#till he weeps loudly and begs for ****** *****

[heelhausen]

aew fight forever is making Crash tag with Matt Jackson. The balls on this fucking game

[ava-achlys]

The Boyz NSFW Scenarios

Lee Juyeon - Curiosity

best friends! Juyeon x fem! reader

Warnings: underage sex, unprotected sex (wrap it up yall!)

- You and Juyeon were lounging around at his house after school one day. His family wasn't home so you had the whole house to yourselves for the evening, but you both chose to hang out in his room, playing video games and watching movies

- You've been best friends for a long time and had seen each other go through relationships and breakups, and both of you were very open and supportive of each other.

- You two had just finished a movie on his laptop and Juyeon was sprawled on his bed fiddling with his phone, while you were seated next to him. You suddenly remembered that you needed to search up something, so you let him know you were borrowing his laptop for a sec

- He grunts in affirmation, not even looking up from his phone. You click to open a new tab, but accidentally pull up his search history. Your eyes widen and you let out a snicker

- "You fucking horndog, is this what you're into?" you snort, slapping his leg that was closest to you. He jolts, whipping his head around to see what you were on about. He gasps in horror and tries to grab the laptop from you and you two end up wrestling on the bed. Eventually he gives in and drops his head in embarrassment, whining as you read out title after title of porn videos.

- "'Students fucking in school bathroom', 'After school blowjob', 'Biology lesson turns personal'" you suppress your laughter at the poorly-titled videos. Some were amateur, and some were proper productions. You continue to scroll through the options, ogling the tiny plaid skirts the actresses were wearing. You shoot the silent Juyeon a glance. "So... you like exhibitionism and uniforms?"

- Juyeon glares back at you. "So what if I do? Maybe you should show me your porn collection too." You chuckle, because you were actually into similar themes and you told him so. The both of you began suggesting random kinks and fetishes to see if you could agree on other things. The topic then shifts to experience.

- "How far have you gone, exactly?" you ask, propping your chin up with your hand. Both of you were sitting cross-legged in his bed, facing each other. Juyeon scratches his head, "The most I've gotten is a handjob, back when I was dating _____. And I uhh, fingered her. That's about it." "Was it good?" He shrugs nonchalantly. "Neither of us really knew what we were doing. What about you?"

- "I sucked Sangyeon off once. In the locker room. Remember when they won that state championship game?" Juyeon's jaw drops. "So that's why you took forever to get to McDonalds! I was waiting for you for ages," he huffed. You had dated the football captain for a while, but broke up amicably when he graduated a year ahead of you. You roll your eyes at Juyeon's childish complaints. "Anyway he's only fingered me too. Wasn't too bad, at least he made me cum," you added casually, leaning back and supporting your weight with your arms behind you.

- Juyeon gulps noticeably. He's wondering what it would be like to get sucked off, but he was single at the moment. Unless... "Earth to Juju, hello? What's going on in that pretty head of yours now?" you poke him in the forehead but he catches your wrist. "Did he like it?" he stares into your eyes, his dark brown orbs sparkling with excitement. "The blowjob, did Sangyeon like it?" You blink at him once, twice. "Yeah..? He came in my mouth, why?"

- Juyeon swears under his breath. He can feel himself hardening in his school trousers and he knows you see his bulge too. Your eyes drop to glance at the tent in his pants and you rest a hand on his thigh. "Juju, do you wanna try it?" you smile at him. He nods furiously.

- And that is how he ends up leaning against the headboard, pants and boxers off, legs spread to accommodate you kneeling between his thighs. You take a moment to admire his cock, standing tall and dripping precum all over his defined abs and dirtying his shirt. He was long and thick and your mouth watered. He was just as big, if not bigger than Sangyeon.

- Juyeon is watching you, already breathless with excitement. You catch his eye and smirk, hitching up your plaid skirt till it barely covered your ass. You jut your hips out, and his eyes lock onto the sight of your exposed panties reflected in the mirror. He grabs at your ass, kneading the flesh with his warm hands and you purr at the feeling. "Come on, get to it," he growls, still groping your behind.

- You scoff, but finally direct your attention to his weeping cock. You run a finger up his shaft, collecting his precum before grasping the base of his cock. He groans at the contact and bucks his hips upwards, signaling you to move your hand. You oblige, slowly stroking his length with a firm grip, swiping your thumb across his slit, prompting Juyeon to moan shamelessly.

- "Fuck, yes keep going," Juyeon shuts his eyes and ruts his hips up into your fist as you speed up your movements. Your free hand massages his thigh and you feel stickiness pooling in your panties at the sight of your best friend coming undone beneath you. His cock is red and veiny and his swollen tip glistened with precum, making your mouth water, which gives you an idea.

- You tap Juyeon's thighs so he would look at you, and as you made eye contact, you lean down and let a glob of saliva dribble down onto his cock. He swears out loud at the sight of you doing that. You were even filthier than he expected it and it turned him on so much.

- You spread your spit all over his dick before pressing a kiss to his tip and he lets out an whine. You start kitten licking all over his shaft and balls and his whines get louder, grabbing onto the sheets. Finally you decide to stop teasing him and sink your lips onto his length, taking in all of him at once.

- Juyeon groans loudly at the feeling of your warm throat and tongue around him, hips stuttering. You press his hips down so you could take control, bobbing your head up and down while hollowing your cheeks. He desperately wants to shut his eyes from the pleasure but he also wants to watch the beautiful sight of you going down on him.

- He pulls you up by your hair mid-stroke to admire how you look. Tears streaming down your face, lips swollen and slick with spit and cum. "You look so good like this. Let me fuck your pretty face?" he asks breathlessly. Taking a deep breath, you nodded, and he sinks you back down on his aching cock. He sets a punishing pace, gripping your hair tightly and thrusting his hips up into your mouth, forcing you to deepthroat him each time.

- Your jaw was starting to hurt and your throat felt raw but it felt so good to be manhandled by Juyeon that you could only take it like a good girl. In fact you were enjoying it so much that you snuck a hand into your panties and rubbed your clit in time with his thrusts.

- "I'm not gonna last long, baby. Gonna take my cum, swallow it all like a good girl?" Juyeon growled, his pace faltering slightly. You moaned around his length as a yes and he lets out a guttural moan as pushes your head down until your nose met his hipbone. He holds you in place and you feel a gush of his hot cum down your throat.

- You try not to gag, focusing on breathing through your nose as Juyeon groans loudly and rocks his hips slowly, drawing out his orgasm. Finally he pulls your hair and you keep your eyes on him as you slowly pull off his cock, a string of saliva connected from your lips to his tip. Both of you were panting harshly, and Juyeon eyes were glazed over, taking in the sight of your glistening lips, dishevelled hair and dried tear tracks down your cheek.

- You remove your fingers that were busy in your panties and hold it up in front of Juyeon. His eyes widen as he realises what you've been doing, and he takes one of your fingers into his mouth, swirling his tongue around it, savouring the taste of your juices. You hadn't cum yet, but that had been the last thing on your mind because you were too occupied with making Juyeon feel good, but now the dull ache between your thighs begged for attention.

- Juyeon notices your neediness from the way you rub your thighs together. "Let me help you?" He asks, and you're more than willing to let him return the favour.

A/N: Part 2 is right here 😉

[moonshineboyz]

Stupid Sorry || Kim Sunwoo

Pairing: Sunwoo x fem reader

Genre: angst, lovers to exes

Word Count: 2.8k

Warnings: cheating, Sunwoo is an asshole, tiny tiny bit mention of alcohol??

a/n: sunwoo baby i'm so sorry, ily okay? xjwodowndw i got a little too engaged in this one and it may or may not has been based on some personal experiences,,,

masterlist ♡

You should've listened when everyone told you that high school sweethearts not always are meant to last, or that you were too young and naïve to enter a relationship during that time. But you chose to ignore all of it, following what your heart wanted. You were too infatuated with Sunwoo to say 'no' when he asked you out for the first time, fidgeting with his own fingers and trying hard to maintain eye contact with you.

You were part of the same group of friends, even though you didn't talk much to each other back then. But you found yourself head over heels for him since day one. Sunwoo was absolutely handsome and a kind person, his sweet voice echoing in your ears every time he laughed. It was impossible not to fall for him.

And that's how you two ended up dating throughout the years of high school.

Everything was perfect in the beginning; you were always together in between classes and during breaks of his soccer training, sharing small displays of affection and little pecks on the lips. You had lovely dates at cafes, movie theaters and parks whenever it was possible. You felt so happy with him, and he seemed so happy with you too.

All your friends used to gush over how you and Sunwoo were such a cute couple, even daring to say you guys were relationship goals. Everything just felt so right with him, just a simple look into his eyes and it was enough for you to feel just as loved as he was by you.

One year into the relationship already and it was like you were living in a fairytale. But then it happened.

Sunwoo was napping in your bed while you finished a book you were reading; you had come home after your last exam for the semester and Sunwoo promised he'd treat you to some ice cream since you hadn't had much time for each other in the past two weeks. But he said he needed to rest just a little, due to the past late-night trainings with his team. You agreed and offered him your bed.

It wasn't long till his phone started vibrating on your desk, to which you brushed it off at first. But it didn't stop, and then you thought that maybe it could be something important. You grabbed his phone and a female name appeared in the notifications, there were several messages attached to it. Your heart sank. It was the same name as the girl he swore that wasn't his ex but only an old crush of his, and that they didn't even talk anymore.

"Did he lie?" Was all you could think. You couldn't seem to understand if nor even why he would lie about this, you were very open with each other and there wouldn't be a problem for him to tell you about his past lovers, or who they were.

With his phone still on your hand, you glanced at his sleeping figure and back to the screen, wondering if it was okay to take advantage of the fact that you knew each other's passwords. You didn't want to look through his stuff, it was his privacy, you felt bad in doing that but something inside you was screaming to do it. You could already feel the guilt creeping up. His phone vibrated again and it was the last straw for you.

You unlocked the screen and opened the texts, your eyes running through them. She was saying things like "I miss you"; "When are we going to see each other again?"; "It's been such a long time"; and even some suggestive pictures from her. The worst part was that your boyfriend was responding to the girl, flirting back, saying he missed her too.

You didn't even realize when you fell to the floor on your knees, hands shaking almost dropping the cellphone. Putting the item aside, the shock consuming your body, you sat there in the middle of your room, hugging your knees close to your chest while tears were starting to blur your vision, and you let them out. Crying so much but trying hard not to sob loudly so Sunwoo wouldn't wake up. Heart miles per hour and mind a total mess. For how long has this been happening?

It was hurting so bad, like a thousand knives cutting through your chest. You didn't know what to do. You didn't know what to think. Should you break up and end everything after confronting him? And how should you do it? What should you ask exactly? Even though it was painful, part of you didn't want to break up. You knew it was ridiculous to not want to do that, to not want to put yourself in the first place, but you didn't want to be alone. Sunwoo was the first guy who showed any interest in you and you felt like the only girl in the world. And not to mention, you didn't want to have to tell your parents and friends the reason why you two broke up. What would your parents say about it? And your friends? Your family liked Sunwoo so much, he was already part of it, and both you and Sunwoo had mutual friends. You didn't want to go through it.

The young boy eventually woke up to you pacing around with heavy steps, he looked at you confused and called out your name, making you jump startled. You rubbed your eyes wiping the remaining tears and faced him, waiting for him to say anything while you thought of what to say, heart beating fast again. He let out a "Baby, what's wrong?", and you felt sick at the nickname. Tossing the phone on his lap you asked who was that girl and "What the fuck does that mean?", chocked voice trying to sound firm.

Sunwoo immediately approached you dropping to his knees and holding your waist, his teary eyes looking up at you while he mumbled a lot of apologies, saying he didn't know why he was doing that and begging you not to leave him. You could only stare back at the wall in front of you, a blank and expressionless face. He hugged you even tighter burying his crying face in your belly. You wanted to scream, to yell at his face. You wanted to be swallowed by a hole in the ground and just disappear. But you couldn't even move, just listening to his lame excuses and stupid "I'm sorry"s, his voice sounding far away.

After demanding him to go and leave you alone, you let your body fall on the softness of your mattress, where he was just a few minutes earlier and his scent was still there on your pillow, which made your heart hurt even more. You hugged your pillow and cried your eyes out, until your head started to ache and you fell asleep.

On the next day you met Sunwoo and he swore he didn't do anything with the girl, it was just texts, and yes that was his ex. Didn't matter how you looked into it, it still counted as cheating for you. But you decided to give him another chance anyway, because as you stated to yourself, you didn't want to be alone. However, the time that followed wasn't easy, at least not for you. You still felt bittersweet towards all that situation and your stomach almost churned every time he touched you or looked into your eyes saying he loved you. But it was nothing like that to Sunwoo, he never mentioned the occurred and acted as if nothing had happened.

Everything was seemingly back to normal and you were living in your fairytale once again. You could ignore that fact easier now, even though there were still times where you'd catch yourself wondering if you lacked in anything for Sunwoo. He knew very well how insecure you were, how you were afraid of him finding someone better and prettier. You always thought he deserved better and questioned what had he seen in you, and he'd say he loved you to the moon and back, that you were oh so beautiful and you were his only one. You also knew some of his own insecurities, but you just couldn't care less about other guys when you had Sunwoo.

But even though he was aware of your fears, low self-esteem and lack of confidence, it happened again.

You thought of spending the soccer training's break with your boyfriend since your class got dismissed earlier. And there he was, sitting on the side bench with one of his teammates, their backs facing you as you approached them. It seemed like they were arguing and something the other guy said made you stop in your tracks.

"Okay, but if you tell my girlfriend about me, I'm telling Y/N you kissed my sister at my party last week. I don't think she'll like that."

Your world collapsed for the second time; you could almost hear the sound of your own barely mended heart shattering again. Not wanting to believe it. You already knew that feeling but it felt way more painful in the second time.

You were still frozen when Sunwoo looked back and saw you standing there, his eyes widening. You only scoffed at him and turned to get out of there before he could even move towards you. But he was faster and reached you, grabbing your wrist to make you face him.

Silence.

He stared into your eyes for what felt like a whole hour until you snapped and yelled at him to get away from you. You didn't notice the tears rolling down your cheeks as you angrily stared back at him. The boy started weeping trying to hold your hands as he kept on babbling about being drunk at the party and saying he was sorry. "Another stupid sorry", you thought. It was comic how he believed that shedding some tears and mumbling halfhearted apologies were enough to make everything alright.

That night you cried yourself to sleep once more, ignoring all his texts and calls from the moment you stepped into your house. The hurt was so much that even your body experienced physical pain.

You spent the entire following week pretending you were too sick to get out of bed, but the truth was that you didn't want to face Sunwoo and any of your friends. Every day felt like a torture, you woke up with swollen eyes and a massive headache due to crying so much, crying over someone who didn't deserve your tears, let alone any piece of your attention. And you knew that. But you still were too pathetic to let go.

If it was hurting that much, if you knew you should just walk away, then why were you still holding onto it? It wasn't even the first time. Why even bother to stay in an already broken relationship like that? Only because you didn't want to be alone? To feel lonely? To be ashamed by the other's reactions? Especially now that you'd given him another chance before and were planning on giving one more?

Unfortunately, you couldn't deny that you loved Sunwoo. But God was it painful to love him. You didn't know if you could blindly trust him like before, but you were too deep in love with him to care. Even if it hurt.

After a whole week avoiding any and every source of contact with him, you finally sat down to listen, although you shouldn't, already cursing yourself for being in this situation again.

Sunwoo told the same lame excuses, one more time saying he didn't know what he was doing, blaming the alcohol, and that the kiss meant nothing because he still loved you. To be honest you barely even listened, just wishing to go back and pretend you had a beautiful relationship where he was very loyal and honest to you.

And so you did.

You went back to your classes next morning swearing you had a really bad flu the past week and no one seemed to doubt it. Great. You and Sunwoo were acting like lovebirds again and everything looked fine.

This time you were feeling kind of numb and didn't cry every night, but obviously this didn't mean your heart wasn't broken. You wondered how he could be so insecure like you, saying he was also afraid of some more interesting guy getting your attention but still, he was the one who cheated. Twice. Or at least you thought it was twice.

Honestly the time that passed from the second heartbreak was quite okay, Sunwoo did everything you wanted to do, treating you well and telling you sweet things. But it didn't last long.  

It was scary the fact that he never felt distant for you to suspect anything, not even in the two other times and not even now. He could manage this character so well, acting all nice and sweet but doing you dirty behind your back. Apparently, he wasn't that transparent and easy to read as you were, you couldn't see through him. He was like a foggy mirror. Not even a glass window, but a mirror, only reflecting your own image because you just couldn't see his true self. And you realized it a bit too late.

This was what you were thinking right now, seeing Sunwoo seated on a bench in the park both of you used to go to have your favorite ice cream. Under the moonlight, ready to kiss this girl, face too close, hand on her chin just like the way he always did to you. You didn't know your heart could break even more.

This time you were even seeing him shamelessly cheating on you, and you wished you didn't because it hurt so damn much. But in a way you felt thankful you were aware of this trashy behavior of his, or else you wouldn't give much credit when a random guy you've never seen messaged you in your social media saying he believed his girlfriend, which happened to be Sunwoo's classmate, was cheating on him with your boyfriend. And you wanted to see it for yourself even more after the guy told he checked the girl's phone location, went to the park and actually saw them.

"Are you done making a fool of me?"

He pulled away quickly from the girl and got up, looking at you with those fake pleading eyes saying the typical "That's not what you think it is", but you knew it was. You stared at him coldly, chewing on your bottom lip to suppress your tears. The girl quietly got up mumbling something you didn't care to listen and left.

Sunwoo took a step closer and that was when you finally broke into tears, filled with anger and sadness. You pointed a finger at him asking how could he do such a thing. Running your fingers through your hair in frustration, you took a deep breath, tired of dealing with his bullshit.

"Let's break up."

"What? But we're fine." You scoffed at this; he must had been kidding.

"No, Sunwoo, we're not fine. I'm not fine. It's enough, I'm tired." He tried to hold your hand but you pulled it. "Do you even care about how you hurt me? Have you ever been honest with me for once?"

"Oh, you want me to be honest? Fine, I'll be honest with you." He furrowed his brows. "You know that first month we started dating? I cheated on you twice. Why? Because I didn't know if what he had was going to last."

And then it hit you like a truck, more than you've ever imagined. A pain that could dilacerate you. Sure neither of you knew whether or not it'd work out, but the scene of Sunwoo shyly asking you out replayed in your head. And then on your first date he confessed he'd already been in love with you for quite some time, and you felt so happy. If he was that in love, wasn't he supposed to at least give his best and try to make the relationship work?

You looked at him in disbelief. So this was his true self? He wasn't even sorry, never had been.

Glaring into his boba eyes for the last time, your entire relationship flashed in your mind. The shared sweet kisses, shy smiles and lovingly glances, the small dates and slow dances in the quiet of his room. Everything now destroyed.

"Don't ever talk to me again." You gulped feeling a lump in your throat, not having any more strength to argue with him.  

You turned your back and began to walk away, tears falling from your eyes again.

Sunwoo didn't say his stupid sorry this time.

[diofasolia]

{Always}

{Shattered! Dream x Reader}

Shattered! Dream by @shattereddreamsau

Writings by me

Today (8/7) is Shattered! Dream's birthday and I decided to post a writing I did last year—which is also the reason why I eventually join in the tumblr

Because back when I wrote this story, I found Dark Cream comic, which made by amazing @zu-is-here

Her creations give me the inspiration for the writing

The story is long (it has like 2000 words in it) and may be a bit cheesy, but I'll be happy to know if you read the whole thing (◡ ω ◡)

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Before the story start, I want to ask you a question.

   Do you believe that the worst person can change?

   Oh! How awkward, sorry, I ask the wrong question.

   What I meant to ask is—

   Do you believe that the best person, the kindest person in the world can change?

   Maybe…all it needs is a tiny push?

   The harsh whipping hits in my abdomen again. I kneel on the ground, thinking how deep the scar might be from that blow.

   "What're you doing!? Look at your king when I'm talking to you! Such a piece of useless trash!!"

   "I apologized, My Lord."

   Raising my bruised neck, I gaze at the former guardian of positivity. Those eyes that used to hold the tenderness, now only fill up with hatred.

   "Where're those fricking basters!? I told you to track down my brother and other Sanses!"

   "I'm sorry, My Lord. They escaped. I can't find where their location is–"

   Not even waiting for my sentence finished, another powerful punch land on my face. I watch as a tooth fall out of my mouth. Blood dripping down my chin.

   "Worthless! Can't even do a little task like that!"

   Multiple kicks and insults throw at me. The numb feeling slowly occurs in my torso as I curling up into a ball.

   Closing my eyes, the memories from the past arises in my mind, bringing me back to the day that I seal my fate.

   "Dream? Earth to Dream!"

   "(Y/N)? What's wrong, love?"

   "What's wrong? I've called your name for five times! But you didn't answer to me."

   Dream scratches the back of his skull, looking a bit embarrassed.

   "Is that so? I'm sorry, (Y/N)! It won't happen again, I swear!"

   I cuddle Dream close, letting out a giggle.

   "It's fine! I don't really mind it. But Dream, you tend to space out recently. Is there something on your mind? You can tell me everything, you know that, right?"

   Giving me a kiss on the cheek, Dream smiles gently. He assures me that there's nothing to worry about. It’s just the task of guardian makes him a little exhausted.

   "Well, if that's the case, go on and get some rest! I will inform you if something was up."

   "Okay! Thanks, (Y/N), I'm glad I have you by my side."

   "Me too, my dreams and hopes."

   It's been quiet in Dream's room. He must be very tired. I knock on his bedroom door, telling him to wake up.

   "Dream, I know you're tired. But you still need to eat."

   "Dream? Are you awake yet?"

   There's no answer.

   Guess I’ll have to get into his room.

   Yet no one is there, only an opening portal hanging in the air.

   A portal leads to Dream's corrupted universe.

   "I'll show you, brother. I know what you're feeling…I know what you're going through…"

   "No! Dream, stop!! You don't know what you're doing!!"

    Two vague voices shouting in the distance. I begin to run like my life is in danger.

    What the heck is going on here?

    What is this dreadful feeling?!

   I'm too slow.

    The half bitten black apple lay on the ground. I watch in horror as the small tendrils creeping out Dream's eye sockets. His painful screech rings in my ears.

   "Dream!!!"

    I reach out to him, hoping that I can comfort Dream in my arms. The positive energy…they gotta do something, right?

   "What…? Nightmare! Let go of me!! I need to…to get Dream!!"

   "No! You can't get near him now, (Y/N)! You'll…you'll get hurt!"

    I thrash in Nightmare's hold, screaming at the top of my lungs.

   "Dream!! No! Dream!!!"

   "What's wrong, love?"

   My teary eyes stare up, it's…Dream's voice.

   But it sends an unknown coldness down my spine.

   "Ahh, you're crying! Good, keep doing that."

   A sadistic grin spreads on Dream's face.

   "I love it."

   Nightmare is already sobbing, begging for his beloved brother to come back. I walk step by step to Dream, putting on the best smile I can muster.

   "My love…Dream…please, come back to me…! I love you. I know you're strong enough to resist those negative feelings…"

   Dream cackles loudly. The tentacles wrap tightly around my neck, pulling me closer to him.

   "Go back? To my weak self? (Y/N), when did you become stupid? Why would I do that?"

   "I've already past the point of no return."

   A bucket of freezing water splashes on me. I must have passed out during the abusing session.

   "Wake up."

   "Get clean up, we're leaving."

   I pick up my sore body, stumbling across the lonely hall that me and Dream live in. There's no one here except the two of us.

   "Make a choice, (Y/N). Will you join me? Or will you prefer to disobey me like my coward brother?"

   "I'll go with you."

   I want to weep, yet I can’t even shed a single tear. I shouldn't be upset. After all, it's me who decided to follow my corrupted lover.

   Filling up the bathtub, I submerge myself in the steamy water.

   "Why, (Y/N)!? Why are you side with him!? Open your eyes! Dream doesn't love you anymore. He's just using you!"

    "It doesn't matter, Nightmare."

   "Great job, (Y/N)! You make this AU full of despair and miseries! I always know you're my favorite soldier!"

   "It's my pleasure to serve you, my lord."

   I scrub my blood-stained skin, the wounds sting because of the soapy water. Some of the old gash reopened, making me yell in frustration.

   "We can save Dream! Don't lose any hope, (Y/N)!"

   "How? There are barely things we can do. It's over, Nightmare. Look at yourself! You transfer back because Dream shattered! How are you gonna turn him back? By let someone else eats a black apple again?!"

   The white dirty bandages wrap around my mess up torso. Why am I even bother treating my injures? They sure are going to reopen soon anyway.

   "No matter what you say to me, I won't change the path I've chosen, Nightmare."

   "I've already gone far enough."

   "I don't understand…he's hurting you, (Y/N). Are you still…in love with my brother?"

   I hate it so much.

   The smell won't disappear no matter how many times I wash it over and over.

   I hate it.

   My hair smells like those disgusting goop on Dream.

   Why can't I get rid of this sickening stink!?!

   Throwing the bottles at random direction, I tug my hair till I scream out.

   "What's with all that noises in there!? You better finish your business soon, I'm losing my patience!"

   I hate it.

   "I deeply apologize for making you wait for such a long time, my lord."

   I wish I can understand your pain sooner.

   "Whatever, time to leave."

   I'm sorry I couldn't save you.

   "My lord, where are we going, may I ask?"

   Dream's left eye glows in excitement.

   "I find out where those sneaky scums are hiding."

   With a wave of hand, Dream opens the portal leads to an unknown empty place.

   No one is left out.

   Nightmare, Ink, Blue, everyone's here.

   "And I'm going to give them a pleasant encounter."

   But today is a little different.

   Then all hell breaks out.

   Nightmare's starting to transform. The dark gooey substance covering up his body gradually.

   The same routine as usual. Nightmare pleads Dream to stop his actions while the former guardian of positivity just laugh it off, a bit talks here and there.

   "Miss me, dear brother?"

    The crazy laughter of Dream rings in the air.

   "Yes! Finally, things are getting interesting!"

   While Dream focusing on battling with Nightmare, I have to handle the two other skeletons.

   "I know deep down you don't want to fight us, (Y/N)! Let's just drop our weapons, okay?"

   Ink creates a bunch of arrows, ready to launch them at Dream. I block his charge immediately, slashing Ink's arm with my sword.

   My silence is always my only answer.

   "No one's going to get near Dream."

   I continue to attack Blue. We've already been through this conversation many times.

   "How…how's this possible?!"

   Dream can only defense himself from Nightmare as the latter one keeps on firing attacks. It looks like Nightmare gets more advantage of the battle.

   "Seems like you can't control your tentacles very well yet, little bro."

    Nightmare mocks, resulting Dream to lose his temper. He strikes at Nightmare blindly, only to receive a powerful blow in the guts.

   "Dream!!"

   I rush to Dream, who’s looking more exhausted than usual. From the way how he’s panting heavily, I know he's already losing too much strength to fight.

   "Get away from me! I don't need your help!!"

   The attack is sloppy but I didn't dodge it. Dream can beat me all he wants after I get him to safety.

   Even if it means I can possibly die.

   "My lord, I apologize, but we have to move to another universe again."

   Dream growls at me.

   "It's you who are dragging me down!!"

   They're still following us.

   I'm whacking to the ground in a flash. A heavy boot stamps on my ribs harshly.

   The nasty cracking sound and my piercing shirek fills in the air.

   "You're no longer useful to me."

    I watch as Dream disappears in a portal. He doesn't even spare a glance at me. Leaving me bleeding and slowly dying on the ground.

   "I've told you."

    Nightmare's lurking shadow towers above me.

   "Oh no, Ink! We must save (Y/N)! She's…!"

     Ink put a hand on Blue's shoulder, shaking his head solemnly.

   "We can't, Blue. Remember, our priority is to capture Dream."

   "Please, Night…"

     I find myself pleading to Nightmare.

   "Don't…kill Dream…"

   "You and I both know that's an empty promise, (Y/N)."

   Three skeletons begins to move towards the portal that opens by Ink. Before they leave, Nightmare whispers in a quiet voice but loud enough for me to catch.

   "…he's in Dreamtale."

   How much will you sacrifice for protecting your fallen love?

   "You really are dumb. You know that?"

   "Or you're just enjoy me breaking you apart bit by bit?"

   "Don't you scare of your own nightmares?"

   "I deserve it."

   "I'm already living with it."

   "You will always be my fading dreams."

   "It's my own redemption."

   "Surrender now, Dream. Then we can put an end to this whole mess."

   My time is running out.

    "Heh, I thought you know me well, dear brother. You should get the answer by yourself now."

   "…goodbye, my poor little brother.

   I pray to you, God. Let me see him one last time.

   I can't save him the last time.

��   It's always a miracle how accurate the portal can lead to.

   "(Y…Y/N)?"

   This time, I'm going to save Dream.

   There's no pain anymore.

   "…at least…you……say my…name……one…last……time…"

   Crimson blood drips down my penetrated torso. I think I see Dream's crying. But that might be just my own tears.

   Forgive me, Dream.

   My collapsing body falls forward, landing on the soft grass surface before me.

(3rd pov)

   "Nightmare, I need your assistance."

   "I thought we're enemies now."

    "There's a method I want to try. It might succeed to bring Dream back."

   "Well, I'm here to listen."

   "She's just a tool."

   "Nothing else."

    "Because I know him well. The extreme emotion is the only possible way to get things right again."

   Dream mutters to himself like a broken recorder. Staring the wrecking body of yours, his non-existent heart begins to hurt.

    "I refuse! That's too dangerous! You surely will be dead in this terrible plan! Besides, how can you so sure he'll behave like you predict!?"

    "It's worth it. I'm doing this for the whole alternate universes, and him."

    "But…you…"

    "Wake up! I demand you to wake up now! (Y/N)!!"

    "It's not…worth for your own life."

    "Don't pity me. Pity for the one who can't help himself in his own nightmare."

    "Wake up."

   "Don't leave me…alone, (Y/N)…please…my love…"

   Ahh, it must be the time when he transfers into this horrible creature.

   Nightmare, who’s now in his uncorrupted form, widening his eyes.

   "…congratulations, (Y/N). Your suicidal plan…works."

   Dream doesn't recall when’s the last time he breaks down.

    No one dare to speak a word, except Dream drowning in his own pitiful cries.

     "Always."

     "I don't understand…he's hurting you, (Y/N). Are you still…in love with my brother?"

   You look at Nightmare with a smile, replying to him like it's the only correct answer in your mind.

[cockasinthebird]

There’s a lot of things that Billy Hargrove loves about 4th of July. How loud the fireworks are, the chance to set something on fire without reprimand, barbecue food that reminds him of beach parties back home, beer just tastes better for some reason, the summer heat, and how scantily clad everyone is.

Guys with their exposed muscles, girls in their tiny bikinis.

Billy walks through the far too inebriated crowd spread out across the quarry, a beer in hand that is quickly warming up in his sweaty grasp, seemingly aimless in the way he looks at everyone who greets him all excited, then clearly disappointed that he didn’t stop to talk past pleasantries.

No, Billy is on a hunt; a hungry wolf looking for one specific lamb, no other temptations can match the urge for one pretty boy’s attention.

And he finds Steve Harrington, dressed in shorts too revealing and a top that ends just by his navel, leaning against the hood of someone’s car. Three girls in short skirts and bikini tops standing awfully close to him, listening intently - or at least pretending to - as he smiles all friendly and gestures with his red plastic cup to really emphasise whatever he’s saying.

Envy isn’t a thing Billy experiences, nah, definitely not, he reminds himself as he takes too big a gulp of his beer, yet it stirs sourly in the sudden pit of his stomach. They’re not dating, so he has no right to feel jealous about anything going on in front of him currently.

Yet when Steve leans in to whisper in one girl’s ear, causing her to giggle excessively and bash her eyes at him, Billy’s heart beats all wrong, fingers tightening around the neck of his bottle. It triggers that good old fight instinct in him, the one that used to make him throw fists with Steve before that handsome brunette dared kiss him.

Nothing’s been the same since- fucking Harrington; Billy was perfectly fine before that, completely, and now? Now he can’t stop thinking about their first time. Their second time. Their third. Fourth.

And what their fifth time might be like. Not that he’s keeping count, of course. Not that he’s anticipating it. Or thinking about it. Dreaming about it. Hoping…

Like a magnet to metal, Steve turns his head and his eyes lock right onto Billy’s, looking drunk but aware of how he’s being leered at. Something in his hooded gaze tells more than it should, like a confession to curiosity, answering questions that haven't yet been asked. At least not in so many words.

Billy takes a long swig of his beer, emptying the bottle and throwing it off to the side, then lets his eyes wander down - far enough for there to be absolutely no doubt what he’s thinking about, and from the way Steve smiles next only shows, “Message received.”

When Steve kicks off of the hood and moves to walk away from his little fangroup, one of the girls grabs on to his arm, with pleading eyes and a slight pout she says something Billy can’t hear, pressing her arms together to accentuate her tits, and Billy honestly can’t blame Steve for looking down at the inviting, soft flesh for a few seconds too many, before making up an excuse that sets him free.

The disappointment on all their faces feeds Billy’s narcissism immensely, and it shows in the grin that cracks across his face. Ah to know that he’s the first choice of princess Stevie’s desire, it washes away all that doubtful jealousy with warm waves of aroused excitement.

Steve stumbles just a slight bit as he approaches Billy, inebriated and smiling. “Hey Hargrove, got a smoke?”

Billy teases with his tongue out, biting down on it with shiny teeth, and oh the thrill when Steve’s eyes dart down to watch Billy wet his lips and appetite. 

“Sure I do,” he says with the most suggestive grin. “But not here, otherwise everyone else will want to bum a smoke, too.”

Not an actual concern, but a plausible excuse to get Steve alone.

Twigs bend and snap under Billy’s heavy footfall, and perhaps he didn’t think this through, walking in the forest in flip flops. Every time he turns to look behind, Steve’s still there, following with his eyes cast down to calculate every step before taking it, brows knit and eyes squinting in concentration.

The music is still audible at this distance, but all the lights from cars and bonfires have been obscured by trees.

Billy can’t imagine anyone bothered following them all the way out here, and since he can only hear the faint pop music and Steve stumbling near, decides that, yeah, this is far enough. 

Steve goes to slump against a tree, looking at Billy who fishes up a pack of cigs. “I didn’t actually follow you out here to smoke.”

“Oh really?” Billy chuckles deep and shoves the pack back into the pocket of his swimming trunks. “Just thought it’d be more courteous of me to offer you some anyways, but-”

One finger hooks itself on those red trunks and drags Billy closer till he lands close against Steve’s heated body.

“Eager, huh? Ah-” Billy hisses as Steve grinds their hips together, proving that he’s already sporting more than half a chub.

“I’ve been thinking about you for hours,” Steve admits with a slight slur, fingers working at the drawstrings of those red shorts. “Just waiting for you to show up, always fashionably late, wanna make sure everyone sees you, right?”

“Nothin’ wrong with liking being noticed,” Billy drawls with his nose pressed against Steve’s cheek, pursing his lips just enough to offer up light, almost chaste, kisses. “I’m more than worthy of the attention, don’t you think?”

“I do,” a whisper, and Steve turns his head to meet those gentle lips, just to then feel the breath of a moan graze his sweaty skin as he wraps his fingers around Billy’s girthy cock.

It teeters on the edge of uncomfortable, how stern a grasp Steve holds on his dick, the awkward movement of a clammy hand, but Billy grows hard quickly nevertheless, leaving him cursing and groaning.

“Fuck baby, ah-h…”

Steve smiles all too self-satisfied for doing such a half assed job.

With both arms extended above each of Steve’s shoulders, Billy braces himself against the tree, and when they kiss again - tongues dancing to the distant rhythm - he can taste absolutely every single sip of alcohol Steve’s had tonight, and Billy’s convinced it makes his own head spin a little.

“I want you so bad, Billy,” Steve whines all horny and pathetic into the embrace of their lips.

“Then turn around,” Billy’s voice is rough, demanding, confident, and he takes a step back to free up some space between them.

Steve lets out a shuddering breath at the chilling air between where their sweaty bodies had been connected, then swivels on his heels till his palms land firmly against rough bark. He pushes out his ass, serving it up on a silver platter, gazing over his shoulder to catch how Billy’s smiling all wicked and wild.

Billy runs his hand down the exposed bit of Steve’s back, where his crop top and shorts can’t reach, skin warm and soft and slightly damp from the summer heat. He dips a couple of fingers beneath the elastic waistband.

“Dressed a bit like a slut tonight, pretty boy,” he hums pleasantly and pulls at the shorts, just to let go and have it snap back, loudly.

An oddly delighted gasp escapes Steve. “Just for you.”

Billy’s hand had wandered down to caress a soft cheek, going further down to tease the skin just beneath the leg of the shorts.

“You really that needy and desperate for my attention?” His lips part in a grin, exposing sharp teeth that he licks across; a little predatory show that Steve absolutely notices.

“That’s not all I’m desperate for.”

Steve stretches out his arms proper and pushes himself against where Billy’s cock is rock hard, eliciting a groan followed by two hands grabbing all too hard onto Steve’s hips.

With his grasp bruising, Billy keeps Steve still as he ruts himself against the plush of Steve’s ass, both of them moaning as he slips and slides his full erection in the crevice between cheeks.

“Ah- Billy- please please please, I need more,” Steve whines with his head hanging low.

Billy chuckles, like rolling thunder in his chest, as he leans forward to bury his face in the crook of Steve’s neck, one hand slipping around and down to cup at Steve’s aching prick. He strokes it through the shorts, following the entire length up and down, Steve whimpering and panting and thrusting for more, as a wet spot forms by the head.

“God, you’re so wet and hard for me, baby,” Billy drawls, biting, kissing, sucking his way up Steve’s neck, marking him with his attention; make everyone know.

Thumbs hook themselves on the waistband to pull down the shorts just past the curve of supple cheeks, keeping his weeping dick trapped still.

“No underwear?” He brings his tongue to lick a sloppy line up Steve’s neck, nosing at the back of his ear, then breathes out hot, “Such a whore.”

Steve inhales as if to speak, to respond, but unadulterated lust occupies his mind like a thick fog, and all that comes out is a slight, erotic, “Fuck.”

And Billy brings his hand up to those pretty pink lips, pushing his way in without invitation, just to feel Steve’s tongue eagerly wrap itself around the two digits, letting Billy roam free in the wet heat till his fingers are dripping, spit running down his palm and wrist. Steve’s always so sloppy and obscene and greedy, which is what Billy loves about him.

He brings those slick fingers between them, down to circle around Steve’s rim, teasing with the tip applying just enough pressure for it to be agonizingly inadequate, making Steve whimper as he tries to move his hips in hopes of more.

Billy’s not a bad guy per se, at least not towards Steve anymore, so he gives his princess what he’s begging for and slips in a finger, smooth and easy, as deep as it goes, and he can feel how Steve trembles with delight. Relentlessly so, Billy pulls the finger almost all the way out, before plunging it back in again - setting a quick pace, but Steve’s hungry.

“Ah-h, more, Billy,” he moans with his head thrown back, mouth wide open to allow out every single lascivious little sound he has in him.

“Ssshh,” Billy hushes where he’s quick to lean in to whisper in Steve’s ear, “Be quiet and I’ll give you what you want. Can’t have people hear you and come looking for us.”

“What’s the matter, hmm? Ah- afraid of getting caught with your pants down?” Steve laughs but in a low manner, ultimately proving he’s following orders.

And truth be told yes, Billy is afraid to get caught like this with another guy, but that just makes this all the more thrilling. So without words and choosing actions instead, he with his one free hand covers Steve’s wide open mouth before pushing a second finger into his soft hole.

Thankfully so, for the way Steve moans in utter glee vibrates against the palm of Billy’s hand.

“God you need it so bad, huh princess? Need my cock in you?” his voice thick with wanton and self-restraint.

Steve mumbles out in agreement.

It doesn’t take long before he adds a third finger, and there’s an immediate ecstatic response from Steve, who suddenly can’t help himself as he reaches behind to grab Billy by the wrist and tries to push him in deeper.

“Such an impatient little slut tonight,” Billy barks out in laughter and curls his fingers. He can feel every single muscle twitch and tremble at it, and the way Steve keens makes his own hard prick throb with desire.

“Mmh, ah- please, Billy, fuck me,” Steve tears his mouth free from Billy’s grasp, lips wet with drool.

“Lucky for you I brought lube and a condom with your name on it,” Billy snickers as he reaches into his own back pocket for the small packs, when Steve complains,

“N-no, no condom, please,” he pleads all pathetic, twisting around till their eyes meet through the darkness. “I want to feel you inside of me, nothing between us.”

Billy doesn’t have to think twice about that. The condom was a nice courtesy on his behalf, so that Steve wouldn't have to walk around with cum dripping down his thighs, but if he wants it so bad…

With one hand he undoes the drawstrings of his shorts, with the other he holds the little silver pack of lube up to his teeth as he tears it open. The liquid is warm from the summer heat as he pours it on his steely cock, moaning as he strokes himself a few good times to cover up properly before lining up with Steve’s eager entrance.

“Yes, ohh,” spills from Steve’s open lips as Billy enters him; the fat, blunt head stretching him out nice and wide.

And Billy keeps pushing in, inch by inch till they’re flush together, Steve sandwiched between Billy’s broad frame and the tree where his nails dig into the bark.

“You got such a nice, tight ass, pretty boy. So perfect for my cock,” Billy growls into Steve’s ear, teeth scraping against the shell of it as he stands as close as he can get.

Steve doesn’t have command of his own words at this moment, he can barely even hum out in agreeance as he’s overcome with blinding lust.

Slowly at first Billy pulls out before sliding in in one smooth movement, out again and in as he carefully increases the pace to the rhythm of Steve’s moans. He’s starting to learn the pattern of the sounds Steve makes when he’s getting thoroughly fucked. A certain whine when he needs more, harder, faster. A deep, guttural groan when it’s all just perfect. A string of high pitched curses whenever Billy rams into his prostate. 

And the way Steve clenches tighter than any pussy Billy’s ever had whenever he’s close is almost gorgeous in a sense. With his eyes closed and forehead pressed against Steve’s shoulder, Billy thrusts into that indescribable heat, feeling how every muscle needs his cock, milking and massaging him, urging him deeper and deeper.

“Arrh fuck, feel so good.” He grabs on to Steve’s hips with both hands, pounding into him with ardent fervor, leaving poor Steve with the responsibility of covering up his own mouth.

Blame it on the liquor or Billy’s expert fucking, if he do say so himself, no matter which it has Steve cumming in near record time with an obscene, loud whine as he bites into his hand in an attemp to fight back his impulse to be heard.

It feels like magic, the way Steve’s climaxing body sucks Billy in, every single muscle convulsing around him.

“Yes, god, just like that, oh Steve I’m so close,” he groans out, strong and throaty, slamming in harder to get what he needs now that Steve has gotten his.

He leans back, one hand on Steve’s shoulder, pushing him against the tree as he pounds as hard as he can, staring down at where his girthy cock gets swallowed so eagerly, grinning at the oh so satisfying sound of skin slapping together almost violently so.

“Ahh fuck, Billy,” Steve whines, somewhat euphoric, somewhat sore, all together enjoying being used so easily.

“That’s right, bitch, say my name.”

“Billy!”

“Yes.”

“Billy-”

“Shit, yes, arh--” 

He cums with what feels like an explosion of ecstasy in his groin, radiating out and up his spine to flourish in his chest as he fills Steve up with every last bit of energy that he has in him; a pulsating, slick heat that he buries himself in to the base of his throbbing cock.

But he doesn’t linger. As soon as they’ve both caught their breath he pulls out, well satisfied with his work as he slaps Steve’s ass lightly with his tongue out between teeth, chuckling at the little yelp that comes with it.

“Jesus, Harrington, that was fucking good,” he says as he puts himself away again in his swimming trunks.

Truth be told he wants to stay. Hell, he even wants to cuddle a bit, but it’s too soon to tell if Steve wants the same. No matter the answer, Billy isn’t sure he wants to know. Instead of thinking too long about what could be, he fishes up a cigarette and lights it quickly so that the smoke may fill the emptiness inside.

Steve’s a whole mess still. Basking in the afterglow, slow to pull up his shorts and turn around, just to steal the cigarette from between Billy’s lips and taking a drag himself.

“Really good, yeah,” he breathes out in sweet relief, then dares to ask, “What now?”

Like it’s a fucking invitation for more. To open up. To tell the truth. Every possibility flies through Billy’s mind all at once, but he plays it safe,

“I could use a drink.”

[muffindaddystyles]

Fishie-Nets???

Summarry// Harry's looking so beautiful in fishnets that reader couldn't help but to clench their legs together. She begs like a good girl for her Daddy.

Warning: Heavily smutty, Daddy kink, fluff too.

Cope with me. It's my first time writing a smut here at tumblr hope ya'll like it.

You're at the studio where Beauty Papers photoshoot's taking place. Even though you're ambivert not going to places you don't feel comfortable with mostly they're the ones where people are just too intimidating but you still went to this photoshoot with Harry because he just wants you beside him, your reassurances and little of pat to his anxiety for this particular day because he's doing something to portray his diversity, his range and the fine line he has beautifully drawn in his persona.

When they did his makeup for the issues video and the artists left you two alone in room, you coiled your arms around his neck pulling back to admire him properly.

With a nude lipstick he's looking so damn kissable and fuckable apparently but you don't want to ruin it. He's giddish and a bit skittish under your lustful gaze pawing at your hips, "my man's looking so fucking handsome." You breathily fawned kissing the corners of his lips and he sighs lovingly getting more closer to you.

"I do?" You nod quickly, "don't you believe me?" Your whisper makes his heart race quicken and taking his hand you slip it in your denims getting through the hem of your panties taking his slender digits in between of your pussy folds moaning when he pinched your clit warning you, "don't fuckin' tease me." He warns you but it wavered when you tried to ride his fingers.

There was a knock on the door calling for Harry and his eyes widens when you still didn't stopped your dirty motions, "m'gonna touch myself behind you daddy." You mewled but he grunts viciously instead grabbing you by your neck, hot breath hitting your lips.

He knows that you're teasing him on purpose he's already painfully rock hard in his navy blue trousers but you're such a fuckin' tease you don't care and it's getting on his nerves because fuck he just wanted to bend you the right moment when the affectionate praises for him came from your mouth like a song of dove.

"Shut up. Stay ready fo' the punishment if that's the case." He groans when there was another knock and he was about to take his fingers out of you but you squeezed so hard it felt impossible.

So, he had only one tactic to pesk you off smacked your ass so hard that you didn't hold back from squealing loud.

You grin when he stepped back ready to go outside and you mouthed him blowing kisses to him, "best of luck, baby." To which he sucks his middle and ring finger sexily throwing a peace sign out to you.

You stood in the corner while he was getting photographed. You're in awe. he's so him at the moment, yet all of his personalities came on clashing to his one persona that he's right now.

Another shot and they were mobing him inside his cabin, "you did so well, fuckin' proud of you." You chirped bouncing at your feet hugging him and never letting him go, he's feeling so blessed he wants to cry.

You're his everything. His mental and physical supporter. His late night deep talk mate. His own personal enchantress and most importantly the love of his life.

"Wha' did I do to deserve ya'?" He kisses your lips smudging his lipstick all over marking you like you sometimes do to him, oh how the tables have turned.

"Fucks me so well need another reason?" You spat playfully and he glides his palms under the back pockets of your denims cupping your arse, "couldn't disagree on this." His lips wraps around your bottom one's sucking hard and you moaned out grinding your pelvis against his.

Now it's his turn to push your buttons so he unlatches from you undressing infront of you, "Harry..." you whined stomping your feet.

"Seriously moppet? You're actin' like disobedient filthy girl when daddy's so busy." You huff only turning your head to side and your sight falls to the fishnets in which he has a shot next.

Grabbing them you squat down in between his naked legs, "can I, daddy? You ask innocently and he takes your chin pecking your lips.

"Go on baby." He slouches further into his seat when you take his ankle putting it at your thigh to slip fishnets over his legs.

His head lulls at his shoulders when you feather litte moist kisses from down his ankles to the inside of his fishnet covered thighs, "mhm. Pretty baby of mine takes care of daddy so much." He maneuvers his fingers in your loose hair when you ducked down taking his covered bulge in your mouth soaking it with your saliva.

You're in his lap now grinding your centres with lustful flexible motions of your whole body, kissing down from his exposed throat to your loving butterfly on his tummy hooking your thumb in his belly button and whimpering in his mouth, "Harry baby you're looking so pretty I wanna fuck you, make love to you and just want you to cum inside me." He gulps at your words straight outta your heart and he has an idea of what you indicating to 'fuck him' means.

You don't give a fuck if you're calling him daddy or not. He's your Harry and just yours. He's so manly and vulnerable under you that everything including your love for him and the sexual tension turned your eyes glassy.

"I love you fuckin' much. ye' know that?" He whispers just for you to hear and you bob your head smauching a kiss to his temple, "I know, will always."

Bright flashes of camera. Gentle commands to Harry and he gives a shy smile to photographer at the fact his dick that was tortured to an extent was swelling through the underwear and you stifled your laugh when the photographer asked him to sling his one leg over another.

His thick thighs stretching juicely, tiger tattoo silked under fishnets and his shiny loafers made you clench your legs together. What the fuck you cursed under your breath maybe you should've never came by.

When Harry stepped back inside the room locking the door behind because the dick in his pants already told him he needs to. He was surprised when he found you at your knees under him your fingers latching to his fishnets.

He has never seen you being this needy or horny, "please daddy. please, please!" You begged nicely voice getting squeaky at end and Harry holds you from shoulders making you stand.

"Wha' got my pet in s'frenzy, hmm? Being a good girl n' all tha'." He rubs your belly and then in between your breasts as if he's scratching a kitten and you pur like one.

You slid down taking the hem of his fishnets in between your teeth yanking them down till his knees and he gasps eroticaly because he has never seen a sight this stimulating, "go on lovie suck daddy." He pets your hair and you murmur a 'pretty.' again when his cock that is yours for now springed free

The thick veins tracing down till his base, it's crown shading coral like his lips and it's weeping with his pre-come to gopt licked by you.

You lap at his arousal and he abruptly leans against the vanity counter gripping the edges. You gesture him to zip his mouth and he nods bitting down his lip.

Humming you swirled your tongue around his cock bobbing your head at slow pace while massaging his balls and nudging it with the tip of your nose.

A shout got strangled in his lungs when you took him deep into your throat trying to stay relaxed as he taught you so because you love giving Harry blowies and he's quite big so you had to test tour waters first but now you're a pro at making him cum by just deep throating him.

You glance at the wrecked Harry above you sheened into pure sweat that a moan rumbled from inside you vibrating around his cock and He bent forward at your unintentional action.

"That's it, can't take this longe'." He grits out yanking you to your feet and you bat your lashes to get rid of moisture, "don't wanna cum in my mouth daddy?"

"Your cunt's where I'll come." He rasps taking your bottoms down collecting your arousal onto his digits, "dirty girl. Daddy hasn't even touched ye' and you're drippin' down ye' thighs." You hiss coyly at his words holding his shoulder.

"Just for you." He slaps your ass groping it after to massage the sting and when you moan loudly forgetting everyone's most probably listening to you Harry lands another spank to shut you up.

"Open your mouth and you wouldn't be able to walk outta this room." You gulp bobbing your head obediently and harry slams you against the vanity, your back against his sweaty naked torso and his thickness laying heavy between your asscheeks.

"Rough. Daddy." You inform him how you want to be fucked and he grins turning your head to kiss sloppily.

"Wan' me to rough ye' up?" He groans lowly rubbing his cock in between your ass cheeks and you squeak out a 'yes' resting your forehead against the mirror, "will fuck ye' s'rough you'll forget your name." He snaps his hips, hand gliding in between your legs dipping his three fingers inside you to assure that you're sloppy enough to thrust his cock inside you without warning you and when he was assured he did it.

Slammed his hips so hard that your breath hitched in your throat, you threw your head back under his chin and pecking your lips he completely pulled outside to again plunge his cock thise time deeper that you could feel him in your tummy.

"Hmm. such a tight hole takin' me so good." He hums gruffly grinding your hips in circles as you milked and nursed his cock with your thick arousal, "always so fuckin' needy and grabby fo' daddy's cock." He digs his fingers in your hip-bones fucking thrusting inside you and no noise came from inside you except of moans you're caging inside your lungs.

It's burning so rapidly in your stomach and you're so close to coming that Harry wouldn't be pleased, "I-I'm.." Harry's ears perk up at this and he circles your clit harshly yanking you against his chest from your bended position.

"No the fuck you're not." He takes your jaw making you look at him and you whimpered teary eyes but he tsked smacking your cunt and you avoided to cry out loud by biting at his wrist that was protecting you from falling.

"Think you deserve to come this quick after being the sickest tease that daddy had to hide his bulge, huh? Such a shame ye' don't know how to act when daddy's even a little bit of naked." He rocks into you with more force your thighs slapping and he grabs your tits from under your sweater squeezing them ever so hard, "no. daddy m'good." You hate not being called good. She's her's Harry's good baby but he's being mean which she's loving and with the pleasure about to take over you in a bringe made you clamped around his cock hard.

"Cum on my cock then." He murmurs kissing the side of your neck and you gasp a sigh of relief coiling your elbow around his neck moving your hips along him. He moans out in your ear when your cum coated around him in thick gooeness but you didn't stop fucking him clenching around him.

"Fuck me some more." He gropes your hips at your words slamming himself up inside you. Head falling in the crook of your neck lips pressed at your shoulder, "my baby. fuck mine." He twitched inside you now blabbering incoherently in whispers while you fucked him with closed eyes.

"M'bout to come." He grits nibbling at your skin he's about to drop both of you on the vanity but you managed to stay put one hand toying with your clit another with his heavy balls.

"Look at me when you come." He ordered you thrusting faster and harder. Your eyes meeting his in the mirror and a single devastated look from him made you clamp around him in a snug grip, "oh-fuck." He twitched for the second time and your fingers softly brushed his jaw to attach your lips.

He moaned into your mouth when he cummed inside you in the form of ribbons of his endless thick liquid but you still didn't stopped fucking him to edge to which he muttered, "fuckin' insatiable." With broken whimpers and cries you came on his cock. He held you tighter when your knees gave in.

With a low groan he pulled out turning you to face him, "hmm. My baby's good? Didn't hurted ye'?" He cups your cheeks showering you in your kisses and you pout trying to calm down.

"feelin' empty." He grins at your complain while buttoning your denims pecking your hair, "will warm ye' up and fill you till your tummy once we reach home."

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[mochaxmars]

Crave [Henry Cavill]

𝙎𝙪𝙢𝙢𝙖𝙧𝙮 - 𝙥𝙪𝙧𝙚 𝙥𝙬𝙥 [𝙥𝙤𝙧𝙣 𝙬𝙞𝙩𝙝𝙤𝙪𝙩 𝙥𝙡𝙤𝙩].

𝙋𝙖𝙞𝙧𝙞𝙣𝙜: 𝙃𝙚𝙣𝙧𝙮 𝘾𝙖𝙫𝙞𝙡𝙡 𝙭 𝘽𝙡𝙖𝙘𝙠 𝙧𝙚𝙖𝙙𝙚𝙧

𝙒𝙖𝙧𝙣𝙞𝙣𝙜𝙨 - 𝙨𝙢𝙪𝙩: 𝙛𝙞𝙣𝙜𝙚𝙧𝙞𝙣𝙜, 𝙨𝙦𝙪𝙞𝙧𝙩𝙞𝙣𝙜, 𝙣𝙞𝙥𝙥𝙡𝙚 𝙥𝙡𝙖𝙮, 𝙤𝙫𝙚𝙧𝙨𝙩𝙞𝙢𝙪𝙡𝙖𝙩𝙞𝙤𝙣, 𝙥𝙧𝙖𝙞𝙨𝙞𝙣𝙜 𝙠𝙞𝙣𝙠, 𝙨𝙡𝙞𝙜𝙝𝙩 𝙙𝙖𝙙𝙙𝙮 𝙠𝙞𝙣𝙠, 𝙪𝙣𝙥𝙧𝙤𝙩𝙚𝙘𝙩𝙚𝙙 𝙨𝙚𝙭 𝙖𝙣𝙙 𝙘𝙧𝙚𝙖𝙢𝙥𝙞𝙚 𝙢𝙚𝙣𝙩𝙞𝙤𝙣

𝙒𝙤𝙧𝙙 𝘾𝙤𝙪𝙣𝙩 - 1.3𝙠

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YN relaxed her back against the softly defined planes of his chest as Henry had finally brought the cat and mouse game to an untimely end. Though she loved enticing him and despite not admitting it, Henry loved being on the receiving end; the result was far more enjoyable.

His hands ghosted her waist before moving to tease the apex of her thighs. Heat flushed her body as she became hyper-aware of his large presence shrouding over her. His strong, calloused held no shyness they explored her body, stopping briefly to trace over the stretch marks that adorned the expanse of her hips.

“If you wanted me to touch you, you should have just said so”, his voice warm and even yet so deeply full of fervour and lust. As Henry spoke, the words sounding even more pronounced as they replayed YN’s head, she knew the truth in them. Henry took her pleasure seriously, as it brought more than his own ever could. She had a hunger for his attention, hence her teasing antics and he had a hunger for her body that he was desperate to satiate. All he wanted to do was satisfy her over and over again.

Her clothing was long gone, leaving Henry with full access to what was his. His thick digits slipped between her puffy folds, spreading them open to slick his fingers in her arousal and swirl around the sensitive bud. He dipped them into her clenched cunt, inching further, curving and pressing into the spot that drew euphoric moans from her. YN wrapped her hand around his toned bicep, the tip of her nails biting into the bare flesh sure to leave marks as the sexual tension began to intoxicate them. He relished in the feeling of her pussy pulsing around him, how desperate she was to feel his touch and the fact that he was the one to bring her to these heights of pleasure.

YN tilted her head back into his shoulder, a throaty moan escaping her parted lips when Henry wrapped his other hand around her neck; applying slight pressure.

“Mmm darling you’re so wet for me, are you going to cum? You're going to give me something to clean up?”, the addition of the gravely bass in his voice increased her arousal by a tenfold.

“F-fuck Hen, Daddy!”, the words barely left her mouth in a rushed whisper.

“That’s it YN, baby cum for me.” He held her trembling body steady against him, contrasted by the shifting pressure and speed of his fingers; bringing her closer to climax. YN’s eyes rolled to the back of her head as she felt the release of her juices onto his fingers and the sheets below. Henry’s growl reverberated throughout the room as he felt her walls pulsate around him and her continually squirt. His fingers plunged her into euphoria, her nails dragged over the thick muscle of his legs leaving marks as she cried out. He knew full well that he would never tire of seeing her like this, a shaking mess just for him, legs threatening to shut as the pleasure became too intense.

YN’s mind was clouded in a post-orgasm haze whilst he licked her essence from his fingers and audibly moaned at the taste. She already felt so spent after being overstimulated to the point of tears. Henry’s body was replaced by pillows as he slid from under her, taking his position above her. The softness of his character breaking through as he kissed her tear-stained cheeks.

“You did so well for me Princess. You’re going to let me make you feel even better now?” YN lived for the praise he gave her, mixed in with teasing remarks.

He languidly kissed her, his lips soft against hers compared to the carnal lust that rippled in their chests, begging for evocation. He drew back, averting his attention elsewhere on her body. His eyes ardour as they scanned over her body, mesmerised her dark skin glowed under the lights, the slight sheen of sweat added the sensuality of the moment and her beauty. Henry dragged his lips down to her chest, swirling his tongue around her dark areola before teasing her thick nipple with the tip of his tongue. He bit down causing YN to gasp loudly, thrusting her chest into his face further. He flicked at her nipple with his tongue again before moving on to please the second one, his fingers replacing his mouth on the first. He pulled and tweaked, sucks and nips at her flesh, relishing in the sounds that left her.

YN soon became impatient with his pace, and leaned down his body, outstretching her hand to grip his cock; watching how Henry visibly shuddered under her touch. It amazed how she could have so much power to bring a man of his stature to his knees. Her thumb traced over the large vein that snaked around his member, taking slight control over his movement as she guided him to her weeping pussy. He followed along, responsive to her touch and was just as desperate to be inside her.

She grasped his member, dragging it along the slit of her sex feeling the beads of precum mix with her own arousal. Every time he withdrew his hips, he bumped her clit sending sparks of pleasure tingling down her spine. It felt so good. After a few more strokes, Henry slowly fed her with his cock, inch by inch, up until his hips met hers. YN never could get over how his thickness filled her, stretched her, the delicious burn she felt as she accommodated his size; yet nothing felt as good as him.

His big hands held her thighs to her chest, Henry drew his hips back and snapped them forward again, burying himself all the way, pausing and then repeating the motion till his pace had quickened. Hissing a breath through his teeth as he pushes his hips upward, deepening the connection between your bodies. His moans were loud and pronounced as he pleasured her.

She shuddered under the look of intensity his eyes held only known to her.

“Christ, sweetheart. You look so good taking me in this pussy. You’re gonna let Daddy know how good this feels?”

“O-oh, Daddy! Please, oh god!”. The juxtaposition of his actions sent her head spinning, the kisses on her cheek and the comments of good she looked taking his cock mixed with the brutal thrusts of his hips. He used one arm to brace her legs up and the other hand splayed firm on her stomach as he leaned down and uttered: “I know you can feel me in there.”

There was the sinful friction of their skin. The pleasure he brought to her body was immeasurable, she would surely feel the after-effects for days to come. He had immense power over her.

Igniting a sharp trail of desire through their bodies, slow-burn coursing in their veins. His lips brushed pressed against hers and he stared into her eyes, watching them gloss over her orgasm loomed over. The passion he felt for her was unwavering as lengths to caressed the very depths of her. Feeling the coil in the pit of her stomach snap once more as the climax overtook every fibre of YN’s body.

Henry chuckled darkly as the dazed look on her face, watching her fall apart under him. The sexual energy was radiating from them both making the air thick. He hooked his arms across her back, pulling her up to chest wanting her close as they came undone, YN buried her face in the crook of his neck as their moans poured out. He maintained steady and slow thrusts, coaxing as much pleasure from her as possible whilst he was on the verge of release. The feeling of her pussy pulsating around him triggered his orgasm as he felt his balls swell and his member throbbed inside her. Thick ribbons of cum spurted from the tip, coating her walls.

They lay back, sated and resting their weight upon each other...

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[whimsymimsywrites]

A beautiful morning with your baby boy Twice

Pairing; Twice/ Jin Bubaigawara x GN reader

 Apocalypse au collab [MASTER LIST]

Warning; 18+

Kinks; Clothed sex, outdoor sex, blowjob, anal, face sitting, slight cock warming.

AN; I wasn’t sure how to tag this without getting yeeted into the naughty corner. I hope you guys like this!

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You stood in the ruins of Tokyo, 5 years ago it would have been crammed full of people who were traveling elsewhere, too busy looking at their phones to notice the beauty of the morning. Looking up at the small bits of shining glass that had not been retaken by nature yet. In the early morning light the buildings glittered like water. You let your backpack slip off your shoulder as the light filtered down waking all the nature that slumbered below the giant structure. 

“It’s such a beautiful morning.” You muttered under your breath. Letting all the errands and cares you had melt away in the soft morning breeze. 

“Hey come on! The others are waiting for us!” A voice behind you chirped as a set of arms wrapped around your waist in a friendly hug.

“But Jin, Look at how pretty it all is, Why don’t we just take a moment and relax?” You suggested and leaned against him. 

“Ahhh, Well,” Jin hummed and glanced around before looking back down at you, pulling his beanie down slightly to cover the split in his forehead. “I guess we can take a little break, I mean we do have a lot to carry back to the fam squad.” He said with a grin. “Thanks for finding this hat by the way, You didn’t have to.”

“Of course I did,” You said and turned in his arms. “I was the one who accidentally ripped your mask, It was only fair I find a replacement.” You glance down at his chest and lean against him. “I’m glad you guys found me when you did.” You muttered softly as Jin led you into a soft swaying dance.

“I’m super glad too. Hell, If it hadn’t been for you, we might still be fighting a corrupt society,” He chuckled softly then his voice became sharper. “Yeah, if you hadn’t shown us that a hard reset would help our cause then we might have been killed in the long run. Not that Dumb ass ever thinks of that.” His voice switched again, ”Hey! That's true but it’s not nice!”

“Jin, You gotta be nicer to yourself.” You cooed softly and cupped his face with your hands. “If it weren't for you I wouldn’t have been able to build our salvation in the first place.”You say stroking his cheek and watching him melt into your touch. “Such a good boy”

Jin almost purred and smiled dumbly as he wrapped his arms around you and lifted you up, nuzzling your chest and closing his eyes in a moment of bliss.

“Awww, my baby boy, do you want Master to take care of you for a while?” You asked as you ran a soothing hand over his shoulders  and back. He groans softly and looks up at you with love and adoration.

“Yes, Please Master. I love when you do.” He mumbles and hugs your waist and lifts you from the ground. Behind you you heard a cough starling Jin into dropping you. You groaned and rubbed your ass as you looked behind you. “Oh, Hey Dabi!” Jin said pulling his beanie down over his face.  Behind you at the other side of the road stood Dabi with a small wagon alongside him. 

“You guys done?” Dabi asked in a raspy voice then he sighed. “I can take the bags back so you two can have some…. Alone time.” He said then made a slightly disgusted face. Jin grinned thanking him profusely as he grabbed all the bags and dashed across to him dumping the bags unceremoniously into the small cart as you walked over and smiled at Dabi.

“Thanks man, Maybe while we’re still out we can find something for you?” You offered in return but dabi shook his head gesturing up. Far above you Hawks flew out of a window diving down to your group.

“Thanks, But we’ve got it covered, Besides we’re just out seeing if  any of the electronics survived.” The burnt male grumbled. “That thing you made was pretty effective. Took out everything as far as we can get so far.” You nodded smiling at him.

“I only did as you guys wanted. You said to reset society and I did. ” You chirped pleasantly as Jin took your hand.

“Yeah you did, It was a shame about all those Electric quirk users though. Oh yeah Twice. Make sure you get back before dark, we’re having a meeting later.” Dabi said as Hawks touched down looking at the bags and his companion, “Come on hawks, Let's get back. We can go again after a break.” Dabi groaned as he and hawks made their way out. 

After the two were out of sight Jin picked you up bridal style and started running to a hidden alley off the main road, grinning like a fool all the while you were laughing. 

“Slow down!” You said between giggles. “Don’t wanna trip!” Your arms wrapped around his neck as he slowed down and grinned at you.

“Ah, Sorry, All the cute stuff you were saying earlier got me really excited...” Jin said and set you on the ground and looked around before pulling out his cock. It twitched in his hand, erect and needy. “He looks so lonely, master.” Jin said, trying to act cute. “Please kiss him better?” 

Smirking you take his cock into your hands, gently stroking it and  looking up at him. Jins eyes closed as he moaned weakly, undoing his pants fully and yanking down his boxers.  Then pulling up his shirt, so his body was bared to you. Shifting to your knees you looked up at him, his cock twitching and throbbing in your hands.

“Talk to Master baby boy, Tell me what you want me to do. If you stop talking I’ll stop too.” You ordered as you swiped the pad of your thumb over the slit of his cock. He gasped loudly and gripped his shirt tighter.

“I- I want master to play with me.” He started as you stroked his cock a little faster. “I’ve been such a good boy for you! I haven’t touched myself cause I know my cock belongs to you!” He thrusted his hips as your warm tongue trailed along the underside of his heated flesh. “Master I’ve been dreaming about pleasuring you for the past week, You could sit on my face I just wanna make you happy!.” He spasmed as his voice got a bit harsher. “I wanna bend you over and fuck you till you can’t walk.” His voice turned to a growl. “Fill you full of my seed in every hole I can.” He shuddered as the tip of his cock entered the slick heat of your mouth and you began to suck his cock. Your eyes trained on him. He whimpered and panted. “M-Master! I love you Master!” Slowly you pulled his cock out and let the saliva strand that formed break of its own accord. 

“Baby boy, I love you too, Will you show me how much you love me?” You asked innocently and Jin nodded.

 He gets on his knees and yanks down your pants and turns you to face the wall. Licking his lips he spread your ass cheeks to see how you working on him made you feel. 

“Master, you look so needy, Can I touch you? Licking you?” He asks looking up at you. His eyes were begging. “Please?”

“Hmmmm” You hummed in a teasing manner as you wiggle your ass at him. “I dunno, Should I let you?” You look back and smirk as he pouts and kisses your ass. “I’ll let you do it for a little bit” You say and giggle. He perks up and licks lips and leans forward and lazily draws his tongue along not only your ass, but along your sensitive sex as well. 

“Master you taste so good~.” He moans and presses the tip of a finger to your needy asshole and pushes it in. You cover your mouth and moan in response to his touch. “Master do you like it?” He asked unsure but at the small noises his excitement got the best of him and he started to lick and kiss and finger your needy hold. “Master” He mumbles as he adds a finger and stretches your hole out.

“A-ah! Be careful,” You warn as your ass gets played with. “Make sure you don’t start something you can’t finish baby boy.” You groan as Jin licks and probes you his own need becoming evident.

“Master, Please, Take me, I want to be yours.” He whimpered then he growled. “You better take us before we take you. Just cause he’s a bottom bitch doesn’t mean I am!” With a frown you push him back so his back was against the wall and pressed your ass against his face. He moans as he gets back to pleasing you. Looking down you see his poor neglected cock weeping and twitching as he pushes his tongue into your ass.

“Okay,” You said, pulling away hearing him whimper. “Time for the main event.” You tease as he looks up at you. “Now, Beg for me.” you say slipping off your pants, Jin bit his lip and whimpered as his hand reached for his cock. “Hey, I didn’t say you could touch my cock.”

“Master please fuck me, I’ve been such a good boy, I haven’t touched my self for a week, I’ve done everything you asked, I’ve made sure I’m clean and don’t got any hair, I rode that dildo for you this morning, I’m helping you make another bomb.” He begs trying to think  of whatever good things he’s done as you move down and rub the sensitive tip of his cock against your ass. “Please Master I love you, I’ll do anything for you!” He gasps and tries not to buck his hips into your hole.

“I know baby boy, you’ve been so good all week, And now I’ll give you a good reward.” You say as you push his cock inside, you could feel him twitch and throb inside of you. “A-ah~. Good boy~.” You moan as Jin rolls his eyes back. “You like that baby?” He nods as you slowly start to rock your hips against him. “You can wrap your arms around me.” At your words he pulls you into a hug, pulling out his cock slightly. You kiss his head and smile as you slowly ride him, your heart starts to work faster as you do.

“M-master, you feel so good, I love you!” He pants and thrusts up a bit. “S-sorry,” You smile and kiss his head and push down against him as he moans. “A-ah, I can feel you gripping me!” The heat from both your bodies makes you feel sweat starting to bead up on your body as both of your body heats and scents start to mix.

“You’re such a good boy, so sweet and kind to everyone, even if they don’t deserve it.” You say sweetly into his ear as you slowly start to ride his hard cock feeling it inch in with every thrust. He pants and rolls his eyes back. You smile at all of his wanton expressions “What a cute face,” You teased and slammed down onto his cock your eyes roll back as his cock fills your ass as beads of sweat roll down your face, Jins sweet face was turning into a hot sweaty mess as well. “A-ah~! You like this baby boy?”

“Master!” He moaned and hid his face into your chest, biting into your shirt as you rode against him. You can hear someone coming from somewhere but at this point neither of you cared. You could feel him getting closer to the edge along with you. You can feel beads of sweat rolling down your spine as  you keep riding him, He clings to you panting increasing the heat between you both. You can feel your core tighten like a spring ready to go off as Jin moans in pleasure. Your body starts to spasm and move of its own accord losing yourself to the pleasure and pull jins face up and kiss him deeply. Your eager tongue slipping into his mouth and playing with his. He moaned submissively then growled, wrapping his arms around you and taking control of the pace. And for once, you didn’t mind it. He started to slam you down on his cock, as if he was trying to reach deeper with his cock. 

“Good boy!” You moaned into the kiss. “You can cum inside me.” You said as you held on to his arms and wrapped your shaking legs around his hips. Jin took that as an invitation to start slamming into your ass as hard as he could. His head resting on your shoulder as he moaned and panted in your ear.  “You’re doing so good Jin baby, You’re making me feel so good baby boy.”You praise him as the spring inside you winds up more then it releases in an instant, throwing your head back you can see stars while your legs tremble and spasm, you feel him start to slow as  thick ropes of cum filled your ass. He groaned weakly and held you in place as if he was trying to breed your ass. “Such a good boy.” You mumbled.

“I lobe yous Masters” He mumbled into your neck his mind gives up for the day. “Master. Sleepy.” He mumbled again and you could feel his body get heavy.

“Oh no,” You groaned as he fell asleep while his cock was still inside your ass, against the alley wall. “Oh baby...” You said softly.

“Really guys? Again?” a new voice asked incredulously, you turn your head in time to see the back of a familiar blonde girl. “God, you two. So dirty.” She mumbled. 

“You can complain, or you can help free me and carry jin home.” You teased. “‘Sides you’re just jealous that I call Jin my sweet baby boy and not you.” You spot her ears turning red.

“Hush up you. Just hurry up and get free so we can take Twice home.” She said her back still facing you. “Just cause you made that EMP doesn’t mean you get to lewd Twice everywhere.”

“Hey, He started it.” You said as you pulled yourself away from him, much to his sleepy protests. “Come on Jin, Wakey wakey, We gotta clean up and go home.” You said softly kissing his head.

“I am home.” He muttered but let you go all the same. You both cleaned up as best you could and leaned on Toga as your legs were still shaky and Jin was still half asleep.

“It’s a beautiful morning.” You mumbled. Looking up at the morning sky reflected in the shattered glass of the sky scrapers. Letting all the cares you had melt away in the soft morning breeze

[peachebunnys]

I’m thirsty for Carrillo 💦💦💦

Aren’t you in luck! This has been on my mind for a while now so I hope you enjoy this~ 

[Come with me]

Horacio Carrillo x reader

warnings: smut - phone sex, mutual masturbation

Horacio takes a swig at his flask, pinching the bridge of his nose to ease the headache that he knew would soon come. The tapes, the bloody tapes that he’s been listening to for hours have done nothing but increase his frustrations, and he was already feeling the dull ache at the back of his head.

The sun had set, making the tiny lamp next to him the only source of light as he leaned over the dozen or so files that littered the desk.

He’s been cooped up in the office the whole day, replaying tapes after tapes in hopes of finding a new lead on Escobar. That maybe something, just something, would aid him in this blind hunt for the man. It was like taking a stab in the dark, pointless and exhausting and Horacio knew that his energy would only wear thin if it continued.

The police station was empty, save for some of his men that were stationed at the main gates, working their night shifts to protect the integrity of this place. Horacio’s office was silent, air stilling as he lit yet another cigarette that hung loosely between his lips.

He expertly changed the recordings, recklessly tossing the previous one away before wearing the tiny standard issued headphones on his head.

This is pointless, he thinks, there’s no way we’re moving forward like this.

He slams his finger against the stop button, leaning back in his seat to take a breather. The whole fucking day has been nothing but a mess, and he wished nothing more than to lay in bed next to you instead.

The phone suddenly rang, an abrupt scream that broke the silence of the night. The trembling of the phone shook the wooden desk slightly, and Horacio purses his lips to brace himself for the bad news that’s to come.

Pressing the receiver to his ear, he takes a drag from his cigarette again, tapping the bud lightly to rid the ash that barely hangs at the end. He half expects it to be one of his men, informing him of their status updates, or possibly even an unwarranted call from Javier with yet another lead from his “informant”.

What he doesn’t expect though, was your voice- soft and sweet, and mewling his name from the other end.

“Horacio?”

His breath hitches, recognizing that tone of your voice instantly. It was the very same voice you’d use when in the throes of pleasure, moaning out his name as he fucks your brain out. It threw him off-guard for a second, but he smiled as he took another drag from his cigarette. 

“Yes my love?”

He answers back just as sweetly, throwing the burnt cigarette in a nearby bin. He pushes away the tapes, resting his arms on the desk as he speaks to you again.

“Are you alright?”

“Horacio, ” you call out again, and this time there was no doubt you were aroused, “you haven’t been home lately.”

The guilt washes over him, and he sighs in agreement.

“I know baby, and I’m sorry.”

“I’ve missed you.”

He hears it, the moans you’re trying to suppress getting caught in the back of your throat. He straightens himself in his seat, rolling his tense shoulders as you continued to speak to him. 

“Horacio, I need you.”

He smirks as he takes a shot from the flask, cock hardening just slightly at the sound of your voice dripping with arousal.

“Where do you need me, my love?”

Cockiness. A trait in him that only came to him whenever he wanted you to beg for him.

Your moans echo through the phone, low and drawn out that almost has Horacio’s cock twitching.

“I need you in me Horacio, I’ve been feeling so lonely without you.”

He imagines you pouting, with your plump lips puckered out as you widen your eyes. He groans in response, leaning back in his seat as his cock starts to twitch harder in his pants. The straining of the material was starting to get too much and Horacio had half a mind to pull down his pants there and then.

He downs the remaining alcohol from the metallic container, feeling the buzz build up in him. “Have you been touching yourself?”

He hears your breath hitch, imagining your eyes widen as you trail your hands down to your panties. Your moans come out short and choked, and Horacio took that as a ‘yes’.

“Are you touching yourself right now?”

“Yes.”

“Yes who?”

“Yes sir.”

“That’s my good girl.” Horacio smiles, looking around the empty room cautiously.

He spreads his legs just a bit wider, feeling the friction of the canvas pants rub against his hardened shaft. He could already feel the veins pulsating, and you barely said anything.

Fuck, he thinks, the way he’s already half hard at the sounds of your pathetic mewls and pet name. Just as he opens his mouth to speak, he hears the faint sounds of your wetness followed by a long drawn out moan of his name again.

“What are you wearing?” His voice comes out more authoritative than intended, leaving no room for noncompliance to not answering his question.

“Only panties and your home shirt, the big green one you always wear to bed.” He could hear you fumble with the phone, holding it closer to your mouth, “fuck, baby I need you so bad, I kept touching myself to you these past few nights.”

Horacio hums appreciatively, pulling his chair closer to the desk, “and what is it that you keep thinking about?”

Your pants now become louder, and your breathing was slightly heavier than it was before. “I— I keep thinking of your thick cock inside of me, pumping me full with your cum till it seeps out.”

Horacio feels himself becoming fully hard, moving his large hand down to palm the growing cock inside his pants. He lets out a soft groan, imagining the way you looked in his clothes and panties all sprawled out and ready for him.

“Keep touching yourself princess, exactly how I’d do it. Tell me, how does it feel?”

Your voice comes out as a purr, occasionally mewling out Horacio’s name, “It feels so good Horacio, but I need your thick fingers instead.”

“I know, princess,” He coos, “I know just how much you love my fingers curled up in your pussy. You’re always so tight, clenching around my two fingers whenever I fuck you open, aren’t you?”

“Yes, oh fuck yes.”

”How many fingers are you touching yourself with?”

“T—Three, but it’s not enough.”

That thought had Horacio groaning, throwing his head back in pleasure. He’s fighting off the urge to jerk himself off there and then, finding his current location a bit too unsafe to engage in such activities. He palms his cock harder, fingers ghosting across his length while his hips involuntarily jerks forward.

“I — fuck, Horacio —“ your voice becomes higher and he could hear your fingers speeding up its pace against your clit. “I — need your huge cock inside of me right now. Fuck, I need you so bad Sir.”

He couldn’t. He simply couldn’t take it.

Your begging was the final straw for him, and with one swift movement - Horacio unbuckled his belt and pulled his uniform pants down, hissing as the cool air stimulated his weeping cock. It laid proudly against his firm stomach, twitching while precum seeped onto his uniform shirt.

He runs his thumb over the slit of his cock, smearing pre cum against the reddened tip. He could faintly hear your voice, in the midst of all his filthy thoughts about you, calling out to him desperately. “W—what would you do if you were here now?”

Horacio could tell your voice was starting to get shaky, a clear indication that you were about to reach your climax soon. “Oh, my sweet girl. I’d absolutely destroy you. I’d have you writhing under me in minutes.”

He starts pumping the length of his shaft, feeling the veins become more prominent. “I’d first taste that pretty pussy of yours, making you cum with just my tongue. Should I suck on your clit, or should I finger you open while lapping at your juices? Which one do you prefer, princess?”

“Anything, please just eat me out. I just want your mouth on me.”

“Hm,” Horacio slowly starts jerking himself off to your pleads, “such a filthy, filthy girl. What else do you want, my love?”

“H—Horacio. I want to suck your cock so bad.”

His shaft twitches, fisting himself tightly in his right hand, soughting out release from just the sound of your voice.

Horacio leans further into his seat, hips jerking upwards involuntarily at your voice. “Oh baby, you have no idea how good your lips feel against my cock. Your pretty lips wrapped around me drives me crazy.”

You had let out a whine, and Horacio could hear your breathing becoming shallower. The night was cool, a stark comparison to the fire that was igniting within him. The arousal and the alcohol mix had made his head feel fuzzy, with only thoughts of you naked and playing with yourself replaying in his mind. 

“Play with your tits for me sweetheart, pinch those nipples as hard as I usually would.”

He hears your end rustle once again, audio only becoming clear after a few antagonizing long seconds. “Yes Sir. I’m s—o wet for you, fuck I desperately need your mouth on me Horacio.”

Horacio throws his head back, pumping his cock with fervor as he listens to you. He’s close, so close and he knows he just needs a bit more to send him over the edge.

“Horacio—Sir, I hnng— ‘m close but I want to hear your voice. Please, I need your voice to get me off.”

Horacio clenches his eyes shut, hips stuttering as he feels his balls tense. “Cum for me princess, let me hear you sing my name.” His cock twitches wildly, feeling the pleasure closing in.

“I’d get on my fucking knees to lick all your cum right now if I could, my mouth would drip with your release baby.”

“S—so fucking close, yes.” The blood rushes to his ears, a ringing as his orgasm washes over him, cumming all over his exposed abdomen to your broken moans and cries for him. You let out a string of curses, all of which loud and incoherent.

The both of you pant loudly into the phone, chest heaving as you came down from your high. Horacio was no doubt lightheaded, the orgasm ripping through him harder than anticipated. He lazily picks out a tissue and wipes his cum coated hand, resting his head in his palms once he was clean.

You were both silent for a bit, allowing the pleasure to slowly leave your system and to relax your body after such a strenuous activity.

“Horacio...” Your voice came out softer this time, hoarse from your earlier cries of pleasure, “that was fucking amazing.”

His breathing stabilized and he smiled into the phone, eyes half lidded as he answered back, “got what you wanted, didn’t you?”

“I wanted you to cum in me, not with me,” Horacio could feel a small gasp leave his lips, realizing how absolutely filthy you were.

“I’ll do everything and more when I get back,” he promises, “make sure you’re ready for it.”

He slams the phone down, ending it hastily as he gathers himself to look decent. He leaves the office within minutes, not giving a second glance to his men he would usually greet on the way out.

Horacio smiles as he gets into the car, thinking of the ways he would punish you once he got home. If you thought that you’d get away with calling him while he was working, just to get yourself off to his voice - boy, were you in for a long night.

[thinking-outside-the-giftbox18]

A Pill In Time - Giftbox Studios

Summary: An alternate universe where ‘A Hat In Time’ [by Gears For Breakfast] is set in a psychic ward, and anyone non-human in the game are human now.

Notes: The writer has done research of the mental disorders yet has trouble understanding and memorizing them, please don’t harass or insult them as they have tried to be empathetic and avoid spreading misinformation.Perspective of the main character changes to the next character to show what the main character is really doing.

TW: Mental disorders [Autism/Autism Spectrum, PTSD, OCD, Anxiety, Schizophrenia, etc.], the perspective of a child can be dark too, self-loathing, mentions of physical abuse [not kids fighting each other, we were kids who fought our own siblings before, unless it was physical abuse on your perspective…nevermind…], mild swearing, might be boring depending on how I write this story, some important characters from in-game are OOC.

Come at me, @doodledrawsthings!!!

JK, Love your work, you’re the reason I made this fanfic! 

The art’s done by me! ^^

Chapter 3: The High-Risk Floor

I remained patient in the elevator as it took me to the final floor, the doors opened to the perfect horror movie setting: a long corridor with doors, dimmed lights with a few of them flickering because of the stormy weather outside the hospital, add lightning and thunder into the setting; I didn’t notice my legs shaking but I woman-ed up and marched forward into the almost dark corridors. I scanned each passing door as I strolled, keeping a close eye on anything peculiar, just as I reached to the second last door, I found my no.1 favorite toy: My Music-Hat, a music box in the shape of a purple hat, with the yellow band having a small turnkey!

But when I finally got my hands on it, I heard a loud banging from the door in front of me, I froze in my tracks and watched the formally locked door to break at any moment, I take a few steps backwards with my toy close to my chest, the shaking came back and I was truly scared. Suddenly, a velociraptor screech boomed across the floor, followed by the door breaking open loudly that it could’ve flew off from the hinges, behind the door was a long haired lady, because of the dark, her hair color was not clear, but I definitely saw her cold red eyes glare at me when she turned her head, like she’s some kind of beast in a fairy tale.

I trapped my gasp before it could escape from my mouth and bolted to the opposite direction, in hopes of reaching the elevator before that…thing can catch me. She screamed louder and ran faster than any other lady her age, whatever her age was. Her screeches and my screams deafened my ears. I clutched my toy and bagpack tight, everything flashed around me and then I tripped on my knee when I was so close to the elevator, I hissed in pain and looked back at the lady. She was getting closer and my heart raced in panic, this is too much!!!

I have never screamed so loud in my life, nor cried so hard that I failed to notice what was going on in my surroundings, time slowed down as the lady got closer and I curled myself into a ball and cried like a baby.

A few minutes earlier

The sound of thunder woke me up. I slowly opened my eyes to see rain droplets hitting the window and a calm sigh was my only reply as I got up, stretched my back with a moan and rubbed my eyes awake. I brushed off my long brown hair away from my face, I could’ve got a haircut but…no. No need for that, I stood up and felt the chill in my room, or cell. I head to my small cupboard and picked up my favorite sweater- a deep plum colored wool- and wore it above my white cotton t-shirt. I yawned while fixing my sweater sleeves and made sure that the sweater didn’t show my skinny frame when suddenly, two loud shrieks were heard from outside my room. I jumped and my heart started to race uncontrollably, I didn’t have time to calm down. I recognized one of the shrieks, but the other sounded… younger and shrill. I reached for the door handle- I’ve never opened it myself, unless Dr. Timothy tells me to, yet I knew that something was wrong and I have to see what had happened.

I opened the door enough to peep through. I heard two set of footsteps rushing to the direction of the elevator, I looked to the other side and saw a small girl wearing a purple-yellow hoodie and carrying some kind of gadget and a bagpack, probably 8 or 9 years old, with tears streaming down her terror-filled eyes and I can see why she was running to the elevator. HER. I felt my heart stop when the little girl tripped and fell to the ground, making her scream more loud, God knows what she’ll do to that girl, I ignored my mind that was screaming to hide or my deafening heartbeats as I dashed and grabbed the girl. It was like as if the time froze when I turned to face those red soul-piercing eyes…again, I hoped that hag didn’t recognize me as I ran back to my room and shut the door, clutching the small girl tight. She definitely didn’t like what I did as she started to bang on my door. My heartbeats got louder and faster which made my breath short and fast. I hyperventilated and begged for her to leave me…and the girl alone. The chill became worse as fear overpowered me and made me shiver with the girl, who was curled up in my lap and clutching my waist tight.

The security and staff finally arrived and took her away to be pacified. As silence returned aside from the occasional thunder, I didn’t stop shaking but it lessened. I looked up at the door which thankfully didn’t fly off its hinges and then looked down at the girl…Poor thing was still shivering and weeping as she buried her face on my sweater. I was about to pat her back when I noticed her bagpack which looked like a big blue marshmallow if it wasn’t for her badges on it, one of which had the infinity symbol in rainbow colo- Oh… I stared down at the girl for a while, thinking of ways to calm her down when I noticed that she dropped her gadget on the thankfully carpeted floor. I picked it up and observed it, and twisted the turnkey more than thrice. What ensued was an odd yet peaceful moment…

The top-hat shaped gadget produced a music-box sound, the top part opened like a flower blooming in spring time and small dots of light reflected from the top created a kaleidoscope effect that covered my sweater and the wall in front of me with more than dozens of stars in a galaxy, changing colors from white, purple, blue, yellow, green and back to white. This isn’t an ordinary toy, isn’t it…? I didn’t notice that my heartbeats had calmed down as the girl’s head peeped up to look at the toy and the small stars. She uncurled and leaned on my sweater as she stared blankly at them, eyes red and puffy from the tears. I listened to the music and recognized the song…It was a lullaby from a movie I watched a long time ago before being in this cell. I sighed and sang with it, my voice being a bit rusty and off-key as I began to sing, but it went smoothly along with the notes. I gently rocked the girl with my body as I continue to sing and wiped off her tears instinctively. I watched her eyes slowly close as she drifted into a deep sleep and her calm breaths indicated that she’ll be alright. I kept singing just in case till the song finished and picked her up and put her on my bed, covering her with a weighted blanket from her bagpack and tucked her in, she smiles calmly, feeling safe and secured. I can only smile as I watched her sleep before I quietly walked to my desk drawer to retrieve some emergency anti-depressants. As much as the moment calmed me down, my heart still panicked after dealing with the b!@#$ that had ruined my life…

Hana’s P. O. V.

I opened my eyes slowly and got up, stretched my back and looked around the place. I was sleeping on a bed in a small room, my blanket and toy beside me and my bagpack below the bed. I looked up and saw a man sleeping on a rolling chair, a big book covers his face and muffled his snores. I didn’t know what had happened but I do know that I’m not supposed to be here. So as quietly as I can, I stuffed both my blanket and toy back into the bagpack and crept towards the door, my tiny hand almost reaching for the handle…

“No ‘thank you’? That’s kind of rude if you ask me, kid…”

I froze, how did he know I was about to leave…? I turned slowly, just to see one golden eye peeking out of the book, looking directly at me. I was flustered and scared, what’s with this guy…?? He sat up straight and crossed his arms, “Now, would you kindly explain to me why a little girl like you was waltzing around in a psych ward…? And in the ‘high-risk’ floor where the deranged are kept against their will for society’s sake?” He asked me like I should know the answer to the last question, and I just remained silent. He’s a stranger, and Grandpa taught me to never to talk to one…But I don’t remember what had happened before I arrived here. “Well?” He spoke again, patiently waiting for an answer, I looked at my shoes, “What happened…?”I shyly asked.

“I don’t know, you tell me? You came to this floor.” He replied sarcastically, I looked at him a bit annoyed. “I was looking for my toys…” I mumbled, but he heard it as he let out a short deep chuckle. “Your toys? What kind of kid carries twenty-eight toys in her marshmallow bag?” He replied smartly, as a cat-like smirk crept through his lips. I pouted and blushed with annoyance. “An Autistic one, that’s who!!” I yelled and his smirk disappeared…Too far, I guess…I looked away from him and stood there in silence, he did the same, scratching his head that has long brown hair that reached below his back…He kinda looks like a girl…He cleared his throat, “I found you running away from…Vanessa. You were experiencing sensory overload, so I used that Top-Hat toy you were carrying around…” he said in an awkward yet polite tone, still looking away. I tilted my head, “Who is Vanessa…?” I asked, was it that lady’s name?? He frowned more and scrunched his face, he seemed to not want to answer that question…Did she chase him down and make him scream too…? I thought of the scenario, it would’ve been funny if it didn’t happen to me, so…I reached to my bagpack to retrieve my top-hat toy. “…I am looking for the rest of my toys, they don’t seem important but to me they are, and many others tried to take them away…This toy…was made by my dad…before he and mom left me with Grandpa…”

Robin’s P. O. V.

When she mentioned her parents, I can tell that she blames herself or her disorder…either way, I know how she felt as I used to blame my disorder whenever she would get mad at me. I looked at the toy, it looked like no other child toy I can think of, so maybe her dad did make it himself and it showed how skillful he was…But it doesn’t explain how and why the kid was basically an orphan, aside from her Grandfather as her guardian… ”So…How many toys do you think are left…?” I see her blink after being lost in her thoughts, “Hm? Oh! I think twelve of them.” Her answer surprised me and my tone showed, “Oh? Did you search everywhere for them? That’s really impressive, kiddo!” I gave a calm smile at her and chuckled when she blushed but she smiled back a bit. I saw the confidence coming back to her and she tied her boots properly before she turned to the door.

Yet she paused…I don’t have to guess, “Want me to help?” She turned and had an embarrassed frown, she nodded her head. “But you don’t have to…um…” I realized that I forgot to tell my name, “I am Robin, I did help you escape from a lunatic.” I introduce myself and offer my help, she looked around for a while, humming to herself as she thinks, “Okay, but only for being by my side in this floor and till I reach to the ground level.” I looked at her and smiled, “You’re quite the contractor…aren’t you, kid? ~”, admittedly, she does have a good deal, yet I just fear for her coming back… “Alright, it’s a deal!” I clapped my hands once and got up, which startled the kid as she stepped back, she never saw a tall person before? I cracked my back and ruffled my hair more to hide my eyes, she was still looking at me in awe and she walked closer to me. I looked at her curiously, what’s in her head now?

“C-Can I…Um…?” She nervously asked, while hesitantly reaching a hand for my hair, I thought for a minute and nod, she carefully grabbed a tuft and used her thumb to stroke it, her sky-blue eyes gleamed in amazement, finding some unseen wonder in my mane. “Are you a boy?” she asked with uncertainty and such innocence, I did a double take and laughed heartily at her question. It has been a while since I laughed like that and this kid had just made my day. I controlled my laughter and wiped off an imaginary tear from my non-hidden eye, “Now is not the time to debate whether my long hair makes me look like a girl, kid! We have an objective to accomplish!!” I watched her face change from embarrassment to realization as she secures the bands of her bagpack. Then I realized that I agreed to leave my room…for a kid I barely knew…My heart started to beat faster again and I stared blankly at the door. I breathe quietly yet quickly as the thoughts of the unexpected events that are yet to happen raced in my mind, then a small hand held mine and I looked at the small girl, “Ready to go, Mr. Robin?” She asked with an innocent smile, oblivious about how I am feeling. I inhaled and exhaled heavily, gave a fake smile and held her hand. I reached for the door, fingers on the handle, ‘Try to not think of dying of a heart attack on the spot, alright?’ I thought to myself and opened the door. I looked around to see if the coast was clear, and stepped out of my room in my socks as I lead the girl to the corridors of the floor. “What’s your name, kid?” I asked, I don’t mind calling her “kid” or “kiddo”, but that would be rude to not call her by name, she smiled and said that her name is Hana…That’s a really nice name.

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End of the Dadtcher chapter of ‘A Pill In Time’. This is a testing chapter to see if I can continue on writing this fanfiction. I hope you enjoyed as much as I enjoyed typing it; if you have any thoughts or suggestions, please let me know as I would want to make this chapter friendly and well-researched with no misinformation. Terms and Conditions apply.

[whumping-every-day]

BDHB: Stress Position

Who else remembers that I had a bingo card? Yeah, me neither! This is Stress Position for Ash, set about three months after his initial capture. 

ALSO! The absolutely amazing @gimmethatsweetwhump has made art for this prompt! I am so grateful for the constant support, my deepest and most humble thanks!

Content Warnings: Blood, some gore(?), dehumanization, torture, humiliation, force feeding via tube, stress position, brief vomit mention. 

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They leave him strung up in the sun till his eyes have gone black and he’s nothing more than a quivering lump of flesh. They don’t even have to touch him; the sun burns, and he writhes and screams and gurgles, and it doesn’t stop, and somewhere along the line he forgets things like kindness and gentleness and his own goddamn name.

When it stops, at first he thinks it’s a mercy.

They drag him inside and they leave him, and he lies there and floats. Pain has an element of blank; when it hurts like this, there is no thought of anything else. He doesn’t remember what he’s done wrong, doesn’t remember how he’d got there.

At one point, one of the hunters comes in and yanks his head up by the hair; there’s a tube shoved into his mouth, then further, further – the vampire chokes and struggles as the thick tube is forced down his throat. His eyes are wide, unseeing, as something cold and viscous is poured into the attached funnel. It trickles into his stomach, thick and foreign, and he jerks helplessly against the hands holding him down.

His skin heals faster after that; soon enough it’s in one piece again, still black and blistered in places, but whole.

That’s when they come back for him.

He panics when the doors open, and he screams and thrashes and begs when they haul him up. But no amount of begging or bargaining makes an affect. They yank his head back, and a big, gloved hand grips his jaw. He hisses and whimpers, and the hand squeezes enough to make his jaw creak.

Then something cool touches the side of his cheek. The vampire thrashes uselessly, and someone else grips his hair. A multitude of hands force him down to his knees, hold him still. The object is cold and sharp against his cheek, a pinprick of pain beyond the greater whole. The hand grips tighter, and the vampire’s jaw opens to avoid letting it break.

Then the sharp thing is shoved inside.

Blood spurts in the creature’s mouth, and he gags on it, letting out a terrified scream. The pain is blinding; his eyes are watering as they keep pushing, and he keeps screaming. He feels the give of it when the metal bar pierces through his cheek.

In the end he’s sobbing, spitting up blood and still trying to beg. The hands on him change, positions changing, and then it’s the other side. His eyes go wide, and he redoubles his efforts to struggle – but he’s too hurt.

The metal is pushed clean through his other cheek, and he hears someone laugh as he cries.

“There, there, good. Now bring the bit-”

The metal is yanked out of his flesh, and a fresh wave of blood comes pouring out. The creature is left bent double with holes in his face, wheezing in agony.

Then he’s pulled up again by the hair.

The first sizzle of iron makes his vision white out. The vampire howls, and the hand gripping his chin holds him still effortlessly while they slowly, inexorably push the iron bit through his cheek. It burns as it goes, and then it burns his tongue and the roof of his mouth, and the vampire convulses with it.

He has no tears left to cry, but he sobs anyway.

The iron bit singes his cheek from the inside, and then it’s all the way through, sitting just over his molars.

The pain doesn’t stop when the movement does. Once it’s in place the bit immediately sears into his flesh, and it hisses and sizzles beneath the creature’s panicked wailing.

“Puu-puu-eazzze-“” He’s begging and gasping around the bit, and the men only laugh at him. “P-p-eeaze, taaake – take i’ ooud-”

“Aww, look at that,” one of them coos. “It thinks it can beg.”

Hopelessness and agony wash over the creature in equal measures. Trying to beg only burns his tongue, but the excruciating pain from his cheeks doesn’t stop.

It’s – it’s not stopping.

Every second is worse than the last, and when the hand gripping its – his – jaw releases, the vampire thrashes his head, falling into the dirt and screaming as he tries to dislodge it.

It doesn’t come loose. It’s stuck there, inside of him, burning him from the inside out.

His face is grabbed again, then, and one of the hunters bends down to tie something to the bloody metal sticking out from his cheeks.

Then the man stands, and he’s holding strings that lead to the vampire’s mouth. The hunter laughs, and then he pulls, and the vampire screams so loud and hard he nearly blacks out.

They lead him around the room by it, laughing and kicking at him as he crawls. There’s no escaping the agony, but then it pulls it tears, and there’s blood mixed with saliva dripping to the floor. At one point one of them steps on his back, pins him to the floor, and yanks the strings attached to the bit backwards. He sobs and gags as his head is pulled back, neck straining with the movement.

“Eh, someone grab the chain,” someone calls, and the leash attached to the collar is grabbed. The vampire wheezes in terror, eyes sliding blindly from one cruel, frightening face to the next. None of the men look unique anymore; they all act the same.

The bit is pulled up, and he cries and tries to follow the pressure. It brings him to his knees, then up, further – up to his feet.

“Bring it here.” He’s led by the head, like an animal, and the vampire stumbles along blindly, blood still dribbling down his cheeks. The building they’re in has rafters, and a stall, like it was formerly used for livestock. The ropes attached to the bit get thrown over a low-lying wooden beam, and then they are yanked taught.

The vampire screams raggedly at the pressure.

“Turn it, there you go – c’mon, you fucking animal, move.” He’s kicked in the knee, and the vampire sobs, collapses halfway – the ropes pull tight, and the iron pulls against bloody flesh, and the creature gurgles and seizes with it.

In the end, they leave him standing. The bit pulls his head up and back, so he can’t fall to his knees, and someone takes the chain connected to the collar and pulls it tight. The chain is bolted to the floor on the opposite side of the room, and then they yank his arms up behind him and clamp iron shackles around his wrists.

It hurts. The vampire had thought that nothing could ever hurt as much as the sun, and he’d been right. But this – this hurts in a different way. The bit sizzles in his cheeks, and he moans his anguish helplessly as blood trickles to the floor. If he pulls back to relieve his cheeks, the collar cinches up tight around his throat and he can’t breathe. If he pulls forward – the vampire is afraid to find out what would happen if he did that.

The hunters stay and watch, for a while. Some of them make a game of it; one laughs and plucks at the strings connected the bit, delighting in the agonized, panicky whimpers. Another grips the chain and pulls it tight, and he only watches with intent as the vampire chokes.

They all cycle through, after that. The doors to the building are propped open, and the hunters spend the rest of the day milling in and out, laughing at its suffering. 

Hours trickle by, and every second is torment. He begs through the bit, he sobs and cries and pleads for mercy. But there is nothing, no reprieve, and when he screams too loudly he gets a harsh backhand across the face. The motion sends agony spiking through his cheeks, and his vision greys out for a second.

Soon, his knees start to weaken, and through his misery, the vampire understands.

They leave him like that, strung up from the bit through his cheeks, choking and bleeding. The night drags on, until the silence starts to sound like voices and the blackness is in color.

He knows he has to stay awake. If he falls, if he collapses, the bit will tear through the rest of his cheek. But the first time his knees buckle, it’s still a shocking wave of agony.

When morning comes, it’s to the sight of the vampire broken and hollow-eyed, blood crusting at the edges of his mouth, around the ends of the bit.

His knees shake with the effort of holding himself up.

He begs with his eyes when the first hunters arise, hoping desperately that surely, surely one night was enough –

But they don’t let him down. Instead they ignore him, and the vampire starts sobbing afresh when it becomes clear that there will be no relief.

He manages to stay awake for a second day, hanging on by a thread. But he’s already weak, already hurting – and the bit is impossibly tight, and his cheeks are a mess of charred flesh and open, weeping burns, and he’s senseless with it. There is no getting away from the constant pressure, no matter how he twists and whines and pushes up on the balls of his feet.

When his knees give out the first time, it jolts him back into wakefulness. There’s a searing agony in his face, and the vampire’s eyes fly open, a strangled shout slipping past its lips. For a horrible moment, its weight rests on the bit, and the bit catches tight and pulls upwards and back, towards his ears.

He screams for a long time. The bit has bitten through new flesh, sending fresh waves of blood down his cheeks. He retches, gags, thrashes in place, and none of it changes.

It happens in stages, after that. When night falls, and the hunters return from their daily duties, they spend some time in a loose circle around it, laying brutal kicks and punches against his unprotected stomach. At one point the vampire heaves and vomits up blood, craning his neck back to relieve the pressure on the bit.

That night, the creature wishes for death. Its agonized moans have long since tapered off; now it only hangs there, and it whimpers only when the muscles in his legs and feet seize.

It’s pitch black when they close the door and leave him there. It’s hard to balance in the dark, with every inch of his body battered and broken. He blinks, tries to keep his eyes open – but every once in a while he’ll start to sway, or list to one side, and the bit yanks taught and he screws his eyes shut and cries.

Eventually, his legs give out. The collar cinches tight around his neck, and the bit drives into the roof of his mouth, and the vampire gurgles and howls in anguish as his feet scuff the ground. No one comes to help.

In the end, they leave him there for three more days. His face is maimed beyond recognition, and the creature’s eyes go dull and flat, unseeing as it lists against the bit and the chains.

Its front is drenched in blood and saliva and bile, and the smell is rancid.

When the hunters finally cut the ropes and allow it to collapse onto the dirty floor, there’s no one home behind the vampire’s eyes. He screams raggedly at the change in position, but there is no further reaction. Then they haul him back out into the morning light, to be put back on display in the village square.

That feels like a mercy too, at first, hanging somewhere with no iron biting into his mouth. But then the sun crests the rosy-pink horizon, and the vampire remembers.

He can only sob and quiver as the passing villagers slow to watch the show, and the run rises, and everything is the same.

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[purplexflamingo]

Creature of the night- Chapter one

I don’t know if I am going to write out a big thing for this, but it was something I felt inspired to write out. Though I have not really written out a thing in along time. This is just some AU. I really like vampires. They are a fun concept.

 " Sir, if I could have a moment of your time." Toni rushed after her boss before he could finish locking up for the night. Swallowing her pride she hoped her efforts would help. Never being one to ask for hand outs at all, she was rather hard working. Once her boss halted in his tracks, he glanced back at the female. Almost as if he were annoyed just a tad, it had been a long day for them both. Taking it now as her opportunity- now or never. " You know I've been working here for two years now and I was wondering, is there anyway I could get a raise? I..I really could us it." Trailing off on her words as she noticed his expression, it was disheartening.

  She bit her bottom lip and felt her stomach sink. Sensing the mistake she possibly made" It does not work that way sweetheart, sorry." Without batting an eye he shut her off without explanations. Causing her to use the small ounce of confidence to beg a little. Even though using her family felt disgusting to her. " B-but sir, my brother has been sick and we've been really struggling to make rent. He's missed so much work we--" It was no use, his demeanor gave off enough to make her feel sick to her stomach. " I am sorry, that is all I can say. Now good night Toni." Huffing she pressed forward, using her shoulder to push open the front door. So pissed off she didn't realize how quickly she marched off and how forceful she was with the door. Caring less if he were to claim she was giving him attitude.

 Stepping outside the night breeze caressed her face and right then she felt her eyes swell. The building of stress began to wear her down, the constant begging of extra shifts from coworkers due to the lack of gigs. Not having a temporarily drummer to fill in for her brother made it impossible to even perform. Causing the Vexes to be on hold and lack of income taking a large toll. Tired of living on the awful side of town with numerous stories of break ins and much worse. Walking home was a bit dangerous. Due to the fact she did not have a car and couldn't drive she walked to and from work. It was a small distance after all. But for her own safety she carried a pocket knife. Mostly because her brother Anthony insists.

 Flinching when the street light burnt out. Placing a hand over her chest till her breathing died down, dread consumed her already. Mentally telling herself to just go, just walk, do not look back. Do not stop. Taking a deep breath, she already knew something felt off. 

Exhaling she began her walk home, listening to her surroundings. Unfortunately her heels clicked rather loudly against the cement, making her regret wearing them. Hues wandering and mostly searching for shadows that have been thrown off by the constant flicking of street lamps. Passing by several closed businesses, that closed earlier than the bar. It made her feel more at risk with all these dark buildings. If she had to guess it was possibly late after midnight now. Hence why the streets were dead silent. Most people have gone home, but sometimes she'd see drunks stumbling about. Strange how none were in sight, though she was ever so grateful not having to deal with them. Drunks were intimidating and their eyes, they were hard to read. She dealt with numerous angry ones at her job and it always left her feeling shaken up. It was always unpleasant.

   Lost in her thoughts she began to think and plan tomorrow. Counting her pay checks already and assuming how much she'd need left to reach her goal. Part of her was hoping to convince Marnie to pay a little more for rent, bracing herself for a possible fight over it. There was no way Anthony could pay all of his share. Marnie was hard to deal with in situations as such. Though now was not the time to lose her or else the band would crumble.

 Out of the corner of her eye a shadowy figure slid out of an alley way, making her nervous causing her to pick up her speed a bit. Which could be a mistake. Recalling how in this area that she had to pass through a few 'accident’ locations of mysterious deaths that had happened. She did not want to be prey. " Wait--!"  The voice called out after her, but she continued on not bothering to look back. But a flash flew by her stunning her, stumbling back on her heels, nearly falling back. Her eyes met with a glowing red pair, the color in her face began to drain. A monster? " Leave me alone..!" In a panic she barked at the other out of fear. " Toni- Toni it's me...!" Squinting through the darkness she could slowly make out the features and was in absolute disbelief. " P-paul? your eyes, are you ok?" Part of her also wanted to express how she felt about being startled like that. 

 It was mostly her fault as she failed to tune in with the world, she had a power that granted her the ability to hear ten times more than a mortal human. " I'll explain later, but I need to get you outta here!" His hand was cold to the touch, causing her to shiver as if the heat fled her body. Stumbling after him, she followed his lead, something pulling her in making her obey. As she tried to keep up with his speed she felt her calves tighten and strain. The after effects of being on your feel all day. Causing her to be thrown off and miss stepping. With a painful yelp, she sprang her ankle tumbling onto the ground. Losing her grip with Paul's hand in the process. It was hard to focus on anything else, the pain hurt so bad and her head pounded from the stress- and how tired she felt. 

  The hissing behind set her on alert and she realized the presenting danger now. A purple light shot over head, it was the black star beam. Knocking, whatever she heard, down. " We have to hurry..!" Returning to her Paul began to lift her into his arms with ease. Though he felt tense, it was strange. It was as if the contact sickened him or so she was picking up. Little did she know it was straining him and testing his resistance. He was able to disguise his feelings.

 Before she knew it they stood outside her building. The creature she heard was no where in sight, she was thankful she didn’t even glance back to look at it. As long as it was no where near her home everything would be alright. Eyes scanning the windows, searching for hers, seeing the lights were still off. Anthony must have gone to bed, she thought. Ascending the stairs Paul remained cautious, he seemed on edge. With the fact they were being stalked anyone would feel this way. Toni was just all around in shock, she had a hard time processing the current events. Other than picking up on his auras. A mixture of fear and confusion- protection and defense. 

 " Do you have your key?" He softly asked as he stood at her apartment door. " Oh I do, I think...I hope I did not drop it." Fishing around in her jacket pocket she pulled out a key ring. Containing four different keys. Calmly he took them from her and picked the one she instructed him to. Unlocking the door he seemed hesitant. " You can come in you know, Anthony doesn't mind you visiting besides he might be asleep. And Marnie is gone." Hearing her he then proceeded to enter. The front door leading into the living room/kitchen area. Setting her on the love seat, crouching down to proceed to remove her heels. " How is your ankle?" For a moment she forgot about the accident and she shook her head. " It's numb now, the blood must have rushed to it." This prompted silence from him, it was weird, he seemed so off.  Was it something she said? " Be straight with me, what is wrong? Don't sugar coat it, darling..." 

 Eyes attempting to meet with his, though he refused contact. " If you must know..I had a run in with some blokes. I thought they were tryin' to rob me after the show, but little did I know they weren't some mortals. They were a bunch of vampires. And well....one of them bite me. I got away before they could do worse..." Furrowing her brows she was really thrown off, vampires, they were fiction and Hollywood made up. Stories her brother would read or watch. They were real? Earth was a strange planet full of questionable creatures. " You're a vampire?"

 " ‘Fraid so...and I don't know what to do about it. I was gonna do some research and ask the guys for some help, but then I knew you were their next target. You were in their path, they either destroy everything they touch or turn them." Paul kept his distance especially with how he noticed Toni was responding. Needless to say he did not  want to risk anything. “ How did you know?” Parting her lips she curiously asked and he pointed to the star painted on his eye. It then connected with her. Not allowing her to say anything else he piped up. " Well shall we bandage up?" Rising to his feet he was more than willing to aid her. Heading towards her bathroom, he was familiar with her home. " Oh, wait, Paul please be quiet....Anthony is most likely sleeping, he is still sick." A part of her felt sick to her stomach remembering her rejection and her worry for him, it's been nearly a week with no signs of improvement. Negative thoughts followed as she imagined the worst in his situation. Because of how strong she felt she began to weep. She wanted to go check on him, but there was no way she could do it without causing herself more pain. Sniffling she wiped her eyes with her fingers, as her make up began to bleed. 

  Once he returned she forced herself to hide her emotions, for various reasons. He prepared the wrap inching close to her ankle, noticing how she flinched a little, he shifted his gaze towards her. " I promise I won't hurt you. I am not a monster." Those words alone were enough to get her to relax a little as he finished. " Oh I grabbed this ice pack to, it should help with swelling." Toni couldn't help, but stare in awe. Despite his transitioning he was the same old Paul. He behaved nothing like the creatures she heard of. " Thank you, really I.....Paul can you stay the night? I don't want you going back out there if they are roaming. What if they try to kill you?" Claiming the spot beside he, he didn't speak, it was as if he was looking for the right words. " Well, just for tonight. Because I have to get back with the guys...see if they can help me find a cure or something. I can't live like this." He did have a point, but Toni felt better in the agreement. “ I’ll call Angel in the morning and see if she can mend my ankle before work.” As the mood shifted Toni frantically tried to find something.

" Want to watch a movie?" To lighten the mood she suggested and Paul was delighted. Deeming it was safe to change the subject as he knew exactly what she was hiding from him, he accidentally gained access to her overwhelming thoughts. Normally resisting that, but he has a slip up every now and then. For a moment his eyes were on Anthony’s door before he glanced back at her. Wanting to help, but there was a limit to what he could do currently and he did not want to intrude too much. Unsure how she’d be if he offered any form of help. Paul did not want to watch them sink, it was upsetting and to see their flames burn out. Giving the benefit of doubt to Toni as she felt feeling hard than anyone else. Though when the positive happens she is a breath of fresh air and energy. Who chooses to suffer in silence.

 An hour passes and Toni mindlessly inched her self over to Paul as an attempt to cozy up. But coming in contact with his skin reminded her, muttering. "  You're so cold." Adjusting herself to share some of her blankets with him as if that’d help his case. " It's apart of the whole undead thing, babe. I can’t do anything about it." Admittedly after awhile the cold did not bother her especially as she was lost in the moment. Periodically glancing at him during the film and he of course noticed. Chuckling in response " What?". “ Nothing...I just want to look at you.” Lifting herself up, moving closer, she placed a kiss on his lips. Accepting it Paul watched her closely as he could pick up on her heart beat, so loudly, and scent of the living. Able to pin point the strongest tempting veings. Coiling her arms around his neck she gave him an embrace. Again he felt stiff and resistant, but he did not push her away. All that went through his mind were confliction and urges. Some part of darkness nagged at him to steal a bite, but his will power fought against it. He was not a blood sucker. Despite feeling his fangs grow an inch. Sooner than expect she fell asleep and he was able to detach her gently so, putting the blanket around her. Left sitting there for most of the night until he was able to rest. 

The sound burning and smell of smoke woke Toni instantly in a panic. “ Oh god!” Paul’s hand was beginning to caught flame and it startled him awake too. “ CLOSE THE CURTAINS!” A burst of energy coursed through her as she tried to get up. Anthony opened his door in confusion at the chaos. Toni remembered her injury and struggled to climb to her feet. “ An-anthony! Anthony please- close the curtains!” Gesturing towards the large windows he did as asked without a second thought. Using a pillow she put out the flame. “ The sunlight-- we should’ve covered the windows last night.” Panting she felt awful and took his hand into her own. Examining it along with Paul. “ I hope it doesn’t scar.”

“ What the fuck is going on?” Anthony interrupted. 

[magnesiaandlemonjuice]

Saturday 2 December 1826

7 20/60

11 1/2

In my salon at 7 55/60 - arranged my fire - finished dressing - at my desk at 8 27/60 - made out the summary of February 1826 the expenses of workmen and housekeeping - just going to breakfast at 10 20/60 when Mrs Barlow came to bring me some of Dr Tupper’s pills

good against the piles I said the other day I suffered a little as if in this way -

Breakfast at 10 1/2 - Mrs Barlow stayed with me till 11 55/60 then she went to my aunt and I got ready to go out - went out at 12 25/60 - took George with us - went to Gilbert’s, the butcher’s etc. and then à la Halle (this then rue Montesquieu Passage Vero-Dodat) and corn hall - bought bay laurel parsley Potatoes, navets de Fraeneuse and carrots and then sent George home - Mrs Barlow and I went to Nos 1 to 3 rue des Lombards and bought tea - thence along the rue d’Areis (where I bought a nice hare at 4/. off a man en passant - folded it up in paper at a baker’s shop and carried it to Quai Voltaire) over the pont neuf and got to Mrs Barlow’s at 2 1/2 - she a little tired - lay down on the bed and I stayed by her - both of us much splashed - the streets very dirty - above 1/4 hour brushing and making ours decent then at 3 55/60 took Jane to the Tuileries gardens - sauntered about then above 1/2 hour - parted with Mrs Barlow on the pont royal and got home at 4 3/4 -

she let me put my hand to her over her clothes but said if she let me do as I liked she should be in a fine state for she could not bear everything she said I must excuse her saying so but she thought if a had a little one meaning a penis what I emitted was not good enough to beget children it was too thin not glutinous enough to which I agreed she said my being occasionally unwell might make a difference to which I said yes I always deny havin been connected with [Pi - Mariana] or being seen naked by any but Mrs B she said I had put my fingers into my mouth after touching her and had sucked her talked of the impossibility of doing so to any one else she says she is very weak towards me she cannot help loving me she never seems to have enough of me but noone but herself would believe I loved her or why did I leave her she shed one or two tears but we improve in this respect and do not go on weeping as at first -

on getting home sent George for the hare - and settled my accounts which took me till 6 - Dinner at 6 1/4 - came to the salon at 7 3/4 - the porter’s wife could not come tonight so wrote the above of today, except the 1st line, which took me till 8 1/2 - Fine morning but windy and fine till just after I got home - I had no idea of its raining till I heard it loudly against the windows at 5 10/60 - rainy evening - good deal of rain fell during last night - the streets very dirty - wrote out the index from the 27th ultimo mense [previous month] up to tonight which took me till 9 10/60 - then read over this mornings Galignani’s messenger - just before 10 George brought up a note from Doctor Scudamore dated wimpole street November 27 - a very civil very friendly note - written in haste - enclosed in a packet to his brother in law Mr Newte who encloses his own and his wife in the note (Rue Grange Bateliere No 4) - Doctor Scudamore has never for a moment lost sight of my wish to know baron Cuvier and hopes he is putting me in the way very pleasingly by introducing me to Mr and Mrs Newte who know Madame Batoldi [Bartholdi] Cuvier’s niece ‘a beautiful and most agreeable woman’ to whom Doctor Scudamore has requested that I may be presented - hopes my aunt is better - begs leave to recommend his friend Doctor Latham no 8 rue de la Chaussée d’Antin and begs him to make his report to him Dr Scudamore - ‘in a letter of consultation - for the peculiarities of your aunt’s ‘constitution cannot meet the eye at 1st sight and indeed in my opinion require no small share of study. I wish that I was with you at Paris - when I might accompany you to the savants and pay my best attentions to your aunt - but this is a vain wish - excuse my extreme haste - dear madam yours sincerely C Scudamore’

this last part is enough for me to understand that he received my letter and cannot come here but the manner of his note betokens his feeling obliged by the manner in which I ansered his last epistle -

came to my room at 10 5/60 - wrote the last 14 lines which took me till 10 1/2 O [one dot, marking discharge] -

[Margin - (out of doors) F44o at 8 a.m. 47 3/4 - noon. 44 1/2 - 6 p.m. 43 1/2 - 10 5/60 -]

SH:7/ML/E/10/0025

[cockasinthebird]

congratulations on reaching 500 bb, you deserve it!! can i ask for prompts 7 and 115 please?

Dear anon, Thank you!!! And thank you for sending in prompts!!

7. “I want you now.”

and

115. “Come here.”

Not in this particular order, though, but still used quite well, and while I did actually struggle just a tiny bit with deciding which idea I should go for of the numerous ones that came forth, I’m still v satisfied!!! I’ll probably have to write the other ones at some point, but first! 

1.8k words, enjoy~

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“Harrington!” his voice carries over the roar of a dozen teenagers talking and gossiping throughout the cafeteria.

Everyone goes dead silent, staring at Billy, then they all whip their heads at Steve, who’s frozen with his teeth biting into a piece of meatloaf.

“Come here!” Billy shouts with his eyes burning holes into Steve.

Cautiously he turns to look at Billy, fists tight at his sides, brows pulled strong together in a stern stare.

“What did you do?” Nancy whispers to Steve, leaning across the table.

Jonathan sits next to her, honestly looking more scared than Steve himself. Everyone else looks almost excited, as if they’re waiting for a chance to see blood, the tension palpable in the air, thick and electric like a storm is brewing.

He doesn’t answer, simply drops his food on the tray and stands up, immediately causing a wave of not that hushed whispers.

Steve’s gonna get his ass kicked. Billy boutta tear Harrington a new one! Dead man walking.

It’s kinda hard to ignore. The ocean of students separate before him like he’s Moses as he walks through the crowd. They’re all laughing, snickering, jeering, as the old King Steve approaches the reigning Keg King.

Nice knowing ya, Steve. Good luck. Just give up now, it’ll hurt less. If I were you I’d run away.

But he doesn’t register any of it beyond simple background static, because the way Billy is staring, leering, is setting his soul aflame, triggering his fight or flight instinct, getting him a tad bit too excited.

“What the fuck do you think you’re doing?” Billy hisses at him, canines exposed through a scowl.

Steve frowns right back, crosses his arms. “I dunno, you tell me.” They’re standing so close that he can smell Billy’s cologne, feel his harsh breathing against his lips.

Billy looks away from Steve and over his shoulder, going from one peer’s curious gaze to another’s bloodthirsty one, then snarls, “What the FUCK are you all staring at?”

And at that they all scramble around, returning to their places, but it’s painfully obvious that they’re still paying attention, glancing over shoulders with perked ears.

A fist closes around the fabric of Steve’s expensive, short sleeved, open button down.

“Not here,” Billy whispers sharply, nostrils flared, a finger rubbing against the slightly exposed patch of chest hair Steve has to offer.

-

Steve gets pulled along by the shirt, out of the cafeteria, down the halls of Hawkins High, outside, underneath the bleachers, and isn’t released till Billy shoves him against the chain link fence that spans the outer borders of the football field.

Within a second Billy’s on him, lips meeting roughly with such a deep hunger it leans toward too much, but Steve follows his lead, moving fingers up to pull at the golden mullet, breathing ragged through his nose.

Billy’s thick fingers tear through the buttons of Steve’s shirt. He has been staring at him all day, the pale blue shirt having been opened just enough to expose the top of his chest, a hint of hair, and it is a fair move on Steve’s behalf, considering it’s at the start of summer and sweltering hot, nearing 90 degrees already. 

But Billy hates it, in a sense, as he could not focus all day, Steve’s pale skin just teasing him, daring him to stare, inviting him to touch. And perhaps it’s because he’s seen Steve fully naked, flushed, moaning beneath him, marked up in purple and red, that he can’t just go on about his day whenever Steve shows just a bit too much. Short shorts, tight jeans, crop tops, and unbuttoned shirts. It just flicks a switch now.

As he leans away from their brutish kissing, he stares at the patch of hair now fully on display, then catches Steve grinning like the cat that ate the canary. 

“You wore this shirt on purpose, didn’t you?” barely an actual question as Billy runs his fingers through Steve’s dark, rather soft, chest hair.

“I did,” he responds, sounding a bit more winded than Billy. 

“You know what it does to me,” another clear statement.

“I do-” Steve starts with a sensuous chuckle, but winces an interruption as Billy tugs on a few strands of hair. “Ah-h, asshole.”

But they both laugh at that, humoured by Steve’s obvious teasing and insinuation that follows wearing this shirt, unspoken but still heard. Billy leans in, doesn’t kiss Steve even as he opens up with wanton; his need to taste Billy again palpable.

“God,” Billy growls out hot, and Steve eats it right up, squirms a bit under the hand flat on his pecs. “I want you, now.”

“Hmmm…” Steve hums as if he’s actually contemplating something, as if it wasn’t his plan from the start of his morning to end up like this. “How?”

-

Billy spreads his legs out on the backseat of the camaro, not that there’s a lot of space to do so, but enough for Steve to kneel there, balanced precariously on the edge of the bench, as he kisses Billy; a bit softer now but no less passionate.

As Steve makes his way down, across the jaw that tastes of aftershave, the neck that smells of cologne, the chest that beats like a drum, Billy thunks his head against the window, gazing at the tree tops surrounding them where they’re parked in the forest.

Wet, eager, pliant lips follow right behind where Steve’s fingers undoes the buttons of Billy’s dark fuchsia shirt, tongue out to taste the summer on his skin. When he reaches the border of jeans and pulls at the belt, Billy looks down at him to run a hand through his hair.

Brown eyes shoot up, dark and amber, filled with lust, desire and a certain tenderness they haven’t addressed yet. Which Billy doesn’t really want to, just in case it would ruin everything, because he doesn’t believe he can trust his own heart with such a delicate matter, with such a pretty boy.

Steve raises himself to kiss Billy, pushing his tongue in to curl them together, sweet and wet and dear, before he pulls off by an inch with a complacent smile.

“You were really convincing back there,” he laughs quietly, unhooking the belt.

“Oh yeah?” Billy chuckles back. He’s got one arm resting across the backseat, the other up to grab at the headrest for the driver's seat.

“Yeah, had me worried for a moment.” A button pops free and the zipper runs loudly.

“Good, ah-” Billy bites back a moan as Steve’s warm and slightly sweaty hand reaches into his trunks. “Wanted to- fuh-ck- wanted to sell it, make it believable.”

He gasps and groans as Steve works his hand along Billy’s full erection, staring down at those soft, pale fingers squeezing around him.

“Shit Stevie…”

Steve chuckles warmly, smiling as wide as he can go, eyes lidded and heavy with a heated gaze at how Billy becomes breathless by his touch. He scoots down the seating, lying down as much as he can, legs bent into the air, as he faces the girthy cock that throbs in his grasp.

Looks up through lashes to watch how Billy bites into his lower lip, brows pinched together with anticipation as Steve pulls his dick free from its reins. Feels a gentle hand petting his hair when he skims his lips across the burning skin, runs his tongue from the base up to just under the head, following the curve of it with the tip of his tongue.

The hand in his hair is heavy, comforting, pleading, and Steve opens his mouth wide, smears the droplet of pre against his flat tongue, then sinks down on Billy’s cock, stretching his lips around the thickness of it.

Instinctively Billy bucks his hips up, making Steve gag loudly - but he doesn’t pull off, just makes a slightly annoyed sound as he adjusts to the intrusion prodding at the back of his throat.

“Fuck! Fuck, sorry Steve, you just- ah- yes-” at least he tries to apologize, but the way Steve has the head of his leaking prick rubbing against the palate of his mouth makes it a real struggle not to thrust into that gorgeous, slippery heat.

“Mmh, arrh, look so pretty with your lips wrapped around my cock like that, baby,” Billy moans out as Steve starts bobbing his head; fingers tugging on his hair to set the right pace.

Steve says something, not meant to be heard, rather for it to vibrate off of his tongue and through Billy’s steely erection, making him leak worse, groan louder, as Steve swallows around the head.

"God, fuck- you suck dick so so good, harrh- ahh-" 

With both hands in his hair now, Steve moves faster, rolls and twists his tongue, pressing against the bulging veins, swipes against the weeping slit before daring to push his way down to nuzzle his nose against Billy's crotch. 

"F-faster," Billy begs as nicely as he can, voice on edge and rough. 

And Steve's happy to oblige; let's himself be controlled by Billy's eager lust, fists lifting him up till only the head of the thick cock is inside of Steve's mouth, then gently but with intent thrusts back in. 

It's sloppy and obscene as he fucks into Steve's throat, throbbing erection drenched in spit, drool running down Steve's chin as he relaxes. 

"Yeah, fuck, I'm-I'm so-" Billy trails off with a loud groan, thighs tensing, head hitting the window as he throws back, shoving Steve fully onto his dick as he cums, a lot, warm and salty and overflowing almost. 

Steve swallows the best he can around Billy's cock, like he's sucking on a lollipop, hollowing his cheeks, working the muscles in his throat to milk Billy dry. 

As Billy gasps for air, chest heaving, prick softening up real quick, Steve pulls off and licks his lips all satisfied, earning himself a breathless laugh from the other. 

He makes a bit of a show of it, really letting his tongue slide from one corner to another, mouth wide open, crawling further up to then kiss against Billy's lips with an all too happy smile. 

"You're incredible," Billy hums with appreciation and something close to adoration, his fingers brushing through Steve's thick hair, caressing him and soothing where he's been yanking and pulling on dark locks. 

"I try," Steve chuckles.

"Your turn now." And Billy starts pushing Steve away, looking down at the bulge in his jeans, clear as day. 

But Steve shakes his head and catches Billy's hand as it initiates a dive for hard flesh. 

"Later. Pick me up after school and I'll let you fuck me blind here in the backseat," Steve purrs directly into Billy's ear, then removes himself entirely to climb back into the passenger seat. 

[themalhambird]

Sir Thomas returned from London without either Maria or Julia and looking almost as haggard and fatigued as he had when he had returned from Antigua- only considerably paler. He at once went to greet the rest of his family- what remained of his family- was gladdened to see his younger son and two nieces – soothed for a moment by the weight of his Lady in his arms- suppressed his disdain for Mrs Norris and her entreaties after “dear Mrs— Maria?” till the bitterness of it all seemed to mar it all- “and Tom?” Sir Thomas enquired, looking around and not seeing his eldest, and fighting against the alarm clawing at his chest. Lady Bertram’s letters had painted a picture of his son’s being in a very bad way- and his absence from this already sadly contracted group caused Sir Thomas to fear-

        “Fanny and I took my brother up to bed not above a half hour ago,” Edmund said, the absence of any alarm from him allowing Sir Thomas to regain some measure of calm. “He was anxious to be here to receive you, sir, but he has not long been back out of bedrest and Doctor Harris’ orders being for him not to overtax himself, we thought it better…”

        “Indeed, he was sat waiting here with us,” Lady Bertram agreed placidly as her younger son trailed off. “But he was so pale and grew so anxious wondering why you did not come, it seemed much better that he go and lie down. But I do think, my dear Sir Thomas,” she added, with a degree of animation that he had not seen in his wife for quite some while. “I do think that you ought to go up to him as soon as you may, for he really was very anxious about your coming.” 

      Sir Thomas favoured his lady with a smile and took her hands to kiss. “I will go now, my dear,” Sir Thomas said, “and put his mind at ease.” His own mind, too: that the shock of his daughters’ behaviour should cause their oldest brother’s condition to grow worse again was not wholly surprising, but given the danger which Tom had been in before, which Sir Thomas and Edmund had kept from Tom’s mother, her alarm over his subsequent condition, which she had kept him informed of near-daily while he was in Town, had bred in Sir Thomas the fear that once again their son’s condition might be worse than she had been told. That he had received no word from either Edmund or Mrs Norris begging his return on Tom’s account had not been much comfort: Edmund had not long been returned to Mansfield himself, and Sir Thomas had absolutely no faith remaining that Mrs Norris knew nor had ever knew how to do what was best for her nephews and nieces. He left the sitting room, therefore, not long after he had entered it. Tired from his journey, longing for tea or something stronger, he nevertheless ignored Edmund’s reassurance that Tom would not mind if his father rested a while first, was likely asleep again even now, and went upstairs. He had been lax in his parental duty of care for far too long already and see what the result had been! Two daughters who must now be dead to him and a son who had come fearfully close to death! Sir Thomas climbed the stairs and trod the corridor down to Tom’s bedroom with a heavy heart. He had not, he realised suddenly, been to Tom’s bedroom since the day it had become Tom’s bedroom- the boys having grown too old to really share a space amiably- and while Sir Thomas was realistic enough to know that poking his head around his eldest son’s door now and then to give him some praise for doing right, or some harder censure for doing wrong that Tom might have merited but never really received, probably would not have forestalled the unhappy circumstances  his son was now in he could hardly suppose that it would have hurt, either. He reached Tom’s bedroom.

        He raised his hand to knock lightly on the door, but the sound of muffled weeping stalled him for a moment before urging him forward unannounced. It was dark in Tom’s room: the curtains were drawn and no candles lit. But between the candles in the hall- with the door open- and the low fire burning in the hearth, there was light enough for Sir Thomas to see his eldest lying on his side, face turned and pressed into a pillow, his shoulders shaking with the small sobs that were still audible despite Tom’s attempts. “Tom?” his father exclaimed, alarmed. “Tom!” he hurried across to the bed as Tom’s sobs caught. Tom discarded the pillow  and dashed at his face with a look of dismay as he saw Sir Thomas.

        “Father-“ he began as he tried to push himself up, and then promptly burst in to noisier, harsher tears as Sir Thomas sat on the edge of the bed. Tom lay back down, angling himself so that he lay as close as possible to his father’s lap- without quite daring to rest his head in it, or to reach out for the embrace he so desperately wanted. Sir Thomas first laid the back of his hand gently on his son’s cheek and finding it not especially warmer than it ought to have been, moved his hand to rest in the sweaty tangle of his son’s hair. “Father,” Tom choked out again, and continued to sob.

       Sir Thomas sat with him and said nothing, trusting that when Tom had it all out of his system, he would be able to pull himself together and say whatever it was that he needed to. At length, Tom grew calmer. He sniffed and started scrabbling under his pillow with one hand. Sir Thomas presented him with his own handkerchief wordlessly and Tom took it without saying anything, struggling to push himself upright before wiping his face, blowing his nose loudly, folding the handkerchief, and wiping his face again. His hands fell back into his lap, twisting the handkerchief as he stared down at it. “Have something to drink, Tom,”  his father said gently, pouring a glass from jug at the side of Tom’s bed and handing it to him, watching intensely in case Tom needed assistance as he had done when he had first been brought home. Tom was fine, however, to manage on his own. He took small sips, his face sometimes creasing as though he were going to start crying again, but before too long the glass was empty and Tom seemed to be in possession of himself again. He handed the glass back to Sir Thomas, and for the first time since the foolishness with the theatre, properly looked his father in the eye. It seemed to Sir Thomas that Tom rather had to force himself to hold his father’s gaze: Tom quivered with an odd tension and a miserable blush spread across his face. His expression was one of deep shame that seemed to reflect how Sir Thomas himself felt. “Father, I am sorry!” Tom blurted out and dropped his gaze at once. His shoulders heaved and he pulled the handkerchief taut between his hands. “This is all my fault,” he said, much more softly. “If I had not- if I had paid better attention…and I could tell Rushworth was an idiot right from the off, and I ought to have known that Maria could never love someone that deeply stupid, and as for –“ he twisted the handkerchief around his thumbs. “What of Maria?” He did not ask it as his Aunt had done, as though he expected Maria to appear in the house at any moment, their own again as though somehow untainted by what she had done. He sounded almost afraid- although what he had to be afraid of where Maria was concerned, Sir Thomas could not quite tell. If he had asked after Julia…

         “I still do not know where Mrs Rushworth and Henry Crawford have gone.” Sir Thomas informed him, pushing the thought of Yates to one side for the moment. “And regardless of what happens hereafter, Mrs Rushworth will not be welcomed at Mansfield Park, by any of us.”

        “But-“ Tom’s gaze darted back up to his father’s, and he swallowed at the flint behind his father’s eyes. He had always found Sir Thomas’ face to be unyielding and unloving- it was only now, in the absence of any hint of tenderness or forgiveness towards Maria, that Tom really understood what unyielding and unloving might look like on his father’s face. “I- I know Maria has been- I know what she did was wrong, I know that, but sir-“

         “Maria cannot come back from this-“

         “She hasn’t behaved any worse than I have!”

         A heavy silence fell over the room.

         Sir Thomas drew back, rising up to stand by Tom’s bed rather than sit on it, and Tom shrunk in on himself, staring down the bed to the lump under his covers where his feet were. “Edmund’s living,” Tom began, swallowed, and fell silent.

          “Your debts,” Sir Thomas said gravely. “Your extravagance- the gaming and drinking-“ he stopped, clasped his hands behind his back, and considered how he meant to go on.

             “Robbery,” Tom said, almost mutinously. “That is how you phrased it, Sir- I robbed Edmund, and you and mother- and you were right, even if I did not see it at the time. And if it had not been you I took the money from- if it had been a stranger, then it would have been a heavy theft indeed, and I would hang for it and  I would deserve to hang for it-“

             “Thomas-“

              “Who has Maria wronged?” Tom exclaimed. “Really? Herself, her husband, Fanny- what she did was immoral, to be sure, but hardly more so than—” he broke off in a fit of coughing, the sound hollow and rasping and Sir Thomas reached back to him, pushing at his shoulders.

              “Lie back!” he urged. “Try to calm yourself, Tom.”  Tom submitted to his father’s direction and pressed his handkerchief close to his mouth as he continued to cough and shake. “Your vices,” Sir Thomas said quietly, once the fit seemed to have passed, “Have been no more or less what other disreputable, idle young men’s vices have been. Your sister, on the other hand- both your sisters, which brings me to a point that I am sorry to raise with you whilst you are in this state, but I am afraid I must-“

             “Yates isn’t such a bad fellow,” Tom whispers. “I know you dislike him, sir, and he can be a little too- well, Yates like but he does love her, sir, and he will try to do what is right by her.”

            Sir Thomas knitted his eyebrows together. “He has told you this?” he demanded. “Spoke to you, written to you?”

           Tom looked away. Sir Thomas closed his hand around his son’s wrist and squeezed. “Tom!” he demanded.

          “Yates sent a line or two to me he must have sent just as he left London,” Tom admitted, sounding somewhat sullen and nothing like the contrite, sorry man he had been sobbing over Maria mere moments ago. Sir Thomas’s grip on him tightened. “It contained no information or assurances that you had not received already in the letter my sister left you, except for a few particulars involving myself which. Edmund read the letter to me. And then he burned it. You may apply  to him for the details, if you wish, but I would rather you did not. Only believe me when I say that Yates would not run the risk of running off with a girl he did not honestly really like. ” Tom closed his eyes and exhaled. “Edmund must be the only one who has not disappointed you,” he muttered. “We always felt it, you know- Maria, Julia, and I. Edmund was the one you could most be proud of, most like.”

       “I was proud of all of you.” Sir Thomas whispered, turning cold and hot and cold again as mortification washed over him and grief rose up his throat. He swallowed around it, and blinked back tears. “I loved- I love- all of you.” He slid his hand down from Tom’s wrist, and laced his son’s fingers with his own, raising Tom’s hand to his lips and kissing it gently. “I have not been proud of your lifestyle, lately, I must admit,” he said, striving to keep chastisement out of his tone. “But you did well enough in Antigua, or else I should not have let you out of my sight again so soon-“

      “I behaved well in Antigua so you would let me out of your sight-“

      “You have kept your word, regarding gaming,” Sir Thomas pressed on, determinedly ignoring his son’s confession. “You can change if you wish, Tom and I think, now, that you have had this time to reflect- as dangerous as this illness has been for you and as much as I wish, from the bottom of my heart, it had never come about…” Sir Thomas smiled, somewhat sadly. Tom had turned his face back to the pillows, but nonetheless Sir Thomas felt that he was listening intently. “Perhaps I should have been harder on you were you were younger, and less set in your ways,” he continued. “But I have been absent often, and blind to things I ought not to have been, and as much as I might have frowned upon some of your exuberance, I must confess that some part of me relished your lively nature. It reminded me of your mother, you see.”

       That got a reaction: Tom whipped his head back around and stared at his father with the utmost incredulity. Sir Thomas’ smile became a little more genuinely happy. “Yes, your mother used to be a lively, spirited young woman,” he said, “That was what attracted me to her, you know, and in a lot of ways you were- are- very much like she was then.”

        “And Edmund is like you,” Tom muttered, sinking back down, and looking miserable again. “It is so easy, for you two, neither of you ever misstep.”

        Sir Thomas withheld a sigh and refrained from pointing out that he had just admitted several calamitous missteps to his son. Nor did he add that to some his marrying Miss Maria Ward, with her small- in relative terms- fortune and, as it had turned out, her lack of inclination toward either curiosity or activity- might have been a misstep. He had loved Miss Maria Ward, and he loved Lady Bertram because of it, and as he had already said  he loved Tom in part because Tom reminded him of how Lady Bertram had once been. “It is not easy,” he said instead. “It requires effort, and some measure of thought and of sacrifice.” He pursed his lips. It came to his attention that he was still holding Tom’s glass; he stood up, poured himself a measure, and downed it in one. “You should get some rest,” he said softly. “Your brother seemed to think you had grown fatigued and Doctor Harris said you should not over tax yourself.”

       Tom shifted, drawing the blankets higher around himself. “What about Maria?” he insisted stubbornly. “Will you offer he any assistance, at all, or will you just- just cast her off, now that you are without a doubt that she has had sexual relations she ought not to have-“

    Sir Thomas rounds on him, frowning again and putting the glass down. “Thomas, what is worrying you?” he demands. “I flatter myself that I am not so wholly alien to my children that I cannot tell when they are worried- or dare I say frightened? And your concern for Mrs Rushworth, whilst touching, seems a great deal more pronounced now than it ever has been for your sister; I do not recall that the pair of you have ever been especially close.” He stepped back up to the bed and, after a moment’s hesitation, sat down again. Tom’s hands had vanished under the covers when he drew the blankets up so Sir Thomas rested a hand on his upper arm instead. “I went to London to try and shield Maria from any folly or harm, not to cast her off,” he reminded Tom. “If…Julia, and her husband, if he has become her husband, come to me for my blessing, I will not withhold it- though the request may come far later than it ought to have.” Sir Thomas paused. He licked his lips, opened his mouth to speak and then closed it again. Tom said nothing and turned his head away, staring past his father and down to the floor. “Tom, look at me.” Sir Thomas ordered. “Look at me, Tom.” Only at the second command did Tom do as he was told, and he could not meet his father’s gaze. “You draw parallels between yourself and Maria,” Sir Thomas said. “Your distress over my disdain for her actions seem to come from- from the- the physical aspect of- which is to say-“ he broke off, unsure of how to phrase it and, feeling his cheeks grow warmer, abandoned the effort altogether. He knew- he thought he knew- Tom’s concern- his way of speaking about Yates’ letter- but he did not know how to broach the subject, nor did he really want to, except that his child was in distress and Sir Thomas could not bare to leave him in it. “Have you,” he hedged, attempting to begin afresh. “Have you – perhaps- acted as Crawford- engaged in a flirtation or a dalliance with a woman you ought not to- a married woman, or one you couldn’t or else had no intention of marrying?” Tom said nothing, but the slightly sardonic smirk that crossed his features for a moment answered Sir Thomas’ part of Sir Thomas’ question for him, and the faintly sickened look that replaced the smirk and the way Tom averted his gaze once more and flinched beneath Sir Thomas’ touch answered the rest. Sir Thomas closed his eyes briefly and nodded to himself. “You are twenty-eight,” he said softly, “and I have never seen you so much as glance appreciatively at a woman, nor have I ever known or heard a report of a flirtation between you and any young lady. Your intimate friendships are all with other young men- most peoples’ more intimate friendships are with people of their own sex, granted, but I have long suspected that yours may be more- ah, intimate than-“

           “Yes.”

             Sir Thomas blinked. “Yes?”

            “Yes, I am an invert. That is what you are asking, is it not?”

            “Tom-“

            “You must despise me,” Tom said, his voice sounding dangerously close to breaking back down in to sobs again. “You hate Maria and you must hate me- adultery and sodomy, the two sins of-“

         “Thomas Bertram,  I do not hate Maria and I certainly do not hate you!” Sir Thomas said sharply. Tom flinched, and tried to pull further away, but Sir Thomas clung on to him. “I do not hate Maria,” Sir Thomas repeated more softly. “I hate what she has done, and I hate the situation she has put herself and all of us in, I hate that scandal has fallen down upon us because of her actions, and I hate that is she is now lost to us forever, but I do not hate her. And as for you- your- situation-“ Sir Thomas paused delicately. “As I say, I have suspected for some time now. Do not distress yourself with it or worry that I will discover the truth and disown you- as long as you are sensible then no harm can come of it.” He paused. Tom did not look especially reassured, but he looked a little less ill. “I do not suppose,” Sir Thomas said after a while, and coughed. “I know that, er, sometimes, some men might have an inclination for both-“

            “I don’t,” Tom interrupted morosely. He sounded very firm on that point, and Sir Thomas thought it better not to push. After all, Tom ought to know, and Sir Thomas did not wish to dwell on the subject any longer than necessary. “Yates, but not me.” Tom added, and Sir Thomas held up his hand to forestall any more detail. It was bad enough to think of that foppish young man as his youngest daughter’s husband without also finding himself forced to think of him as the flirt- perhaps the lover- of his eldest son.

          “I love you,” he repeated in lieu of anything else really to say. The tiredness caused by his journey washed over him again all at once, and Sir Thomas was suddenly aware of the emptiness of his stomach. “I am very glad to see you better than you were.” His hand hovers awkwardly on Tom’s forearm. A part of him wants to pull the boy to him, embrace him, but he does not know if Tom would welcome such a gesture.

          “I am sorry,” Tom mumbled quietly. One hand crept out from beneath the covers and reached tentatively for Sir Thomas’ own hand. Sir Thomas took hold of it and squeezed gently. “Edmund’s living- and the expenses, and the theatre-“

            “I know you are,” Sir Thomas said softly. “I know you are, Tom, do not worry about it anymore.” He ran his thumb over Tom’s fingers. “I need to go and wash, and have supper- do you feel up to coming back down, or do you want to stay here and try and get some sleep?”

             “I do not want to deal with Aunt Norris,” Tom muttered, “She really is the most frightful woman, Sir, I do not know how Fanny ever withstood her.”  Sir Thomas stifled  the smile he felt arise from Tom’s observation, but equally bit down the reproof he felt he ought to issue at Tom’s lack of respect towards his mother’s sister. It would be a hypocrisy, he realized, given that he had for some while now been forming similar opinions of the woman.

      “Stay here and rest, then,” he told his son instead. “Do you need anything sent up?”

        “No sir, thank you; my brother promised to bring some broth or such up for me in a little while, if I was still awake.”

         Sir Thomas nodded. “Very well then,” he said. “I will see you in the morning, no doubt- and I would appreciate, Tom, if you are feeling up to it, perhaps a line or two to your friend Yates intimating that I am quite resigned to Julia’s eloping with him and will receive them both, as the best way of mitigating further scandal?”

          “If Edmund brings a pen and letter paper up with the broth, I can do it tonight, sir,” Tom says. “Or- I can write to people who might have his direction, I – that is, if I knew exactly where they were, I would not conceal it from you.”

          Sir Thomas nods. “I will tell him,” he said. He bent down and pressed his lips to Tom’s curls in a kiss. “Get some rest until then, Tom.”

          Tom sighed, not unhappily, and his eyes drifted shut. Sir Thomas gave him another, brief kiss and withdrew, striding silently for the door. As he stepped back into the hall and reached for the handle to pull the door to, however, he turned back to his son. “I will support Maria,” he said quietly, “As far as delicacy will allow. I will not through her off completely- and I will protect her as far as I may. And I will protect you, you have my word on it.”

         Tom’s eyes drift open, and he meets his father’s gaze quite calmly this time. “Thank you, sir,” he says. Sir Thomas smiles at him and shuts the bedroom door.

[lady-o-ren]

Underneath The Elder Tree

Chapter One

Part Two

Below a sky of thunderclouds and the ceaseless tide of  rain and wind, was the cabin beneath the swaying pines and sycamore that the Fraser's called home.

Behind it's shuttered windows, Willie had been quick to start a fire, stoking the flames to a roaring blaze that freckled his face and hands with ash. But even as the sparks of fire danced like sprites in the hearth, he was gripped to the bone with worry that the fire was still too small, the room still too chilled, for Claire lost in sleep. 

The woesome lass he found in the forest hadn't surrendered her desperate hold of his father, forcing him to sit with her in his armchair where the two of them were wrapped together beneath a heavy patched quilt. Yet still she trembled, even as he gathered her closer to the unfailing warmth of his chest, where his heart begged hers to keep to the beat of his.

Over the fire a kettle began to whistle, and Willie jumped from his little wooden stool by the hearth to pour the bubbling water to a waiting pewter cup already prepared with a sachet of herbs to steep. He then propped himself on his elbows over the tabletop, peering into the steaming brew beginning to color and bloom with a fragrance so sharp it had him scrunching his nose and spitting his tongue out in distaste. 

It was a far cry from the feast he'd promised Claire, but his father assured him it would heal what festered black in her blood (he had gone very quiet when Willie told him of the elder berries).

Taking another dubious whiff convinced him the horrible smell alone would wake her. 

After readying the drink with a thoughtful dollop of honey (then another heaping two), Willie tempered it with cool puffs of breath as he carefully brought it to his father.

Jamie gently patted Claire's dirt-smudged cheek to rouse her, grimacing at how his fingers dipped into her skin, stretched thin and delicate as lace. She shuddered beneath his barest touch, groaning and clenching her long lashes in drowsy defiance that reminded him of Willie when forced to rise early in the morning.

But never had his son's eyes been bruised with such dire fatigue like hers. Nor had his flesh ever been threatened with a beating, never bloodied. Never -

He cleared his throat twisting tight as his wame, imagining what cruelty had befallen this woman and stroked her cheek with the gentlest touch.

"I ken ye're feeling ill, lass. Rather be lost to yer dreams than awaken amongst strangers. But ye must try to drink a bit of tea for what's ailing ye, then maybe a bowl of broth and bread if ye can stomach it after. Even a nip of my whisky if ye like." The corner of his mouth lifted slightly, thumbing away a long errant lock from her face. "Come now, Claire, ye've made it this far." 

For a moment all that was heard was the rain falling on the roof and the crackle and snap of the logs in the hearth succumbing to the burning heat of the flames. Then her lips slowly parted as though to speak, the furrow in her brow deepening, but what came was a shaky gasp of incoherence that choked into a sob.

"A nighean," Jamie hushed into the dark dishevelment of her curls, as he rocked her gently like a bairn, smoothed his hand down the bony knobs of her back, while she cowered against his shoulder, grasping hard to the breast of his sark. "Tha thu beò, tha thu slàn. . ." But only the raw and rasping wail of her heart between them echoed back.

The elder Fraser then looked from Claire to Willie hearing his son's distress and reached a freehand to cup his bowed, teary face, and promised him too all would be well.

//

Having soothed Claire's cries with the lulling will of his voice, Jamie tried once more to coax her to drink, pressing the pewter cup gingerly to her mouth as a soundless prayer left his. Her response this time was immediate. Slowly sipping the warm liquid to its final amber drop that spilled down the length of her throat. By the second dose her trembling had finally begun to ease, but still her mind was clouded, her flesh too wearied to rise.

"Another cup for her, Da?" Willie loudly yawned, hunched elbows to knees where he dutifully sat to keep watch of the flame and Claire.

Jamie shook his head, looking proudly at his son.

"Ye've done enough for yer lass t'night, mo mhac. To bed wi' ye while ye can still stand."

"I dinna need tae sleep," Willie glared, hooking his feet around the stubby legs of his stool in protest. . . Then cracked into a yawn so wide Jamie could see the red waggle in the back of his throat. 

"Mebbe a little," he admitted sheepishly, rubbing his smudged palms across his face and through his hair. A gesture inherited from his father. "But I ought tae see Claire through the night till she wakes and sees me and kens she's safe."

Jamie lifted a ruddy brow in question. "And she'll think otherwise if ye're no' hoverin' above her like a wee bee?" 

"Weel," he drawled, tilting his head to one side. "What'll happen if Claire wakes tae yer face, Da? She didna like it before. She took tae her knife and fainted." 

Jamie hesitated to reply. He hadn't forgotten the way those unnatural eyes of hers bore straight to the mad beating of his heart, still aching tender for her beneath the strain of his ribs. But looking down at her now - the gentle rise and fall of curls nestled in the surety of his arms, almost innocent to behold  - his only concern was what tormented her enough to weep.

"I canna say till she stirs," he said at last. "But at the very least she has no blade in her hands nor the strength or reason for violence. But if ye canna keep yer eyes open and fall heid first to the fire, what good will ye be to her then?"

The boy frowned.

"None sae much," Willie mumbled flatly, his legs now dangling, watching them tap defeatedly against the floor.

"There's still the morrow," Jamie reminded him. "And by then she'll wake wi' a pink to her cheeks and gratitude on her lips for the young lad who showed more kindness than most men twice his age."

Willie blushed shyly from beneath the ruffled fray atop his head, glowing like a firefly from the light of the flames. "Ye really think she will, Da?"

"Aye, I'm mighty proud of ye too as yer mam above surely is. But dinna make a habit of talking to strangers ye happen upon in the woods." He touched his jaw, grizzled red. "I'm no' ready to go grey just yet." 

Beaming brighter than firelight, Willie hopped to his father to bid him goodnight then leaned close to Claire on tip-toes and whispered sweetly to her ear, "Be ye faerie or other, please dinna bite da's face or gut him in the gullet or curse him tae misfortune or - "

"Willie!" 

"And a g'night tae ye, Claire!" Willie hurriedly said, and scampered off to bed, almost tripping when called to wash as well, and muttered a very quiet "Damn" as he shut his bedroom door.

Jamie chuckled quietly and sank further to his chair, legs stretching out long and straight, the movement causing the small hand still at his chest to dig past sark, straight to skin. 

"Di' ye no' hear the wee lad, faerie woman?" He said jokingly through the wincing clench of his teeth, and curved his large hand easily around hers, gently urging her fingers to loosen. 

"I'm no' going anywhere. I ken I'm under yer keeping, tis the way of yer kind, aye?"

To his murmurings Claire sighed warmly with content and softly nuzzled his neck that glowed red up across his cheekbones, brightly at his nose tickled from her hair, while her grasp became a harmless caress of his fingers, twining them with hers.

"Weel then. . ." Jamie croaked, clearing the sudden tightness seizing the muscles of his throat and settled himself for a very long and sleepless night. 

But as the shadows reached further across the cabin walls from the slowly dwindling fire, Jamie began to doze off, his weight drooping heavily on top of Claire that had her squirming, swiping clumsily at his chest. 

Drifting sluggishly to consciousness.

Jamie jostled awake and palmed her cheek, thinking she was in the wicked throes of a nightmare. But it was when he spoke her name that she finally opened her bleary eyes that all at once flared like whisky gone aflame as they landed on him. 

Willie had been right.

Like a rabid beast she raised her hand to strike at the strange face before her, but he caught her wrist and pressed it firmly against her chest in restraint.

"I mean ye nay harm," he tried to assure her. "I -"

But the woman was too panicked to listen as she struggled mightily in his grasp and when a strike of rising thunder slashed through the sky, she found her voice, hoarsely demanding, 

"Let. Me. Go." 

And to her surprise he did. 

Claire scrambled off his lap but her legs buckled uselessly beneath her, pulsating with pins and needles as she dragged herself towards the hearth.

"Lass, please -" 

Hearing the creak in the wood of his approach, she raised her arm like a shield in front of herself, hand clenched to a fist, ready for savagery. But when she felt no pain upon her, Claire peeked over her forearm and saw Jamie knelt on the floor an arms length away, meeting her shrieking gaze with the utmost gentleness of his.

So very blue and boundless, brilliant as the summer sky.

And a mirror image to that stubborn small boy who offered her his helping hand.

Her fear waned for a skittering heartbeat, enough to gather breath.

"Y-You're Willie's father." 

"James Fraser," he uttered kindly, then tipped his head to the door closed at her right. "And the wee lad will be verra mad wi' joy to see ye when he wakes."

She felt a wave of warmth thinking of the sweet boy but then her memory clawed back in force.

"You wanted to drive a hatchet through me." 

His body tensed, taken aback. "It was raised in warning for the sake of my son as you raised yer dagger to me first. Aimed right for my gullet as I recall."

Lower than that. 

"Then why bring me here?" Her voice cut low, edged with suspicion. "Why not leave me where I was?"

"You have to ask?" 

“I do.”

Jamie could see her throat bob. She was shivering terribly again despite her proximity to the hearth and twisting, twisting, the fabric of her ruined dress almost sheer as gossamer. 

All that was left of her clothing. . .

He averted his gaze and grabbed the quilt that had tumbled to the floor, holding it out for Claire to take. But she stared warily at the offering, then back at Jamie, and made no move to take it.

"Ye need no' be scairt of me, Claire," Jamie implored, laying the quilt in the precarious gap between them. "The lad and I have only done our best to care for ye, to keep ye well and safe. I've given ye naught but drink to drown the berries ye ate and thawed ye like I would a lamb. Nothing more, I promise ye."

Claire fastened her scrutiny on the great breadth of the man in front of her basked in gleaming firelight. He was so much larger than herself and more than capable of breaking her arm with absolute ease if she dared reach for the iron poker she had glanced behind her, long and lethal as any blade. Yet there was nothing threatening in his manner that she could detect, nor the wickedness of deceit in his words. 

He spoke only truth.

She loosened the air held in her lungs and tentatively reached for the quilt. 

"I believe your word," she said, albeit cautiously.

"But ye dinna trust me entirely just yet. And until then that poker ye've set yer eyes on may just strike me betwixt my own, aye?" 

Claire's mouth twitched, as she wrapped herself in the soft fabric, finding an unexpected comfort in the threads stitched with the scent of woodsmoke and faintly of musk.

"As long as you keep to where you are and let me take leave I won't have to."

Jamie gaped at her as if she'd grown a third eye.

"Are ye mad woman? The rain will carry ye off yer feet, if no' the wind, and thin as you are it will take naught but two steps."

God above must've been on his side for the wind lashed hard against the shutters and the wind began to howl like a famished pack of wolves, making her skin break out in gooseflesh and her bottom lip quiver before she bit her teeth to it.

"I willna have my son finding ye deid a foot from our doorstep and that's final whether ye like it or no'."

"I don't like it at all," she spat. "I can take care of myself."

He huffed dryly and shook his head.

"And ye've done a braw job of it, lass. Traveling so late in the year wi' barely a stitch of cloth to ye. I'm surprised ye've managed this far in these mountains wi'out the beasts snapping at yer feet."

Illuminated by the licking flames of the hearthfire, Claire held the fury of the thunderclouds in her eyes that made Jamie both flinch and wonder if she were of a human soul or made from the vengeance of the earth and wind, maybe even the heavens above.

Yet the pout of her chin gave him the befuddling impulse to caress the dimpled skin there with his thumb.

"I managed fair, more than fair until I lost my way." She swallowed, hands clenched, rebuking the memory. "Now all my belongings are at the belly of a river. What I have on me is all that's left."

"I'm sorry," said Jamie quietly, not so much for her lost belongings but for whatever damning force had torn her dress. Had her fists at the ready. Where the tips of her fingers were splotched with elderberry juice that only the very wretched would dare to eat.

Seeing his glance, Claire was quick to ball her hands beneath the folds of the quilt, away from his sight.

"But I meant what I said,'' he continued.' I canna have ye out there, weak as ye are. But if ye willna do it for your own sake I ask ye to do so for Willie."

For the first time he saw a shining tenderness flash in her eyes as she contemplated her decision, a glimpse of what earned his son's devotion. Felt it pull at him from deep within too. 

"Alright," she reluctantly agreed, quiet as a whisper.

"Good," Jamie sighed with relief, and passed a hand over his tired face. It had been too long a day.

"Then I'll bother ye no' more t'night, though I canna guarantee Willie willna be asking more of ye come dawn. Ye can have my room for the time being - to yerself," he emphasized, seeing her scandalized face. "With nae bother. I promise ye that." 

"You needn't trouble yourself with me. Here by the hearth will be fine," she said, as she stretched the tail end of the quilt out along the floor.

"Wee as he is, Willie will have my heid if finds ye on the floor and I wouldna care much for myself either. Ye have a place here wi' us until the storm passes," he paused, looking up at the ceiling as a crack of lightning bellowed above. "Which may verra well keep on into the morrow and even then. . ."

He glanced once more over her ragged person making her fidget where she sat.

"Mr. Fraser, I will accept your kindness if it'll keep you from looking at me with such pity."

"I wouldna dare to,” he said with a hint of a smile beneath his dark ginger beard. “ Ye're still in arms reach of the poker."

To his surprise and utter delight she let out a small breath of a laugh, making her shoulders relax as she combed her tangled curls from her face.

"And it's Jamie," he continued. "And I'm verra happy ye've admitted defeat." 

He then raised himself slowly from the ground with a loud pop to his knees that made him groan.

"Well, you Fraser men don't make it easy. Both of you are fairly stubborn." 

"My folk are worse than mules I'm afraid. No reasoning wi' us, even when we're in the grave." 

Her smile grew and so did Jamie's quickly mounting with fondness.

"I've never met a mule before but I have the blood of one, I'm told."

"Then I imagine we'll get along terribly well then, Sassenach." He then reached down for her hand and she stared at it with complete uncertainty and flicked her gaze to his.

"Is that an insult?"

He grinned and gestured with his chin at his open hand, urging her to take it. "It means a strange lass in a land not her own. Seems fitting, don't ye think?"

How right he was.

She was no woman of the mountain, Jamie was sure of that. Maybe she really was a faerie woman like Willie hoped she was. Or something even more marvelous.

But that was a question for another day.