#but sometimes i'll sit in the one at my job and roll around the office and marvel at how much easier it is to move around

[aquaticaberration]

Every day I fantasize about what it'd be like having a wheelchair, and then my brain goes "But you can walk???" And then I go "You're so right, what am I thinking." despite being very aware that ambulatory wheelchair users exist.

[coff33andb00ks]

Rule Breaker - Pt 1

max verstappen x single mom!reader

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face claim: none, random pinterest find warnings: cursing, max is broody, jos is an asshole, fluff, barely proofread, idk red bull team aside from Max, Checo, and Horner... (y/n's bestie is named after my irl bestie bc she told me to write this, and y/n's son is not named after Magnussen i swear) Summary: Max has it all...right? Besides, he's too busy collecting trophies and completing side quests for anything else. Until... You moved across a whole ass ocean to start over, uprooting you and your son's lives to become social media admin for cars that drive in circles. word count: 4293 auth.note: hiii new to writing for f1 so I'm posting this in the middle of the night and hiding in bed - feedback greatly appreciated. also this is forbidden love/he falls first/friends to enemies to lovers

"Hey Max, come meet the new social media admin."

On his way out, he barely heard the words. But they registered and he immediately turned, knowing how important it was to have a good rapport with the social media personnel. He only had to meet them, then he could leave and go to the team apartment and… He didn't know. Pass time in his sim until he couldn't hold his eyes open. Maybe he'd go for a run until he was close to exhaustion. Or see if Lando was in the country and they could go out together. It was only when he was about to pass out that he was able to sleep and not be plagued with dreams.

His eyes swept the small office, swiveling to focus on the new face. She smiled, giving him a little wave as she set down her slice of pizza.

"Max, this is y/n. Y/n, this is Max."

"Hello," he said, watching as she wiped her mouth with a napkin.

"Hi, sorry." She took a sip of her drink and wiped her mouth again. "Sorry – It's so great to meet you."

She was American. Walking over, he extended his hand. "Where are you from?"

Shaking his hand, she smiled up at him. "Well most recently I was with—"

"No, no, where in America," he corrected.

"Oh! North Carolina. I try to keep the country accent to a minimum but sometimes I slip up." She motioned to the pizza box on the desk. "You want a slice?"

No, he had to leave. His work was done, he didn't need to hang around and kill his precious down time. Besides, his diet was strict for the next few days, what with the race coming up. He had to focus on… Within fifteen seconds he was sitting across from her, holding a slice in one hand. One slice wouldn't hurt, he decided as he took a bite. "How long have you been in England?"

"About three weeks?" She glanced at her watch and nodded. "Three weeks tomorrow. I was staying at an Airbnb until a week ago when I moved into my apartment."

He nodded. "Are you going to be based here or go to the races?"

"Races. Gonna be living the glamorous life of travel and hotels and surviving on caffeine and sugar," she said with a roll of her eyes.

"It's not so bad."

"I'm sure I'll get used to it. You've been doing it for, what, half your life now?"

Shrugging, he took a sip of his water. "More than that, really. Are you saying you don't travel?"

"Not like this. I lucked out with my last job because I was able to do it mostly from home. I think I went up to New York or out to Cali maybe six times total? But I know I can do it," she added when his eyebrows lifted. "It'll just take a little getting used to, especially with a little one in tow a lot of the time."

That surprised him. His eyes immediately moved to her hands, which were completely bare of rings. "A little one?"

Y/n nodded, her eyes lighting. "He's three."

"What's his name?" Max asked. It was none of his business about the boy's father, anyway, so he wasn't going to ask about him. And he didn't even care.

"Kevin." Her smile was both shy and sparkling.

His chest tightened. Kevin, he knew, was one of the most loved children in the world. "What's he like?" The words came out and only after saying them he realized he wanted to know.

"He's… He's Kevin." She laughed. "He asks a million questions and will talk to anyone about anything. He's high energy but has laser focus when it's something that interests him – Like the other day I took him to the park. I expected him to be running around and trying out all the swings and stuff, but he spent an hour crawling in the grass following a caterpillar."

"Laser focus can be good at times," Max told her, earning a warm smile.

"I know. He comes by it honest because I do the same thing when I'm working."

"Will you be bringing him to the races?" Finished with his pizza, he shook his head when she nudged the box towards him and sat back to finish his water.

"Yeah. Not all of them, but to the next few. I already talked to Mr. Horner and Wanda about it," she said quickly, as though expecting him to be upset about her bringing her child to work. "He won't be in the way. My best friend – Ellie, she's his godmother – is traveling with me to Imola and Monaco to watch him for me. But her new job starts the first of June so I have to make arrangements before then."

"Does he like racing?"

"He's three," she deadpanned. "He loves anything with cars or trucks."

"You'll have to bring him to the track—"

"He also loves fart jokes and bugs."

Max blinked at her, snorting on a laugh when she grinned at him. "Fair enough."

"I do have to warn you, though," she said carefully, standing to gather the napkins and throw them into the trash. Closing the pizza box, she used a clean napkin to wipe off the desk. "He likes McLaren."

"It's the orange livery isn't it?" Max sighed. When she nodded, he shrugged. "I'll do my best to not hate him."

She giggled, letting out a snort.

And, for the first time in six months, Max felt lighter.

*-*

"There's my lil doodle bug," Viv cooed as Kevin leapt off the couch and ran towards her. Dropping her purse and work bag, she scooped him into a hug. "Hi sweetheart. How was your day, hm?"

Her son grinned, squeezing her tight. "I fell in poop!"

Viv froze for two seconds and leaned back a little. "What kind of poop?"

"Dog. Yes, it was fresh. Yes, he had a bath. Yes, I washed his clothes," Ellie announced as she came out of the kitchen, wiping her hands on a dish towel. "Your dinner's almost done – How was work?"

Viv kissed her son's cheek and set him down so she could pick up her bags. "I spent the day reading protocols and policies and signing contracts. Oh, and getting my uniform."

Ellie took the knapsack stuffed with team shirts and jackets. "Good thing you love blue huh?"

"No kidding." She glanced over to Kevin, who had climbed back onto the couch and resumed lining his hot wheels along the back. "How was he today?"

"He was fine. You worry too much, mama," Ellie said gently, following y/n to her bedroom. Setting the knapsack down, she took the work bag and reached inside to switch off y/n's work phone. "Ah, ah, you're off now. You don't officially start work until Monday, so they can't expect you to be on call."

"Yes ma'am." Y/n held her hands up in surrender. "I'm gonna change and get him tucked in then I'll eat, promise."

"Perfect. Bridgerton tonight?" Ellie asked on her way out the door.

"You know it!" y/n called after her.

Once she'd changed into sweats and an old t-shirt she went to the living room. "C'mon, doodle bug," she said softly, smiling when Kevin slid off the couch without hesitation. She helped him pack his cars into their cubby, telling him about her boring day at work while she led him to the bathroom so he could brush his teeth. Then to her bedroom, wishing she had been able to afford a larger apartment so he could have his own space. But he didn't seem to mind, and more often than not he ended up crawling into her bed during the night. Something she treasured, because she knew that all too soon he would be "too big" to share a bed with his mama.

Three storybooks and a rambling made up tale about a one-eyed dragon and the princess that saved him from the evil knight later, she pressed a kiss to his cheek and turned off the light. "Good night, sweetheart. Sweet dreams," she whispered before she left the room.

"So I met Max Verstappen today," she told Ellie a few minutes later while fixing her drink.

"Ooo Mr Tu Tu Du Du himself?"

Y/n snorted. "Yeah, that one." The chicken alfredo with a side of broccoli looked so much more appetizing than the greasy pizza she'd had for a late lunch, and she almost felt like she'd cheated on her best friend for ordering takeout.

"What's he like?" Ellie asked, scooping a little more sauce over the noodles.

"He's nice."

"Just nice?"

"I mean, he asked me surface level questions and laughed at my lame jokes? Yeah, nice." Y/n pulled her plate away before Ellie could push more food onto it and sat down to eat. "Everyone's been so nice, Ellie…"

Her friend squeezed her shoulder. "I'm so glad. I have good news, too."

Y/n lifted her eyebrows, unable to speak because her mouth was full.

Ellie sat down, smiling brightly. "I spoke to HR today and Kev will be able to use the daycare."

Gulping down her mouthful of food, y/n gasped. "Oh that's great!" she cried, feeling the weight of worry that had been plaguing her for three weeks lift. "They're sure?"

"Yep, you just have to come in with me before the first and sign a document giving me permission to take him from the premises."

"Excellent, we can go in the morning? I have to go in after lunch to get my kit. Camera, laptop, all that. And Wanda told me to get more shirts so I don't have to worry about laundry while on the road – Oh and I'll be getting our passes."

"Kevin is so excited about Italy. He wants to see the leaning tower of pizza."

"Bless his heart, maybe I can take him one day."

Plans made, she finished her late dinner and did the washing up then changed into her pajamas before settling on the couch to watch Bridgerton. They were rewatching the series so she didn't feel guilty about scrolling her social media, finally biting the bullet and following all of the RedBull people she knew from headquarters.

"You are the bane of my existence… and the object of all my desires."

"Ugh," Y/N and Ellie whined in unison.

"So much nicer than you've had me hard since we met," y/n muttered.

"Let's be real, practically anything is better than that," Ellie agreed.

They finished the episode and y/n headed to bed, keeping as quietly as possible even though she knew her son could sleep through anything. Digging her work phone from her bag, she powered it on to check for any missed messages, smiling slightly when she saw Max had added her on WhatsApp. Adding him back, she was about to turn the phone off again when a new message popped up.

👋🏻

Rolling her eyes, she replied with the same emoji and waited a few seconds before plugging the phone in and turning on do not disturb. She wasn't going to have a late night chat with Max Verstappen of all people. He was probably just being nice, she told herself as she brushed her teeth and did her skincare. Wanda had told her that Max added everyone but rarely messaged anyone aside from Mr. Horner or the engineers.

Besides, she wasn't there to make friends, she reminded herself as she climbed into bed. She could be friendly, but she was there to do a job.

And no flirting with him either, she thought, immediately wondering why the idea had popped into her mind. She would never – okay, she might, if unintentionally. She knew it was a protective thing, knew it was because she had the undesirable need to have everyone like her. But she couldn't do it. Not with him, especially. He'd probably laugh in her face. He was younger than her and probably had a never ending line of gorgeous women waiting to please him.

Before she switched off the lamp she glanced over at her sleeping son. A living, breathing, very real reminder of what she'd gone through just four years ago. And she knew she couldn't go through that again. She wasn't strong enough. She refused to endure that torture and heartache. Kevin needed her, so she had to be strong for him.

Not to mention there was a no hanky-panky clause in her contract?

She had barely closed her eyes when she heard his toddler bed creak. Lying there, she listened to his feet whispering against the rug, smiling in the dark when he slowly slid the covers back.

"Mama," he whispered, and she reached for him. He snuggled close, tucking his head under her chin as she pulled the covers over them.

"Love you, sweetheart," she murmured, pressing a kiss into his hair.

"Love you, Mama."

*-*

"I think it's good, yeah," Max said, eyes scanning the screens of data from the upgrades. "It'll be great for turn seven." Nodding, he listened to the engineers as they went over potential upgrades for Monaco. Once the meeting was finished he grabbed his water bottle and left the room, ignoring the almost immediate phone call from his father. He knew it was his dad without checking, and strode down the hall, intent on leaving and heading straight for the airport to go home. Where he could ignore everything and everyone until Sunday when it was time to fly to Italy.

Rounding the corner, he lurched to a stop as a small child darted in front of him, his giggles echoing down the corridor. The little boy stopped and looked up at Max, blinking slowly.

"Hi!" He waved.

"Hello." Max heard rapid footsteps and glanced up to see y/n iquickly approaching.

"Kevin Scott—"

"I've got him," Max told her with a quick wave, squatting down to the boy's level. "So you're Kevin?"

The boy nodded, light blonde curls bouncing on his head. "I'm Kevin. That's Mama."

"I'm Max. I heard a lot about you."

Kevin's eyes widened. "You know Mama?"

"About this much." Max held his thumb and index finger barely a centimeter apart. He quickly looked to y/n, who was walking up behind Kevin. "I work with her."

"Ohh… She's gonna take me to see cars. D'you like cars Mister Max?" he asked seriously. As though cars were the most important thing in the universe.

"More than I like myself some days," Max quipped, reaching to check the miniature car the boy was holding in his hand. "I drive one like this."

Kevin gasped. "Do you got it here?"

Max chuckled. "We have a lot. Do you want to see them?"

"Please," the boy said, and Max couldn't have said no under any circumstances.

"You have to ask your mum," he said gently. "And maybe say sorry for running away from her?"

Kevin immediately turned to his mother. "Mama I sorry. Can Mister Max take me to cars?"

She sighed, squatting down to fix his shorts. "We've gotta be more careful, sweetheart. And yes, Mister Max can take us to see the cars."

Kevin spun to face Max again. "She said yes!"

Grinning, Max nodded and stood.

"Thank you," y/n said softly. "I'm sor—"

"He's three, yeah?" Max reached to place his hand on the boy's head, gently guiding him closer when he started to wander off. "Don't apologize for him being a child."

She tipped her head at that, then nodded, grabbing hold of Kevin's hand as Max turned to lead them back down the hallway he'd just left. "I only came by to get my kit, and his aunt had paperwork at her new workplace to finish up, so I had to bring him."

"I'm glad you did." Max gave her a gentle smile, using his card to open the door leading to the back of headquarters. "Have you been back here?"

"Only on my tour the other day."

"Just stick with me," he said. They wouldn't be entering the engineer or design areas, only taking the corridor to the garage. Otherwise they'd have to travel all the way to the main entrance and walk around to the back, which would be tedious for her son.

"I'm under contract and signed an NDA, and it's not like I'd know where to go to sell team secrets," she told him. "And I wouldn't even know what I overheard."

"Not a car fan?" he asked, accepting the model car Kevin was shoving at him. Slipping it into his pocket, he guided them along the curving corridor.

"Eh… Kinda? I like racing. I don't understand all the mechanics to it, I just like the adrenaline of watching twenty guys drive really fast. And I can admire good craftsmanship, like a Bugatti or a McLaren, ya know?"

"What do you drive?" Max asked, using his card to open the door to the garage. Met with the faint aroma of rubber and asphalt, he inhaled deeply, catching with it a lighter, more pleasant scent.

"Nothing at the moment. I've been taking an Uber to and from the apartment," she explained. "I'll probably get a used car after my first paycheck."

Max furrowed his brows, stopping on the catwalk. "You haven't gotten paid yet?"

"No? Well, only my signing bonus, and that's gone to household necessities like rent and food. It's fine, Max, I don't need a car right now."

What are you going to do, give her one of yours? he thought, reaching to Kevin and lifting the boy to his hip so he could carry him down the stairs to the main level. Kevin was already oohing and aahing over the neat rows of cars. "It's just me, Brandon," he called, seeing the member of the security team at the other end of the garage. "A quick tour for a new friend, yeah?"

Brandon waved and disappeared around the corner.

At the bottom of the stairs, Max set Kevin down, ushering him to the nearest car. The boy's excitement was contagious, and Max gleefully told him about each one that he'd driven, helping the boy climb into each and press buttons on the steering wheel. Laughing when Kevin made racecar noises, he pulled out his phone to pull up some videos for sound effects. Swiping away the notifications from his dad, he turned up the volume so the engine sounds echoed in the garage, enjoying Kevin's childish glee.

"This one you know," he said, guiding him to the most recent addition. Lifting him into the seat, he squatted down. "This is a car I drove last year, which—" He pulled the model car from his pocket and set it on top of the steering column. "—is just like the one you have."

"Wow." Kevin looked at him with pure awe. "Did you win?"

"I did. And I won the championship too."

"You're a champ-een, Mister Max?" the boy gasped.

"I am."

"Like Lightning McQueen?"

"You could say that," he chuckled, affectionately ruffling the boy's curls. Glancing over at y/n, he paused when he saw she was holding up her phone.

She peered at him over the top. "Is it okay to take pictures?"

"Of course." He had a feeling she'd already taken dozens. He stepped out of the way so she could get photos of Kevin in the car, then lifted him out once she tucked her phone away. "Have you seen the trophies?"

"No. Can we see 'em, Mister Max? Please?"

"You have to ask your mum." Turning, he sent y/n a pleading look as Kevin asked permission.

"As long as Mister Max doesn't mind," she said, rolling her eyes when Kevin squealed yay.

"It's a long walk, do you want me to carry you?"

Kevin squirmed, wriggling so he was piggybacking. "Thank you Mister Max."

His chest tightened, and he reached to adjust the boy's legs around his middle. "You're welcome, Kevin. We do have to make a stop on the way to the trophy case, though."

Next to him, y/n cleared her throat. "I can take him if you've got something to do."

"No, it's fine, a quick stop," Max assured her, motioning for her to go up the stairs first.

"A pit stop?" Kevin asked, giggling as Max jogged up the steps.

"Exactly that. No more than ten seconds," he promised.

Fifteen minutes later, he was squatting down to fix the collar of Kevin's new shirt. "There you go, mate. What do you think?"

Kevin grinned and gave him a thumb's up.

Max looked up at y/n, who rolled her eyes. "He has to be Team Red Bull," he explained with a shrug, adjusting Kevin's new cap with a grin. Thanking the merch manager, he handed over the bag of goodies he'd grabbed and motioned for Kevin to climb onto his back.

"Thank you!" Kevin called, waving enthusiastically as he was carried out.

"Thank you, Max," y/n murmured while they walked towards reception. "But please don't get him anything else."

"I won't," he said softly. "If I overstepped—"

"No, no, it's fine. He'll wear the shirts until they're too small and he'll play with the models until they fall apart. I just don't want him to think he'll get this type of treatment all the time."

"I understand." He nodded. She didn't want her son to be spoiled. Which he found admirable. "…So giving him one of my old cars is out of the question?"

She halted, jaw dropping. "Max!"

"A joke!" he promised, flashing her a grin as he jogged ahead.

"Not funny," she scoffed behind him, and he heard her huff as she ran to catch up. "Those things cost probably a million—"

Max swung around, easily catching Kevin and swinging him back onto his back. "The car for Miami was about sixteen million."

Her eyes widened. "Sixteen—" She pressed her hands together right in front of her mouth. "Million? As in sixteen then six zeroes behind it?"

Nodding, he started walking backwards, amused at her reaction. She was staring at him in shock, and her son was giggling. "It's hard to pinpoint an exact cost, because we reuse some components from race to race. A chassis, or wings, yeah? If you really wanted to know I can pull up the data and get the price for each part—"

"No," she said, shaking her head slowly. "Please don't. I'd probably faint."

"It's an expensive sport, y/n," he reminded her.

"Yeah no shit," she muttered, exhaling harshly. "I've got so much to learn."

"You'll be fine." He'd meant it to come out in an offhand manner. A generic it's okay so feelings wouldn't be hurt. But it came out gently, laced with reassurance and promise. And, before he could stop himself, his mouth opened again. "If you have any questions you can ask me."

"I can Google," she told him.

"I can change my Wikipedia to say I'm eighty-six. Doesn't make it true," he quipped.

To his relief, she laughed. "Fair point. I'll be sure and ask you."

He turned his attention back to Kevin, swinging him from his back to his hip. Reception was empty, and he set the boy down so he could explore the various displays. "He can't hurt anything," he reassured her, knowing she was watching carefully as Kevin ran over to a wing displayed on the wall.

"I just worry," she sighed.

"Why do you sound like you're apologizing?" Folding his arms over his chest, he watched Kevin walk around the large room, drinking it all in. "You're his mother, you're supposed to worry. If you didn't you would have to apologize."

"Thank you."

"He's a good kid, y/n," he said softly.

"I think so too." He could hear the smile in her voice and turned slightly to see it on her face.

Every other time he'd been in this room the weather outside had been cloudy or rainy. He couldn't remember the sun ever shining as he'd stood there to soak in all the history. Until now. It poured through the windows, causing the trophies in the cases to sparkle and the polished floor to gleam. It shone into her eyes, and he could only stare at her as she squinted a little, a tiny dimple appearing in her left cheek.

God, she was lovely.

She glanced at him and his breathing kickstarted. Unconsciously licking his lips, he cleared his throat. "You seem to be doing well, for a single mom."

Her smile faltered and he mentally kicked himself. She looked to Kevin, who was studying the Red Bull logo on the wall, and looked at Max again. "I didn't have a choice."

"I'm sorry," he said automatically.

"Oh he's not dead." She watched her son, her smile gone. "Just dead to us."

"Then I'm sorry for bringing it up." It had ruined the day. Well, alright, not the day but the moment. They'd been having fun, he'd been having fun.

You always fuck up don't you?

His jaw clenched as the angry voice from years ago echoed in his mind.

"It's okay, Max." Her gentle voice cut through the echoes of the past and he forced his jaw to relax.

Nodding, he uncrossed his arms and called to Kevin, taking him by the hand and leading him to the towering trophy case. "Come on, y/n, time to learn some history."

She snorted on a laugh but joined them, and he could tell she was paying attention as he rattled off years and races and drivers to Kevin.

You're going to fuck this up too, the voice sneered.

[darkchocoboo]

make me yours | aether ghoul

summary: You’re something like a headmaster in the abbey and dating Aether. 

cw: SMUT, p in v sex, oral (f! receiving), fingering, praising, dirty talk, pet names ( baby, babygirl), cock-warming, poorly translated Latin, unprotected sex

MINORS STAY AWAY! 

You were standing behind the pulpit where Copia lectured the new-comers. It was boring, the weather was hot and your feet was aching because your new heels. You just wanted to get the fuck out of there and hide in your room. While Copia was reading and explaining some of the rules to follow in the abbey your eyes got caught one of the ghouls. Your ghoul. The way his black button-up's arms wrapped around his biceps, his calves in his skinny jeans made your mouth water.

"And what if we dont follow the rules? You gonna kill us?" said a new-comer with a grin in their face.

"Maybe Sister Pluvia wants to explain. Hm?" Copia turned to you with boredom on his face, rolling his mismatched eyes.

"Thank you Papa." You walked in to pulpit. Gave a little "I'm gonna fuck up your lives" smile and sighed.

"If you don't follow the rules around here, no no, nobody is gonna get killed. In that situation I'll be giving you chores, after doing the chores you gonna wish you were dead. My friendly advice to you, and I say it with my whole heart, follow the rules."

"Sure honey." New sibling of sin relaxed on their seat like you were joking. That pissed you off. Your knuckles that where holding the pulpit turned white. Your tongue rolled over your red painted lips.

"Dewdrop, take them. They're your personal assistant now." Dew's tail wiggled a little with excitment.

"You can go to your dens now. Welcome and enjoy."

You left the chapel while ghouls and Copia followed you. You walked into your office- chamber with fast steps, kicked your heels off and sat on your leather couch. Sun was coming down, leaving little traces on your walls, covered with book shelfs between drapes. Shining on the glass pieces it hit. Your hands reached over to cristal whiskey bottle sitting on your coffe table. Pouring yourself one while thinking about the day with the new-comers. You cursed Sister Imperator for putting you to this position. It was basicly baby-sitting. You hated telling everyone what to do and what not. But you tried to do your best to keep everyone in line. Even Papa Emeritus IV and his ghouls.

Sometimes it was more hard handling them than newbies. Keeping an eye on Dew so he doesn’t set anything on fire. And Mountain so he doesn’t eats anything un-edible. Telling Rain to take his lazy ass to the practice room for practicing rituals. Keeping Swiss away from new sibling so he doesn’t charm them into his bed. Keeping Aether on ground, not jumping on abbey’s old floors. And getting Copia to do his job as The Papa. It was all on your shoulders with other abbey- Siblings of Sin jobs.

Exhaustion washed over your body. Your head falled back while you sipped the whiskey. Then there was a knock on your door. You exactly know who it was.

"Come in." His big body entered the room with hesitation. Checked the room for another one. When he realized you were alone he relaxed. Took his mask off.

"Hi baby." you murmured while offering him some whiskey. He grabbed the glass, leaning over you and giving you a soft kiss.

"You were a little harsh on that new-comer, don't you think?" You bit your lips with frustration.

"No, Aether. I wasn't. If I let it slide this time they will never respect me or take me serious. Ever. I can't let that happen. It's my job to keep them in line. Keep you in line."

He burried his face to your neck, breathing slowly there to calm you. He wrapped his tail around your arm.

"Sorry. I know it's hard on you too but really? Dew?"

You let out a chuckle. Pulling you to his lap, your side restes on his chest as you sit sideways.

"Maybe it was harsh. It could've been Swiss. Less chaotic."

“He would fuck them.”



He placed a little kiss on your neck. Your hands running over his back wanting more from him. He peppered more kisses down to your cleavage. He changes positions. Now your clothed back vas on couch. Pulling you under him. His smell was filling your nose while he was hovering over you. His hands on your side, you between his legs. You raised your body in need for his lips. Capturing his lips with yours, your tongue running over his lips waiting for an opening to his mouth. His hand resting on your waist run over to your ass squeezing tightly. A moan escaped your lips.

“That dress, that skin tight dress was teasing me all day. How good your ass looks in that while you’re running your little errands in the abbey. The look you give every time you catch me staring at your ass. While giving the welcome talk, you were something else. I like the bossy side of you. Not gonna lie, but I like more how you become a submissive little bitch under me.” His lips touching yours with every word he says.

“A-aet” your moan was short with his lips on yours. Your arms snaking over his big torso to pull him closer to you. His hands grabbed the zipper of the dress and undressed you in seconds, now giving your breast harsh kisses knowing it will bruise.

Aether was a lot different when he was horny. It was like he was somebody else. None of that soft teddy bear side of him was showing. His eyes turns to a deeper tone of purple. Skin turning almost blue like a corpse but hot like fire of the holy Hells was burning inside of his body. Fangs more sharp and he was not ashamed to use them. Claws scratching your body carelessly. You were used to waking up in bruises and scratches on your body. Whole abbey was used to it. His lips peppering kisses on your boobs, down to your navel, leaving wet traces behind.

He wanted to kiss every inch of your body. To mark you on every visible place so everyone knew you belong to him. Never letting anyone to touch you again. He was possessive over you in moments like this.

His lips was now close to your core, giving your inner thighs sloppy open mouthed kisses. Your red painted nails grabbing his locks and pushing him to your core.

“No. Not yet Amor. It’ my time to tease.” His eyes glowing purple and burning your skin. He left a trail of sloppy kisses to your lower belly. Never breaking the eye contact. His breath hit your core over the red mesh thong. It made you more wet.

“Aether, baby please.” You could only mumble under your breath. He got up, leaving you behind like the wet mess you’re.

“No, Y/N. That ain’t the nickname I wanna hear. Try again.” He left you on the couch, got up. He poured himself another glass of whiskey, unbuttoned his black button-ups, throw the fabric to the other side of the room. His hands was hanging from his belt buckle, daring words making you ache under his purple gaze.

You liked how his belly piercing was shining under the light that was escaping from the small slit between the drapes.

“Daddy, please, fuck me.” Your hands trailed his jeans. Slowly walking to his bulge under fabrics.

“If you want, baby. Daddy is gonna give you what you want.” He sat between your legs, his face close to your clothed core. His nose brushing against your core makes you whimper under his touch. He pulled your thong to side as his other hand grabbed your thigh.

“I love your pussy.” Hot breath tickling your folds. “Always s’wet for me, yeah?” He parted your folds with his knuckles. Flat tongue licked your arrousal from your core. Your back arched with his move.

“Taste so sweet baby, always so good. Like you’re my drug. I'm never letting anyone taste you, yeah?"

"No, daddy. No one except you."

His lips covered your clit that was already wet from your arrousal. Pulling your sensitive nub with his lips. His two fingers teased your entrance while he was ruining you with his mouth.

"P-please."

His middle finger finds his way in to your wet cunt. Your walls clenching around him in need to feel full. Leaviny our insides and pushing back in immediately, reaching your deepest spots. Your taste made him moan to your core. Sending vibrations to your whole body. He added the second finger in, streching you sweetly. He curled his fingers inside. Touching your sweet spot. Your hands found his horns and push him between your legs as your thighs closed around his head.

"A-aether, please." He ripped himself from your heat, forcing himself to keep away his lips from your taste. Fingers still inside you as you tried to form a sentence, squirming with the feeling.

"What, baby? Use your words."

"Aeth, I need you. I need you inside me. I need your cock. Please."

"Attagirl."

He unbuckeled his belt in a heartbeat. Ripped his jeans away from his body along with his boxers. You adored his body. You loved his body. His muscles peaks under his squishy soft body. His thick thighs that made you wanted to settle between and spend rest of you mortal life. His calves, his muscular calves, his arms tensed under the feeling, board shoulders, his long stence. You just wanted to live under his skin, as close to him as possible.

“You’re gorgeous.” You said under your breath, blush covering your face as the words escaped your lips.

“Look at you, blushing under me like I just didn’t eat you out.” He placed a kiss on your lips. You could taste yourself on them. Hands cupped his cheeks as he found his place between your legs. His painfully hard cock teasing your clit as he kept his lips on yours. His precum mixing with your juices between your legs. You grind yourself agains him to feel him more. His hand grabbed the base of his cock teasing you as he spread mixed liquids to his shaft.

“You don’t even need anything, do you? You just want me to slid right in you filthy whore. You just can’t resist me.” You could just nod, couldn’t reach your words. Already cock-dumb from his acts. His tip forced your entrance. You pushed your hips to his as you wanted more of him. He slowly pushed himself in you. No matter how many times you did this, no matter how much he streched you before it always felt like it wasn’t gonna fit. He bottomed inside you as the burning feeling tickled your walls. Stinging pain turned to a hot devouring one as he waited for you to adjust the feeling. He peppered kisses to your neck and shoulder in a calming manner.

“Aether, move, please.” Those were the only words you could find as your brain turned into jelly.

He started to move in and out of you while  he mouthed your hardened nipple. Only thing that was coming out of your mouth was loud moans. Sound of the wet skins slapping his grunts as he got faster echoed in your chamber. He was mumbling praises to your ear but you couldn’ put your brain tpgether to understand it. His hand on your waist find your clit and started to rub it. It was too much for you to handle.

Your climax grow inside of you as he fastened his pace. His cock hit deep inside of you.

“I c-can’t, p-please.”

“You can take it, Amor.” Your legs wrapped aroun his torso was shaking around him with the feeling. He nipped at your neck as his sharp nails dig into your arm. Fangs breaking your skin, red liquid painting his lips.

His thrusts got sloppy as your walls squeezed his length.

“Cum on me, Mel. Cum around my cock. Help me burry my seeds deep in you. Let me put a little ghoul in you. You would look so good with my baby inside you. Oh fuck, Satanas. I want you to have my baby.” Your high hit you as his words filled your ear. With his shaky breath and his dirty words You couldn’t maintain yourself. Your walls clenched around him. Legs hugged his torso thighter which made him moan loud. You pulled him into a kiss to silence your loud moan. Your head got dizzy with his tongue in your mouth. His unique smell filled your nose. You grabbed his horns to hold him in place as he shot his ropes inside you. Ropes and ropes of thick cum filled your insides, burried so deep.

“You’re so good for me, Mel. S’good.” His body weight curshed you under him as your hands brushed against his back.

“I love you, you know that right?”

“I know, Aeth. I love you too.” He placed a soft kiss on your neck, light as a feather.

“Let’s get you cleaned up.”

****

“Babe, we’re out of coffee I’m going to get some from ghoul common room.” You said while putting his oversized hoodie on yourself. He walked out of the bedroom to your office. Only thing on him was a black towel wrapped around his waist loosely. Your insides tingled with the sight.

“You look so beautiful in my clothes, Cara. I can just bend you over this coffee counter and fuck you for hours.” He trapped you between his big body and counter. Lips brushing your ear in a ticklish way. Your breathes got faster as his bare chest pressed into yours more. You could feel his half hard lenght between your legs.

“I would love that, Aeth. But I have to work.” You pressed a hot kiss on his chin. You caressed his arm as you hold his hand on your way to the door.

“I’m gonna get coffee now” you opened the door but didn’t walk out. You steal a small kiss from his lips. “when I get back” you took a step to the hallway. His lips followed you to the hallway. Dragging his naked body out of the room. “you can do whatever you want to do to me daddy.” He opened his eyes lazily. Then he took a step back.

“Fuck.” He slammed the door to your face as you stand there in shock. You turned back to see what scared him. A sister of sin was standing behind you.

“Fuck,” you mumbled under your breath.

“I’m sorry, Sister Pluvia. I didn’t mean to disturb you. I’m so sorry. I’ll go now.” You squeezed the bridge of your nose. You switched to your Professional voice in a heartbeat.

“You wanted to talk to me Sister, uhm?”

“Mary, it’s Mary.” You chuckled to the name. Ironic.

“Walk with me, Sister Mary. How can I help you?” You felt so ridiculous, walking in your boyfriends clothes that was clearly too big for you. Wearing the rat slippers that Copia got for your birthday. Your hair wet from the long shower you took together, holding an empty coffee mug, with the sister caught you and your boyfriend dirty talking.

“I’m so sorry that I disturbed you in an un-appropriet time. In middle of the night. But I’m worried about my friend. They didn’t come to dinner and they didn’t come to the dens as well.”

“Your fri- oh the one from earlier. I’m sure they're okay, honey. No need to worry. Nothing bad is gonna happen to them. But I’m going to visit Ghouls now. I’m gonna check on them too, if it’s gonna ease your worry.” She released a long breath. Following you to the ghouls’ chambers.

“I would be so happy. Thank you Sister.” You took a left turn to the cold and black hallway. Her steps slowed down when she realized where she was.

“They’re not gonna eat you Sister. But you can wait here if you want.” She gave you a little nod while you knock on the door and enter the common room.

“Hi Sunny.” She raised her head from the book she was reading. Gave you a friendly smile when she realized it was you.

“Hi baby. Everything all right?” You smiled back to her.

“Yeah no worries. I came to borrow some coffee. Aether drank all of it.” You raised the mug you’re holding.

“It’s fresh. I just brewed it.”

“Oh marry me, baby. I love you.” You placed a soft kiss on her forehead before you walked to get your coffee.

“Don’t let Aether hear. But I will.”

Ghouls’ common room was a round room. One side of it was floor lenght windows with black drapes around them. There was a library for ghouls. On one side there was a coffee counter and a snack bar, next to the tv and gaming console, and then the doors opening to ghouls’ rooms. Dewdrop’s door opened when he heard your voice. With the first step he took out, he started laughing his ass off.

“What?” You turned your face to him when he fell on the ground.

"What?" You repeated yourself in worry.

"You, you look ridiculous. What are those?" He said trying to calm himself. "You look like babies who wears their clothes." You scrunched your face as he got up from the floor and sit on Sunshine's lap.

"Haha" you released a fake laugh as he wiped tears from his eyes.

"Or- or like you washed your clothes accidentally too cold." You were genuinely confused this time, Sunny's eyes find yours as she shared the same feelings with you.

"Dew, what?"

"Like when you wash them too hot they shrink, when it's too cold they get big."

His stupidity didn't even made you laugh. You were worried about him. You didn't even knew if he was able to walk across the road without help at this point.

"Yeah, Dewy. That's right. They do." You petted his shoulder while you walked to the door.

"Hey, Dewy, where is that newbie now?"

"They're cleaning my room. And then they're gonna clean and polish my guitar next."

You gave him a little nod as you walked out. Dewdrop made that poor newbie do his chores and Lucifer knows what else. Sister Mary raised her head as you took steps to her side.

"They're okay. Little busy. But okay. Go to your bed now Sister." She thanked you in a small manner as she found the stairs to the dens.

"And Sister Mary" you catched her attention from behind. "This whole night stays between us. Good night."

 You slammed the door behind you to catch Aether’s attention.

“Satanas, I wanna go to sleep.” You murmured. Dropping your body to the office chair.

“Mia cara, let’s sleep.” He hugged you from behind. Placing a sloppy kiss on his arm you talked.

“I can’t. I have things to do. Band’s ritual lists, bills, I can’t baby.”  He spin you to face him.

“Let me help you relax.” He kissed your lips slowly. As his hand walked through your body.

“You don’t have to do anything. Just sit there prettily and let me do all the work.”

He held you by the waist and raised you to his height. Your legs wrapping around his waist.

“You look s’good with my clothes, my smell wrapping you. You gonna be my death baby. Your pretty little body is gonna kill me.” His hands run inside your sweatpants and squeezed your ass. Kneeding your flesh harshly as his sharpened claws scratched your skin. Small red fluids beaded over the scratch.

The sweats you’re wearing slid through your legs taking your lace panties with them. He lowered his underwear as he sit to the chair. His thick cock hitting your already wet core. Flipping you over so you’re facing your desk filled with folders.

A moan escaped your lips as his precum covered tip brushed over your sensitive nub.

“Aeth,”

“Just focus on your job baby. I got you.” He left small kisses on your  exposed neck.  His tip sliding between your folds as he started pushing his lenght inside your wet hole.

“Takin’ me so well baby. Like you’re made for me. Just like that." Words left his lips between his lewd moans. Without the proper preparation his thickness burned your hole as he kept pushing himself between your walls. That slight burn in your core made you even wetter for him. His hand found one of your nipple and started toying sensitive skin between his fingers.

"You're surprising calm today, baby." You finally found your words as he was deep inside you, his tip pushing your cervix.

"I go harsh on you 'cause I know you enjoy it as much as I do, but now you need me to be a good boy. So I'll be a good boy. I'm just gonna sit here, burried deep inside you and let you do what you do."

His hand left your nipple alone as he grabbed his phone from your desk. His tail wrapping around your leg, his cock twitching inside you as your walls clench around him occasionally.

Maybe hours passed as you sit on his cock, maybe minutes. You couldn't tell. His thick shaft inside you was driving you crazy. The full feeling, his throbes inside your walls, his tip hitting different spots when he laughs something he saw on his phone. You just couldn't take it anymore. Pen dropped from your hand.

You circled your hips for more friction. Shock got him as you moved up and down on his cock.

"B-baby?"

"I swear to Lucifer, if you don't bend me over to that fucking table and fuck the living shit out of me I'm gonna go crazy. I-I can't take it anymore."

"As you wish Mia cara." He grabbed your waist as he kicked the chair under him and stand up. Slammin your chest to the desk. His strong fingers found its way to your hair, grabbing it harshly. Sending shivers down your body. His chest pressed against your back. Lips touching that thin skin under your ear, he whispered.

"Quidquid domina mea vult a me."

He straightens his back, parts your leg with his foot, gray sweatpants still bundled up on your ankles. His hips slamming against yours when he starts giving what you wanted. Your hair in his hand was sending electric waves down on your body.

"Is this what you wanted, babygirl?" His chest, now back to your back. His lewd groans filling your ears as much as your own loud moans.

"Is your ghoul's dick making you feel that good?" His long finger wrapped around your throat as he kept talking dirty to your ear.

With the pressure on your throat and your hair your eyes started to water. Pleasure washing over your body with the burn in your lungs.

"OH, baby. You get so cock-dumb on my cock every time I fuck you, I forgot how smart my little dove is. You can't even say my name. Look at you."

His hand leaves your throat and finds its way to your clit. Starts rubbing loosely on the sensitive bud. Your mind goes blank as his hand's pace matches his hips. Your climax grows in you with everything he does. A throbe of his cock, a circle that his hands makes feels too much.

"Aether, I can't. T-to much." Your abdomen starts to feel so tight, it hurts. Your walls clenching around his cock as his thrust gets slow but deeper.

"I know you can, babygirl. Cum for this poor ghoul. I need it. I need you to cum on my cock."

His words does it for you. Whole world goes black for a good minute as your orgasm hits you hard. Your mind emptier than before. He doesn't slow down, his thrusts keep going in a search for his own relief. Your legs shake as your whole body feels overwhelmed. Not after three thrusts he shoots thick ropes of white liquid all over your insides. Fills you up with the warmth.

His chest falls over your back once again, he doesn't pull out yet. Breathing heavily and crushing you with his weight.

"Attagirl. I knew you could do it. You always make me feel good after all." He peppered kisses all over your face and neck.

"Let's go to bed."

He grabs your waist and walks to your bedroom with long steps.

"Aether," you say as he puts you on your bed and reaches for a washcloth to clean you up.

"Mark me. Make me yours."

[missquinnsworld]

Katie and Brandon #1

Katie and Brandon had been together for 2 years now. Today was going to be a big day for them, Brandon was moving in to the house Katie rented along with her 2 roommates Sarah and Amanda. The other girls have really loved how Brandon had gotten Katie to come out of her shell a little. Katie was in high level banking and used to spend all her time with work. She was still very focused on work but at least with Brandon around she was getting out a little.

"Ok that's the last of my boxes Babe" Brandon said to Katie as they emptied out the moving truck. Brandon really didn't have much of his own stuff, he had been living in a frat house until now and he's finishing up his schooling. He just had his 25th birthday a few months back and felt like he was ready to be a "Real Man" now as he would say. Katie was 32 and come from a family that was well off, because of this and her current job she's able to cover the rent on the house they all live in and just has her two friends as roommates for fun.

"Ok sweetie, how about you and the boys take the truck back to U-Haul and I'll start putting your things away." we can all do dinner when your back, Katie offered. Brandon agreed and with a quick kiss walked back out of the room "Ok guys, stop flirting with the chicks and let's roll" he yelled as he went down the haul to the stairs. Laughter broke out downstairs and the guys all left the house.

Katie opened the first box and started to pull everything out so she can get them put away. The first 2 boxes were clothes so she was making room in the closet and dresser for his things. "Knock knock" Amanda calls as she walks in the master sweet. "Hi Honey, do you need any help?" she added as she walks over and sits on the edge of the bed. Katie smiled at her "Well if you want to help sort some boxes for me that would be great" Katie asked.

Katie was looking at all of Brandons clothes as she was hanging them up. All of his shirts were old tshirts with "vintage" shows, games or movies on them and then a small scattering of Fart shirts. She shook her head as she hung one after the other. Amanda, who was only 27 right now and actually was still part of a sorority on campus just laughed at each shirt as Katie hung them up.

Amanda dumped the next box over to start going through everything. Right on top of the pile was two boxes of condoms and a bottle of lube. Amanda laughed again and pointed at them "Hey Katie which side of the bed is Brandons?" she asked. Katie oblivious to what was going on "Um I think he will be on the left, why?" she asked with out even looking. "I was just wondering which nightstand to put all these condoms and lube In" Amanda chuckled. Katies head whipped around and she blushed, grabbing them off the top of the pile and shoving them in the nightstand. "No need to blush Kate, we all know you two have sex" Amanda added.

The two start to get back to putting things away, and just as Katie went back in the walk in closet Amanda yelled out "Hey, do you want the handcuffs on your side of the the bed or his?" "WHAT?!?!?" Katie yells as she jumps from the closet. "Kidding, Kidding..." Amanda says as she falls over laughing. "Oh your such a bitch sometimes" Katie replied with a laugh as she goes back to work.

As the two finish getting all the small stuff put away Katie opens a box up that has Brandon's PS5, games and his computer stuff. She had ordered a desk for Brandon that matches the desk she already had for her home office. Katies bedroom was a master sweet, so it was a rather large room with a smaller room attached to it that was only separated by some glass french doors. She had the doors closed when they were moving everything in so that Brandon wouldn't see the desk before she could surprise him. She went in to the home office and made quick work of getting all his electronics set up and ready. Katie was good with that sort of thing.

Katie stepped back and looked around the large bedroom admiring all the work she had put in. Brandon's things were all put away, he had his own space for his stuff, his desk was ready so he could game. all was right. All that was left now was for Brandon to set up his knick knacks as he saw fit. She was very pleased with herself and just in time too as she heard the boys pull up out front.

Brandon and his 2 friends John and Tommy came walking back in the house and Katie and Amanda made there way down stairs. Sarah was sitting on the couch downstairs talking to her boyfriend. The group was all talking for a little bit and decided that they were going to go out for dinner. Katie and Brandon were going to pay for everyone as a thank you for helping today, Well Katie was going to since Brandon although he had a job he wasn't making much. It was just a small thing he could work while still doing school. Amandas girl friend Kim was going to join them as well, while they were waiting for her to get to they got cleaned up. Katie took Brandon upstairs and showed him everything put away and the two jumped in the shower. Brandon jumped in first and Katie followed behind him a min later. As she past through the bathroom she picked his dirty clothes up off the floor and dropped them in the laundry basket a few feet away.

The next morning Brandon woke up and went downstairs in his pajama shorts he slept in to get a cup of coffee while Katie was still asleep, She was off today as it was the weekend. He rounded the corner in to the kitchen and say Kim, Amandas girl friend standing there in just a pair of white lace panties. she turned and say Brandon walk in and just smiled and said good morning. She grabbed two cups of coffee herself and walked by him to head back to Amandas room. She gave Brandon a kiss on the check as she walked by. Brandon was a little shocked by walking in on her like that but this wasn't the first time they had meet. Brandon made his coffee and went and sat on the sofa in the living room to watch some TV for a while.

Brandon relaxes in to the seat and turns on the TV to find something to put on. As his scrolling around he sees the transformers cartoon show and turns that on. He sat back drinking his coffee for a while until Katie woke up and came out of the room. She leaned over the back of the sofa and gave him a kiss, "Good morning babe, are you ok" she asks.

Brandon, focused on the TV just noods his head. "I'm going to go start some breakfast ok" she says as she walks in to the kitchen. As Katie comes around the corner and enters the kitchen she sees Sarah already starting to prep something. "Good morning hun" Katie says as she walks over and gives Sarah a kiss on the check. "Whatcha making?" Katie asks. "French toast for everyone. How many pieces do you and Brandon want?" Sarah asks. "oh, umm well I'll take 3 but Brandon doesn't really like it much so I'll just make him a bowl of cereal. it will be fine. He's relaxing watching TV so he's happy." Katie replied as she starts to get down a bowl. "Ya I noticed" Sarah says with a laugh. "I walked by him on the way in and said good morning but I don't even think he heard me because he was so locked in on his cartoons."

"oh I'm sorry, I'm sure he didn't mean to ignore you" Katie apologized as she finished up his cereal bowl. she turned to take it out to him and Sarah looked over. " It's fine, I know it wasn't anything" she said with a laugh. She looked at the bowl of brightly colored cereal that Katie had in her hands "Better hurry up and get the little one feed though" she added with a smirk. Katie laughed and and started to walk out to him " Someone has to look after him" she called back to Sarah as she walked out.

All the girls sat down at the dinning room table and had breakfast and made small talk like they did most weekends before everyone had to start there day. Brandon stayed in the living room and ate his cereal watching his show. Katie has some errands to run later today, Amanda had a school paper she needed to work on at the library, a meeting for her sorority and then a babysitter gig lined up this evening, Kim was in the nursing program and had to put in some time at the hospital today and lastly, Sarah was going to spend they day with her boy friend Kevin. All the girls got everything cleaned up and Katie even grabbed the bowl from Brandon and cleaned it and the coffee cup up too.

Everyone went back to get ready for there day, Katie peeked out at Brandon "Babe, I'm going to go get ready. I have a few things to do today and Im having lunch later with your sister" she calls to him. Brandon rolled his eyes at the last part. He loves his family but still she's his sister and has always has a special way of getting under his skin when she wanted to. "would you be upset if I stayed here today, I have to hop on later for a clan battle?" He asked with a little bit of a wine. "ya, that's fine. it will make it easier anyway" she says as she runs back to get in the shower.

Katie runs back to the room and jumps in the shower and starts to get herself all ready for the day. She put on a sun dress and does her hair and make up, once she was already to go she walks back out to the living room and sees Brandon still sitting on the sofa, still watching cartoons and his bowl still sitting next to him. He had finished his cereal but never cleaned up. Katie picks up the bowl and takes it to the kitchen with out a word and cleans it up. she grabs a drink and takes it out to Brandon giving it to him with a kiss. "I'll be back later, text me if you need anything. I l love you" she says as she comes around for a hug. "Ok...Ok. I'll see you then...ya love you" Brandon replied as he's tilting his body side to side trying to see the TV around Katie's body. She gave him another kiss and left.

[malsfefanfics]

Hubert and Rosamund B-Support

Summary: Hubert goes looking for Rosamund, and despite finding her reading a book, cannot seem to get on the same page.

Written in Script format under the cut.

Rosamund: [OUT OF CAMP, SITTING ATOP A TREE, READING A BOOK ON ALMYRA] So that's how they maintain trade…interesting…

Hubert: [STOMPING OVER] There you are! I've been searching everywhere for you.

Rosamund: [ROLLS HER EYES] I said I was going out for a bit, didn't I?

Hubert: You told the Gatekeeper, whose job is to watch the gate. You did not, in fact, inform your commanding officers. Which is standard protocol.

Rosamund: Last I checked, you and her Majesty made me a commanding officer.

Hubert: In charge of training the new recruits. With the intent of getting you some more experience to eventually have you lead soldiers into battle. Not for you to play around with and bully into submission like a common dog.

Rosamund: [SNAPS HER BOOK SHUT] A newborn pup has more sense than half those soldiers you recently recruited. I should know. I raised nearly one-hundred from infancy. It is clear to me that most of them have never gone a day in their life without struggling. They've never had to take a life. They've never had to fought for their own survival.

Hubert: And might I remind you that neither have you had to do any of the sort. Not until recently, at least.

Rosamund: [JUMPS DOWN FROM THE TREE, WALKING PAST HIM] Ah, yes. Being on my own having to look after our baby brother in the wild from the Kingdom border to Garreg Mach to this southern camp while you see genuine combat, all over a period of five years, is 'recently'.

Hubert: [FOLLOWING AFTER HER] And prior to that, you never left the manor.

Rosamund: Correction. I never left the damn forest. I left the house almost daily to do hunting and sometimes even camping overnight. I made it a point to hone those skills in case something should happen. I am not some brat like those ingrates you have me training.

Hubert: Those 'ingrates' are meant to eventually become a fighting force.

Rosamund: Which I will ensure happens as efficiently as possible. Now quit following me. It's supposed to be my day off, isn't it?

Hubert: As a matter of fact, it isn't. Which is why we have been searching for you. You were supposed to be helping prepare for an expedition. We needed you to help supply meat to be cured.

Rosamund: Really? I didn't realize. I'm so sorry.

Hubert: You certainly don't sound like you're sorry. [PUTS A HAND ON HER SHOULDER] Rosamu-

Rosamund: [ELBOWS HIM IN THE GUT. HARD.]

Hubert: [COUGHING, DOUBLED OVER] What on earth-

Rosamund: Shit. Dammit. Hubert, I'm sorry. I'm actually really sorry, I didn't mean-

Hubert: It's…it's fine. I'll be fine. Just….heh. You've….gotten stronger. I certainly did not expect that.

Rosamund: You're….not angry with me.

Hubert: [SLOWLY REGAINING COMPOSURE] Why would I be? I was the one to grab you from behind. I should know better than to do that with a lady.

Rosamund: ……

Hubert: What is with that look on your face? You seem perturbed at me. Did I say something wrong?

Rosamund: ….I just…. You know what? Forget it. [KEEPS WALKING] Come on. We better get back to camp….

Hubert: Rosamund, wait a moment.

Rosamund: …..

Hubert: Petal, will you just-

Rosamund: [STOPS FOR A MOMENT] DON'T CALL ME THAT!

Hubert: [LOOK OF SHOCK] ....

Rosamund: Look…let's just go back. I'm sure Her Majesty is in need of your assistance. [RUNS AHEAD]

Hubert: [WATCHING HER CAREFULLY] Hmh…

[misteria247]

A little bit of a vent on my health issue as well as the cause of it. Please feel free to ignore this I just need to talk for a moment given the day today and try to wrap my head around this-

So awhile back I started dealing with a reoccurring health problem that I've been dealing with since I was 12 years old. This health issue is not life threatening but it's been stressful and painful to deal with. This health issue is known as a pilonidal cyst. It's a cyst that develops at the tailbone/lower spinal area. It's rather embarrassing and incredibly gross but at the same time it's just how my life works so anyways-

Because of this health issue I'd had to get surgery twice within my lifetime to try and keep it from coming back. Once when I was 12, and once when I was in my high school years. And for awhile it stayed away until a few years ago it'd came back for a third time. And for awhile I've dealt with it, taking antibiotics and calling off from work to rest and not push myself when it gets bad. Why am I talking about this you ask?

Well at the beginning of this week, that same health issue came up, and basically the entire rest of the week I've been either struggling to walk, have been having trouble sitting on my butt in certain positions and have had major back pain because of it. When Tuesday/Wednesday rolled around it busted and I believed that I'd get better since it was starting to drain.

I was wrong.

As soon as it busted, I've been incredibly ill. I've been getting headaches, fevers, and horrendous bouts of nausea. So much so that I've had to call off every day of work and I had to call my doctor to get antibiotics which is the usual drill when this happens. However this time it was different, my doctor had personally asked me if I could come into the office in person asap. Which leads to today.

I go to the doctor and get checked out and long story short I get basically told this.

My scar tissue is having a newer, slightly bigger cyst developing underneath. So much so that he strongly recommends that I get the surgery. He also wants me off from work for the rest of this week as well as next week, well after Thanksgiving to try and heal from the infection of said cyst as well as have the antibiotics do their job and get an appointment set up to meet with the surgeon they've referred me to.

I've went to this surgeon before for an earlier referral, however I'd refused to do the surgery because at the time my cyst wasn't exactly needing that kind of medical care. It was manageable. That and unlike the other two surgeons I'd went to in the past, this one was actually honest with me and told me that even if I'd gotten this surgery, it wasn't a complete guarantee that I'd be rid of this horrible thing. That sometime down the line in my lifetime it could actually come back and we'd have to do surgery again. So back in August I'd told them that I wouldn't do it because in my mind, it just seemed like an absolute waste of time especially given that I could very well end up in the same position once again later within my life. That and I was just so tired of it, it'd be the third time I'd be doing this insanity.

But now it's unavoidable. Because it's getting a new cyst beneath the scar tissue and it's gotten bigger and it's gotten to a point where it's quite literally fucking with my life and way of living. Am I upset about this development?

Absolutely.

In fact I'm currently trying not to break down, just feeling completely numb to the situation. I want to scream, I want to curse, I want to break something, but I also just want to curl up into a ball underneath my blankets and just stay there till this nightmare is over and done with.

I hate it, I hate it so much. That this stupid cyst has been haunting me since sixth grade, that I can't ever seem to be free from it and that I'll always have reminders of it. Whether it's in physical form or in scars on my tailbone and lower back. I just want a fucking break from all the bullshit of this year, from all the health issues that seem to never end. I don't want to be sick anymore, or be in pain constantly anymore.

I just want to be normal and not deal with this anymore.

I have no idea how I'm even going to make this work, how I'm going to earn money while I recover from this surgery whenever I finally get it. I've got bills to pay and mouths to help feed, pets to take care of and not to mention the holidays and whatnot. The only good thing is that I've got my family supporting me during all this, as well as an incredible boss who's been the most understanding and patient woman I've ever had the pleasure to work for.

I don't know what the future will bring, and honest to God I'm worried as well as frustrated with everything but hopefully things will work out in the end. Also I know that it's selfish of me to ask y'all this, but please pray for me, cuz I'm gonna need all the help I can get with this entire situation.

[flychansan]

Last year I tried co-writing a fic with KoboldAI, but it was a bit of a hassle so I gave up after the first one. 😅 It felt more like I was fighting against the AI instead of a collab. Then I forgot all about it until @seoulsborne123 posted this.

I'll let the result speak for itself.

My input is in bold.

Naru is being weird

>Mai tries not to fall asleep at her desk in the office in case Naru would come out and ask for tea. Naru had not come out of his room for three hours. She had been waiting, thinking he might want some company, but she didn't dare go into his room.

She is still here, sitting on a chair in the corner of the room, staring at the wall, when she hears someone knock on the door.

"Come in," she says.

Naru opens the door without saying anything.

> Mai frowned. He wouldn't knock on his own door. She wondered if Naru, her boss, was okay. His eyes were a bit glazed over.

Naru's face twists in surprise as he sees her standing there. "Oh... I'm sorry. I thought you were someone else."

He walks past her, heading towards the kitchenette. He stops suddenly and looks back at her. "I don't suppose you'd like some tea?"

Mai shakes her head. She doesn't really know what to say.

> What happened to Naru? What made him behave in this manner? It was HER job to serve tea, not his! And what's with mistaking for someone else? But what shocked her the most is that he actually said sorry.

Naru returns from the kitchenette holding two cups of tea. He places one cup on a small table next to the sofa and sits down.

"It's just that... well..."

He takes a sip of his tea and then continues, "... I've been feeling tired lately. My physical condition isn't good, and I haven't been getting enough sleep..."

> Mai blinks. It doesn't sound like he was messing around with her. She watches Naru drink his tea again and says: "So you're tired to the point of knocking on your own office door. Are you still reading academic journals? Writing a thesis? You need a break too sometimes, Naru."

Naru nods slowly. "Yes. I guess so."

He seems embarrassed by the subject matter of his research, but Mai doesn't care about it. She just wants to make sure that he's doing alright.

"You should get some rest," she says.

Naru smiles wanly. "Thanks for offering, but I'll be fine.

> Mai felt her cheeks flush. That's just strange. It almost seems as if he was possessed by someone. Naru turn his head to stare at the window, then gets up and presses his eyelids shut.  He opens his eyes again and blinks. 

"Why am I..." Naru looks at Mai again. The cold expression has returned. "Mai, what just happened? I was in my room. How did I get here?"

Mai's eyes widen. "Did something happen to you?"

Naru puts his hands on the sides of his head and rubs them. "No. No, nothing happened. I guess I just got carried away."

Mai frowns. "What do you mean?"

Naru stares at her blankly. "Nothing. It's nothing.

> "Oh come on!" Mai got up from her chair. "You knocked on your own door, offered to make tea for both us and... your personality has changed!"

Naru scowls. "That's not true."

Mai sighs. "Okay. If that's how you feel, then fine. But I think you're going through a rough time right now. So stop being so stubborn and come back to your senses. We're all worried about you."

Naru turns to look at her. "Worried about me?"

> "Yeah, even Lin said you were behaving oddly when I came in at noon."

Naru gives her a tight smile. "Lin is always full of useless advice. He thinks he knows everything."

Mai rolls her eyes. "Fine. Whatever you say."

Naru sighs. "Perhaps I have been neglecting my health. I can't deny that. But that doesn't mean I'm losing my mind."

Mai gulps.

> "I'm pretty sure you are losing your mind in some way. Shall I call Lin?"

"No!" Naru shouts. "Don't call him. Don't drag him into this."

Mai frowns. "But Naru, he's your legal guardian. And he cares about you."

Naru waves her off. "As if that matters anymore. As if anyone cares about me anymore."

Mai raises an eyebrow.

Naru stands up abruptly.

> You're not going anywhere, Mai thought. She ran over to Lin's office and knocked on his door. The tall Chinese man came out and asked what was wrong. She said, "Naru has officially lost it. He's talking nonsense and I don't know what to say to him. Please do something about it!"

Lin sighed. "Alright. I'll see what I can do."

He walked over to Naru, grabbed his shoulders and gave him a good shake.

"Lin! Stop it. I'm fine!"

> "You behaved strangely since this morning," Lin said. "I also overheard your conversation with Mai. I agree with her. Sit back down on the sofa and drink your tea."

Naru looked at him in confusion. "What's going on? Why are you treating me like this? I'm perfectly fine!"

Lin shook his head. "If you want to stay here, you'll listen to me. Now sit down."

Naru rolled his eyes and sat down.

Lin turned to Mai.

> "I believe Gene has possessed Naru," he said. Mai gasps. Naru is possessed by his dead twin brother? Why would Gene posses his brother? Lin continued to speak, "Gene is quite bad at impersonating Naru... That's why I know."

The more he spoke, the more Mai understood.

She knew that Gene had been trying to contact her.

She knew that Naru was acting strangely because of his possession.

And she knew that Naru's words were hollow.

Gene was controlling his body.

She knew that Naru wasn't himself anymore.

> "That's right," Naru's voice said. "I'm Gene. How have you been, Mai, Lin? I'm sorry for possessing Naru, by the way."

Mai stared at Naru in shock.

Naru smiled. "It's okay. I'm glad to see you."

Lin frowned. "I'm afraid you might have taken things a bit too far."

> "Well, I'll leave soon then," Gene said. "It's not fun pretending to be the Chief of Shibuya Psych Research."

"Wait!" Mai cried. "What are you saying? You've possessed Naru?!"

Naru glared at her. "Yes. I'm Gene. And I'm leaving now."

Gene closed his eyes, then opened them again.

"Ah... Mai, Lin."

Mai leaned in closely and asked, "Is it really you, Naru?"

"Are you back, Naru?" Lin said.

"Yes," Naru sighs. "Gene, that idiot."

> Mai let out a breath of relief. It seems like Naru was back to being himself.

"But I'm still not convinced that you're yourself," Lin said.

Naru nodded. "I understand. I'll try to prevent something like this happening next time."

"Next time?" Lin said. "There won't be a next time."

Both Mai and Naru look surprised.

> "Excuse me?" Mai said. "Why did you say that, Lin?"

"Because... well..." Lin hesitated. "I think Naru has been possessed by Gene for a long time."

Mai stares at the man.

"I don't understand."

> "I am merely suggesting that it's time for Gene to move on," Lin said, "In other words, it is for the best to exorcise Gene." 

Naru inclined his head. "So that's what you meant..." 

Mai frowned deeply.

> "You mean... you want to kill Naru?"

Lin nods slowly. "Yes. That is exactly what I mean."

Mai felt sick to her stomach.

Naru stood up suddenly. "I'm not going to let you do such a thing!"

Lin's face darkened. "We will do whatever we feel is necessary."

> "But that's just madness..." Mai's eyes glimmered in defiance. "Naru needs your protection! Didn't you promise his parents?"

Lin's eyes widened. "We promised them nothing. If they wanted me to protect their son, they should have made that clear when they entrusted him to me."

Mai inhaled sharply.

> "Lin, you're the one out of your mind! I can't believe this is even happening," Mai said. Her tears welled up. "This just has to be a dream. It can't be anything else. Someone, anyone, pinch me!"

Naru shook his head. "No, please don't make me go through this again."

Lin sighed. "Very well. But if you ever attempt to harm Naru again, I will kill you myself."

Mai gasped.

> "What?!" She turned to Naru. "Damn it, just pinch me! I want to wake up from this nightmare."

Naru's eyes widened.

"You'd rather die than give up?"

Mai gaped at him.

> "Why are you saying that? I don't wanna die. I want to WAKE up." She grew furious. "Did you forget how to understand Japanese?!"

Naru turned away from her. "Please stop shouting at me. I am trying to tell you that I don't want to die."

"Then why are you so stubborn about, Naru"

Mai couldn't take it anymore.

> "Fine, then I'll wake up by myself," she said, dropping herself onto the sofa and laying down on it. "Don't even think about bothering me."

Naru looked upset. "Mai..."

She didn't bother to turn around.

> Mai closed her eyes and willed herself to wake up from this nightmare.

Mai could hear voices.

"... I heard that someone knocked on her door last night."

"She must have been dreaming or some nonsense..."

> This was it. She was back in her own bed. Covered by her own back. She had returned to reality.

It was just a nightmare.

A nightmare that seemed so real.

She sat up and rubbed her eyes.

"Mai? Are you awake?"

"Huh?"

> Next to her was Masako who sat beside her. The girl smiled. 

"It seems you woke up from a terrible nightmare," Masako said. "You were screaming just now."

Mai blushed. "Oh my God..."

Masako chuckled. "Don't worry. I know what it feels like. I also had nightmares once."

"Really?"

"Yes."

> "I see," Mai said. "This one was just terrible. I was in the office and... Naru and Lin had lost their minds. I didn't know what to do."

Masako nodded. "That was a very scary dream. I'm glad you got rid of it."

Mai smiled. "Thanks, Masako-chan. I'm glad it was just a dream."

> "Would you like something to drink? You must be thirsty."

Mai raised an eyebrow. "Um... sure. What would you recommend?"

"How about some tea?"

Mai nodded. "Tea sounds great."

"Good." Masako got up from the bed.

> After Masako left, Mai began to wonder. Why was Masako even in her room?

She knew that no one was supposed to enter without permission.

The only reason that she could come up with was that Masako had been summoned.

Mai frowned.

> She reached for her phone and scrolled through her missed messages. One was from Naru.

"Hey, Mai, I'm sorry to bother you but I need to talk to you. Can you meet me at the office today? I'll be waiting there. Thanks."

Mai stared at the message for a while before replying.

> She typed: "Sorry Naru, but I'm not feeling well. Maybe next week?"

Naru sent back a quick reply.

"Okay, I understand. Tell me if you change your mind."

Mai sighed.

She wasn't sure whether to be relieved or worried about Naru.

> Normally he didn't send such messages, but she decided to put it out of her mind. Masako returned with two cups of tea.

"Here you go."

"Thank you."

"Are you okay, Mai?"

Mai shrugged. "Just tired."

"Well, I'm going home now. See you tomorrow."

"Bye, Masako."

> In the end, Mai was left alone with two cups of tea to drink.

She sipped at the hot beverage slowly.

She felt numb.

She hadn't experienced something like this since she was a child.

She felt confused.

And yet, she couldn't help but feel grateful.

Because she knew that Naru was still alive.

He wasn't possessed by Gene at all.

And that meant that he was safe.

[gaoau]

Kissing with my feelings, kissing with my thoughts

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With the days rolling by, [Name] almost lost track of herself. She tried a little harder to keep an eye out for the amount of food in Ai's bowl. She forced herself to become more attentive at her job and pitch in with those ideas she never dared bring up. She put in some more effort to gaze at the colors surrounding her for a bit longer. Sometimes all she saw was blue.

It was enough for her.

As she walked out of the building, a folder and papers in one arm, her other hand busy with her phone, she heard her name being called. She stopped in her tracks and craned her neck backwards. A co-worker caught up to her, jogging. "[Surname]-san!" she called out once more as she came to a halt before [Name]. "We're going out for some drinks, would you like to come?"

[Name] followed her pointing thumb towards the group of people by the office doors, awaiting her reply. She blanked at the opportunity, at the offer to interact with minds of her own—similar, but not the same, so different. Truthfully, she hadn't taken the time to relax and drink the night away in so long she couldn't even recall the date. And truthfully, this spontaneous invitation came out of nowhere. Maybe it wasn't a bad idea to engage with more people.

A smile grew on her face as she fully turned to address her co-worker. She didn't remember her name. She didn't remember her like how she remembered Chifuyu and Kazutora. Years of working in the same office, but she had better awareness of two men she'd met little over a month before. She wasn't fine with that; she didn't like it.

So despite it not being a bad idea, [Name] remembered Chifuyu before she thought of anything else. The painting he had commissioned, and then the dog he trusted in her hands. All the trust. Yeah, she had to get home to Ai first. "Can I take a raincheck on that one? I'm a bit busy today."

Her co-worker blinked back at her, almost surprised. "Oh. Yes, of course. Maybe next week?"

"That sounds good. I'll see you guys on Monday."

"Alright. Have a good weekend, [Surname]-san."

"You too." She wanted to reply back with her name, but it really didn't pop up in her memory no matter how hard she tried. She sent a wave towards the rest of her colleagues, receiving the same amount—if not more—enthusiasm when they waved back. It caught her off guard more than she expected. She definitely needed to try a little harder with them as well.

Through the door to her apartment, [Name] could hear the expectant excitement oozing out of Ai as he tapped his nails on the floor. He had already become conscious of the melody of her keys by the time she came home and it became a part of his own routine. When she finally opened the door, he greeted her with a dance on his hind legs while she welcomed him into her arms. He fit so snugly, so perfectly. [Name] was meant to hold him now and forever.

She placed him back on the floor after enough baby-talking. As per usual, movements already ingrained in her muscle memory, she flung her folders, her bag, and her shoes onto their designated organized messes. She browsed through her fridge to make a mental note for groceries. She had an energy bar as a snack before dinner. She changed out of her work clothes. She did the dishes from the previous night. Ai followed her around as she attempted everything in her power to show no fear.

But she was still terrified of the ginormous canvas sitting at the dinner table.

Taking a seat across from it, [Name] forced herself to think clearly. There was no way she could possibly work on something so stupidly gigantic. What was she meant to draw on it? A landscape? A portrait? A collage? Dots and lines and squares and call it abstract?

It had been running through her mind for the past few days, but she couldn't decide. She couldn't settle for an adequate measure of how bad of an idea it was. Some days she found it was fine, and others she wanted to punt herself into the moon for ever thinking she could think. Crumpled post-it notes and ripped pieces of paper littered the floor around it in a circle, ready for a ritual to summon the gods of inspiration—or the devils.

The more she stared at it, the less she understood what she was glaring at. Her thoughts circled around her head one after the other in a loop. Landscape, portrait, fruit, flowers, abstract, shapes, angles, angels, devils, animals, fish, dogs, Ai—oh, Chifuyu.

That was right. She shook her head to expel her obsessions from her mind. Chifuyu had commissioned her. If there was anything she should prioritize, it was the man with high expectations of her. It was no healthy motivation, but it was the most she could do to keep herself grounded. She found the thought of Chifuyu always grounded her.

Somehow, with the strength of a thousand dying warriors, [Name] managed to tear her eyes away from the disgustingly huge canvas waiting for dinner to be served. She caught a glimpse of Ai's pitying eyes gazing at her with curiosity. A smile crawled onto her lips. She knelt to sink her fingers into his fur. He closed his eyes in glee.

"If it weren't for you, bubs…" her voice died off into the silence. She wasn't too sure how to finish that sentence. She wasn't too sure she even could. Ai peered up at her as if he understood. Maybe he did. "Yeah, you're right," she chuckled to herself.

Another canvas waited for her in its stand. It was the right size for the wall Chifuyu wanted to decorate. She took a comfortable seat before it, her various supplies in reach as she gathered all her creativity. It didn't need to be perfect; she simply needed to start.

A cat. Chifuyu wanted a cat. A black cat. Very simple, easy, accessible, something she could work with as if she had done it a billion times before. Add black onto the white to create something, to build upon the jarring nothingness with contrasting tones of ink and acrylic. There was no need to think about values or tones or cohesion among the colors. It was just black. It was all welcoming and common.

Her eyes remained glued to the blank canvas screaming back at her. She tried picturing the cat in her head. She tried to remember the one she'd poorly drawn on a spare piece of paper that Chifuyu had given her. She tried her best to think of what a cat looked like.

She really didn't know what a cat looked like.

Which was fair. She didn't own a cat, and even if she did, it didn't guarantee she could replicate it accordingly. Only having a general idea of what the animal's features were shaped like wasn't quite enough to slap it into paint.

Finally, she gave in to her struggles and reached for her phone. If anything, she could browse the Internet for any sort of reference to actually draw a cat. The anatomy, the distance between the different elements of its face, the curves and straight lines, the reflection of the light on the fur. The eyes. The pigments in the eyes. The blue eyes Chifuyu had asked for.

"Ah, man, this is harder than I thought…" she muttered in distress, bringing her finger up to her mouth. She chewed at the skin on the corner of her nails. Image after image of different cats traveled down her screen. She hummed, "D'you think I should ask…?" It was an idea. She didn't know how good of an idea it was. She didn't know if it was an excuse as well. Her pondering hum morphed into a growl.

Before she could bite her own finger off, an incoming call startled her out of her wits. She blinked dumbfounded at the caller ID displaying on her screen out of the blue. Her eyes refused to focus out of her concentration. It was late at night on a Saturday. The kanji were blurry as she tried to read and make sense out of them.

"Oh, it's Chifuyu-san! What the—?" She shook her head without finishing her own thought. Her finger swiped on instinct to answer the call. "Hello, Chifuyu-san! How are you?!"

"Good night, [Name]-san. I'm doing good, how are you?"

"I'm…" She glanced quickly at the fuming canvas before her. A tight smile grew on her face. She laughed at herself. "I'm good, too, thanks for asking."

"Anytime. Sorry to bother you so late, but I just remembered Ai's tag."

Confusion pushed through in her questioning hum. Her eyes scanned the room to find the mentioned puppy sleeping beside her feet. The tightness of her awkward smile dissipated into endearment. He had a bed of his own but he stuck by her side, lying on the hard floor. It really felt like he understood. She slipped her phone onto her other hand, wondering out loud, "Ai's tag?"

Chifuyu chuckled through the speaker. "His nametag. Remember?"

Oh, yeah, the nametag. "Oh, yeah, the nametag."

"Yeah, we set an order for it almost two months ago. I'm sorry it took so long."

But as Chifuyu blabbered apologies [Name] didn't need nor would ever dare ask for, the gears in her brain turned at speeds they'd never reached before. Names, names, names. There was so much behind names. Matsuno Chifuyu. [Surname] [Name]. Ai. Matsuno for wilderness and a vast forest of pine trees. [Surname] for an identity so out of reach. Ai for love and pondering and the color of the sky. 

Her glower burned through the empty canvas. It held so much vigor, she should've seen herself. She would've surprised herself.

Instantly, she scrambled. She sprang onto her feet, alarming the sleeping Ai by her side. She whispered an apology to him and then remembered Chifuyu on the phone while darting across the room. "Oh, yeah. Okay, Chifuyu-san, thanks for the reminder. When would you—" She bit her tongue when she slammed her finger on a drawer. It didn't stop her from rummaging through all her belongings. "When would you like me to come get it?"

"Are you okay, [Name]-san?"

She chortled into her phone. Why the fuck couldn't she find a spare piece of paper? "Yeah, just looking for something."

"Oh, alright." He sounded so amused in the little chuckles that slipped. "Well, whenever you're free to get it, you can just give me a call and I'll wait for you."

[Name] hummed, "That wo—No, actually—Fuck, where—? Oh!" She barely caught sight of forgotten post-it notes across her shelf. "Found 'em!" Immediately, she snatched a nearby pen and began scribbling the kanjis for Chifuyu's name. "Do you think I could come snap some pictures of cats for reference? I told you cat anatomy is weird. Their heads are just… odd."

"Are they?" In his own room, Chifuyu turned to analyze the shape of Peke J's face.

[Name] creeped behind the disgustingly ginormous canvas at the dinner table. "Try drawing one." Taking a deep breath, she slapped the post-it note on it as if she were killing a bug. For later reference.

"Fair enough. Then, would you like to come a bit before I open? Since I open later than usual tomorrow."

A closed, empty shop just for the two of them. For peace and calm and pictures she needed. She shook her head. "Oh, no, I wouldn't want to take up time from your late morning. I can just drop by when you open."

"It's no problem," he reassured, and [Name] could swear she was hearing his soothing smile through each of his words. "I commissioned you, so if you need some help, it's only natural I give you a hand."

[Name] didn't agree. Not really. It wasn't only natural to help her out. Creating the painting and finding the suitable resources to bring it to completion was all part of her job, her obligation. But Chifuyu was just nice like that. He held so much genuine kindness in him; so much aid he was willing to offer to someone like her without a second thought. The moment she couldn't walk by herself, Chifuyu held out his hand for her. It was the simplest of things. She felt her chest tighten at his softness.

Noticing her silence, he let out another quiet chuckle to bring her attention back to him. "I'll be waiting for you early tomorrow, then. Don't leave me hanging, [Name]-san."

She wouldn't dare. There was no protesting. "I—Well, okay, then."

"And you can bring Ai with you."

"Oh—Okay. I—I'll see you tomorrow."

"Have a good night, [Name]-san."

"You too, Chifuyu-san."

By the time she removed her phone from her ear, she couldn't look straight at Ai pawing at her feet. He seemed so blurry. Why did he seem so blurry? Her heart felt so sore after so little use, and now it burst with how full Chifuyu's kindness made her feel. She was starting to like the sound of his name.

She settled on the floor to welcome Ai into her embrace. Her tears vanished into his fur. He didn't mind it a bit.

Chifuyu unlocked the door for her, instantly cooing at the dog in her arms. The puppy began running on thin air in an attempt to rush towards Chifuyu. [Name] dropped to the ground so she could allow Ai to break free without flinging him like a cat. He was more than welcome against Chifuyu's apron, and he allowed his tongue to run all over his face as a greeting. [Name] laughed as she fiddled with her camera.

With the bundle of energy following behind him, Chifuyu reached towards the counter for the nametag. He displayed it for both [Name] and Ai to see, as if the dog understood what it was. "We have a gift for the handsome boy." And sometimes it really felt like he understood with the way he barked in response.

Chifuyu knelt to get access to Ai's collar. He was not only a handsome boy, but also quite polite as he stood still, letting the man clasp the metal piece as jewelry. [Name] spared a glance at the window to catch the people walking the streets toward their destinations. She noticed the sunlight pouring in at a perfect angle. When she turned back to Chifuyu, the light was bathing him in a golden hue of comfort.

She snapped a picture of the two of them without thinking.

"There, all done!" Chifuyu grinned to himself, admiring his own work. Ai seemed to smile back at him as he shivered in excitement. His grin turned towards [Name] while he rose from the floor.

Simultaneously, she knelt to Ai's level. "Come here, boy, lemme see." He approached instantly at the sound of her voice. He recognized boy more than he did his own name. "You sure look handsome with this now, bubs."

She traced the strokes engraved on the metal with her fingertips. Eighteen strokes to become Ai; for self-pondering, for reflection, for the sky on a hopeless and rainy night, for ai love you, and for love itself. Ai for all the things [Name] needed to remind herself. Ai for the reason she was alive after walking aimlessly for so long. Ai for how sore her heart felt now that she was putting it to use again. Sometimes, appreciation and empathy starts with a tiny, little puppy.

She returned her attention to Chifuyu as he beamed down at her so brightly, agreeing Ai looked so handsome. She couldn't put into words or ideas just how glad she was that he forced her to drop by the shop early. "Thanks again, Chifuyu-san." Moments with nothing more than him and Ai were all she could ask for. She didn't need more, but she wouldn't settle for less—not that he would allow her. There were no disruptions and she could enjoy the peace and joy in Chifuyu's mind to the fullest.

Sometimes, appreciation starts with a puppy. Sometimes, a man is what follows.

Her eyes shot wide open at her own thoughts. Molten lava replaced the blood in her veins, rushing to her face in an eruption of embarrassment. She darted away from the puppy and Chifuyu's gaze in a split second. Her camera and the cats set up for adoption were a perfect distraction from her insides burning up.

Chifuyu's voice blended with Ai's curious paws as one chatted her ear off and the other explored. It really was a lot more lovely than she had bargained for. If the two of them would allow her selfishness, she didn't want to settle for anything less.

[soletlunasims]

Ares went back to school for her second and third semesters. She spent all of her time working hard and maintained an A GPA. Between her 3rd and 4th semesters, she came home for break again. During her time at home, Chip aged up.

Ares was always so excited to tell her dads what she had been up to academically. So much so that it became a test of patience to sit in a room with her for longer than 30 minutes:

Chip was begrudgingly listening to Ares talk about one of her classes while trying to enjoy his birthday cake.

Ares: ".... So I told the professor that there must be an error in the text book because all other sources I have researched show that the Landgraab family didn't have any politicians in the family until 1927. Well. The professor was not happy with my observation apparently because he gave me a B- for the quiz that week due to not following the information in the textbook. How can I follow the info if it's so obviously incorrect? So, what? I'm just supposed to pretend that it's right just to save my grade? Well, I did not stand for it. I march right into his office after class and told him that I would get this sorted with the dean. I would present all of my research on the matter to him and get my professor fired for not taking his job seriously. Suffices to say he fixed my grade and I had no more problems with him for the rest of the semester."

Chip jolts himself out of a daydream when he realized Ares finished her story "...... Ares.... Honey. You need to relax."

Ares looks at him confused, " What? I am relaxed. I'm perfectly fine. Why do you say that?"

Chip: "All you ever talk about is school and grades. About how you desperately want to make a good impression, especially to the debate members. You talk about class prep. This is all shit most people gripe about doing and you are doing it all with the notion that it's fun. It's like you don't actually know what fun is. I'll tell you, you didn't get that from me.... Must be a trait of your biological donor." Chip chuckles

Ares gets heated and slams her hands on the table, "I know how to have fun, Dad. Knock it off!"

Chip jests, "Yeah.... and you're totally relaxed, too"

Ares scoffs at him, "Whatever.... I'm gonna go call Gunnar."

Ares leaves the room. Chip smirks to himself "At least that's one thing ya got, kiddo."

-Later that night-

Ares went out with Gunnar somewhere to catch up, leaving Chip and Caleb at home.

Caleb: "Happy Birthday, my King"

Chip blushes, "Stop being such a sweetheart. I can't take it sometimes...."

Caleb blushes back, " mmm I love you"

Chip: "and I love you."

They kiss.

Chip looks at Caleb in awe.

Caleb: "What? Why are you looking at me like that?"

Chip: "No reason. I'm just admiring your beauty"

Caleb snorts at the remark, " Stop it.... You're too much."

Chip: "Well, you'll be rid of me soon enough. Free to move on to whatever life has to offer you next."

Caleb's sheepish smile turns into a frown, he starts to choke up and it makes it hard for him to speak. "Ahem.....Don't talk like that, Chip. I don't want to think about that. I want to spend every second I can with you. I..... I want to die with you."

Caleb surprised himself with that last statement. Chip is also shocked by it, ".... I ..... I'm sorry I brought it up." He squeezes Caleb close to his body. "Hey..... It'll be okay. No matter what, I'll always be with you. Always a part of you. You'll be okay. You've done it before, yeah? Many times before? It won't be any different."

Caleb lays his head on Chips chest, tears gently rolling down his cheeks. " I think it will be this time.... I have loved before but.... I don't think I was ever in love.....not until you. Now I don't know how to cope without you.... You make it very hard to be immortal."

Chip's eyes also well up with tears as he kisses the top of Caleb's head. "We will be okay... I promise."

They hug like that for a long time before Chip breaks the silence, "Hey..... I'm glad you'll be around when I'm gone."

Caleb sniffles, "Why is that?"

Chip looks into Caleb's eyes, "Well someone is going to have to keep the grandchildren and great grandchildren in check."

Caleb softly chuckles between sniffles.

[layce2015]

Red Dead Redemption 2 (Arthur Morgan x Female!Reader)

A New Life

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Seven Years Later

The cool breeze blew through the Heartlands area, the beautiful green grass swaying back and forth with the direction of the wind. Deers and Buffalos roaming the area as a wagon rides along the dirt road. In the back of the wagon were three kids, two girls and one boy, sitting there with a golden Labrador laying down next to them. The oldest child, Annebeth, was reading a book while her two younger siblings, five year old Eleanor and seven year old Alistair, were playing with these toys they were able to keep while the two adults, Arthur and (y/n), were in the front seats steering the wagon as the lone horse leads the way to the town of Valentine.

"I think we need to stop here and get some supplies, Arthur. We're getting kinda low on food." (Y/n) tells Arthur. "I know. We also probably need to take in some jobs." He said. "So, stay here in Valentine for a few days and then be on our way again?" (Y/n) asked him. "I reckon...so you better behave." Arthur teased her. "I feel like I should be saying that to you." (Y/n) said, smirking, and he laughs. "You're probably right." He said as they pass the train station and enter Valentine.

"God, this place brings back memories." (Y/n) said as she looks around the old familiar town. "Good? Or bad?" Arthur asked her. "Bit of both." (Y/n) said as they turn a corner and started to come down the main street of Valentine, which hadn't changed much except with a few new buildings. 

They passed by a saloon when a man stumbles out and then a second men storms out and charges at the first man. "You sonuvabitch!" The second man growled and they start to fight. The kids recoiled at this as (y/n) shakes her head then turns to Arthur. "Bet that brings back memories, doesn't it?" She asked him as she gestures to the fighting men with her head.

Arthur chuckles in response. “Sure does, darlin.” He replied. "Though, I don't miss it very much."

(Y/n) rolls her eyes at him. "Oh I'm sure you miss showing off how much of a tough guy you are." She teased and he chuckles. "What does that mean?" Alistair asked her. "Well, your father sometimes would get into fights with other people a few years back." (Y/n) said and Arthur turns to her. 

"Hey, wasn't my fault." He said, defensively. “Yeah, sometimes they were bad people.” (y/n) said as they come up at the end of the road and Arthur pulls the reigns, making the horse stop. "Okay then...I'm gonna see if there's any jobs I can take." Arthur said and (y/n) nods. "Alright...we still got a bit of money, I'll buy some groceries." She said and they start to dismount the wagon.

"Alright, my darlings, let's walk around for a bit." (Y/n) tells her children and her and Arthur go to the back of the wagon and help the kids down while the Labrador jumps down.

Arthur walks up to (y/n), leans in and gives her a loving kiss. Alistair sticks his tongue out in disgust while Eleanor giggles and Annebeth rolls her eyes but smiles at this. The couple break the kiss before Arthur mutters. "Be careful." (Y/n) nods then whispers. "Of course." Then she leads the kids and the Labrador, Dixon, towards the general store while Arthur starts to walk around town.

Eventually he walks towards the Sheriff office and remembered that they usually asked for bounty hunters so he enters inside and both Sheriff and Deputy look up at him. "Well, looky here. Maybe this is our man." The Sheriff said as he eyes Arthur. "You a bounty hunter, mister?" The young Deputy asked as he stands up from his chair. "Maybe...it depends." Arthur replied.

"Well, I'm guessing you ain't here to pass the day...turn yourself in...or discuss the finer points of country law. Then I don't need to know much more than that...til I got a reason to." The Sheriff said and Arthur smirks a bit. "Alright..." he said and the Sheriff takes in a deep breath as he stands back up.

"You smell that? This here's livestock town, mister...attracts delinquents and reprobates like flies. Now I'm not a feller to pass a quick judgment...but I've been around long enough to know...you don't hire a Saint to catch a sinner." said the Sheriff and Arthur lowers his head and smiles to himself.

"You bring me what I need...and I'll pay you well...and I won't ask questions." The Sheriff assured and Arthur looks at him, this was all Arthur needed to hear. As long as they didn't ask questions and paid him, he and his family would be safe. He didn't know if the Pinkertons were still looking for him or just thought he was dead, but he knew he still needed to keep a low profile.

"So...what is it you need?" Arthur asked the Sheriff. "Why don't you have a look at that poster...on that wall over there." the Sheriff said as he gestures to his board behind Arthur. The former outlaw turns and sees a wanted poster for a man named Benedict Allbright.

"He's a low down huckster. He's been poisoning folks with his miracle cure...from here to Annesburg. Killed more than Landon Ricketts without even pulling a trigger. Get some kind of sick satisfaction out of it." The Deputy said as Arthur takes down the poster and examines it.

The photo showed an older man with a top hat on and a three piece suit, the reward was $50.

"The feller over at the saloon says...he thought he saw him by the gorge...straight north of here." The Sheriff said then he stares, intently, at Arthur. "You think you can bring him in? The money's good. I need him alive though. I wanna make sure the women he widowed...get compensated before he swings." He said and Arthur folds up the poster and tucks it into his satchel. "I'll see what I can do." He said. "Well good luck to you." The Sheriff said and Arthur walks out of the office.

He heads over to the wagon when (y/n) and the kids come out of the store. "Did you find anything?" (Y/n) asked him as she walks up to Arthur. "Yeah, got a bounty hunting job." Arthur replied and (y/n) furrows her brow in worry and confusion. "Arthur, you sure about that?" She asked. "He said he won't ask questions and he pays well. So we should be safe for awhile." He said and (y/n) thinks for a moment at this then gives a small nod. 

"Well, if you're sure about it." She said and he nods. "So...I'm guessing you're gonna need the horse." (Y/n) said as she nods towards the horse that was hitched to their wagon. "Yeah...I think you and the kids should stay there at the hotel and I'll be back as soon as I can." He said and (y/n) nods.

They get the wagon parked next to the hotel then Arthur gets the wagon off of the horse then heads off to find the bounty while (y/n) heads into the hotel, with the kids and Dixon.

Arthur makes it to the gorge and starts to look around for Benedict. He makes it up to a cliff when he found a horse and a man sitting by a campfire. "What we got here?" He mutters as he gets closer. 

"Are you Benedict Allbright?" Arthur asked the man, who was startled as he stands up. "No, sir..." the man replied and Arthur eyes him before he hums a bit. "You kinda look like him...and I was told he'd be up here." Arthur said. "No...not me, sir." The man said but he did seemed frighten and nervous. Then again, Arthur was a big guy and he could intimidate any man just by walking into a room.

"It's because...I wanna buy some medicine..." Arthur lied as he walks up to the man. "And...I heard...I heard good things. I'll pay...in gold...i-if you can help me find him." Arthur said, doing his best to sound desperate. The man seemed to relax a bit at the mention of gold but he still kept his guard up as he eyes Arthur.

"It's just...my daughter's real sick." Arthur said and the man, Benedict, fully relaxes and smiles. "Oh, well if that's the case...if it's for a sick little girl...I'd be happy to help." Benedict said and he saunters over to his bag while Arthur smiles. "I'm a healer you know...a medical man. Finest medicine in the state." Benedict said as he pulls out the bottle of medicine, walks over to Arthur and hands him the bottle.

Arthur chuckles then tosses the bottle aside, down towards the river below them. Benedict looks towards the thrown bottle, confused, and turns back only to see Arthur aiming his gun at him. "Game's over, mister. Put your hands up...I'm taking you in." Arthur said as he walks over to Benedict's bag, still keeping his gun trained on him, and looks it over.

"Taking me in? What for?" Benedict asked, confused. "Apparently that stuff you're pushing is killing folk...and there's a price on your head. I don't know, it ain't my business." Arthur said as he walks back towards Benedict. "Come on, partner, that's crap. I'm a healer." Benedict said as he takes a step towards Arthur but Arthur holds his gun up and the medical man steps back.

"I've got an aura...I speak to spirits...I'm a scientist. Folks get real angry for no good reason...this...this is a mistake." Benedict said as he lowers his hands a bit and looks down to see he is close to the edge of the cliff.

"Keep your hands up, buddy...they only want you for questioning..." Arthur said as he reaches out and grabs Benedict's gun, disarming him, and tossed the gun aside. "I have to insist this is a mistake." Benedict said. "Don't be a fool." Arthur said as he takes a step forward, which made Benedict take a step back and he starts to fall.

Quickly, Arthur grabs the back collar of Benedict's shirt collar and pulls him back up. Benedict laughs once he was back on solid ground and turns to Arthur. "You saved me..." Benedict said, laughing. "Come on, buddy, let's make this easy." Arthur said as he goes to grab Benedict but the medicine man backs away.

"You're taking me in?" He asked, again, sounding shocked. "It's just for questioning." Arthur said as he goes towards him but Benedict goes around him. "You saved my life." He said to Arthur as if that makes a difference. "Ain't we had enough drama?" Arthur said as he walks towards him again but Benedict goes towards the ledge.

"I-I'd be better off jumping." He said and he runs to the ledge but stops when Arthur yells at him. He turns and Arthur holds a hand out to him. "They expressly told me not to kill you." Arthur said. "This is about you?" Benedict asked and Arthur sighs, annoyed, as he looks down then looks back at Benedict. "Don't jump..." he said. "O-Or what? You can't shoot me." Benedict said as Arthur starts to run towards him but he makes a slight move and Arthur stops. 

Arthur sighs and holsters his gun and holds his hands up. "Please." Arthur said. "I'll take my chances." Benedict said and he turns towards the cliff. "Come here!" Arthur growls but Benedict jumps. "Bye, friend!" He yells as he plummets down to the river below and Arthur stops himself from falling in.

Below he could see that Benedict was still alive as he was flailing in the water. "I really do not like you." Arthur growled and he runs towards his horse, mounts it and takes off down the hill and follows the river to get close to Benedict, who was screaming out for help.

Eventually, Arthur was able to throw a lasso at Benedict and pulls him to shore. Once he got to shore, Arthur begins to hogtie him. "Who made you God, friend? Who made you the judge?" Benedict asked before Arthur punches him across the face, letting out some frustration. Arthur then picks him up and places him on his horse. He mounts up his horse and takes off back to Valentine.

"Sir, this isn't necessary. I'm a medical man, a healer!" Benedict shouts as Arthur pulls up to the Sheriff's office. "It's all just a big mistake. I don't feel very well." Benedict shouts again as Arthur removes him off of his horse and starts to carry him. "I told you to shut up." Arthur growls as he enters the office, only to see the Sheriff and a woman sitting inside.

The Sheriff jumps once he sees Arthur coming in, carrying Benedict. "Oh, my Lord...I wasn't expecting you back so soon." The Sheriff said to Arthur then he turns to the woman. "Uh, Mrs. Calthrope was, uh...was just leaving." The Sheriff said, sounding nervous like he was caught doing something he wasn't supposed to do.

"Sure...where you want him?" Arthur asked him, gestures to Benedict. "Cell in the back." He said and Arthur heads to the cells then drops Benedict down on the ground. "There's been some terrible mistake. I never did it...any of it." Benedict exclaims. "I thought I told you to shut up, partner." Arthur said as he cuts the binds around Benedict's legs then pulls him up.

Benedict was about to protest but Arthur talks over him. "But nothing! Shut up and err....good luck!" Arthur said as he shoves him into the cell and closes the door. "It's been real fun." Arthur said and he walks away. "You ain't much of a man. If you ask folks for forgiveness you remember this, partner." Benedict shouts but Arthur ignores him and goes to the Sheriff.

"Now, Sheriff...how much was you offering?" Arthur asked him. "Fifty dollars....here." the Sheriff said as he pulls out the bills from his pocket and hands it to Arthur. "Thank you." He said then he turns to Mrs Calthrope. "Madam." He said and he walks out of office.

After talking to the hotel clerk on which room his family's in, Arthur made his way upstairs and to the room they were staying in. He opens the door and gives a genuine soft smile once he sees his family. Annebeth was sitting in a chair, reading a book, Alistair was playing with Dixon and Eleanor was drawing. (Y/n) was sitting on the bed and sewing up a patch on Alistair's jacket when she looks up and sees Arthur.

The kids also look up and see Arthur and they smile at his return. "Daddy!" Alistair and Eleanor exclaimed as they run towards him. Arthur kneels down and holds his arms out as the two kids go and embrace him. He hugs them back as (y/n) smiles at this.

"Welcome back. How did the job go?" She asked Arthur as he pulls out of the kids embrace and stands up. "Well, he did give me a few problems but...I got him. Made fifty dollars." Arthur said as he holds up the cash to her. "Good..." she said as he hands her the cash. She accepts it then goes to one of the bags and pulls out a lockbox then places the cash inside of it.

Later that day, (y/n) had put the kids to bed in the second room, she had rented for them, and kissed them goodnight. She pats the top of Dixon's head and he lays down near the bed, almost like protecting the kids, while (y/n) heads out of the room and towards the room her and Arthur shared.

She looks over to see Arthur counting out the money in the lockbox, sitting on the bed. "So, how are we doing?" She asked him as she goes to sit next to him. "Well...I'd say...if we keep working...in a few months we should be able to get a home..." Arthur said and (y/n) chuckles a bit at this.

"So, in other words, we need more money..." she said and Arthur scoffs a bit at this then slightly shakes his head. "Yeah..." he mutters and (y/n) sighs. "I just wish that whole gold business up north went better." She said and Arthur nods. "Yeah...I guess we came in too late to get the gold." said Arthur as he shuts the lockbox, stands up and puts it away.

"Seems to be our luck..." she remarks and Arthur chuckles. "As long as we keep our heads low, we should be good." He said as he sits back down on the bed. 

"Can you just picture it, Arthur? Our own home...no more running...no more hiding...we could add a barn and raise chickens, cows and horses...the house would be big enough to hold five of us..." she said, dreamily. "Or more..." he said and she turns to him, shocked and disbelieving. "Arthur Morgan, are you suggesting more kids?" She asked him, almost laughing. Arthur shrugs. "Why not?" He said.

(Y/n) giggles as she eyes him a bit. "You're wanting to build your own gang, don'tcha?" She asked, jokingly, and he turns to her before he scoots closer to her. "Maybe..." he said, smiling, then he caresses her cheek with his right hand as the two look into each other's eyes, lovingly.

Arthur leans and kisses her, she returns the same. It starts out sweet and loving but then it turns a bit heated as they deepen the kiss. (Y/n), slowly, wraps her arms around his neck as he places his hands on her waist. They break the kiss to catch their breathes before Arthur pushes (y/n) down on the bed then gets on top of her.

They continue to kiss, passionately, for a few moments then Arthur starts to kiss (y/n)'s jawline then down her neck. "Arthur..." (y/n) whispered, in a soft desperate voice, and she could feel his smirk as he continues to attack her neck.

Suddenly, there was a knock at the door and the couple stops and looks towards it. "Mommy...Daddy?" Eleanor's voice squeaked out from the other side. She sounded scared. The couple, quickly, sit up and Arthur goes to the door and opens it, revealing Eleanor.

"What's wrong, sweetheart?" Arthur asked her as the little girl rubs her eyes. "I-I had a b-bad dream...and I-I got s-scared...can I sleep here with you?" Eleanor asked, in a frighten tone. Arthur and (y/n) share a quick look before (y/n) turns to her young daughter. 

"Of course, honey. C'mere." She said and the little girl runs to her mother's open arms. Arthur smiles at this as he shuts the door and (y/n) hugs their daughter, comforting. They get ready for bed and Eleanor sleeps in the space between the two and they share one more kiss before they say goodnight and fall asleep.

@starjane312 @trinswhimsys @reiya-djarin

[athanasius-symposium-of-writings]

Running Up That Hill (A Deal With God)

Chapter Seven

Warnings: none (for now smiley)

Chapter Six | Chapter Eight

A casual date. The many places you have taken each other, the physical attention you give him, and both of you handling adulting; a casual, not expensive, date is nice.

Ice cream at the park water fountain. Nice!

"I will be gone on holiday for a week," You listened as he spoke to you while you both relaxed at a water fountain. Licking your ice cream almost distracts him! "My brother Marc is going to be house sitting for me this week." You hum as his eyes drift to your lips then back to your eyes, "Is he cute?" Steven blinks twice then you elbow him lightly in the arm, "I'm kidding, but could I meet him? You met my dad so– Unless that's moving too fast!"

Both of you are completely clueless to the rules of dating. Love birds blinded by each other. Something, something, Cupid's arrow.

Marc would've said no, he was still unsure about you even if you are nice.

"He would like that." Steven is beaming with joy. "He's a bit of arse until you get to know 'im.

Marc rolling his eyes in the mindscape, he just was being cautious and not instantly lovestruck!

"Bah, if he's anything like you, I'll impress him with my extensive knowledge on comics and useless information." Laughing at yourself.

"Don't know about the useless part. You are very informative."

You giggle and continue to eat your ice cream, sometimes a funny thing pops into your mind and you say it. Steven's fingers rubbing yours as you held hands.

"Would you love me if I was a worm?"

"I know that meme, (Name)." He had to look up so many references and memes to understand some of the things you said. Sure there is an age difference between you both, him being older than you. A few years difference, you always did prefer old dates. Maturity and all, Steven is the only one who doesn't have greys in his hair.

One time you dated an older woman who was old enough to be your mother (cougar from France! Met her at the New York museum, heh)… Mom was still trying to be open about the whole… Equality thing but that was a little too much for her to see you with an older person (she said it! No one her age!)

"But would you?"

Hah, mom, he isn't her age!

"Would you love me if I was a spider?"

You frown as you think about it, "Eh.." He snorts as you shiver thinking about it more, "F-for you I-I'll endure."

"That was painful to watch, love." Patting your back.

Being in the dating scene hasn't left you much time to hangout with your dad. Sure you check in with him during your time at his apartment but outside you have been caught up in your life! He doesn't blame you nor mention it, it's you who voices wanting to spend time with him. "I have a few days off and Steven is on holiday soooo," Your dad is cooking while you up the table.

"Hm," In a 'dad' way as he shuts off the stove, "Sunday."

"Sunday?"

"The restaurant needs an extra hand and I'm working all day."

When you were a kid, a lot of your father daughter time was spent with him at work. When he was only doing paperwork, you would play in his office on your portable game system (a gameboy and later on a DS). When you felt nosy you would sit on his lap watching him review reports (none you understood) or as you got older he would show you around the station. It was his way of connecting with you.

"Cool!"

*

You regret that word! Waking up at the crack ass end of dawn to be driven to the restaurant to start prep. "Dad, this is a diner." A Johnny Rocket level knockoff. He explains how it is not a restaurant while teaching you how to load a dishwasher and how to buser tables.

"My first job was a busser when I was old enough to work."

"Back when dinosaurs roamed the lands!? Wow, dad."

He flicked your forehead, "Don't get sassy." There is a crack of a smile on his face as he goes over the instructions again and gives you a spare uniform.

The morning shift is rough, if you see one more kid act like they have never been outside before you might throw them! Then you got the adults acting like they got no damn brainbells.

Afternoon is fairly tame with some people enjoying their lunch. Some coming from church, some from work, others just want a bite to eat. Still see some kids but with parents that taught them better. During the slow lunch hour, you take some diner kid's pack crayons and paper table mat-thingy (not going to bother recalling the name). Carefully sketching out the people around.

The atmosphere was perfect!

By dinner table you wanted to pass the fuck out!

After completing the shift dad had you cover, you rest in front of the diner counter you bus numerous times now. It's a diner and you will die on that hill!

"You've improved." Checking out the sketch you drew with crayons. Once you drew him when you were little, soon every birthday and Father's day gift was a drawing of him as a way to show him your artistic growth and how important he is to you. He still has the drawing you made of super dad when you started getting into super heroes. "The eyes are off on this one." Pointing at an old woman you drew in the background.

Normally you hate unnecessary criticism you didn't ask for but from dad it brings a smile to your face. He always encouraged your artistic talent, even asked a friend at the station who worked as the sketch artist.

"Your nose is off." Poking his nose.

"Years of dealing with punches gets you a crooked nose."

It's nice to be able to talk to him after so long. Physically talk to him face to face. Sure it doesn't erase the emotional damage but at least… You know he loves you still.

*

Sunday night you are hanging at the restaurant (a diner but dad said it's a restaurant) while your dad is in the kitchen. Your shift ended two hours ago and currently it almost one in the morning.

You are on your tablet reading the chapter your professor wants to review tomorrow. You yawn as you had to reread a page twice because of wording. Highlighting certain words or sentences with a drag of your finger.

It is the late night shift at this Johnny Rocket looking diner and you think it would be a ghost town or maybe two people in here, it is sort of busy. Lots of night owls. There was a big break up in the back a few hours ago.

"How do you like it?"

"Still say it's a diner, dad." You smile at the way he rolls his eyes, shaking his head, "You even got the drama too." Jerking a thumb towards the crying girl with her ex boyfriend by her side.

"Again?" He sounds exasperated by the sight. Must be a regular. "Anyway, want something to eat?"

"Burger and fries oh I mean a burger and chips."

"Silly kid." Going back to the kitchen leaving you to go back to reading at the diner counter. You groan as you slightly move the stool, tempted to spin around in pure boredom.

Back when you were young, dad tried to spend as much time with you as possible given his job. He sometimes would miss things but made sure to make it up to mom and you. It was rough and back then you didn't appreciate how often he wasn't around, older you are grateful for him trying.

"Haven't seen your doll-face around here," Spanish accent and sharp scent of cologne draws your attention from your thoughts to the man sitting next to you. He wore a flat cap and dressed like a man from another era. Definitely someone you would love to…

"Steven?" The face is similar save for the mustache.

He raised an eyebrow, chuckling softly, "Seems you met my hermano." He turns his body completely towards the counter, pulling out a cigarette from his unlabeled small pack, "Don't tell me he has you waiting here for him." Tapping it on the counter.

"No, my dad works here." Steven has two brothers? One who speaks Spanish?

"Hey, Lockley, the usual?" Dad wipes his hands with a small towel before putting it in his apron pouch.

"Si." Voice so smooth with an accent. So different from Steven's British cute movie level accent.

You looked between them, "You know him?"

"Yeah, he's regular here. Helps drive home people like," Nudging his head towards the couple that wasn't a couple but now a couple again in the back. "The few not creepy cab drivers."

"Eh." You made a face. He looks like he works for an old time mobster.

"Be nice. This man was almost your godfather."

Dad never talked about his days in the military. You weren't sure why nor did you ever push to know, dad to you was only a police officer dad who hated superheroes. Not a drill sergeant who knew Jake Lockley and Marc Spector. From what jokes they crack and the way your dad looks comfortable around the cabbie driver, it is as if they are old friends. Both slipping into Spanish at times when you know they are saying something neither wants you to know about.

What a name… Jake. Steven, Marc, Jake; sounds like they sell insurance. And you already thinking how Spector sounds like the Specter of Vengeance from your favorite comic book series.

You lean forward now realizing your eyes are closing.

"Can you drive her home?" Dad being dad after seeing you dozing off while reading, "Got to do some overtime cleaning tonight." Not to be funny but you never thought your dad would trust you around any man.

"Who are you and where's my dad?" Sleepy chuckling at the way he looks offended. "I just need coffee."

"Two espressos and coffee."

Jake whistles.

"You just don't make them strong, dad."

"Uh huh," The last coffee he slipped you was smooth Mexican coffee with more hot chocolate blend than coffee. A bit underhanded, but hey, your dad isn't going to have you crashing hard later. "Jake, make sure my kid goes inside the building." Can't believe he really is dad-power moving on you.

"Unbelievable…" You sigh.

[tamcitrus]

vacation night

pairing: Benimaru Shinmon x f!reader

genre: nsfw (i really tried giving it a background, i really did)

warnings: spit play, spanking, slight dom/sub, breath play?, little degradation

words: 2.7 k

summary: working as a fire force officer you inevitably met and worked with the Seventh Company’s Captain and you grew a soft spot for him, so you went to visit him on your “vacations”

tam’s notes: it’s finally here, my first Fire Force fic. I knew as soon as I saw this man that I had to write for him. I hope my fellow Benimaru lovers enjoy reading this as much as I did while writing it.

tags: @writeiolite​ , @shinsotired​ , @loneveenas​ , @vventure​

"Ugh, you here again?" Benimaru walked past you and his friend, with the twins behind him. "I'm not interested in what you have to say, so please leave."

He was already in the next room when he finished talking.

"I'm sorry, he's… stubborn," Konro explained.

"Oh, don't worry, Konro-san. I can assure you I'm even more stubborn," you laughed. "Do you know a nice place where I can stay the night? I won't bother him now, I don't want to ruin your dinner."

"We have extra rooms, you can stay here if you like."

"Thanks. I'll take a look around the city and I'll be back," you smiled at the gentle man that made you company until now.

You walked around the city, bought some candies and went to sit by the river under the moonlight. A few minutes later you heard steps behind you and a big arm brushed yours when a person sat by your side.

"Why are you still here? Didn't I make myself clear?" Benimaru couldn't understand what it was about you that made him nervous.

"I'm not here for official business," you explained.

You were sitting on a bench facing the river and the man by your side had his back facing the river. You couldn't quite see the other's face but it wasn't necessary.

"I might apply for a new company," you whispered.

"We don't take people outside Asakusa," he anticipated.

"You don't."

"I'm not in charge."

"I'll ask Konro-san then."

"Tsk," he clicked his tongue and sighed. "Why―?"

"I like Asakusa. I'd like to be away from the Holy Sol Temple for a while…"

"Take some vacations," he said as if it was the most obvious thing ever.

You burst out in laughter. You couldn't believe a man this powerful could be so dense sometimes.

"I'm not making myself clear, I see. I'm here for you.”

He sighed. He had his suspicions and he was right.

“I don’t have time for this,” he answered.

You stayed silent. You had your suspicions too. Benimaru Shinmon didn’t look like a man interested in a relationship or any kind of romance. He had his job and his kingdom. And he was satisfied with it.

“Try not to wake up anyone when you come back to the headquarters,” he said as he walked away.

You smiled at him and observed his shadow disappear in the night. It was ok, you weren't hurt. It was just a simple crush on him, not like he was the love of your life or something. He could be but whatever.

You waited a few long minutes to stand up and walk back to the Seventh Company headquarter. Konro left a note with the room he had prepared for you and a little map to not get lost or get into someone else’s room, all of them marked with an X. You walked there and stared at the ceiling for another long period of time. You weren’t getting any sleep that night, you just knew, so you decided to leave. But you couldn’t leave without any notice so you wrote a note for Benimaru and walked to his door ―which Konro kindly pointed in the map with a different mark― to leave it there.

Once there, the curiosity bit you. You couldn’t hear anything, not even the slightest sign of his breathing, so you slowly opened the door to get inside and deliver your note.

It all happened so fast. You barely saw a flash of fire and then a hand in your throat had you pinned against the wall, without making a sound.

“Easy there, destruction king,” you said. He had your throat in one hand and your hand with the note in the other. “It's just me.”

“I could’ve killed you. What the fuck―?”

“Just wanted to leave a note before going my way,” you interrupted, as calm as you could with him all over you. “I didn’t think you would be so territorial.”

“Do you know how many people have tried something against me? Sneaking here and shit?”

“Pretty sure after a few tries they learned their lesson,” you joked.

“Are you leaving?” he asked without letting go even a little bit.

“I had a nice stay here today but I have to go,” you shrugged.

“What are you even wearing? In the middle of the night are you gonna walk out like this? Without a uniform?”

“A dress. Civilian clothes, Beni, I'm on vacation, remember? You should try it sometime,” you said, the pressure on your neck a bit lighter. “You’d look good without―”

Without your uniform, that's what you wanted to say. His mouth was over yours before you could mock him one more time. You made him come closer to you with your leg around his waist. He let go your arm and neck to grab your legs, you held to his shoulders to jump and cling to him. His torso had you against the wall as his hands explored your thighs.

You didn’t waste a second thinking about how he rejected you a few hours ago. You couldn't focus on anything else but his hands and his tongue, that wet muscle that was now tracing the veins from your neck to your shoulder. You moaned as his big hands grabbed your ass as hard as he could. He walked to his bed and let you fall there, as if you weighed nothing. You gasped when you felt your body hit his mattress. He was taking off his clothes without getting his eyes off of you for a second. It was almost like a lion stalking his prey before jumping to its neck to end the job.

“You’re big under all those oversized clothes,” you commented.

“You talk a lot,” he said.

“Want me to use my mouth for something else besides talking?” you smiled, you put up the most innocent smile that you could in that situation.

He sighed and rolled your dress up to your waist to position himself between your legs. You rolled your eyes at him even when he couldn’t see you. He bit your inner thigh and you closed your legs on pure instinct. You tried to, at least, but Benimaru’s hands held your legs at a safe distance from his head as he kept going up your skin and finally got to the point. He kissed your clothed clit and his mouth went up to your pelvis and belly until he met your dress again. He clicked his tongue and stood up to take your dress in his hands and ripped it apart, like it was a buttoned shirt.

You opened your mouth to complain but all you left out was a moan when you felt Benimaru’s mouth over your nipple. You tangled your hands in his hair and you were surprised by how soft it was. You threw your arm down between your bodies and took his erection on your hand to jack him off. He was… huge. Just like everything else on him, he was big and intimidating. His broad shoulders and chest, his big hands that could easily cover your whole face in one touch, he was just so powerful and big.

“What’s wrong?” he said and stopped to look at you. His different eyes looked at you through long locks of hair and even in the dark you could see a little blush on his face.

“Nothing,” you cleared your throat and moved your hand again before spacing out in your thoughts again.

Why get lost in a thought if you had the original one all over your body and kissing you in that same moment? You pulled his hair to hear him make some noise one more time, just in case you were dreaming. He growled when you moved your hips up and grinded your wet underwear against his bare dick.

“Just fuck me already, Beni,” you whispered on his ear as you tried to get rid of your underwear.

He helped you to get it off and then step back to admire your naked form on his bed. He also set your panty on fire, as if that little piece of fabric just did the most unforgivable thing to him. You giggled as you bent your knees and spread your legs open for him. He stood right in front of you again and took two of his fingers to his mouth and then to your pussy. You wiggled your hips at his touch so he rested one knee between your legs and put his other hand around your neck to try to keep you still.

You held to his bicep with both hands ―yes you needed both to get a hold around his arm― and moaned. You moved your hips desperately, silently begging for more. Without letting go of your throat he took his dick and teased your entrance, going up and down with his tip full of precum.

He could tease you like this the whole night just to watch you squirm and whine under his hands. But the reality was he wanted to fuck you just as much as you did. So he finally gave you -and himself- what you wanted. You arched your back at the feeling of him stretching you. Even with all the teasing and preparation you still needed a minute to adjust to his huge erection. He could be a bit rough with you but he still waited for you to signal him to keep going and when you squeezed his arm he took it as his signal.

He started thrusting slow, taking his time to see his dick disappearing between your folds. Once he had enough of that hypnotic view, he pushed himself balls deep into you, like his life depended on it. The pleasure clouded your mind, you had no space for something that wasn’t him right now, nor mentally or physically.

“Oh god fuck,” you whispered when he threw one of your legs over his shoulder and started thrusting in a new position. 

You couldn’t hear anything besides his heavy breathing, your moans and the constant skin-against-skin sounds. He pulled out and bent down to kiss you again.

“Turn around,” he ordered and you obeyed without a thought.

He slapped your ass and you screamed as you shut your eyes. You couldn’t hear him or see what he was doing so the expectation only added to your arousal. Then you felt his palm again on your skin and your pussy clenched around nothing.

“Again, p-please,” you said.

He chuckled and obliged. Your ass had three red marks with his hand shape and he felt proud of it. He used his fingers on you again as he kissed your spine up until he finally reached your head and whispered in your ear.

“Do you like it when I’m rough with you?” he asked. His deep voice made you feel like you were dreaming.

You nodded with desperate energy. You just wanted his dick inside you again, stretching you so good it almost hurted. And as he could read your mind, he kneeled behind you and used his hands to elevate your hips and thrust again into you. Seeing your ass hit against his pelvis was a glorious sight, he could feel himself on the edge of an orgasm just with it. But he couldn't do that to you. He took a fistful of your hair and pulled back so you couldn't muffle your moans with his cover anymore.

Beni fuck, holy sun and derivatives were the only things you could say between your moans and screams of pleasure. He slapped your ass again with all his strength when his thrusts became sloppy. Sweat dripped from his face to your back and tears of pleasure threatened to fall from your eyes if he kept that monstrous rhythm while ramming into you.

"This is what you wanted, right? Why don't you cum so I can see how bad you wanted this?" he said and slapped you again.

You moaned his name and your arms gave up to your weight and the strength of Benimaru's thrusts. He used a hand to touch your clit and rub it. That was your limit. Your climax hit you and you couldn't even keep your hips up, you collapsed on the bed as the man behind you observed as you struggled to catch your breath. He pumped his dick a few times before he started grinding against your ass and sucking bruises on your neck and shoulder, holding his weight with his hands on both sides of your head.

You felt cornered, trapped under his body and his dick still grinding between your ass cheeks, but you wanted more. So you asked for it.

"Such a good subordinate," he said as he made you roll on your back again.

He took your legs and threw them over his shoulders as he aligned his cock with your pussy to thrust again. He spit over his dick and your clit before starting to move, massaging over your sensitive organ to make you clench on him as he moved forward.

"Fuck," he hissed. He was balls deep inside you again but he didn't move this time.

You whined at the feeling of his cock stretching you again. It almost hurted, to feel him fill you like that and not move an inch.

He was biting his lower lip. You tried to move and he held your hips to make you stop.

"What's the rush?" he whispered and you were on the verge of tears again.

He knew what was the rush. He felt it too, your walls clenching on his dick, your legs trembling on his shoulders with the denial of pleasure.

He sighed. He couldn't keep his façade much longer, his balls ached for release. So he moved again, back and forward, hitting your cervix each time. You screamed and cried, it was too much. First nothing and then too much at once. You had your second and faster orgasm of your life. Benimaru lost it too, finally giving his body release, filling you up with his cum. He stood still again, feeling your pussy frantically clamping on his dick as your climax went down and your legs shaked still over his broad shoulders.

When you could breathe normally again he pulled out of you, cum dripping from your cunt and his dick to the bed.

You observed as he walked outside naked and came back with towels. You sat on the bed as you could, your legs were still shaking. Benimaru helped you to get up and cleaned you before taking off the covers and sheet of his bed.

"You shouldn't walk around naked, what if someone sees you?" you said. What if someone heard us, you thought.

"My room is the only one occupied on this wing, no one's around," he answered. "You can still stay here tonight."

"Here in the seventh or…?"

He didn't answer but he threw you one of his giant shirts before putting on some underwear and walking out again to get clean sheets. You walked out to the bathroom next to his room to wash your face and body. You would have marks in a few hours on a lot of places. You took your bag that was forgotten in the hallway and rushed inside his room again, you were still ashamed that someone saw you.

Benimaru was already sprawled on his bed, semi-naked and with one arm stretched to his side. You took that as an invitation to use it as a pillow as you laid by his side and tiredness finally took over your body.

When you woke up, Beni was gone. You assumed he was already working. You got dressed and you were ready to leave (again). When you walked outside, hoping no one was around, you were met by a soft oh that scared you.

"Konro-san, good morning!" you nervously smiled.

"Good morning. Did you enjoy your stay?"

You couldn't tell if he was joking or not, but you decided it was the latter. He didn't look the type to laugh at a nervous woman.

"I did, thank you. Your map was really helpful," you tried to joke now. "I have to go now, sadly. My vacations will be over soon."

"Come to see us whenever you like, I'm sure Waka will be pleased," he smiled.

"Thanks, again. See you next time," you said and walked away after slightly bowing to him.

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Pairing- Tom Hiddleston x Reader (news channel anchor)

Summary- People say falling in love can be a scary experience. Well, that scary experience for you had a different meaning for you.

Warnings- blood, horror, mystery, thriller, suspense (I suggest get a water bottle for yourself)

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"Susan Hive, another 25 y/o was found dead in her apartment approximately at 10:00 am today. Who is the mastermind behind these brutal murders? the mystery is still with the police to crack. The only witness in the case are the walls of the apartment which are covered in parts of human anatomy never seen before just like the other five murders. This is Y/N of NewsToday with cameraperson David on scene." You sighed after finishing your report and looked at the crime scene. The camera person packed his camera and headed towards the van as he couldn't handle the stench. With ripples on your forehead you contemplated your decision. Should you or should you not tell the officers.

But soon you let aside your dilemma. These were brutal murder cases that had everyone shook.

And you had a lead to follow.

"Who are you?" you whispered as you sat in your chair staring at the photo of the deceased Susan Hive with a man. The face was not visible as he wore a black hat and a black overcoat. "Typical" you said gesturing his attire, which was straight out of a murder mystery. Unfortunately, the officers couldn't find him. But the lead you had could directly deliver this man to you.

"North House please" explaining the address to the taxi driver, you couldn't miss his expressions. "You want to go to the North House?" he asked you with genuine concern. "If you are not comfortable, you can just drop me near the curb" you suggested understanding his hesitation. Reluctantly he drove the taxi and there you were. Standing outside the hospital for mental patients. "How much will it be?" asking the driver for the fare you rummaged through your purse.

"I will wait here miss. You can pay me later" he said. Of course, the deaths in this hospital would scare anyone. But you weren't here for the suicides, you were here for the murders.

"I am here to see someone. A Mrs. Hill." you spoke confidentially to the receptionist. "For an investigation, are we?" the receptionist questioned. "It's confidential" you replied with knitted eyebrows. "oh! of course it is." she chuckled.

The receptionist accompanied you to Mrs. Hill's room. She was the oldest patient, who had been in the hospital for for around thirty years. Every patient, every staff member; she had seen for herself. "Are you here for the investigation for Susan Hive?" the receptionist questioned. Your head whipped faster than the wings of a bee. "You knew her?" you enquired. "Yes, I knew all five of them. They were interning under me." she answered.

"Janice Dean" her ID card read. "Of course" you murmured. Ten days back you had found one of the victim's case file from the officers which had something in common. North House, all three of them worked here and now so did Susan Hive.

"Don't worry I won't bug her too much" putting a and on Ms. Dean's shoulder you reassured her. She offered you a tired smile. With that she unlocked the door and you saw Mrs. Hill sitting on her chair.

"He killed another one didn't he?" she enquired in her shaky voice as if she knew it was going to happen. "Yeah. Do you know you he is?" trying to keep your posture, you asked. "No, but I have seen him." she replied. "Black eyes which weren't even his. Long hair which covered his face and the cuts." "Everyone thought, something was wrong in his head. They tried all kinds of medicines but none of them worked. He kept screaming and yelling every day. It would echo you know. The screams. Other patients could feel it too. But the doctors didn't know something." she explained but suddenly trailed off.

"He was possessed" she declared.

"How did he get out. I mean the patient like--" "Demon" she corrected. "We saw a body lying in his room. We thought its him. He had cuts all over his face so it was recognizable. The post mortem reports found out it was one of our doctors. He escaped as his disguise." explained Ms. Dean.

You couldn't get the fact out of your head as you stepped outside the hospital. With quivering hands, you opened the taxi's door. Looking at your condition, the driver ran to the opposite side of the street and bought you a water bottle. "You should go home miss." the driver suggested. "Beverly Hills Apartments please". The driver nodded and drove you home.

Maybe you should tell the police. It was not your job to go after the killer. Of course it would be one of the biggest news article for your company but this, its not worth it. Just then your phone rang. All of that tension and weird feeling in your chest was replaced by a sense of comfort. It was Tom.

"Hey babe! dinner's ready, when are you coming home?" he asked in his cheerful voice. You chuckled and said, "I started right now. Is my kitchen all right?" you mocked. "Uh..sort of. I'll help you clean though" he replied like a child caught doing something wrong. It was comforting to have him in your life. Amidst all of this, he was the exact person you needed. "Love you honey" you said unexpectedly. He could sense your uneasiness and knew your line of work. It can be terrifying sometimes. "Love you too..Hey, I am right here." he said immediately putting a smile on your face.

You met him three years ago. How boring can news conferences be? it was something you knew very well. But it was a little bit tolerable when a hot shot investigating officer suddenly made his way to you. Tom and you immediately clicked. As if you were meant to be. One date led to another and suddenly he started picking you up from your work almost every single day. You remembered he had proposed on your cruise date which had you in complete awe. How could you say no to such a perfect man. His beautiful eyes which were a perfect peek to your universe, his warm embrace and how he fit in your life perfectly made it so much easier. He made it easier.

The sudden nostalgia calmed your nerves and you took a deep breath in. Within no time you were home. You leaped out of the taxi, paid the man and ran to your apartment. As you were going to ring the bell, Tom opened the door and picked you up in his arms. Both of you giggled as he kissed you passionately. With your fingers curling in his long wet hair and his arms coiling your waist, you could melt under his effect and you did.

"Tada!! Fish N chips" Tom declared in his voice that he called his disney voice. You chuckled at his endearing self. Both of you couldn't spend enough time with each other with all these murders. He too was tensed but never showed it in front of you. The least you could do was to help him out. You watched your favorite drama as the both of you ate your dinner.

After the chocolate ice-cream, he got up to get the wet wipe to wipe your face which was covered in chocolate. You were gone out cold because of the tiring day. He picked up the plates and noticed you had run out of kitchen soap. "Back in a few" he wrote on a post it and pasted it on the fridge. He wore his black overcoat and decided to forego his phone and left.

"Tom? babe?" you woke up around five minutes and searched the house. Suddenly the post it note grabbed your attention. You chuckled when you saw it and you knew a lot of unwanted things were gonna be purchased. Who could help it, its Walmart after all.

You saw his phone and found his headphones on the table. He would sit on his chair for hours and listen to his music but he never shared them with you. So you grabbed the opportunity and plugged in his headphones.

"19-21-19-1-14 8-9-12-12" the first song read. Then you realized it was a recording. "Mr Hiddleston sings?" you scoffed as you pressed the play button.

"Ahhh" a woman screamed and with that you immediately grabbed the headphones and threw them. "Oh God" you whined as you rubbed your ears. You played all the five recordings and all of them were similar. Screams. Then it hit you. The numbers were different and were too wrong to be dates. WHAT IF?

"19,S,21,U,19,S,1,A,14,N 8,H,9,I,12,L,12,L" you wrote on a piece of paper. "Susan hill?" you gasped. All the other four recordings added up to the all the other four victims. You sat there staring at the paper.

"It took you long enough" Tom spoke from behind you. You flinched as walked away from him. "Did you?" you asked. "The screams, oh my soul was cleansed" he said as he put his hand on his chest. Tears were rolling down your cheeks as you looked at his face. He was in content, in peace. "Why did you kill them? What had they done to you?" you enquired.

"THEY LAUGHED!!" he yelled. Your eyes widened as you looked at him. It wasn't your Tom, it was someone else.

He was possessed.

"They fucking laughed when I was being experimented on. I cried for help but they were too busy laughing. Fucking bitches" he scoffed. "You know when I made cuts on their skin how peaceful it felt. Slowly, deeply I dragged my knives on their skins and watching them slowly dying because of the pain. So good. They were the ones who cried and screamed and I was the one who laughed." He was a maniac explaining his masterplan. Little did he know everything he said, you were recording it all.

"You think you can run away with it?" you mocked trying to make him spill out. "How will they know Y/N? I am the chief investigating officer." he ran the tip of his fingers on your cheeks. But you didn't waver, he was a demon. "All this time I have been trying to erase all the evidence" he spoke as he turned his back on you.

"But you?" he turned and walked towards you. He bought his face closer to your neck and kissed your neck. If it were any other day, your eyes would slowly close themselves as he would press you against the surface. But today there was nothing but tears. "You are my favorite. I can't leave any witnesses. But don't worry, your screams will live in my recordings. You know how much I love making you scream now don't you my love?" He laughed sheepishly.

THUD THUD. The bang on the door grabbed his attention. He looked at you made a sign with a finger in his lips. Was this the man you loved? Who was he? You thought as you looked at him slowly unlocking the door.

"Ahh LEAVE ME GET OFF" he yelled in surprised as the police officers pinned him on the floor. Slowly you got your phone in front of him which you were hiding behind you and showed him the 911 number. The officers dragged him away but his hooded eyes would not leave your soul.

Two days later, while clearing his room. You found a notebook with all the five victim's name on it which was struck of with a red marker and also five knives covered in dried blood. "Why?" you whimpered as tears made their way down your cheeks. Your company had printed one of the biggest hit ever and were at the top. You were promoted and were appreciated by everyone but at what cost? You were scarred for life.

Back in the North House, Mrs Hill was sitting on her chair as the receptionist were cleaning her room. "Oh no" Mrs Hill exclaimed. "What is it Nana?" enquired Ms. Dean. "Y/N call her!! NOW"

Something was going to happen.

At the prison cell, all the officers were in havoc as one of the security guard was found dead in Tom's prison cell. Hysterical laughs and water droplets echoed through the hallway as Y/N was written on the wall and was struck of by the dead security guards' blood.

You were sleeping when Ms. Dean called you. "Hello" you spoke in your grumpy voice, the sleeping pills were slowly kicking in. "T-TOM!" her line was cut because of the heavy rain. Just then you got a message that Tom had escaped.

"What? where did he go?" you murmured to yourself and then you heard it. The hysterical laughter and the sound of the recording button being pushed.

"I am right here my love" he said.

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A/N: Hey guys, here is my first Tom Hiddleston fic. For the those of you who don't know me personally I am a contemporary dancer and this fiction I had seen being performed on the stage. I loved the suspense and I loved writing it even more. Writing this was a challenge and it was a wonderful experience and I hope you all like this as well.😘

Tom Hiddleston is such a versatile actor and just fits in any character which is the main reason why I love him so much. It was very easy for me to visualize his demeanor in this character and I tried my level best converting it into words. Let me know what you think about this fic.😃

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The lieutenant ran his fingers across his hair, letting out an exasperated sigh as he paced back and forth around the desk. His eyes would sometimes look back at the young woman sitting in the chair across the desk, arms crossed, leg draped over the other and a stoic facial expression that had been plastered on since the moment they caught her.

It wasn't an easy task. She nearly slipped out of their hands like most of her colleagues did, but not this time. This time they were finally able to catch one of their enemies and they were going to make use of it through interrogation.

The problem?

There was nothing that would make her budge. The other sergeants and officers already put her through the grueling process of locking her up in solitary confinement, used menacing intimidation and even threatened to kill her on the spot, which did result in finally getting a reaction out of her, an amused smirk on her lips.

"You're not going to kill me. You need me, no matter what way you look at it. If you finish me off, you won't be any closer to finding out what we're planning. But please, feel free to pull the trigger if you wish."

She was smart, too smart, too loyal and to stubborn to say anything other than mock teasing and sarcastic comments to all members of the police force. The chief of police was so tired and irked by her uncooperative attitude and the ineptitude of his subordinates that he delegated the task of breaking her to the two men whom he knew would definitely get the job done:

Captain Kang and Lieutenant Choi.

They both knew they were up against a hard headed individual, but even she was testing their patience. The lieutenant was already tired and ready to punch that pretty face of hers, while the captain was still sitting on the couch next to her, silently observing her every move and facial expression, or lack of one, to see anything that might give something away. But even he admitted to himself that he was quite impressed by her devotion to her gang.

He was broken out of his trance when he heard the lieutenant punch the wood desk in front of him.

"That's it! I'm sick and tired of you little vixen being so stubborn! I'll get the answers out of you one way or another!"

When he began marching over to her, the captain immediately got up and held him back.

"Jongho! Stop. We're not supposed to lay any hands on a suspect." Yeosang calmly reminded him.

"I don't give a fuck right now Yeosang! Hongjoong told us to get the job done by any means necessary and I'm honestly not above beating the crap out of a cold blooded killer like her."

The killer in question let out a scoff and rolled her eyes.

"You call us cold blooded killers, but how many times have your subordinates shot people right on the spot before even confirming it was the right target?"

Both of the men looked over at her, their faces looking somewhat ashamed.

"Exactly what I thought." She concluded her point.

Jongho was going to say something, but Yeosang hushed him.

"Let me handle this for a moment."

Jongho shook his head and went to go slump down on the couch, exhausted from dealing with the suspect after 4 long hours. Yeosang calmly went to stand right in front of her. As opposed to sitting on the chair behind the desk, he casually hopped on top of it and let his legs swing on the air.

"Y/N, is it?" He tilted his head.

"So the folder says right?" She raised an eyebrow.

"Pretty name nonetheless."

His smile caught her off guard. He, like her, had a usually cool and collected expression, so to see him suddenly show emotion kinda startled her. Yeosang folded his hands across his lap.

"Now then my dear Y/N, you've been here for nearly 2 weeks now. I'm sure you, like most of my men here, are exhausted and utterly tired from all these....negotiations."

She held back from saying anything. She wouldn't necessarily call it negotiations if it was all very ine sided and they just seemed to throw threats at her left and right.

"So...tell me, what is it going to take for you to talk? Hmm?"

Yeosang batted his eyelashes at her, looking at her with such an intense gaze that burned a hole in her skin. She felt herself flush. He was remarkably good looking, and that formal attire wasn't helping. Noticing that he was indeed affecting her, Yeosang smirked and got off the desk.

"Tell me....is there something you want in exchange?"

His hands were placed behind his back as he rounded up behind her, eyes bearing down on her, catching sight of the cleavage peeking out from the beige trench coat she was wearing. Unconsciously, he licked his lips as a dangerous yet thrilling idea popped into his head. Placing his hands on her shoulders and rubbing them gently, Yeosang bent his head down to whisper in her ear.

"Come on doll, everyone cracks at one point or another.......so what's it going to be for you to put that pretty mouth of yours to work?"

She involuntarily shivered at his deep voice, which he purposefully lowered to produce a bigger effect on her. Dragging his lips down the side of her neck, his fingers began undoing the belt across her coat. The suspect looked down and panicked as she remembered that she wasn't wearing any actual clothes under it, only a black lingerie set consisting of a bra, panties and fishnet thigh thighs with a garter belt, a naughty little secret that Yeosang soon found out about it.

"Oh god, you kinky little girl." He chuckled as he placed hot, open mouth kisses on her shoulder.

"Ummm....Yeosang? We're not supposed to-...."

Jongho's tense voice reminded them both that they weren't alone.

"I know, not supposed to lay a finger on a suspects. But as you said, Hongjoong gave us permission to get her talking by any means necessary..."

Yeosang looked back at his partner as he began to turn Y/N's chair so he could get a glimpse of her.

"Now look at this pretty little doll and tell me you don't want to put your hands on her."

Jongho's eyes widened when he saw her undergarments on display, a tent immediately growing on his pants that made him feel embarrassed.

"Bloody hell..." Jongho bit his lips.

Agreeing with him, Yeosang turned his attention back to the young woman in the chair.

"Now babydoll, I'm going to say this once again: are you going to start talking or should my partner and I break you?"

The spy let out a dry laugh.

"You'll never break me."

Both Yeosang and Jongho glanced at each other, smirking at her answer.

"Is that a challenge? Fine. Have it your way."

Not knowing how he did, Y/N soon found herself on top of the desk in the blink of an eye, coat dropped to the floor, legs spread with Yeosang in between them. His delicate fingers held her chin up as he kissed her roughly. He slapped the bare skin of her thigh when she tried to push him away, eliciting a sharp whine from her. Moving his fingers to harshly squeeze her cheeks, Yeosang growled as he bit down on her lip.

"Open your mouth." He commanded her.

When she yet again refused, he slapped her once again on the same spot he had hit previously, this time with more force. Taking advantage of her parted lips, he slipped his tongue inside her mouth, one hand going to the back of her head and pulling her hair back so he could explore her mouth even deeper.

Meanwhile Jongho was squirming in his seat, hand restlessly palming in between his legs.

"Hyung....can't I at least see?" He complained as the older male's body prevented him from seeing the scantily clad woman.

"You'll get your turn eventually Jongho. I'm simply warming up our suspect first."

Yeosang dragged his mouth down her neck, suckling at her soft skin til he was sure to leave bruises plastered for the days to come. Y/N gasped when he suddenly slipped a hand inside her panties, hand palming at her folds, feeling all the arousal she had already produced.

"You're being very cooperative so far doll." Yeosang pecked her lips and chuckled darkly.

"Even if I did have to get a little rough."

Moving aside so Jongho could get a clear view, Yeosang began to strip off the remaining clothing off her til she sat there naked in front of the two men who were still in their uniforms. Feeling shy at being exposed in front of the two authority figures, she quickly clenched her thighs shut and wrapped her arms around her chest. Frowning at her actions, Yeosang pulled her arms away.

"Hey, baby, no. We're having none of that. Don't make me get the handcuffs."

She let out a shameless moan, her tight hole clenching around nothing as she pictured them bending her over the desk and binding her arms behind her.

"Hyung, I think she'd like that." Jongho didn't miss the way she reacted, a snort coming out of his nose.

"As much as I'd like that, I wanna see her be a good girl for us, cause she can be. Right doll? You can be a good girl for us right?"

Y/N wanted to do the exact opposite, disobey them and be the bad girl she knew she was. She looked over at Yeosang with a defiant look that seemed to ask 'try me', which he noticed. When she was about to speak, he quickly shushed her when he cupped her soaked heat, thumb circling her clit, causing her to let out a choked gasp.

"There now, you see you can be a good girl."

With his thumb not leaving her clit, 2 fingers began probing at her entrance, testing the waters before pushing them inside her. Y/N threw her head back and hummed erotically at the way Yeosang worked his fingers inside her, curling the tips to brush against her sweet spot.

"God Jongho she's so wet and tight."

Jongho let out a moan, the hand that was wrapped around the base of his thick and girthy cock pumping faster, thumb playing with his slit.

"Fuck. I can't wait to be inside her, I bet she'll hug our cocks very nicely." He groaned.

Yeosang sped up his movements, fingers circling in and out of her.

"I can't wait to taste her. Shit."

Y/N squeaked loudly when Yeosang dropped to his knees and attached his lips to her clit, slurping and sucking at it, tongue toying around with it as he pleased. He alternated between giving it kitten licks before covering it entirely with his mouth, tongue lapping at her bud as if it was his last meal. It is too much for her, having his long fingers pumping in and out of her at an incredible speed while his mouth was focused on playing around with her clit.

"Hyung I think she's going to cum." Jongho pointed out, fascinated by the scene taking place in front of him.

Humming into her mound, Yeosang smirked before stuffing a third finger in, effectively sending her over the edge as she began cumming on his face and fingers. He let out an accomplished sigh as he pulled his fingers out of her and spread her folds apart to place his mouth on her dripping hole, collecting every last bit of her juices.

Although she was worn out, she had no time to rest as Yeosang picked her up and began carrying her over to the couch, placing her on Jongho's lap.

"She's all yours for now Lieutenant. I suggest you behave darling, he's known for getting a little rough." Yeosang winked at her.

Y/N looked down at the dark haired male, his deep brown eyes staring at her with intense lust and want. Her eyes took in his arms, the sleeves of his white dress shirt were rolled up past his elbows, but even underneath the fabric, she could see his muscles poking out, threatening to tear through the shirt. He was big, and it made her wonder how it would feel to have those strong arms hoist her up into the wall and fuck the living daylights out of her. Before she could even finish that fantasy, her gaze traveled further down and noticed how ridiculously thick his thighs were....

And she was straddling them right at that moment.

Noticing where she was looking at, Jongho let out an amused laugh.

"You like them baby?"

She nodded immediately, hand reaching down to grip one of them. His muscles were no joke and when he flexed his thigh, she felt herself get heated once more. Understanding what the situation was, Jongho leaned in and ran his thumb across her bottom lip.

"Wanna ride my thigh babygirl?"

Seeing her eyes sparkle at his suggestion, Jongho couldn't help but mutter to himself how cute she was. Setting her down next to him, he quickly pulled his pants down, leaving himself only in his boxer briefs. Y/N was practically drooling at the sight of his thighs. They were even better than she imagined. Jongho patted them.

"Take your pick love."

Y/N scrambled to sit up and hoist one leg over the thigh nearest to her. Jongho's large hands gripped her hips, eyes looking up at her.

"Go ahead. Fuck yourself on my thigh babygirl."

Jongho watched in amazement as she began grinding her hips down onto him, the slick of her previous orgasm coating his skin. He couldn't keep his hands to himself as they went from her hips down to cup her ass, squeezing her cheeks apart and then harshly pinching them. One hand even came up then came back down to slap her thigh harshly, making Y/N yelp.

"I said fuck yourself on my thigh. Can't even do that? Is that too much for a dumb slut like you?" He mocked her.

Her hands held onto his shoulders as she began to rut herself faster on his thigh, desperate to chase the high was fast approaching her once more. Jongho's hand slapped her ass once more.

"That's it. Just like that. Fuck yourself on my thigh like the horny little bitch you are."

He slapped her 3 more times before he opened his mouth and took one of her breasts inside it. His tongue swirled around her nipple before sucking on it. Feeling a little more sadistic, he actually placed much of her breasts in his mouth before sinking his teeth down, causing her to let out more than a couple shrieks at his rough treatment.

"Oh shut up you know you like it you whore." He said as he slapped her chest with full force, her breasts bouncing from the hit.

She never thought she'd ever get turned on by such disrespect but here she was, fucking herself on a detective's thigh as his hands were either slapping her ass or tits and his mouth left bites across her chest, slurping away at her succulent nipples.

"You gonna cum you little bitch? Cum again like the slut you are? I bet you are."

Jongho flexed his thigh as he felt her speed up her movements. His hands grabbed both of her tits and pressed them together. Dipping his head low, he sucked both of them into his mouth, unashamedly letting out loud suckling sounds as he worked her towards her second high. With her head thrown back, Y/N quivered on top of Jongho. With a loud popping sound, he released his hold on her boobs to grip her thighs and keep her from falling onto the floor. He kept pushing his thigh up into her, fucking her through her high, tears spilling out from how sensitive she was.

"You wanted to cum and making sure you cum as much as you can. Make a mess on my thigh."

Jongho watched as a thin trail of slick rolled off his thigh and onto the carpet under his feet. His hands still bounced the girl on top of him until her breathing calmed down.

"That's a good little bitch." He giggled softly, staring proudly at his work in front of him.

Turning back towards the desk, Jongho looked at Yeosang who by this time had already stripped himself completely of his attire.

"What do we do with her now?" Jongho waited for instructions.

With a mischievous grin, Yeosang beckoned both of them over with his finger.

"Bring her over here. It's our turn to have a little fun."

Getting the hint, Jongho effortlessly picked her up as if she weighed nothing. He delicately carried her over to the desk, peppering butterfly kisses on her face, getting her guard down for the moment. When she was relaxed, he immediately slammed her down onto the desk, her body jolting up from how hard she fell back. Yeosang looked back at him with furrowed eyebrows.

"Jongho, she's still a material witness. Try not to break our only piece of evidence please."

Jongho scoffed.

"We're literally about to make a mess all over her body and then fuck her dumb, I doubt there's no way we can't not break her. Besides....."

He looked down at her flustered figure, hand caressing her cheek.

"The kitten here likes it rough. Why do you think her claws haven't retracted yet?"

Giving her cheek a little pat, Jongho began untying his tie, loosening it up before throwing it across the room, his shirt soon following in the similar fashion. Y/N's eyes shot wide when she saw his buff, toned body, his arms were huge and could probably crush her without breaking so much as a sweat. Her gaze was ripped away when she felt Yeosang crawl up her body, his thighs straddling her chest as his long member slapped in between the valley of her breasts.

"Let me give you a run down of how this is going to work doll. I'm going to fuck these pretty tits of yours while you make sure to suck Jongho off real good. Got it?"

Y/N obediently nodded, more than willing to let the two men use her like a mere fuck toy. Her hand gripped Yeosang's cock, spreading a bit of precum around before lightly stroking him, working him up before he fucked her tits.

"Spit on it."

Following his orders, she spat on his cock, using it as lubricant to spread all over him. Her thumb played with the head, circling around it and toying around with the slit. They were so immersed in their little world, the man next to them fuming at being forgotten. He caught her attention once again when he hit her face with his thick cock. Y/N's mouth dropped open immediately when she saw it. It was so big, bigger than anything she'd seen let alone put inside any of her holes. He teased her by sliding the tip across her face, her tongue darting out to have a little taste but he pulled back, making her whine.

"Tsk. I knew she was a hungry little cockslut." Jongho said in mock pity.

"Don't tell me you're actually going to turn down her offer of sucking you off." Yeosang knew better.

"Fuck no. But she's not just going to suck me off. I'm going to fuck that little face of hers until her lips are red and swollen. Gonna make a mess all over that pretty face of hers." He grinned evilly.

Removing her hand from his cock, Yeosang instead guided her to cup her breasts, squeezing them together before he slipped his cock in between them. Y/N kept her eyes glued on the sinful image, enjoying seeing his head poke out from her tits. As if it couldn't get better, Jongho placed his hand on her chin, guiding her face to look up and take his cock inside her mouth, barely fitting half of it inside.

"It's so warm." Jongho held back from immediately fucking her mouth.

"Makes you wonder how her pussy feels doesn't it?" Yeosang chuckled.

Looking back down at her stuffed face and chest, the men lightly cooed at her, moving some hair away from her face.

"If you want us to stop or it gets too much, just tap on Jongho's thigh 3 times ok?"

She held up a thumbs up at their words. Once she gave them the green light, they didn't hesitate to start moving, one sliding his cock back and forth between her boobs while the other pulled in and out of her mouth. Y/N worked hard to concentrate on sucking Jongho off while keeping her breasts pressed around Yeosang's cock. She felt so dirty committing all these sinful acts with these men of power, what would her gang say if they found out she got involved so intimately with the enemy? She didn't care. She was too stuffed with 2 large cocks to give 2 damns at the moment.

"Fuck- just like that baby- Oh god yes! You're doing such a good job." Jongho hissed as he pushed deeper into her mouth, grunting when he heard her gag around his length.

Unlike his more vocal partner, Yeosang was more on the quiet side, mostly letting out blissful sighs and heavy breathing, although occasionally he let out a loud groan when he rubbed against her squishy skin in a certain way. His hands moved to keep her breasts pressed against his dick, letting her take a break and steady herself on the desk underneath her for what was going to come.

Jongho was the first one to get rough. His hands held her face in place as he began furiously fucking her mouth. Y/N hollowed out her cheeks as much as she could, saliva pouring down her cheek and chin from how hard Jongho was going. She began releasing a series of whimpers which were occasionally choked out when he forced her to deep throat his entire length, her nose touching and inhaling his large balls.

Yeosang soon followed suit, his thrusts becoming more sloppy, voice now becoming louder as he felt himself cumming any minute now.

"Fuck! Oh my-"

Yeosang dug his nails into her skin from how tightly he was gripping her tits together, he began gasping as he tried to fuck himself over the edge. Jongho noticed and couldn't stop the shit eating grin on his face from appearing.

"If only you could see Hyung's face right now kitten. He looks so pathetic, whining like a little brat trying to cum all over your tits."

"Sh-shut up!" Yeosang stuttered, eyes clenched as he felt himself on the brink of his high.

"You ready to have your tits all covered in his cum? Hmm? I bet you are, Hyung is just dying to paint all over them."

No longer able to hold back, Yeosang released his hold on her breasts, one hand coming up to finish jerking himself off as his cum spurted all over her chest, some of it hitting her chin. Y/N moaned erotically when she felt his hot and sticky liquid coat her boobs. Pulling Jongho's length out of her mouth, she began to pump him to get him to spill himself as well.

"Cum on my face Lieutenant, please. Make a mess on my pretty little face."

Unable to resist her begging nor her mouth opening wide, tongue sticking out to catch his semen once it did come out, Jongho cursed loudly. His hips stuttered and Y/N closed her eyes when his cum began to shoot at her face. Her hand didn't cease to pump him until she made sure she had milked him out of all his cum. Swirling her tongue around her lips to collect more of his cum in her mouth, her hands went to her breasts, groping them and spreading more Yeosang's cum across her body. The men were left speechless at her actions.

"Holy shit." Yeosang stared in shock while Jongho snickered.

"Told you she was a dirty little slut."

Y/N couldn't help but giggle at his words.

"Guilty as charged."

Struggling to sit up, Yeosang kindly helped her out, his arms wrapping around her waist as he stared at her with loving eyes.

"You know, even with all that cum on your face, you're still very beautiful." He complimented her, giving her nose a tiny peck.

"Don't fall for her yet romeo, we still need to get her to talk and frankly...I'm not done with her yet."

Yeosang looked back at Jongho.

"Ok, so you wanna go first in pounding her sweet pussy?"

Having another idea, Jongho had a mischievous twinkle in his eye.

"Actually.....I was thinking about stuffing my cock inside her ass."

Y/N whipped her head back at the strong male, Yeosang also looking at him with an incredulous look, but Jongho simply shrugged.

"What? You got a thing for tits and I have a thing for ass. Who are you judging? Now if you're not going to do anything else, hand her over to me and I'll handle her."

Yeosang thought about it for a few seconds. Still holding Y/N, he picked her up and moved her to the couch, whispering something in her ear. She blushed at his suggestion, making Yeosang giggle.

"If you don't want to, that's ok." He assured her, lips kissing across her temples.

Y/N looked at Jongho, who was waiting impatiently for an answer. Cupping Yeosang's face, she kissed him softly before pulling back and nodding. Feeling content with her answer, Yeosang pointed to the spot next to them on the couch.

"Sit."

Although he was taken aback by the sudden order, Jongho nonetheless went over and sat next to the rather lovey dovey couple. Yeosang carefully lifted Y/N up and placed her on Jongho's lap.

"Be extremely gentle when entering her behind ok? It doesn't work the same as the other hole."

Jongho furrowed his eyebrows.

"Are you seriously about to give me a sex ed class right now? I know what I'm doing man."

Wetting one of his fingers, Jongho circled around Y/N's rim, gently testing at first. Slipping his finger in, he payed attention to her body movements and breathing, stopping whenever she squirmed too much or when she inhaled too sharply. Once his finger was in, he stilled in there for a few seconds before proceeding to stretch her hole out. It was a foreign sensation to her, and although it ached for a fat minute, Y/N soon found herself loving the feeling. And soon Jongho's finger wasn't enough and she craved more. Her hand reached back to grip his arm.

"Please.....more.." She pleaded with him.

Slipping his finger out, Jongho quickly positioned his thick cock at her ass, slowly sinking her down onto it. Y/N lost her voice, the noises that were supposed to come out of her mouth becoming mute as she felt overwhelmed by Jongho's cock ripping through her virgin ass.

"Easy there. Give her time to adjust." Yeosang reminded him, his hands going to her hair to caress her scalp in a tender way.

Y/N took deep and steady breaths, letting her body become adjusted to the intrusion of Jongho's cock. She lifted herself up and sank back down, experimenting for a moment to check if she was ok. Twisting her neck, she caught sight of Jongho's eyes which were silently asking her if it was all right to proceed. She nodded and with that, his hands lifted her up and sunk her back down onto his length.

"Jesus. She's so tight." He rasped out, wanting to bounce her as he liked but held back until he felt she was ready.

Y/N soon got adjusted to having him hit her from the back, but she felt like something was missing. Her hand reached down to play with her clit, but even that didn't prove to be as effective. Turning to Yeosang, she looked up at him with glossy eyes.

"Yeosang can you-?"

He looked towards where she pointed at. Getting the hint, he guided her to lean back against Jongho so it'd be easier for him to push inside of her. Locking eyes with her, he slammed his length fully in her with one swift roll of his hips, making both of them moan at that.

"H-hyung! Even I felt that!" Jongho blurted out, his hips snapping up and making Y/N bounce on his cock.

"Good. I want you both to feel as I fuck and claim this little pussy."

Draping her arms around his shoulders, Yeosang began a rather fast pace as his cock stroked deep inside of her. The room was filled with nothing but the lewd sounds of their skin slapping against one another, squealching noises from their previous spurt of liquids and the harsh breaths and pants coming out of their mouths. Jongho had his head thrown back against the wall, hands digging into the sides of Y/N's waist, swears coming out of his mouth so many times it'd put sailors to shame. Yeosang either kept his eyes glued towards where he and Y/N were connected or back up at her face, watching her face contort with pleasure as she was being fucked past her limit. Kissing her once again, he muffled both hers and his grunts, hand reaching down to rub at her clit. Y/N whimpered uncontrollably as she felt her third orgasm for the night wash over her, body shaking and quivering wildly. If she wasn't being held up by both men, she would have surely collapsed on the floor. Her walls tightened around Yeosang's length, inching him closer to his second orgasm.

"Is it ok if I cum inside you doll? Will you let me do that? Please?"

Through tears in her eyes, she quickly nodded nearly combusting for another time when Yeosang coated her inner walls with his cum, a chant of her name coming out of his mouth as he continued to thrust inside her until he came down from his high. Jongho was not far behind. Feeling her thrash on top of him and seeing Yeosang cum served to push him over the edge as well. He slammed up against Y/N as he fucked his cum up her ass, some of it leaking out and spilling onto his thighs.

"Oh god oh God Oh god!" He cried out, hips stilling when he finally stopped cumming, his body desperately gasping for air.

They all stayed quiet for a moment. Yeosang was the first to recover. Pulling out of Y/N, he then lifted her off Jongho. She grimaced at the dull sting she felt after having both of her holes used and at ached at the empty feeling afterwards. Yeosang carefully laid her on the couch while Jongho went to go get some wet tissues and hand towels they kept in the room to clean themselves and her up. After making sure she was wiped down thoroughly, Yeosang grabbed one of his coats that were hanging in the room and covered her in it. His hand lightly patted her head, fingers delicately running through her hair, a fond smile was plastered on his face. Knowing that look too well, Jongho shook his head.

"Hyung, don't get any ideas. She's still a suspect and we still have a job to do."

Getting brought back to reality, Yeosang let out a defeated sigh.

"I doubt she'll still want to talk though."

Opening her eyes, Y/N finally admitted something.

"It's not that I don't want to, it's that I'm scared."

Both men looked at her with concern.

"If I open my mouth, I know they'll come hunt me down and do god knows what for opening my mouth." She explained.

Finally understanding what she meant, both men sat down beside her.

"Y/N, you don't have to be afraid. I give you my word, not only as captain of the police force, but as me, Kang Yeosang, I promise that I won't let anything happen to you should you choose to cooperate with us. I won't let anyone hurt you."

Lifting her hand up, he placed a tender kiss on the top of it.

"I'll make sure to keep surveillance on and around you at all times and you can stay with one of us until we bring the criminals down." Jongho added as well.

Looking into their eyes, she felt comforted and safe enough to trust them. Sitting up, she clutched Yeosang's hand tightly and gave them both a dry laugh.

"Guess you guys really did break me huh?"

Both men laughed along with her.

"What can we say? We're just too good at our job."

They both sent each other a mischievous wink and smirk, before returning their gaze back to the female on the couch, ready to start listening to her story.

[chrisevansgoodgirl]

i've heard allegations 'bout your reputation, i'll show you my shadows if you show yours

summary: requested (like a year ago, sorry!)  Reader and Andy getting in a legitimate fight or maybe flirting in front of him with one of his colleagues to get under his skin because he hasn’t touched her in weeks from being so busy jealous Andy would be so dominant I’m weak i took some liberties and set it at the christmas eve party at andy’s office.

warnings: andrew barber being r o u g h  😩 😩 😩 and jealous 😩  and mean bc i just so deeply want this man to yell at me and pull my hair bc he’s an angry daddy, however, he is not called daddy in this story bc i don’t do it unless you guys ask me to. so smut, and he’s in charge and i’m dead about it. more videos being made bc apparently that’s on my mind.

word count: around 7,500

pairing: andy barber x reader

a/n: i hate that it took me so long to post this but here i am, almost a month late with a christmas eve party story. i have very little shame tbh.

You were not unreasonable, no matter what Andy claimed. You could always admit what was your fault—which was about 80% of all disagreements—but Andy had his faults, too. Tonight? Well, you weren’t innocent…but you were not the only one to blame.

This was the third Christmas party he had taken you to. The first year had not completely been his doing. Lynn had been bothering him about it and he would have gotten away with pretending it just wasn’t possible had Lynn not run into you at the coffee shop near Andy’s house.

You had been accustomed to Andy by then. He didn’t put distance between you two because he wanted to, he just simply wasn’t the best at getting close. You practically forced him into sometimes, and it had never gone wrong, so he trusted you. A lot.

You weren’t sure you were going to be able to say that much longer. You had your moments, those situations where you pushed him just a little too far. Not so far that he was angry about it, but far enough that you ended up with a sore ass and maybe a few finger-shaped bruises on your skin.

As if that was an incentive to stop?

Lately, things had been…off. Andy was working on a big case, one that he had just finished the day before. You expected that he was going to come home and make up for not having touched you in 17 days. Yet, that didn’t happen.

You weren’t trying to complain too much. The “honeymoon phase” was something that could not be applied to your relationship because you were as happy as any other day, you loved him more and more as time went on, and you guys always had sex. Always.

But there were the cases that sometimes threw a slight pause in that. That was fine, you understood and it wasn’t like you were with Andy for sex. You loved that man so fucking much, you could deal with some neglect for a little bit. Emphasis on a little bit.

17 days with no immediate plans to remedy it was crossing a line. So, on the 18th night, the night of his office Christmas party, after he merely kissed your head, told you that you looked beautiful, and didn’t fuck you in your tiny, sparkly dress, you also wanted to cross a line. A specific line because it was hard to get a reaction out of him any other way.

Andrew Barber was a jealous man. It was something you never played with because he was jealous. He wasn’t some immature idiot who was going to cause a scene, but he would interrogate you about people he felt were “suspicious”.

On your way to the party, he had wanted to catch up. He felt like this was the first time he was able to breathe since he was put on the case, and he had noticed some distance between you two. You told him about the very basic parts of your day—work, friends, family.

When he placed his hand on your thigh, you had to wonder if this was a game. Why hadn’t he fucked you? Was he trying to make you beg? That was something Andy thoroughly enjoyed, and you trusted him so much that you rarely ever knew when he was doing it. If you stopped to think about it, you would probably find a few times he’d managed to get away with it.

He let you hold his hand and to avoid having to pull away from you, he told you when to move the gear shift. It was cute, too cute for how long you two had been together, but Andy seemed willing to indulge you. He always did when he could.

But as soon as he got to the party, there was more work talk and he had basically pawned you off on Lynn. She was thrilled, of course, she rarely had time for friendships, but she valued Andy, and because of that, she loved you almost as much as he did.

It had been two hours by the time you were completely fed up. Lynn had decided she was about to head out, so she was making her rounds, and that meant that you were stuck with the other partners. Men, women, they were all talking about how great their lawyers had been lately.

Yet, reminder, you hadn’t been fucked in nearly 18 days. You weren’t going to sit around and listen to that for the whole night, you innocently decided to wander a bit. Andy was talking about his case and seemed almost oblivious to your presence. Why did he even bring you? He was the one that reminded you about it, you probably wouldn’t have realized it had gone by until well into next year since work was so hectic.

Regardless, without an answer, you were left to entertain yourself. What else were you supposed to do? Just sit around all night and not speak to anyone? Andy was a complicated man and he had only a handful of people at the job that he liked, but fewer people that he disliked. Most people, he felt indifferent about, and those were the pawns for your current game.

You flit all around the party, laughing, talking to everyone, and though you saw him seeking out your whereabouts every now and then, there was no reaction at all. He didn’t care that some of these sleazy men were staring at your cleavage or your legs—two things he should have done earlier but did not.

By the time you’d nearly spoken to everyone, you felt…possessed, there was no better way to describe it. You were mad and confused and tired, and till the day you died, you would swear on everything you held sacred, the following was not part of your plan. You simply had no other choice than to go along with it when it practically fell in your lap.

Andy hadn’t noticed your best attempts but as soon as Neal was standing in front of you, he was watching. You had not and would not have gone to Neal, it was the other way around. He was possibly picking up on all your sadness and desperation, he was probably able to spot attention-seeking from a mile away since he pulled those kinds of stunts regularly.

Andy was finally paying attention to you and that was why you didn’t walk away. Your boyfriend could deny it all he wanted, but you saw something in his eyes. There was that anger, of course, but there was also that dark gleam. The one that he had when he liked to lay you out under him and remind you who you belong to.

That was all you wanted, that was the only reasoning behind your actions. You didn’t think you’d done anything wrong, not until you laughed at something Neal said and he laughed back, and then he touched your shoulder.

And that was when you knew things had gone too far. You crossed a line, and you should have known better than even trying to use Neal. Because he envied Andy to no end, understandably. Why wouldn’t he try to flirt with you? No one got Andy as angry as Neal, and you should have just put your ego aside and spoken to your boyfriend.

But that window had closed and your time for being a mature, communicating adult was over. You quickly broke away from Neal after that and Andy took only seconds before he was dragging your ass out of that party and to the car.

You weren’t sure what to do. Pretend you didn’t know what the big deal was? Maybe just start blurting out apologies. He opened the car door for you, ushered you in, and then got into the driver’s seat in complete silence.

Andy had been mad at you before, but he had never been so angry he wouldn’t look at you or speak to you. He was gripping the steering wheel so tight that his knuckles were white. His jaw set, brow furrowed, shoulders tense—he stayed that way the entire drive.

Andy wasn’t like this, he usually always had his temper in control. You were worried because you were one of the few people Andy sincerely trusted. It would devastate you if this gave him pause.

When he stopped the car, it became uncomfortably silent. It had taken you almost a minute to decide where you wanted to take this. “Andy, I’m—”

“Don’t apologize.”

“But I am s—”

“Get upstairs, take your dress off, and wait for me on the bed.”

Shit. You fumbled with the handle for a moment, scurrying inside and up the stairs. This was everything that you had wanted, wasn’t it? Then why the fuck were you nervous? Why were you shaking? Why did the idea of a black hole appearing and swallowing you sound so appealing?

You took off your dress and hung it back in your closet. You’d only been in it for a few hours, that didn’t warrant an actual wash. Shakily, you made your way back to the bed and sat there. What about your bra and panties? He hadn’t said. Your shoes? Fuck, what were you supposed to do?

Andy walked in and flipped on the light.

Idiot, why hadn’t you done that?

He made his way to the dresser off to the side of the bedroom, he removed his jacket first, then his cuff links and his tie. He started rolling up his sleeves and you had to look away.

You turned down to your lap. “You didn’t tell me if you wanted me to keep anything else on.”

“I also didn’t tell you that you could speak,” he asserted.

Your stomach dropped, the mere thought of not following his directions was unsettling. When Andy got like this, you wanted to do what he told you to. You wanted him to think you were his good girl. Any time you failed at absolute perfection, you didn’t take it well.

You didn’t know if you should apologize or remain silent. You were wringing your hands, something you became aware of only when he made his way in front of you and placed his hands over yours. You startled slightly, looking up at him.

He grabbed your chin with his thumb and forefinger, keeping your head tilted back. “Are you nervous?”

“I don’t know,” you muttered. You didn’t want him to feel bad because you were feeling some type of way. You also didn’t want to think this had anything to do with him. He’d never given you reason to be nervous.

“Are you scared?”

“Kind of.”

“Why?”

“I don’t want to disappoint you.”

He leaned down, face directly in front of yours. “Before we start, I need you to understand that you’ve never disappointed me. Okay?”

You nodded. “Okay.” That didn’t really help as much as he probably thought it would. Even if you hadn’t disappointed him, there was always the chance that you would. And you weren’t sure he was being completely honest anyway. Neal? What the fuck was wrong with you?

“You don’t need to be nervous or scared, just be completely honest with me.”

“Of course.” You would never lie to him.

“Who do you belong to?”

Your answer was immediate, you didn’t even need to think about it. Recalling life before you met Andy was a bit blurry. Who had you been? Where? What had you wanted? “You.”

“So,” he ran his thumb over your bottom lip, “this mouth…”

“Is yours,” you confirmed.

He hummed, fingers trailing from your face all the way down, between your breasts, over your stomach, stopping at the band of your panties. He paused, noting the shakiness in your breath, the goosebumps on your skin, your hands that were gripping the sheets.

Abruptly, his hand dropped to where you had been expecting it to. Your breath hitched and your hips jumped off the bed, desperate for his touch.

He made a small noise of disapproval and you hurriedly settled back down on the bed. “This pussy? Is that mine, too?”

You nodded. “Yes.”

He pulled your panties off to the side and his fingers ran up your wet skin at an agonizing pace. He brought them up to his lips and his tongue slipped out to taste you. He smiled because you had managed to stay almost completely still, apart from a bit of squirming. “You’re such a good girl, baby. You know that’s one of my favorite things about you, how good you are for me.”

That gave you these awful butterflies and you felt hot everywhere. That was all you ever needed to hear. His hand returned to your center and his first finger slid into you. You looked down to see but he grabbed your jaw again and turned you back up.

“Keep watching me, baby.”

He liked to test you, you knew that. He would give you an order and try to make you disobey him. This time, when his hand fell away from your face, you forced yourself to keep your head tilted. You ignored that burning part of you that wanted to see his fingers pushing in and pulling out, covered in what was dripping from your pussy.

You focused on just feeling. One thick finger was slowly working you open for him, he always stretched you out as much as he could meaning you had to be prepared for some teasing. He prioritized this because he was big and he knew it—and you had been smitten enough before he fucked you, but after, there wasn’t a second of the day your body didn’t crave Andy’s.

Despite how rough Andy could be with you, and how generally tough he was, he liked to baby you. Sometimes, he liked treating you as delicately as one would a bouquet of flowers. He could see a lot of comparisons if he really thought about it. You were beautiful, soft, and smelled so sweet. And if he didn’t pay attention to you, well, he’d been reminded of those consequences at the party.

You kept your eyes on his the entire time. You didn’t falter when he added his second finger, nor when he curled his fingers against that spot inside you, nor when his thumb pressed down firmly on your clit.

He pressed one hand down on your shoulder, a cue to lie back. After you had obliged, he pulled his fingers out of you and told you to open your mouth. You instantly did so, closing around his fingers as soon as they were in your reach.

He pressed his fingers down and kept going until your body jerked and the noise of you gagging echoed in the room. “I wanna see those beautiful lips wrapped around my cock, baby girl.”

You eagerly sat up, still sucking on his fingers as you pulled his belt apart, yanked the button of his pants open, and tore down the zipper. Glancing up at him to look for any signs that you didn’t have his permission to proceed, you pushed his pants and boxers down cautiously until his cock was out.

He pulled his fingers from your mouth and nodded. “Go ahead, baby.”

You moved back on the bed and situated yourself onto your stomach, propping up on your elbows. One hand wrapped around his hard length and you let the tip of your tongue come out to catch the precum dripping from his tip.

He released a shaky breath, hands at his sides because he wanted you running the show. For a while, a least. He didn’t want to guide you, he wanted to see how exactly you were going to make up for your slight misstep at the party.

You ran your tongue up his shaft lightly, feigning that whole soft act that you knew he loved. It wasn’t so much an act, but you had been bent over his desk, hair pulled, ass spanked, both holes thoroughly used. But you liked soft, too. You liked slow and gentle mornings, whispered words, careful touching. You liked whatever he wanted to give you.

You closed your lips around just the head of his cock and sucked. Unlike all other men you had been with, Andy was as patient as a saint. He loved when you teased him. Once, he had you edge him with your mouth for nearly an hour and thinking about how he fucked you after still made your toes curl.

His eyes closed and he sighed. “Fuck, baby.” His hand lightly settled on the back of your head. “So good, I could fuck your mouth for the rest of my life.” He didn’t push you down, he just ran his hand through your hair over and over because he knew how much you liked him to play with your hair.

But then his hold tightened and he pulled you off, much to your dismay. He noted your pout and pleading eyes but was kind enough not to taunt you about them. “Get on your back, sweetheart.”

You knew what he wanted as soon as he stepped away. You quickly climbed up toward the edge of the bed and rolled over, bending your neck over the mattress. You automatically opened your mouth for him, but he placed his hands on your shoulders first.

“Relax.” He leaned over and ran his hands along your arms, setting them on the mattress. He pressed your thighs down, waiting until you had lost all the tension in your body. He curled his hand around his length and stroked several times with a loose hand and a slow pace.

You watched in utter fascination. It never failed to get you wet when Andy showed so much control, over himself, over you. He was in charge of every little thing and you could tell that he got off on that. Every time he reached the head of his cock, he would press down so slightly, so close to your lips but just not enough.

“Andy,” you whispered. “Please.”

He smirked again. “Open your mouth for me.” And as soon as you did, he was slowly sliding in. He was slow at first, keeping his hips still as he slipped the straps of your bralette past your shoulders. He rolled the remaining material down until your breasts were exposed and squeezed them in his hands.

You pressed your thighs together, arching up into his hands more. You tried to relax your throat for him, knowing he was only stopping to give you a moment to prepare.

He pinched your nipples painfully and didn’t stop until you whined. He loved feeling you make that sound when his cock was down your throat, and the deep breaths as the pain faded away. Again, he tortured your nipples between his thumb and forefinger, yanked a little, until you were squirming all around the bed, making these noises around him that he rarely ever heard, your eyes filled with tears.

He leaned over quickly, releasing your breasts so he could give them both a brief kiss. You closed your eyes, humming in satisfaction. He took his time sinking his teeth into your sore, erect nipples and you squealed both times, back arching again. His tongue rolled over your stinging skin and you tilted your head eagerly, attempting to take more of him.

Sometimes, it was enough to get him naturally high, how much power he had over you, your body. He could hurt you and you would thank him; he could turn around and give you just a second of gentleness and you looked at him like you’d never loved anyone as much as you loved him. You claimed that, quite often. Andy wasn’t sure if he believed that, not because he didn’t trust you but because he wasn’t wired to think of himself as special in any way. Why you treated him like he was, was confusing to him at times.

But you were special, so fucking special. You were smart and funny, and so kind to every single person you encountered. It was a nice change from the environment he regularly found himself in. That was what you were supposed to be—a breath of fresh air from his hard life. You were not supposed to become his only source of oxygen, yet there he was. It didn’t seem he was reliant on you because Andy wasn’t comfortable expressing reliance on anyone, but he knew he was.

He stood and watched your body move with those deep, sharp breaths you were taking. Abruptly, his hand whipped across one breast, then the other. You cried out, a nice vibration around him, and now you were quivering. It was so easy for him to play your body like this because you were just needy enough that anything would have given you pleasure. Another thing he knew, another thing that made him so damn cocky.

“Open your legs,” he told you and you parted your thighs. Again, he pulled aside your lace panties and pushed two of his fingers inside you. Your cunt was dripping, your arousal gushing out as his fingers thrust in, curled, searched for that spot that made your eyes roll back. The noise of it made his cock twitch.

Your pussy was throbbing, yearning for the release that only this man could give you. You didn’t care how he did it, you just needed Andy. Hands, mouth, cock, you would take anything he wanted you to have.

“Listen to that greedy pussy,” he directed, voice low and quiet. “So desperate to be filled and fucked. But by who, baby?”

Your stomach twisted at not being able to answer him. That was why he asked when you had your mouth full of him, because if you could speak, you would blurt out reassurances that it was only him.

“Me?” he pressed.

You spoke, despite knowing it was going to sound like nonsense.

“And no one else?”

You were quick with your denial. And maybe, by now, since his cock was always in your mouth, he was a professional at understanding what you were saying. Or possibly, it was just the look in your eyes.

“You sure, baby?”

Once more, your voice came out muffled but hurried, almost panicked. He had to know that you didn’t even think about anyone else. He had to know that you thought he was the most beautiful man in the world.

He dragged his free hand up your body and it settled over your neck. Finally, he pulled out from your mouth only to thrust back in harshly. You choked, your throat contracting around him while he massaged his thumb and finger over your pulse points. He let you breathe through it before he started rocking his hips ever so slightly. You could feel him moving along your tongue and your cheeks, but they were small motions.

You always loved this position; it was easier to take all of him. It was easier to breathe on your back with your chest open, and, unlike being on your knees, it left you open for him.

He leaned forward slightly, pressing one hand off to the side of the bed while the other reached between your legs. His fingers danced along your skin without any real intent, but occasionally, he would touch your clit.

You were reaching for any part of him you could touch. Your hands mindlessly grasped at his back and kept slipping off because of his shirt. You couldn’t ask but you wanted it off. He felt your hands working open his buttons and decided to let you have something. He was going to take and take tonight, he could give you a little.

He stood up and loosened his tie enough to pull it off, then shrugged his shirt off. Once again, his palm settled to your neck. “You should see yourself right now. Shaking, wet, such a good girl.”

You reached up, gripping one hand in his pants, the other around the buckle of his belt and you pulled him in more until your throat was struggling.

“Easy, baby.” He took your hands off him, keeping a hold of one and placing the next back down on the bed. He pulled out carefully, dragging his hand up, and inch by inch, pushed back in. “You should see how deep I’m getting. I can see it right here.” The palm of his hand hovered over your skin, just enough that you could feel him, and he followed his cock again, letting you know how much of him you were taking.

It was a lot of him, not enough. And he was deep, but you needed more. You whined, a plea for him to move this along. He couldn’t want to drag this out, not after almost 18 days.

Again, he leaned over until he could touch you. His hips moved steadily, a controlled move that matched how strategically he was working your cunt, everywhere but the most sensitive part of you.

You hated that you couldn’t beg, but it wasn’t as if he didn’t know. It wasn’t as if you weren’t shaking or if your cunt wasn’t clenching desperately, you knew if he couldn’t feel it, he could at least see it. This went on for several moments, he was proud of how well you were taking him, and wanted to give you some type of award.

You were more than just caught off guard when you felt his lips against one of your thighs. Fuck. He couldn’t, you wouldn’t last long. But he went on, scattering kisses over your thighs, fucking your mouth just a fraction harder as he grew closer to your pussy.

As he licked down from your clit to your entrance, your eyes rolled back. Your hips jumped off the bed and one of his hands held you down in response. You were trembling, whining utter nonsense.

Several times, his tongue ran through you and you’d been so worked up, so wet and frustrated since he’d pulled you out of the party, since he hadn’t fucked you in a while, and this was just happening too fast. You wanted to focus on him, you wanted to apologize in the best way you knew how.

You tried to push him back with your hands on his thighs, but you were nowhere near strong enough.

He turned his head to kiss your thigh again. His hips stilled, most of his cock out of your mouth just in case. “Do you need a moment, baby?”

You debated. If you actually made him stop, made him pull out even if just for a second solely so you could ask him not to make you come...he would be outraged. He might even turn you over and spank you. But he also might not let you come at all. You would die, you knew you would.

You let your hands fall away.

“You okay?”

You hummed slowly, comfortably.

Still, one hand settled on your hip bone to keep you from moving, the other you felt on the back of your thigh close to your ass. He kissed your pussy slowly, sucking at your skin just a little, but not your clit, not yet.

He was careful as he began fucking your mouth again, worried he had pushed you too far. He waited until he was sure you were okay before he sucked your clit between his lips and slipped two fingers into you.

You whined around him as your body shuddered.

He kissed you again, several times to get you to calm down. “It’s okay, baby girl. Be a good girl for me.”

So, you understood, he realized that you wanted to object to this, but Andy was the greediest man you had ever had in bed. You weren’t surprised that he just didn’t care. You found it hard to mind as he began fucking his fingers in and out of you, sloppy, wet noises echoing around the room.

He was sucking again and you were desperately clutching at any part of him you could, his sides, his legs. You weren’t pushing him away now, you were pulling him in.

You were so close, your body arching up as much as it could. You felt tension building in every part of your body. Your own hands came up to your breasts mostly because you knew he would feel your hands moving underneath him.

“Fuck,” he cursed. He left your cunt neglected of his mouth for several moments, only using his fingers, as his cock drove down your throat hard.

You were choking loudly, your body again moving wildly as you gagged. It couldn’t have been more than a few times but they were determined thrusts, you were sure he was going to come in your mouth.

Instead, he pulled out completely and you whined shortly. You didn’t want him to go, but you couldn’t say that. All you could do was try to catch your breath. He didn’t even give you a moment to protest before his face was buried in your cunt.

In seconds, you were a mewling, moaning mess for him. Your body was so tight, so full of unbearable tension. You were shaking, sweating, your pussy was loud and soaking wet and you knew you were dripping everywhere, on him, on the bed.

He didn’t tease, he wanted to let you come because he wanted you coming all night. His favorite form of punishment was too much of a good thing, not withholding how much he enjoyed touching you.

You finished with a scream loud enough that the neighbors probably heard. Again.

Andy touched you through it until you stopped moving, save for the shaking aftershocks when he got a tad too close to your clit. When you were loose and sated on the bed, he started to sit you up.

You quickly turned to him, grasping his face. “I love you, only you.”

“I know, sweetheart.”

“I would never look at anyone else.”

“I believe you.” Even if he didn’t, this was not the place to voice that. This...state he got you in when he was this dominant, this demanding, was not completely unlike you. It was just a very obedient, sensitive version of you that he knew he had to be careful with. The last thing he wanted to do was hurt your feelings.

He touched your face and that was when you realized you were crying, he was wiping away your tears. It was either from your finish or from choking on him, you weren’t completely sure. “You’re okay?”

You nodded quickly. “I’m okay.”

He kissed your forehead and you felt hot. As if what you two were just doing wasn’t filthy, this was what made your heart beat faster and gave you those butterflies in your stomach.

He pulled back and kept hold of your face. “What does my baby girl want?”

“I want to feel you inside me.”

As his lips met yours, he began removing all the remaining clothing on either of your bodies. He moved you up the bed until he could lay your head on a pillow and then positioned himself over you.

“I love you.”

“I love you, too,” he promised. “Keep saying it.”

As he carefully pushed into you, you continued to tell him you love him. You stared at him the whole time, willing your body to relax for him. He didn’t like it when you got so worked up, especially over the games he played in the bedroom. The thing with Neal was bad but it was over and you knew he wasn’t mad at you. He wouldn’t fuck you like this if he was.

You clutched onto his shoulders, trying to hold him as close to you as you possibly could. He was the one that grabbed your legs and cued you to wrap them around his body. His cock sliding into your pussy was a feeling you couldn’t understand why he’d left you deprived of.

Once his hips were settled against your thighs and he was completely buried inside you, you reached up to his face. You loved his cheekbones, you could trace them with your touch for days if he let you. And his beard, you loved feeling his beard under your fingertips.

He let you do this, explore him as if you could possibly forget anything after all the other times you did it. You remembered the first time he fucked you, you couldn’t stop staring, you couldn’t stop touching—he was so painfully beautiful. He was so patient with you, always had been, and now, despite how badly you felt his need to move, to fuck you, he was going to wait for you to be ready.

“You did this on purpose,” you muttered.

“Did what?”

“You didn’t fuck me. For 17 days. You…wanted me to make a scene—”

“That’s a pretty serious accusation.”

“I could take it to court and win,” you countered.

He smirked. “Could you? What’s my motive?”

“You like being possessive. You like dragging me out of places, you like bringing me home, you like reminding me who I belong to.”

“And were you reminded?”

“No one really belongs to anyone or anything at the end of the day—”

“No,” he interjected, tone sharp. You always liked that tone. “You belong to me.”

“Maybe…”

“You are mine,” he repeated. “And you’re going to say it or we’re going to have a long night.”

“I will say it if you admit this was your plan all along.”

“You think I wanted you to flirt with Neal?”

Your stomach flipped. “I wasn’t—”

He nodded, placing a hand on your shoulder. “I know, I didn’t mean to word it like that. I know you weren’t—”

You felt slightly like you were about to panic. Flirting with Neal? No. “Never, I would never—”

He shushed you. “I know, baby. I know you wouldn’t because you are a good girl. I promise I know that.”

You settled somewhat but that lingering feeling in the pit of your stomach was hard to ignore. Flirting with Neal? You couldn’t bear him thinking you would ever do that to him. Flirting in general with people Andy felt indifferent to was off the table unless you wanted to placate his desires. Certainly, he had to know that.

“I wanted to hear you beg,” he insisted. “That was what I wanted. I wanted honest begging because you are so fucking beautiful begging for my cock.”

You huffed. “Well, you should have asked.”

“I didn’t want to have to ask.”

“You could have given me a hint. I was going around your party trying to get your attention—”

“You had it, you always do. Now, tell me who you belong to.”

“I think we all belong to the stars.”

“No,” he sighed.

“Or the moon, people who experience menstruation especially. The moon controls us, it’s been studied by scientists. There are articles.”

“Scientific articles do not support that,” he asserted and you couldn’t help but laugh. Andy was exact. He didn’t believe in anything he couldn’t see or that couldn’t be proven. Even now, inside you, he couldn’t turn that part of his brain off.

“Baby,” he sighed as his hand came up to curl around your neck. It just rested there, a heavy reminder of all the times in the past he had held you like that, or those other times when he applied just the right amount of pressure. “I want to fuck you, I want to make you cry, I want you to be shaking after I’m done with you, I want to fill you up with my cum. Don’t you want that?”

You nodded, once again turned on beyond comprehension.

“Then be good and say what I want you to say. Don’t make me make you say it.”

“What if I want you to make me?”

“You don’t.”

Andy’s punishments were always so elaborate and such a blur. He knew how to reduce you to nothing but need, and you needed him so badly sometimes. He loved seeing you like that, but he didn’t always like taking you there. He knew how careful he needed to be during and after, so he reserved it for major misbehavior.

You brought one hand up and set it on his forearm. You could feel his skin and his muscles. “I belong to you.”

Just barely, as he stared at your face, his hold tightened. Your breath stuttered but you made sure not to get too worked up too soon. You didn’t want him to have to stop before he finished inside you.

“That can never happen again, baby.”

“I know. It never will. I’m so—”

He tightened his hand again. “Don’t say sorry.”

You didn’t understand why he wouldn’t let you say the one word you so badly needed to say.

“I don’t blame you, sweetheart, I’m just saying…it can’t happen again.”

You caught the lead of his tone. “But what if it does?”

“I might have to make sure he knows that you’re mine.”

You wanted him to let the whole world know. You knew he saw your eyes light up because he smirked. “How would you do that?”

“I might have to let him see how I fuck you. I might have to show him how I can make you beg for me, or how willingly you bend over when I’m going to spank you. I might have to show him how wet you get after I mark up your ass, maybe how whiny you get when my hand is around your throat. But maybe I’ll just have to send him the video I’ve been recording tonight, how well you can suck my cock, how badly you want to.”

You were stunned for a moment—recording? Where was the camera? The idea of Andy recording you was such a turn on. You loved making videos for him, but you’d always wanted to see one where he was with you. “You’ve been recording?”

“Would you be okay with that if I was?”

“Yes. I want to watch you fuck me.”

“You’re such a good girl.” He pulled his hips back once and then snapped up noisily, pulling a moan from your throat. “You know how much I love that sound? When you can hardly breathe but you still make all those noises you know I want to hear.”

He leaned in to kiss you, hips stilled, hand still wrapped around your neck. It was brief, a reward, a reminder. You were being good and he loved you, but he was going to fuck you.

You broke away, nodding to let him know you were ready, that you wanted this. “Please.”

He rolled over so you were on top of him. He kept his hold on your neck to keep you sitting up and used his opposite hand to grab your ass. After he kneaded your skin hard enough he knew it would bruise, he spanked you loudly, harshly. Your body jerk forward, taking him in deeper than you knew was possible.

You whined, trying to pull back a little. He gripped your ass again and held you there. It was painful but exciting, you wanted him to push your limits tonight. He so rarely did, concerned with pleasing you second and treating you delicate first.

He let you go only to spank your other ass cheek. Again, you moved forward and you felt fuller than you ever had. You ached between your legs, almost uncomfortably but the idea of having him this deep in your body was making you wetter by the second. You were dripping, you could see how wet his skin was, how much of a mess he was making of your pussy.

“Ride me, sweetheart.”

You found a comfortable position, your hands on either side of his waist in the mattress. He settled his arm between your breasts so he could still see them moving as you began jerking your hips back and forth. They were sharp, abrupt movements because you wanted to come so bad, you could hardly think of anything else. Save for your disbelief over the fact that he was making you do this yourself. But you didn’t argue because the last thing you wanted was punishment for talking back.

He closed his hand more, every sound you made was short and strangled. You moved faster, knowing he was closer when he choked you harder. His free hand took one of your breasts. He was so delicate at first, a gentle, slow touch before he was pinching your nipple so hard you were whining. He smacked your breast and you shuddered, nearly falling forward onto him, but he kept you up. Mostly because he wanted to do it again to your other breast.

Every slap against your breasts—loud and stinging, always surprising because he didn’t want you to have the comfort of a pattern—was pushing you closer to your orgasm. You were mindlessly bouncing on his cock, uncaring of the pain you felt every time you came down just a little too hard for how big he was. You felt like an animal, like you were simply a victim to your body’s depraved, primal desires.

You finished first, screaming things you would be impressed if he actually understood. You could cry, the tension built over days was finally all gone.

He rolled over once more, taking his spot on top again.

You clung to him, legs and arms, pulling him in like you would die if he wasn’t close enough. You needed to feel his whole body against yours.

“Hear that, baby?”

Oh, you heard. You’d been trying to ignore it, but of course, not if Andy had any say in it.

“Hear how wet your pussy is?”

So wet. Every time he pulled out and pushed in, the noise would fill the room. You only nodded.

Since you were wrapped around him so tightly, it wasn’t difficult for him to grab your hip and move you up the bed with him. He set you against the headboard, the pillows under the small of your back, propping you up for him.

He was on his knees now for more leverage. You knew he was going to fuck you hard. “Look at this, baby.” He slowly pulled out and you turned down to watch. “See how messy you’re getting my cock?”

“Yes,” you whined.

He grabbed his cock, used it to drag up and down your cunt several times.

“Andy, please.”

He shushed you, a slow, calm action that contrasted when he smacked the head of his cock against your clit.

You gasped and your hips jerked forward.

“Stay still,” he warned.

He did it over and over, and enjoyed watching you fail at trying to stay seated on the bed. He thrust in completely, quick and hard, only to pull out and smack your clit again. This was his routine for what felt like an agonizing hour, but you knew it was nowhere near that long. You knew even he didn’t have that kind of patience.

You cried out when he finally buried himself inside you again. As he pushed forward, he pulled you down. His fingers found your clit and you were soon tumbling over that edge once more.

As he finished, he pulled you on top of him, lying back on the bed. One arm wrapped tight around your back to pin you against his chest, his opposite hand tangled in your hair tightly. He hid his face in the bend of your neck, grunting as his hips continued to rock just slightly.

He kept you there for several long moments until he had completely satisfied himself. You were intoxicated being this close to him. You angled your head as much as you could and kissed the side of his face.

He turned over, setting you on the bed as he pulled out. You watched him curiously, moving to sit up with him. He made a disapproving noise and you laid back again. Once again, he made his way to the dresser and grabbed his phone.

“You were seriously recording?”

He arched an eyebrow. “Do I usually bluff?”

Nope, never.

“Now I have a reference if you ever forget how a good girl is supposed to act.”

You suppressed an eye roll.

“Open your legs.” He came closer, directing the camera at your pussy. He touched you, spreading his cum all over your skin, rubbing circles around your clit, just barely dipping his fingers into you.

You watched his face the whole time. You loved how much Andy loved you and when he stared at you after fucking you, it was hard to miss. He was obsessed with you and he never minded showing it.

For almost a month, you watched that video every day. You were fascinated by him, the way he moved, the way he touched you. After that, you started wanting to record more and Andy never minded.

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Show & Tell - Twenty One

After a few hours' rest, you escape your dorm in the middle of the night to walk to Gojo's office as per his request. You now stand in the hallway before his door about to knock, only hesitating because of the worry for the conversation that's about to ensue.

Hopefully, he isn't too mad about the whole Sukuna thing, you think as you knock gently on his door, doing your best to make sure you don't draw attention from anyone else who might be around.

When Gojo opens the door, his aura shocks you. You didn't realize it before, but he almost looks drained of life. To top things off, he has a pair of sunglasses on instead of his typical blindfold. In his eyes, which you see for the first time and almost faint at the sight of, you lose track of what you came here for.

Gojo smiles when he catches you staring and drop your guard. "Come in," he says politely as he steps to the side to allow you in.

You shake your head softly to pull yourself out of your trance. "Thanks," you say as you walk in.

As you walk across the room, you catch his blindfold spread carefully on the desk.

"So," you ask curiously as you slow down your pace, "why do you look like you haven't slept in days?"

He chuckles at how quickly your blunt comment was thrown at him. "You keep me up at night when I should be working on my real job."

You whip your body around to face him as the words drop from his mouth. For a second, you think that you misheard him until you see the smirk grow on his face.

"Right," you nod, "well I apologize for all of the trouble I've caused lately. I'll work on-"

"You don't need to apologize, Y/N," he cuts you off. "You're learning about what's going on with yourself so there's no reason to be sorry about it."

"What is going on with me?" you ask hoping that he's got an answer for you.

Gojo sits on his sofa and leans back, crossing one of his legs over the other. He then pats the seat beside himself, calling you to sit. You walk over with a frown on your face, worried from how serious he's looking right now.

"I need you to tell me everything. Start at the beginning and don't leave anything out," he says sternly.

"Before all this started, I was a part-time barista at a coffee shop," you sigh as you admit your past to him. Ever since your life was turned upside down, you never told anybody about your life before.

"Wow. I didn't take you for a barista, Y/N," Gojo lets out an honest laugh.

"Listen, it paid the bills. I was living paycheck to paycheck so that job kept me alive."

"I think it's cool!" Gojo teases, "You've gotta make me a coffee sometime! Isn't that what assistants are supposed to do anyway?"

"I don't think so," you reply a bit irritated.

He chuckles at your comment but quickly goes back to his serious tone as he changes the conversation. "What about your family?"

"I have none," you scoff. "You already know that. That Kyoto principal told me that it's part of my curse."

"True. I'm sorry, but I didn't want to assume anything. You could have had an adoptive family."

"I had an orphanage..."

"I see. And what about your time once your curse was awoken?" he thinks aloud, placing his thumb and forefinger onto his chin.

"I was quite literally caught by that piece of shit who brought me here," you groan. "Apparently I let out some of my cursed energy when he was trying to talk to me as I walking home and he started to chase me."

"And when you were brought back with him?" he continues to press, straightening himself up in his seat. He's obviously uncomfortable.

You shake your head as you try to recall what had happened back then, but unfortunately, you blocked a lot of it out of your mind. That being said, you do have one clear memory.

"There was someone who visited us once. His name was Choso and he brought a child with him who couldn't even see him." You then ball your hand into a fist as you stick your arm out. You roll up your sleeve and reveal the large scar. Gojo's eyes soften as he looks down at your arm. He clearly never noticed it before now.

"That was the night my kidnapper gave me this on my arm. After that, the kid couldn't see me either."

Gojo nods along to your story. "Typically, normal people can't see curses. You must have gone full rage curse in that moment," he says as he chokes back a chuckle on your behalf.

"You're right," you agree, much to his surprise. "Choso was so eager to fight me so I must have been an interesting opponent."

"You fought him?" he asks, his eyebrows knitting together. "What happened then?"

"Don't know," you say as you rub the side of your head. "I think maybe I passed out, but something weird happened. I couldn't tell what it was 'til I was in Kyoto."

"Kyoto? What happened in Kyoto? I thought you were in that cell the whole time?!"

"No," you shake your head. "Gakuganji took me out to fight with Todo. Anyway, I was able to make cursed objects out of nothing with my hands. I think Kamo called it a cursed technique."

Gojo beams at your words like a surprised child on their birthday. "Sounds like you've got a cool cursed technique, Y/N! I expected no less from you!"

You cross your arms, a bit pissed off that you're giving him more answers than what you're receiving back. "Alright, Gojo. Now it's my turn. What do you know about me?"

He finally cracks a smile, shaking his head as he looks at you. After all, he know this was coming. "Well, Y/N, Sukuna is your ancestor. When a member of your family recieves Sukuna's curse that is passed through generations, the previous owner of the curse dies. This is why you lost one of your parents. As for the other... who's to say what happened to them?"

One of my parents could still be alive?

Your focus fades out for a little while, but you catch the end of Gojo's monologue. "don't want you alone with Itadori because I'm suspicious that Sukuna may try to make a move to get close with you. Oh, and I didn't send you to Kyoto. If I had a say, I wouldn't have sent you there at all so don't get that confused."

"Okay..."

Gojo sighs at the realization that you hadn't been listening. "Next time you see Sukuna, don't lie about it, okay? That could have ended poorly for you and Itadori."

"You're right. I apologize," you reply solemnly. After all, you are older than the kids so you should at least try to look out for them. "Thank you for this afternoon... saving me from Kyoto."

"Really, Y/N," he hums, "you should expect more from me. I have saved you before, remember?"

"Of course I do," you finally let out a laugh after the tense conversation.

Then, Kugisaki's words stick in your brain. Go tell him how you feel! You fight back the overwhelming nauseating feeling over confessing to someone that you wish you really didn't have feelings for as you try to come up with a way to tell him that doesn't make you sound like a high school girl. Sucking in a deep breath, you flash Gojo a tense-looking smile before you speak.

"It means a lot. That first time I definitely would have died... But anyway, I'm glad it was you because for some completely stupid and idiotic reason I think that I kind of have some feelings for you..."

"Oh really?" he smirks after letting you deal with a killer moment of silence. "So you'd let me kiss you then?"

"Yes-" you say, only for your jaw to be lifted by his finger.

Your eyes feel as though they're melting under his bright blue gaze until he leans closer to you. Your eyes gently close as he draws near, only to feel your heartbeat out of your chest as he pauses just before his lips touch yours. But the second you open an eye to peek, his lips crash onto yours. The feeling of butterflies in your stomach only intensifies at the sensation of his soft lips against yours, but instead of being nervous or anxious, you feel a surge of happiness.

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