#i know it sucks when something you've worked hard on flops. it's happened to me!! multiple times!!!

[byeler]

i generally agree with the sentiment of the post about liking v reblogging, but i think at its core the issue is about being able to get work out there and seen by other people. i mean this with all the respect in the world as a big fan of your work, but i’d imagine as the author of the number one kudos’d byler fic in the world (no small feat and a testament to your skill seriously) you have established a solid platform for yourself. i think overall it’s a very interesting discussion and like i said, i agree with you! no one is entitled to an engagement, regardless of the merit of their work. i just also think this adds an extra layer that’s interesting to explore. i hope this comes across as respectful, and my fr deepest apologies if not. all the love.

i do fully understand where you're coming from, but i also was not joking when i mentioned that i've said this before. if you can't tell by the date or the fact that post got a whopping three notes, i really did not carry the same presence back then that i do now. any reblog on any post or fic of mine was (and still is!!) incredibly valuable to me. i know how important it is to encourage and share fics you enjoy because that is what did and still does continue to help me. i promise i didn't post that because i want to stop people from interacting with things that they enjoy.

what really, really bothers me is the guilt trips. i absolutely endorse and support posts that say "hey, if you want your favorite authors/artists/theorists to continue to create more of what you like, reciprocate and interact with them". what i do not condone is posts that boil down to "this fandom is dying because YOU are not reblogging enough" when there are several reasons that someone might just not want to reblog. and i just don't feel like my desire for engagement overrules anyone else's desires for what they want to do on their own blog.

at the end of the day, if i post a piece of writing for free on the internet, it's already written. while getting feedback often feels like a reward for the work i've put in, i've already done the work. if someone wants to read it and enjoy it and then choose not to like or reblog or kudos or comment or acknowledge it in any way, i still don't lose anything from that. i might not gain anything, either, but that is not a loss, because i'm not entitled to someone else's time. and on the flip side, it gives me a huge amount of appreciation for those that do take the time to otherwise engage with my work, because i know it's not a requirement, it's something they wanted to do.

i know it might sound like i'm coming from a place of privilege (?) being able to say this, and i won't fully disagree with you on that, but it's something i've felt strongly about long before my writing really had any sort of traction. i also want to be clear that i can only speak for myself, and that many other authors and artists likely disagree with me on this topic. but i simply do not want anyone to feel pressured to force some sort of interaction with me for whatever reason, regardless of how much they like my fics.

[m-ayo-o]

megumi….. puppy reader…… leg humping……mean megumi😵‍💫😵‍💫😵‍💫

HOLY FfffffffUCK OK MAYBE I CAN WRITE PUPPY READER

18+ SMUT NSFW 21+ HARD DOM OWNER MEGUMI this one is horrible and mean and pet play + collaring and he smacks her and chokes her and degrades her please do not read if u don't like bdsm stuff thank youuuu hybrid fics

"You stupid little thing."

Your owner always chastises you for humping him like this, tugging on your lead to snap you out of it.

"You're going to get my trousers dirty."

But tonight, he notices that his usual techniques aren't working. The collar around your neck slackens, the chain links fall loose, then he yanks it tight one more time. You emit a satisfying yelp, but your brainless motions continue.

"Ugh- if you want something from your owner you better speak up. I know I'm a sadist, you're a masochist, we're a matchmade in heaven and it's all very romantic, but I can't choke you like this all night."

"J-just need- more," you whimper.

So he huffs and tugs you up onto his lap, where he's sitting with his legs spread on the sofa, and positions you over one muscly thigh.

"Ride it, then."

And without question you move your hips back and forth while he tugs up your skirt. Your tail swishes from side to side and your pointed ears flop down when you get so distracted by the pleasure you have to remind yourself to breathe. And even that's coming out all shaky and hitched, now your clit is rubbing directly on the black material. Your owner doesn't allow you to wear underwear at home.

"Look at that."

He slides his finger through the slick mess you made on him, lifting his hand away with a sticky trail connecting to his trousers. He brings his fingers to your mouth now.

"Chew toy for puppy, here, open up."

Your obedience amuses him. But this is nothing. Some nights he has you jumping through all sorts of kinky hoops before he lets you cum, and it's even more work to even get to see his dick. Once he gets it out he'll decide if you've been good enough to touch him or not, or whether he'd just prefer to tease you and squirt his cum all over your tongue.

He can make you do anything he wants, and tonight that happens to be getting his little puppy creaming on his leg.

But you're getting distracted. By his face, of course. His lips. You want to kiss him.

"No. No kissing. Just ride my thigh like a good little slut and I might let you kiss my hand. If you do it right, how I like it."

Your little brain thinks that's terribly unfair so you let out a whine and he smacks your ass.

"Complaining? You want me to give you something to complain about?" He snaps, threatening to push you back onto the floor again. You shake your head and keep grinding on him.

The sensation between your legs now is getting all messy and hot and your clit is starting to throb. You let out a little plea for him to touch you so he just spanks you again and grabs your ass, making sure to drag you up and down nice and hard.

"That's it, puppy, ride me like that you silly girl."

He loves watching you get like this- he feels a combination of disgust and arousal at the way your tongue is starting to hang out of your mouth and your eyelids are dropping. You just look so dumb. But your body is getting him so undeniably hard it almost hurts. Maybe he'll have to use your puppy pussy tonight after all.

"O-owner, nghh- Megumi, Meg-uuumiiii~ I, I waannaa cum on your dick, oh please will you let me?"

"Cum on my thigh or not at all." He says tersely while slipping his fingers over your ass.

"If you beg and moan and complain you know what will happen."

He'll chain you up. Like when you were really naughty and just undid the zipper on his trousers and sucked at his cock when he was too tired to turn you down. He smacked you across your pretty face and tied your collar to the bannister. He left you there naked all night.

At least you learned your lesson.

So you keep sliding your pussy over him and get closer and closer till you feel that tidal wave approaching and starting to spill and you release-

"Ah, ah, hahhh, mmm-- hnn Megummiii-!!!"

-it's far too wet, you're soaked, this isn't right-

"Haha, oh look what you've done," he sees the pure panic in your eyes when you realise you squirted on him.

He looks livid.

"Megumi, Megumi, wait please please, I. I mmm-- I didn't mean to wait!!!"

He pushes you onto the floor and gets his dick out, holding it to your lips.

"I'll punish you later. First, suck."

megumi | m.list

[hockeybabe]

New Guy || M. Knies

Gif not mine

Pairings: Matthew Knies x Marner!reader

Summary: being Marner’s little sister had its perks but when a new guy joins the team and is cocky as ever definitely doesn’t sit well with you.

Warnings: cocky Knies, pure fluff, steamy make out session, little bit of arguing, one bed trope.

Word count: 838

Note: there’s something about Knies and I just have to write about him.

When the Leafs announced that a new guy would join the team right at the brink of the playoffs, it really pissed you off. The boys work so hard for how far they’ve gotten, and now a new guy is joining and going to mess up the connection. Or at least you thought it would.

"Can I help you?" You asked Matthew, who was standing outside your hotel room. The Leafs were competing against Tampa Bay for game six. The series was 3-2, with the Leafs leading by one. "I don’t know, roomie, can you?" He responds in a cocky tone.

"Well, that sucks for you, ‘cause there's only one bed, and it’s mine." You tilt your head with a smile. "Listen, little Marner, I don’t care if there's one bed we can share, but can you let me in? I don’t think your brother will want to hear us." He says, smirking. You move to the side, letting him in.

"You’re sleeping on the floor." You say flopping in the bed. "Nah, this bed is pretty comfortable. Especially with you in your skimpy pyjamas." He mumbles after jumping on the bed and burying his face in the sheets. "Perv." You sneered, pushing him off the bed. "What the fuck!" He shouts, getting up, looking angry.

"It's my bed." You say, bluntly, crossing your arms. "Yeah, and we have to share." He says back. "Why don’t you go sleep in someone else’s room?" You shout back, getting off the bed and going face-to-face with him. "Because I was put here." He shouts back.

"Oh my god, you’re such an ass. All you care about is yourself." You groan, letting your head fall back. "You don’t know shit." He snarls, looking down at you, anger radiating off his body. "Oh, really, so you’re not a self-centred idiotic jackass who only cares about himself and winning?" You retorted, tilting your head to the side. 

You didn’t know how it got to this point, but you two always knew how to get to each other, even if you didn’t know how it started. There was something different about this fight. It was like all emotions were running out of the two mouths. "Says the girl who lives off of her brothers money." He insults. 

"Oh fuck you. I work hard for what I do." You say quietly. "I mean, you've got it easy!" You start yelling again. "I got nothing easily! I worked fucking hard for my place! You just don’t like me!" He shouted back. "I never fuc—" Matthew grabbed the sides of your face, pulling you close and pressing his lips to yours. 

It took you a couple seconds to register what was happening, but you allowed it, kissing him back. You were the one to pull away first, looking into his eyes as your breaths collided. Matt reconnected with your lips, picking you up and taking a seat on the bed with you on top. 

You perched your body up, making you slightly taller than Matt, putting your hands on the back of his head and playing with the ends of his hair. Matt grunts at the feeling of his hair being pulled. "Kinky," he said, pulling away, smirking. "Shut up." You mumbled, pulling him into a deep kiss.

You two continued to fool around, laughing, losing clothes, and, of course, kissing. There was an unspoken rule between you two that it wouldn’t go any further than making out and kissing. So there you two were lying down under the sheets while you laid on his chest, tracing patterns on his toned body.

"You know I never hated you." You said quietly as Matthew ran his fingers through your hair. "It didn’t seem like it." He grumbled. You lifted your head, giving him a look. "Really, so me kissing you wasn’t good enough." You said, smiling slightly.

"Nah, I think I need you to kiss me again." He said it in a cocky tone, winking at you. You squint your eyes at him, lying back on his chest. "You know Mitch is going to kill you." You said. "Just me?" He laughed. "You think he’ll kill his sister?" You retorted, smiling into his chest.

"How bout we wait till that day?" He prayed, trailing his finger up and down your arm. "Tomorrow we’ll talk more about us." You remind him by closing your tired eyes. "I guess the one bed worked after all." He said, shutting the lamp off before pulling you closer to his body.

The bed and the fighting brought you guys closer, but you weren’t doing anything to fight him on that. You were too tired.

[kinkurse]

I've been sick for the last 2 weeks and unable to work on anything and I'm being fucckign HAUNTED in my mind by all the fantasies i have regularly about these ugly evil clowns with round gurgly bellies filled up with equally gurgly farts and i wanna DIE AAAHHHH SO I OFFER YOU THIS:

I have been PLAGUED with the image of Kęfka coming up to me/you/reader and moaning about having a horrible tummy ache and demanding you make it better and so you do, except if you push too hard he whines that it hurts and slaps your hand, then he whines that you stopped, he complains that you're not rubbing in the right spot, groans and whimpers and squirms under your touch because he is, by virtue, a Big Baby and a Diva. It makes you glower and roll your eyes but you love him (even if you don't wanna admit it) and all his idiotic antics, so you deal with his demands and try to make him feel better. Eventually you press just in the right spot in his lower belly, dislodging something that gurgles and rumbles angrily, going even lower into his bowels. Lifting his hips a little bit off your lap, a wet, thick fart blasts out of him that sounds almost just as desperate as the noises coming out of Kęfka's mouth. When it's done he flops back down onto you with little grace, panting, and now you're flustered to hell. He had just farted a mere few inches above your crotch, and it felt good. Relieved beyond belief, Kęfka grins like an idiot, flutters his eyelashes and then giggles, "Excuse me!" ...though you know he doesn't mean it, because then he lets out another wet rumbler directly against you. You buck your hips up against him instinctively and he looks back at you with a sly, knowing gaze, and comments on how you seem to be enjoying yourself so much. He repositions himself then, so that his ass is still right in your lap and his back is still turned to you, but now he can wrap his arm around you; he pulls you in, you shudder and sink into him, and get back to work on that grumbly, gassy gut of his. He rips fart after fart almost non-stop onto you, all varying degrees of length and wetness, but they were all hefty. You couldn't believe such a thin man could be filled up with gas that was this raunchy, this loud, or this frequent, and in your haze, you mumbled something about how full he was; Kęfka moaned suggestively in response, nodding his head. He's begun to gently scratch you with his clawlike nails, over your upper arm and down your back, making you shiver and sigh, pressing your throbbing crotch further into his ass as you massage the noisy mound of his belly.

After a certain point, however, Kęfka sits up straight with a little "ooh". You don't know what's happened, and you're almost not aware enough anymore to question it from how aroused you've become. You do make an inquisitive noise though, and the mage's stomach responds before he can with a sickly gurgle. He sucks in air through his teeth and hunches forward, clearly in pain, but as you go to say something, he wiggles and grinds his ass down against your lap. You moan and your body arches, and before you're able to do anything else, Kęfka explodes. The fart bursts out of him with barely any pushing, and it's dangerously wet...actually, make that suspiciously wet. It's a disgusting cacophany of variating thundering rumbles, a fierce gurgling noise, nasty splarts and blorts that have him twitching with his mouth hanging open. Finally, you've been tipped over the edge: you come beneath him with a near scream, digging your fingers into his puffy sides, grinding against him desperately as this half-man, half-god sharts violently on top of you. There was no getting around what it was, and to your overwhelming pleasure (and slight horror), you didn't really want to. Watching such an egotistical, opulent, cruel man lose control to his insides (which you knew he had to have gorged with overly rich foods and desserts to get to this point) and have them rebel all over himself and you was something quite special. Kęfka eventually cut the shart off himself, because if he didn't, he knew it was going to turn into something much messier. He shoots up off of you, a nice wet stain spread between and over his cheeks, and hustles off with one hand clutching his furious tummy and the other trying to cover his dirtied butt.

After laying there for a good few minutes, basking in the afterglow (and processing what just happened), you manage to get up and wobble to the washroom, not the one Kęfka was in, to clean up. Your own pants and underwear are soaked in cum and...something else, so you peel them off, toss them in a hamper, wipe yourself thoroughly, and after changing, get back into Kęfka's bed. You're nearly asleep by the time he returns, himself now ready for bed, looking grim and miserable. Now, he claims, he's so queasy and icky on top of crampy. You spend the rest of the night relaxing with him and watching TV, soothing his deflated but still churning belly with soft rubs, stroking his blonde hair as he furiously cuddles you. You smile when you manage to coax out just a few more bubbly little farts from Kęfka before you drift off to sleep.

[bemylord]

↠ toji with a virgin s/o ↞

pairing: toji fushiguro x fem!reader.

warnings: nsfw, aged up, size kink [?], oral [fem!receiving], virgin reader, first time, lost of virginity, praising, toji calls himself daddy, grammar errors.

word counter: 3.2k

rq: I would like to request a oneshot? a hc would be appreciated too though. Toji with a virgin gf who can’t even make herself cum? Just how he would like to destroy her :)

butler's remark: (◕‿◕) hello lord, i'm back with an oneshot with toji being tremendously tender with his lover for the first time. in addition, reader is a citizen. sorry, i did it soft, bc i think toji will super-extra-super soft for the first time with his s/o, only for the first. i hope you'll like that, thanks for the request ;)

disclaimer: everything you read is purely my opinion - any detail, sketch, or event is a figment of my imagination.

you've been an ordinary citizen and had never planned to date a sorcerer or someone close to this specialty. you ain't cowardly, merely as you were thinking you'll marry a simple man and will have kids with him, and die in one day like lovebirds.

you had never considered yourself being stuck in a relationship with a sorcerer killer.

you were overworked, virtually sleeping as were walking in the empty street, dreaming to get home as soon as possible, to feel the silk sheets against your back. the area where your office was located had little street lighting, although, you hadn't felt the anxiety of being robbed or something worse. the day went lingeringly and horrible due to the boss who declared you as a temporary deputy, piled you up with a stack of papers.

but, this is life, anything might happen. all of a sudden, you overheard something behind you but as you looked back - there was nobody, as soon as you turn your head to the starting position, you saw a young, skinny man who is holding a knife in his hand.

'hmm~ look who's here, a young, gorgeous lady..' he said with his disgusting, lewd voice, coming closer to you. 'would you mind playing with me? don't be shy or els-'

you have a perky personality, no doubt, but because of how hard the day was, you had one option - run for the hills. before you could do any movements as if hit the man or run away, something prompt hit him, like a swift meteorite that you couldn't see. a cloud of dust grew around you and the man, so you hide your face in the elbow curve, covering your mouth with another hand.

as soon as the dust had settled, in front of you opened up on the view of an adult man. he was high, had an athletic, broad-shouldered, pretty impressive figure. your savior held the blade in one hand, flopped on his back.

'he ran away like a coward. don't worry, girl, you saved, thanks to me' he laughed, he stroked himself on the shoulder, as were about to leave the dead body.

'no i'm not! i'd have protected myself on my own'

you refuted his smugness, watching as he slowly moves his torso in your way, flaunting his outlining muscles through the fabric of the black t-shirt. his complacent eyes and the sharp scar over the right side of the mouth on the edge of his lips. you took a deep breath, continuing on your path as he isn't standing there, not hadn't protected you.

'you're too weak to beat even him, if not me, you'd be-'

'i am stronger as i may look'

he giggled, in a flash stood in front of you, bending over to your face, by finger tugs your face up to look at him directly in eyes, smirked.

'are you sure, girl?'

those green, almost emerald, but cold eyes looked directly into yours as two faces were as closed as you could kiss his lips.

'i'll walk you home'

'i don't want to, and anyway, maybe you're his partner in crime, leave me alon-'

previous to you had finished your phrase, he threw your tiny body on his shoulder, leisurely walking, better say, carrying you home. you beat his back, softly reminiscent of a parody of the word 'let me go, moron, i can walk by myself'

'tch, fine, idiot,' he deliberately shrugged his shoulder to close your mouth as heard the name you had given him. 'by the way, what's your name or you prefer the name idiot?' you said sarcastically.

'for you it's toji'

well.

as a result of your crawl and also being talkative when clearly you shouldn't be, you ended up being in a relationship with a man, who'd obviously fuck you on the first date, as it may count as a 'date', anywhere-anytime, by the way.

although you wouldn't ever say he isn't hot or sexy, conversely, you willingly allow him to breed, precisely you'd beg toji to breed you on the straightaway on the cervix, but for one thing.

you're a virgin.

hilariously - it's true. nothing bad to be in your age a virgin, but if you weren't dating toji it'd fine: his dirty jokes and lustful eyes which are maddening you insane, also his fucking athletic body which is outlining through the t-shirt or white cotton shirt [he wear it once] you thought he did it purposely: he knew your secret, undoubtedly could sniff your chaste nature as if you can emit fragrance.

on the second date, it had been nine days since you got acquainted with him, as you moved in with him. toji was exceedingly obsessed with every step of yours - he followed you from the work, in the mall or market, for your security and control every guy who'd be close to you.

although, you couldn't hide your addiction - he's a drug you should be careful with or you might be addicted as if you ain't. he isn't wearing pants in home, walking in front of you solely in underwear. he could walk from the shower in a terry towel wrapped around his torso as he buries his hands in his dark hair mess it up.

'what are you looking at, girl?'

you couldn't take your eyes off his bulging..

'you. just you. i'm gonna cook dinner, something.. special?'

'eggs, baby'

fushiguro put hands above the door frame, exhale and tensed every muscle, narrowing predatory eyes as you were the extraction he was target for. you're laying on his king size bed [lol i'm sorry i'm out], wondering is everything he has gotten measured in king size as he interupted your reflection by putting the knee on the edge of the bed.

'mine. in your pussy'

as if you're bewitched - you couldn't talk, just contemplate as he leisurely moves towards you. you couldn't contravene as he tugs your face to ogle in your absentminded eyes as you're avoiding his gaze, looking at the ceiling or door or even window. not. at. his. bulge.

your heart had stuck in your throat when toji ran his hand under his shirt, certainly, he has a kink of dominion, when he suddenly stopped. despite of your uncertainty and timid of subsequent play, you looked at his emerald eyes as he licks his lips with a tongue.

'are you sure, baby girl? i mean, it's your first time after all'

you quell your forthcoming question staring deeply into lascivious eyes, put hands on his massive shoulders. as you anticipated, his cock twitched as toji letting out a low groan in your ear, kissing your temple. you're absentmindedly running finger pads on his back, not knowing the proximity of bodies that are readiness wanted to intertwine together. not knowing how much it turns him on.

'stop me if i go crazy over your body, okay?'

as if. as if you dare would rip out his tongue off your crotch as he makes you his woman. toji left on your red cheeks quick kisses, took off the towel. you shut your eyes tight, still holding his shoulders barely squeeze them, letting out a hushed moan.

after you quelled your moan, toji touched your lips against his one, running fingers on your lower stomach to the cup of the breast without touching the hard nipple. light movements mixed with his muted groans. his pads deftly touched one areola as you emitted a sharp purr, arching your back a little as a dulcet sign for toji.

you dug your fingers into toji's back, as he put a finger on your hard nipple, holding himself as to grab your tits and clench it in his large hand.

you gasp for the air as if there was a catastrophic shortage of it due to the pressed body of toji. you responded at his deep kiss, wrapping hands around his neck, apparently begging for something more.

he pulled away from the kiss just to take off the shirt he has given you, baring your untouched by no one but him tits, leading palms onto breasts, skipping nipples between the gaps through fingers. he reached down to your lips to give a bit of warning kiss as he slightly bit your lip, kissing all the way down to your collarbone, finally leaving there manifestations of hickeys.

for how long toji has been stopped from leaving on your stunning skin his marks? it seems it has been absolutely not many days but toji, as you may see, clearly has to leave labels on your neck.

he dug his teeth into your neck, frantically wants your area to be dotted by him as a token for everyone meaning: she's taken, dude, don't mess up with her.

for how long toji has been stopped from touching your sensitive area as having been feel warmth and tenderness is emitted from your body?

toji squeezes your nipple imponderable, to make you feel some kind of power over you becoming submitted by toji fushiguro, a sorcerer killer, a man who owned you, spinning the pea between pads, making you let out whimpers.

'you drive me insane, little one,' he approached his face close to the breasts, touched your pea with his tongue cautiously, as not to frighten you away. 'i'm gonna make your pussy drool beneath me, completely own you as my little girl'

you feel yourself gush beneath him, burying hands in his messy hair as your breath has stuck in the throat as toji snuggles his lips on your tits, sucking your hard and probably swollen from teasing. fushiguro has made you became wet in your panties as he's moistening your breast, hearing your precipitous whimpers.

'toj-toji, i don't know-'

'tch, little girl, relax your body and let daddy do the rest'

as he pronounced, he moves down, leaving the trace of wet kisses on your stomach, massaging your hips, stopping his action to look at your red face. your chest heaves heavily every time you feel toji's silky lips on your belly as his finger pads caressing your thighs. as if something weighty is resting on your chest you take deep breathes, breathlessly exhaling.

'spread your legs'

you obediently did what he said, hesitating a bit as the only fabric holding him back to bury his mouth against your pussy, assembling all juices, tasting your cum as if it's his meal. he rested kisses on the fabric of panties, couldn't sate with tender kisses he spreads on your body.

deliberately run tongue on your labia through the thin fabric as you were about to push his hand from your crotch as toji grab you by the hips, pulling you closer. he slackens his teasing actions by kissing your inner thighs. as your cunt was lack of attention from toji, you let out a pliant whimper, approximately woefully have purred.

toji's self-restraint thinning as you're silently begging with your eyes and your hands immeasurably are burying in his dark hair. the tip of his tongue deftly sideline panties, flicked it, as he discovered a divine view on your drooling hole.

'stop me now, because i won't be able to hold back later'

teasufully kissing your labia and area around the place he should be playing with as anticipating for some pliant whimpers of you, deliberately showing you he'll lick that swollen clit, pressing a soft kiss on the skin instead. fushi's shattering your hopes of being eating every time he kissed literally everything and lick everywhere besides your hole and clit. he acts like an inexperienced teenager, notwithstanding, you know that toji'd ruin or demolish your holes like a monster.

't-toji..'

'yes, my little girl' he pressed the tip of his tongue on your clit, hearing those moans he's willing to listen for the rest of his life, then take away as you were about to press his mouth back again, digging his tongue deep inside you, although he obviously couldn't reach to your cervix, barely permeate in your hole.

'you want me to eat your little pussy?'

as if you can't talk, you nodded. scarcely reached up to take off the last thing, leisurely pulling down the panties, staring at you as a predator. toji is standing on his knee on the bed, threw your ankles on his shoulders, smooching ankles watching as to how your cheeks are becoming pinky, as you try not to look at his dick. still, you're a timid one, despite your words.

he reached to your face to give you a voluptuous kiss, returning to the starting position.

'look at your pretty pussy'

he kissed your clit in a flash replace into the tongue, making a circles on swollen and needy spot, decisively giving you what've been begging for. running the tip of the tongue on your virgin hole, leaving it for the dessert, returning to your clit.

you'd swear to god you can see stars in the ceiling as toji squeezing your nipples while moistening you. the proximity of his face in your pussy is driving you insane, for the days of cohabitation you understood he isn't a tender one, vice versa, he'd fuck you whenever his dick gets erect. maybe it's a rush of tenderness, maybe it's the fear of hurting his girl. nevertheless, you not scared to give toji full control of your body and bring you to your first orgasm by ripping the hymen. if that's i may call the way he's licking you, it'd be make-out with your pussy, due to his relentless movements by flicking his tongue on the clit.

'baby,' he pulled away from it, as you squeeze a sheet, making your knuckles become whiten as you spread legs wider, watching his mocking grin appeared on the face. 'i'll be gentle' he pressed his lips on your forehead, taking from the bedside table lubrication to low the friction. although, the thought of his dick ripped the hymen, putting all his tenderness in your first time, make your knees get shaken.

he put a soft kiss on your lips, smearing lubrication on his dick, substitute cock on the entrance. abrupt and penetrating pain wavily covered your body as you feel soft lips covered your mouth, blunting the pain with one hand being dug in your hip, painting illegible traces. another hand he put on your cheek, drawing circles with his thumb, waiting till getting used to the pain.

toji will find lots of red stripes from your nails on his back, smirked, as reminiscing about that special night when he made you his woman. his broad back was made merely for you to leave thousand and thousand fingernail impressions every night. toji had let a low groan as he feels as you move fingertips to the neck, exhaling in his chest.

he entered all his dick inside you feeling as your walls compressing the base, getting used to being full with his thick cock. you're indulging at the new, mind-blowing feeling, give him sheepish kisses as you're scared to be rejected. he moves his palm from the cheek to the ear, running fingers through your tangled but soft to the touch. you nudged your hips up, intermittently letting your breath out.

'tch, if you're not feeling well, i can come-'

'more, toji, more'

without breaking up kiss, he pulled out cock to the tip as pulling it again slowly, stretching your walls, touching with the tip your cervix as his balls touching your ass, groaning in the kiss, softly caress your thigh. you moved your palms to the shoulder, touching the musculature, going down to the biceps wrapping his arm as another hand attempting to draw patterns on the back as if it a canvas for you.

you can feel every vein, curve, and the way his tip is expanding gummy walls, as toji diligently coming in, adjusting inside you then pulling out. you're focusing on how full you're with his cock inside, your clarity gradually getting mushed as the sharp pain turning into a pleasurable and delightful feeling. sating to the new feeling might get addiction, but you're far beyond to accept that, surrendering to your lover as he gets addicted to it. you grasp for his shoulders, as he nudged in you, leaving whimpers from your mouth.

'like that, huh?' he pulled his cock out to contemplate as your facial expression have changed: you furrowed eyebrows as felt your hole being empty without thick toji's cock, practically purring like a march cat. 'beg me for it, baby'

what an insatiable man you've got. he licked his lips, looking down on it. your hymen has left blood, as he glanced at you to see his future wife your reaction.

'i-i toji, it's..'

he hummed, returning to your lips, slowly giving back the missing part.

'you okay?' you nodded as a response; he's perceiving fullness as wants to fill you up, but desperately be tempered himself, blaming he didn't wear a condom to do it. a dozen of half-moons will be littering your hips as toji's digging nails, scrambled your mind with squelches pushes in your hole. 'relax, baby girl, i'm here' he thrusts inside the spongy spot, ripping another moan out of you, voluptuous to his ears. 'baby~ you tease me with those moans of yours'

his cock was aimed at a place inside your vagina, with a slow but deep thrust skillfully reaching your cervix, massaging with the tip of his cock that spot. toji's staring at your pleased, satisfied face as he found that needy place of yours.

holding on to the headboard in the bed as support, clutching the sheet with his other hand like the composure he was rapidly losing with each thrust into your hole, formerly virgin cunt, letting out a heavy sigh, tilting his head back.

wiggling the pelvis backward and forwards as heard beneath his body your whimpers, feeling replenishment on his skin to his previous strips, losing remains self-control as your walls have been clenching his cock, as your body gets shaking as his, preparing the body for the coming ecstasy.

'toji, mh~' you tilted the head back on the pillow, wrapping legs around his pelvis, quelling moans while arching back against his chest. you're milked [? correct if i'm wrong] his cock, shuddering. you felt his lips on your cheeks, as he's covering your wet face in kisses, pulling cock out.

'damn, baby, probably-' he stroke his hard cock a couple of times before releasing his cum onto your belly. fushiguro ran fingers from the hairline, wiping beads of sweat from the hairline through hair. 'are you good?'

as you're still catching your breath you rested on your face a slight smile, closing eyes. he giggled, getting out of bed.

'almost made a baby' it took him a second or two, to lift you up in my arms, leading into the bathroom. 'i'm gonna clean you up, my baby. but you could fall asleep in my arms, you did such a good job by taking my cock' he kissed your forehead, wiping your drops of sweat.

'i love you, toji'

he put you on the washing machine, turning away from you to fill the tub. what went unnoticed was his relaxed smile after your phrase.

'i love you more, little one'

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↳ back to the main master list.

i feel i made lots of mistakes, like, idk. correct me if smth i did wrong.

i remember my promise to do one more work with toji, so lately i'll write hdc + drabble with him.

[agentsoftie]

stitches and ditches

summary: y/n and spencer get in a fight. due to the fight y/n goes to the hospital where she gets taken. spencer has to find her before it’s to late

a/n: plot holes. plot holes everywhere. so i’m sorry for that, super sorry. also like i don’t really know how to write fight scene and stuff ig so sorry if it sucks. and i skipped like 3 classes for this, so don’t let it flop

warnings: fight, angry spencer, torture, a case, violent spencer (idrk what to call it) and whole lotta angst. i happy ending though! kinda, idrk

word count & pairing: spencer x (fem) reader & 4.1k

remember to like and reblog!!

It all started the day he came home from work. This was one of the longest trips he’d been on so you decided to make him his favorite. Pumpkin Pie. And god knows how hard it is to make pie, but you did it anyways, for him. It wasn't too late when he got home but It wasn't too early either. More like the time right after dinner and just before dessert. You had just got the pie out of the oven when you heard the door open and someone walk in.

“Spencer! Finally you’re home! How are you!” You said while he put his bag away. He didn't turn to look at you yet which was kinda weird since the first thing he does when he gets home is kiss you right on the lips. “Fine,” He mumbled while sitting down at the table still not looking at you. “Spencer, come on what’s wrong?” You asked while grabbing his hands, but he immediately retracted. Which made sense because of who he was, but you’re not gonna admit that it didn't hurt. “Nothing Y/N.”

You knew that something was wrong, and it didn't take a profiler to see that. Everything about him was just off. “Come on, it's me. You can tell me anything.”

“Y/N.” Spencer said in a deep tone. You’d never heard him like this or seen in that sense. He was always happy to see you, to be with you. And were with his too. “Spencer no, come on. I can see that you’re clearly not fine. So come on, open up.”

“Y/N I said I’m fine!” You were appalled. He had never raised his voice at you, but it was bound to happen one day, you just. You just were shocked. “Spencer,” You said in a low voice completely contradicting his loud yell. “What!”

“Spencer calm down!” You say yelling at him. Although you realized that yelling at someone to calm down probably wasn't the best way to do it.

“No Y/N, you need to just stop and shut up!” Shut up. That’s the first time he’s ever told you to shut up. Infact, you think it's the first time he’s ever told anyone to shut up.

“Spencer just talk to me! It’s not that fucking hard!”

“No Y/N it is. It's tremendously hard and you just wouldn't understand.”

“Just tell me. And I'll see if I understand. But don't just gatekeep your emotions and feelings.”

“Y/N I said no! Why cant you listen to simple fucking directions! It’s not that fucking hard!” Each and every time he yelled at you, it's like your heart physically broke. And you could feel it breaking. But how do you tell him to stop? All you wanted was to know how he feels. Was that really so hard?

“Spencer why the hell are you acting like this! I understand that your job is hard but that doesn't mean that you can pour all your anger out on me! And if you are gonna do that, you can at least do the kind thing and share how you feel! And what's wrong! I mean, is that really so much to ask!”

“Oh really, that's how you wanna play this! You think this is just a little game don’t you!”

“Game Spencer! You think I play this as a game! Well this game is my life!” You were drop dead angered at this point. “What in the world gives you the right to act like this! Please, explain!” All he does is scoff at you. “I'm not joking Spencer! Why the hell are you acting like this! You've changed!”

“Oh I’ve changed! Y/N you've changed! You're always trying to kiss up my ass! I mean jesus! All you want is money! Like god!”

“Oh I want money! Spencer! I don't need your pathetic money! It may not have dawned on you since you couldn't bother to care, but I make a good amount of money. Yeah, you’re not the only one who paid for this place. So stop acting like you are.”

“Oh wow! Haha, you sick son of a,” He stopped immediately after realizing what exactly he was saying.

“Say it Spencer! Finish the goddamn sentence!”

“Y/N, you know I wont.” He says in a shift of tone. Still equally as affecting though.

“Why? Huh? You've already said so much, just wrap it up with a nice little red bow on top!”

“Y/N, stop,” He said, his tone getting more and more demeaning by the second.

“Do it Spencer! Do it!”

“Goddamn it Y/N I said stop!!” He yelled before throwing a glass at the wall behind you. You both immediately shut up, as trying to process what just had happened. Did he actually just try to hurt you? No, Spencer would never do that. Would he? You touched the back of your head and felt blood on your ear. You looked down at the blood and Spencer walked towards you but all you did was pull back from his touch.

“Don’t,” You mutter in fright. Putting your hands up against his chest, but not touching. His eyes looked at you as if they were trying to say something but just couldn't. You grabbed your purse, keys, phone, a coat, and slipped into some shoes. “Y/N, where are you going?”

“To the clinic or hospital or whichevers open right now. To get this checked out and stitched up.”

“Y/N, come on just stay here. I can stitch it up. I can do everything. Just dont leave. Im sorry, okay. I- I don't know why I did that. I promise I didn't mean too.” He begs and pleads but you just can't say with him tonight. No, not tonight. Tonight was too bad, tonight was a dent that was not going to be fixed.

“I just can't, Spencer. Okay, not tonight. There’s some pasta in the fridge, and I love you… I guess.” And with that you got in your car and left leaving Spencer to just sit in his own tears. He just sat at the table thinking of everything he did wrong. Everything that went wrong. And the worst part is that absolutely nothing wrong or bad happened at work today. He was just exhausted, that's all. And instead of telling his girlfriend, he started a fight. And he knew that you were in the right, for everything.

“Hi, Y/N. I’m Dr. Michael Gray. And it looks like something happened to your ear.” He says while standing at the door.

“Oh hi! Haha. And um… I thought that nurses were supposed to, you know, stitch up stitches.”

“Oh yeah, well they are. But you’re just so gorgeous I pass up the offer.”

“Oh, haha,” You say, not knowing how to feel. Although there was one thing you knew, and that was that this was uncomfortable as hell. “Well, I mean I do have a boyfriend.” You said just so he wouldn't try to make any moves.

“Oh well hey! Do you have any siblings or friends? I'm fine with absolutely anyone and everyone.” He says while disinfecting your ear and pulling the glass out.

“You’re Pan?” You ask to distract yourself from the pain.

“Yeah. You’re not gonna request another doctor now right?” He asks while carefully taking out the glass and putting it on a white napkin in front of you. That was a big piece.

“No, of course not!” You say in offence. “How could you ever think that.”

“It happens a lot with people. Especially the pretty ones. They automatically get turned off when I tell them I like everyone. I don't care about your gender, just your personality and how you treat me.”

“Oh well I would never. And it sucks that-that happens.”

“Yeah. Okay, so here comes the fun part. Hey, how did you even get these stitches? Or, why do you need them? Like how did you get to this point?” He says while slowly stitching up your ear.

“Ha, I get it. You’re just fine. And all of this is due to my boyfriend.” You say in pain.

“Wait,” He stops doing what he’s doing and just stands there. “Your boyfriend did this?”

“Yes. And before you say anything else, I am not in an abusive relationship. Okay, he just had a bad day and I guess I made it even worse. And trust me, he didn't mean to do it.” You say as he finishes stitching up your ear.

“Do you have a place to stay tonight?” He asks while pouring out a liquid into a small cup.

“No.”

“Then, come stay with me. At my place. And here drink this, it’ll help with the pain. A lot.”

He says while giving you a small cup filled with what looked like to be a crushed up powder poorly mixed in with water. Or whatever that the liquid was.

“Oh no. We just met.” You spoke before drinking it.

“You got anywhere better to stay? Plus my shift ends in 5 so it would be the most practical decision.”

You knew that it was wrong. After everything that Spencer had told you. But for some reason you still went. Even though you knew you should have gone back home to Spencer. And god knows what he was doing right now. But you couldn't just let your pride fall and go home. That would be pathetic. “You know what, okay! I mean what the hell! You seem nice and I’m not in the mood to face him again. Or at least for now.”

“Sweet!”

“Just one question… are you gonna kill me?” It was a stupid question to ask, you know. But after everything that Spencer and his family have been through. And with what happened to haley, you just couldn't help but to ask.

“No Y/N, I’m not gonna kill you. Now come on, let me get logged out and let's leave this place. Oh and Y/N, you can call me Michael.” He says while taking off his lab coat.

“Okay Michael.”

He brought you into his car and the drive to his place felt like hours. Although you really couldn't remember most of it since you passed out a quarter way through. The last thing you do remember is him putting his hand on your thigh and looking over at you with a smirk.

It had been 3 days. 3 days since you left to get your ear stitched up. 3 days since Spencer had last seen you. Since you had seen him. Or any of your friends. 3 days since you left your life. In those 3 days, Spencer completely lost himself. All of the books were on the floor. The bed was an absolute mess. And the kitchen was left just as it was the night it happened. He, himself, was a mess. His hair had not been brushed. He was still wearing the same clothes. And he’d been surviving on coffee and granola bars.

“Guys, we got a new case, come on.” Penelope chimes as they all do paper work. Spencer can’t help but look at his phone every 2 minutes just waiting for a text or call or any sign of life and/or love.

“What’s wrong pretty boy?” Derek asks.

“Yeah, you've been acting tense lately.” JJ adds.

“Nothing, It’s just Y/N,” He gruffs.

“Do I smell relationship problems,” Derek says jokingly.

“Derek!” JJ scoffs. “What's wrong Spence?”

“Nothing I just… Look, something happened, and now she’s not answering any of my text and calls, and I'm starting to get worried. That's really all there is.”

“Well what happened exactly? To you know, make her leave I guess.” JJ asks.

“Um, we had an argument. A pretty bad one. I came home after the case. The Checkersfeild one. And um, I was just tired. And instead of telling her that, I got super mad and said some things that I regret. And also did a thing I regret. A lot. And I would explain everything to her if she answered whenever I called or texted but she didn't.”

“How bad was the argument?” She asks again.

“Pretty bad. It was our first, but it was really bad. Just words coming and pouring out.”

“Spencer, how long have you and Y/N been dating?” Derek asks in shock at the fact that he just said ‘first argument’.

“2 and half years now.”

“And you two have never fought? What's this secret that you're keeping from me.”

“Well you know, we had our mutual disagreements. And sometimes we argued a little but it was small and it lasted for like an hour. And right after we would apologize and everything would be okay. It would all be fine.” Spencer said, his voice got longer and slower as the words went on.

“Wow, um… Spencer. You really love her, don't you.” Derek asked.

“Yeah. I really do, don't I.” Spencer says while walking into the briefing room.

As everyone sat down Derek couldn’t help but to keep looking at him. He knew that Spencer was hiding something, he just didn't know what. Or how to figure it out.

“Okay everyone this is Isabella Stines. The latest victim of our new unsub. Police are calling him The Ditcher. Since, as you can see, they leave the body in ditches after what looks like hours and hours of tourture. 5 other people were found too. First was Mindy Kindle, then Jake Johnson. Next, Rosé Hinnings, then we have Jennifer Gordon. And last, and hopefully least, Kross Noing. The ‘K’ is silent.” Penelope says while everyone looks down at the picture of the crime scenes and blood smeared across the screen.

“Do they have anything in common?” Spencer asks just before his phone starts ringing. He immediately picks it up even though the rule that Hotch made up states that you can't answer phones when you’re in the briefing room getting briefed for a new case. “Y/N.” Spencer asks, not knowing who this was since he didn't have enough time to look at the caller ID. “No, this is Sharron Richard, her boss. She hasn't shown up to work for these past days and we’re getting worried. She has a case coming up and this is a big one for her. We’ve been trying to contact her, but she’s not answering. So we called you since she left you as her backup or whatever you call it. So, have you seen or heard from her?” Sharron asks over the phone.

“Um no I- I haven't.” Spencer mutters through the phone so no one except Sharron could hear it. Although that failed miserably.

“Oh, okay. Well if you hear from her, or see her anytime soon. Please tell her to contact us.” And with that the phone was hung up.

“Pretty boy what was that?” Derek asks.

“Uh, nothing. Just a call from Y/N’s work. Apparently she’s been missing. Although you already knew that so…” Spencer said while looking down at his phone more time, then putting it away. Everyone just gave him this weird look of dissatisfaction.

“Okay anyway, yes there are some similarities. And luckily, all of these are taking place here so you guys won't be flying out anywhere! Or wait, isn't that a bad thing?” Penelope exclaims.

“Garcia,” Hotch says in his natural stearn and damning voice.

“Sorry boss. Anyways, The ME found traces of propofol and thiopental in each of their systems. For those of you who don't know what that is, it's basically a drug that doctors use to get patients into a coma before surgeries and/or if it's needed medically.”

“So only doctors would have access to it?” Emily asks.

“Over here in Virginia, yes. There are no stores that sell it here due to too many people ODing.” Spencer answers. “Garcia, did the ME find any signs of sexual assault?”

“No they did not. Looks like it was just tourture.”

“Hey Garcia, did they have anything else in common?” Emily asks.

“Yeah check this out. Each of the victims have a medical visit to “The Charleston Hospital” the night before dying. Or getting captured at least. And, it looks like each of them came in after what looked like an action of abuse. It was hard to spot but luckily the bill got it.”

“Okay, thank you Garcia. JJ, Prentiss, come with me. We’re going to the crime scene. Rossi, you go to the ME. Morgan and Reid stay here and try to find some things and connections. And Garcia, you just do what you do best.” Hotch says while getting up.

Everyone was gone from the briefing room except for Garcia who was taking down some files, and Spencer, who was looking at the file. But one part in particular. Could it have happened. No, it couldnr have. Could it?

“Hey Garcia?” He asked.

“Yes sugar,”

“Can I get something?”

“Why of course, what is it that you need?”

“Um, I need records and security tapes.”

“Come with me my sweet child.” She says while walking out the door and into her office, or as she likes to call it, batcave.

“Okay here are the records for-” She got cut off by a frantic Spencer.

“No, not for them, but for Y/N Y/L/N.”

“Your girlfriend?” She asks.

“Yes, my girlfriend.”

“Um, okay. So yeah. It looks like she went to Charleston um about 3 nights ago for some stitches.”

“And the security tapes. From that night. Can you see where she went? Or if she got in her car?”

“You doubt me. Don't doubt me. Okay so here. It looks like she got into this car. But, it looks like there is someone with her. Im sorry Spencer.”

“Don't be. Just, what’s the licence plate numbers?”

“Um, 56HI90ZC3. Spencer, if you want, we can talk about it.” She says in a soft tone. Thinking that his girlfriend would be cheating on one of her friends.

“No not now. I just need you to track that car, can you do that?”

“Done. Okay so it looks like the last time the car was spotted was here, Cherry Ann Avenue. It looks like they took a turn in this field, and that's all.”

“Great, I need you to contact Hotch and Rossi, and tell them that we got the guy.”

“On it. But, hey do you wanna talk about it?”

“Garcia, we don't have any time. Someone I love is in danger and I don't wanna waste a single second.”

You woke up to the smell of blood, the sound of crickets, and a gut wrenching pain, everywhere across your body.. Crickets everywhere. You looked down to see many cuts. Cuts all over your body, everywhere. And in one place, you swear you saw a knife. What had happened? How long was I out? You tried to remember everything but all you could was getting in a fight with Spencer and then getting in a car with a doctor. Or a nurse, or whoever they were.

“Ah, so you're up.” Michael said as he walked up from the shadows behind him.

“Who are you and what do you want?” You say trying your best to back away from him but something ties you down.

“You forgot who I am already. I must have added a little more meds in there for you. Huh, well that's alright. I’m Michael. More professionally, Dr. Michael Gray.” You just sat there trying to hear him over the intense pain you were in. Almost as if you'd been stabbed 100 times, maybe you had, who knows. “You see, your boyfriend was being the abusive piece of shit he is and so now I'm helping you. Helping you get better.”

“You sick bastard. You're not helping me, you're causing me pain.” You say as he gets closer and closer to your face.

“Shut up!!” He says as he slaps you. “I know what I’m doing!! Do you know how many people I’ve put out of misery!!” He yells in your face. You can feel the spit reaching your face as he does this.

“You’ve hurt those people. You've put them through pain. So much pain. Instead, you could have helped them. But this, this is not help, no this is torture, abuse, assult.”

“I SAID SHUT UP!!” He yelled while throwing the metal tray on the table across the room. “YOU KNOW WHAT, MAYBE WHAT YOU'RE PATHETIC LITTLE BOYFRIEND DID TO YOU WAS GOOD. YOU DESERVED IT!! Don't deserve me, or my help!”

You were shocked. You were scared. You were terrified. But you didn't want to admit it. And the sad part is, all he truly wanted to do is help you. But just at that moment you heard sirens. Sirens everywhere, and they got louder and louder until you saw the colors. Flashing up against the brown wooden wall and the shag carpeting on the floor.

Suddenly you heard a loud bang, the door had come down. “Michael Gray!” You heard someone yell. “Michael, we know what you've done, and we know that you’re here!”

“No, this can't be happening. No no no no no. NO!” He yelled in panic. The most stupid thing to do when you’re trying to hide.

Suddenly 3 people came rushing to the room. One of them happened to be your boyfriend. Who ran over to you immediately without any hesitation.

“Hey Y/N, it's me, Spencer. You're gonna be okay.” He said while holding you. All you did was smile and nod. You wanted to tell him that you loved him, but you just couldn't. You were so sore and tired. And all you wanted to do was go to sleep. Even though you knew that you shouldn't have since, well, you know. You would probably die. But you just couldn't help it.

You woke to a bright light. Or multiple in this case. Why was everything so white. White hurts people. You felt a tug to your hand as you saw who was holding it, Spencer. He stayed. And for god knows how long. He was asleep, and you didn't want to wake him. Poor boy looked like he hadn't gotten any sleep for the past week or so. You checked the clock as the time read 10:37pm. Perfect, just the most perfect time to wake up. You tried to grab your phone, but you had to stretch to get it, and you were not doing that.

Spencer, although woke up from your failed attempt at grabbing your phone. “Y/N, you're awake.” He said dreamily with his eyes half shut.

“Hi Spencer.”

Once he truly realized what was going on, he jumped up from his seat and gripped your hand tighter than before. “Y/N baby, how are you? Are you okay?”

“Well, truthfully. No, I am not okay. I mean, I just got tortured for god know how long, and I think I’ve been asleep. But again, I don't know how long. And oh god, I had my case that I’ve been working on for the past 6 months that was supposed to happen and I missed it!” You say as if the world was ending. He just looks at you. No emotion, just stares.

“Y/N it’s okay. I sorted that out, don't worry. You’re just okay. Why did you go with them anyway?”

You don't know how to respond. Do you tell him everything, or tell him nothing at all. Do you leave out some bits? No, he deserves to hear the whole truth. “Spencer, after what happened that night, I was terrified of what was gonna happen if I came home. And my friends were out of town. So I really had no choice.”

“Y/N,” His voice cracked. “I am so sorry for what I did to you. I truly didn't mean to do that, it just happened. And I don't know why.”

“I know.”

“You probably hate me, and I get that. I would hate me too if I were you. I mean, look at what I put you through. I’m so sorry. And I understand if you wanna breakup and stuff. But, I just wanna say that I love you. I truly do.”

“Spencer,” You say while looking down at your hands, then back up. “I don't hate you. I could never hate you. Not after everything you’ve done for me. I love you, I do.”

He just smiled and kissed you on your forehead. “Y/N, you wanna about it?”

“Talk about what?”

“Everything that happened today.”

“Sure, but how about we talk about everything that happened the other day. I mean, I made you pie Spencer, Pie!” He just sat there while you were laughing looking into your eyes. “I love you.” He said. You just smiled and held his hand, “I love you too.”

tagging: @criminalmindsmoodrn, @marshmallowtraver, @ghostly-angelic, and @himarisolace

[katedrakeohd]

What Happens in Paris...(5)

My mind and body are buzzing with excitement and trepidation after Drake leaves to get ready for breakfast. The events of last night are still rushing through my mind: Me crashing Liam’s bachelor party, Drake confronting both Bastien and Bertrand, the hours I spent with Drake afterwards. I can still feel his presence around me, smell him on me, the way his mouth and hands had felt on me and it all made me feel warm all over. 

I have to give myself a mental shake to bring myself back to the present, refusing to let myself dwell on all the passion we experienced just a few hours ago, knowing it would consume me all over again if I let it. 

Sucking in a deep cleansing breath, I flop my suitcase up on the bed and pick out something to wear. A tank top and sweats for now, and a t-shirt and jeans for later. I frown at my overly casual wardrobe, knowing that my best things are still back at the Palace. I’m not sure yet what is on the itinerary for today, and hopefully Maxwell can help me find something appropriate when the time comes.

Throwing on my sweats and tank, I gather my hair up in a messy bun and grab my toiletries caddy and my change of clothes. Hopefully I didn't meet up with anyone on the way to the showers. ‘Lady Kate’ wasn't looking exactly ladylike today. Shoving my feet into my sneakers, I unlock my door and then peek out into the corridor. It's all quiet and I don't see anyone, so I turn left to go down to the showers. 

The door is ajar when I get there and I peek in before sliding it all the way open. Drake is standing at a sink in a bathrobe, shaving. 

"Well, hello there stranger." I drawl with a smirk, then slide the door shut behind me. 

He glances my way briefly and then goes back to shaving his neck. "Be careful there, Darling, I don't want to cut myself."

I lean against the counter a few feet away to watch him shave. "Oh, little old me? Do I distract you Drake?"

He rinses his razor in the sink, and then goes back to shaving, mumbling, "Just a little."

I set my shower caddy, with its various bottles and beauty products next to his understated and simple black toiletry bag. He makes a little chuckling sound and then smirks at me in the mirror. "Do you really need so much stuff that you have to carry it in a caddy thingy? I travel light, and keep it simple."

I look at the beauty products I brought with me, "Well yeah, I need all this stuff. You know, shampoo, conditioner, bodywash, hairspray, moisturizer, toner, cleanser, deodorant, toothpaste, my makeup, and brushes. Why, what do you pack in your bag of goodies?"

He shrugs, "Just the essentials."

I size him up in his fancy, plush black robe. And I reach out to pet the softness of his sleeve. "Is that so? And this robe is keeping things simple?"

Setting his razor down, he uses the towel around his neck to wipe his face and throat, and then turns to me. "You like it huh? Maxwell got it for me, insisting that I start wearing a robe. He couldn't handle me just wearing a towel when I came back from my shower."

I grin as I smooth my hands down the soft terry material, feeling the contours of his body beneath it. When my hands land at his belt, he stops me from untying it. "Shouldn't you be getting ready for Breakfast?"

I shrug, "Yeah, but that was before I ran into you in his sexy bathrobe, shaving and looking like a snack."

With a grin, he stuffs his hands into the pockets of his robe, and raises an eyebrow. "A sexy snack?"

"Have you had your shower yet, Drake?" I purr seductively as I untie the belt on his robe. 

"Not yet." He says, looking me up and down.  He reaches up to let my hair down and digs his hands into it and leans in to kiss me. 

The back of my neck tingles, and I take a deep breath in of the fresh scent of his skin as our lips meet. As the kiss deepens, I moan and slide my hands inside his robe, wrapping my arms around his waist. He breaks away from my lips to pepper my cheeks and forehead with little kisses. He chuckles as he whispers between kisses, "You're nothing but trouble."

"Mmm hmm," I agree, sliding my hands down to squeeze his ass. "How about we have a snack before breakfast?"

His mouth drops down to my neck as he picks me up and sets me down on the counter. "If you make me miss out on my bacon and eggs.." he growls as he pulls my tank top off over my head and steps in to fill the space between my thighs.

When I push his robe down off of his shoulders, he lets it drop to the floor. I can't help but admire how great he looks naked, all hard muscles and lean flesh. He grabs my ass and pushes his hard cock firmly against my core, his mouth hungrily devouring my lips. I gasp and wrap my legs around his hips. The thin barrier of my sweatpants is all that's left between us, as we grind up against eachother. 

We both hold on tight, hands wandering up and down backs as our mouths crash together again and again. I kick off my sneakers as he picks me up and walks toward one of the shower stalls. I giggle against his mouth as he fumbles with the curtain and then sets me down inside. With a grunt he bends over and tugs down my pants. I brace myself against the walls of the shower as he lifts each of my feet and frees my ankles. He kneels down on the floor of the shower, and starts caressing up the backs of my legs. Looking up at me with a grin he leans in and places kisses across my belly. 

His strong arms hug me around the hips and then, before I know it, he has one of my knees bent over his shoulder. I struggle to keep my balance on one foot, gasping as he kisses up the inside of my thigh. 

"Drake," I moan, the closer his lips get to my center. 

He presses me back against the shower wall to hold me still, as his mouth finds its prize. He licks and kisses against my outer lips and then I look down to see him wet his two middle fingers before sliding them into me. I gasp at the intrusion, and then feel a pleasant jolt as his tongue flicks against my clit. He alternates these flicks of his tongue with kisses and licks on the outside, teasing me with his hot breath on my damp skin. The whole time his fingers slide in, out, tease and massage my entrance, and then slide back in again. I'd never felt such pleasure, and as he worked I could feel the waves of heat rush through my veins, along with the rapid thumping of my heart. 

The one leg I was standing on started to give way, and I gripped him by the hair and pulled, trying to end his assault on my throbbing core before I collapsed. "Drake..stop." I whimper, gasping for breath.

Hugging me around the hips again, Drake places gentle kisses up my belly as I slide down the stall and sink into his lap. I wrap my arms around his neck and throw my head back with a moan as he thrusts his hips upward and I find myself impaled by bliss. 

I have to hold on tight as he bucks up against me, and our groans and gasps of pleasure echo off the bathroom walls as his pace intensifies. With the size of him, it doesn't take long to push us both over the edge. We collapse against the wall of the shower, all tangled up in gasping mouths and shaking limbs. I lean my cheek against his shoulder and he strokes his hand up and down my back as we catch our breaths.

As he kisses me on the forehead, I joke, "I don't think this is what 'getting showered' before Breakfast means."

"Probably not. We keep getting more dirty instead of clean."

"I suppose we should actually get some water and soap involved."

As I climb back off of his lap, he touches me on the arm. "Don't get up. I'll do it."

He leaves me sitting on the floor of the shower and then goes out to get bathing supplies, and I wonder what he's going to bring back.

A few seconds later he returns with a basic bar of soap and my bottle of shampoo. He hands me the bottle and then takes my hand to help me up.

"We already know the shower stall is big enough for two, so we may as well keep sharing it," he says.

I glance at his bar of soap. "So you really just do the basic thing when you travel?"

He turns around to turn on the water. "When I would travel around with Liam and we'd stay in hotels, I just got used to using the complimentary stuff provided and then throwing it away before I went home. It's easier and less messy than taking along all of my stuff from my bathroom. Once you've had a bottle of shampoo or can of shaving cream explode inside your luggage and ruin all of your clothes you learn your lesson."

As the warm water sprays down over us both, we go about getting clean. He lathers up the bar of soap in his hands and then sets it down on the ledge. After I slick my wet hair back from my face, I giggle as his soapy hands roam over my breasts and he leans in to kiss me. 

"I'll wash you, and you can wash me." His voice rumbles as he chuckles in the small space of the shower.

I can taste the water running down his face as we kiss. I step back and then reach up to push his wet hair out of his face and smile. "As long as you're giving me the chance to touch you all over, you definitely have a deal."

Drake picks up the bar of soap again, and grins down at me,  "And what do you want me to wash first?"

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[butwhyduh]

The Inheritance pt 3

Avengers cast horror au

Warning: hint of smut, danger, murder, blood, scary stuff

Word count: 2045

Summary: Tom Holland is informed he's inherited a family estate but not all is what it seems in the manor on the hill.

"Of all the gin joints in all the town's in all the world, she walks in to mine," Douglas said slowly.

"Casablanca, right?" Michelle said smiling as she sat beside him.

"Good ear," Douglas responded. "You know you always knew how to stand out in a crowd."

"You've always been a flirt," she countered taking a drink of her cocktail. He shrugged as sipped his drink.

"Guilty as charged. But tonight I only have eyes for you," He said. "You were the one that got away. I never loved anyone like you."

"Not even Helena, your wife?"

"I loved her, sure. But it wasn't the same. She didn't deserve what I did to her either," Douglas mused.

"Am I dead," Michelle asks bluntly. She picked up an olive an ate it.

"Yes, we are. Trapped in the house. I am sad that you are stuck but I can't deny that I'm glad you are here " Douglas said.

"Can we communicate with the outside? With the living?" Michelle asked. She wasn't scared. It was surreal but she wasn't alone.

"I haven't tried. I don't know what to say to them. My boys. They hate me," he said softly.

"Douglas, they don't hate you. They never understood you. They hated me. They should have hated me. I ruined your marriage," Michelle said placing her hand on his. "Talk to them."

"Won't I scare them?"

"Probably but try it anyways."

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"I am a physician. I can take a look without disturbing anything if you would allow," the tall man said to the lawyer. His hands held together meekly next to his chest.

Don grasped his nose bridge between 2 fingers. This was morally grey and legally a nightmare. And the rain wouldn't stop.

"Sure, why not," Don said vividly remembering them carrying a body to the cellar. He was pretty sure he was going to lose his licence from this night alone. "Who are you by the way?"

"Oh, pardon me. I am Thomas. Thomas Hiddleton sir. I am Brie's boyfriend," he said adjusting his glasses and shaking Don's hand. He bent by the body and using a pencil, carefully manipulated her slightly. Brie stood behind him chewing her fingernails.

"Who is Brie?" Robert asked with glassy eyes.

"I'm Brie Larson. I rent the carriage house," she said. She seemed to sink into her sweater slightly. "We were going to the kitchen to get candles. And she was there." Brie looked off slightly dazed.

Tom watched in horror as the other Thomas gently pried open Michelle's mouth. Her tongue was a darkening purple color. He sighed.

"Where is the other body?" He asked grimly.

"What does that mean?" Tom asked with his eyes wide.

"She, err, well she was poisoned. That's a key symptom of arsenic poisoning. Works very effectively," he said. "The other body?"

"In the cellar. I guess we put her there too?" Sebastian asked.

"Yes," Don answered. "We have to wake the others to meet in the parlor."

Sebastian and Thomas carried her down to the cellar. Tom took to knocking on the doors. The door to the left opened to Laura and Zoe.

"Hello," Laura said. Tom tried not to look at her low cut gown hastily covered in a soft robe. God, it isn't the time, he told himself.

"Er, there was... just, er- meeting in the parlor," Tom finally got out turning red. Laura looked at him confused. "Your father has a meeting in the parlor."

"Oh, okay. We'll be there shortly," she said smiling and for a second Tom almost forgot about the situation. Jacob pulled him to the next door.

Jacob knocked and the door was swung open to a shirtless Chris Hemsworth. "Hey man, there's a meeting in the parlor. The lawyer sat it up," Jacob said. He received a curt nod and the door closed.

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Tom sat on a hard leather sofa in front of a roaring fire. Rain pelted the stain glass windows across the room. It was a Madonna of the Virgin Mary holding baby Jesus. Ironic, Tom thought, no one in this family is religious.

He stared at the figures as the others talked. As he stared the Virgin began to cry blood. Tom blinked rapidly as he looked.

"What the hell?" He asked standing up. The others looked at him.

"Are you okay man?" Jacob asked.

"She's crying blood! You- you don't see that?" He asked looking back at Jacob. "It's right- it was right there. I swear," he said looking at it closely. The red blood had turned to rain water.

"Do you need to lie down? It's very stressful here," Robert said to his son. His brows furrowed in worry. Tom had never seen a body before.

"No, I- I guess I saw wrong," Tom said unconvinced. "I'm fine."

The others looked on in skepticism. Tom sat back down as they continued talking. The group decided that the best action was to stay in their rooms until morning. Scarlett would be arriving or Brie would go to the old guard tower on the edge of the property to use the radio to call for help.

Tom trudged back to his room. Jacob flopped on the bed after locking the door. The storm thundered loudly and the lights flickered.

"That's what we need," Tom grumbled. "To be stuck in a haunted mansion with a killer with the electricity out."

"Yep. Let's find some candles," Jacob said rummaging through drawers. He found some green candles and lit them.

Tom laid down. His body was exhausted but he was nervous about possibly having another nightmare like before. Finally his body gave out and he fell asleep.

Tom woke to a soft form climbing on his lap. Tom gasped. His eyes blurry in the dark, he squinted. Soft lips and long hair brushed his bare neck. Innocent brown eyes looked up at his face. Laura?

"Hey," He whispered before a finger was placed on his lips. He quieted as she nibbled his earlobe. She grabbed his face and kissed him deeply. Her tongue darted into his mouth and he groaned. Tom's hands ran to her hips as she bit his bottom lip.

Suddenly she pulled away. But her hands found his and she pulled him along with her. Tom easily followed her. His eyes wandering to the shear short night gown. Her erect nipples visible in the dim light. She pulled him through a panel that opened into her room.

That's how she got in my room, Tom thought. His questions silenced as she pushed him against a wall and sucked a dark hickie on his collar bone. Her hands roamed his back and Tom whimpered. She pulled away again and pulled his hands to her window. She opened the window climbed out on the roof. The rain turned her gown into a second skin that Tom couldn't look away from if he tried.

He followed her out. Rain pounded them both but they ignored it as they kissed. Her hands wandered across his body and he gripped her hips tightly. He pulled the thin drenched material up her waist.

Suddenly a huge thunder clapped and lightening blinded Tom. He clamped his eyes closed and when he opened them, he was alone on the edge of the roof.

Laura stood in the window. Her face full of concern and her skin completely dry. She was yelling something Tom couldn't hear.

"Please don't jump. Come back inside. Please don't," she gasped. Her body trembled in fear. Tom looked at the ledge and then at her in confusion. Why would he jump?

"Please, I know I don't know you but I need you to come inside. It would kill me if something happened to you," she pleaded.

"I'm not going to jump," Tom said. He slowly walked back to the window and in the room. She hugged him tightly.

"Oh, thank God. I was so scared," Laura said. "Zoe went to the bathroom and I wake up to you opening the window to climb out."

"What? You were out there with me," Tom said bewildered.

"Me?? I'm terrified of heights. I would never climb out there," she said pulling away shocked.

"You pulled me to the balcony," Tom insisted. Laura shook her head.

"What's going on?" Zoe said walking in the room. Laura in her now wet nightgown and Tom in his shorts shivering and dripping water everywhere.

"He sleepwalked to the roof and almost fell off. I thought he was going to jump," Laura said. Tom shivered violently. Zoe shut the window.

"Let's get him some dry clothing," Zoe suggested.

"I'll go back to my room," he said shakily.

"You need a bath. You are really cold," Laura said touching his arm. Tom nodded as he shivered. He walked across the room and through the panel in the wall to his room. Jacob woke to the movement.

"What's going on," he asked sitting up.

"Tom almost sleepwalked off the roof. Go take a bath," Zoe said. Tom shivered and grabbed clean clothes from his luggage.

He walked into the bathroom down the hall. Black and white checkered marble floor complimented the ivory tub and gold and red stain glass window. It had a pattern of leaves falling from a tree. Tom was grateful that it wasn't a figure that could appear to cry blood.

He turned on the water and lit a candle as the lights flickered again. He climbed in the steamy bath. He couldn't remember the last time he took a proper bath. His muscles finally stopped shaking and he relaxed. His mind wandering to the dream. Laura had seemed so real. How had he known where the panel was?

He stopped thinking of that. Tom's brain hurt. He hadn't slept in hours and the 2 times he had, Tom had had a nightmare and sleepwalked. Tom closed his eyes and let the warm water and sound of the rain lull him. His breathing slowed and he fell into a dreamless sleep.

Tom woke to the sound of water pouring. He attempted to fall back to sleep but the pouring continued. He opened eyes to see red. The water he was in was pouring over the edge of the tub and was bright red.

Tom quickly sat up. He raised his hands and felt that it was thicker than water. Blood. Tom felt his body in a tub of blood. He quickly jumped from the tub and almost face planted on the floor. The vicious fluid slimy on the smooth tile. Tom yelped as he saw his bloody body. He quickly turned off the faucet that was pouring out more blood.

"Hey, are you okay man?" Jacob asked at the door. Tom quickly opened it for him. "Woah, dude. Put on some clothing."

"I think there is a bigger problem," Tom said hopping he wasn't losing his mind.

"Do you really want me to tell you what's wrong with your body?" Jacob deadpanned. Tom wrinkled his nose and looked at Jacob in confusion. He raised his arms in front of him.

"The blood. Bro, you don't see the blood?" Tom asked bewildered.

"I have no idea what you are talking about and honestly I'm worried about your mental health at this point," Jacob said slowly as though Tom might explode with loud noises.

Tom looked at his body. The blood had disappeared. Tom was naked, water was all over the floor, and he was dripping wet. "What is going on?" He asked exasperated.

"I don't know. Maybe I should ask your dad? Or your uncle that sounds like a doctor?" Jacob suggested.

"I don't know about that, mate. He's a stranger and that would be wei-"

"Maybe if you kept your dick to yourself this wouldn't happen! I can't wait until this weekend is over and I can leave. You are disgusting," Christopher roared in the hallway.

"What are you talking about? I didn't do anything," Chris pleaded. His arms raised in surrender to his husband.

"And that's why I saw you giving it to Sebastian," Christopher quipped with his arms crossed.

"What??" Chris asked. His eyes as big as dinner plates. "I would never sleep with your brother. What the hell is wrong with you?"

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