#we kept my door closed to keep the heat in the kitchen and living room

[galwaygremlin]

it’s the first “cold” day in houston and it hasn’t bothered me because this feels like september in buffalo but i did just get my nice clean blankets out of the dryer and put them on my bed and it is TOASTY and i am LOVING IT

[partycatty]

Do you write for other characters like bi han or tomas?

i do! i'm just mentally ill over johnny LOL

lin kuei trio > caught

the boys can't keep their eyes off of you! what're you gonna do about it?!

warnings: idk nothing much tbh, i guess a little nsfw at the end of smoke's part but nothing crazy, controversial bi-han take? kuai favoritism <3 & google translate

notes: pretend that bi-han's betrayal doesn't happen for his part. i rewrote this twice bc i kept accidentally clicking on notifs and forgetting to save. third time's the charm :3 also pls admire that i specifically made gifs of each man making eye contact w you teehee

masterlist <3

♡

bi-han >

•let me preface this by saying i heavily disagree with the headcanons of most of his fics. this man is ASS at verbalizing affection, and probably wants a trad wife to serve him. he won't call you "princess" or "doll," and PDA is not his strong suit. he'll love you of course, he just wouldn't show it with flowers and cuddles.

•that being said, all he could do was eye you down as you opened the front door, coming face to face with him, his brother kuai liang, and the fire god liu kang. your jaw opened and closed rapidly, trying to make sense of the two ninjas and man with glowing eyes.

•"uhh, there's no hunky ninja-themed bachelorette party here tonight," you say, raising an eyebrow. "try two houses down. lord knows they're a couple of freaks—" before you could close the door on them, bi-han reaches forward and sticks his foot in the door. liu kang, the primary voice of reason and supposed leader of the situation, asks to enter your home. you don't feel like you're in a position to decline.

•kuai liang wanders your living room, tracing his finger across your shelves and leaning in to inspect your paintings. liu kang stands in front of you, giving you the whole "earthrealm, fire god, tournament, chosen one" spiel, we all know how it goes. but you're struggling to focus, struggling pretty hard actually, because bi-han is literally standing like a statue at your kitchen island a few feet away, his icy glare seemingly stabbing through your skull. perhaps he's just intimidating you into an agreement. it works.

•you really hope that bi-han's staring ends there, but you are a damn fool.

•you train alongside the other recruited earthrealmers, taking a short break when you see a now-familiar trio stroll through the training grounds. yellow, grey... and blue. and even though their destination seems well past your location, bi-han literally could not tear his eyes away from you as you sat under the tree as you try to relieve yourself of the ruthless heat of the sun. he drinks in your damp form, and the way your hair sticks sweetly to your forehead. that is, until kuai liang gives him an obvious playful jab to his side, making bi-han snap forward and continue to lead his brothers, not before shooting him a nasty look. icy frost is noticeable on his fists as he clenches them.

•are you losing your mind? why the hell is the grandmaster of the lin kuei eating you alive with his eyes alone? you try to confide in your earthrealm partners, but raiden shrugs, kenshi's at a loss for words, and kung lao and johnny just laugh boisterously at your oblivious nature.

•finally, you're accompanying the lin kuei trio as they wait for instruction from liu kang regarding the soul stealing beacons. smoke and scorpion sit on the bench while sub-zero paces endlessly. each time he faces your way, he locks eyes with you. what is this guy's deal? it literally looks like he wants to skin you alive.

•kung lao and raiden permit them to enter liu kang's meeting room, and bi-han immediately struts off with a noticeable tinge of pink on his face. as the other two follow, you stop and grab kuai liang's shoulder gently, making him face you with surprised eyes.

•"pardon my hindrance, scorpion," you say with a quick bow. "but your grandmaster has been eyeing me down since as long as i've known him. is... is there something i did? something he is displeased with? i find it quite unnerving."

•kuai liang's face freezes, and then very clearly fights a shit-eating smirk. it's not typical for him to be as amused as he is now, but how could he resist when he could literally see what was going on? he chuckles for a moment.

•"bi-han thinks you'd make a good wife," kuai liang replies, a smile tugging at his lips. "please forgive his harsh expression. he couldn't shake it if he tried."

•with that, bi-han's younger brother turns on his heel and enters the mission debrief, leaving you beet red and suddenly completely understanding the signs after the fact.

•when the trio returns successful, you stop noticing his eye contact, because you're too embarrassed to even glance in his general direction. doesn't stop him, though.

♡

smoke >

•you were an initiate of the shirai ryu following its formation. disgusted by the betrayal of your former grandmaster, tomas and kuai liang beckoned you to carry on a new oath in a new chapter of the close-knit clan. you had not seen them much prior to this, but they didn't think to question your dedication.

•since reforming the clan and being given a higher position rather than a lowly grunt, your uniform changed. the once all-black, full-body uniform became something you could design. you opted for something a little more... breathable. think mk11 mileena.

•shut up i know ninja uniforms are like that for a reason just bear with me

•you decide to debut said outfit at a meeting over tea, strutting in and taking your seat with grace. tomas nearly chokes on his damn tea, a single puff of smoke shooting from his lips as he coughs. he wishes he had his mask on right about now, so he could conceal his reddening cheeks. you, his brother, and harumi look at him with partially perplexed, partially amused glances before moving on, hoping to save smoke from the embarrassment of being confronted.

•every time you leaned forward to point at the map centered on the table, tomas's eyes were glued to you. this poor man doesn't know what to do with himself when you're just so pretty! taking a gentle sip of your tea as kuai liang asks tomas about the new recruit, that hasashi boy, you glance up past the cup and realize tomas is quite literally giving you heart eyes, completely entranced. you chuckle to yourself. it is quite cute when he looks at you like that, lips parted and eyes gentle.

•"grandmaster," you say calmly, turning toward the pyromancer. "it seems your second-in-command missed your question. would you mind repeating yourself?" as you ask, tomas seemingly snaps out of it and tries to conceal his devious thoughts, putting his palm over his mouth and leaning on his elbow on the table.

•kuai liang groans to himself before repeating the question, one that tomas answers quickly and a little anxiously. he flashes you a sheepish smile. harumi giggles and look at the two of you knowingly.

•a long evening of training kicked your ass, and you decided you deserved a good rest in the nearby hot springs. fully confirming you're alone in the moonlight, you strip of your uniform and dip into the hot water. your tense muscles unravel at the warmth and you let out a pleased moan at the relief. the water reaches just above your breasts and you're about to lean your head back and close your eyes, letting the comfort of the water encapsulate you.

•that is, until you see a faint trail of smoke creep out from behind you and dip into the water around you. you smile knowingly, not even bothering to turn around.

•"tomas," you say, a hint of playful displeasure in your tone. "for a ninja, your stealth skills are starting to fall apart."

•your trained ears hear him freeze completely and let out a little gasp. tomas slips out a curse in his native language. now it's time to toy with your food.

•still in the water, you spin around and prop yourself up against the ledge of the hot springs, looking up at him seductively. tomas breaks from his deer in headlights pose and faces you, looking down and trying so incredibly hard to remain focused on your eyes, but it's just so hard when your breasts are right—

•"i've seen the way you look at me," you confess in a sultry voice. "i'm not a blind fool. it's incessant."

•"i-i didn't think you were," tomas stammers out, crouching down to be more eye level with you. "i meant no offense, you're just so... so—"

•"none taken," you chuckle, tilting your head. "were you going to be a peeping tom, or join me, then?"

♡

kuai liang >

•since being recruited for earthrealm's part in the tournament, kuai liang has paid more visits than probably necessary to run into you during your months of training.

•he'd be all like "omg heeeey what are youuuu doing hereeee" knowing damn well of your schedule (i'm lying i'm just in love with this yummy little s'more).

•though he would get into the habit of taking late night strolls around the wu shi academy to clear his mind. it was happenstance that you enjoyed the same habit.

•this man is huge and hunky, giving you comfort and safety as you navigate the moonlit paths of the land. he finds you to be a sweet conversation partner, carrying yourself with elegance and kindness that perfectly compliments his humble, noble spirit. you speak of a passion to fight for what is right, so focused on speaking and gesturing that you don't even realize kuai liang is staring down at you with utmost admiration. his heart warms (more than usual) at what a catch you are — for the tournament...!

•"tell me, scorpion," you speak up, looking up at him with eyes that could melt. "are you the only of your family to harness the power of fire?"

•"it is a long running ability in my family," kuai liang replies, confidently but with a gentle tone. "the methods in which we harness this power are a well-kept secret."

•"even so, scorpions don't burn," you reply quickly with an amused tone, grinning up at the man. you realize he was already looking down at you with a mirrored smile. "what makes you a scorpion?"

•"my strength and sting," he says as if he were reading a script. then again, he's probably been asked this hundreds of times. his brothers were icy sub-zero and hazy smoke, his name didn't exactly fit the narrative.

•as you part your lips to continue your conversation, a gust of wind makes you shiver and you let out a little gasp, instinctively wrapping your arms around yourself. kuai remains unfazed but takes note of your chilliness.

•"are you alright, xiǎo huǒhuā?" he asks with a hint of uncharacteristic concern. your face warms momentarily at the nickname, only to be reminded of the bitter cold with another gust of wind. it wasn't the first time he said that unfamiliar phrase, but you just never thought to ask about it. reflecting on it now, you're realizing it's a pet name. you rub your arms.

•"just... cold," you reply with a trembling lip. "times like these i wish i had your power." for the first time in a while, kuai liang breaks his gaze from you and looks down at his hands, debating whether or not to speak up. he didn't want to push any boundaries with you, as he genuinely enjoyed your presence. still, he decided he's only got one shot.

•"it's a power i'm willing to share," he replies lowly, sticking his hands out palms-up. you look up at him, hesitant about his offer. another gust of wind, harsher this time, pushes on your back and pulls you toward him. you catch yourself on his hands. they're so warm and inviting. they're not necessarily soft, but they feel comforting and... god, so warm. as you sigh with relief, you look up again and realize that, just like every time beforehand, kuai liang was looking down at you with a soft smile. he was just always warm as a pyromancer, heat creeping through his skin no matter the weather.

•you two had successfully broken the barrier of touch, and you continue to walk down the path. kuai holds both of your hands in one of his, the other wrapped around your shoulder and rubbing up and down your arm to keep you from being too chilly. it's a sweet embrace, one that neither of you want to fully unpack yet, but it's a step nonetheless.

•"why is it that every time i look at you, you're already looking at me?" you ask quietly, enamored by his embrace. kuai tenses up momentarily, feeling a little sheepish at the direct confrontation. he soon relaxes after finding the right words.

•"because you're beautiful, xiǎo huǒhuā," he replies gently, squeezing your arm and hands tenderly.

•"what does that word mean?" you ask, face flushed and entire body no longer concerned over the cold.

•"...little spark."

•and so, you two continue to walk down the path in the moonlight, now in his comforting, toasty embrace.

[thewriterwhowritesnot]

To Have and To Hold

Warnings: Yandere!Aliucard, SMUT, creampie (wrap it before you tap it my dudes this is FICTION! Kids cost money), slight degradation, a little bit of fluff. A/N: Yall, please don't judge me. I had a hell of a rough time writing this out because I had to take a break every three minutes to BREATHE lol. I hope the smut is okay. I'm not ready to be that explicit just yet. I hope y'all like this. This is another 2k words and is not proofread. If you want to be in the taglist just lmk! Summary: You travel to Dracula's Castle to help the owner get the place registered as a historical landmark and enter into an overwhelming relationship with Alucard.

Masterlist Chap 1.

Chapter Two

 The next morning you awake to an old chest half your size in the middle of your room. On top of it, there’s a note.         “ I was informed this morning that your bag was lost in transit and they’re unable to locate it. I took the liberty of getting you some clothes to wear while you’re here. I hope they fit you and if they don’t we can make adjustments. 

A. “

A bit bummed at the loss of your clothes, you open the chest and immediately forget about what small things you packed in your bag. The first piece of clothing was a soft pink sundress with white flowers on it. The Queen Anne neckline was lined with white lace and you loved it instantly. Setting it aside to wear it for the day. There were multiple sets of silk pajamas. Pretty nightgowns and fluffy slippers and beautiful shoes (that were all your size). You giggled like a child in the long mirror against the wall, swaying this way and that. 

Granted, in your job description you wore clothes that kept your skin safe from poisonous spiders, cobwebs, and splinters. But the knowledge that Adrian had picked these out to lend you made butterflies spring to life in your belly and you couldn’t resist thinking of what he’d think of you in them. 

Deciding to bathe before you start your day, you enter the bathroom and examine the large tub and new shower head. The place was spotless and smelled of lemon. You turned on the faucet and allowed the hot water of the shower to steam up the room before getting in. Being too tired to shower the night before you basked in the warmth of the hot water washing the days of travel off your skin. 

However, your peace was short-lived because a rush of cold air cut across your skin beckoning a wave of gooseflesh. There were no vents or holes near the shower so you shut the water off and peered out of the shower curtain. The bathroom door was open and you struggled to remember if you’d closed it or not. Surely, you would’ve closed it to keep the heat in, right? 

         Stepping out of the shower you wrap yourself in a towel and enter the room to find nothing amiss. 

Strange. 

You searched the chest for the round container of lotion you’d spotted when you were rummaging through it earlier. After getting dressed, you leave your room, notepad in hand, and find your way to the kitchen. 

Marguerite is there and quickly introduces herself and offers you a full breakfast. Shamefully, you find yourself very pleased with the fact that she’s an older woman. Much too old to be romantically involved with your host. Her grey hair is pulled back into one bun, pulled away from her round face which is free of wrinkles. Her eyes are almost catlike which would appear almost frightening if not for their warm disposition and the childish curve of her features. She looks incredibly young and old at the same time. You watch as she pours you both a cup of tea and puts exactly four sugars into your tea. 

“How is your room?” Her voice is warm much like her eyes. Hoping she hadn’t noticed your staring, you mix your oatmeal in an innocuous figure eight. “It’s lovely. Everything is perfect and the bed is quite comfortable.” 

Marguerite hums with approval. “Wonderful. I put everything to right myself. The little prince would have nothing less.” Baffled, you turn to face her. 

“Little prince?” 

Marguerite’s warm eyes all but twinkle in the morning light. She sips her tea once before getting to her feet. “I’ve got some small tasks to finish before the morning ends. Once you’re done eating, you may leave your dishes in the sink. I’ll tend to them.” She doesn’t wait for your answer before she leaves, cup in hand.

Curious but too excited to think about it for too long you hastily finish your breakfast. Now, you have a system. Always begin at the first room you entered when you’re exploring a new place. It’s crucial to start in a familiar place so that each new discovery is easier to document and keep track of. Following this system leads you to head to the foyer. The room looked much the same as it had when you’d first arrived except for the streams of light that were pouring in from all directions. You’d missed the windows behind the humongous curtains that covered them the night before. Some of the windows were stained glass and you took a moment to examine them.

Each picture showed a man with dark hair in battle, covered in the blood of his enemies, and returning to the gothic castle you now stood in. 

“A bit grotesque, is it not?”         You jump and whirl around to find Adrian standing behind you much as he had the first time you met. “Have mercy! You’ve got to stop doing that!” His eyebrows draw together as he laughs lightly. Today his hair is in a messy braid down his back. The button-down white shirt he wears is tucked into the sleek black pants that sway over his sandy brown boots. “My apologies, my dear. I didn’t mean to frighten you.” His eyes travel from your face down your body and back up again causing those butterflies to flutter up to your heart. Fingers knotted in the dress you wore, your eyes scanned the room nervously. “Thank you for the clothes and the other things. They’re beautiful.” 

“I’m glad you like them. Does everything fit well?”         “Scarily well,” you joke. “I would’ve thought these clothes had been made for me with how perfectly they fit.” His jaw tensed slightly. Confused once again, you opt to examine the stained glass. You hear him inhale slowly.

“I’m told there’s a book in the library that describes the stories in these windows. Would you like to help me search for it?” 

The doors of the library are large. Just as large as the front doors. He pushes them open with ease and leads you into a room full of one of the largest collections of books you’ve ever seen. There are books on every surface. Lining the walls and stacked spaces all over the tables and desks. It was overwhelmingly massive and you took it all in wonder.         “The place is a mess and I haven’t hired anyone to help me organize it all just yet. It’s such a large collection.” 

“Can I help?” The words come out louder than you expect and you can’t see the smile on his lips as he pulls open the heavy curtains of the room. “If it’s not too much for you. I know you’ve only come here to stay a week. Are you sure you’ve got enough time for this?” 

Already eyeing a ruby-red book covered in dust, you nod vigorously. “I’ve got plenty of time. I’m the youngest historian of my group and I’m pretty sure my boss let me go on this trip because he figured it would keep me busy and out of the way of their more important jobs. Jokes on them though, this place is immaculate! I could write a million books about the architecture alone.” You glance over to see him leaning against a table watching you intently. “That is..if you would consent to that.” 

He sits motionless for a moment before shrugging. “I don’t see why not.” Grinning, you begin sorting through the books nearest to you. Several of them are in languages you’ve never seen and you examine them thoroughly. Organizing this library would not be easy but you were reluctant to think about giving yourself a time limit anyway. Judging by the size of this room alone, there was no way you’d be able to sort through it in a month let alone a week. The next three days, you focused on your task while pondering the idea of staying a little longer. 

During this time, you and Adrian had entered a rhythm. You’d wake up in the morning, he’d meet you in the kitchen and you walk together to the library. You’d spent hours in there reading over ancient stories of witches and vampires. All of them fill you with delight. 

You had become accustomed to Adrian being near you throughout this time. Relishing every moment, his skin brushed yours or he leaned over you to read whatever book you wanted to show him. It was on a late night almost identical to the others that Adrian had left without a word and reappeared with a tray with two cups and hot chocolate. 

“You didn’t have to bring me anything.” You replied after many thanks. He shook his pretty head. “Nonsense. After all you’ve done to help me, I won’t hesitate to do whatever I can for you.” He set a smoking cup in front of you before sliding into the chair closest to yours and sipping from his own cup. You watched him as he took a drink and you absentmindedly did the same. The scalding hot liquid bit at the skin of your bottom lip and tongue. You yelped. 

“Shit!” Adrian grasped your chin in one hand and sat your hot mug to the side.

“It’s smoking hot, Y/N. You can’t just inhale it that way.” He all but whispered as his callused thumb gently rubbed your bottom lip. 

“You did.” You mumble. His frown deepened and you watched his face as you impulsively let your tongue slide over the tip of his thumb. His breath caught in his throat. Less than a second later, he slid his thumb into your mouth and you wrapped your lips around it without a second thought. His pupils dilated as he tilted his head, lips parted. You tasted the cocoa on his skin and sighed breathily. 

Quickly, he moved his hand from your chin and pressed his lips to yours. Tilting your head, you leaned into him as he pulled you to his chest and slid his hands down your throat and shoulders. Past your arms and around your waist. Your arms find their way around his neck as you let him slide his tongue between your lips. The sound of your heartbeat and the noises you couldn’t help but make filled your ears. 

Just when you think you might have to lean back for air he breaks the kiss and presses his lips all over your face. Without a word, he lifts you by your waist and you wrap your legs around him quickly. He kisses you again, rougher this time. You don’t know how and nor do you care but soon your back is against the soft cushion of your bed and Adrian is leaving a trail of kisses down your neck and over your collarbones. 

After a moment, he rises and looks into your eyes. You can tell he’s searching for something but is unsure how to ask. The apprehension and obvious vulnerability tug on your heart and you place your hands on either side of his face. You nod, not waiting for him to ask. “Please.” You whisper. He closes his eyes and kisses you again before leaning back on his knees and pulling his shirt above his head from the hem up. You gasp when you see the long scar across his chest. It’s faded greatly, but the outline is still there and you sit up a little to drag your fingers across it. “What happened?” 

He looks to the right. “It was a long time ago.” He said nothing else and you didn’t press him. Gingerly, you pressed your lips to his chest and he shuttered against your lips. Like he’d never been touched there before. In a rush, he slid his hand through your hair held the back of your skull, and kissed you deeply. It was easier for him to undress and explore you without fear now. Eyes on yours, he pulled your panties from around your hips and slid them off. You giggled as he slid his cool fingertips between your knees and slowly spread them. 

You held your breath as his eyes roamed over your body. “So pretty.” He breathed and you whimpered as his hands slid down your thighs and over your pelvic bone. He kissed the bare skin of your shoulder, your knuckles, your thigh, your ankle. He inhaled your scent and you sighed with each touch. His fingertips found their way to the apex of your thighs and slid between your glistening lips. A shuttered moan falls from your lips and he chuckles. He kisses your temple while rubbing slow circles around your clit. 

Your eyes are squeezed shut as you teeter closer and closer to your orgasm. Without warning, he speeds up the movement, sucking the skin of your neck between his teeth sending shivers down your spine as your hips move against his hand of their own accord. In a burst of feeling you tip over the edge. A sharp shriek escapes your lips and it feels like forever before the shocks of pleasure end. As soon as it stops, you huff impatiently. It certainly wasn’t enough to make the heat of your skin cool down and the way he continued to caress your skin was only making it worse. 

He slid between your thighs and lined himself up with your entrance. “Are you ready?” He whispered in your ears. “Yes.” You reply quickly and he laughs at your eagerness. Then he gently presses the head of his cock into you. Both of you moan in unison. The air in the room thickens as he graciously waits for you to adjust to the intrusion. Slowly he edges himself all the way inside of you to the hilt and you fight to breathe. You had guessed he could fill you up but you hadn’t imagined it would feel like this. Your legs were still vibrating with the aftershocks of your first orgasm and you kiss his shoulder before telling him you’re ready for him to move. And that he does. 

Forehead to yours, he pulls his hips away from yours, leaving just the tip inside you before surging forward. The wind is knocked out of you and you squeeze your eyes shut as sounds you’ve never made before push out of your belly and mingle with his own. You lose yourself in the pressure and the rhythm as his hands bring your wrists together above your head. He holds them there with one hand and uses the other to pull your right thigh up higher on his hips. This allows him to reach deeper inside you and your back arches. 

Breath uneven, you raise your hips to meet his thrusts as your second orgasm oh so slowly gets closer and closer. Unable to see and barely able to hear, you beg him. “P-please. Please. Please.” You chant like a sinner praying for salvation. He presses his lips to your ear. 

“Please what?” 

You whimper. 

“Use your words.” He laughs against your skin as he leaves little bite indents on your forearms. The sound of your wetness echoes throughout the room, egging you on in the most obscene manner. All but screaming, you beg him to let you come. He murmurs “Good girl” in your ear and releases your wrists. He brings both of your knees up even higher and your hands grip his biceps as he plows into you. Almost instantly, your body tightens. Your eyes roll as your orgasm finally hits you, causing every part of your body to shake. This time you scream as he presses his hips into yours a few more times before stilling inside you. You watch as he closes his eyes and your name falls from his lips as he comes inside of you. 

Adrian lets your legs slip from his grip and lays down on you. The room is quiet save from the sound of your breathing. You can feel his heart beating against yours and you wrap your arms around him. Hand in his hair, you press your lips to his temple much like he’d done yours and he sighs into you. A smile dances across your lips as you hold him to you. 

“You’re so perfect.” He whispers. “I was going to say the same thing about you.” You reply. He exhales heavily and places a kiss on the inside of your elbow before getting up and entering your bathroom. You hear the faucet water turn on as he hums a song you’ve never heard before. He returns a moment later with a warm cloth and wipes your skin so gently that you feel your heart swell inside your chest. He continues to hum and the sound of his voice lulls you into a dreamless sleep.

Taglist: @hoppershoe. @c-crow-chatters

[astro-ellie]

im actually pulling out my hair because of the abby & ellie being sisters fanfic, I NEED TO KNOW WHAT HAPPENS???

abby has you wrapped around her finger.

you had sneaked into the living room a few hours before sunrise, luckily ellie and dina were both fast asleep still. you felt exhausted, but trying to sleep seemed impossible. instead, you tossed and turned on your side of the couch until you could hear the morning birds outside the big living room window.

ellie woke up before dina did. you could see the way she carefully slipped out of dina's arms before sitting up, stretching her arms before letting out a yawn. when she saw that you were awake, she blushed for a second, realising that you must have seen the way she was cuddled up to your dear friend on the couch.

the blush disappeared quickly though when ellie took a look at you and muttered "well, you look like shit." scoffing at her bluntness, typically ellie, you decided to keep quiet. because what could you say? sorry, haven't slept 'cause your sister kept me occupied half the night and then i couldn't stop thinking about her for the other half.

you'd rather not get attacked with a pillow this early in the morning. or even worse, have ellie stomp over to abby's room and create some kind of scene.

you would not want to be in the same house as her when she sees the bruises on abby's neck.

it doesn't take too long for dina to wake up as well, and before she can drop a comment similar to ellie, you quickly say "had trouble sleeping" while waving your hand dismissively. the way dina gives you a knowing smile takes you by surprise, but there's no time to question it as ellie is already heading towards the kitchen.

following her, you're filled with memories of the previous night. meeting abby in the kitchen felt like an answer to your prayer. it seemed to be impossible to get her to yourself, without the interference of ellie, without making it too obvious you were trying to get her alone.

her confident attitude made you weak in the knees, and when the word "good" had slipped past her lips you were sure you'd be melting into a puddle on the floor any minute.

maybe you should have been more embarrassed at how easy it was for abby to make you putty in her arms, but it's difficult to feel embarrassed when all you can think about is how good she made you feel last night. it's really hard to feel embarrassed when all you can think about is how she took you to her bedroom.

when you sit down to eat breakfast with the girls, you're completely zoned out. ellie doesn't pay you any mind however, busy rambling on to dina about the latest issue of that science magazine she's always reading.

sipping on the glass of juice in silence, it's almost as if you're back in abby's room again. you can almost feel her hand around your wrist again as you reminisce how she pulled you towards her bedroom door.

"what?" abby's soft voice had pulled you out of your thoughts. "nothing, i just- it's exactly like i expected it to be." giving her a small smile, abby's lips pulling into her signature smirk.

"you've been imagining how my bedroom looks?" her tone was teasing, but that had not stopped your cheeks from heating up. standing awkwardly in the opening of the room, the way abby had sat down on the edge of her bed and slightly spread her legs had made your heart quicken in your chest.

"why don't you close the door and come over here? thought we could have a little chat..." and the look in her eyes, the way she had looked you up and down as if she was ready to eat you, made it clear that she wasn't actually planning on just talking. so with that, you had closed the door behind you and made your way over to her.

"are you even listening?" ellie's raspy voice breaks you out of your trance, and it's only now you realise that both she and dina are done with their breakfast. "you gotta' hurry up, jesse is picking us up soon."

"yeah, yeah. i'll finish this quickly." stuffing your face with the food in front of you, you don't pay any mind to the sound of a door further down the hall opening. it's not until you hear the familiar voice of abby, greeting ellie with a "hey loser", that you look up.

at first, ellie only grunts something in response. when abby turns around, milk jug in hand, she truly gets her little sister's attention.

"hey, what's that on your neck?"

[section-chief-prentiss]

black and blue

Summary: After an argument with your boyfriend that turned violent, you find sanctuary with Emily.

Pairing: Emily Prentiss/Reader

Word Count: 1,087

TWs: mentions of abusive relationship

Ao3

You paused outside the door you swore you wouldn’t come to, but you didn’t have anywhere else to go. You told yourself that she might not even be home anyway as you raised your hand to knock twice.

“Just a minute,” she chimed from inside.

The sound of her voice sent a chill down your spine. You couldn’t do this; you didn’t know why you thought you could. 

Spinning on a heel, you only had time to take two steps away before the door flew open behind you.

“Y/N/?” she asked. “What are you doing here?”

You pivoted toward the door, keeping your hair nonchalantly covering your right eye. “This was a mistake; I’m sorry. I didn’t mean to waste your time…”

You started to turn away again when she spoke up. “Hey, wait. You’re not wasting my time; why don’t you come inside?”

You hesitated, taking her in. Her dark hair hung just past her shoulders, her bangs cut in a neat line across her forehead. She wore a simple red T-shirt and black slacks. Behind her, Sergio darted from one room to another. 

You knew better than to think you could change her mind, so you caved.

“Thanks, Emily.”

She gestured toward her apartment, and you brushed past her on my way inside, sending goosebumps down your arms. 

“Can I get you something to drink? I was just about to have some wine.”

“Wine sounds great,” you replied, keeping your gaze away from her.

“Coming right up. Make yourself comfortable.”

You ducked into the living room and plopped yourself on the dark sofa while she made her way to the kitchen.

“Red or white?” She called.

“Whatever you’re having!”

“White it is,” she chuckled. “Ice?”

“Sure.” You would’ve taken anything at this point.

You rubbed your temples as if that would make the pain lessen. 

“Here we are,” she said over your shoulder. You jumped at the sound of her voice—you hadn’t heard her enter.

“Sorry, didn’t mean to scare you,” she said, holding out the wine.

Carefully angling yourself just enough to see the wine without revealing anything, you grabbed the glass and took a gulp.

“That’s perfect, thank you.”

You set the glass on a coaster on the coffee table and started fiddling with your hands.

She set her glass down near yours and sat to your right.

“What’s going on?”

Heat rushed to your face. “It’s silly; I shouldn’t have—”

“If you say ‘wasted your time’ again, Y/N, I will dump this wine over your head.”

You threw your head back in a laugh but realized your mistake too late. Emily’s eyes widened as she took in the already darkening bruise around your right eye. 

Her expression turned cold in an instant. 

“What is that?” she asked, her voice quiet with rage.

You swallowed. “It’s no–nothing—”

“I knew it,” she growled. “I’ll kill him.” 

She reached for the drawer in her coffee table where she kept her glock; you were among the few who knew its location. 

You closed the drawer and placed your hand on top of hers.

“Please don’t. Don’t go. I can’t be alone right now,” your voice broke on the last word.  

Her dark eyes flickered from you to the drawer for a long moment. When she finally nodded, you blew out a breath of relief. 

“Come here,” she said, and you buried yourself in her arms. 

“You’re shaking,” she remarked, and you didn’t realize that you had been until she’d said it.

“I wouldn’t have come, but I didn’t have anywhere else to go.”

Emily pulled away but held both of your hands in hers. “You will always have a place here.”

You blew out a shaky breath. “I broke up with him.”

“Good,” Emily squeezed your hands. “He’ll never lay a hand on you again; I’ll make sure of it.”

You slumped, the exhaustion finally hitting you now that your fight-or-flight response was wearing off. “I was in such a hurry to leave that I only grabbed my purse. I don’t have clothes; I don’t have anywhere to live now…” 

“Don’t worry about any of that. You’re staying here for as long as you need. What’s mine is yours.”

Guilt pierced through you. “Are you sure?”

Emily rolled her eyes, a soft smile pulling at her lips. “I wouldn’t offer if I wasn’t sure. Come with me.”

She led you into her bedroom, not letting go of your hand until she had to. When she released you to dig through her dresser for a pair of pajamas, you already missed her comforting touch. 

As you shed your clothes—an outfit you’d loved once but now weren’t sure you could ever wear again—Emily ducked into the kitchen, and you heard her clanging around.

You paused in front of the mirror to appraise yourself. Emily had given you her Dartmouth t-shirt and a pair of Soffe shorts. You pulled the shirt up to your nose and took a deep breath—it smelled like Emily, which filled you with warmth.

You took a step closer to look at the bruise that was already forming—splotches of purple and red blossoming around your eye. You cringed away from your appearance, nausea rolling through you.

“Here,” Emily said gently so as not to scare you.

You turned to find her holding an ice pack. 

“Thanks,” you said, grabbing it and pressing it against your eye. You hissed from the initial cold, but the relief that followed overpowered any discomfort.

“Follow me,” she said, retaking your hand and leading you into the room next to hers. 

The guest room was simple: a queen-sized bed with a gray comforter and matching sheets, a wooden dresser, and a TV mounted on the wall. She always joked she’d never done more with it because she’d never had anyone stay in it.

You climbed into bed, the mattress enveloping you in a warm embrace. Emily pulled the blankets up around you, firmly tucking you in.

“Is there anything I can get you?” 

You shook your head.

“I’ll let you get some rest.”

She turned for the door, but before she could reach it, you piped up.

“Em, wait.”

She turned back. “Yes?”

You swallowed. “Can… you stay? Just until I fall asleep?”

Emily was across the room before you had time to wonder if you shouldn’t have asked, climbing underneath the covers beside you. She wrapped you in her arms, stroking your hair softly.

“You’re safe now,” she whispered. “I promise.”

[magnifythesun]

Absolutely loved ur latest prompt about Anthony picking Ian up and how you stick true to their characters it feels too realistic. On that note, since I'm an avid fan of protective worried Anthony, would you pls write something with Ian passing out while filming and Anthony hyperventilating over it.

aaaa this prompt has had my mind spinning since I first read it I'm so hyped to write it! and thank you soooo much, I tried really hard to keep their voices realistic in that one and I'm honestly very happy with the way it turned out! I'm so glad you enjoyed!! :D

(post-writing note: this turned out way more comfort than hurt lol, but it was just too cute to resist!)

It was a rager of a hot day in southern California. They were filming their latest sketch, which was unfortunately entirely outside, and were eager to just get the thing done.

"Should we take a break?" Anthony asked, "It's been a few hours out here, and this heat's really killing me."

"Let's just finish up this scene," Ian said wearily, his face slightly red from the sun.

Anthony nodded in agreement and turned to tell the crew to set the cameras at another angle.

Out of the corner of his eye, he saw Ian suddenly drop like a sack of potatoes, one second standing, then not. It was almost like a bit. It would have been funny, except that the way he ragdolled to the floor sent a horrid chill through Anthony. That was not the way someone fell on purpose, for comedy or otherwise. Anthony turned.

"Ian?" He said, distantly.

Erin was already running toward him, holding her huge water bottle. "Someone bring a sheet!" She called over to the crew, who, behind the sudden haze in Anthony's vision, were little blobs scurrying to and fro, some toward Ian, others running toward the house.

Anthony stumbled over. "What happened?" Erin glanced up at him. "Is he all right?" Her eyes widened at the way he was swaying on his feet.

"Don't you pass out too!" Erin snapped, voice tight with worry. "Go sit down." She waved toward the shade by the house.

"But, Ian," Anthony started. He swept his eyes over his friend, who was starting to stir. Ian's eyelids flickered, then opened as he started to wake up.

"Ow," He groaned, raising a hand up to clutch at his forehead. "Oh wow, my head hurts really bad."

"Like you hit it?" Erin asked sharply, then looked back up at Anthony. "Anthony. Go sit down."

Anthony took an involuntary step backward from the command in her tone alone, then kept backing up until his back hit the side of the house. Tears jumped to his eyes, and he knew in that moment he needed to get out of sight. He went inside the house, ignoring the way different members of the crew were reaching out to him, worry in their voices, and headed straight to the bathroom. Closing the door, he sank to the ground immediately, trying to breathe.

His breath was tight in his throat, like a great beast had a hold on his neck and was squeezing him. The sensation traveled down to his chest, causing him to gasp quick, shallow breaths as he tried to wipe away his tears.

Was Ian alright out there? His mind was spiraling as he desperately sucked in little gasps of air. He had just left him there, too wrapped up in his own frightened reaction to comfort his friend. A pang of guilt burned bright in his chest. He had to get this under control and he had to get back out there.

Anthony focused and started his yoga breathing routine that he used every time he exercised. Slowly, slowly, he controlled his breathing. He stood up shakily, and glanced in the mirror, making sure to wipe the tears from his eyes. There was nothing he could do about how pale he looked, or how red-rimmed his eyes were.

He took one more deep breath and pulled open the door to the bathroom. Walking out, he could hear many voices in the kitchen, which was out of sight. Sounded like most of the crew had taken shelter from the sun in there.

Anthony turned toward the living room and startled. Ian was sitting there, a wet rag on his head and Erin's big bright blue bottle of water clutched in his hands. Anthony felt his breath catch in his chest again.

Anthony walked over to him. "Hey, man. You feeling okay?"

Ian smiled guiltily up at him. "Well, better now," He glanced up at Anthony towering above him and patted the couch cushion next to him. Anthony sat. "I should have called a break sooner. I could tell it was getting to me."

"You don't need to push yourself that hard," Anthony said quietly.

"True," Ian's mouth quirked. "Plus the crew deserved a break too." Ian stared off in the direction of the kitchen for a moment. "Are you alright?" He asked quietly, fingers shifting on the pastel surface of the bottle.

Anthony grimaced. "Yeah, I'm good."

Ian turned to look at him, a sharp look in his eye. "Uh-huh."

Anthony intently examined the table in front of the couch. "You saw?"

Ian took a big gulp of water. "I may have just woken up from the consequences of my own hubris, but I, I caught a glimpse."

"Sorry," Anthony said quietly, "I really don't know what came over me."

Ian didn't say anything for a moment, just slurped another sip of water. Anthony couldn't look at him. Then, Anthony felt Ian's hand, cold from the surface of the bottle, rest on top of his own hand and squeeze slightly.

"Always good to know you care." Ian said lightly, the veneer of a joke over his words, but the slight drag of his thumb over the back of Anthony's hand emphasized his words.

Relief and affection rushed through him, and Anthony glanced at Ian. "Your head okay though?"

"When is my head ever okay?" Ian laughed, "But yeah, I didn't hit it. Water?" He lifted the bottle and offered it.

"God, yeah." Anthony took it with the hand that wasn't still covered by Ian's and took a long, refreshing drink. "I can't believe we still have to go back out in that to finish filming."

"Ugh, don't even remind me," Ian groaned.

Right then, Erin's voice called from the kitchen, "Alright, back out there to shoot in ten minutes!"

Various shouts of "Heard!" echoed around the house, accompanied by several grumbles.

"I gotta lay my poor heat-stricken head down for a few minutes before we head back out there," Ian said.

"Oh okay," Anthony said, preparing to get up to let him lay down, when Ian just tilted his head slightly to rest it on Anthony's shoulder. Anthony stilled, his breath catching for the nth time today.

"I'm gonna try to visualize myself in the Arctic," Ian mumbled, "Quiet on set."

Anthony tried to not shake his shoulders as he laughed. "Alright, alright. Make sure to get back from your polar expedition in ten."

Anthony let himself rest his eyes too, the warmth of Ian's hand and head soothing the last of his rattled nerves.

[deathofpeaceofmiiind]

illicit affairs | twelve

*Noah’s POV* After I shut the door, I braced myself against it, taking a huge breath. She looked so fucking good, I thought I was going to lose my composure. I wasn’t sure what was in store for tonight, or what her intentions were with me. She never mentioned anything about Matt, so I have no idea if they were still together or not. I guess I’ll just have to leave the ball in her court for now. 

I turned on the shower and let it heat up as I scanned around her bathroom. It was pretty modern with marble and black accents. She put her own flair on it with artificial roses, candles with black and white towels. Her ysl perfume was on the counter, along with her tube of red lipstick she was wearing tonight. I smirked, realizing it was the same one she wore the night we met. I picked the perfume off of the counter and took a deep inhale. Fuck the smell was damn intoxicating, almost as intoxicating as she was.

I got out of the shower, got dressed into my matching black Lululemon shorts and t-shirt, and put on a few more sprays of my cologne than I normally do. My facial hair looked like shit so I quickly shaved it off and threw on my Canucks baseball cap before heading back out into her living room. My heart skipped when I saw her sitting in her kitchen scrolling on her phone with a glass of red wine in her hand. I noticed her nails were long and black, something she didn’t have before. I guess not working in the hospital anymore gave her that freedom. She looked up and softly smiled at me, causing me to completely crumble at her feet. “What?” I nervously asked when she kept her gaze longer than I expected her to. “Nothing” She replied, putting her wine glass down, “It’s just.. I didn’t think you kept that hat.” “It’s my favourite.” I said as I sat down beside her. “I actually started watching their games this year. Even went to see them when they came to LA” “Really?” She questioned, her eyes widening, “I’m impressed.” “Thanks.” I chuckled, my hand immediately going up to my necklace, something I started to do when I got nervous. Her eyes followed my every move, slowly blinking as I fiddled with the charm she gave me. “I can’t believe you wear that after all this time .” She whispered, bringing her hand up to where the charm dangled. Her fingertips brushed mine and sent tingles down my arm. Her face was so close to mine that I could see the freckles on her nose peeking out through her make up. All I wanted to do was kiss her but I wasn’t going to touch her until I knew she wasn’t with him anymore. “You know after you gave it to me, I thought I lost it at our hotel in Vegas but I found it months later.” I swallowed a lump in my throat as she sat back up and took a long sip of her wine. God I wish her lips are on me instead of that glass, “I put it on and…it made me feel connected to you again.” She had such a sad expression on her face as she took in what I just said, “Meanwhile I shut off everything that reminded me of you.” “You had every right to do that, I didn’t treat you well…” “Yes you did.” She responded quietly, “up until that last night.” “I don’t expect you to forgive me, cause I haven’t forgiven myself either.” “I know.” She sighed, nodding slowly. “I’ve spent all this time trying to forget about it and I want to keep it that way.” My knuckles were turning white as I tried to refrain from grabbing her hand. I needed to know, “El, I have to ask. Are you and Matt -“ “That’s over.” She cut in, “he actually broke up with me.” “Really?” I was actually surprised. I figured he wouldn’t ever let her go if he got his chance. “He didn’t want to get between you and me, actually. He seems to think we’re not done yet.” “Well are we?” I asked with hesitation. I was having a hard time reading her right now, she looked defeated. Maybe what they had was real? “It’s 7pm, we should go.” 

[eternalchiyo]

𝔼𝕧𝕖𝕣𝕝𝕒𝕤𝕥𝕚𝕟𝕘 𝕊𝕡𝕒𝕣𝕜 ~𝔻𝔸ℝ𝕂 07~

Summary: Kitchen Nightmares but actually it's just Chiyo trying to make food.

Word Count: 2209

Yui and Ayato came back a bit over an hour later. Chiyo had occupied herself with watching the fire die in the fireplace of the living room. She’d have liked for it to be warmer in the house since she grew extremely cold at times. At the same time, ever since that one day she felt a bit uneasy about fires. Not scared, but she would rather not get too close to one.

Yui, who was tucking away the umbrella in the holder at the entrance, came to greet Chiyo. “Chiyo-san, we’re back, oh? The fire is almost out, aren’t you cold?”

She hurried to the fireplace and rekindled the flames by getting some more firewood in there.

“Hey, Chichinashi, what are you doing? I thought you were going to make me Takoyaki?!” Ayato complained from back in the door frame. So that’s how she kept the guy happy. Chiyo wondered whether Yui’s cooking was really that good. They did say the way to the heart was through the stomach and Ayato did exactly seem like the type of guy to fall victim to that.

“Yes, yes, Ayato-kun,” Yui said. She really was enthusiastic in everything she did. Chiyo watched them with piqued interest.

“Oh right, Chiyo-san,” Yui turned to her, “I didn’t know what your favorite dish was, so I bought a bit of everything. We can make something together if you’d like?”

Chiyo raised her eyebrows. She never cooked before; they had servants for that. Before she could answer anything, Ayato cut her off:

“Hellooo? Are you coming or what?”

Chiyo rolled her eyes and followed the two of them after looking into Yui’s pleading face. She supposed she didn’t have many better things to do, so she might as well take part.

Ayato was suspiciously accommodating to Yui’s request of passing her the ingredients she needed. Chiyo supposed it was because there was something in it for him. She watched with curiosity as the other girl prepared the octopus and batter. While the pan was heating up Yui prepared the other garnishes. Clearly, she was quite skilled with a kitchen knife. Suddenly she turned towards her.

“So, Chiyo-san, what is your favorite food after all?” she asked.

Chiyo felt her own cheeks get warm. Sharing something like her favorite food with someone seemed like a very personal question. The obvious answer should have been ‘Why? Blood, of course.’. That has always been her answer; a lie. Something she pretended to love for appearances sake. She had no idea what convinced her to tell the truth this time.

“I… uh, really like crepes,” she said, “the ones you can buy with whipped cream and fruits.”

Ayato, who was sitting on the edge of the kitchen table started laughing loudly. This was the exact reason why Chiyo usually kept everything to herself. Alas, it was too late to take her words back now. She had to make do with frowning at him.

“Oh, don’t give me that look little miss “I-only-ever-suck-blood” hahah, though, I guess I would also keep my favorite food a secret if it was something as ridiculous as girly crepes.”

She hated it when Ayato made fun of her. She hated it when anyone made fun of her, really. The big kitchen knife Yui used to cut the green onions was laying on the counter next Chiyo now. She grabbed it.

“I swear, Ayato, if you don’t shut up right now, I will shove this down your throat!”

“What was that?! You wanna fight? Come at m–"

Yui cut him off by popping a Takoyaki ball inside his open mouth. “Here, Ayato-kun, try this,” she said. Chiyo could hear Ayato grumble something while he chewed but she couldn’t make out any coherent words. “Chiyo-san, you too.”

Yui handed her a Takoyaki skewer. Chiyo eyed it suspiciously before taking it.

It tasted really good.

Come to think of it, Chiyo had never been offered food in a way like this before. She thought about it while she was chewing the octopus-ball. Being distracted like that, Yui swiftly took the knife from her hands. It was a bit comical. Was that girl worried about Chiyo getting herself in trouble or was she worried about her hurting Ayato? Who knew. She didn’t really care, as she never meant to actually attack Ayato with it in the first place.

The boy in question eventually took off with a full plate of Takoyaki, leaving the two girls alone in the kitchen.

Chiyo helped Yui take care of the dirty dishes as well as she could. Meaning she ended up being the one to dry them off and put them inside the cabinets. They did that in silence until Yui spoke again.

“Chiyo-san, have you ever made crepes before?”

Chiyo shook her head. She didn’t exactly like not having as skill that the other girl had but at the same time concluded that it was a useless skill to have anyway.

“Let’s try making some then. I think this could be fun. Ayato and I also bought a bunch of fresh fruit and it would be a shame if it went to waste.”

“But I don’t– “

“Don’t worry, it’s not that hard,” Yui said, “we can start by cracking these eggs in a bowl.”

She handed Chiyo one of them and nodded her head to the glass bowl she took out a few moments ago. Chiyo tried her best. First, she tapped the egg gently against the rim of the bowl – nothing happened. She tried again, harder this time, but this only caused the egg to burst in half immediately and coat both the counter and Chiyo’s hand in egg yolk.

She groaned in frustration and shook off her hand in the sink.

“Obviously this egg must have been faulty,” she said pout audible in her voice.

Yui let out a giggle at seeing the other girl struggling.

“Do you have a death wish?” Chiyo asked.

“No, s…sorry.”

She took a damp cloth and cleaned up the mess, before taking out another egg from the carton.

“Here let me show you how to do it best.”

Yui took the egg and tapped it a few times against the bowl, forming a small crack in the shell. Then she took her thumbs and pushed the two sides of the shell apart, making the contents of the egg fall into the bowl. Chiyo was fascinated, the shell was perfectly sliced into two halves.

Timidly she took the other egg that Yui was handing her and tried to mimic Yui’s actions. She succeeded in cracking it open without wasting half of it like the previous time, however the shell did not crack open evenly and a few tiny pieces fell into the bowl along with the yolk.

“Damn it!”

Chiyo was about to throw the whole bowl away when Yui stepped in.

“Ah! Don’t worry about it, this happens to me sometimes as well, here, let me take care of it quickly!”

She fished the little eggshell pieces out with a teaspoon. “See? Nobody can tell that they were ever in there.”

Once again Chiyo could feel her cheeks heat up in embarrassment. She let her emotions get the better of her and she hated it. She always tried so hard to appear in control, it was hard for her when she lost it. Though, along with the obvious feeling of shame and feeling inferior there was also a sliver of a warm and fuzzy feeling. Was she having fun?

“Cheer up, you did pretty well for your first time,” Yui said. Her tone was cheerful.

Chiyo looked at the girl who was now putting in milk into the bowl and mixing it with a whisk. She had never met such a strange person before.

“How do you do that?” Chiyo asked.

“Hm? Oh, you just need to firmly grasp the bowl in one hand and– “

“No, not that,” Chiyo said, “how do you… stay so happy? Here of all places.”

This mansion was depressing. Everyone living inside it hated each other or had some sort of other issue with one another. On top of that Yui was the only human here, making her an easy target for blood sucking attacks, even from up there Chiyo could see the fading bite marks from some of the brothers littering her white skin in bruises. Her being a girl put her in an even more precarious situation, Chiyo was sure.

Yui bit her lower lip in thought and suddenly stopped whisking the milk and eggs. She smiled at Chiyo but all it did was make her sad.

“It’s not like I didn’t try to run away, you know?”

Yui recalled how she tried to run in the beginning, but all that got her was a broken phone and more bruises, so she eventually decided to make the best out of her situation. Chiyo felt as if she began to understand the girl better. She didn’t have anywhere to go and with the whole household being Vampires it was easy for them to just find her by scent. Even if she ran again, she probably wouldn’t come far.

“Besides… the others are not as bad as they seem,” she said and started to put in flour into the bowl little by little, mixing in between.

“Oh yeah? Like whom? Ayato?”

Yui nodded. “Ayato-kun, Reiji-san and Subaru-kun. Laito-kun and Kanato-kun as well.”

Chiyo looked at her, waiting for her to continue.

“And Shuu-san is– “

“Shuu-san is an asshole,” Chiyo completed for her.

And I am the one who made him that way, she thought.

Yui shook her head. “Mmm, Shuu-san is a kind person. I can tell, even if he wants people to think something else.”

Chiyo looked down and felt like crying. She could feel the other girl look at her, probably deciding whether to poke further or to leave it be. Apparently, she decided to leave it be because she didn’t say anything else until the crepes were ready.

It was Yui who took care of putting the batter into the pan and making the delicious thin base that could be filled with all kinds of things later. Chiyo mostly watched as she was sure she would set the house on fire accidentally if she had to do it herself.

They let the crepes cool down a bit before moving on to fruit selection. There were all kinds of different fruits inside the shopping bags. A mango, many bananas, strawberries, raspberries and… apples.

Chiyo meticulously picked out the apples and put them aside.

“You don’t want apples inside the crepes, Chiyo-san?” Yui asked.

“No. I hate them,” Chiyo said.

Looking at the other girl’s quizzical expression, she added: “They remind me of someone - a dead person.”

“I see, yeah I can see how it could be a sad memory, if it was someone that really liked them.”

Chiyo didn’t confirm her statement, but she also didn’t deny it. It really was not the time to put the mood down even further than it was. She wanted to finally be done with the crepes so she could get out of the situation. It was making her feel more and more on edge.

She ended up picking bananas and strawberries for her crepe and Yui helped her with rolling it up properly. Then they filled some of the other ones and left a few for being eaten plain if anybody wanted.

When they were almost finished Yui looked happy again.

“I am sure Kanato-kun will be thrilled when he sees what we made,” she said in a very cheerful tone.

“Hey maybe if you offer one to Shuu-san, you two could make up already?”

Chiyo looked at her with a frown.

“If I give him one of those, he will probably take it as an insult,” she said.

Shuu hated sweets, always had.

“Besides, I don’t think this can be solved by a piece of fried batter.”

“Maybe not but you gotta start somewhere, right? Or do you plan on fighting with him for the rest of your lives?”

‘The rest of your life’ sounded extremely long if you considered the fact that Vampire lives were eternal. At least Shuu’s was, her own, Chiyo was not sure. How would she know anyway? She was the only of her kind. A weird mixture of human and monster. Her life has been long already, but she had no idea when it would end.

“Shuu-san always looks at you with those sad eyes, I don’t think he means to keep fighting with you,” Yui said.

Chiyo sighed.

“It’s sad to see people fight.”

“It is sad isn’t it…” Chiyo said.

But no matter how much Chiyo regretted what happened in the past, there was no way to undo it. Edgar was dead and so was Shuu. The old Shuu had died alongside the human boy in the cursed fire that Reiji set to the village. He hasn’t been the same ever since.

She couldn’t help but feel as if it was her who murdered him.

The crepe was sweet. Sickeningly sweet, just the way she would like it. And yet… And yet it almost made her choke.

[deebris]

A night not to forget (in a bad sense) - 1

Bradley "Rooster" Bradshaw x leitor;

Synopsis: Rooster comes home to find his wife and son arguing. Things go too far and he needs to step in;

Warnings: violence, name-calling, family problems, panic attack, drugs;

Genre: anguish;

Part 1 - Part 2

This is my first attempt at imagine here on Tumblr, I hope I can keep writing. And english is not my native language, so I hope you guys understand if there is any mistake. (I accept criticism and tips).

Bradley expected to come home to the two of you like any other quiet day. Normally you would be finishing up dinner, or perhaps reading a book while ordering at a restaurant. His son Elijah, who had just turned 16 a few months ago, would be playing a video game in the living room that he begged his dad to buy for his birthday. But, oh! How wrong he was…

You were in a heated argument. At first, he couldn't understand the subject of the fight because their voices were muffled, but as he closed the front door and moved his feet further into the house, the voices in the kitchen grew louder.

In that short amount of time, he had already imagined countless reasons for the screaming. Elijah wouldn't have done the dishes you asked for, tidied up his room, or maybe even, that he could have gone out now for the night without your permission, considering he's done it before, and you were always irritated with worry. As he grew up, more rebellious he became. He wanted to be treated like an adult. But something was extremely wrong, as the discussion seemed too serious for problems as "banal" as these.

Once he placed his backpack on the sofa, he walked to the kitchen entrance and arrived just in time to see Elijah take one of the knives from the holder where it was kept, and point it in your direction. Bradley froze for a few seconds, you two still hadn't noticed his presence. The shock was instantaneous, and as quickly as it came, it was gone. Bradley felt dread, then anger. He felt confused for not understanding the situation. He was nervous. Seeing the boy threaten you with that thing in his hand pissed him off.

He looked into his son's eyes. Elijah seemed to be angry, but it was different, there was a built-in hatred. And when Bradley realized who that hate was directed at, a bitter taste rose in his mouth. It was you. He didn't have time to analyze your state at that moment, he needed to act fast. Bradley ran to his son grabbing his wrists and shoving him until he hit the kitchen island behind them. The boy's lower back suffered an intense impact, hitting the surface of the thing, making him grunt in pain and surprise.

The boy dropped the knife to the floor the minute he was pushed. He was startled as soon as he saw his father's fierce gaze.

"What the hell do you think you're doing pointing that out to your mother?"

"Bradley, calm down"

He looked in her direction in disbelief. Calm? Did you want him to be calm? He just couldn't stomach it.

"He shows you a knife and you wants me to calm down?" he faced Elijah "What the hell were you going to do later, eh? Stick it in her? Were you going to take that fucking knife and go after your own mother, brat?"

"Please, I know he's wrong, but let the boy go and let's settle this."

"Are we going to settle this?! Do you want to know how am I going to solve this? I'm going to cover his face with punchs." now it was Bradley who was losing his mind.

“You will tell me now, loud and clear, why you did this, Elijah.” he asked in a deep, menacing voice.

The boy dropped a few tears in front of his father as he stared back at him. He couldn't stand it for long and ducked his head to look away from his father. Bradley made sure to grab his chin and force him to look up; in him eyes.

“Don't take your eyes off me again." he warned while squeezing the boy's chin tightly "have you decided to become a softie now that I got home, you coward? You looked pretty brave before."

In the background it was possible to hear your strong cry and the sobs coming from your throat. You were in a panic. Although you were grateful that Bradley had come home and prevented your son from committing a greater tragedy, you knew that he could be the reason for another gravity by the way he was acting. He looked like it was about to kill your someone.

“And don't you dare defend him. For years I watched you pat his head, no matter the situation. Raising this spoiled little boy, who now repays you by doing this." he hurt you with those words, leaving your heart tighter and making you think that maybe it was your fault "I won't let you do that again now." he finished.

Elijah was never a bad boy. He is kind and tries hard like any good son, no matter what he does. But all that effort got the better of him, left him exhausted. You were a mother who spoiled a lot, that was true, but only because you thought he deserved it. It wasn't fair to see him killing himself studying at school, to see him succumbing to exhaustion every day to get a scholarship to the college he wanted so much. You didn't demand much from him at home, which left him a little unused to doing housework, but he made up for it in his studies. He is a very smart boy for his age.

You thought everything was fine, but six months ago you found out he was doing drugs. You knew why he had done it, it was so obvious. Sleepless nights, time divided between projects, school and science groups. Although you always told him that he didn't have to live like this, that he could rest, he wouldn't listen to you. He had always been a little greedy, wanting to be the best at everything, to make his father the proudest man in the world. Until he concluded by himself that the only thing that would make his father proud was to pursue a career in the military, something he never wanted. So he got frustrated with that. When he couldn't stand any longer, he resorted to those poisons. Drugs. Bradley din't know nothing about that.

"I'm sorry" Elias started crying hard, it was agonizing "I'm sorry, I don't know what I was thinking."

Bradley loosened her grip on his hands a little, enough for him to be able to move them again. Elijah brought them to his hair, squeezing the strands to the side and closing his eyes hard to cry. The boy let out a terrifying scream and began to scream in grief and self-loathing.

"I'm sorry, Mom. I didn't mean to do this, I swear. I'm sorry, I'm so sorry..."

The boy kept repeating the last words. He was looking at you desperately, thinking his mother and father hated him now.

You wanted so badly to go to him. Hug him and tell him you forgave him, that you still loved him dearly and always would. But you hesitated thinking that maybe Bradley would stop your actions. What he had said kept repeating itself in your mind: you always put your hand on his head, I won't let you do that now.

Deep down, you knew he wasn't wrong. He was trying to discipline his son, you also wanted Elijah to know that his actions have consequences, but that was too much. Bradley didn't know about him drug problem, because again, you protected Elijah. Yes, Bradley was absolutely right, you spoiled him too much. You hid from him that what your son was going through, you didn't have that right.

“Elijah, tell your father. He will understand, dear"

"Tell me what?"

Elijah squeezed his eyes shut trying to stop the crying and nervousness.

"I-I…" he swallowed the saliva in his mouth and rubbed his hand over his eyes to wipe away the tears. His breathing began to become irregular, worrying his mother and father.

"Elijah, my love, breathe" you hugged him and started stroking his hair, you didn't even remember the knife anymore, the only thing you wanted was to see your precious son well "calm down, my son."

"What is happening with him?" Bradley asked deeply scared, but you didn't make an effort to answer him, because you were concentrating on the boy feeling sick in front of you. But your attempts at comfort weren't working, it seemed like Elijah wasn't listening to you.

"Elijah, son. Please breathe, I won't do anything with you. Breathe!" Bradley said in an attempt to make him calm down, he turned pale with fear at his son's plight.

“Bradley!" he immediately widened his eyes with your anguished scream "call emergency, now!"

E não demorou, em um instante já estava pegando o celular e discando o número enquanto o filho sufocava.

[whatsseobb]

Angel's Kiss (Aziraphale x Crowley) - One Shot

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[A/N: Hi, so I’m back with a new fandom. I'm quite new to this but I just missed writing so much and I was inspired to write this. I couldn't move on just yet so, yeah.

Also, thanks to my fave co-author for conceptualizing this with me though we weren't able to write together... yet (hopefully). So, enjoy!

If you like to comment on it, I would deeply appreciate for you to come to AO3 using the link above or just message me here so we could talk about Good Omens some more.. Thank you!]

Synopsis: 

An exasperated sigh escaped Crowley’s lips as they fixed their sunglasses over their eyes, hiding the frustrated tears building up on the corner. “I just… I’m getting lost. Oh fuck, fuck hell.”

Their eyebrows soften as the angel took their hand, his thumb gently rubbing against the top of their hand. “Oh Crowley, I wish there’s a miracle I could do to help you.” A smile broke into the demon’s lips as they heard those words. “I’d do anything for you, you know that right?”

Angel's Kiss

(Aziraphale x Crowley Oneshot)

“Just one final touch.” In a flick of his hand, Aziraphale’s face glistened in delight as he watched the couch move to the corner of the room and the newly-installed lights brighten the room. His eyes moved around the tidied area, contented with how he finished his task as he awaited for his roommate’s arrival. Aziraphale knew the other would be ecstatic to see the apartment cleaned up. Okay, he lied. They wouldn’t be that ecstatic but Aziraphale wanted to keep his hopes up. Afterall, even if the demon did not show it, he knew they would still appreciate the effort he had done. 

This time was the longest they have not seen each other in the last century. Sure, they had some days or a few weeks when they were apart yet this time, it was longer than that. The uncertainty of their return added to the apprehension he was feeling. For Aziraphale, it was his hell on earth. He counted the days, although he didn’t exactly know when they were supposed to come back. He just counted, anticipating their return. That was why he was all worked up, breathlessly waiting for their arrival. He wanted to create and show them that he was patiently waiting on Earth, looking forward to the moment they would be together once more. 

Just as he was about to exit the room, the sound of the rustling leaves echoed. His eyes furrowed in a bit of a worry while a small smile broke into his lips as he faced the lovely house plants Crowley kept on the balcony. “Oh deary, how could I forget about you?”

Aziraphale took the green spray bottle from the side and started spritzing some water to the tall, leafy plants. “You know, you shall not fear your Master Crowley. I wouldn’t allow them to talk to you like that. See? When I’m the one taking care of you, you’re all doing such a wonderful job!” He exclaimed in a cheery voice, clasping his hands together in amusement. 

Soon after, the angel headed to the kitchen to prepare for his dinner. He had done several things from his list, cheerfully humming to himself in satisfaction due to all the work he had finished. He wanted to do something for Crowley, just a small gesture that would show them that he was thinking about the demon while they were gone. That they, even though far away, had been kept close to him and had continuously running through his mind. He wouldn’t say it out loud anyway, so the least he could do was show it through the work he had done over the past few months.

As he was cutting up some vegetables, he heard the front door shut loudly. Aziraphale immediately halted his cooking, turning the stove on low heat as he quickly went to the living room. “My dear, is everything alright?”

“What th- Just- For Hell’s sake, damnit,” Crowley grunted as they plopped themself onto the couch. There was no need for Aziraphale to see the emotion in their eyes to know that they were furious about what happened, whatever it might have been. 

“How are you? Are you alright?”

“It’s just… Ugh.” They turned their head toward the ground, as if talking to someone who wasn’t there. “Whatever, Shax! I am not taking any orders from you!”

Aziraphale kept quiet as he continued listening to the demon’s grievances. He sat himself on the other side of the couch, putting their feet on his lap. Much to his surprise, they scooted over to lay their head on his lap instead. As if driven by a magnetic force, his hands immediately found their way towards their well-kept red hair, stroking it with his fingers. 

An exasperated sigh escaped Crowley’s lips as they fixed their sunglasses over their eyes, hiding the frustrated tears building up on the corner. “I just… I’m getting lost. I don’t know what else they want from me. Oh fuck, fuck the system, fuck hell.” 

Their eyebrows soften as the angel took their hand, his thumb gently rubbing against the top of their hand. “Oh Crowley, I wish there’s a miracle I could do to help you. You know how much I want to just snippity-snap and fix all of this for you.” A smile broke into the demon’s lips as they heard those words. “I’d do anything for you, you know that right?”

All Crowley could do was nod. Over the sunglasses, their eyes landed on the angel, watching in adoration as he continued to rub their palm, moving further to their wrist. Crowley noticed that Aziraphale paused on a mark on their forearm, his eyebrows knitted in concern. They said in defense, “It’s nothing.”

“Crowley,” the angel gently pulled their arm closer when he felt they were yanking it away, examining the scar left behind on their skin. “What happened here? Did they do this to you down there? Did they hurt you?”

“No, Angel, they were such a delight. They gave me treats and all my favorite things.”

“Crowley.”

“Don’t you worry about it. It’s not new. I’ve had it for maybe, a hundred years already? I don’t know.” 

Aziraphale took the other’s left arm and pushed up their sleeves, seeing more scars left behind by what’s down under. His eyebrows continued to furrow even more, his eyes looking back and forth from Crowley’s face to the marks on his skin. “May I?” He waited for their approval before he touched the lesions on the demon’s arm, his thumb grazing softly on them. “Are these as old as the first one?”

“I don’t remember.”

“How about this one?” Aziraphale asked as he referred to a longer one near their elbow. 

“Quite new.”

“And this?” He felt the demon yanked their arm back, startling him. 

“Are you seriously going to ask me all about my scars because we would need eternity for me to discuss every single one of them.” 

“Apologies. But we actually have eternity to discuss.” Aziraphale let out a soft chuckle as he took Crowley’s arm again, quietly staring into the scars while his fingers caress over them. Seeing those scars on the demon’s skin left an ache in his stomach. He couldn’t fathom how much pain it might have felt and the pain of seeing those permanent marks on their skin, always getting reminded of how worse it was there. “I’m sorry.”

“Why are you apologizing?”

“I… I wish…” A cheerless sound escaped his lips. “It pains me to see you like this.”

“I’ve been like this since, you know, the fall. Have you only noticed them now?”

“No. What I mean is-“

“I know what you mean. But I’m certainly okay. Don’t you worry about me, angel.” Aziraphale reciprocated their words with a small smile.

His hands slowly guided the hand towards his face. A feeling crept into his stomach as his lips slowly touched the scar. Aziraphale was reminded of the kiss they once shared that one afternoon just outside the Ritz, and how he felt when Crowley’s lips were on his. The warm sensation parading on his senses, the comforting feeling shooting waves around his body as the demon held onto his face when they shared a moment. He wanted to do the same for Crowley, to reciprocate the feeling of solace and reassurance they made him feel. In his mind, that was how humans shared relief and comfort with one another. He wanted Crowley to feel that he was there for them, that the scars were just marks left by the past and that they cannot hurt them anymore after all.

Aziraphale’s pale smile disappeared when he felt the demon flinch on contact. “Oh no. What’s wrong? Did I do something wrong? I am deeply sorry.”

Upon contact, Crowley’s skin felt a little tinge of burn as Aziraphale placed a kiss on their scar. It was nothing of sorts compared to what the demon had felt before but it just came as a surprise. It was different when they touched the angel’s lips before. Maybe it was the burn of hell that came in contact with an angel that caused this but for Crowley, it was nothing to be wary of. Seeing the angel’s smile was much more priceless than any pain they might have felt with his kisses. They wanted him to continue, watching him over his sunglasses while fighting a smile about to break on their lips. “No, no. I’m okay.”

“Am I hurting you?”

“No, you aren’t.” Quite the opposite of that, they thought.

Crowley’s eyes met with Aziraphale’s as they removed their sunglasses, the angel continued placing soft kisses on their skin. “There’s nothing to worry now, Crowley. I am here, my dear.”

“Hm?”

“They don’t hurt you now, do they? They can’t hurt you. I won’t allow that to happen. Tell me if they are hurting you. I will… I will…”

“What? Gonna file a complaint to heaven about a demon being tortured? I’m pretty sure they would even be pleased.” Aziraphale rolled his eyes as he placed another peck on the demon’s elbow. 

“Are there more… here?” He teasingly lifted their top, revealing some healed lacerations on their waist. He winced at the sight before him, a frown appearing on his mouth. “My my, I have not seen this before. Did it hurt? Well, of course it did. Silly of me to even ask.”

“That… It came from the time they found out I was conspiring with an angel and they just wanted to punish me for doing an awful job as a fallen one. It’s like ‘Why are you working with the enemy? Why are you bla bla bla. I didn’t listen to the rest of them, angel. Didn’t care for any of it all. I mean, I worked with an angel, what’s the big deal? We just stopped another horrible event they were about to cause.” Aziraphale giggled along to the story, looking down at the almost faded scar before turning his eyes to the demon only to see them grinning.

There it was, the excited smile he anticipated to see. A slight flush of warmth crept on his chest as his eyes fell on the curved lips of the demon, feeling successful on his mission to keep them distracted from their melancholic thoughts. His lips failed to hide the smile reappearing as he took a few moments to take in Crowley’s gleeful expression. Throughout the six thousand years he has spent roaming around the world and looking at the marvelous creation through history, they were all incomparable to the sight before him. They barely smiled but when they did, it was unparalleled. Not even the magnificent mountains and vast seas, nor the most beautiful gardens can match up to a happy Crowley. As cliché as it would sound, the demon’s smile was Aziraphale’s favourite view and he promised himself that he would do anything again just to catch a glimpse of it.

For Crowley, seeing the angel’s genuine smile felt like a warm hot chocolate, or vodka in their case, on a cold winter day. It brought him joy, a comfortable and cozy feeling that he had longed for. At that moment, they made the decision of claiming him as their sanctuary, the light that kept every darkness away. Being around Aziraphale was something they looked forward to, even after millennia of being each other’s companion. There was just something ineffable about the angel and the aura surrounding him that radiated even the darkest of Crowley’s heart. They were still a demon but being with the angel, sharing lovely moments such as this was their heaven. 

The comfortable silence occupied the room for quite some time before the angel spoke again, laying a hand out for them. “Have you eaten? May I tempt you to a spectacular dinner?” Just as the demon was about to say something, he continued, “I know, I know temptation is your job but I like to do it now.”

The low chuckle of amusement that Crowley exhaled made Aziraphale beam. With a smirk on their face, they replied, “You can tempt me into whatever and you know I’ll always say yes to you, my angel.”

— THE END —

[liesareeasier]

‘Home To Hawkins’ By MoonFlowerWrites on WattPad :) An Eddie Munson Fan-Fiction Inspired By Stranger Things

A/N: Hey everyone! Here's the fourth chapter of my Eddie Munson fan-fic! I'll be posting a chapter for this every few days, so check for updates. :) This is kind of a strangers to friends to lovers story. There will be graphic smut and mature content in this story, so please stop reading if you're not 18+. Thanks for checking out my story and I hope you enjoy it!! xx

~ Abbey, the writer. :) <3 xx

Word Count: 8525 words

Warning: This Chapter Contains admit, 18+ only

•••

Eddie and I couldn't keep our hands off each other as he safely raced us to his place. He kept his hand tightly on my thigh the entire time, circling his thumb over my jeans. I sporadically leaned over to kiss him on his neck and cheek.

I didn't want to distract him too much, since he was driving and it was dark outside, but I simply couldn't help myself. He was intoxicatingly sexy and I was beyond eager to get him undressed when we got to his place. I had wanted him to take me in the back of his van next to the bar but the slight chance of getting caught by Robin and Steve or anyone else wasn't worth it tonight.

He had lent me a black and red flannel when we got back in the front of the car so that I could stay warm. The heat wasn't the best in his old van, he'd said, and he didn't want me getting sick.

My outfit now must have looked insane but it was dark out and I didn't care what I was wearing. I doubted Eddie did either. Soon enough, I would hopefully be naked and in Eddie's bed, totally at his mercy.

•••

The ride to Eddie's trailer was relatively short, yet felt like an unbearably long eternity. He stopped right out front of his place and raced around to my side of the car once he turned off the engine. He pulled himself together before opening my door and motioned for me to walk into his place.

"This way, m'lady," Eddie said playfully as if I couldn't find the way myself but I let him be a gentleman.

Eddie ran ahead of me, once I was out of his van, to unlock the front door and get it opened for us. I led the way inside and was a little surprised to see a few lights on.

"Your uncle isn't home, is he?" I asked softly as Eddie pulled the creaking door closed behind us and I looked around the living room, which was noticeably cleaner than last night.

"No, no he's not," Eddie said as he rested his keys on a hook next to the door and pulled me close to him by the belt loops of my jeans. "He must've left the lights on before he left. He's working nights all this week."

Eddie started frantically kissing me, going from my forehead and moving down my cheek until his lips found mine. I wrapped my arms around his shoulders and took off his patch-covered vest while doing so. I tossed it and my tote bag onto the couch in the living room, before Eddie started guiding us through his trailer.

He pressed me up against his kitchen counter as his hands trailed down my sides. He rested his thumbs under the hem of my jeans as his lips moved roughly with mine.

Before I could get my bearings, he was pulling me down the hallway and into his bedroom. We crashed into the walls on the way, knocking down a couple mugs and a picture or two from our eager clumsiness but luckily didn't break anything. I didn't think that he would care if we did, anyways. We were already lost in each other.

Eddie kept our embrace and kiss as I heard him slide his hand around the wall, presumably searching for his light switch. I heard the familiar noise of lights flicking on and an amber hue lit the space as he moved me into the center of his room, all while he held our sloppy, feverish kisses.

After a moment more of being enthralled by each other, Eddie pulled away and caught his breath. I stared longingly at him, waiting to see what he wanted to do next. He guided me over to the edge of his unmade bed and sat me down.

"Wait here, sweetheart," Eddie said as his hand slipped from mine and he walked over to his bedroom door before heading back down the hallway.

He yelled to me as he hurried into the living room for something, "be right back!"

I looked around Eddie's perfectly cluttered room while I waited for his return. There was so much to take in.

His love of music was obvious. Band posters and a hand-painted tapestry with his own band's name littered his walls. There was an acoustic guitar sitting by his dresser and another one, this one electric, hung proudly on his wall over his desk. He had a ton of show event posters, as well, showing that he'd been to his fair share of concerts.

Everything about Eddie's room made perfect sense for what I knew about him, but it was pretty messy and I couldn't take in everything all at once. He definitely had a pleasing personal style.

His desk and dresser were covered in cassettes, personal hygiene products, and little figurines that could only guess were from his D&D campaigns. There was even a pepper shaker sitting on the corner of his desk.

He must eat in here but what hell Eddie... I can't help but laugh... He's just so weird and cute... He's perfect...

•••

My first impression of Eddie's room was cut short when his figure appeared in the doorway. He was dangling my citrine necklace between his fingers as he glided over to me, a devilish smile twisted on his face.

"Oh, shit. Where did you find that, Eddie?" I asked as I tried to reach up for it but he quickly snatched it away. "I thought I lost it."

"Thought you left it here so you'd have a reason to come back," Eddie played as he went to set my necklace in the top drawer of his white desk.

He continued as he walked over to stand right in front of me, resting his legs in-between mine, "you can have it back. If..."

"If what, Eddie?" I said as I stood up, practically resting my body against his.

"If you're a good girl for me tonight, you can have it back," Eddie said as he pulled me in and started kissing me again.

I knew that he was going to give it back regardless of if I could come or not, but I had a feeling that he was going to get me there. My body exploded in excitement as I prepared for him to take me over. I parted my lips and let his tongue win dominance over mine just how he liked.

Robin said she hadn't seen him with many girls but he clearly knew what he was doing. The thought of anyone and anything else left my mind the moment that Eddie started running his fingers under the hem of my t-shirt.

I had wanted to take off my clothes when Eddie had left me alone in his room but I didn't want to be presumptuous. I figured that Eddie would want to do it himself or watch me undress.

"Can I take these off you?" Eddie asked as he kissed behind my ear and down the side of my neck as he brushed my hair to the side with one hand and tugged at my borrowed flannel and shirt with the other.

"Please, Eddie," I said as I started to shrug off the flannel and Eddie took the lead, sliding it down my arms and tossing it into his open closet.

He swiftly lifted up my shirt but left my black bra on. His mouth opened slightly and he bit his knuckles as he took in the sight of my almost bare chest in front of him.

He wasted no time in quickly undoing my jeans and I kicked them to the side when he slid them down to my ankles. He stepped back for a second and looked at my body once more, illuminated faintly in the yellowish glow of his lamps. Before we went any further, he lifted off his shirt and I melted when I saw what was underneath.

He was covered with a few black and grey tattoos that I hadn't been able to see before now. He'd always been wearing long sleeves when I'd seen him and I was even more attracted to him in this moment.

My eyes trailed down his perfect figure and I couldn't help but notice some dark scars across his stomach and sides. I wasn't going to ask what they were from but I wanted to kiss them and show him just how beautifully perfect he was.

"Lay back. Now," Eddie said confidently as he guided me back onto his soft mattress.

He rested his body on top of mine, his skin extremely warm to the touch against mine. I leaned up to kiss his sure lips as his hand found its way to the edge of my panties.

"Is this okay?" Eddie asked and I nodded but that wasn't enough for him. "I need to hear you say it, pretty girl."

"Yes, please touch me," I said as my chest rose and fell quickly in front of me. "I've been thinking about you all fucking day, Eddie. I need you."

He started kissing me down my jawline and neck as he found his way to my chest. He laid soft kisses and love bites along my cleavage as his fingers rubbed my center over my cotton panties.

Eddie's kisses didn't stop at my breasts. He kept moving down, kissing my soft stomach as he moved his way down, landing in between my thighs. He kissed me once on my hip, his hand still slowly swirling on my center over my drenched underwear.

Oh god... I'm so wet already... I hope he's not turned off by that...

"You feel so good," Eddie purred as he smirked deviously up at me, throwing any worries of mine out the window. "Tell me if any of this is too much and I'll stop, okay?"

"Okay, promise," I said softly as waves of pleasure started slowly rolling through me.

"Mm, I like how ready for me you are. You're going to do so well for me. I can just tell," Eddie said smirking between my already trembling thighs. "You're not getting off easily tonight."

Eddie's cool rings brushed against the insides of my thick, flushed thighs as he pulled my black cotton underwear slowly down my legs and threw them against his band-poster-covered wall. They smacked against a pair of handcuffs that he had tacked next to his bed. I hadn't noticed them before and hoped we could try them out sometime but tonight I wanted to be able to touch him back.

I tried to lean up, to reach and undo Eddie's jeans, but he pushed me back onto the bed and shook his head at me. He brought two fingers up to my dripping center and ran them in between my folds slowly as he looked up at me.

"Did I tell you that you could move?" Eddie purred as his face moved close to my center and he licked his lips.

"I'm sorry, I just-" I breathed as my heart beat out of my rising chest. "I just really want to touch you, Eddie. Please..."

"Beg all you want, pretty girl," Eddie said while he teased my folds slowly. "This is all about you tonight."

I let out the breath I had been holding in as Eddie slipped one of his thick fingers into my ready center. He had taken his rings off and set them on the desk but part of me wished that he would have left them on.

We can play around more next time...

He pushed his finger steadily into me as he started to pick up his speed. Everything he was doing felt amazing but I wanted to experience more of him.

"More please," I moaned as I gripped his comforter between my fingertips.

Eddie obliged my desperate request and started moving even faster inside of me. I rolled my hips slightly with his movements and he pulled against my hip, bringing himself close to me.

A faint moan escaped my lips as a second finger slid in when I nodded my approval to him. He was gripping tightly into my side with his free hand and I appreciated how considerate he was, all while roughly pleasuring me.

"Can I kiss you here?" Eddie said as his plump lips hovered over my center, his fingers still steadily pumping into me.

"Please," I said as I gulped.

"So needy," Eddie teased as he brought his mouth to my core.

His tongue found itself right against my clit as he started circling it. He kept a light pressure on my sensitive bud while he continued to wreck me. The combined sensation of his sure fingers and tongue was sending waves of pleasure coursing rapidly through my body.

"Mm, you taste so good," Eddie said as momentarily came up for air before putting his mouth back on me.

I knew I wasn't going to last much longer when I started clenching around Eddie's hand. Moans and gasps were bursting from me as I reached the cusp of my climax. He must have been able to feel it too because right as I was about to finish for him, he stopped all of his movements and pulled away.

My high came crashing down before it even started and I leaned up to face him, breathless and utterly confused. I didn't know why he had gotten me so close and then moved away. I went to speak but he leaned up and put a wet finger against my lips, silencing me with my own wetness.

Oh my god... I do taste good...

"Now, what did I tell you?" Eddie said before he lightly bit the inside of my thigh.

"I was so close baby," I sighed pathetically.

"But did I tell you to come?" Eddie said as his pretty face lit up with that devious smile of his.

"No, but-" I tried to say but Eddie stopped me once again.

"This is for dancing with Harrington in front of me. Now lay back and let me get you there again," Eddie said as he scooted closer to me again and leaned back down.

He grabbed the sides of my legs as he moved his mouth back down to my core. This time he only used his tongue but I wasn't lacking any pleasure, by any means.

Fuck... He's so fucking good at this...

He swirled his tongue around my clit until he moved down and slid it into my center. I had never had someone please me like this before and Eddie's touch was undeniably intoxicating.

My hands flew to his hair and gripped tightly into his curls as he moved in and out of my core. This seemed to encourage his flawless efforts and he started to move with even more fervor, sliding his fingers back inside of me.

I held him close to me as I squeezed my thighs around him. My breath began to hitch as I felt my body begin to tense and warm again. I was close to my end again when Eddie cruelly pulled away from me, just before I could come undone.

I released my grip on his hair as I caught my breath. I looked blankly at him as he couldn't hide the smile that was growing between his flushed cheeks. Without saying a word, I reached for his hair and moved him back down to my center.

"Mm, now we're getting somewhere," Eddie mocked when he could sense my obvious impatience.

He resumed his previous actions, swiftly slipping his fingers inside of me, but this time adding a third. I tightened my core and thighs around him as if that would stop him from pulling away again. This time, I needed him to let me finish. I couldn't take much more, even though it felt so incredibly delicious to be teased and pleased like this.

Eddie's tongue moved with the perfect pressure on my bundle of nerves as that and his thick fingers pushed me closer to my finish. He moved his other hand to one of mine and I released the grip of his hair. He held my left hand in his while his other kept a steady rhythm inside of my pulsing core.

Of course his fingers of magic... He's playing me like I bet he plays that guitar of his... Oh my god... I'm so fucking close, I might scream....

I reveled in the immense bliss that Eddie was giving me. I'd have to work him up more often if this is what he considered to be a punishment. He could torture me any time he desired. I was ready to be all his, if he would have me.

"Eddie, please," I moaned as needy as ever, while my breathing quickened. "Please let me come this time."

"Mm, you think you deserve it?" He asked from between my shaking legs.

"Yes..." I said desperately as I felt the heat growing and my center clenching around him once more.

"Come for me, sweetheart. You've been such a good girl for me tonight," Eddie finally relented as he moved his lips back to my folds.

The instant that his lips were back on my core I could feel the waves of my orgasm ripping through me. I hit a high that I never had before, even by myself.

I held tightly onto Eddie's free hand, intertwining my fingers in his, and his sheets as he kept up his unwavering movements on my core. I rolled my hips against him while I wrapped my legs tighter around him, not wanting the ecstasy to ever end.

When the wave had crashed and Eddie could tell that I was nice and finished, he pulled his fingers from me and put them straight to his lips. He licked my juices clean from himself before he kissed me once more on the inside of my right thigh.

He looked up at me in a way he never had before. An openness behind his eyes was letting me in unlike any partner ever had. I pulled at his shoulders until he was laying on top of me and swirling his soft lips against mine.

I tried once more to reach for his jeans and he didn't stop me this time. I unbuckled his black leather belt and ripped it from his waist as we held our kiss.

Eddie's hands found their way to the back of my bra and undid the unnecessary piece of clothing. He whipped it behind him as his tongue began to dance with mine. I let him take the lead as I started to undo the button on his tight jeans.

When his pants were unfastened, I switched our position so that he was now the one laying back and I was the one kneeling between his toned legs. Through the thin fabric of his grey boxers, I could tell that he was ready for whatever I was going to do to him. His hardness had grown and the look in his eyes told me everything I needed to know.

Before I dared to pull his boxers down, I leaned up to kiss his lips once more. I moved my kisses slowly down his neck and chest, leaving my mark on his tattooed skin as I made my way lower and lower.

I was salivating as my fingers hovered over the edge of his boxers. My center was still throbbing from Eddie pleasing me but also from the anticipation of getting to make him feel as good as he had just made me.

"Are you sure?" Eddie asked when he misunderstood my eagerness for wariness. I wanted to do this, I just didn't want our time together tonight to come to an end.

"Yes, please," I said as I bit my lip and started to pull at the edge of his boxers.

I continued as I stared at his impressively large cock, lowering myself to just above his pink tip, "let me truly make the night up to you. I'm dying to taste you."

Eddie threw his head back into his mess of pillows and blankets as I sunk my mouth from the tip of him all the way to his base. I could feel him throb in between my cheeks as I held them suctioned around him.

I worked my way up and down him slowly as I adjusted to his size. I hadn't been with anyone quite as big as Eddie but he wasn't anything I couldn't handle. It actually made this easier, how long and thick he was.

I dug my nails into his thighs as he tensed them. Low moans were ripping from his lips as I picked up my speed a bit.

I traced down the muscle lines on his thighs with my left hand as I moved my right to grasp around his shaft. I moved it up and down on his wet hardness as I circled my lips around his tip.

"Jesus Christ, Violet," Eddie moaned loud enough for his neighbors to hear and the sound of my name leaving his mouth made my dewy skin erupt in chills.

I moved my hand away as I took all of him down my throat once more. While he was just hitting the back of my throat, I slid my tongue out and swept it across his balls. Eddie writhed underneath me from the pleasure and I could feel his cock start to throb again. He could barely contain himself.

Oh my god... He's so close...

I slowly worked my way back to his tip and kept a steady rhythm until I could tell he was about to come. I moved my hand back to his shaft as I got him closer and closer to his edge of pleasure.

"I'm- I'm so close, sweetheart," Eddie said, using the affectionate pet name that had earlier melted me. "Where do you want me, baby?"

Heat rushed to my cheeks at the sweet way he was talking to me with his cock deep down my throat. I loved making him feel this good. I had never truly enjoyed going down on a guy this much before, usually only girls, but it was different with Eddie. He was different than anyone I'd ever met and I would do anything to make him feel good.

I slowly moved my mouth from him, my lips making a loud popping sound at the loss of him, keeping my speed and pressure with my hand on him, "wherever you please."

I moved my mouth back to his tip and I could feel Eddie leaning up slightly to watch me as I finished him off. I slid effortlessly up and down his large shaft and I knew he was going to come any second.

"I want to come in that pretty mouth of yours if that's okay," Eddie moaned as his breathing quickened.

Eddie erupted into a loud moan of pleasure as I nodded slightly with him still between my lips and kept my motions slow and steady as I felt him release himself down my throat. I had never let a guy do this before and it was easier than I'd thought. It felt really good as his warm cum filled me.

I slowly lifted myself off of him, swallowing his finish as I pulled his boxers back up his legs. His breathing was staggered and low as my fingers lightly traced up his thighs. He succumbed to the delectable overstimulation and frantically pulled me up next to him.

I lay against him as we both fought to catch our breath. Eddie wrapped his arms tightly around me and held me close to him, our bare chests rising and falling in synchronicity. He moved one hand to run it up and down my arm, reigniting the goosebumps he'd been giving me all night.

"I don't think I'll ever get enough of you," Eddie said, breaking our comfortable silence.

"Oh, Eddie..." I breathed, taken aback by his tenderness after we had just devoured each other. I nestled my head into his chest and traced my fingers along his tattoos. "I'm sorry that you thought anything was going on with Steve and me. Actually um- well, I've never really done anything like this so soon with someone."

"Me neither," Eddie said as he pinched my arm lightly with his fingers. "And you already said sorry on my face tonight. All is forgiven, m'lady."

Eddie kissed my forehead before he sat and up moved out of the bed. He went to grab my clothes that he had strewn about his room. I laid in his bed, fully naked, until he gathered every piece of mine, and handed them back to me.

I stood up to get dressed but before I could slip on my jeans, Eddie tossed me some boxers to throw on. I was a little confused until he wrapped his arms around my waist and pulled me into him.

"Stay the night with me? For real this time?" Eddie asked as he kissed my neck and trailed his hands up and down my back.

"I did get a good night's sleep here..." I said playfully as he pulled back and smiled sweetly at me. "Of course, I'll stay with you, Eddie."

Eddie pulled me in for a tight hug before he let me get fully dressed. He slipped his own boxers back on and put on a faded Iron Maiden t-shirt. He went into the bathroom to freshen up and brush his teeth before bed and I waited, resting up against his desk while I processed everything that we had just done.

I never want to leave him... I wish we could stay here, in this moment, in this room, forever...

•••

After a few minutes, Eddie came back to the bedroom and I took my turn in the bathroom. He had initially offered for me to go first but I insisted that he should. He could get his place locked up while I was taking my turn.

I was quick using the bathroom, just finger brushing my teeth and peeing once more before bed. His boxers were a little snug on me but they were stretchy so they were just like a little pair of shorts. I turned off the light and walked down the dimly lit hallway back to Eddie's bedroom.

He was back and waiting for me in bed when I returned. He had turned off all of the lights except for the one right next to his bed and I stood in the doorway for just a moment, taking in how beautiful he looked in the low light. His jaw was stunningly illuminated in the warm glow and his curls rested perfectly around his face.

"What? What's wrong?" Eddie asked as he looked at me with a puzzled look.

"Nothings wrong, Eddie. Promise," I said, my cheeks reddening from slight embarrassment that he'd caught me staring so blatantly. "You're just- it's nothing. Sorry."

I walked over to the bed and crawled in next to Eddie. He lifted the blanket up for me and tucked me in when I laid my body against his.

"You can tell me," Eddie insisted.

I paused for a moment. I didn't want him to think I was weird but he had to know how I felt about him.

"You're just really beautiful. That's all," I said as I shut my eyes and rested my head against his shoulder.

"Mm," Eddie purred as he leaned over and kissed my forehead. "I've never been called that before..."

I leaned up and kissed his cheek lightly before laying back down. I could hear Eddie's breathing start to steady as we both slipped further and further off into sleepiness. I was just about to fall asleep when I heard Eddie murmur something to me.

"Please don't go in the morning," Eddie said as he snuggled even closer to me, if that were at all possible. "I had never had anyone stay the night before. It just scared me."

"I'm not going anywhere, Eds," I muttered, sleep dragging me into its grasp.

I relaxed further into his embrace and let sleep overtake me. It had been the longest night, in the best way, to fix the worst day that I'd had in a long time.

With Eddie, it was like time stood still. I'd forgotten all of my troubles and responsibilities and worries. He was the perfect medicine for my stress.

I like him so much... There's no way I'm going anywhere...

•••

A loud series of bangs on the outside of Eddie's trailer made me shoot up in bed. Eddie obviously had to have heard it too and sat up when I did. He reached for my hand and tightly gripped it in his before we both stood up and made our way to the front of his trailer.

"Stay back," Eddie warned as we neared the front door and I stayed standing in the kitchen.

Eddie peered out of the window in the living room before he started cracking up and walked over to the front door. He hadn't said anything so I didn't know what to think. I was just standing behind his counter, trembling in his boxers.

"Oh, this is perfect. It's a wake-up call," Eddie snickered as he threw the door open. "Morning Harrington, Robin."

I leaned over the counter and could see Robin and Steve storming into Eddie's trailer. They were both rambling frantically and Robin ran right to my side. They had been trying to find me all morning, apparently.

Oh god... The store... I fucking overslept...

I just stood there with Robin, who was now silent, as Steve continued his rant. We were all smirking while he went on and on.

"God! Where the hell have you been? I showed up at the fucking hotel this morning and you weren't there so I tried the store and, surprise, nothing there. I drove to this one's house," Steve continued as he pointed toward Robin, who threw her hands up. "You could have at least called. Shit, what is wrong with you? Are you okay? Why are you here?"

Steve threw his hands dramatically on his hips and caught his breath while he waited for me to answer him. I didn't want to laugh and further anger him but it was nearly impossible to keep it together.

"I saw Eddie outside of the bar when I left and he gave me a ride, Steve," I answered, not lying but not telling the full story. It was nobody's business what happened between us, other than Eddie and myself.

I continued, "I'm so sorry. I just overslept. Let me get dressed and we can head into the store. I'm so, so sorry, guys. I didn't mean to freak you out." I walked back into Eddie's bedroom, Eddie hot on my heels, and I could hear Steve asking Robin a few more questions.

"Eddie and Violet?" Steve asked and Robin didn't answer, or at least I couldn't hear her reply.

"Well, she still could have called. But why would he take her back here? We've smoked at that hotel before and Eddie always has joints on him," Steve continued. "Oh... oh. Got it."

•••

I sat on Eddie's bed for a second while I yawned, still half asleep despite our abrupt awakening. Eddie was rifling through his drawers for something and tossed me a shirt when he had found what he was looking for.

"Here, you can take this today," Eddie said with a smile as he walked over to me. "Bet it'll look better than that spirit-wear you're sporting."

I took off the shirt I had borrowed from Steve and slipped on the one that Eddie had given me. Just like Steve's, it was tighter on me than it probably fit Eddie but it made my chest look really nice and would be cute tucked into my jeans. I also loved that Eddie had given me such an obviously special shirt to wear.

I walked over to the mirror and checked out my outfit when I was fully dressed. Eddie had given me a shirt with his band's logo, the same one as on his hand-painted poster, to wear for the day.

He came up behind me in the mirror and slid his fingers around my throat. I leaned back into him as he fastened my citrine necklace back around my neck. I rested my hand on his as he finished putting my favorite piece of jewelry back on.

"There," Eddie said when he had closed the clasp. "You earned it anyways."

"Thanks, Eds," I said as I stared at the both of us in the mirror while Eddie wrapped his arms around my waist.

I continued as he kissed lightly down my neck, "and thank you for last night. That was..."

"You don't have to thank me, sweetheart," Eddie whispered in my ear and my heart started to race as he toyed with the hem of my jeans a little. "Just let me do it again sometime."

"Please," I said as I closed my eyes for a moment and drank in the essence of him wrapped around me.

Eddie spun me around and kissed me once before we walked out of his room and down the short hallway back to the kitchen. Robin and Steve were sitting in the living room, waiting for us. I hoped that they hadn't heard Eddie and me, since we'd been talking quietly, but it was silent in Eddie's trailer, so I couldn't be quite sure.

"Where's Wayne? I've got a question about my car for him and he got me patched right up last time," Steve asked Eddie as he stood up off the couch.

"He's working nights again," Eddie said as he leaned against the counter next to me. "He usually stops for a beer or breakfast on the way home. Must be out somewhere."

"Oh damn, again?" Steve asked as he crossed his arms. "Oh alright. Well, we need to get heading into the store. Tell him to call me later when you see him?"

"Will do, Steve, will do," Eddie said as we all started walking toward the front door.

I followed Steve and Robin out to his car while Eddie stood leaning in the doorway. I buckled my strap and sank back into the comfortable seat, prepping for the barrage of questions I would no doubt soon endure from my friends.

By some stroke of luck, I got to stall for just a little longer. In the chaos of this morning, I realized that I had forgotten my bag and Steve's shirt inside.

"Wait Steve," I said as I undid my seatbelt and started opening the car door before Steve could put his car into drive.

"Jesus, Violet. What is it?" Steve said as he whipped around to look at me in the backseat.

"Nothing I-" I started, taken aback as to why Steve still seemed to be a bit upset with me. "I left my bag inside. Just give me a second."

I jumped out of the car before Steve could protest and hurried back to Eddie's front door. My bag was sitting on the couch where I had left it the night before and it would only take me a moment to retrieve it.

Unless Eddie decides to handcuff me to his bed and stay here with him... I wouldn't be able to say no to a proposition that...

"Back for more already?" Eddie teased as he stood there, still propped in his doorway.

"I just forgot my bag, and Steve's shirt," I said as I rushed by Eddie and sauntered into his place.

I made my way back to his bedroom, fetched the shirt from the bed where I'd tossed it, and went to grab my tote bag from the couch. Eddie was still standing in the doorway, waiting for me.

This time when I walked out, Eddie grabbed my hand before I could leave. My heart felt like it skipped a beat whenever he touched me.

"Not so fast, sweetheart," Eddie said as he pulled me into him and slipped a hand around the back of my neck, drawing me even closer.

Before I could even think, his lips were on mine. I threw my arms around him and moved my lips in sync with his for a moment before pulling away.

Eddie held onto my hand until I was down the few steps, leaning forward and almost falling, while he waved goodbye to me.

"Come by the store later, if you're free. Bye, Eddie," I yelled as I stepped one foot into Steve's car, the door still open from when I'd run back into Eddie's.

I returned his wave as I sunk into the car and closed the door behind me. I smiled to myself and bit my thumb's fingernail as I thought about our night of pure bliss together. Steve and Robin's jaws were gaping open as they turned to face me.

Steve just shook his head, threw the car in drive, and before we could even get down the street, my interrogation began. They couldn't believe that I had just spent the night with Eddie, and frankly, neither could I.

•••

"Okay, I know I should ask you how you are and be mad that you were missing all morning but I have to know," Robin started. "So, what happened?"

Robin raised her eyebrows at me as she inquired about my previous night. My cheeks flushed with crimson as I tried to play it cool. I could practically still feel Eddie's lips on mine and I wanted to keep most of our time together as just that, between us. Well, I would probably fill Robin in later but I didn't want to say anything in front of Steve.

"I just needed a ride home and Eddie wanted to smoke, and we came here. We watched a movie and I passed out without realizing it," I answered and Robin gave me a look that told me she knew there was more than I was letting on.

I continued, deflecting from any more questions, "so, what's wrong with your car, Steve?"

"What's wrong with my car is that I've had to drive all over town this morning, looking for you, while you've been here getting high with Eddie," Steve said with a smug chuckle. "But no, um, my starter keeps getting stuck. Might be time to trade this baby in."

"Steve, this car is fine. You don't need a new one," Robin scoffed as she pulled down the mirror to check her light face of makeup. "And Violet, nice try. We can talk about it later."

"So, you and Eddie, huh?" Steve asked as he looked at me in the review mirror. "Be careful with that."

I instantly felt judged and didn't know what to say back. I thought that Eddie and Steve were friends, so the fact that he seemed to be dissing Eddie made me quite uncomfortable.

There wasn't anything I needed to be careful about with Eddie. He had such a genuinely good heart and soul, I could already tell. I didn't know where any of this was coming from.

I turned my attention out the window and started at the town passing by as we say in silence. Robin slid her hand between her seat and the door, resting it on my knee to comfort me. She could tell that I was upset over how harsh Steve was being.

What had been one of the best nights of my life now felt slightly tarnished. I was trying not to let Steve's attitude or words get to me, but I trusted and I respected his opinion. I didn't want him to think less of me for falling into something too quickly with Eddie, but he wasn't someone to be warned about.

I bit my lip and held back a few tears that were welling. I rested my hand on top of Robin's and squeezed it. She knew how to make me feel seen and understood even without saying anything.

"Robin, do you mind picking up the morning shift with us?" I asked as I swallowed my tears and refused to acknowledge Steve.

I continued, "I can pay you double for the extra hours. We just need people in the store to start making up for the losses that Paul put on me."

"Of course," Robin said as she flashed her pretty smile back at me. "And you don't have to pay me extra. I was already planning on it. Steve here isn't going to be much help with his hangover either."

For the rest of the ride, unfocused my attention back out of the window. Today was going to be another long day. I was going to have to be at the store until close, then needed to get my car from Steve's, shower, and meet Max at her place to hang out.

There was so way in hell that I would cancel my plans with her but I needed to mentally prepare for another long day. At least today wouldn't bring another store robbery, at least I desperately hoped so.

•••

Our day at work had been rather uneventful, much to relief for all of us. After the break-in yesterday, we couldn't handle any other turbulence while we got back on our feet.

Steve had spent the day reorganizing the back of the store. We wanted to switch some of the movie sections around and he accepted the task without any grief. I was pretty sure that he was trying to avoid me and I wasn't going to stop him.

I got the back office in order, salvaging the paperwork and records that I could, while Robin manned the front desk of the store. Since it was nearing the end of the week, business was picking up and we had a steady stream of customers all day. Steve and I took turns helping her at the desk during the surges.

•••

The day was almost over, but we still had about 45 minutes left of open hours before we closed for the day. I had spent the last hour or so reorganizing the remaining expense and sales reports, trying to get a handle on what we had left. I decided that next week, I was going to have to buckle down and secure a partnership with a theatre for the store. We didn't have any time to waste, at this point.

I had heard the bell on the front door ring about six times in a couple of minutes and made my way to the front desk to help lighten the load. I was greeting some customers who were shopping the action section when I started backing up, heading to stand behind the desk, when I bumped into Steve.

"Oh, sorry," Steve said as he backed away from me. "You got this?"

"I think everyone is just looking around for now. Robin can probably handle it for a couple minutes. Do you think we can talk for a second?" I asked, wanting to settle any of the animosity I felt had brewed between us.

"Uh, yeah. Sure we can," Steve said as he crossed his arms and leaned back against the counter.

"In the back?" I questioned, motioning toward the back storeroom.

Steve nodded and followed me toward the back of the store. I clenched my palms as I felt him close behind me. We hadn't known each other for very long but I didn't like the tension between us. I didn't want to upset Steve but I was going to do whatever made my heart happy. Eddie isn't someone to be worried about.

•••

Steve and I stood in silence for a few moments before either one of us dared to speak. I could tell that he felt as awkward as me, since he was usually always talking about something.

I opened my mouth to speak but Steve beat me to the punch, "so, what did you want to um, talk about?"

"What was all that earlier?" I asked, getting straight to the point, as I rested against a shelf full of our back-stock tapes.

"What was all what?" Steve asked, playing dumb as he glared at me.

"What's your issue with Eddie? I understand that I should have called you and told you where to pick me up for work. I get it, you don't have to take me over the coals for it and drag him in the process," I slightly ranted.

"I don't have a problem with Eddie," Steve said as he rolled his eyes.

"You could have fooled me when you were trying to warn me to stay away from him earlier," I challenged.

"Okay, seriously Violet, when did I do that?" Steve asked.

"Oh my God, Steve. You've got to be fucking kidding me," I said as I moved away from the shelf and started pacing.

"Violet, we really should get back to Rob-" Steve started but I put my hand up, telling him to be quiet.

"Steve, please just be honest with me," I said as I stepped closer to me. "Why would you say that about him? I just- I just don't understand."

"You've got it all wrong. Eddie is one of my best friends. I know that we mess around a lot and you haven't seen us together all that much but I didn't mean anything by it. I was telling you to be careful with him," Steve said, and I instantly felt like such an asshole. "I don't want him getting hurt."

"What? I-" I started. "I thought..."

"You should have just asked me instead of hating me all day," Steve said with a shrug.

"I don't hate you, Steve. I just- I'm sorry," I said as I rested my hand on his arm.

"It's okay. I promise," Steve said with a smile, finally softening his previously prickly disposition. "Eddie's just- He's a private guy that doesn't let anyone in and don't get me wrong, I think you're great but I did just meet you, and Eddie and I- we've been through a lot together, let's just say that."

"Yeah, I know a little bit about that. Just some bits that Max told me and I wouldn't do anything to hurt him, Steve. You can trust me," I said as I walked toward the door to the main part of the store.

"Alright well, let's help Hawkins rent some of the finest viewing material this place has to offer, shall we?" Steve said as he along his arm around my shoulder and we walked out together. "Oh, by the way, we're dressing as murderers and victims this Saturday, for the party. Our group, that is. Pick one and come as that."

"Okay, okay," I said as I fiddled my fingers together. "I can work with that. Do you need any help setting up for it or anything?"

"Mhmm, mhmm," Steve said as we reached the cash register and waited for ready customers to check out. "Robin and a few of the others are coming over to my place to help tomorrow night. I'm getting pizza and a few beers, then I'll probably need help picking up some more booze on Saturday morning, if you can help with that."

"Of course, Steve," I said as we turned our attention to the customers that were walking up to check out. "Alright, let's get these last guys checked out and start closing a little early. I need to get a shower in after I get my car, before I meet Max later."

•••

The last bit of work flew by. We were busy the entire rest of the shift, unable to close early, but we were able to get out right on time. The only thing that would have made it better would have been an update from the police chief, but I knew he'd get back to me as soon as he could.

When we were all finished and locked up, I loaded into Steve's car with him and Robin. I took the back seat again and buckled my seatbelt when I sat down.

"Don't forget these this time," Steve said as he tossed me the paper bag containing my coffee-soaked clothes. "I washed 'em too."

"Oh, thanks," I said as I grabbed the bag which now smelled of fresh cotton dryer sheets instead of chocolate syrup and coffee. "You didn't have to do that, thank you."

"It was no problem," Steve said. "Robin here knocked a beer on me before we left The Hideout last night, so I had to run a load anyway."

"I have your shirt in my bag. I can wash it with mine or do you just want it now?" I asked as I reached for it in my bag.

"That is my lucky shirt, so I'll take it now. Thanks," Steve said as he grabbed it and set it on the center console. "Well, it looks like we're here."

Steve pulled into his driveway and I smiled seeing my bumper-sticker-covered car. I said my goodbyes to Steve, thanked him for the ride, and headed to my car to leave and get ready for my night with Max.

I had grabbed a few movies I thought that she would like, so I was looking forward to a nice, relaxing night with my cousin. We hadn't spent time like this together in forever, other than our brief hang out at the arcade other night.

The only thing that would have made to day better was if Eddie had been able to come into the store. In the busyness of the day, I hadn't even realized he hadn't come in, until we were walking out the door to leave. I had asked him last minute to come in, and he hadn't given me an answer, but still. It was baffling to me how involved I already was with Eddie but it wasn't something I could control.

It's like we're drawn to each other...

"Hey, wait up," Robin said as she ran up to my open car window. "Any chance you can drop a friend off at home before you hang with your cousin?"

"Get in," I smiled as I popped in my Fleetwood Mac cassette into the player.

"Thank you, thank you, thank you," Robin said as she slid into my seat and waved goodbye to Steve, who was standing by his garage, waiting for us to safely drive away.

Robin continued as I pulled out of the driveway, "okay, now tell me what really happened with Eddie."

I gulped as I prepared my answer. I wasn't quite sure what to say but at least I knew I had a trustworthy friend in Robin.

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Principal of Pleasure part 5

Clark & Dick agree to meet up and it is the late Jonathan Kent cabin. Clark & Dick Contemplate what they will expect when they meet alone for the first time facing each other since the flood. 

Superman x Nightwing pairing

Clark

I suggest to Dick instead of meeting in a motel we meet up at Pa’s old cabin. I renovated it for over ten years Pa just wanted to make extra cash and he thought this was a good idea to rent the cabin out.

I loved it yes it needed help but with a little tlc it would be nice I thought. Lois never liked it and she never came up here again when I showed it to her and told me to sell it, I fixed it so nicely it was small but it was good enough to withstand the winter and any other harsh weather.

All together the kitchen and bedroom and washroom are all in one room it was nothing fancy but it was good enough for outdoor living.

I didn’t want a motel it was not what I want... I asked him to come here for the weekend that was last Sunday now we are Friday, I didn’t want to hang out at a dirty motel. 

As I wait for Dick I sit on the king size bed putting wood in the fireplace it was extremely cold out here so I came early to heat the place up.

I didn’t want him to stay in his car to heat himself up when he could be in here.

I shoveled the path to get into the cabin the snow was inches too high this year it was insane and I had to keep doing it because old man winter was not listening to me for him to stop snowing.

Dick

I took a plain and now I’m driving there to Clark’s cabin I insisted for him not to fly us here together.

I wanted to think before I got there I needed to be alone It was the best way.  Clark alone together in the middle of nowhere with very heavy snow fall was something that I was never going to expect ever in my life I would have bet many things but not this.

I’am nervous as hell as the roads are slippery here this was not a good combo. I went through tough situations in my life but I still can’t process what’s happening right now. As of right now I was going to drive and go to Clark’s cabin and meet with Clark Superman for what is exactly ?

Fuck shit god damn I thought to myself I breathed I knew we aren’t going to bake cookies together but I didn’t bring any protection I thought. 

As I get closer to the cabin I look on my google map to see if there is a convenience store around, Just how am I kidding there isn’t anything for miles so I just need to just deal with it this weekend and just go with the flow.

Clark   

I sit on the bed when I hear steps towards the door a hesitant knock at the door. “It’s open Dick.” I called out to him.

He opens the door covered in snow from his short walk to the cabin.

“God look at you warm up by the fire.” I laughed and got up and dusted the snow off of him. “Hey Clark warming up sounds good to me.” I watched him go towards the fireplace and hesitated when he saw the bed and continued on his way to the fireplace.

Dick went close to the fire put up his hands and I could see him relax against the heat. 

I enjoyed watching him he was all snug in his winter attire.

Barbra is lucky.

“Are you hungry I mean I have hot chocolate if you want to defrost and I’ve got pasta boiling.” I said getting closer to him I took off his tuck and ruffled his dark locks soft to the touch I remember doing that a lot when he was young.

“It will dry faster by the fire quicker.” and I place his tuck next to the fireplace. He looked at me and his blue eyes watched me he didn’t say anything but his eyes said so much, I was naive thinking that this will only lead us to just a conversation and cup of hot chocolate I knew better then that.

I knew this little trip would eventually get us in bed either way.

“Clark.”

“Yes.”

“I left my stuff in the car I need to get them.”

“Uh let me get them.” I told him he gave me his keys and I went off to his car.

The snow kept falling and I opened the trunk of his car and got his duffle bag. I walked back and looked around as it looked like winter wonderland out here.

I went in and Dick sitting on the bed coat unzipped as he watched the flames of the fire.

“I’m sorry no tv or anything like that here.”  I told him I put down his bag on the floor next to the bed.

“I turned off my phone when I got here I didn’t want anyone reaching me for now.” He said abruptly looking  at the fire biting his lip.

His cheeks rosy red from the cold I stared at him for a few moments. “Ok it’s your choice.” I lifted his chin up to look at me and stroke his hair my finger’s brushing his locks I couldn’t help what I was doing it came out of nowhere. “Clark... what are we doing Clark have you ever been with a man before.” Dick said looking up at me watching me I knew this wasn’t going to be a hey how you doing type of thing let’s talk about the weather.

“Yes I’ve been with man before and you ?” I said I didn’t no much about his dating life even before this I had know idea about his private life if he was ever with another man.

“Kay that makes both of us then you do have protection.” He said my touch started to wander to his neck and on to his adam apple I started rubbing it he shy away from my touch he’s either was ticklish there or it was a sweet spot.

“Sorry I’m sensitive there.” I looked down at him and sat on the bed it creaked from under my weight it was an old bed but it was big enough for the both of us I thought.

“Where else are you sensitive tell me so that I could know.”

“No you have to find that out on your own.”

“Ok Dick.” I started touching him my hands groping his body I took off his heavy coat and threw it next to the bag. 

“Can I kiss you Dick.” I said I started to take off my thick knitted sweater and threw it on top of his coat.

I had a red flannel blouse under it and I started to unbutton it. “Your pasta Clark.” Dick exclaimed I got up and closed the small old stove the water boiling over.

I went back to him and standing over him he unzipped his pants and shaky hands unzipped mine he was nervous and so was I but I dreamed about things like this and now it was actually happening.

Dick moved up on the head of the bed and I laid next to him.

“Can I kiss you.”

“Yes.”

We we’re on each other like lightening both exploring each other mouth my tongue seeking his out.

I was on top of him pressing myself on him touching him feeling him it was so wonderful to have him all to myself.

We started to disrobe each other the only sounds are the fireplace crackling and our heavy breathing.    

We are completely naked and I drank the sight of his muscles there were no words to describe him right now.

He put his legs around my waist giving me a sign that I needed to move this along.

We are so excited and are cocks erected the emotions between us were escalating quickly I couldn’t control my myself I was so in rapture.

“God I can’t take this anymore can you just put it in side of me please Clark I swear I’ll make it good.” Dick was begging me for it.

I slipped it in no lube and he squirmed underneath me holding my shoulders squeezing them swearing and cursing me at the same time.

Dick started moving from underneath me it was all a blur and a mess  we kept rolling around on the bed while I was inside of him. 

“God yes Clark your hitting the right spot just like that.” As Dick worked my cock like a pro. 

I pulled his hair. “Tell me you want this as much as I do.”  I yanked his hair he looked at me half-lidded. “Yes I want this as much as you do.” I let go of his hair. “I don’t want you to regret this or blame me after do you understand me.” I said hissing at him getting close to my orgasm.

“OH Yes no regrets.” Dick cried out as he came all over his belly. 

I shouted my release thick deep inside of him as I rocked us.

I rolled off him and we stayed quiet for awhile. “Wow that was wow I can’t right now.” Wow is right I didn’t think we would be doing this quickly I didn’t want things to be to soon. 

I wanted us to warm up to it and take things slow it didn’t work out that way it just happen I don’t regret it though. 

 End of part 5 next is part 6

Thank you for reading

[wytfut]

Gramps (Baldwin Kruse), my Grandfather

Interesting wonderful man. 

Owned his own farm (owed no one). From what I understad...only an 8th grade education. Wanted to go to school as a Dr., but his father talked him out of it, as Dr.s back then in the rural areas were paid with chickens, eggs, and cream.

During the depression to keep busy and an income .... he was a part time REA linesman (maybe where the idea came from for me to be one). Fixed cream separators (I have a box of his business cards). And walked all of his fields, destroying weeds. 

He’d walk his fields and pile the weeds, then burn them. For decades after the depression, his fields were some of the cleanest in the county, due to that hard work for several years.. 

Gramps never ever bought anything new. Was not brand loyal. All of his farm equipment was used, and all of the brands thru the years.... except I don’t remember any john deeres. Same with his cars/trucks... 

Every winter, he’d rebuild what ever needed rebuilding. Tractors, combine, car, truck.... in his shop. Had to be so very cold in there. Open gaps around the slider doors. Dirt floor. No insulation. He had an oil stove in there, and I know he kept it pumping hard... but nothing to move the heat or keep it in the building. 

I’m assuming that is why he owed no one any money.

Raised milk cattle, chickens, pigs, and irrigated corn, meadow hay.

Very religious.... at least he was very church going (my uncle his son, became a Methodist minister with quite the reputation) , plus bible time at least once a week. Didn’t curse, Drink, Smoke, Dance,... and had adapted with the changing of time to play parlor games. 

He’d sing at church.... at pretty good volume, but he had a tin ear. It would make me giggle sometimes. 

He’d also sing to his cows when milking. All in the same horrible voice. 

I’d have loved to know him at a similar ages. An outgoing guy, and eager to learn. Not afraid of hard work. Liked people in general, and not shy.

The above pictures are him on his 1926 Harley Davidson. Stories within the family said that His wife Amy (my grandmother) only let him own it for 2 days. But I suspect he owned it quite a bit longer than that. Maybe for a stretch before they were married, and then short time afterwards? 

Interesting note on the license plate.... look closely. Its a howard county motorcyle plate(49), 1928, and its plate number is #1.   So the plate number reads 49-1. I don’t know why but I find that very fascinating, even though it means nothing.

As I grew up into an adult, Gramps and I became more friends than relatives. I was always excited to see him, and him to I. Once Gramps/Amy moved off the farm to retirement, they moved into a brand new house. To keep busy Gramps started going to farm sales (auctions). And everytime we got together, he’d get all excited to show me his newest purchase/find. 

I remember one time he bought a 2 cyclinder Maytag ( a luxury back in the day compared to the singles), and was so excited he brought it into the living room to show me. It was very cool actually (Luke owns it now), but Gramma Amy had a fit..... with that filthy greasy thing in HER Livingroom.

Thru the years he built a sizable collection of antiques. Mostly tools but it was eclectic, ..... Vet tools, kitchen and household small items. This was a huge collection. And for me it was full of awesomeness. Stuff we just don’t see anymore. Some of it was very rare. A lot of it was just amazing.  His vision on what he thought needed to be preserved  was astonishing. 

A very thoughtful move on my Grandfathers part was to label everything with tags. Wire tags in his hand writing. Thru the years some of the tags started to go missing with handling. And a lot of them became difficult to read. BUT I owned this collection a long long time, and really had a pretty good idea what everything was, and how it was used. Due to the tags and Gramps showing/telling me how they all worked. Being a city kid, I think I just may know a lot more about these items historically (not value wise) than the average schmoe.

Gramps passed partially due to his not being able to sit around. Their new house, the roof leaked or he was worried about it leaking above the attached garage. So he was on the roof pulling snow off of it, with a long aluminum pipe and a wide flat piece... like a snow plow on a stick. 

The long aluminum pole got into the 240 volts right next to house up in the air between 2 telephone poles. They say it killed him immediately. He rolled off the roof, onto the ground, where the impact restarted his heart.

side note:... I’m guessing on the power. Secondaries (240 volts) are the lowest hanging power lines. But in many small towns with older engineering/design, its quite possible it may have been primary lines (7200 volts), as they could have been hanging much lower that todays code. Who knows. .... as an old instructor taught years ago.... 110 volts in the right circumstances can kill 110 people if they are all holding hands .... 

Gramps survived for several weeks with internal burns. They had him pumped full of pain medication, but I still  feel to this day it was a painful long death.  I did get to see him at a burn Unit in Omaha before he passed. He was puffed up (burn swelling I’m sure), but conscious, and gave me a big smile. 

After Amy and Gramps were both gone, the family had a house sale. With a bit of discussion.... “where is Gramps collection going to go?”

Lowen with the families agreement, thought it should go to me. But all family members would have first pick of anything in the collection. I was completely fine with it, with one exception.

It didn’t piss me off..... but I really liked that one piece, as I’ve never seen one since. It was a 2 handled post hole digger. It was designed with scrappers inside, that would slide down the scoopss when you opened up the handles, cleaning off the stuck mud on the scoops. Gramps called it a mudder post hole digger... or something to that affect.

Steve Frimann, my cousin picked that out as his. I couldn’t complain, as he had used that very tool MANY MANY times in his life (walking the fence line). He and his brother were both raised by Amy/Gramps. I had only admired it. 

On cleaning out the house.... they had an auction. The Gramps antique collection was hid away. But there were a few more items added to the collection as the auction went. Due to too cheaply bid, or no bid. .... 

With my inherited collection, I brought out my pickup and a pickup trailer box, and filled both to the brim. Huge amount..... for a retired farmer and his grandson.

I was at this time just getting into Camp Creek Threshers (the steam and antique ag show) annual show here in Waverly..... and got all the most unusual pieces mounted on a board to show at Camp Creek.... Had a lot of folks interest. .... This was 20 plus years ago. It was fun. I think I showed 2-3 years. 

I even had folks sometimes showing up at our old house in Waverly wanting to see certain pieces, or wanting to borrow, and even buy.

From there the collection I hung the best of the best in my shop, once moved onto the acreage.... which in turn would start conversation, humor, and interest with visitors. Lots of “smacking my head” type of thing. This collection was overwhelming with what was included, hard for the average guy to comprehend.

A few winters ago... just before covid, I made a big decision to decide the outcome of the “collection”. I truly loved it, and it represented Gramps memories to me. But no one was seeing a large portion of it, ever, as it was all stored away. I was feeling a bit out of control and selfish. 

I bit the bullet and decided to part ways with it. My thoughts were and still are.... hoping that more people can see all of this stuff. Thats the way Gramps looked at this collection. It wasn’t a value thing, it was an Educational thing. Of forgotten technology and times. 

I alerted all the great grandsons of Baldwin. My 3 and my Sisters 3, of my plans. and told them the same thing Lowen had come up with..... Pick out your favorite items. 

This turned into something a bit humorous. 2 fold....

Apparently the “boys” thought I wasn’t serious, and some thought maybe I was dying. ... I was a bit disappointed not knowing these thoughts, and what the “boys” picked out ... well, it wasn’t anything. It was like they were being humble and didn’t want to appear greedy. I’d of been very happy to give anyone of them all of the collection..   but no, they’d just nit pick thru some smalls... basically something they could fit in a pocket.... LOLOLOL!!

So I started selling the stuff....originally on ebay, which was very ugly, then to facebook “market place”. A few items sold via word of mouth to hungry collectors. These type of folks when they’d show up, wanted to see everything, before they left.

I wasn’t looking to become rich but I got educated quickly. Although a lot of the pieces could’ve been very collectible price wise.... No one wanted to pay for shipping of heavy iron pieces. For example, I’d sell a piece for $15, and shipping would be $35. Because of that, $15 dollar items were mostly sold at $5. 

As I’m slogging thru all of this stuff (lots to do, selling stuff via www, pictures, replying, shipping, etc.)... the “boys” started questioning was actually was going on. I had been “at it” for a couple of strong weeks by this time.

Luke in particualar. ... it wasn’t uncommon for Luke to text or call me after posting for sale items....    “you are selling that?”  “ Where was that, I’ve never seen that before.”  “any way I can have that one?” ....   I’m still laughing. 

Yeah.... Luke got a bunch of loose pieces that I took down off market place. I think Devin got a few too. 

Funny thing, is I still have a wall full of “new” stuff hung up, plus a drawer full I need to find a home for. This is stuff that no one appeared to want. There  was interest, but the interested parties just wanted me to give it to them for free. I couldn’t do that, unless they showed up at my door, and that didn’t happen.

its a funny thing living outside of Lincoln. Lincoln/Omaha folks think you are in a 3 world country, and millions of miles away. I had purchasers beg me to deliver purchased items to them.... meeting them at public places..... all for $4 item. I stopped doing that very early in the game. They just couldn’t “DRIVE ALL THE WAY TO WAVERLY???”

I’m wasn’t looking for profit, but I wasn’t going to spend $20 in fuel for a $5 item. And then of course there would be whining related to that. “why can’t you deliver it??.....”

Had a guy argue hard core with me about 2 items I had for sale. There was just no way that it was as described in my ad. This guy kept messaging me, and insisting.  I finally blocked him from commenting. To me it didn’t matter if he was correct or not, I just know that is what Gramps said it was. It was a few weeks later, he bought a few items from me. I had remembered his name. He didnt bring up his argument, and I played dumb. Thank you for your time.... 

Well Gramps I hope I did you good....   

Steam engine wrenches. Not RxR branded.

Hearing aid. Sold to a tattoo artist in Fremont

“Mole” trap.

Early adjustable wrench built here in Nebraski. I don’t remember the town, but someone from that town bought it. So its back there.

“Hay Hock”... used to pull hay out of a weathered old hay stack. Used most commonly at “Hay markets” before the sale.

Hand replanter. This isn’t very uncommon, as you’ll see lots of these around. But are interesting. If a certain portion of your field got washed out, you could replant that part of the your field with this replanter. Also could be used for garden, if you had the proper “die”. 

[gaysimpsstuff]

Accidental Turn-Ons; Hawks x Dom! Reader

Genre: angst to fluff to smut

Type: Oneshot

Summary: Hawks returns home from a mission, clearly exhausted, and you take the time to give him a little massage! However, it doesn’t quite have the effects you expected.

Word Count: 3.5K

Warnings: minor dub-con (Y/n doesn't know that what they're doing is sexual for Hawks), stress, minor injuries, Keigo's adorable bird tendencies, sexual innuendo, dom y/n, wing play, feather play, nicknames, edging, dacryphilia, handjobs, aftercare

Other: Yo this might actually be my best smut yet

Inspiration: This was actually inspired by my own piece of work, MHA Characters + Their Biggest Kinks where I spoke about Hawks’ wing and back kink and how it relates to his avian traits.

Taglist: @smolchildfangirl @mandalorian-baby-bird @waffleareniceandfluffy @catcherisvibin @thesubtlewhore @popcatx0

You paced the living room, glancing between the TV and the door. The news station had cut away from the fight five minutes ago, which meant your boyfriend was either in the hospital getting treated for any injuries he might have sustained, dealing with fans, dealing with paperwork, or on his way home.

Your phone buzzed and you raced to grab it off the couch, fearing an incoming call from the hospital, or a news alert about the well-being of the man you loved.

You bit the inside of your cheek as you realized it was just an email from work, not even marked important. You tossed your phone back onto the couch with a groan.

Wasted build-up. Your mind grumbled

Your eyes flicked back to the TV, watching as the reporter rambled on about yet another stupid thing America had going on as you waited for something, anything to happen. Right when you were getting ready to pick your phone back up from the couch cushions when you heard a light tap tap tappity tap against the thick glass of the sliding glass door that led to your balcony.

You dashed across the living room, accidentally knocking a chair over as you raced to reach the sliding glass door that led to the balcony. You'd recognize his special knock any day, even if he changed it all the time whenever he forgot it. You always had patience with him, you knew he had too many things on his mind with Hero Work to always remember a random knock.

You grabbed the handle, yanking the door open with a wide grin, finally laying eyes on your bird boy. He had a hand stuffed in his pocket, the other rubbing at the back of his neck.

"Hey, Y/n. So sorry I'm late, been flying all day so naturally I'm a little sore. No excuse for missing movie night but-"

"I'm just so glad you're here!" You exclaimed, taking his cheeks in your hands and rubbing at his cheekbones. "I'm so sorry you're hurting, come inside I'll get a heating pack, or a cooling pack, maybe some lotion and I could give you a massage." You babbled, tugging him inside.

"A massage and some cuddles sound great," he sighed, eyes tired. You never liked the fact that Keigo was a hero. He worked too hard, too much, and for so long. He was still young, he should be appreciating life and spending time on himself and with his lover and not with the commission. "Oh I uh, I found this for you."

He took one of your hands off his face, taking his other hand out of his pocket and pressing something cold and smooth into your palm. You opened your fingers, a soft smile growing on your face at the sight of a smooth pretty white rock with grey and black speckles.

"Oh, Kei, this is beautiful. I love it~" you pressed a kiss to Keigo's cheek, loving the way he trilled. He was always so excited to pick up random items he found pretty or interesting, and he'd always give them right to you. It was truly adorable, you loved his gifts. His wings fluttered in happiness for a moment before he winced slightly in pain, happiness vanished in a reminder of his stress from the day.

"Ouch, okay, sitting down time," he muttered, stumbling past you to flop down on the couch. You grabbed the lotion from the kitchen counter (you kept it there for whenever he came home with sore muscles). You set the stone down on the coffee table, tapping it twice in a small show of affection before sitting next to Keigo.

"Shirt off Birdie," you said, squirting some lotion into your palm before rubbing them together.

"Hey, at least buy me a drink first," he chuckled, tugging his jacket off and peeling off his tight hero shirt. You sighed, deciding not to comment on his tacky flirting, knowing you'd been dating for almost a year now.

He turned his back to you, crossing his legs. He folded his wings, lowering them to give you access to his shoulders and shoulder blades. You pressed your fingers against one of his shoulders, finding a large knot almost immediately. You heard him hiss, and your frown increased.

"I know it hurts but it will hurt a lot less when I'm finished," you told him, pressing a gentle kiss to the nape of his neck. The hair there rose against your skin, a shiver shooting down his spine. You blinked, confused at his reaction. Maybe it was uncomfortable for him. You resolved not to kiss there again.

You continued to rub against his tightened muscles, listening to his soft hisses and groans. You pulled away after about six minutes, picking up the lotion bottle and squirted some more into your palms.

"Hey, when you finish with mm~ when you finish with that shoulder could you do around my wing joints? Down my spine, y'know?"

"Are there muscles there?" you asked, most people didn't have muscles down their spines, usually it was just the ridges of said bones.

"Yeah, I do," he explained quickly. You nodded pressing into his knot, slowly working down when it eased up. You moved your fingers downwards, feeling his shoulder blades and spine before reaching his wings joints. He shuddered, similar to when you kissed his neck, but a little larger. You hummed, pressing your fingers down and finding another knot, right where his skin turned to bright red feathers.

"Oh, yeah, yeah right there that's perfect." You glanced back up at him, confused, he didn't usually speak when you massaged him, he'd also never asked for a massage so close to his wings, he was usually very cautious about having his wings touched. Maybe he'd just gotten tired of dealing with wing pains by himself, it was probably a lot different from other knots.

"I'm so sorry you have to deal with this," you cooed. "You really deserve a break, it's not healthy to work this hard all the time."

"I know, Little Feather, but it's nng- n-not my fault. The citizens need me." he panted. You sighed, moving your other hand to work out both wings' knots at the same time.

Keigo's head flopped forward, and his hand flew up to slap over his mouth, holding back a soft whine. You lifted an eyebrow in suspicion, there were only a few times when you heard him make noises like that.

Slowly, you pressed your fingers down closer to the underside, right over a few of his downy feathers.

"Oh fuck~" he hissed.

"Okay, that's it." you lifted your hands away from them, holding them in the air. "What the hell's going on with you?" His head whipped around so fast you were surprised it was still attached to his neck. His golden eyes widened, pupils blowing out, nearly completely covering the honey iris.

"W-what?" he exclaimed, feathers puffing up.

"I'm sorry if I seem mad, I'm not, I'm just- very confused. You're literally moaning. I am giving you a massage and you're moaning. Explain."

His cheeks dusted over in pink, and his eyes fell down to his lap.

"Okay uh- fuck I- this was not how I planned on telling you, erm- I promise I didn't mean to make you uncomfortable-"

"Keigo, it's alright, I'm not uncomfortable, just confused. Take a breath darling,"

"Okay, okay, okay." he took a deep breath. "My wings and back are... sensitive, like- in a sexual way. It's why I never let you touch them, I didn't want you to get uncomfortable with that."

"Oh Keigo, you should have just told me, it's perfectly alright, you know I love you, and I love your bird traits. I'm not uncomfortable with this." you smiled sweetly, pressing a hand to his cheek.

"You're- you're not?" he glanced back up at you, golden eyes filled with hope.

"Not in the slightest. To be honest, I don't see why anyone would be uncomfortable with it. It's just another erogenous zone, like someone's neck, ears, or nipples would be. And lots of people keep those bits on display."

"Thanks," he murmured, rubbing his nose against yours. "That does make me feel better, but uh- there's something else.." he trailed off, nervous.

"Your obvious boner? I was gonna leave you to take care of that yourself, but I'll gladly do it for you if you'd like."

"Oh uh-" his cheeks brightened as if attempting to match the tone of his wings. "I would very much like that," he admitted, offering you a slightly nervous smile.

"Anytime, Birdie~" you stood up, hands landing on either side of his waist as you pressed a gentle kiss to his forehead. "But I would very much like to experiment with those wings of yours, see what we can do with them. Just how far can we go?" You smirked at him, tongue darting out to moisturize your lips. Keigo let out a soft breath, shifting against the couch to make room for the tent in his pants.

"I- I have thought about using them before- my feathers can move fast, so they can act as a vibrator if I focus, but I could never use it on myself. I know I'd get distracted, then the feather would stop moving, then I'd have to start all over again. I'd basically just be edging myself all night. I know I'd just give up and jerk off."

"I can work with that~" you pressed your lips against his, surprising him. He whined into the kiss, hands flying up to fist your shirt.

Unfair. He thought, he already had his shirt off, and he knew he'd be naked in just a few minutes, but you hadn't taken anything off yet. Knowing you, you would stay clothed just to tease him. The most you would do was lift your shirt a little to show him your stomach before quickly covering it again. That was what you usually did when you dommed. At least for the foreplay.

You pressed the tip of your tongue against his lips, pushing past his defensive barrier of shiny white teeth, perfect for the press, and you licked along the top of his mouth. His whole body shuddered against yours, his hips jerking upwards.

You grabbed his thigh with one hand, squeezing. A warning, he knew, against bucking up again, against disobeying. He tasted your saliva, feeling it pool onto his tongue. His eyes finally drooped closed, enjoying the taste of leftover's from last night's dinner on your tongue.

He whined against the back of your mouth, feeling you move your other hand up towards his back. He already knew what you were going to do. Without pulling away from the kiss, you plucked a feather about the size of his hand from his wings, running a finger down the stem, brushing it against the little red bristles. Soft against your finger, yet forcing Keigo's restrained cock to grow even harder than he ever thought possible.

You slowly pulled back from the kiss, taking his lower lip hostage between your teeth, tugging it as far as it could go before finally releasing it. You felt Keigo's hot breaths fanning out across your face, and your grin only grew. You loved breaking him apart, the strong, well-put-together Hawks was an act only for the cameras, only you could ever know the real him, the horny, whiny, needy baby he truly was.

"Look at you, falling apart already? I've barely done shit to you."

"Fuck- that's just 'cause it's you~" he purred

"Flattery won't get you anywhere, doll." Your shit-eating smirk only grew, and Keigo could feel himself melting into the couch cushions. "C'mon, take 'em off, you're a big boy, I'm sure you can do it yourself."

He nodded, hands flying away from your shirt and grappling with his belt buckle faster than you could say 'Hawks.' He tossed his belt behind the couch, not caring if it hit anything, and quickly shimmied out of his pants and underwear, letting them pool around his ankles. His cock slapped against his stomach, six inches and throbbing.

Looks like his prediction was correct. He was naked. You were not. You didn't look like you were planning on undressing anytime soon, which left Keigo feeling slightly disappointed. However, any negative emotions vanished the second you ran his bright red feather down his nose, over his lips, then under his chin. He knew immediately you were trying to lift his face with the feather, despite the single feather not being strong enough by itself, not unless it was under his control. But he was not in control, you were, and fuck it if that wasn't the best part.

"Good boy~" you praised him, sliding a hand up his bare thigh, brushing it carelessly close to his dick. He bit his lip, eyes flicking between your hand and your eyes.

"Please, please touch me," he whispered, slightly embarrassed by the situation. It had been a long while since you'd last had sex, and an even longer while since you had been the dom. He'd all but forgotten how to properly beg. You could tell.

"Come on, doll, I know you can ask me nicely, or at least better than that." He groaned, hands gripping your hips and attempting to tug you into his lap, a plan formulating in his head that ended in an amazing thighjob. But his plans never worked, not at least with you involved. No, you were too stubborn, one of the many things he loved about you. But not really in this precise situation.

"Nah ah ah~ hands off the merchandise." Your hand squeezed his thigh again, twice this time. That was all he needed to let go. He found purchase in a nearby pillow, moving it behind him and tugging on the little dangly bits on the corners. He forgot what they were called but he was ninety-five percent sure it started with a 'D' or something.

"Fuck, please, I need it, you know I need it, I-I've been nothing but good all day, please touch me, please~" He whined, eyebrows furrowing. That plus his reddened cheeks made just the cutest face. You couldn't wait to make his eyes go crooked and for him to drool.

"That's it, good boy~" You ran the tip of the feather up his cock, circling the tip. He shivered in response, biting back a loud moan. "Come on, don't make me mad, vibrate yourself with your feather~" you cooed, teasing tone making his stomach churn in the best way possible.

He bit his lip, looking down at the feather slowly circling the tip of his dick. It had already nudged his foreskin downwards, leaving the red skin fully exposed. He took a deep breath, trying to block out your presence, and how hard he was, just focusing on the single red feather, twirling around in loops.

He felt it twitch against his skin, before finally starting to shake, then at last it was vibrating. He twitched it away from his dick, slightly nervous about how it might feel. You sighed, pressing it directly onto the little hole at the tip.

"Ghhh- oh fuckkkkk~" he moaned, pressing his head against the couch cushions. It felt better than he ever possibly could have imagined. Feeling the feather on his dick, his dick against his feather, it was double the pleasure. He whined loudly when the vibrations suddenly stopped. "Nooooo I want it, bring it back, please," he begged, looking up at you with wide eyes.

"Doll I didn't even do anything. You lost focus. You gotta try a little harder." you said, tapping the feather against him again. Pre-cum stuck to it, making red glisten with a little bit of white. He cursed at the sight (and feeling) of his own pre on his feather.

Soon enough, it started to buzz again. And you put it back on him. This time, you traced it up and down his base, running it over the tip again. One of his hands flew up to his mouth, knuckles pressing against his lips. His hips bucked up against the vibrating feather.

"Ooooohhhhhh fuckfuckfuckfuck so goooood~" he moaned loudly. Again, the buzzing stopped without warning. "Nooo fuck no! I need it please fuck!" He looked like he was on the verge of tears- no way it was really that good. You'd have to ask him to use his feathers on you sometime.

"I know baby, I know," you ran your fingers through his hair, tugging lightly. His breath hitched, golden eyes filling with tears of pleasure. "But you gotta focus to get it done, okay?" he nodded, wiping his tears, but he only managed to spread the warm, salty liquid over his face, making him appear even more debauched.

How cute

You wrapped your hand around his dick when it started to vibrate again, the feather curled up between your palm and his dick. Slowly, you began to jerk him off, feeling the feather vibrate faster than you'd felt any toy vibrate, and his dick throbbing and pulsing against you left you feeling like you just might cum in your pants.

"FUCK!" he shouted, back arching off the couch. One of his legs flew upwards, toes curling around the air. He was shaking at this point, looking like he was just on the verge of cumming. "Oh, Godddd fuckkkmeeeee~" he wailed, tears overflowing and falling down his flushed cheeks.

"No god's gonna fuck you, darling, only I will because you belong to me. Isn't that right?" You pulled on his hair and his moans grew louder, the vibrations intensifying, which you thought was impossible at the rate it had been buzzing against your skin and his.

"Youuuuu fuck- I- I belong to youuuu~" he moaned, hiccuping a little.

"Fuck, you're so fucking cute like this, so adorable when you fall apart beneath me, gonna break soon?" He sniffed loudly, nodding. His moan broke out into a disappointed wail when the vibrations stopped again. He tried to get it to move but it just wasn't going to. You opened your palm, revealing the feather, the stem bent awkwardly. Hawks sighed, sadness filling his eyes.

"I was just 'bout to cum too..." he whimpered.

"Oh, you'll still cum. We don't need anything else between us anymore~" you tossed the feather aside before spitting into your palm, beginning to jerk him off again. It certainly didn't feel nearly as good as it did with the feather, but at this point, he was so close he just couldn't give two fucks about how good it felt, just that it would get him where he needs.

"Oh yes yes yes fuck yes more more- gonna cum gonna cum ooooh fuck baby you're gonna make me cum!" He cried out, bucking up into your hand, sobbing as pre ran down the sides of his dick and onto your fingers.

You pulled him to you by his hair, loving the loud moan he let out from the pain. You pressed your lips right up against his ear.

"Then fucking cum, my baby boy~" you purred seductively. Moments later, his whole body spasmed, legs shaking violently and wings flaring outwards. He wailed, screaming as he finally came into your hand, white ribbons landing on his legs, stomach, and even a little on the couch. Subconsciously, he knew he'd have to clean that up later, but he was not about to worry about that right now.

"Godamn! If that wasn't the hottest thing I've ever seen!" you exclaimed, truly in awe at just how good his orgasm looked. He had gone limp, flopped back against the couch, and panting. You pulled your hand away from his dick, licking away the bits of cum from your skin before sitting down next to him, tugging his body closer to you.

"Unf, that was the best damn orgasm of my life," he murmured, voice a little hoarse.

"Looked like it, you alright darling? Can I get you anything? Water, blankets, bath?" You worried a little, hoping you didn't completely brain-fuck him.

"Jus' some cuddles." his head flopped down on your shoulder, eyes fluttering shut as he yawned.

"Hey birdie, don't fall asleep on me," you chuckled. "We still gotta get you all cleaned up and put in bed."

"Not... a problem..." he whispered, breath tickling your skin as he nodded off.

"Heh, that's a problem," you smiled affectionately. He deserved his rest. You resolved to stay still for a little while, then clean him up as gently as you could before carrying him to bed. He wasn't that heavy, after all. "I love you, my darling Keigo~" you whispered, resting your head on top of his and closing your eyes.

Maybe the mess could be cleaned tomorrow, you were also very tired.

[duskamethyst]

mistakes.

a/n: totally for self indulgence... don’t know how is this gonna do though since i’m not sure if a lot of people has caught up with the manga but i’m pretty sure the fandom has seen him at least once and instantly thirst for him. so, idk what colour his eyes are (i can see blue but fanwiki says green so i stuck with that and in between). this comes with a package of me pointing out how big and buff he is and idc if you’ll get annoyed over it.

word count: 6.1k

genre: AU, nsfw, smut, angst if you squint

warnings: DARK – NONCON, coercion, corruption kink, daddy kink, size kink, choking, mind break, breeding, face fucking, slight dacryphilia, spitting, age gap, degradation, virgin reader, dilf toji manhandling reader

pairing: toji x f!reader

languages available: vietnamese.

summary: you want to surprise your bestie, megumi upon his arrival home from college but things take a terrible turn.

one.

heavy rain starts pouring as soon as you’ve reached the front doorstep of the fushiguro’s household. it was a dumb idea to not bring an umbrella with you despite the sky already starting to get dark when you left home earlier, but you were willing to push your luck and started sprinting once you felt prickles of droplets landing on your skin. with a stroke of luck, you managed to escape the heavy downpour from soaking your clothes.

drawing a deep and relieved sigh, you take a moment to regain control over your breathing before knocking the big front door. aware of the aftermath of the run, you fix your hair with your hands as you wait for megumi to come and greet you. 

college made you and the male to part ways until phones were the only thing that kept you both up to date with each other’s lives. ironically enough, that’s the thing you forgot to bring when you left home in a rush and excitement to surprise your dear friend since he’s coming home today. you can vividly remember the last text you read; he was at the train station and you had to estimate the time of his arrival and the time he would be at home instead of asking him.

however, you’re caught slightly off guard when a different man opens the door for you instead. nonetheless, your lips curl to a sweet smile and there’s a brief of awkward silence before he speaks. you know him, but he doesn’t seem to remember you at all.

“you’re..?” with a tilt of his head, he looks down at you with a curious brow. 

“it’s me, mr. fushiguro!” you offer your name, scrutinizing the expression on his face as his forehead crinkles while he jogs through his memories. then he glances at you and away in thought and back at you again with wide eyes when he finally recalls.

“oh, it’s you!” he ruffles your hair, a bit too enthusiastic in spite of his usual character that you were always familiar with. “i haven’t seen you in a while.”

you let out a little laugh, “yeah. i think i was fourteen the last time i saw you, mr. fushiguro. but it’s nice to see you again.”

“ah, yes. i had to go out of town and overseas for business a lot.” toji explains, rubbing the back of his neck, slightly bashful that he didn’t recognize the girl– no, woman before him even when you both have met plenty of times back when you often came to play with his son since you both were still little. 

but can anyone blame him? time works wonders and now the little girl he used to know has grown to be much more mature and gorgeous and so... demure.

“yeah, megumi told me. speaking of him, is he home?” you finally inquire, bringing up the reason why you’re here in the first place. 

two.

“why don’t you come in first? it’s cold outside.” he says before immediately turning around without answering your question. you close the door behind you and follow him closely, also somewhat intimidated when you realize how tall and huge he is– the tight fitting shirt stretches over his wide back and accentuating his physique even more. his arms are toned and popping with veins, not the way you used to remember at least, but you’ve never cared to notice. you’re not certain of his age either, but you’re pretty sure you’d be surprised if you find out.

“do you want coffee or tea?” toji suddenly breaks the silence as you nervously stand in the middle of the room to take a glimpse around the kitchen like it’s your first time being there, completely heedless over his gaze lingering up and down your curves, observing the figure of a girl who just freshly went through her womanhood and your lascivious beauty before he quickly turns around to grab two mugs from the cabinet. 

“anything is fine.” you politely reply, fear of sounding somewhat demanding if you choose your preference despite being offered with choices. 

“come on, you’re giving a man a hard time.” he jokes. “and sit down.”

he’s trying to extend his invitation though intentionally sounding assertive, but when he sees that you are quick to comply and scramble to your seat, he finds it to be... stimulating. at least he knows that you’re docile and he wonders if he could put it to the test. well, doesn’t matter. he will.

“coffee is good.” you smile, interrupting his train of thoughts and he pours the coffee from the pot before walking over to hand you your mug. 

“unfortunately,” he sits down on the chair next to you. “megumi isn’t home right now.” toji puts his lips between the warm mug and softly blows before sipping his coffee. “he wanted to take a short trip to the store but i think he’s going to be stuck there for a while.” he looks out the window to only see pitch black staring back at him along with roaring thunder from the skies.

“oh.” you mutter, taking a careful sip of the hot brew. a little disappointed that you couldn’t see megumi yet, but his dad is right– it’s nearly a disaster outside but you find no point hanging around any longer either.

“is it too bitter? you don’t like it?” his voice laces with concern when he notices your face involuntarily scrunches up at the bitter taste. 

you quickly shake your head, “no, no. it’s fine!” you reassure, afraid that he’ll take offense from the coffee he personally made. “besides, if megumi isn’t here, i–”

three.

“oh, it’s fine if you wait here for him.” he cuts you off. “unfortunately, we don’t have an extra umbrella.” the corners of his lips tug into a comforting smile and you are quick to relax into it. 

you’ve always found toji to be quite frightening when you were young. he seemed like someone who never smiled, always had a sombre and intense vibe to him that no child would be too fond of.  there was no exchange of words between you two, except for your constant brief hello and a smile that you did out of courtesy whenever you bump into him inside his house, even though he never replied anything back. not even a crack on the lips to return the smile. 

but today is different. probably because he finds it easier for him to talk to an adult than a child and you’re relieved that you’re able to humor him in some way.

“so, are you and megumi a thing?” he abruptly asks and glances at you as he sips his coffee.

“no, we’re not!” you titter, waving a hand in dismissal as you bring up the mug to hide your face from embarrassment.

“oh?” a glint of amusement and surprise shines in his green eyes. “are you sure?”

you blink at the question as heat warms your cheeks from the thought of dating your best friend. “yes, megumi and i are just friends. really.” 

“why? because you have a boyfriend?” toji pries, uncaring if he sounds intrusive to you and you only assume that he’s trying to strike up a conversation in some old fashioned way.

you just shake your head and laugh, “it’s not that, either.” 

“hmm,” he props his elbow on the table leisurely, head resting on his fist as he looks at you intently, as if in search of something. “you’re pretty hard to figure out.” 

“what do you mean? i don’t think so.” you smile, bringing up the mug to cover your face again so you can shy away from his intense gaze yet he thinks that it’s endearing and he finds himself grinning unwillingly. 

toji notices how you always try to look away when you get so shy over some simple questions. you’re just oozing with purity and innocence of a maiden and something dark and twisted inside him is craving to violate every part of it. 

“for a start, i can’t figure out why you don’t have one.” he says, tapping his fingertips on the table as his mind is running with sinful thoughts. 

“hmm, maybe because i haven’t found anyone interesting yet.” you finally lock your eyes with his as you answer, not wanting to come off as rude if you keep on talking without looking directly at the man.

“isn’t my son good for you?” he couldn’t care less to be honest; he only plans to test the waters and is even more aroused to learn that you’ve never been touched by a man before and he feels like a wolf that’s just ready to pounce on a lost, little lamb.

“oh, no, no!” why do you have to get so bashful? he’ll fuck you on this table if you don’t stop. “we just don’t see each other that way.”

he’s so lost in his thoughts and carnal desires that whatever you’re babbling seems to go in one ear and out the other.

“then, what do you think of me?” he asks nonchalantly with a smirk plastered across his face.

you blink at him once, twice. “uhh, what?” is he suddenly getting self-conscious? 

“you heard me. what do you think of me?” yet he doesn’t seem like it either.

“umm,” you ponder for a moment as you think of every adjective you can find in your head that wouldn’t come out offensive if you’re going to be honest with him. why would he even ask you such a thing anyways? and why would it matter to him? there’s nothing nice about him that you could exactly pinpoint from the past except for ‘scary’, ‘serious’ and some other things revolving around those.

“i thought that you were kinda... scary?” you blurt unsurely, mentally slapping yourself for even daring to say such a thing to him. unless it’s a vibe that he was going for, then you’d be relieved. 

it isn’t exactly what toji wants to hear but he laughs heartily, “really?” a shiver runs down your spine when he looks at you again, his eyes glimmering with daunt. “but are you still scared of me?”

“uh, no.” you laugh. “you’re actually really nice, mr. fushiguro.” 

“oh, that makes me feel better.” another grin etches on his scarred lips as he draws his gaze to your hands that are tensing and fiddling with your sleeves and your leg is bouncing; a perfect depiction of a trembling lamb cornered in his den– and he’s fucking starving. 

has he got you on edge? are you nervous? good. “but i think you should.”

a lump catches in your throat and your heart drops, “i- what?”

the chair emits a screeching sound and it stumbles backwards as toji abruptly stands up from his seat. sheer panic causes you to rise on your feet too, and your eyes dart to the chair, and the male, back and forth as your mind tries to get a grasp on the situation.

“mr. fushiguro..?” you whisper meekly, taking a step away and around the table as you notice him taking a careful yet threatening inch closer. 

“no, no. i’m not gonna hurt you.” toji (barely) reassures you as he continues creeping on his feet. but the sinister smile on his lips takes out every last bit of faith you had in him and the loud voice in your head keeps telling you to run for the door and never look back– fuck the rain.

 as if he can read through your thoughts, he warns. “but i will, if you run.” 

the smile on toji’s face turns smug when he sees you freeze in place upon his threat. being trapped under the unpleasant situation triggers your fight or flight responses and rapid heartbeat drums in your ears as you stand in trance and trepidation.

“that’s a good girl.” he coos, taking another step forward before you decide to throw a mug at him and dash towards the door as fast as you can. you assume that toji has pushed the table to the floor when you hear a loud thud, followed by his hasty footsteps as he catches up quickly behind you. 

the door that is finally within arm’s reach suddenly changes into a mirage when a strong pair of arms grabs you by the waist and your body floats as it lifts onto his shoulder. the huge contrast between the size of your body and his should let you know; no matter how much you try to resist, he will never budge. yet, your arms and legs still flail around in an attempt to punch and kick him and you’re screaming for him to let you down and just hope that anyone is able to hear your cries in spite of the thunderstorm. 

well, so much for luck.

“ah, ah. you don’t wanna do that.” there’s a mocking and amusing tone in his voice as he advises you. “you should save that energy later. juuust in a bit.” 

“mr. fushiguro– stop–!” you sob, watching your only escape slowly disappears out of sight when he turns to a corner and into a dark room. your body bounces onto a mattress before toji’s huge, ripped figure swiftly looms above yours and ties your hands together with a belt and onto the headboard. at this point, the illuminating lights through the windows are the only thing that aids your vision and you have to rely more on your senses.

“shh,” he shushes you with a finger against your trembling lips. “the neighbors will hear. and if they do, i want it to be because you’re getting fucked so good. so be a good little girl for daddy, okay?”

regardless of being terrified, you find yourself cringing over the nickname he refers to himself. hopefully, he won’t ask you to call him that either. “mr. fushiguro– i– please don’t do this. i- i won’t tell anyone.” 

toji tsks, taking his sweet time to admire your smaller body underneath his– the exposed, soft skin on your neck waiting to be bruised, chest heaving as your breath comes deep and short, and legs pressing together to secure your modesty; though will prove to be futile later. 

“i know you won’t.” his thumb grazes against your lips, mesmerized by its plushness as he imagines it wrapped prettily around his throbbing cock. “are you a virgin?”

you only nod your head, eyes wavering as you look at his darker ones before catching it shine with interest. 

“never had anything inside here?” he asks again, pressing your cunt against the fabric of your pants with his fingers. the dark room makes it hard to see, but your cheeks are turning red from humiliation and you look away before shaking your head no.

“are you sure?” toji’s thumb presses down on your clit and causes your body to shudder apprehensively.

“o-only my finger.” you audibly whisper through the white noise outside. 

oh, how exhilarating. guess the innocent looking ones can be lewd too. don’t you know that a cock would make you feel better? a big cock like his is definitely what you need. just a finger wouldn’t be enough to satisfy you! poor little thing. 

“then i got to teach you a few things, right? it’ll come handy later. boys love girls with experiences.” he promptly strips you off from your pants before carelessly throws it to the ground and kneels between your legs to keep you wide and open for him.

“you like to be touched here?” his finger reaches down to ghost over your clothed clit, observing you with lust filled eyes while you turn away from his gaze and remain unresponsive. “daddy is a very impatient person so i suggest you answer me.”

toji pinches your clit, and your body squirms with an elicited yelp. you can only guess (and hope) that he wasn’t referring to him touching you there but you answer anyway, “y-yes.”

he hums in satisfaction, moving down until his head stops between your thighs and in front of your sex. toji grabs your thigh and spreads them apart before flattening his warm tongue against your clothed bud, causing a shiver to run down your spine and it quickly draws your attention to him.

your face heats up in embarrassment when you see toji’s head dipped in front of your pussy, but he’s only calm and teasing as his jade eyes stare up to lock with yours to look for a reaction.

“you’ve never felt a tongue over here either, hm?” he sneers, rubbing circles on your clit with his thumb and you mentally curse yourself for feeling slightly aroused over his ministrations. 

“just let me go, please.” you try to close your legs, but to no avail when his rough hands push them away.

“you know, if you keep asking for ridiculous things,” toji tuts and grasps your supple thighs hard, nails digging painfully on your skin. “i might have to get rough on you. but you’re a smart girl and you wouldn’t like that, right?” 

“n-no.” you choke and fidget.

“good. because i only want you to feel good.” he offers a gentle smile and kisses the dented mark on your thigh. “so, let’s start over. you haven’t answered me.”

you nibble your lip hesitantly and look anywhere but him, “no.”

“see? all the more reason for me to show you what you’ve been missing out.” he chuckles, tugging your underwear to the side impatiently.

“fuck. such a pretty pussy.” he growls at the sight of your bare cunt. there isn’t a lot of slick yet, but it’s fine, he’ll make you get there. that’s the point of this whole ordeal, right?

your body quivers naturally once you feel the foreign sensation; wet, warm muscle prodding your puffy folds up to your clit and circling on it with the tip of his tongue teasingly as he observes you from below. 

your eyes are screwed shut and your lips are caught between your teeth as you try to restrict your whines from the undeniable pleasure rushing in your veins and he doesn’t stop– your pathetic attempt to deny him and your sentiments only drives him to push you over the edge even more. 

with a harsh suck on your clit, he manages to get you to squeal and you can feel him smirking underneath you. toji flattens his tongue and laps off your juices again before he takes you by surprise when he suddenly slides a finger inside your tight, wet cunt. 

“shh. it’ll feel good, baby girl.” he comforts when he hears you whimper at the pain inflicted and true enough, it soon begins to feel good. you’ve fingered yourself plenty of times before, but it feels different when he does it for you– his finger is thick and long that it reaches deeper than you’ve ever been able to.

toji notices you start to become quiet so he slides in another digit, eliciting yet another sob from you. the warm and moist cunny makes his cock twitch and he finds himself getting eager. your back arches from the bed when toji curls his fingers to stroke the bumpy tissues of your g-spot with every drag.

“feels good, yeah?” he grins arrogantly as your legs tremble under his hold. your breathing has turned erratic and your toes are curling as your mouth gapes in pitiful, broken cries that are just music to his ears. 

“answer me, sweetheart.” he presses down a thumb on your neglected clit, reminding you that he is not keen on being ignored and disputed. 

“y-yes.” you finally choke through pants and shame. though the answer comes out in hesitance, your body is more honest– pussy sopping and eliciting obscene squelches and it’s enough to satisfy him for now. 

your head thrashes side to side as you feel yourself about to tip over but you still refuse to beg toji for a release. 

“hah– fuck!” you whimper loudly when toji oh-so-generously sucks your clit again, fingers pumping faster inside your cunt, making your body feel even more tense with overbearing stimulation before finally pushing you over the edge and you break into a silent scream.

toji laps off your slick before he pulls out his finger into his mouth and licks them clean. 

“that’s a good girl. why don’t you taste yourself?” he climbs on top of you while you gasp for air from the intense orgasm and he easily pulls you into a fervour, sloppy kiss. you can feel the wet slick on his chin and you can taste yourself at the same time as he intertwines his tongue with yours. 

four.

out of spite and vexation, you found courage to bite his tongue hard and toji instantly pushes himself from you, his dark eyes express astonishment and agitation.

“fucking bitch.” he curses as his eyes narrow at you displeasingly before he takes off his pants and briefs to release his cock from its confinements. his cock is throbbing and thick, and you can almost see a trickle of precum on its head. you crumple at the sight as regret and anxiety washes over you.

“don’t worry, it’ll fit.” he says cockily upon the worrisome look on your face. “but since you like it rough, i’m sure you want to choke on it first.” 

“no– i’m sorry!” you shake your head but toji only lets out a scornful laugh as he disregards your pleas and props himself on the knees and over your neck.

toji slaps the tip of his cock on your lips, gesturing you to open your mouth but you purse them into a flat, thin line and refuse to obey. 

“open up. it’s a part of your lesson after all.” he snaps before squeezing your cheeks together. “it’ll get worse if you don’t listen to me.” 

“d-don’t wa-ant to– flea-shh.” you whimper and toji emits a long, deep sigh as he releases his grip. 

“i don’t like repeating myself.” his voice is laced with malice and chills crawls up your spine as his eyes look down at you demeaningly before you slowly open your mouth trepidatiously and wait for his next order. 

“no teeth. i think you’d know that much.” he patronizes before sliding his cock inside your mouth and he hisses as the warmth engulfs his throbbing cock. “that’s it. now, suck.”

and you have no choice but to obey submissively. you slightly lift your head and struggle to take his length as much as you can before running your tongue around to feel each prominent vein.

“i said suck, whore.” he commands through gritted teeth. you hollow your cheeks, compressing his fat cock tight between them as you bop your head up and down. 

“fuuuck, just like that.” toji groans as his hand reaches the top of your head and caresses you softly. you start to pick up the pace, slobbering his dick with so much saliva that it begins to seep from the corners of your mouth and it’s so wet and obscene– just the way he likes it. 

“it almost makes me think that this isn’t your first time.” his head falls back and hips begin to jerk until the tip hits the back of your throat, forcing you to take more than you could. you choke as tears start to well up in your eyes and the bedhead shakes when you try to tug your wrists. 

“what’s wrong? can’t take my fat cock?” he scoffs arrogantly. “you gotta work on your gag reflex, sweetheart.”

the muffles from your throat vibrate against his dick and toji groans in pleasure that he subconsciously rocks his hips, slapping your chin with his balls. your vision has become blurry and breathing becomes harder as you let him abuse your throat and your jaws ache before he abruptly pulls out and you can finally gasp for precious air.

“look at you,” his cock twitches with excitement when he sees the tears rolling down your cheeks from your doe eyes and he wipes them away with his thumb, making you flinch slightly, “are you sorry for making daddy mad?” 

toji always tries to articulate each word with appease. it’s never soothing per se when you can sense the threat entwining in his voice and it’s fucking you psychologically.

and it deems to be successful when you’re already trembling in fear underneath him. 

you’re uncertain whether he prefers you to speak or not, but your throat is sore so you meekly nod your head in response. it’s better than nothing, to be honest.

“good. open your mouth.”

your mouth is already parted for air but you assume that he wants to put his cock in again. submissively, yet dreadfully, you open your mouth wider and await for him to shove his cock back in but you’re surprised when toji spits in your mouth instead. 

it’s warm and disgusting; you’re just left gaping and repelled, and you want to spit it out but toji squeezes your cheeks together.

“swallow.” he orders. you quickly brace yourself and close your eyes before cringing as you gulp down the mix of saliva in your mouth and toji releases his grip once he’s certain that you’ve ingested. 

“i could’ve made you swallow my cum but i’d feel bad,” he chuckles sardonically. “what do you have to say?” 

“t-thank you.” you whisper vaguely and he accustoms his face to a simper. 

“good girl.” toji smashes his lips onto yours, yet his eyes are locked with yours ominously for a brief second– a telltale that he expects you not to pull up another stunt before they close as he deepens the kiss. 

obviously, nothing would benefit you whether you comply or defy, not until you’ve catered for his insatiable lechery. but you’ve learned your lesson and although you’re compelled, you finally relent as every ounce of resistance begins to drift from you. 

toji breaks the kiss and shifts lower, peppering greedy kisses on your neck before he catches the soft, chaste skin between his teeth to suck and form purplish bruising marks. he lifts up your shirt over your head and hastily unclasps your bra, causing you to shudder once the cold air hits your exposed breasts. 

large, calloused hands press your mounds before his mouth latches on one perky tit, while the other is tweaked with his fingers. experienced tongue draws circles and sucks punishingly, alternating with the other nipple. the headboard rattles as you keen over the stimulation and your eyes open in dismay when you feel something hard prodding your clit. 

he moves lower and spits on your cunt before propping on his knees to take off his tight shirt– through subdued glow, you can make out the outline of his toned abs and broad chest as his large build towers menacingly in front of you; even when he’s not standing on his feet.

“listen. daddy is going to release the binds, but do you promise to be good?” he asks, smearing the saliva with his cockhead and against your slit.

“yes. i- i promise.” you murmur appallingly; as if you have a choice in the matter.

toji leans over to unrestrain you then he observes you, expecting you to put up a fight but instead, you just remain still underneath him. 

he grins in satisfaction, getting off to the fact that you’ve fallen into submission before he shifts back into his prior position and bends your knees up to line his cock with your hole. a feeling of triumph stirs inside him when he’s reminded that he’s the ‘chosen’ one to defile your innocence.

“stop! it hurts–!” you wail and your hands clench the sheets when you feel toji’s thick cock stretching your virgin cunt slowly, but he ignores you, groaning at the warmth that engulfs him and the tight walls that clenches him as he selfishly pushes through. 

it burns. so bad. your chest heaves rapidly and you screw your eyes shut as your face twists to express pain and uncomfort. “please, please–! i can’t–”

“yes, you can.” his tone is indifferent as he holds you down since your body keeps on wincing until he finally fills you to the brim and he can see a bulge poking on your tummy. 

“fuck. haven’t been inside a virgin cunt for a while.” he mutters under his breath. “now, i know it hurts but i promise you’ll enjoy it. it’s just too bad that you get to have a big cock as your first.” he snickers nonchalantly and leans down closer to your face, making you jolt when you feel it inching deeper.

“if it makes you feel better– you’re fucking tight. just the way daddy likes it.” toji whispers in your ear but you can only freeze in fear and agony.

toji hovers above you, his hands firmly grip the headboard in front of him and he begins to move his hips; thrusting in and out of your pussy. 

your fists clench the sheets harder as a loud cry rips from your throat, “no! it hurts! please!”

but toji doesn’t seem to mind, his cyan orbs stare down at you coldly yet in focus as he relishes over the plush walls clamping down on his cock. 

“stop! stop– i- i don’t want–!” you continuously wail as you writhe in anguish before he suddenly stops pounding and he wraps his hand around your neck instead, instantly drawing your attention to him as he applies pressure in his hold. 

“if you don’t stop whining like a bitch in heat, i will fucking breed you like one.” he warns through gritted teeth, clearly agitated over your act of defiance. 

“you want this. you’re going to love this.” his words are sick endeavours to coerce you into another round of complete submission. 

but what else can you do? toji’s hand is so large that his middle finger and thumb almost reach each other as it clasps around your frail neck and you know he can easily crush your windpipes if he wants to.

“say it. you. want. this.” he seethes.

“i. want. this.” you barely croak each word and they’re slowly influencing your cloudy mind. as soon as he releases you, you soothe the pain around your throat with your hand as you gasp for air.

“fuck. don’t think i didn’t feel you clenching around my cock just now.” he sneers and situates himself again before ruthlessly and steadily continuing where he left off. 

you only close your eyes and bite your lips hard to stop whimpering as you mentally comfort yourself and dissolve every inch of your sanity; i’m going to enjoy it, it’s going to feel good soon, i want this, i want this.

soon enough, toji notices that your muscles have relaxed– suggesting that you’ve finally caved in as pleasure overtakes you so he fucks you deeper and faster before he falls on his elbows and you can feel his bangs tickling your face.

“that’s it, baby. you make daddy feel so fucking good.” he praises between grunts. you can feel the veins on his cock dragging against your walls and he’s right, it feels so good and your lips open in breathless pants.

you find your arms to loosely wrap around his neck and your legs around his waist as if clinging onto him for dear life as toji ruts into your cunny like a feral beast. 

“you like it, yeah? this is what you want, isn’t it?” 

through hazy mind, you can only manage to whimper an audible ‘yes’ as you feel an odd, yet almost familiar knot twisting in your lower stomach begging to snap and your nails dig into the skin of his broad back upon the intense sensation shooting through your body. 

a low, deep guttural sound leaves his throat when he feels your nails sinking and scratching his back– it prompts him to quicken his pace and you can feel the tip of his cock kissing your cervix over and over, causing your back to arch simultaneously. 

“i’m– i’m gonna–!” you keen as your body trembles in anticipation and your sopping cunt is clenching on his throbbing cock like a vice. 

“fuck yeah. cum on daddy’s cock.” toji urges and nips on the sensitive skin of your neck to tip you over the edge and your pupils blow wide as you break into a scream. despite being your second orgasm for the night, an overwhelming euphoria washes over you for the first time of your life; is this what it feels like? you don’t know, you’ve never had one (at least not from a cock) and your pussy is just fluttering, pulsing and creaming around his cock. 

“hah– fuck. good girl.” 

toji remains to snap his hips, fucking you through your high as you’re left in daze from your orgasm. toji can feel his balls tensing and his thrusts are turning sporadic as he inches closer to his climax. your whines and nonsense babbles are drowned by the feeling of pleasure that’s enveloping him and he doesn’t even have the resolution to listen to you gibbering when your cunny is just milking him, sucking him in like it doesn’t want to let go and he just wants to give what your greedy pussy asks for; to fill it up with his thick load until it’s full and leaking out of you. 

and daddy knows best, after all.

“shit– i won’t be able to hold it any longer. say you want daddy’s cum.” he grunts.

you’ve partly snapped out of your daze when you hear his voice again, and though you can’t see his face that’s already buried next to your head, you’re petrified and it’s making you feel dizzy and suffocated. 

“i– n-no. please not–” you sob through your raw throat.

but toji doesn’t listen and you don’t know if you’re relieved or not because if he does, you know that it’ll tick him off and it’s going to do you more harm than good– but you’re scared and it hurts, that you unwillingly start to snivel again.

“shut up. you’re gonna take it like a good cumslut.” he shoves two long fingers in your mouth, causing you to choke on them.

“daddy’s gonna cum in this pretty pussy and you’re gonna fucking take it.” 

toji’s grunts ring in your ears and you’re able to feel his cock twitching inside you before he finally releases hot ropes of cum– filling up and defiling your womb.

“y-you came inside..” you mumble once he takes out his fingers as you’re left entirely devastated and stupefied. 

“fucking did.” he pants, lifting his body up from you and pulls out his cock to shove back the dribbling cum that’s leaking from your abused cunny with his finger. you would wince but your mind is already numb and your body is sore that you can do nothing but burn holes through the ceiling above.

“don’t look so sad.” the room resonates with his chuckles and he gets off the bed to put back on his pants. toji walks over to the nightstand where a pack of cigarettes await him and he puts one between his lips and you can hear the flicking sounds of a lighter as he tries to burn the tip. 

“i can promise you that other guys wouldn’t be rough as me but one thing’s for sure,” he inhales the tobacco and exhales in a gratifying manner, “that will stay as the best fuck of your life.”

fat tears stream down your cheeks and you curl on your side, protecting your now-ruined-body as you quietly sob and your mind takes you back from how the ordeal even started and causes you to end up where you are right now– and it only makes you cry harder.

toji only lets out an exasperated sigh. he grabs his shirt from the floor and throws it on his shoulder before reaching the door.

“megumi won’t be coming home ‘til tomorrow. he said something about the train and the weather, so you can leave when you’re done. you know your way out.”

you hear the door close shut behind him and you’re left in the dark with nothing but the smell of his tobacco and the sounds of the drizzling rain accompanying you as you drown in your thoughts and griefs. 

how many mistakes have you made today? four? five? or more? 

you’ve lost count and you question yourself over again until you’re no longer able to care.

what’s done is done.

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࿐ “If Malleus had given you anything in the form of gold or diamond. You must prepare yourself. That’s a sign. You may not bear his kids just yet, but once his heat comes, it will be inevitable to stop him.”

➻ warnings: nsfw w/ a mix of fluff, breeding kink intensifies, vaginal penetration, clingy mal mal, rough sex, cunnilingus, just malleus going all out 

➻ comments: it’s going to go back and forth between fluff and smut so be aware. minors, do not interact! this is The Dragon’s Temptation part two so enjoy! 4.4k words and fem reader <3

"Lilia…" you called, concerned, "...why are you laughing so much?" With no signs of stopping, the old fae continued to holler in laughter. His whole body shook as he continued to take in deep breaths in between chortles. You were growing even more concerned. It wasn't maniacal laughter, neither was it sadistic, it was just Lilia laughing in… joy if you would put it.

Silver— who was staring at Lilia and is currently half-awake—nudged his father to catch his attention; it didn’t work. Scratching his head with the same concerned expression on his face, he said, “Father. You know how laughing out of nowhere makes me nervous.”

The old fae shimmered down into small chuckles, wiping a tear or two as he laid back on the couch. Out of breath is he, he looked at you and chuckled again. His shoulders mockingly shaking before letting out a loud sigh. “It’s happening again.”

“What’s happening again?” both you and Silver asked simultaneously. Lilia looked over at the second-floor balcony of the castle they resided in. In silence, he caught Malleus, who stood and was staring at nothing; or at you. He was deep in thought, and neither you nor Silver noticed. Lilia asked Silver to give you and him some privacy, and the young man respectfully obeyed. He left you with the older fae and your husband, who now descended down the stairs, yet hid behind the wall. He avoided you, much to his dismay, and you have yet to notice the distance he has been placing.

“y/n, dear.” He sat upright and gestured for you to sit down beside him. You obliged and listened attentively. Lilia’s tone was soft, fatherly— or grandfatherly— like. Your thumb caressed the small black diamond that adorned your wedding ring whilst you glanced around in hopes of looking for Malleus. With half your attention situated in your surroundings, you looked back at Lilia, who held a knowing smile.

“Has Malleus given you anything yet?”

You pondered; it wasn’t your anniversary or was the day anything special. You replied, “Uhh... “ you bit the joint of your index finger in thought, “Give me anything like what? Be specific, please…” In the back of your head, you knew the answer. You have been married to and living with Malleus for five years now, it’s not unusual for Lilia to act like something was going to happen.

“Oh, you know what I’m talking about, dear.” There go the shaking shoulders and the suppressed laughter again.

Knew it.

You took a deep breath of air and leaned back on the couch. Your hands covered your face in embarrassment as you remembered the night before. Malleus gave you a pair of 24-carat gold earrings last night. Additionally, he was very lustful and clingy. He would sniff your neck while you’re in the kitchen, he would kiss your knuckles while you’re at the garden, he would hold and grip your thighs while he handled royal duties, and he would kiss and lick your breasts while you slept.

“Those earrings surely are beautiful.” Lilia grinned and stretched, before continuing, “Looks like I have to tell the gnomes to be ready in nine months again.”

“No, wait, Lilia! I’m not even pregnant—”

“Yet.” He cut you off with a wink.

“How would you even know I would get pregnant again this time?!” you whisper-yelled, face flushed in red. Unbeknownst to you, Malleus has been itching to touch you again as he stayed behind the wall. As each day passes by, he keeps on touching you, making sure to stay close to you at all times. It was only today that he kept his distance. He knew he would break any second and just fuck you on the spot.

“Is Faye enough of an answer for you?”

“Mama!”

Speaking of the devil, a little girl, no older than four, ran inside the castle’s lounge and wore a big grin on her face. She stopped just as your legs caught her from toppling to the ground. In a fit of giggles, she climbed onto your lap and kissed your cheek. “Hi, baby,” you cooed and rubbed your nose against your daughter’s cheek.

“Mama, mama. I found...i-i found—” she spoke, too hyper and giddy to finish her sentences as you tried to calm her down while rubbing her back.

“Deep breaths, sweetie.”

Obeying, she took a deep breath and exhaled. She then continued with her statement, “I found a mama duck with her…” she stopped and looked at her fingers, mumbling the numbers as she lifted each finger, “...four—” she showed you four fingers, “—baby duckies, and they were going for a swim! I want to touch one, but Silver told me not to.” Faye pouted.

You grinned, giggling as you kissed her cheek. “That’s great! And Silver is right. Don’t touch mama duck and her babies because she might get angry and hurt you. It’s just like how papa and I would get angry if someone else touches you.”

“She looks so much like Malleus. I feel nostalgic,” Lilia spoke and squished Faye’s cheeks. He wasn’t lying; Faye had green eyes and your hair. What made her look a lot like her father was her having his horns. She has developed into a part dragon, and her horns looked like two small bumps on her head.

“Grandpapaaaa…” Faye complained with a giggle as Lilia stopped his pinching. “Where’s papa, where’s papa?!” She looked around and even stood on your lap to look for her father.

“Ah, Faye. Come with grandpapa for a second. Playtime is over. It's time for your reading sessions. Your mother will look for your father while we read.” Lilia nodded his head towards the wall near the stairs, indicating Malleus' whereabouts. He carried the princess away from you and into another room. She even waved at you and sent you a flying kiss before Lilia closed the door. You sighed.

Malleus is in heat and Faye needs not to know about that.

“Mal?” you called and stood. You hear shifting from behind the wall and as you glance over, you see your husband. He was a bit bigger than his usual height and he had his long tail gently swishing behind him. The formal (it was casual in a way) attire he was wearing had the top buttons unbuttoned, giving you the best breast window you would ever see. As you took in a sharp inhale, he approached you.

You couldn’t speak as he eyed you; you eyed him back. Your brain absorbed this work of art of a husband in front of you. Handsome would be an understatement. “Dearest,” he sighed.

“Why...Why are you like this?” you asked, now concerned as you held his arms.

“You already know the answer.”

“I know but...why…” You moved your hands around, gesturing his whole physique while he looked down at himself. “Has Faye seen you like this?”

“She has,” Malleus said, making you surprised. “She likes playing with my tail. It gave me enough of a distraction from wanting to touch you,” he admitted. His tail wrapped around your waist and pulled you flushed against his chest. The closer you are to Malleus, the more you look at his features.

Your hand caressed his jaw as you smiled, "When did this happen?"

"This morning while you were in Faye's room. It was a sign for me to avoid you at all cost." Malleus' voice was strained and gruff. It held the hesitance of him needing to speak those words. He wants to do the exact opposite of course.

"And why would you do that? Mal. I'm your wife. It's my duty to make sure you're alright and sustained with all your needs. Do you really think you could avoid me?"

"I don't want to hurt you."

"I survived during your first heat," you confidently spoke. You felt the king's possessive and needy hands rub against your clothed hips. Itching their way under your dress and towards your thighs while he kept eye contact with you. "And you wouldn't hurt me."

"y/n, you don't understand," came his strict and authoritative tone. "With me in this form, I am already warning you, it's dangerous—"

"That's not stopping me from staying away from you."

"You're so stubborn." Malleus knew who he married as he exhaled through his nose and looked away in sexual frustration. Blabber here, blabber there, that's what you two are doing. What he wants is to mark you, kiss you, lick you, and make you scream already. Unbelievably horny.

You stood your ground, arms crossed over your chest as you stared up at your man. "I am."

His tail tightened around your waist, teeth gritting in frustration, "I held back on my first heat because you weren't my mate yet," he emphasized, "and now that you are my queen—" His used your chin to bring your face closer to his, lips grazing yours sensually as his slitted pupils glared at you, "—I am not going to hold back."

"I will fuck you. Breed you. And make sure you're pregnant by the end of the week. I can not and will not be able to hold myself back if that were to happen. Even if you tell me to stop, I will not. Do you understand, y/n?"

Air got stuck in your throat as your lips quivered. Either you were sexually turned on by Malleus' demeanor or you could really sense how intense his heat was at the moment. He was right. The moment you said 'I do' was the same moment you were claimed as his mate, his queen. How that sentence made your legs weak if it wasn’t for his tail holding you firm.

"Then so be it."

"y/n—…" Malleus searched your eyes for any signs of hesitance, maybe even fear. There was none. Must he be scared if he were to hurt you. You wanted to be there for him during one of his intense moments. Well, you were the one who gave him an heir; it’s not anything new that you would give him another. He only fears that with his strength and power as a fae, with him going out of control, he might just harm you.

And Malleus never wanted that to happen, not to you, not to Faye, not to anyone.

To you, this man is still your husband. This is still Malleus Draconia. Just different but it’s still him. You are his weakness; no matter how stubborn you get, even now that he YEARNS to be around you, you still have that impact on him. “Mal. I promise I’ll be okay. I’m here to help you.”

He sighed, letting you wrap your arms around his chest. “I’ll tell Lilia to keep Faye away from the castle for a week. I can’t expose her to this,” he mumbled against your hair. “By tomorrow, you should be ready.” You felt him inhale your scent as his grip around you tightened. Smiling, you kissed his neck, “As you wish.”

❥❥ ❥❥ ❥❥

“Faye, don’t give grandpa and your two big brothers a headache, okay?”

Tomorrow came sooner than you expected. Your husband is going to be one horny dragon for a week and it was hard to find an excuse to tell Silver, Sebek, and Faye since they’re going to be living in a cottage in the meantime. While you prepared yourself the previous night for Malleus—he was already impatient while you spoke to Lilia—you were also preparing Faye’s stuff. Not only did you have to prepare yourself for a rough week, but you also need to prepare to conceive another child. Faye is already old enough and you’re most likely going to give her a little sibling.

The first time Malleus was in heat already caught you off guard, but this time, you were ready. Besides knowing his sex patterns already, this new season was going to bring something new. Malleus’ draconic features showed no signs of disappearing and if his heat wasn’t sustained, he’s going to be very grumpy. You trust Lilia enough to look after your daughter. You could even see Malleus stare at his daughter while she got ready to leave. He’ll miss her, even if it was just a week.

“Yes, mama. I promise!” Faye hooked her small pinky around yours and she pecked your cheek. Sebek was already holding her bag while they waited by the door. Malleus looked at Lilia, eyes squinted as if to tell him something. The older fae just chuckled and nodded, “I got her, I got her.”

“Young Master, are you sure you’ll be alright on your own with the young mistress?” Sebek asked worriedly while he gripped the doorknob. It was a surprise to see his king in such a state, more reason for the knight to get worried. Malleus nodded, watching you approach him with Faye in your arms.

“Kiss papa bye-bye,” you said.

Faye pouted and hooked her arms around Malleus’ neck. Her father held her gently as she kissed his cheek. “I’ll have fun with Silver and Bebek but I’ll miss papa,” she admitted. Malleus smiled and placed his daughter down by using his tail, “I will be alright. After one week, you’re sleeping with your mother and I. Be obedient, am I understood?”

An overprotective father is scarier than a dragon if Silver and Sebek would ever compare.

“Yes, papa!” giggled Faye as she held Silver’s hand.

“We’ll be going now. See you in a week.” Lilia grinned while he ushered the two boys outside. You and Malleus stayed by the door, watching your daughter skip away while she held Silver and Sebek’s hands. “Call us if anything goes wrong okay? Don’t hesitate!” you called out. Lilia simply waved his hand at you while hearing Faye say, “Bebek, I want to pick fruit up trees again!” as their figures slowly disappeared from your view.

You sighed, already missing your daughter. And while you moved away from the door, it slammed shut loudly. Malleus’ hand on the door indicated that it was him who slammed it shut. Without you taking notice, you are now trapped between his body and the door. Your back faced him as his nose tickled your neck; his tongue slithered across your nape, the warmth of his tongue and the cold air sent shivers down your spine.

“Mal…” you inhaled, your hand holding onto his thigh while you arch your neck, “We just sent them off. They might come back…” came your quivering breath.

“Oh, they won’t come back.”

“What—”

Before you could even blink, you were thrown on the bed, dazed by the sudden shift of environment. From the living room, you’re now laying submissively on the bed. He towered over you, eyes narrowed, and glared at you so lustfully. “Wait—”

“I warned you, y/n.” The king crawled on top of you. His long tongue slithered across his lips, breath hitting your face as you started to pant in anticipation. The room grew hot. Your body felt like it was burning. Your legs rubbed against the sheets in dire need to be touched and fucked until you could no longer walk. Only he could make you feel this way. Your man.

“I will no longer hold back.”

And holding back he did not, indeed.

Gripping your neck, Malleus captured your lips in a hot, searing kiss. His tongue, with no hesitance, slithered inside your mouth and in desperation and temptation. Incapable of resisting your own muffled moans, and to keep yourself sane, you weakly gripped on his bicep and his wrist. He held you by your neck to keep you in place. It was his way of showing you dominance.

Breath was knocked out of your lungs almost immediately. To keep up with his addicting, electrifying, pace was enough to make you light-headed. With his knees being his support, his other hand roamed on your body. With just a tug of his finger, your clothes were discarded, ripped, on the floor. He was devouring you, really making you feel that you are his mate, his fucktoy for the day.

Moving from your lips to your neck — without even letting you have a moment’s breath — he sensed your pulsating veins. You could feel your heart beating everywhere; from your neck to your chest, and down to your cunt. You laid bare under him and you don’t even know. You felt lightheaded.

“M..Mal…” you panted.

He sucked and bit on every sensitive spot he knew would make you weak. As the rapid beast he is, he left marks, dark and bruising, at his wake. Littering your neck and your chest as his tongue flicked against your nipples. Roughly did he suck and tug with his teeth. He made them look swollen, indescribably sensitive. The hotter your body went, the more you wanted him to touch your throbbing clit already. You don’t know if the marks have satisfied him; it felt like he wanted to add more. To litter your body with hickeys that showed that you're His Highness, Draconia’s only. Waves of arousal hit you strongly as he descended to your navel.

“Shit,” he panted against your skin.

He finally stood upright, kneeling against your whorish spread legs. Your wet, glistening pussy is clear in his sight. He is hungry.

You were left under his gaze feeling so sensitive and aroused, any touch that lingered on your skin would leave goosebumps and shivers. “Mal—!” Just as you were calling out, he dove down to your cunt and latched on your clit. His lips did the work as he greedily sucked and nipped on your hardened clitoris. Your back involuntarily arched as you gripped on his horns. His hands kept your legs open. Choking out loud moans while he slithered his tongue inside your walls.

“M-Mal—..please..please! T-Too much—!” you gasped out.

It was too much, alright. Your cunt so red and wet, your hips shivering as he pushed his tongue in and out. Eating out your wetness with strings sticking and stretching from his lips to your cunt. He groaned with every tug you did on his horns. He was so good, too good, with his ability to pleasure you with his tongue alone. He was right. It was so rough. It was nothing like his first heat.

It was animalistic.

Your overly sensitive nub hardened the more he sucked. Malleus’ thumbs even spread your labia open for more access. You are vulnerable, stimulated, and submissive to him. It was all coming swiftly. You could’ve drenched the sheets with just your wetness alone. Cries of pleasure alone bounced around the bedroom walls along with the audible wet sounds that Malleus’ mouth made on your pussy. He thrusted his tongue, wiggled it inside you, hitting your spots more than you could handle. At this point, you’re shaking with your toes curling.

“I’m close! I’m close— I can’t b-breathe…!” you cried out with your body spasming. Subconsciously, you squirted just as he pulled away from your nub. Now, you’re too overstimulated for you to think straight. You panted at the intense orgasm you had. Your hazy vision looked at Malleus. He was licking your cum from his lips. “You’re ready.”

You couldn’t see his thick cock from your position. All you could do was watch; up until he flipped you onto your stomach with a pillow under your stomach to lift your hips. Your weight leaned on your knees while your arms — as weak as they are — lifted you enough to keep your head from the bed. “Malleus...wait, I’m not—”

He did not listen. Malleus rubbed his cock against your slit and without warning, he slammed into you, deeply. In one sharp thrust, he was balls deep inside you as you cried and gasped loudly. He hovered over you, pushing his hips further into yours. Your cunt was quivering from accommodating his thick cock. You have never felt so full.

“Malleus!..Nngh!”

You’re just where he wanted you to be. Under him, screaming in ecstasy, ready to take his seed. Letting him breed you until your pussy couldn’t hold his cum. And he wouldn’t stop even though it’s already spilling on the bed. Your walls devoured his cock greedily. It sucked him. You're still so tight even after giving birth years ago. To fuck you senseless would drive him mad.

That he did.

Pulling all the way out, Malleus pounded back into you. There was no mercy in his thrusts as he snapped his hips against your ass. He grunted at how you make him feel good. Breathy moans left his lips while you moaned under him. Each thrust was harder and rougher than the last. He was speeding up. One objective in his mind was to make you pregnant. It was just day one. His tail wrapped around your waist, lifting your ass higher for him to fuck you more relentlessly.

“You...take me so well,” he panted as he leaned his lips against your back. “Just hang in there. You’re doing so good…”

His cock grazed and hit just the right spots inside you; he was going to bruise your pussy with his roughness. You were growing addicted to the pleasure building up inside you. As you kept on moaning his name, his relentless thrust fueled you into absolute bliss. Fuck, you wouldn’t even know if you came again. The pleasure just never seems to seize.

His fingers crawled down to your hardened clit, rubbing them in circular motions which sent you twitching and biting down on the sheets. “Mal that’s too much!” you screamed in stimulation. Tears were already dripping down your cheeks. “Aah…! Fuck—!”

“I’m not stopping,” he growled, pounding repeatedly.

Skin slapping against skin was very evident now, the bed rocked under the both of you. You couldn’t even scream anymore, you shimmered down to whimpers and gasped. His deep groans seem to be more audible as you feel him coming closer to his orgasm. You’re trembling as he manhandles you. He really used you like his fleshlight. With a sharp thrust, you moaned loudly. Leaving your mouth hanging open as you squirted for the second, third, or was it the fourth, time.

Watching you erotically cum and stain the sheets just drove Malleus wild. It was beautiful. Seeing you filled up with his seed just urged him more. The tightness of your pussy just made him moan louder, pushing further into you as his pace grew erratic. “Take it, my queen.”

He panted, “Take all of my cum…!”

Malleus’ hips halted, ejaculating deep inside you while you’re left whimpering at his warm cum filling you up. You convulsed and continuously quivered. His thick semen already spilled out of you before he even pulled out. It felt amazing. It was so...fucking addicting. You tried to collect your breathing, left staring at the sheets as sweat ran down both your bodies. He finally pulled out, leaving you empty as you sighed in relief. Malleus watched as cum dripped down your thighs; he grew hard again.

Just as you were lifting yourself up, your husband flipped you onto your back, “You’re not going anywhere,” he smirked as he watched your eyes widen, “You won’t get pregnant in just one round.”

“Wait..wait.. Malleus let me breathe—!”

He ignored you again and sheathed himself back inside your vagina. “Mngh!”

“I’m s-still...sensitive!” You felt your clit pulsate, feeling like you want to cum again.

He moved again, just as relentless as the first round. With this position, he bit you, squeezed your breasts, kissed you, anything he could do to send you into overdrive, he did. Malleus did not let you rest. Hours and hours he bred you. At times where he’s calm, he would bring you a glass of water. Then it would proceed to another set of sex. Again, it was just and still day one. You have four more days before he’s completely satisfied.

When you started, the sun was up high, but now it was the moon that peeked through your window. It was finally the sign that Malleus was content for the night as he laid in bed in a heap of breath and sweat. You felt like passing out as you stared up at the ceiling. Your cunt was really full of his semen. “Are…” you whined, “...you done?”

“For now,” he smiled and pulled you into his arms. “We still have four more days.”

He kissed your nape as he kept you tight in his arms. You whined more, shifting your legs to make you comfortable. “I already feel pregnant…”

“Just think of Faye’s happiness once we give her a little sibling. I’m sure she’ll be delighted.”

You tiredly smiled, intertwining your fingers against Malleus’ larger hand on your stomach. Two little kids will be running around the castle soon. A happy Lilia Vanrouge would be spoiling the younger one. Sebek and Silver would have one of each Draconia child to look after. And… probably another one to come after that if Malleus would ever come to heat again in the future years.

That is what welcomed you as Mrs. Draconia.

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