to save her.

    Had to help.

    You skidded to a halt when you saw the scene in your mom’s little garden. As her screams stopped. The scene was so horrific you couldn’t comprehend it at first. There was a pile of wood on fire, a long pole sticking up from the middle of it. Your mom always chopped wood for the winter, but didn’t leave it in the middle of her garden…

    Then your brain noticed the men in the black robes, chanting around the flames as they drew it higher, hotter. “Consume it all. There can be no evidence left of this black witch,” one of the men said.

    Witch Hunters.

    They were only supposed to hunt corrupted witches and wizards, those who were a menace to society. They were supposed to bring them before the witches’ council to stand trial for their misdeeds.

    They weren’t supposed to burn innocent little hearth witches at the stake.

    Your mom’s ghost appeared in front of you, stopping you before you could charge forward to save her. She was already gone. She kissed your forehead, obviously relieved that you were safe. “I will hold them off as long as I can. Run, Daughter. Run, now! Straight to the headmistress. RUN!” she ordered, urgently, firmly, in that tone all mothers acquired. The one that insisted on immediate obedience.

    The men turned, finally seeing you. “Catch her! She’s the spawn of the black witch!”

    “Kaci!” you yelled for your little cat, but your familiar howled for you to run. She would stand with your mother’s ghost to hold the men off while you made your escape. The witch hunters had power and they were strong. You couldn’t fight them off. It shamed you to this day that you obeyed your mom and Kaci, that you turned and ran, that you escaped instead of fighting.

    That you let your familiar die instead of staying to fight with her.

    That you let her sacrifice herself for you.

    “Wake up, love. Please, wake up!” Loki’s voice broke through the nightmare. His tone was urgent, desperate. “Wake up, Y/N. It’s a nightmare. You’re safe,” he promised you helplessly. You bolted awake, panting, panicking. Loki was holding you in his arms. You clutched onto him and sobbed into his chest. He stroked your hair, running his fingers through the tangle your hair had become, thrashing around lost to nightmares. You should have expected this nightmare after facing the witch hunters.“Shh, love, shh, it’s alright. You’re safe. It was just a nightmare. It can’t hurt you anymore,” his words were soft and gentle, calming in his honeyed accented voice. His cool touch was such a contrast to the fire that you could finally relax, could finally slow your tears.

    “I saw- I - I saw-” you nearly started weeping again.

    Loki kissed your forehead softly. “I know, dearest. You don’t have to try to tell me. I saw,” you looked up at him confused, tears still in your eyes. He didn’t pry with his telepathy and you had good shielding around your mind. He shouldn’t have been able to pry, at least not without you knowing about it. He kissed your forehead again. “You were projecting. That’s what woke me. Don’t fear. I shielded the rest of the palace.” At least no one else would have seen your nightmare.

    “I’m sorry. I shouldn’t have-” you shouldn’t have lost control. Shouldn’t have projected your nightmares on others.

    “Shh, it’s alright,” he reassured you, pulling you back more firmly into the safety of his arms. Sera was curled in your lap, squashed like a very well loved plushie. “I’m sorry you lost your mom and your familiar like that, but they were right, love. The first rule of combat is to survive. Sometimes the only way to do that is to run, to live to fight another day. Those men would have killed you too had you not run. You were severely outnumbered. You did the right thing, my darling,” he reassured you again. He held you for awhile longer, stroking your hair, kissing your forehead, reassuring you with his cool presence that you were safe from the fire, from those men. “You should go back to sleep, dearest,” he told you softly when you were finally calm again.

    “I can’t-” you told him softly, shuddering. You couldn’t face that nightmare again tonight.

    He smiled warmly and kissed you lightly. “It was a nightmare, love. A dream, nothing more. It cannot harm you anymore. No nightmares can harm you so long as I am here. I swear it, my darling. I love you dearest; I will keep you safe,” he promised. He tucked you safely back in his arms and pulled the blanket up around you. He held you, safely, stroking your hair, while your exhausted mind and body succumbed to his cool presence; his promise of safety, even from nightmares.

    “Loki,” you murmured softly, your voice a loving whisper before you fell asleep, safe in his arms, listening to his chest rumble as he purred for you.

[myaekingheart]

88. Anshin no Naka

ねぇ 次の瞬間に全てが終わるなら 愛する人の顔を浮かべて どんな風に笑って どんな風に泣いたか 思い出す人でしょう [ If everything ends in the next moment, think of the person you love, How she laughed, how she cried, she’s the one you remember.] -Anshin no Naka, Kokia

               Rei had never been a morning person. This fact was well-established and well-understood. On this particular morning, however, not only was she awake at sunrise but happily so. When her alarm rang, she did not hit snooze. Toshio licked her cheek and nudged her out of bed, following her to the kitchen as she poured herself a glass of water and picked apart an orange, the juice dripping down her chin and forearm. As she snacked, she tossed a handful of senbei crackers onto the ground for the dog and watched as he lapped them up happily. He had really taken to life with Rei in the past few weeks to the point where now they functioned in automatic tandem. Wherever she went, he was always sure to follow. She leaned down to scratch his head affectionately as she finished off the last orange wedge, then wiggled out of Kakashi’s shirt and tossed it onto the bed. She would have to return it soon—his scent was beginning to fade from the fabric. She wasn’t sure if she was ready to part with it just yet, though. Having it in her possession was comforting, even gratifying. A physical token that they were officially reunited, that they had laid claim to one another and were from this point onward inseparable.

               Stepping into the shower, Rei turned the knob all the way to the left and let the water scorch her skin. She would need all the warmth she could get before venturing into the snow. She took her time standing there beneath the steady stream, massaging her scalp and lathering her body. She carefully considered the softness of her skin, the curve of her hips, the sinewy length of her arms and legs. Everything was a sensuous experience, a great appreciation of the mundane arts. Kakashi had brought color and zest back to her life. Until now, she had forgotten how viscerally beautiful the little things truly were.

               Once clean, she tiptoed around the clutter and stood before the window in her towel as if to air dry for a moment. A thick blanket of snow covered the village, welling up inside of her a heartwarming nostalgia. Toshio lumbered up beside her to watch the snowfall, pressing his wet nose against the freezing glass. After a few moments, Rei propped open her dresser and slithered into a pair of long pants and a thick, oversized sweater—the kind with a slouchy turtleneck and thumb holes cut out of the sleeves. As she tied her hair up into the signature ponytail, her eyes landed on the kanzashi on her desk and she was overcome with a rising excitement. Grandma Teiko would be waiting.

               The tradition began when she was three, watching the first snowfall from the engawa. She swung her legs back and forth without a single care, as if that moment was all that ever was and all that ever would be important. It was specifically the wonder in her eyes, Teiko claimed, that prompted her to tell Rei about the gyoza.

               Hana had ushered her daughter inside, piloting her towards the fireplace in an attempt to thaw her rosy cheeks and hands. Rei had been completely oblivious to just how numb the snow had left her—she never had a very high tolerance for cold weather, and here she was nearly frostbitten. Chuckling, Grandma Teiko shuffled nearer and set down a platter of gyoza for her granddaughter. As they snacked together, with Rei wrapped in a fluffy blanket at the old woman’s feet, Teiko relayed the legend of the dumplings’ invention: a medic-nin once boiled meat and medicine in dumpling wrappers and used them to warm the ears of the poor. Rei laughed hysterically and fell backward, sticking the gyoza on her own ears and making faces. The mere thought of it was so ridiculous, she couldn’t manage to keep it together.

               That afternoon served as one of Rei’s earliest memories. It proved so formative, even, that Rei insisted on turning it into tradition. And so every year, to commemorate the first snowfall, Rei would assist Grandma Teiko in making large batches of homemade gyoza. There was a beauty in the routine, in the togetherness of it. In the precision of pleating the edges of the dough, in the mundane anecdotes they would tell each other, and the raucous laughter when Rei inevitably fucked up. And while returning home now was coarse and uncertain, this was the one day of the year always guaranteed to remain untainted by quotidian conflicts.

               A soft smile touched Rei’s lips as she fixed the kanzashi into the base of her ponytail, rightly assuming that Grandma Teiko would be flattered. Then she slipped on thick socks, boots, and her winter coat before patting her thigh, a signal for Toshio to follow, and the two of them ventured out into the world.

               The market was nearly empty this early in the morning, with merchants just beginning to display their wares. Rei slipped into the butcher’s first and ordered a pound of ground pork fresh from the farm on the village outskirts, then purchased a head of cabbage, two green onions, and fresh ginger from the grocer. By the time she reached Kaminoki, the winter sun had fully awakened and was bathing everything in a cool glow. Rei skirted around the back, the shop still closed, and carted her purchases up the stairs.

               “Morning, Grandma Teiko” Rei called, sighing as she set the crate down in the kitchen. When she received no answer, however, she began to fear the worst. The house was unusually quiet, but there was no way everyone was still asleep. If anything, she had at least expected her father to be awake—he was always up before sunrise going over finances. Squeezing the end of her sleeves, she chewed the inside of her cheek as she began searching for any signs of life. Toshio followed close behind, nose to the ground and paws scratching at the wood flooring. After a few moments, he began barking at the back door.

               And then the door creaked open and Grandma Teiko hobbled inside, her gnarled cane tapping steadily against the floor. Rei whipped around, a startled gasp escaping her lips as her heart attempted to recover.

               “Dammit, you scared the fuck out of me!” she shouted, smoothing her hair back and huffing.

               Grandma Teiko chuckled and hobbled nearer, shaking her head. “What? Did you think I was dead?”

               Rei grimaced. “That’s not funny.” She hated to admit that the thought had crossed her mind. Her parents were fairly easy to account for—if they weren’t here, there were plenty of other places they could be. Grocery shopping, perhaps, or even off to pick up a shipment for the store. Grandma Teiko, however, was far more concerning. As Rei looked upon her now, it struck her just how old she appeared: the deepening wrinkles in her face, the knotty muscles of her hands, the faintest imprint of her ribs and collarbone at her kimono’s neckline. Anything could happen, the hourglass nearing empty.

               Despite her obvious aging, however, Grandma Teiko seemed completely unfazed by her own mortality. She clicked her tongue as she set a kettle on the stove and began unpacking Rei’s groceries, organizing everything on the counter. “You worry too much” she commented dismissively. “I was just escorting your parents to the village gates. They’ve got business in Ressha Junction and shouldn’t be back until sunset.”

               Rei pursed her lips as she tried to contemplate what they could possibly be doing in a place like that. Ressha Junction was, for lack of a better term, a halfway town on the outskirts of Konoha. It was known mainly for the old train station built there between the second and third wars, as well as high crime rates. Rumor had it that many rogue shinobi set up camp in the abandoned apartment complexes littering the town, fighting for dominance and killing anyone who got in their way. It made traveling particularly dangerous—the only use anyone ever got out of the trains anymore were supply shipments that could not be delivered by couriers on foot. With the upcoming holidays, however, it made sense. Forcing a courier-nin to carry twice his weight in books was borderline abuse. Delivery by train was only logical, if not horrifically dangerous. “Do you think they’ll be alright?” Rei asked. “I mean, they’ll make it back okay, right?”

               Grandma Teiko swatted the air as she turned and opened a cabinet far too high up for her to reach. “They’ll be fine” she insisted. “They’ve got a couple young shinobi escorting them. I trust they’ll keep your mother and father safe.”

               Seeing the old woman struggle, Rei swooped in to take over the task. It wasn’t like she could reach it any easier—Grandma Teiko was barely taller than she was—but Rei was young and agile. She could just as easily climb onto the counter for added height. It was a much better alternative to Grandma Teiko breaking a bone. “I can’t imagine dad agreeing to something like that” she commented as she reached up and carefully pulled down two ceramic mixing bowls, one inside the other. She cradled them in her arms as she slowly slithered back down to the ground.

               Grandma Teiko pouted as she took the bowls from her and set them on the counter. “I could’ve done that myself” she said. “I’m not a damn invalid, you know.”

               Rei rolled her eyes as she tugged open a drawer and began gathering knives, cutting boards, and measuring cups. “I know” she said. When she ran out of hands, she resorted to carrying a rather large knife by the mouth, handle firmly between her teeth. “But just because you can doesn’t mean you should” she added through her homicidal grin.

               Rolling her eyes, Grandma Teiko took the supplies from her granddaughter and scooped out two cups worth of flour. “Anyway” she continued, rather exasperated, “Your father really had no choice. Lady Hokage has recently declared Ressha Junction a no-go zone. But I’m sure you already knew that.” There was a twinkle in the old woman’s eye, both condescending and comical.

               Deep down, Rei probably did know that but she was certain she had zoned out during the briefing in which it was announced. Every other day, it was the same thing over and over again. After a while, she had just learned what to expect. “So what did you think of the ninja assigned to escort them?” she then asked. Grandma Teiko always had interesting opinions on the local youth—not at all stuffy but rather dimensional and even amusing.

               “There was a creepy little boy with dark glasses, I think he’s an Aburame” Teiko began. “I can always tell by the tone of their voices, so nasally and dull.”

               “Ah, yeah” Rei laughed. “Because the bugs aren’t enough of a giveaway.”

               Grandma Teiko shuddered. “I never liked that jutsu” she muttered. “The other two weren’t bad, though. There was another little boy who seems very intelligent, and a charming kunoichi.”

               “I wonder if I know them” Rei snorted, finely chopping a head of cabbage. She said this jokingly, of course. She was familiar with the young ninja of the village only in terms of faces and clan affiliation. The only ones she knew personally were Kakashi’s kids, but two of the three were gone and she knew the other was studying in town. The kettle began to whistle.

               Teiko hummed as she turned and removed the pot from the stove, pouring the boiling water directly into the bowl of flour. “Her name was Sakura Haruno, a cute little thing apparently training as a medic-nin” she explained. Steam rose up to cloud her face as she spoke, transforming her into a mysterious oracle. “She certainly seems to have a lot of potential if you ask me” Teiko continued.

               Rei couldn’t help but laugh at the mention of a familiar name. She swept the cabbage into a mixing bowl before starting on the onions. “Turns out I do know her” she chuckled. When Grandma Teiko glanced at her, Rei explained, “She’s one of Kakashi’s students. She’s a sweet girl, but she needs to learn to mind her own business.” The memory of her and Naruto’s matchmaking endeavors rang in her mind, and she wondered how they would react now that her and Kakashi had finally reunited after all.

               “She didn’t seem very interrogative to me” Teiko hummed as she stirred the flour with a wooden spoon. She glanced to Rei as she unpacked the meat and commented under her breath, “Roll your sleeves up, girl, or you’ll get sweater fuzz in the filling.”

               Rei grimaced as she defiantly obeyed—there was nothing worse than being told to do something right before you were about to do it. She dumped all of the ground pork and green onions into a mixing bowl, then started mincing water chestnuts. “Maybe that’s because you didn’t have any information of value for her” Rei scoffed. She locked her eyes on her work as she further elaborated. “Besides, it’s not that she snoops for information to begin with. It’s more like…I don’t know, like she just inserts herself into situations that don’t concern her.”

               “Oh?” Grandma Teiko arched a brow. “And what kinds of situations might these be?”

               With reddening cheeks, Rei pursed her lips as she tried to think of the best way to answer. It had only been three days since her and Kakashi got back together, and she wasn’t certain how much information she was willing to give away. She felt as if she needed to tread lightly, as if their relationship was a skittish deer prone to disappearing into the brush should you advance too hastily. “You know…” she finally muttered, “Just things beyond her maturity level.”

               “Like love” Teiko replied bluntly, thudding the ball of dough loudly onto the counter. She spread an extra layer of flour across the surface before she began kneading. “And here I thought there was no such thing as too young” she hummed, a hint of amusement in her voice. Rei knew she was mocking her. She chewed the inside of her cheek as she swept the water chestnuts into the bowl.

               “Yeah, well this is different” Rei replied. She turned on her heels and began rummaging through the pantry. “It’s not the same when it’s stuff that doesn’t concern you” she continued. “She has no business sticking her nose in other people’s love lives.”

               A slight, teasing smile touched Teiko’s lips. “And what about your love life is so worthy of interest, hmm?” she asked.

               “Oh, god” Rei muttered, turning back toward the counter. She carried a bottle of soy sauce in one hand and beneath her opposite arm, a bottle of sherry. “Listen, my love life isn’t really anyone’s business but my own, you know? I don’t need anyone imposing their expectations on us or trying to interfere.” She measured out the soy sauce and poured it into the bowl.

               Humming under her breath, Teiko replied, “And the us in question would be you and Kakashi, correct?”

               Rei’s face turned bright red as she popped the lid off the bottle of sherry, fumbling for the appropriate measuring cup. “I mean, it’s not like there’s really anyone else I—you know…” she stammered. Her hand grew unsteady as she tried to measure the liquid. The last thing she needed was to spill the booze and ruin all of their work thus far.

               Grandma Teiko loaded the dough back into the mixing bowl and covered it with a dish towel before setting it aside. She brushed clean her floury hands on her skirt as she asked, “Do I sense trouble between you two? Or just apprehension?”

               Rei sighed as she poured the sherry into the mixing bowl. “I don’t know, it’s just…it’s just complicated.”

               “I’m sure it’s not as bad as you think” Teiko replied. “You always have had a habit of overexaggerating.”

               “That’s not true” Rei countered.

               “Come on, girl. Spit it out!” Teiko urged. “Tell me what’s on your mind.”

               Truthfully, Rei knew she could always be transparent and open with her grandmother. She just wasn’t entirely sure she could bring herself to say it, to will the words up out of her throat and into the open air. It all felt so trivial, or at least it did in the context of explaining it. She feared that once she laid it all out physically, it would seem like too much. Like she was making a bigger deal out of all of this than she really needed to. After all, isn’t this what she had wanted all along? To accept Kakashi back into her life, and accept that she was worthy of his love? To stay beside him for the rest of her days and know he would always be there? As far as she knew, anyway. There was the gratitude but also the immense fear. The harder you love something, the more it hurts when its inevitably ripped away from you. There was so much at stake.

               Teiko clicked her tongue, snapping Rei from her daze. “Does he want you to quit your job or something?” she asked. She knew it was likely a long shot—Kakashi had always been supportive of her, if only in underhanded, distant ways. It was still worth asking, though.

               “No” Rei shook her head, laughing incredulously. She would’ve been lying if she said she hadn’t feared he thought about it, though.

               “He doesn’t sleep with his socks on, does he?” Teiko then asked.

               Rei cocked a brow. “That’s an issue for people?” she asked.

               Teiko shrugged. “More likely than you think.”

               “Weird” Rei commented. She knocked back a swig of sherry.

               Teiko cocked a brow and chuckled. “Is it the sex?”

               All the color drained from Rei’s face as she choked on her drink, slamming her fist against her chest and coughing. “Oh, god, grandma!” she wheezed. Toshio picked his head up, ever alert and fully prepared to swoop in and save his companion.

               “It’s a valid question!” Teiko raised her hands in surrender.

               “No!” Rei shouted. “Why the fuck would it be that?”

               Teiko made a face as if to say you never know, but followed up by commenting “I didn’t think Kakashi would be problematic in bed. You know what they say about bookworms and sex.”

               Heaving a sigh, Rei spun around on her heel and jammed her forehead against the wall. “You’re killing me, grandma. Really, truly killing me” she whined.

               “I’ll stop if you just tell me what the problem is!” she hummed, finishing off the gyoza filling.

               “Can we just not talk about this right now?” Rei asked. Toshio scooted forward and began licking her hand affectionately. “I just…I’m not really in the mood to think about things right now.”

               Any ordinary person would’ve granted Rei’s wish and backed off, but Teiko was not any ordinary person. She knew Rei far too well—she didn’t trust her to bottle everything up inside, or the coping mechanisms she might turn to instead. No, if Rei was not willing to share then she would just have to weed the information out of her. “I know exactly what the problem is” she said, with a knowing glimmer in her eye.

               Rei cocked a brow, not totally convinced. “What…?” she asked.

               “You’re infertile” Teiko said bluntly. With widening eyes, Rei’s hand immediately flew to her abdomen, her heart rate increasing. “Mmhmm. That’s what the whole problem is, isn’t it? I bet Kakashi wants fifteen babies, at least, but you’re less hospitable than Sunagakure.”

               “Oh my god, fine! I’ll talk!” Rei groaned, throwing her head back and pressing the heels of her hands into her eye sockets. Grandma Teiko watched her approach with a bemused expression as she set the gyoza filling in the fridge. The dough would have to rest for a half an hour and in the meantime, they could no longer avoid speaking the truth.

               Toshio followed the two women into the living room where there, they slumped down in old armchairs bought for half price after the house burnt down. It had been over ten years and still they never felt truly like home. “Alright, girl, what seems to be the trouble?” Grandma Teiko asked, resting a veiny hand atop her granddaughter’s. “Lay it all out for me.”

               “It’s really nothing” Rei sighed, draped across the seat despondently. Her arms hung limply on the arm rests and she had stretched her short legs out so that her toes reached the edge of the small, ratty carpet. “I guess I’m just kind of scared about what comes next, I don’t know. It doesn’t make a whole lot of sense. It’s just…now that Kakashi and I are back together, I feel like there’s…expectations. Like we’re not allowed to fuck around with this anymore, you know? We can’t afford to make any more mistakes, it’s like…it’s like we’re running out of time.”

               “Time—ha!” Teiko laughed. “You’re starting to sound like an old woman. You’ve got all the time in the world. I wouldn’t fret about that one bit.”

               “But do I, though?” Rei countered. “Do I really? I’m twenty-seven. That’s not far off from thirty. And once you hit thirty, everything is downhill from there. I can’t make anymore mistakes. I’ve already passed the point where the things I do in life really start to matter, where they really mean something. Where my actions have serious consequences.” Naru flickered in the back of her mind and a pang of pain struck her chest. She had to pause to take a deep breath, fight back tears, ball her fists up and will herself to remain strong. She could not let herself break, not even in front of Grandma Teiko. She was also running out of time to be weak. “I just…I can’t afford to lose anyone anymore. I can’t make these same mistakes and fuck up my life and his.”

               And there was the meat of the situation. The concept of death, the fear of it and desperation to prevent it at all costs, constantly loomed over her head. An ever-present storm cloud blocking out every last inch of sun, tainting a happy scene with somber shades of gray. It followed her everywhere and destroyed everything, infiltrating every single thought in her mind. She even feared losing the woman sitting right across from her, perhaps more than many other things. Though still spry, she was evidently old and soon her time would run out, too. And then what? How could she ever live without Grandma Teiko’s wit and humor and comfort? She didn’t want to think about it.

               And somehow Grandma Teiko knew exactly what was going through Rei’s head. She could see in her face that sense of internal combustion, her hazel eyes growing stormy. Pursing her lips, she sighed and leaned back in her chair. “You really do worry too much, girl” she shook her head. “I know you want to try to prevent death but sometimes it’s just not possible. We all have an expiration date. Sometimes certain people’s just come far sooner than others. We can’t stop that. I will bow out when it’s my time, but I don’t expect that to be for a long while. I’ve still got a lot of juice left in me!”

               Rei smiled and shook her head with a halfhearted chuckle. If only that was as easy to believe. “I wish nobody had to go at all” she said quietly. “Why can’t we all just live forever?”

               Grandma Teiko slowly stood up then and patted Rei on the head. “If we had unlimited time on this earth, then what meaning would it have? Life is made meaningful by virtue of the time limit. An immortal existence would just get dull.” Rei squinted up at her, chewing the inside of her cheek, the corner of her mouth tugging upwards. “Now come on” Grandma Teiko then said, motioning for her to get up. “Let’s finish those dumplings.”

               Experienced hands divided the dough in half, then rolled it thin before punching holes into it. Rei collected the little discs and stacked them up on a ceramic plate, ensuring they didn’t stick together. Once Grandma Teiko had gotten some headway, she started loading a small dollop of filling into the center of each circle and then adhering them into little pockets. This had always been her favorite part—there was something so relaxing about the monotony of it. She dipped her index finger in water, dampened the edge of the circle, then began pleating. When she was younger, she admittedly was not very good at this. Grandma Teiko would chuckle and shake her head and tell her she always overloaded her dumplings and that her edges were never secure enough. Now, however, the old woman would watch her with pride. “You’re almost as good as my mother was” she’d always say.

               “You never tell me about your mother” Rei commented as she worked. “What was she like? Did you two get along? Was she involved in dad’s life much? When did she die?” Sometimes the thought of not knowing her history made Rei anxious. Concepts of the past were always shooed away with a dismissive hand, deemed not worth talking about. But Rei always felt unresolved by it all. Deep down she felt desperate to know where she came from, to know just how deep the roots of her family tree reached and where the seed had been planted.

               Teiko clucked her tongue and shook her head. “My mother was like everyone else” she said bluntly. “Caring but cautious. Wanted what was best for all of us. She died young. Wasn’t involved in your father’s life much. Last thing she was here for was my wedding.”

               “To Grandpa Oku” Rei commented. She had never met the man, but she knew what he was like. Oku Natsuki was the founding father of the Kaminoki Bookshop and much like her own father, all he really cared about was business. It was hard to imagine how someone as feisty and spirited as Grandma Teiko could ever love a man so stuffy and dull. Whenever anyone mentioned his name, the strangest look would glimmer in Teiko’s eyes, and Rei was never sure whether it was affectionate longing or a fear of the past. “Do you miss him?” Rei asked.

               “Of course I miss him” Teiko replied dreamily. She punched out three more little discs of dough. “He was my husband. I loved him dearly. But he is in a better place now, and I wouldn’t have wanted things any other way.”

               A small smile touched Rei’s lips. “I wonder if he would’ve liked me” she proposed. He had passed away when her father was only fifteen, and that was all she really knew of his death.

               The thought made Teiko freeze in her spot. Deep down, a part of her was grateful Oku had never met his granddaughter. They were too similar, Rei and herself. In most cases, that delighted her but when it came to thoughts of her husband, Rei was better off.

               Teiko’s silence only further piqued Rei’s interest. She eyed the old woman as she scooped another spoonful of filling into the dough and asked, “What was he like, anyway?”

               “The spitting image of your father” Teiko said, chuckling softly. She placed the last of the dough circles on the plate and then grabbed a frying pan and the bottle of oil. “Your grandfather was very no-nonsense, he liked things a particular way and expected other people to follow suit. He was intelligent, business-oriented, he knew how to run things. He started in printing and made his way up the ranks until establishing Kaminoki. He and your father were very close.”

               “I can tell” Rei laughed. “They might as well have been the same person.” She peered back at her grandmother over her shoulder as she pleated another dumpling and set it aside with the others on another platter. It was so strange to think of Grandma Teiko having been married to someone so much like Yuruganai Natsuki. As a mother and son relationship, it made sense. She was the blunt disciplinarian and him the whining, demanding child. As husband and wife, however, the two types seemed incompatible. She wondered if Grandma Teiko had been happy, or if she had married only out of necessity. “How did you two meet?” Rei asked.

               Grandma Teiko turned the stove on and poured oil into the bottom of the pan, steam rising up to cloud her ancient face. “We were young, just children…” she said, and her voice trailed off with nostalgia. It was a few minutes before she spoke again, snapping from her daze to retrieve the prepared gyoza. “It’s been so long. I don’t remember” she abruptly said. She did not look at Rei, though nothing about her seemed meek or embarrassed.

               “You can tell me, I’m not going to laugh. Promise” Rei leaned against the kitchen counter.

               “I told you, girl, I forget” Teiko snapped, loading the dumplings one by one into the pan. Rei hadn’t expected her to come off so aggressive. This was evidently a touchy subject, which only piqued Rei’s curiosity that much more.

               Raising her hands in surrender, the redhead replied, “Sorry I asked. If you didn’t want to talk about it, you should’ve just told me.”

               Teiko sighed and shook her head. After a moment of silence, she said quietly, “I’ve said too much already.” Rei’s brow rose as she awaited elaboration. Was there something she was hiding? Or was Grandma Teiko really just that unwilling to speak of her past? “Much like how you say that Haruno girl behaves, you ask a lot of questions about things that don’t concern you” she continued. “I understand being curious, but some things just aren’t yours to worry about, understood? The past is not your burden to bear.”

               It took a few moments for Rei to process her words, to chew over what she meant and the accompanying implications. She could comprehend it all at face value but relative to the current situation, none of it made much sense. She let Toshio lick some soy sauce off her finger, watched him smack his lips in disdain for the taste. “I’m sorry for prying” she finally said as she began cleaning up the mess on the counter. She needed something to distract herself with while she spoke, something to make herself seem useful. “I guess sometimes I just feel so aimless. I know next to nothing of the past. Is it so wrong to want to know where I came from? And about whose lives my own is built on?”

               “No” Grandma Teiko replied curtly. “I don’t think there’s anything wrong with it. I would want you to know of your origins but…” here, her voice trailed off again. Rei’s interest rose even higher. The suspense reached a fever pitch before finally, Teiko shook her head and placed more dumplings into the pan. “Some things are just better left unsaid.”

               Rei pursed her lips as she swept the counter clean of loose flour. She felt as if she was descending into a twilight zone, trapped within a liminal space where everything was fake and nothing made any real sense. Grandma Teiko had never been so closed off and aggressive before and it terrified her. There was something lurking here beneath her intentions, something she didn’t want Rei to find out. And of course, in the wake of mystery, Rei’s mind jumped to the worst-case scenarios. If her family had blood on their hands, she deserved to know about it. She should’ve known about it a long time ago. Slamming her fist against the counter, she whipped around and exploded. “Why aren’t you telling me anything?!” she shouted. Toshio picked his head up and stared at her expectantly, his ears twitching from the abrupt rise in volume. “Why are you keeping secrets from me? Hmm? Grandma Teiko, just tell me what the fuck is going on?”

               A long stretch of silence engulfed the two of them. The longer it dragged on, the more Rei regretted reacting the way she did. A sudden, overwhelming fear took hold of her, terrified that she was perhaps forging a wedge between the two of them that she would never have enough time to mediate. She should’ve known better than to argue with an aging woman. After nearly five minutes had passed in dead quiet, Rei opened her mouth to speak but Teiko interrupted. “I’m so sorry for leading you on, Rei” she murmured. “I never should’ve gotten you so riled up. There is nothing for you to worry about. The past just hurts sometimes, that’s all. I’d rather think forward instead of backwards.” She turned and there was a strange glimmer in her eyes that Rei was certain she had never seen before—a vulnerability, a sadness. Her heart broke.

               “Grandma, I—” she started, but the old woman simply smiled back at her and patted her cheek tenderly.

               “Don’t apologize” she replied. “You’ve got nothing to be sorry for.”

               “But I—”

               “No” Teiko insisted. She turned back to her dumplings, careful not to burn any of them. “It’s only natural you would want to know about the family that preceded you” she said. “I’m just sorry I can’t say more. It’s not that it’s anything bad so don’t get it twisted. It’s just…it’s very complicated.”

               “I can handle complicated if that’s what you’re trying to say” Rei replied. She hoped she didn’t sound desperate, but the expression on Grandma Teiko’s face as she looked up from the stove proved that she did. Sighing, Rei raked her fingers through her hair, smoothing her bangs back, and said, “I just don’t know what you want me to say. It’s not like I can just erase this from my memory, you know? I don’t think I can really relax now until you tell me what’s going on.”

               Grandma Teiko loaded the next batch of gyoza into the frying pan, the stack of pan-fried dumplings rising beside her. “I know, and I’m sorry I ever brought it up. I don’t want you to worry.”

               “Then please, just…tell me what’s going on” Rei begged. “Tell me what you’ve been keeping from me.”

               The old woman paused then and Rei caught her hand shaking, though she wasn’t sure if it was due to anxiety or old age. “Things were just…difficult. Complicated. Just the way it always is for the older generation. You’ll have it easier. I’d much rather focus on your future than my past. It’s brighter that way. So say we stop making such a fuss about all of this and ruin gyoza day with talk about sad things, hmm?”

               She had a point. All of this interrogation about the past had put a damper on their afternoon, and suddenly Rei felt sick. She gripped the edge of the counter and sucked in a long, mournful breath. She had overstepped her bounds and now she was terrified she had ruined the one day of the year they always look forward to. She wasn’t guaranteed many more. Toshio approached and nudged her hand comfortingly, and Rei rested her hand atop his head. He always knew when she was distressed—she still couldn’t really get over it, how he always knew. She followed him into the living room and sunk down in the armchair, pressing the heels of her hands into her eye sockets until splotches of color danced behind her eyelids. After a few moments of silence, she whispered, “I’m sorry I always fuck things up.”

               In a matter of seconds, a wooden spoon went flying across the room and barely missed Rei’s head. A yelp escaped her lips as she dodged it, then stared at Grandma Teiko with a wide, shocked gaze. The old woman acted as if she hadn’t a single clue what just happened, going about her business with the dumplings.

               “What the hell was that for?!” Rei finally asked, her voice coming out far more high-pitched than she had expected it to.

               Without even looking back over her shoulder, Grandma Teiko hummed “There is no self-deprecation on gyoza day.” Sighing, Rei fell back into the chair and shook her head, though she had to admit she was pleased to feel the tension of their previous conversation rising from both of their shoulders.

               By the time she was finished, Rei estimated that her and Grandma Teiko had made roughly 70 dumplings. Towered upon plates, their steam wafted a savory scent through the air. The smell of them was always so soothing, harkening back to those snowy childhood afternoons when their tradition was still new. Grandma Teiko poured out small cups of soy sauce, vinegar, and chili oil for dipping and then they set about snacking. It was in that moment that Rei was truly filled with an overflowing love and happiness for everything that gyoza day stood for. The togetherness, the bonding between her and her grandmother, the process of making something together and enjoying it together. On this day, it was just the two of them isolated from the rest of the world. They existed if only for a short while within a liminal space where the only goal was gyoza. Rei dunked another dumpling in soy sauce and took a bite, not even caring if it was still piping hot. The burn on the roof of her mouth would be worth it. She bit down and a symphony of flavor exploded in her mouth, sweet and savory and warm. There was a perfect balance of softness and crunch to the dough, the hint of salt from the pork, the crispness of the cabbage and water chestnuts. Nothing could compare.

               “I think we’ll have enough dumplings to last us until spring” Teiko chuckled, popping another in her mouth.

               “I wouldn’t want it any other way” Rei replied.

               Teiko nodded and then pointed to one of the many other plates on the counter. “You should bring some back for Kakashi” she suggested. “I’m sure he would enjoy some.”

               “Yeah, I’ll be sure to” Rei said. A soft smile touched her lips, one of sleepy happiness but also a distant lack of resolution. There was still so much to consider when it came to Kakashi. Unfortunately, Rei really couldn’t hide anything from Teiko. Her brow arched as she met her granddaughter’s gaze and Rei knew there was no avoiding the subject any longer.

               Over the next twenty minutes, Rei explained in as great of detail as she could manage the current status of her and Kakashi’s relationship. Their reunion a few days prior had been weighing so heavily on her mind, she had become distracted and unsure of herself. She supposed that was the thing with getting everything you ever wanted—it scared you into thinking perhaps you would be better off perpetually unhappy. Like perhaps it was a trap, that everything was too good to be true and falling for it would be synonymous with walking straight into the mouth of the Kyuubi.

               As she spoke, Grandma Teiko’s expression grew more and more sympathetic until finally Rei finished her monologue with a sigh and a gluttonous bite of gyoza. The old woman reached her hand across the table to pat Rei’s and smiled softly. “You really do overthink things, girl” she chuckled. “I know how much you love Kakashi, and how badly you want to make things perfect with him but a word of advice: nothing in life is ever perfect. You’re bound to have your ups and downs, there’s no use trying to avoid them. It’s not about being happy all the time, but rather what’s worth fighting for. Remembering the positive things. Life is always going to throw curveballs and kick your ass down to rock bottom, it’s how you handle those situations that makes all the difference.”

               Rei felt Grandma Teiko’s hand tighten slightly atop her own, and there was a certain longing in her voice, or maybe it was more in her eyes, that indicated there was more to this than surface level statements. She nodded slowly, murmuring, “I really do love him.” And then, slightly louder, an admission: “I’m just so fucking scared. I feel like my entire life is just me on a tightrope trying to maintain this delicate balance of I don’t even know what. I feel aimless and unsure of myself, like I don’t know where I’m going or what’s going to happen next—or worse, that I know exactly what’s going to happen next.”

               “Oh yeah?” Grandma Teiko asked. “And what would that be?”

               “Sooner or later he’s going to ask me to marry him” Rei started. “We’ll probably find a cute little house someplace, settle in, have babies. The usual domestic shit. It would all be so idyllic.”

               “And what’s wrong with all of that?” Teiko replied. “Do you not want all of that?” She considered mentioning the games Rei would play as a child, the way she would shove her baby dolls up her shirt and rope Kakashi into playing pretend with her. She was always aiming for the domestic, especially with Kakashi, even if now, as an adult, she made sure to suppress it.

               “It’s not that I don’t want it” Rei replied, as expected, “I just…it’s almost too perfect. I’m scared I’ll mess it all up, make it an ugly picture. I mean, you can’t really erase your mistakes, you know?”

               Grandma Teiko leaned back and nodded slowly. God, did she know. “You can try but you’ll never succeed” she sighed. “Those mistakes stay there forever whether you like it or not. But they’re there, and you just have to accept that they always will be. Sometimes in life you have to make quick decisions or your judgment gets clouded and you look back on what you’ve done later and regret ever making that choice, but it’s done. It’s over with. You can’t change the past, you have to just suck it up and move on. Learn to live with it. Reconcile any way you can. It won’t always make you happy, but it’s worth doing what’s right not just for your own good but for the good of those around you, too.” Pursing her lips, she then reached for another dumpling, popped it in her mouth, then rose and shuffled into the kitchen. Rei watched as she gathered some supplies and began packing up two dozen dumplings into a container for Rei to take back with her. “Let me just give a few morsels of advice” she then said.

               Rei nodded, watching as the old woman worked. She placed each dumpling in the container so carefully, ensuring that they would not stick to one another. Toshio rested his head in Rei’s lap, and she held out a dumpling to him which he happily scarfed down.

               “No matter what, no matter how angry you may get at him, never do anything that may hurt Kakashi” Teiko began. Rei’s eyes widened a moment—why would she ever want to hurt him in the first place? Teiko caught onto her uncertainty and met her gaze with a harsh confidence. “You may not think it now but eventually you will be brought to the brink, and you will consider doing things that may be harmful. Do not give into that. Bite your tongue, girl, and thank me later. And by that same token, never go to bed angry. It’s just not worth it. One day you might fall asleep and never wake up and would you really want to leave this world angry with the man you’re sleeping beside? And last—and this is the most important so listen up, girl: always remember what you’re fighting for. When shit gets tough, look at how much further you’ve come. Look at where you were fifteen years ago, how badly you wanted this. Remind yourself why it’s all worth it because if you lose sight of the why, you’re done for.”

               Grandma Teiko certainly gave Rei a lot to think about as she shuffled home, gyoza in hand. Toshio leapt ahead of her, chasing snowflakes and nuzzling the snowy ground. It may not have been the best gyoza day, but there was something much more introspective this year. She still was starving to know more about her family, but at the same time her stomach also still ached with the thought of having ruined such a special occasion with her desperation. Along the way, however, the more she chewed things over, it slowly dawned on her that she was not going home emptyhanded after all. There, nestled within advice for the future, was perhaps a glimpse of the coveted past.

[itsmkjones]

Imagine: finding a  Hellhound. - Part 2

Part 1

Crowley X Reader

Content: Fluff

Winter melted into a hesitant spring. Ice clung to the young flowers threatening to bloom against the frost seeped earth. Between bursts of warm rain and sudden chill, you left the confines of the cabin, dog of smoke and fire trodding at your heel. Cerberus’ eyes of deep crimson had shifted from two pools of thick blood to glowing embers at two months. His fearsome appearance didn’t bother you, instead, filled you with warmth and safety. You stooped to grab a broken limb. Cerberus yipped excitedly dancing at your feet impatiently. You wagged the stick before chucking it across the clearing. Frost flew as he charge the projectile. A snap echoing the clamour of a gunshot pierced the air as his jaws broke the stick midair. You clapped encouragingly calling the confused pup back. Cerberus looked at the wreckage under his paws, head tilted inquisitively as the splinters of wet wood.

Crowley appeared beside you, hands buried in his pockets to yield the chill in the air. You remained clueless to his presence, leaning forward even to try to catch Cerberus’ eyes. Crowley kept his silence, rocking back on his heels to catch a full view of the curve of your back. His brow arched, impressed. You righted your posture with a sigh as you watched Cerberus pick up each paw to inspect the dust beneath them.

“C’mere boy! C’mon!” You tried again.

“I do believe you’ve addled the mutt’s brain.” Crowley drawled not bothering to hide a smirk when you jumped in surprise.

“Y-you!” Your hand came over your heart in an attempt to keep it from leaping from your chest. “You’re back!”

“I did say I would return to train the damn pup.” He said a little crossly at your incredulous tone.

“Y-yes.” You nodded.

He quirked a brow at you. “You needn’t be so worried about me. I won’t kill you, yet.” You jumped at his modifier. He waved away your concern. “Killing a pathetic human like you is a waste of energy.”

“Human?” You repeated the word under your breath, brow furrowed. You snuck a glance at him to see the man smirking confidently at you. You shifted your weight uncomfortably.

“I’m a demon, love.” He explained with audacious authority. “King of Hell, actually.”

You stepped back instinctively. With a slight shrug he turned back to Cerberus who spotted the newcomer and was bounding towards them.

“Like I said, no reason to kill you, love.”

His reassurance left something to be desired, but when he fell to a knee reaching out to your puppy he seemed less threatening, endearing even. He caught Cerberus around the collar, a swatch of cloth you’d ripped from an old shirt. His hands rubbed his neck before sliding to his head to give him a sweet pet between the ears. You watched quietly. The one rule you abided by with strangers was with how they treated animals and, so far, “King of Hell” didn’t seem to mean much before a puppy. Cerberus’ head rolled to the side, tongue panting happily as Crowley scratched a patch behind his ear. You crouched beside him stroking Cerberus’ side. The attention intoxicated the young hellhound. Cerberus flopped on his side with an audible thunk revealing his fathomless belly to you. You grinned dropping a quick kiss to his nose. Cerberus managed to lick your chin as you pulled away, the skin puckering red and angry.

“Why do you let him to that?” Crowley questioned, eyeing the burnt skin.

You patted the spot gingerly. “He doesn’t mean anything by it.” You reached down to scratch his chest. “He’s just showin’ love is all. S’not his fault it hurts.”

“I see.”

“What are you planning on teaching him, anyways?” You asked finding the courage to meet Crowley’s dark eyes.

He pulled back a fraction, easing his shoulders up on an inhale. Your unwavering gaze brought him a pause. His gaze flicked down your body once again, reevaluating what he already knew. If you were afraid of him, which he could tell you were by the hesitant wide eyed looks you cast him, then why did you suddenly cock your head to the side and engage in conversation?

“Sit, fetch, maul living, drag a soul to hell.” He smirked, “You know, all the usual tricks.”

You frowned. “I don’t think Cerberus will want to do that though…”

Crowley’s eyebrows twitched to his hairline. That definitely wasn’t reaction he hoped to encourage, rather, your behavior struck him as unsettling. If you were a hunter, sure, adjusted ambivalence and calm contemplation would have been expected, but you were just… human. He stuffed his hands in his overcoat pockets, wrestling with the impending realization that you were beginning to make him feel less confident. He dragged his focus from your face, now serenely watching Cerberus pounce a pile of snow.

“He really doesn’t have a choice in the matter.” He retorted a tad harsher than intended.

“What’s that suppose to mean?” Your head snapped in his direction. “You… you aren’t going to hurt him are you?”

Crowley feigned offense. “You assume because I am a demon I would hurt my own hellhound?”

Your eyes dropped, cheek warming. “Sorry…”

Crowley’s lips curled, satisfied with your reaction. It was refreshing, for once, not having dim-witted comments or incessant backtalk thrown his way. The way you chewed your lip nervously allotted the comfort of control.

“If I were any other demon, you’d be absolutely correct.” He trained stoicism as your eyes flew to his face. “I, however, am partial to the beasts: a happy hound is a happy hell… or something to that effect.”

You pinched your lips together, biting your tongue to keep from asking more questions. Crowley whistled to the pup, immediately earning his fleeting attention. Cerberus yipped, a strangled sound that betrayed the depth of his throaty vocalizations, and sprung into a full sprint. His lithe body shook as he waited for Crowley to speak again.

“Sit.” Crowley ordered simply.

Cerberus tilted his head to the side.

“Cerberus,” You said sweetly, bringing his fiery eyes to yours. “Sit!”

His butt connected to the earth with more force than necessary. His tail swept from side to side behind him brushing away snow. You grinnned.

“Good boy!”

His tail thumped.

Crowley sighed. “What else did you teach him?”

“Well, he can sit, lay, and fetch.” You explained rubbing Cerberus’ neck. “We were learning how to play dead, weren’t we? But, we couldn’t keep still long enough, could we?”

“Why the bloody hell would a hound need to play dead?” Astonishment laced Crowley’s voice. “Fine, let’s just move on, shall we?” He pulled on a shallow reserve of patience. “Now normally, I use a dismembered femur for the beasts to retrieve, I assume you’ve taught him to repossess candy canes and rainbows or something equally frivolous.”

You shot him a bemused judgemental look, “No, just sticks… Although, he has brought me a book before, but I would never throw that. I think he just likes it when I read to him.”

“You… read to the mutt?” He clarified with perfect disdain.

“So?” You pouted, unable to hide your annoyance. “He likes it and, anyways,” you crossed your arms pivoting away from him, “at least, he listens to my commands.”

“Parlor tricks!” Crowley snapped. “I can train a hellhound to rip the soul from beating heart and drag it to the bowels of everlasting hell!”

“That would impressive if that meant anything to me.” You rolled your eyes. “And at any rate, it seems like you aren’t doing a very good job with Cerberus. You can’t even get him to sit.”

Crowley’s eyes narrowed a fraction. He spun to Cerberus who, at your every word, reacted appropriately. Crowley’s heated glare was lost on the playful hound. Crowley should have felt annoyed, the deep bite of irritation at your words, but instead they brought a cooler, cleaner emotions to cling in his mind like the frost sticking to the new growth. He snapped his finger disappearing from the clearing under the guise of insult. You looked around, the area suddenly too bright without the darkly clad man. You kneeled giving Cerberus a good rub wondering if you had gone too far.

@roxy-davenport (Hope you like it :P)

[toruhoe]

Hot Cocoa

Pairing: Royai Rating: K Fluff (-ish?) one-shot for Valentine’s Day. Read this in ff.net

A/N: SO this is my first “serious” attempt to write fanfiction in english and I have to thank @egalitarian-nature-blog for encouraging me to do this as we discussed Young!Royai headcanons. Also thank you so much @calithildes​ for helping me with some dialogues (those were your Valentine’s gift for me, and this fic is my gift for you <3). Thank you @haganenobeato​ as well for giving me your honest and kind opinion, you’re such a blessing! I apologyze beforehand for any misspelling, as most of you know english is not my first language and as much as I tried to go over it and correct some stuff there should be some mistakes. Anyway, I hope you enjoy!

As a couple snowflakes started to gather on his shoulders, Roy wondered if this was a good idea after all. He buried his chin on top of his scarf as he shrugged the doubt off, and decided to knock on his lieutenant's door anyway. He kept his hands inside his coat's pockets and tapped his feet with slight impatience as he tried to remember when was the last time he spent Valentine's Day in Riza's company. It had been back in her father's house when he was a teenage boy learning alchemy.

Winter wasn't this cold back there, he thought to himself as he shrugged once more, seeking the warmth and comfort his scarf ought to harbor. He didn't find much. Snow was falling rather abundantly tonight and he felt as it melted and drenched his hair. He shivered. Roy was looking forward to take his lieutenant out for a short walk, considering none of them would have any other plan for tonight, and he didn’t bother to get in his car and drive the few blocks that separated his building from hers. He regretted that now.

Riza Hawkeye opened the door and found his superior officer standing outside. By the way she looked, she probably stayed working until late and had just gotten home. She was wearing her military uniform along with her boots and was just taking her scarf off.

"Good evening, sir. Can I do something for you?" She sounded vaguely intrigued.

Right.

This little visit wasn't quite expected. He wondered once again if this was a good idea, but he already found himself standing in front of her, no words daring to come out of his mouth. He stared at her chapped lips and tried to remember how many times he'd seen them broken like that by the cold when they were younger. It rarely ever snowed back in her hometown and when it did she could barely stand it, but that was long ago and she didn't seem to mind the weather as much nowadays. After all, she had plenty going on in her mind to worry about. Things have changed a lot since they were young, but them sticking together despite the circumstances was a constant.

“Hello, lieutenant. Do you have any plan for tonight?”

She shook her head slightly and stared at him as if waiting for anything else he had to say. She still had her hand on the door knob and her body language told him she could close the door in his face at any moment, but maybe that was just his imagination. He looked over his shoulder to see snow kept falling and thought to himself that maybe inviting his subordinate to take a walk through the streets of central city wouldn’t be a pleasant way to spend the evening. He looked back at her. “Can I come in?”

This time she nodded and gave him a faint smile as if she was expecting him to ask just that. She moved and gestured him to come inside.

“What are you doing, Riza?”

“Shouldn’t I be asking you that question? You’re supposed to be studying with father.”

He shrugged as he came down the stairwell and walked towards her. Riza was sitting on a couch in the living room and held a notebook that she covered with her hands as soon as Roy approached her and stood in front of the sofa.

“It’s kind of late, I’m dismissed. May I?” He pointed the empty space besides her in the sofa and she gave him a look. Riza was a bit difficult, but she did enjoy his company. She moved slightly and patted the empty space on her side, gesturing him to sit. “What were you writing?”

“It doesn’t matter, does it? What is it with you asking so many questions?” She scolded him and held the little notebook a bit tighter, but her obvious nervousness just triggered his curiosity further and he popped a playful half smile.

“Is it something to be embarrassed of? Are you writing a love letter for some boy you like from school?”

Her cheeks turned red and her eyes shot open as he teased her.

“Stop!” She cried out as the blush extended to her whole face and she looked the other way, avoiding his eyes. Roy laughed softly as he laid back on the couch and looked into the fireplace that stood across the living room.

“Back at home Valentine’s day was such a big deal. I’ve a lot of sisters and they all go crazy during this holiday. It makes me a bit nostalgic” Riza looked back at his father’s apprentice and noticed that his gaze seemed to drift away as he said those words. Being away from the people you care about on days that remind you of them was bitter.

She could sympathize with that feeling.

Roy stepped inside as Riza closed the door behind them. He looked as she walked up to the hallway that lead to her bedroom and before getting in she turned around to face him. “You can sit, sir. I’ll just slip into something more comfortable and come back.”

He nodded and hung his coat and scarf on a coat rack by the door. He took a quick look around her apartment and couldn’t help but notice it was as organized as her. It was a rather small apartment, fitting for one person, and minimalist decoration in light colors so that the reduced space wouldn’t feel overwhelming. The windows looked big enough to gather enough light for the entire area of the living room and the kitchen during daytime, but the reduced luminosity from the snowy night needed the aid of a lamp by the couch that was already turned on.

The fireplace sitting across the living room was still unlit, so he took one of his ignition gloves out of his pocket as he approached the chimney to lit it up with a snap of his fingers. Perhaps Riza would appreciate the warmth when she came back from her room. He couldn’t help but feel a little bad about visiting without preamble, Riza looked like she could’ve gone to bed already if he hadn’t showed up.

I’m here already. No use in thinking about that.

Roy heard the bedroom door open and soon enough a cheerful Black Hayate came out trotting to greet him. He sat on the living room’s couch and consequently the shiba inu jumped on top of it to rest his head and front paws on the colonel’s lap, who scratched behind the dog’s ear as he panted happily.

“You indulge him, sir” Riza appeared in the hallway once again. She stood there leaning against the wall with her arms crossed as she cracked a smile. It was no secret that the colonel had a certain adoration for her dog.

“Lieutenant, I am shocked and offended you would think I spoil your dog.” He returned the joke with a faint laugh as he noticed her walking across the living room to the small kitchen.

“Something to drink?” She asked him as she opened a cupboard placed on the wall. “Perhaps something warm.”

“Ah, yes. It might be a little too late for coffee, b-”

“Hot cocoa. You still like it, don’t you?” She didn’t wait for his answer to reach out for a pan and turning the stove on.

“I do, actually.” He gave her a soft smile. As a kid she would love to make hot cocoa whenever it was cold outside, and the times he had been curious enough to ask her what she was up to, she’d offer him a cup. He started feeling a little nostalgic all of a sudden.

“Roy,” she shook him out of his thoughts and he looked at her, a bit startled. He should have been daydreaming for a couple minutes because Riza was now standing in front of him with two cups filled with, by the looks of it, hot liquid. “want some hot cocoa?”

He nodded and she extended a hand for him to reach out for the cup. He held it in both of his hands and the warmth that ran through them was a pleasant sensation. She sat beside him and rocked her legs back and forth as she took small sips from her cup, staring into the fire just as he was a moment ago.

“Mother also liked Valentine’s,” she said softly, almost as a whisper. “She was a hopeless romantic. She’d write these little letters for my dad and made him smile. I don’t have much more memories of his smile.”

Roy looked at Riza, whose gaze was still laid in the fire. He couldn’t imagine Mr. Hawkeye smiling, to be honest. His wife’s death must have been an awful trauma for him to change that much over the years, and by the way Riza spoke about her she must have also been very fond of her mother. She did not let her emotions get the worst of her, but her glassy eyes as she spoke to him about her mother for the first time revealed the sadness she carried. He had no memories of his parents, he couldn’t empathize with her tragedy, but he did have his beloved foster mother and sisters whose loss would tear him apart.

He shook his head.

He didn’t even dare to explore those thoughts further.

He sipped from his cup a little too much and jumped slightly as he burned the tip of his tongue, Riza looked at him and cracked a little laugh as she watched his silly accident. Roy sighed and leaned back on the couch.

“So were you writing a letter, like she used to?”

She averted his eyes. “Of course not, don’t be stupid. Who would I give something like that?” She sounded nervous but covered it up as soon as she could, then she let out the air she had been holding for a little too long and leaned back on the couch as well. Whenever he mentioned whatever she was writing about she tensed up, and his curiosity wasn’t helping him make this comfortable for any of them.

“I’m sorry, I won’t ask about it again.”

She didn’t say a word and instead nodded as she brought her knees to her chest and hugged her legs. Despite the fireplace and hot cocoa sips, the room temperature was really low and Riza was shivering. Not only was the snowfall heavier than it had been for a couple years, but Riza was never one to enjoy the cold.

“Excuse me, Riza. I’ll be right back”

The colonel snapped out of his thoughts and realized that not only had he showed up uninvited at his subordinate’s place, but had her preparing a hot beverage for him as he just sat there petting her dog.

“Lieutenant, can I help you with something?” He said as he stopped scratching Black Hayate’s ear and stood up, leaving him over the couch. The dog squealed for some more attention but as he realized he wasn’t getting any more, he jumped back on the floor and once again wandered around the apartment.

“I can handle things over here, sir. But could you search for a throw in the hallway closet? It’s still freezing.” And he did just as she said, he walked towards the same hallway that lead to her room and stopped as he saw a small double door that was most likely the said closet’s. He opened it to find neatly organized boxes on the floor and folded blankets, quilts and throws over a shelf. He took a throw from the pile and closed the storage’s doors before walking back to the living room. From there, he could see Riza already pouring the beverage in two mugs and afterwards, as she walked back to him holding both mugs, he spread the throw open. She put the mugs on top of the little coffee table between the couch and the fireplace, sat beside him and reached out to take the throw from Roy’s hands.

“No, let me just…” He didn’t finish the sentence, and instead put the large throw over her shoulders, trying to cover her up as much as he could so she’d be warm enough. Then, he reached out for one of the hot cocoa mugs and handed it to her. She took it with both of her hands and looked at him and gave him a warm smile.

“Thanks” She said in a sweet tone and a lack of formality that was almost unlike her. He just gave back a similar smile and kept looking at her as she sipped the hot liquid. Being this close to his lieutenant, he could notice simple details such as the tenuous bags under her eyes and the few rebellious strands of hair that wouldn’t stay in their place and the way her lips slightly curled upwards when she smiled or sipped or gentle words came out of her mouth. He’d never denied she was an attractive woman, but never quite acknowledged how captivating she was.

“Sir”

“Yes?” He responded almost instantly, a faint heat on his cheeks as he realized the compromising thoughts he was having.

“Your beverage will get cold if you don’t start drinking it soon.”

“Right.” A pinch of embarrassment showed up as a little laugh as he reached for the mug, realizing maybe he stared at her for too long. He felt the smell of chocolate and suddenly got flooded by nostalgia. Its scent reminded him of Riza’s hometown, her father’s house and overall much simpler times. As he was about to lean back on the couch he felt Riza’s hand over his shoulder, trying to put part of the large throw over it and cover him with it as well. He looked at her with a rather confused expression, but pleased nonetheless.

“It’s like when we were kids. I figured you’d be cold as well” She said as if an excuse were needed, in a soft tone that could pass as a whisper. Her gaze met his as warmth ran through him, not necessarily from the throw. He leaned back on the couch and she did as well, slyly snuggling closer to him.

He took a sip from the mug and the sweet taste brought back an awful lot of not quite awful memories. The most prominent was the fuzzy feeling he felt whenever his teacher’s daughter would lean close to him or rest her head on his shoulder.

He didn’t really get what was the matter with that feeling back then, but it seemed absurd and useless to neglect it at this point.

Roy had been in love with her all this time, of course.

It felt as if the understanding of this fact was a pail of cold water falling over his head, and damn it was freezing.

As he was back in front of Riza, a throw over his shoulder, he noticed she was nearly falling asleep because her eyelids seemed to be getting heavier.

“Hey, you’re back” she said with a rather dry voice. She might have been about to fall asleep, but was expecting him to come back and waited for him.

“I figured you were cold, so I brought you this” He took the throw and showed it to her. She sat up and so did he beside her, covering both of them with the throw. She gave him a rather confused look, possibly because of the closeness they shared.

“... I’m cold too, you know.” She laughed and leaned back, bringing her knees close to her chest again.

His ears started heating up. It wasn’t like he wanted to be close to Riza or snuggle her or anything. The reason he only brought one throw was… To be practical, of course. Why would he bring two when one was large enough to cover both of them. In fact, they were large enough for them to keep a little more distance from each other and still be well covered. ...But he didn’t move. In fact, neither of them did.

He felt her golden hair tickle his jaw and part of his cheek and the heat from his ears extended to his full face. Suddenly Riza lied her head on his shoulder and he had to swallow. He felt fuzzy and didn’t dare to move. Instead, he looked over her and realized her eyes had closed. She seemed to be still awake, but it was obvious she was sleepy already.

“Roy”

“What?”

“Thank you.”

“It was nothing. Besides I was cold, too.”

“Not that, silly. It’s just… forget about it.” She said grumpily and he didn’t respond. She got comfortable and in a matter of minutes, fell asleep.

As he moved a little to find some accomodation himself, he felt something at the side of his lap, it was the notebook Riza was holding earlier. He thought perhaps she let go of it at some point when he was busy daydreaming. His conscience told him not to reach out for it, he should respect the fact that she didn’t even want to tell him what she was writing, but his curiosity got the worst out of him.

He reached for the notebook.

By the looks of it, it was some sort of diary. He skipped a couple pages, not wanting to intrude on her privacy more than he already was. After all, what he wanted to know was what she was writing just a while ago. He reached a page near the end of the diary that had his name written on the upper left area followed by a comma.

“Roy,

I just wanted to say thank you for…”

Nothing else was readable. He frowned slightly in confusion. There were scratched words and phrases all over the page but nothing made much sense. He looked back at her. Was there something she wanted to tell him?

He sighed. Pondering about it without any base wouldn’t get him anywhere, so he closed the notebook and put it back where he left it.

Perhaps she couldn’t find the words for whatever it was she wanted to tell him, and the best he could do was wait for her to find out, if she ever did.

He looked over Riza once again, and fortunately she didn’t seem to mind the ongoing silence that took place between them a couple of minutes ago. On the other hand, it gave him way too much time to drift away into his thoughts and extend the silence even more. He could be going mad. But Riza looked… Tranquil. She kept sipping and had the edges of her lips still curled up. She had also snuggled a bit closer to him, and Roy realized he had tensed up a little. He inhaled and exhaled deeply, relaxing remarkably. He grazed the blushing skin on her cheeks for a second before running his fingers through her hair. She closed her eyes, enjoying the sensation as his fingers tangled in her silky locks.

He wondered if Riza could reciprocate his feelings, and it didn’t take him long to realize it was pretty much obvious at this point. He’d been truly blind to what had been just in front of him for so long.

“Roy”

“Yes?”

“Thank you.” She said in a soothing tone and his lips curled up in a smile. There wasn’t anything else to add there. After all, they didn’t need many words to understand each other perfectly.

“Also,” she cleared her throat

“Hm?”

“you let your cocoa cool, silly.” she scolded him.

He rolled his eyes at her chide, a playful smile still on his lips. He bent forward to put his now cold mug on top of the coffee table, and then leaned back to rest a kiss on her forehead and snuggle closer to her, joyful smiles on both their lips.

It didn’t feel that cold anymore.

[theonlyfa]

The Night of the Unliving Wendy

Wrote this as a request on FF and figured I may as well share it with everyone here too since it’s been awhile.

FF.net version: https://www.fanfiction.net/s/12356785/1/The-Night-of-The-Unliving-Wendy

The Night of the Unliving Wendy

A fly was buzzing. Buzzing around the room, it flew from a wooden service counter onto a clothing rack, where it buzzed even louder. Before it could buzz any louder, it met it's demise at the hands of a curled up newspaper held by Stanley Pines.

"Wendy!" Stanley cried out. "You're supposed to be protecting the merchandise!"

"I am." Wendy replied casually. "But there's been nothing to protect it against man."

"This fly I just killed off could've left thousands of eggs!" Stanley said exasperated. "Which means thousands of fly babies roaming the shop!"

"I'm not sure that's how fly babies work Mr. Pines…" Wendy said.

"Regardless I expect you to protect the merchandise from the flies too!" Stanley said as he walked out of the room.

This is kinda lame Wendy thought to herself. Instead of doing this, I'm just gonna go see what's up with Dipper instead.

And so Wendy left her work station and walked outside instead to see her buddy Dipper strolling around in circles as he read from his journal.

"Hey Dipper!" Wendy said, startling him so much that he fell onto the ground. "What are you doing?"

Dipper was slightly flustered at his fall and took some time to respond. "Oh I'm just searching around for something out of the ordinary." DIpper replied. "Nothing really in particular has stuck out to this point."

"Oh cool, sounds better then work." Wendy replied. "I'll join you!" And so they circled the perimeter of the Shack, but found nothing of value once more.

"Say, let's go a little deeper into the woods." Dipper suggested. "I think we've exhausted all possibilities here." And so they went into the woods, and it didn't take too long for something to stick out.

"Oh hey Dip, I think I found something!" Wendy exclaimed as she picked something up. Showing it to Dipper, he could see that it was a tooth, a very decayed, gnawed up tooth. "Hmmmm, it's very possible Grunkle Stan could have been eating something heavy and broke his tooth off…" Dipper said aloud, though not specifically addressing Wendy.

"Hmmm, it seems a little… gross even for him."

As Wendy spoke, she instinctively scratched an itch on her nose, but did so with the tooth, opening up a small bloody wound on her nose.

"Ouch!" She yelped, rubbing the blood off her nose and onto her hand.

"You alright?" Dipper asked. Wendy stared at Dipper blankly for a moment, her eyes moving rapidly in all different directions.

"Wendy!" Dipper exclaimed in concern.

"Wha-" She said, caught off guard. "I'm fine, just scratched my nose with this tooth. How about you hold on to it dude?" She said, handing it over to him. Now that he had a closer look at it, something seemed off about it.

"This isn't no human tooth!" Dipper mumbled anxiously. "Almost like a… a zomb-zombie tooth! Wendy, you said you scratched yo-" Before Dipper could finish his sentence, he looked up to see Wendy eating the skin straight off her hand. "What, I'm hungry?" She said casually. Dipper decided he didn't need to ask his question.

"So, I'm gon-gonna become a zombie?" Wendy asked anxiously as she sat on Dipper's bed.

"If the journal is correct… yes." Dipper said. "I have no idea how long the process takes before you go full zombie."

"Is there any way to reverse it?" She asked, viciously picking at her skin simultaneously. "Sorry, I'm just so itchy right now!"

"Well according to the journal… no." Dipper said bluntly. "But Ford told me one time that there is a natural cure for 'infections of the mind' as he calls it. It's the so called 'purest creature's most vile excrement.'"

"You mean… Unicorn pee?" Wendy asked as she tore off a piece of her ear and put it in her mouth. Dipper said nothing of it.

"Y-yeah, that's exactly it." Dipper said uncomfortably.

As he finished, Wendy leaned in close to Dipper, so close he could feel her nose touching his forehead. Dipper stuck his lips out for a kiss…

but felt her tongue instead…

on his forehead.

"Wendy…?" Dipper asked as the initial euphoria of the situation had worn off. And then, just as suddenly, Wendy opened her mouth and attempted to bite him.

"WENDY!?" came Dipper's shocked reaction. She merely blinked both of her eyes and then sat down.

"I'm sorry… I just wanted some brain." She said innocently. Dipper knew they had to act fast from this point on and so he dragged the slowly zombifying Wendy and they traveled to the Unicorn land.

"Come on Wendy, we don't have much time!" He said as he dragged her along.

It was not too much much longer later when the two were still on their journey towards the Realm of Unicorns. Although Dipper knew the forest well, he had never been to this area and was therefore a bit lost. He was also lost deep in thought as he studied his map when he felt a sliminess in the back of his head.

"You need to wash your hair Dipper." Wendy stated. "It's greasetastic!"

"Wendy! Stay human, don't go after my head." Dipper said kinda angrily.

"Brain!" She said in a more grumbled, zombied voice than her usual voice. STOP, IT'S DIPPER! She thought to herself, grunting out loud.

"Sorry Dipper, I'm trying." She said more frantically. "The urges I have are just really strong right now."

"I'm doing everything I can to get there quick it's just diffic-" Dipper finished mid sentence as he saw Wendy holding her other hand in the air. "OH MY GOD WENDY, YOUR HAND!" He screeched.

Wendy stared briefly at her disembodied hand. PUT IT BACK, PUT IT BACK, PUT BACK! Was her frantic thought, but she didn't want Dipper to know that. "What this?" She said nonchalantly as she reattached her hand. "Yeah the pro of zombieness!... If it were Halloween."

"Stay focused, we're getting closer." Dipper said.

"Yeah man, get us there with your big… smart… juicy…. Br-" Dipper threw a tree branch to stop her train of thought. "S-sorry."

Finally after even more walking, they were on the outskirts of the Realm of Unicorns. Although encouraged to have finally made it, he was worried about the continuing zombification. Wendy's skin was becoming more green and her sentences less…. Profound.

"Herrreee. Are we herrreee?" She asked, her voice resembling a static groan more then herself.

"Yeah we are, but perhaps you shouldn't push yourself." Dipper suggested. "Who knows how much time you have left if any." Dipper said, as he instinctively swatted Wendy's hand away from the back of his hand, having gotten used to it by now.

Dipper, those Unicorns aren't gonna listen to your reason! YOU GOTTA GO KICK THEIR BUTTS! Wendy thought to herself, but her transformation wasn't letting her get that out fully. "Butts. Butts... Brains..." She said in a scattered mumble. Dipper was beginning to feel discouraged.

"Honestly is it even worth it at this point?" Dipper asked rhetorically. "Are you even still actually there?"

As he said this, Wendy grabbed his head from behind and lifted him in the air. Dipper was sure his brain was about to become stir fry but instead she landed a big wet kiss on him. It was not quite the elegance he had always imagined, but it was just what he needed.

"Stay here, I'll be right back." Dipper said, filled with a load of confidence. As he walked into the forest of unicorns, he saw a purple Unicorn jamming to rave music.

"Is-is this what unicorns are actually like?" Dipper asked concernedly to no one in particular.

"What do you want punk?" She asked him.

"Um, will you pee in this jar for me?" Dipper asked. The Unicorn just stared at him for a moment before deciding to say something.

"Uhh no thanks." She said to him in a defiant tone.

"Goddammit!" He said. "My friend is going to be zombified soon if I can't get your pee!"

"Tough luck." She said back as it licked it's hooves.

"Ugh!" He said angrily. "If Mabel were here, she'd probably be a lot nicer than I'm about to be, bu-" Before he could finish his sentence, he saw that the jar was full of Unicorn… well you know.

"No no no, don't bring those crazy women again!" the Unicorn said as she ran off from Dipper.

That was weird but I have no time at all to give it thought. I'm coming Wendy! He thought to himself. As he charged back up the hill, he saw her eating grass out of the ground.

"Wendy, stop eating grass!" Dipper said. "I got the cure!" Wendy didn't acknowledge him at all, almost as if she wasn't even there.

Oh no, am I too late? Does she not even remember who she is? Dipper, without giving it any more thought, tackled Wendy and attempted to pour the jar of pee down her throat. She resisted and tried grabbing Dipper.

"BRAIN. BRAIN." There was barely any humanity in her voice, scaring Dipper immensely. But he did not hesitate and continued to administer the cure.

As the jar was emptied, both of them fell down from their struggle on their butts into the ground. Dipper panted heavily while Wendy sat motionless. Wendy then sat up and growled a fierce roar, initially making Dipper feel that he had failed. But that roar devolved into a hacking wheeze where the piece of ear she had tried eating earlier flung at Dipper's face instead. Afterwards he could hear her breathing softly.

"Wendy?" Dipper asked nervously. He wasn't totally sure that this was the cured Wendy yet. "D-do you want to eat my brain?"

"What?" She asked, disgustedly. "That's gross man."

"Wendy!" He screeched happily. "You're cured! You're not a zombie anymore!"

"Sorry I tried to eat your brain, I don't think it was really me." She said sheepishly.

"It's alright." He said as they embraced in a hug. They then went back to the Shack, where Wendy just pretended like she never left her station. Stanley walked in a few seconds later.

"How's the merchandise holding up?" He asked her.

"Pretty swell, although one of those flies took out a chunk of my ear." She said, pointing at it.

"Sacrifice? I like it! Keep up the good work kiddo!" Stan said as he walked out.

Say where did that go anyways? Wendy wondered to herself.

Mabel walked into her room, back from a sleepover with Pacifica.

"Hey Dipper, how was your day?" She asked gleefully.

"Pretty interesting." He said. "Hey, is keeping a zombified ear of Wendy's ok or not really?"

The color dropped out of Mabel's face and she just walked out of the room. "I agree, not weird at all. Thanks Mabel." He said as he put it in his secret box.