#[ he's just playing hard to get sssh ]

[1pepsiboy]

Falling Asleep on the Vlog - Matt Sturniolo Fluff (request)

Matt Sturniolo x reader!

Word count: 842

POV: Third (y/n)

Warnings: nothing except caring boyfriend Matt

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Chris and Nick are ahead of you and Matt as you all piled into the house. Nick held the camera as they continued to record. The four of you went to get the new baja blast flavor from Taco Bell. Mostly for Chris since it was his idea after he saw an ad for it. Of course, there was also a party box of tacos that came home too. 

It was a long day at work for you. There were so many (rude) customers that you dealt with, and you helped with unloading the inventory that arrived. You only agreed to leave the house because Matt had to drive and you didn’t want to be alone. Being in the vlog?… That you were even less thrilled about since you looked like an absolute disaster. And your mood was not particularly cheerful. 

But coming over to the house always played the game of are they recording now or no? Matt was usually pretty good about giving you a heads up. He forgot to do it this time, but you couldn’t put all the blame on him. It was just part of the deal with dating him and being around their work. 

You reach the top of the stairs and Matt carefully starts to lead you toward the kitchen. You let go of Matt and your lightly laced fingers. Immediately, he turns around with puppy dog eyes. The scruff he had actually somehow made it cuter and more heartbreaking. 

“Where are you going?” His voice was so soft and only loud enough for you to hear. 

“No where, just want to chill on the couch till you're done.” You shoot him a small smile. 

This only makes slight concern cross his face and he steps in closer to you. “Is everything okay?”

You kiss him on the cheek. “Yeah, work was a lot today and I’m just tired.” 

“What happened? Your manager didn’t shit on you again, did they?”

Up to this point, you had been putting up a smoke screen, holding it together for your boyfriend and his brothers so they could get content. Without warning for either of you, tears welled up and slipped down your cheeks. 

“I do s-so much… I put up with a lot from customers… no one asks i-if I’m okay.”

Matt engulfed you in a tight bear hug and stroked your hair. He whispered into your ear, “Sssh, babe. I am and always will.”

After what felt like minutes of Matt soothing you, rather than leaving you by yourself he talks to Nick and Chris over his shoulder. You tried not to listen too closely. You only focused on the peaceful rhythm of his heartbeat in his chest.

He let go of his warm hug and you couldn’t help whimpering. “Babe…”

“I’m sorry, I just gotta do this one part. I’ll be over right after, promise.” He kissed your temple and gestured to the couch. 

Reluctantly, you slipped into the background on the couch. It felt like they were talking about the new drink and whatever else for hours. Matt was constantly checking in on you, and it would be obvious to the fans that something was off. Hopefully Nick could magically edit out a majority of the off screen glances. 

The slight breakdown and lull of scrolling through your phone made your eyelids heavy. You managed to pull the closest blanket over you to curl up in. A little while after closing your eyes, you felt arms pick you up and then both of you lowered onto the couch again. 

“What?” you groaned, a light yawn escaping. “What’s going on?”

Matt giggled. “You fell asleep, babe.”

“Oh…” 

Your head fell on his shoulder as Matt’s arms wrapped around your body acting like a shield. Matt kissed the top of your forehead then he rested his head on top of yours. Your eyes immediately tug close again, it was hard to fight off the prickling sleep. 

“You guys are disgustingly cute,” Nick commented. 

Chris aimed the camera at the two of you. “Goodnight campers!”

“Ew.” Nick scrunched his nose. “No, that was reserved for the podcast only. Don’t do that.”

“Well, now that’s over, we should start using it in the vlogs,” Chris bartered. 

Nick shook his head. “Absolutely not.”

“What? Why not? Come on! They love it!”

Matt flipped them off. “Ssh! End the vlog over there. Please?”

Chris jutted out his bottom lip. “Aww, Nick, he said pwease.”

Nick rolled his eyes, but then babied, “Aren’t you such a good boyfriend, Matty? Cuddling with (y/n) and defending her from us.” He reached over to ruffle his hair. 

Matt swatted his hand away with one hand, attempting to not disturb you. “Yeah? This is why I’m the only one not single.” 

“Oh, I’m single by choice,” Nick threw back quickly. 

“Me too,” Chris agreed. 

Matt rolled his eyes. “Whatever you say.” 

You couldn’t help the smile that spread on your lips and you snuggled more into Matt, fueling more of the fire between them. 

[thisapplepielife]

Written for the @steddiemicrofic August challenge.

Embarrassing For You

August Prompt: Plug | Word Count: 437 | Rating: T | CW: Language, Voyeurism | Tags: Pre-Steddie, Set During S2, Slice of Life, Sports Practice, Bisexual Eddie Munson, And He's Being a Little Weird, Because He is a Little Weird

Eddie is leaning against the metal slats underneath the bleachers, as he watches the boy's basketball team getting ready for outdoor strength training. They only do it once a week, and Eddie has quickly learned that it's his favorite day of the week. 

The cheerleaders are practicing on the track, skirts flying over their heads, their spankies and long legs on glorious display. And to the right, the guys are on the field doing different drills for strength and agility.

It's a bisexual boy's dream come true. His dirty little secret. With so many pretty places to look, and so little time to do it.

"You're ridiculous," Gareth says from behind him, and Eddie glances in his direction from where they're hidden under the bleachers, overlooking the football field and track.

"Sssh!" Eddie hisses, yanking Gareth closer to him by the collar of his vest.

"This is embarrassing for you," Gareth says, and yeah, sure. This is a little embarrassing. But whatever. He can spectate sports in secret once a week from beneath the bleachers, thank you very much.

Gareth cannot, and will not, take this away from him.

"Just look," Eddie says, leaning closer to the holes in the bleachers so he can watch the athletes warming up on the field. 

Gareth leans next to him, and looks, "I say again. This is embarrassing for you."

Eddie ignores him.

A blonde cheerleader does a bunch of back handsprings, legs and ass showing, and Eddie likes that, he does, but right now he's really got eyes for Steve Harrington.

Shirtless, all that tan skin, with a heavy sheen of sweat as the sun beats down on him as he works hard, pulling all that weight behind him.

"Look at him. Just plugging along," Eddie says under his breath, watching Steve drag a heavy bag across the grass. Biceps bulging. Cut thighs. Those thighs, rippling under his little shorts. "The little engine that could. Chugga-chugga, choo-choo."

And before Gareth can say anything, they're interrupted by a laugh from above.

Oh fuck. 

Oh shit.

Eddie backs up. He didn't say Steve's name out loud did he? He rewinds all his color commentary through his head, and he doesn't think he did. Maybe this can be played off. 

But then a head's looking at them, upside down, hair hanging loose.

Robin Buckley. From band. 

Well, that's equal parts terrible and probably fine. He's pretty sure she's playing on the same team he is, and why's she here, if not for watching the cheerleaders? Birds of a feather.

"You're a dingus," she says.

And yeah, okay. Fair. She's got him there.

If you want to write your own, or see more entries for this challenge, pop on over to @steddiemicrofic and follow along with the fun! ❤️

Notes: Will Future!Robin tell Future!Steve, what she heard this day, maybe while sitting next to an RV in 1986, while making Molotov cocktails? Who's to say? (Me, and I say yes, lol.)

[ellus986]

The man with the broken heart Part 1

Javier Pena x reader

Note: you are a sex worker, meeting Javier during his time going after Escobar.

Warning: mention or sex work, swearing, nakedness, kissing

It was a rainy night when you first met Javier. He was so stressed, yet ready for action. You knew he wanted more than just sex, he had his reputation in town.

When he gets his information he puts money on the counter.

“Is it for the sex or for the information? I don’t need money from the goverment thank you!” You are serious, it is risky to give out info, getting money for it just proof for it.

“Both!” He looks you up and down, eyes still hungry even he enjoyed every minute of his stay.

“No Thank you!” You hand him his money back. “I can still feed my child with out this!”

“Your child?” He looks suprised, while lighting a cigarette.

“Yes, I lost her father in an overdose, one income from a market job was not enough, and I was not about to work for Pablo after everything, so here I am!” You don’t know why are you so offended, it was just a question.

“Look I don’t think there is any shame in your work, but I can see you do!” He steps closer and smooths your face. “You need to know that I won’t come here for any info ever again… your daugther deserves her mother to be safe, and being an informator is not exectly that.”

“I need to agree on that, thank you!” You walk him out. He lets a cloud out before turning back to you in the door, grabing your face kissing you so hard, no client ever did.

“Have a good night!” He walks off.

“You too!”

Two weeks went by before you seen Pena again. He looked rough when he knocked on your door at 1 am, who are you kidding? Banging.

“Javier, if you wake her up I kill you!” You open the door already pissed, knowing he stands there, noone would dare to come without calling first.

“Sorry… I’m a mess…” he runs his fingers trough his wet locks.

“Long night?” You let him in, and he kisses you deep and desparet, like it would be his last night to live. You close the door behind him and grab his hand, so you can lead him to your room into your bed. He can’t keep his hands of off you, ripping every clothes left on you apart, so he can kiss every inch of your body.

After his mouth met every part of your skin he backs up and just admires what he sees. You feel seen for the very first time since you worked in this field. He falls on his knees, and you can see his broken heart in his eyes.

“Fuck I don’t know how long I can do this!”

He closes his eyes, and you immidietly get to him and hold him strong. Both of you are on the knees, yet you can feel how he lets his walls down, and leans into your touch.

“Sssh” you smooth some hair out of his face, as he shivers in your arms. “You are stronger than you think!” You kiss his forhead. You don’t know why you said that, how would you know? Still you felt like that is the Truth.

“I… I should go!” He rubs his eyes, as he gets up, with you kneeling at his feet.

“Wait!” You grab his hand as you stand up. “You don’t need to go!”

“I can’t keep you from other clients!” He holds your face between his palms.

“It is past 1 am, noone is coming!” You kiss him so gentle, you thought you forget how it can be. “You can stay… it was a long time ago I could hug someone in my sleep… it would be nice to have you here tonight!”

“You want me to stay?” He was suprised, but you could see in his eyes he needed it just as much as you did. Your hand sneaks up his chest feeling his pounding heart as you nod. “That would be lovely!”

You search for something that is not in tiny pieces, so you can sleep in it. You lay in bed grabing his hand pulling him into your arms. He puts his head on your chest listening to you fast beating heart. You are softly playing with his hair, while humming a lullaby, until he falls a sleep.

You are watching his steady breathing, slowly falling asleep yourself.

“Mama! Mama!” You wake up to your daugther calling for you in her room.

“I’m coming!” You answer and realise you are all by yourself again.

You look to the side and see a little note next to a stase of money. “It worth more than anything anyone ever did for me!” As you pick up the money you realise it worths more than a fully booked week of work.

To be continued…

Part 2

[fieldofdaisiies]

LOVED your headcanon on reader x boss Az. As I see you are happy to take NSFW requests, could we see a spicy version, maybe a few months later and it has progressed from little touches and looks? Maybe something could happen in the car journey home one night?? 👀👀👀

I love your writing and your blog ❤️❤️

yeeees, of course. here we gooo❤️ warning: this is filthy!!!!!

so as your little teasing and taunting has developed into a little workplace romance things also turn a little more spicy between the two of you

let's start in the actual office before we focus on the late night car rides, shall we?

Azriel would totally be the type to call you into his office, pretend to need you very much for something job related only so that he can lift you onto his desk and bury his head between your thighs

and boy, this man is starved – not getting enough of you after having made you come once with his tongue

he will having you bounce on his lap for a second round

or what do we think of cock warming? this man loves nothing more than having you sit there while he to continues to work

obviously you will try to wiggle a little, hoping for some friction

Azriel does not really like that

his large hand will grab your thigh while his heated gaze pierces into your own eyes "sssh, angel, be a good girl. behave. only then I can give you what you deserve."

whining is also useless, his gaze is soon again fully focused on his screen while you try to not whimper again and his hand still holds your thigh

he loves to tease you, god he enjoys it so much

so letting his hand slide up your thigh, under your skirt during meetings is also very common

but two can play this game

so suddenly popping into his office before a very important meeting, taking off your clothes and revealing the sinful lingerie underneath is also not unusual

it will mostly end up in you two doing the naughty on his desk, his chair or the little couch in his office (or the floor)

sucking him off under the table, mhm yes

so one or the other time it has already happened that you two got interrupted and Azriel will simply shove (softly of course) you under the table where you then will have a little fun and he has to try so hard to concentrate

oh and if you decide to be a little feisty some days or stand a little too close to a colleague Azriel will get a little angry or jealous, bending you over his desk and giving your backside a fine imprint of his hand

or he will take you from behind, the stationary supplies one by one hitting the floor

and lastly, Azriel giving you the look during meetings that has your knees wobbly within seconds and you know exactly what he wants afterwards

okay before we enter the car, let's stay in the elevator for a little

mostly you two just make out in the elevator, to afraid someone might enter

but there are days where one of you (mostly Azriel) is just too needy

his hand slips between your thighs, under your skirt, pushing your panties aside and letting his long, slender fingers glide through your folds, letting you ride his fingers right there in the elevator

one day you are a little more needy and so you decide to be bold, pushing the stop button

Azriel's mouth is on yours quicker than you think

he hoists you up, pushes you against the wall, and well, the rest is obvious

now let's focus on those late night car rides home

Azriel has a driver so his full attention is on you on the way home

it all started one day with his fingers teasing you (he had your consent of course)

then he used his mouth, you back agains the door

or you knelt between his thighs, teasing and licking him, suckling

once your relationship has started to developed you got more confident -> one night Azriel is lying down on the backseat, you climb on top of him, riding him

or he stays seated, letting you ride

often he will tell his driver to just go around the block a few more times, not yet done with you

and many times he will just follow you to your place

or invite you to his

most nights you will fall asleep in each other's arms and also wake like that, sharing some sweet and soft kisses

[kittenofdoomage]

Cleaning House

Fandom: Supernatural

Rating: Explicit

Pairing: Sam Winchester x female!reader

Prompt: waiting for the bunker's washing machine to be done

Word Count: 642

Warnings: smut, fluff

Sometimes it was nice to have the bunker to yourself. With the guys around, it was way harder to keep the place clean, but long hunts meant you got days to really clean out, and most of the time it was therapeutic. You didn’t leave the bunker much, preferring to keep to research in the safest place on the planet while Sam and Dean took care of the gory stuff.

It hadn’t been so bad this time around and by the second day, you’d done pretty much everything, except for the laundry. By the time you got the last load in, you were searching for things to do but when you came up empty handed, you settled for sitting on the bench above the dryer, playing on your phone while you waited.

You weren’t expecting Sam to come home this soon, so when he appeared in the doorway, casting a shadow over you, it made you jump. Your phone slipped from your grasp and Sam darted forward, catching it before it could hit the ground and sustain another crack.

“I didn’t mean to scare you,” he chuckled, putting the phone on the counter beside you, standing straight and close enough for you to touch.

“What are you doing home?” you squeaked, reaching for him to pull him close.

“Case ended up being a spirit, not a nest,” he murmured, crowding into the space between your thighs, forcing you to spread your legs. “Dean’s gone out to blow off some steam and,” he chuckled, “well, I’m after the same thing.”

You smiled, sliding your hands over his shoulders. “I just gotta wait for this load to finish.”

His fingers were already pushing your dress up, the warmth of his huge palms skating along the side of your thighs. “Oh, baby, I’m not that patient.” He pushed in closer, grinding into you, pushing your dress up higher until it was bunched around your waist. You moaned when he moved his hand to your pussy, stroking you through the thin cotton of your panties. “You really think you can wait now?”

“No,” you croaked, squirming against his touch as he leaned down to kiss you hard. “Sam -”

“Sssh,” he urged, hooking one finger through the material covering you to pull it to the side. “I got just what you need.”

His other hand was at the fastening of his pants, deftly undoing them to pull his cock free. You hissed as he pressed the tip into you, swiping it through your slick folds and when you wiggled to try and get closer, Sam grabbed your ass with one meaty paw, dragging you right to the edge of the counter. The action forced him inside you, the stretch still shocking even after so many encounters.

The washing machine hit the spin cycle and the noise it made increased, covering your cries as Sam started to fuck into you. Your toes curled as he lifted your knees, forcing you to balance your own weight on your hands, the angle allowing him to slam deeper. You whined loudly, suddenly mindful of the shelf behind you, but Sam’s powerful thrusts were too much, stopping you from concentrating on not banging your head. It took a second for him to notice, and he dropped one of your knees, sliding the arm around your middle to almost lift you from the counter. The movement immobilized you, allowing him to drag you down harder onto his cock.

You came with a violent cry, clinging to his shoulders as you shuddered, clenching uncontrollably around him. He jerked and thrust once more, hard enough to knock the wind out of you, before the familiar warm spread outwards from inside until it was dribbling down your ass.

“Machine’s still got twenty minutes,” he pointed out, laughing against your shoulder. “What do you wanna do now?”

[danganronpasurvivoraskblog]

Coming Home: Part 3

...

*Akeru investigates the rest of the house until she comes across a set of stairs that lead downwards into the basement. With nowhere else on the floor to investigate, she starts to head down.

Wha...What the...!?

*Upon going down, she is immediately greeted with a horrifying sight. In the center of the room is a bed with messy covers that appear to be stained in blood. Lining the room are several sharp tools and surgical equipment, alongside a bunch of computer parts and technology Akeru doesn’t recognize.

This is bad...this is reminding me of the basement in my birth mother’s mansion...Is everyone else seeing this?

...Guys?

Guys...!? Guys!? Where are you!?

*Akeru begins to panic. She tries talking into the earpiece, but hears nothing in response.

Wh-Where did you all go!? D-Don’t leave me down here!

???: Akeru! Calm down!

Wha-! Who are-!?

Wait...404?

404: Yes, it’s me. Don’t worry, you’re not alone. Going down into the basement briefly cut the connection to the earpiece. It’s too dark and musty down there to establish a secure connection.

Wh-What do I do then?

404: Relax, I’ve already sorted it out. I reorganized the connection so that everyone can get a clear-enough view of what you’re seeing and hearing. Unfortunately, you won’t be able to hear them, but trust me when I say everyone’s listening.

I...Ok...I trust you.

But...is this what you wanted me to find? This horrible place?

404: To be honest, I actually hacked into the earpiece and have been watching you the whole time. I see you already encountered poor Lara. It was brave of you to do what you did.

Thanks but...just level with me...Does it get worse?

404: Why don’t you find out? I left a file on the table. After Seishi does one more reconstruction for you, you’ll know the full truth.

...Is it a truth I want to know?

404: Do you want justice?

...

Seishi, begin reconstruction.

C-Ceeeertainly...

*Seishi’s AI, glitching out like mad, begins another extremely buggy reconstruction. The two figures from before, Zen Katagiri and Seishi Yodogawa, appear once again. Zen examines the utensils on the table, while Seishi lies in a bed. Seishi appears to be in a terrible state.

Ah...here it is...

No...No drugs...

...

*Zen doesn’t hesitate to fill Seishi with the sedative he picks up.

How...dare you...

See? That wasn’t hard, was it?

How dare you...

Sssh...go to sleep old friend...

*The brief recording cuts off.

There is a second-second-second-second-second part to this recon-construction. Would you like to view it-it-it?

Something’s really going on with this Alter Ego.

404: Forget him, just say yes!

Ok! Yes! Please!

*The digital reconstruction glitches and shifts. Seishi’s hologram continues to lie in the bed, but this time, barely even moves. The hologram silhouette of Katagiri sits next to him, writing on a clipboard.

*sigh*

...

What’s going on?

*Akeru takes a closer look at Seishi lying on the bed.

...

Wait...is he...!?

“Neural mapping procedure ended at 14:29pm...”

Huh!?

“Subject passed away at 14:31pm...”

!!!???

“That is...a two minute...post-scan...deterioration...Which is a significant improvement...on the early days...”

*Katagiri gets up and starts unplugging the machines hooked up to Seishi’s body and the bed he lies on.

Consider yourself lucky my old friend...

*He writes one last thing on his notepad...

“Subject ready for...Neural Deletion...”

*...and the hologram ends there.

No...It can’t be...! Seishi Yodogawa is-!?

404: I’m afraid so...I’m sorry Akeru but...Seishi Yodogawa has been long gone for years now. He...succumbed to his illness.

But...wait! If Seishi Yodogawa is dead, then...WHO’s the current CEO of LegionTech!?

404: ...I think you and I already know the identity of our true mastermind, don’t you?

...

...Zen Katagiri...! HE’S the one leading the AETHER!

404: And he’s posing as Seishi to do it. That alone is unforgivable, but...

???: Ake...ru...

!!??

*Akeru hears someone call her name and turns around quickly.

...

Seishi...?

...Video...playing...please...playing...

Playing...?

*Seishi’s hologram points to a computer and the switch required to activate it.

Are you...trying to...talk to me?

404: That IS peculiar...It looks like there’s a sliver of conscience left in him after all...

...

404...This hologram...it’s not an Alter Ego, is it?

404: Why don’t you do as he asked and find out?

...

*Akeru goes over to the computer. She activates it, the AI beside her automatically logging her in.

Select Folder...XX/YY/ZZZZ - XX/YY/ZZZZ

Alright...

*Akeru selects the folder and she sees a set of prerecorded videos on the computer screen. 

What is this?

*The video loads and shows a small projector in the room she is currently. Akeru cannot see anyone in the video, but she hears Zen Katagiri’s voice in the background.

Katagiri: I am Zen Katagiri, and this is the first day and first recording of the Neural Deletion process. Subject is one Seishi Yodogawa...

...

*The camera pans to focus on Seishi’s corpse.

Katagiri: Right...activating...now.

*The projector starts to illuminate, and from the ground up, a figure begins to...

...

Huh? Where am...I?

!!??

...

Wha...What is...going on...!?

*The hologramic Yodogawa reaches out, attempting to grab the untensils on the table, only for his hand to phase through.

Katagiri: Excellent...Subjects lucidity appears to be exactly what was registered in the code...the neural map is intact and fully functioning.

Zen! What is-!? WHAT IS THAT!?

...

*The hologram suddenly lays eyes on Seishi’s corpse and begins to panic.

Is that...me!? What did you-!?

Katagiri: Beginning deleting lines of code now.

You...! Oh my god...You son of a bitch, you actually did it!

Katagiri: I’m glad you’re impressed Seishi...See now that you were a fool to have doubts about me...And unfortunately, I must make you pay the price for it.

Zen, please, don’t do this to me...! Please...I should be dead...Let me die in peace!

Katagiri: Day 3 of the process...I spent basically all of yesterday having to delete my old friend’s ability to scream. He tried to attack me, but obviously he’s as a ghost now. I am currently in the process of deleting the motor strip, because I deem in unnecessary.

*Though he cannot be seen, Seishi’s hologram can be heard crying in the background.

Katagiri: I’ve also decided to reserve the limbic code for now. The emotional responses I’m getting are...fascinating. 

Katagiri: Day 6...Moving onto the frontal lobe. Chances are I may end up erasing most of the essential data. After all...my house’s new security system won’t have any need to think for itself.

...

Katagiri: Hm...No rants and raves about me being a psychopath today, huh? Looks like I really did turn you into a working computer.

Zen, please...If you only knew the pain...

Katagiri: Day 10...This should be the last day of the experiment...All I need to do now is delete the limbic code...And...Let’s see. Seishi?

Good morning Zen. What do you require of me?

Katagiri: Turn off the lights, please.

Certainly.

*Seishi’s “AI” turns off the lights.

Katagiri: Good...Now...play some music...You know what I like...

Got it. Playing Michael Bublé’s “Cry Me A River.”

*The song starts playing over the surround sound speakers in each corner of the house.

Katagiri: Hahahaha...Good...Good...This new arrangement will work nicely...

*The video’s end there. Akeru takes a step back from the computer.

...

*inhale*

HRRAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAGGGGGHHH!!!!

*SMAAASSHH!*

*In a totally blind rage, Akeru reels back and with a single punch, smashes the computer into oblivion.

I can’t BELIEVE this! I thought my mother was the worst person ever when she was microchipping people, but THIS!? This is clearly NOT! FUCKING! OK!

I can’t believe he...he...DID this to you!

...

Ah...!

*Akeru instinctively runs to hug Seishi, but she goes straight through him.

...

You knew this whole time, didn’t you?

You knew from the moment I entered the house that I wasn’t Zen Katagiri. You let me in so I could see all of this.

Seishi Yodogawa...Relationship Status: Unmarried. Previous relationships include...Shinitani Yozora...

Facial recognition...Confirmed...Akeru Yozora. Daughter of Shinitani Yozora and...Seishi Yodogawa.

So it’s true...

Vocabulary is...limited. My apologies.

Scan-Scan complete...Blood temperature rising. Your current mood appears to be...angry.

Yeah...I’m angry...I knew I would be feeling somewhat angry when we finally met. I couldn’t understand why it was that you abandoned me for that woman for so many years of my life. She told me you had been killed.

But...Now that I’m here, I’m not mad at you. Because I know what you’ve gone through is way WAY worse than anything that happened to me.

You are: 14 years old-old.

Children...should not...pain.

...Adults shouldn’t have to pain either...

And you...you’re in a lot of pain right now, aren’t you?

Eternal...pain...

I figured.

Listen, I don’t want to treat you like a security system anymore, but you NEED to tell me where the guy that did this to you is. I will make sure he receives justice for what he did!

Yes...I need...Your...Help...I don’t want to...Live like this...Zen...is...“Twisted”

“Zen, please...If you only knew the pain...”

...

...I get it. You don’t need to worry about my feelings. 

The truth is...you want me to put you out of your misery like I did Lara, right? You want me to end your suffering.

Yes... “Please...I should be dead...Let me die in peace!”

But...You...

Because I’m your daughter, I shouldn’t be forced to do this? I get it. No girl should be tasked with ending her own father’s life.

But like you said, you should have died a long time ago. And I would rather end your suffering than leave you like this.

404: If you’re really going to do this, you can do it from that maintenance panel on the side of the room. Deactivating security for the entire house will shut Seishi down...permanently.

Alright.

404: You really want to do this?

Of course I don’t! He’s...my dad! I’ve been waiting so long to meet him!

But THIS is SCREWED UP! If I leave him, he’ll be trapped here as a house servant forever! Death is a far more graceful fate!

404: I understand...it’s your call.

...

*404 cuts off and Akeru reaches for the shutdown switch. She holds her hand on it, turning one last time to look back at Seishi.

...

...

I had so many things I wanted to say to you...So many questions I wanted to ask...But right here and now, I only have one thing in my mind...

...Thank you.

...

...DRGH!

*Akeru yanks the switch. The lights in the house immediately go down, and Seishi’s hologram disappears.

...

*She falls to her knees and rests her head against the panel.

Thank you...Daddy...

*WHAM!*

Ah...!?

...!

*Akeru is caught off guard when she suddenly hears a loud noise and quick footsteps coming down the stairs. She turns around to see Komaru standing in the stairway.

Komaru...-!

!!!

*Komaru doesn’t hesitate. She runs at Akeru and yanks her into a tight hug.

It’s ok...Mommy’s got you...It’s over now...

M-Mom...I...*sniff* I...Yeah...It’s over...*sob*

W...WAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAGGGHHHHHH!!!

...

*Akeru finally succumbs to the pressure and breaks down, balling in Komaru’s arms. Komaru refuses to let her go, crying with her.

Akeru...I am SO...proud of you...You’ve done so many things kids your age could never handle. 

Ngh...mrgh...*sniff*

I was 5 years older than you when I was thrown into the Demon Hunting Game, and I barely handled that all the way through.

You do not deserve to suffer like this.

???: I wholeheartedly agree.

...!?

...!?

*Komaru and Akeru suddenly hear another live, but familiar voice from the stairway. Someone begins walking down the stairs until they finally stand up straight in front of the mother and daughter.

You’ve done more than enough for the operation Akeru. I think it’s high time us adults took responsibility, right Komaru?

That voice...Agent 404..!?

Hehehe...

In the flesh~

[sanjisblackasswife]

Let’s Talk About: Lazy Morning After with Zoro (NSFW-ISH?)

Black Fem Reader in Mind

Mornings like this were your favorite. The sun was barely peaking above the horizon. It was raining all night so there were still many clouds prevents the sun to completely shine through the windows, that you were grateful for. You and Zoro decided to sleep in the crows nest again on a multi layered pallet on the floor. The room was a bit chilly due to the hard wood floors, but Zoro’s body heat from last night’s love making session always made it bareable.

His heavy body was draped over you, hot breath tickling your neck, his heart beat almost in sync with yours. You always woke up before him and ran your fingers through his now damped hair, sometimes wiggling his golden earrings back and fourth like a cat playing with a toy.

“Stop that.” He grumbled making you jump at his sudden groggy voice. “Go back to sleep.”

“‘M not tired.” You voice sounding distracted as your mind ran off somewhere else, his earrings always hypnotized you. Whenever when he was on top of you you always caught your eyes wondering to his pretty jewelry. You’ve asked him why he wore them before but he never gave you a definitive answer, it was a mystery you were willing to let go though because he looked so good with them on.

His cheeks were slightly smushed in your bare breast, you blushed seeing how calm and sweet he looked laying beside the lustful hickies he gave you a few hours ago. You admired his restful face. You always felt safe in his arms, you knew no matter who tried to bust in somehow you’ll be protected by your muscle man.

Zoro knew. He knew how much you loved to be cuddled by him, how clingy you were, which is why after sex he loves to hold you close. Aftercare isn’t his specialty but he knows the bare basics of keeping you comfort. He’d be lying if your naked body didn’t always tempt him into ruining a sweet cuddle session for another round.

And it was true, his lips lazily latched onto your neck licking and sucking with ease making you hum. He moved his hips back and fourth greedily against your thigh like a dog in heat. His soft cock beginning to harden as it inched closer to your cunt as he moved upwards.

“Zo…”

“Sssh. Just let me be inside you. I won’t move too much.”

Of course. He always needed a little bit more of you even afterwards. You had no complaints, it always led to the softer side of sex with Zoro compared to him rutting against you, it was slow and soft, with a lot of kisses. You were still so wet since you both fell asleep right after so sliding back into you was no issue, simply just hissing together at the sensation.

He kept still, sighing in content.

“You’re so fucking warm…my little heater—“

“Shut up.” You snickered at him. “You’re so annoying.”

He smirked on your skin going back to lick all over your neck, he was such a tease, even half asleep he still manages to make you feel so good.

A moan slips out feeling him stretch you again as his cock hardened. He felt you clench down and used it as an opportunity to slowly thrust further inside you.

You didn’t object to his naughty actions, you just laid back completely and held the back of his nape with one hand. Your breast slowly jiggled at the same slow pace and Zoro grabbed one to play with as his cock dragged in and out of you so deliciously.

“Your pussy is to die for fuck—“

You let out a shaky laugh feeling your orgasm approach. It wasn’t the most powerful one you’ve had but you felt better somehow, it was almost as if it helped release a tension in your body you didn’t know you were holding. You were panting slowly and you look down to see Zoro just fell asleep. He didn’t even cum, he just wanted to make you sleepy again so you won’t get up. And his plan worked, you came down from your high and your lids felt so heavy as your arms held him close.

Lazy mornings with Zoro are always the best.

[jiyeonnnn]

MOVIE NIGHT, pcy ♡︎

♡︎ PAIRING | chanyeol x male reader

♡︎ GENRE | smut, low-key friends to lovers

♡︎ WARNINGS | dom top chanyeol, sub bottom male reader, che.ating themes, degradation, slight praising, f.ngering, riding, finger sucking, n.pple play, crea.mpie

♡︎ SUMMARY | a short drabble about [y/n] riding his best friend chanyeol

"Are you enjoying this, baby, hm?" you felt Chanyeol's fingers go deeper inside your hole, still wearing a stoic expression, succumbed by the ennui that your poor movie choice brought. It was just supposed to be a simple movie night with your best friend, nothing unusual, but it wasn't until boredom had hit Chanyeol that he decided to play with your naughty hole while letting you enjoy the movie.

"W-we shouldn't be doing this, Yeol— you have a girlfriend— fuck so good!" you tried to call him out, but the ecstatic feeling of his fingertips hitting your prostate was stronger that it caused you to answer immediately to these sinful urges. "Sssh, let's just enjoy this, prince~ besides, your body seems to like it~" Chanyeol spoke seductively as he kissed the crown of your leaking cock while moving his fingers in a slow consistent manner.

It wasn't that you weren't really into this, the truth is, you want this, you have wanted this through all the years of being friends with Chanyeol; through all the times that you've come to view him as something more than a best friend — silent nights of playing with yourself while having a concrete thought of him inside your mind; dim room lights that get filled in by silent moans of his name as you imagine him doing this with you every single night — yeah, this is something you've desired to happen, and you're not letting this chance slip out your fingers.

"Stop teasing me, Yeol~ fuck~" you whimpered at his actions, trying to move yourself to attain more friction, but only a wild slap to your thighs came as a response.

"You've changed your mind quite immediately, my boy~ how about you show me how you play with your cute little hole hm?" he teased before pulling his fingers out. A whine came out of your mouth as you felt the loss of the warmth inside your hole, your mouth hanging agape as you reluctantly complied with him. Pushing three fingers inside your hole, you moaned quite loudly, breathy grouses escaping from your mouth as you started moving your fingers back and forth.

Chanyeol stared at you in arousal, taking off his sweatpants and boxers before stroking his hard cock as he watched you.

"There, baby boy~ finger yourself while daddy watches you, hm?" He asked as you nodded in reply. You felt a thrum burn up inside your stomach upon seeing the holy scene in front of you, sure you had expected Chanyeol to have a big cock, but you didn't expect him to be this BIG, and it made you finger yourself faster in instigation, curling and uncurling your fingers on your prostate while shamelessly moaning his name.

"Fuck~ Chanyeol~! play with my hole more please! gAh~" you moaned as you imagined him being the one playing with you. Chanyeol could only chuckle in response, his strokes on his cock getting faster as he glued his eyes more on your disheveled body, throwing your head back in ecstasy while grinding yourself on your fingers.

"Does it feel good, baby boy? I bet it does~ Look at you being such a slut for me," a grin plastering his face before coming in closer to you. Chanyeol leaned down to your hole before licking a fat stripe from your taint down to your rim, his tongue wriggling on the rim of your entrance afterwards. Your moans got louder and louder upon feeling the tongue of your best friend play with your hole while you simultaneously finger yourself.

Feeling a euphoric build up, your pace became faster and faster, inconsistently hitting your own prostate while chasing your own orgasm, and soon enough, thick strings of cum spurted out of your cock. Not wasting any time, Chanyeol licked all the cum off of your body before swallowing it, licking his lips while looking at you salaciously. "You taste so fucking good, prince." Chanyeol smirked before pulling you to his lap, "I can't wait to ravage this naughty hole of yours~" he continued while planting wet kisses on your neck. Holding his cock up, he looked at you with carnivorous ears as he tapped his thick shaft against your hard ones, "You want this cock, bitch, hm? You want your best friend's cock to ruin your slutty hole?"

“Please,” you pleaded as you grabbed his cock softly before pumping it. You adjusted yourself upwards before rubbing his tip on your gaping hole, teasing his leaking cock by making him feel how needy you are right now, "Don't you want to fuck your best friend, yeollie? To see me go dumb and beg for your fat cock to ruin my hole even more, hm?" You proceeded to tease him more with faux innocence lacing your perverted look.

Chanyeol's grip on your waist tightened before deeply whispering into your ear, "Don't worry, love, I'll make sure to make your eyes roll back." Without further ado, Chanyeol unhesitatingly pulled you down, slamming you hard on his cock while hitting your prostate immediately, this caused you to release a high pitched moan as you held onto his shoulders for your dear life.

"FUCK~ so fucking tight! You've really been reserving this fuckhole for me, huh?!" Chanyeol moaned loudly, his sharp eyes not leaving your body as he watches you writhe in agonizing pleasure. God, how he wished he had done this sooner, the feeling of his humongous member being hugged tightly by your velvety walls has sent him throwing his head back in raptures of euphoria, his hands subconsciously slamming you harder and harder repeatedly down to his cock.

Taking a deep look into your hazy eyes, Chanyeol couldn't help but smirk to himself due to the mess he's made you — bouncing greedily on his cock while moaning incoherent words, glistening orbs shining evident desperation and disheveled look that only him gets to see, — fuck, he wants more. Chanyeol pinched your erected nipples while thrusting upwards unforgivingly, "FUCK! YOU FEEL SO FUCKING GOOD AROUND MY COCK!" he yelled in pleasure.

You, on the other hand, weren't doing any better, the way that Chanyeol effortlessly hits your prostate makes your head go haywire, your lips parting again as unintelligible curses unconsciously come out of your mouth.

"Does this feel good, my prince?" Chanyeol inquired, slapping your cheeks for an answer, only for him to get a dumb nod. Clicking his tongue, Chanyeol slapped you again before harshly twisting your buds, "answer me when i ask you, dumb slut. can't even speak now, hm?"

"NNGGGH~ IT FEELS SO GOOD, DADDY!" a pathetic shout came out of your mouth, you shouldn't even be doing this with him, he has a girlfriend, but can you really blame yourself? It's not that it's you who initiated this to happen, but nevertheless, you couldn't care any more now, what matters is you feeling good with your best friend's cock deep inside you.

"That's my boy~ this hole was really made for my fat cock, wasn't it, slut?" he said before quickening his pace on thrusting upwards, your eyes widening as you felt him go wild on fucking your hole.

Tears start to fall down your cheeks due to the overwhelming stimulation as your hole tightens its walls for more. Taking a sharp gaze again at you, Chanyeol licked your streaming tears before sucking on your neck, leaving big marks on your skin. "What a fucking slut for me~" he degraded as he forcefully inserts 2 of his fingers inside your mouth, "suck them, bitch."

You are starting to see stars due to how great it feels, your hands drawing scratches on his back as you bounce greedily, "So good~ it feels so good, Yeol! don't stop please!" You begged while crying in complete bliss. "We won't stop until you say so, prince~" he said before taking a hold of your face to kiss you.

With minimal effort, Chanyeol dominated the kiss, his tongue exploring your mouth, teeth clashing as your saliva mixed. A string of drool connected both of your lips as you broke the kiss, with Chanyeol immediately going back to marking your neck, god— how he wishes to make you his.

Your bounces met his uncoordinated thrusts, your moans becoming slurry as your orgasms come nearer, "FUCK— YEOL IM GONNA CUM!" you yelled in a pleasurable sensation before spurting your load on his chest. Chanyeol didn't speak, but instead, picked up his pace on thrusting as he chased his much awaited orgasm, losing himself in the ecstasy of his own climax.

Grunting a loud moan, Chanyeol cummed deeply inside you. "Fuck! Take that cum, bitch boy!" He continues to degrade you while spilling his cum continuously. He pulled your hair tightly before biting your lips, "How does it feel to get bred by your best friend, hm, baby boy?"

"f-feels good~ please breed me more~ breed your baby boy's hole everyday, Chanyeol~" you subconsciously said, making Chanyeol chuckle, "we'll do this everyday then, my prince~"

Friends don't know the way they taste— yeah fuck that lyrics from Señorita.

[countrymusiclover]

32 - You Will Be Missed Liz

Part 33

Her Life Means Everything

@mrs-fanfiction-2001 @the-big-bad-klaus @queenieala @samsgirl93

Sitting outside the hospital room with my head between my knees I just let myself cry since my mother had just passed away. Footsteps approached making me look up seeing Klaus who takes a seat in the chair beside me. "Why...why didn't you just do what I asked. She would still be alive...how could you ignore what your mate wanted!" I croaked my voice since he hadn't given her his blood like I had asked a few days ago.

"Maddie, If you need someone to be angry at. Then pick me. But we both know your mother never wanted to become a vampire-" He softly explained but I cut him off throwing my hands up in the air shouting.

"It doesn't matter what she wanted. She's dead, Nik...she's gone and I didn't do everything I could to save her!" Tears started streaming down my face hating that my emotions as a vampire made this so much worse. "I'm a vampire and yet I have to watch my mother die. Vampire blood fixes everything so why - why in the freaking world of the supernatural couldn't it work this time!"

Klaus pulled me against his chest where I cling to his clothes sobbing into his chest. He moves one hand to run through my hair falling down my back while his other rests on my lower back. Damon was watching the twins in the waiting room since everyone else was with my sister. "Sssh Maddie. I know it's hard, but she lived a long life. You will get through this.' He kisses my forehead glancing over his shoulder towards the doorway. "I made a phone call to someone who could help you through this.."

"Rebekah..." I croaked through tears seeing the original blonde weakly staring at us. Vamping forward into her arms she wrapped her arms around me sniffing through some tears too.

Once we broke the hug she intertwined our hands together hating to see me in such pain. Wiping away tears she helps me walk out of the hospital to prepare for the funeral later tomorrow. My sister took charge of getting everything ready just the way that she would have wanted them. Sitting on my bed I just watch the twins peacefully sleeping on the pillows. Reaching forward I brushed Nikola's hair from her face, gasping suddenly as I entered her mind accidentally seeing something I didn't recognize.

Everyone was sitting in the funeral home watching the service of my mother. "Mads, would you please come sing with me?" My sister asked, offering me her freehand struggling to not cry too.

"Care, I..." I trailed off holding little Nikola in my lap who was playing with a loose strand of my hair. Klaus sits next to me holding Hope staring in my direction.

She tilted her head with a weakful look so I placed my hand in hers right before I felt myself crying happy tears at the miracle that happened before our eyes. "Momma. Momma!" Little Nikola stuttered out her first word before I exited her mind not being able to see anymore.

The next day has come and I'm not sure I'm ready to see my mom laying in a casket then being put to rest. Wearing a simple black dress with my hair in a braid falling over my right shoulder Nik and I entered the room finding Elena and Stefan sitting beside my sister. I take a seat on the other side of her. Rebekah sat on the other side of Nik and we both had each twin sitting on our laps before the ceremony started. "We are here today to pay our tribute and our respect to a pillar of our community, our sister, our protector, Sheriff Elizabeth Forbes. We are also here today to show our love and support for Liz's family and friends."

Elena reaches for my twins hand as some officers placed an American flag over our mothers casket. "Calling Sheriff Forbes. This is the last call for Sheriff Forbes." Pressing the button on one of their radios where I glanced over to Matt seeing him leaning forward for some reason. "No response. Radio Number 2-6 is out of service after twelve years and four months of police service. Gone, but never forgotten. Center!"

"Liz Forbes was my friend. In her last moments, she asked me to pass along a message to her daughters, but I cut her off before she could say too much..." Damon walks up to the podium slowly taking a breath to deliver a speech for our mother. I could hear the slight regret in his voice. "I told her she could tell Caroline and Maddie herself, but she didn't get that chance."

Nikola started getting fuzzy, muttering something I couldn't quite understand, making me think back to the vision I saw last night in her head. "Ssh sweetheart. Ssh." Klaus muttered trying to keep her quiet during Damon's speech.

Damon's eyes locked onto my twin and I where I intertwined my freehand with hers feeling some tears starting to slip out. "Your mom wanted you to know how proud of you two she was, and she should be. You're both a beautiful, strong woman, a generous friend, and a bright light in a sea of dark. She said you were both extraordinary, and you are, and so was she. Liz was a hero to this town. She was a hero to all of you. And she was a hero to me." He glanced down to my mom's casket, making his voice croak a little. "Goodbye, Sheriff. You will be missed."

"Mads, would you please come sing with me?" My sister asked, offering me her freehand struggling to not cry too.

Whipping my head around my heart skipped a beat not believing that the vision was actually happening how it unfolded last night. "Care, I..." My head was spinning around in such a crazy way until I felt Nikola tug at my braid pulling me from my trance.

My twin sister tilted her head with a weakful look so I placed my hand in hers right before I felt myself crying happy tears at the miracle that happened before our eyes. "Momma. Momma!" Little Nikola stuttered out her first word.

Klaus and I locked eyes where he nearly jumped out of his seat at hearing such a thing. "Did she just - there's my little princess!" He tickled her tiny stomach where I handed Hope over to Elena for a second so he could pick up Nikola who started giggling happily.

"Thank you for the vision babygirl...I needed something good today." I whispered in her ear even though she probably didn't understand what I was saying. Slowly getting to my feet I squeezed my sister's hand where we stood in front of our mothers casket.

"Thank you all for coming. This is for our mom." She glanced at me and I looked back at her before we softly started singing. "Go in peace. Go in kindness. Go in love. Go in faith. Leave the day. The day behind us. The day is done. Go in grace. Let us go into the dark. Not afraid. Not alone. Let us hope by some good pleasure. Safely to. Arrive at home."

Everyone else had left and Stefan comforted my sister where she left as I looked down to my mother's body. Gripping the edge of her casket I started crying as footsteps approached glancing over my shoulder I saw Damon staring at me. "Come to say your final goodbye, Salvatore?"

"Actually I have something for you from your mom. She gave it to me the other night before she passed away.." He stepped up reaching into his suit revealing a sealed note. Taking the note from his hands I tear it open pulling out a letter in her handwriting.

"Dear Maddison, I have already written a letter to your sister but I know you deserve the same. I know that you will miss me and worry will you be able to face the world without me. But you shouldn't worry about something like that. You are a strong woman who will raise beautiful children and you have found someone who loves you just as much as I do. Just know that I will always be watching you from heaven. If you ever miss me just write everything down in a notebook and read them to me like I am listening in the room. I love you, Maddie." I read the letter out loud, turning to Damon and suddenly hugging him. He wrapped his arms around my waist as I sniffed through some more tears. "Thank you, Damon..."

Comments really appreciated ❤️

[artronenergy]

it’s really funny actually that The Doctor, who is often characterized by their desire to be accepted by humans and tries very hard to not be too alien (multiple times basing their entire presentation upon seeming happier and younger so as to not come off as an unpalpable time god) literally does not care whatsoever about their companions seeing them act sweet and vaguely romantic towards the TARDIS. 

They go out of their way to avoid mentioning regeneration, anything about their species, the number of hearts they have, other companions, etc. unless directly asked (and even then tend to dodge the question) but they’re always shamelessly one step away from making out with that box and everyone just has to play it off as if it’s not the most ??? thing about the Doctor.

Graham/Ryan/Yaz are introduced to the TARDIS when the Doctor runs up and starts stroking the door and whispering to it. The third Doctor compliments the TARDIS’s intelligence and Mike goes “you make it sound like it’s alive” and he’s like “yep” and then promptly leaves forever without clarifying anything. Romana sees him kiss the console within 5 minutes of meeting him. Amy witnesses him calling it “dear” right off the bat. Mel’s like “yeah, not sure what’s going on but they’re basically an old married couple” in one. 

I mean, Bill has to ponder this conversation all the way to the wardrobe:

the way companions have to put up with how defensive he gets over the TARDIS’s feelings

 "Well, that's the best I can do." He patted the console. "The rest is up to you, old girl!"  Ace could never quite get used to the way the Doctor treated the TARDIS like an intelligent living being. "You're letting the TARDIS decide where we go?"  "Not entirely. I'm using the time-path indicator to lead us into the right spatio-temporal segment, and leaving the TARDIS to do the fine tuning."  "How will it - "  "She!" whispered the Doctor. "If you hurt her feelings she'll sulk."  Ace gave him a look. "How will she know?" 

(Timewyrm: Exodus)

The Doctor spread his arms out across the restored console, pressing his cheek against the warm metal. ‘I was worried about you for a while,’ he whispered.  ‘It worries me when you talk to the ship,’ Jamie said. ‘Sssh, you’ll hurt her feelings.’

(The Nameless City)

Evelyn (and certainly many others) even has to listen to him go on about how much he loves his TARDIS and is at the eye rolling stage over it

EVELYN: Doctor, what are you doing? DOCTOR: Tinkering. EVELYN: Tinkering? DOCTOR: That is what I am doing. You just can't beat the satisfying sound of metal on metal. EVELYN: You're quite the busy preoccupied bee. DOCTOR: Really focuses the mind. Besides, she likes it, don't you, old girl. There, you see? I swear she understands every word I say. EVELYN: Good heaven, you talk of her as though she's your favourite pet dog or something. DOCTOR: More like a constant hand to hold. She's always been the woman to me. EVELYN: Oh, thank you very much. DOCTOR: Oh, come now, Evelyn. I didn't know you cared. EVELYN: Doctor, behave yourself. (Both laugh.) EVELYN: Well, I just mean to say, how's a girl supposed to feel when a rickety old blue box holds more attraction? DOCTOR: This rickety old blue box, as you call her, has been the only fixed point in my ever-changing world. Even my own people have let me down. You, my dear Evelyn, will let me down one day. Oh, not in a drastic way, perhaps, but you will find your own path to walk, and you will walk it without me. EVELYN: Oh, here we go. DOCTOR: Companions come and go. Some leave deeper imprints on my hearts than others. But you all go eventually. But not my old girl. She's the only one that shares all my memories.

(Medicinal Purposes)

The important part is that the Doctor never explains shit about this. There’s never a “oh by the way the TARDIS is alive and sentient and that’s why I keep talking to her like that” (possibly because everyone is too bewildered to even try to figure out how to ask why they keep whispering to their ship so it never occurs to the dr to say anything). All of this is just a one hit KO for anyone who knows them, every time it happens, which is pretty much all the time, until they either realize she’s alive or just settle into some form of acceptance that this guy sometimes calls the spaceship “sexy”. 

The five stages of realizing your alien friend is actually for real in love with their time machine (... which the viewers go through as well)

[its-not-a-phase-mom-i-d8-demons]

The Brother’s Reaction to MC having a Nightmare

bAby

this gif... holy SHIT 

Lucifer

Whether you started the evening snuggled up under his chin or all alone in your room, he’s an extremely light sleeper since he’s got to keep an ear out for Mammon being stupid at 2 am

So when you start to move restlessly and/or whimper and cry, naturally he’ll awaken and see what the issue is

Lucifer will sit up and gently rest a tentative hand on your trembling shoulder, so as not to startle you

His presence only seemed to make it worse! Your tears got bigger and your cries got louder, your breathing became more uneven until you woke with a start, your own shrill scream scaring you into a frightened, crying ball in front of him

Boi is at a loss…

Was this his fault?

“MC, darling, what has gotten into you? Are you alright?”

“L-Lucifer?” You whimper, watery eyes roving aimlessly in the darkness “L-L-Lucifer?! Where are-”

Wrapping his arms around you and pulling you close, he reassures you: “I’m here, right here princess,” “I’ve got you, it was just a dream MC... nothing to worry about.”

Strokes your head, smoothing your rumpled hair and supporting your back while you hide your puffy, tearstained face in his collar and cling to him for dear life until you calm down

You’re still shaking when the usually stiff demon presses a kiss to the crown of your head and begins to rock from side to side, murmuring gentle, reassuring words in your ear

“Nothing can hurt you as long as you’re in my arms, MC.” “Deep breaths my love, deep breaths…”

Mammon’s vivid scary stories before bed had obviously been a bad decision, Lucifer decided as he dabbed your cheeks with a kleenex

his poor, sweet human having nightmares about silly campfire tales…

How endearing, yet upsetting

He’ll carry you to the kitchen bridal style and hold you close after getting you a glass of water, then carry you back to bed and tuck you safely against his broad chest for the rest of the night making a mental note to hang Mammon upside down from the banister the following morning

Mammon

He woke up from his dream about goldie who had read “∞” on the ATM and opened his door in answer to the frantic knock to find his favorite human crying

You rushed into his arms, burying your face in his chest to hide your shuddering sobs, nearly sending the now blushing Avatar of Greed off balance in your haste

“Jeez, human! Wha… What happened? Why’re ya crying like that?”

No, like seriously, plz stop crying babie or he’s gonna cry too

Returns the hug, holding MC firmly as he regains his footing and manages to shut the door behind you

“MC, sssh, I’m right here! You don’t hafta worry, ok? Luckily you’ve got the best demon on the job to make ya feel better! Hug me as hard as ya need, ok?”

*forehead and cheek smooches*

Lets you curl up in his lap until you can talk to him without stuttering or choking on tears

Holds you the whole time, almost as if he’s afraid to let go for fear you’ll cry again

“Bad dream? What was it about?”

“Th-Those characters from Levi’s horror game w-were eating you alive and I c-couldn’t move!” You whimper tearfully, “You were begging me for help a-and I couldn’t do anything to save you from them because every time I moved th-these ropes got t-tighter around my neck a-an-”

First of all, he’s horrified that Levi showed you those games when he knew they gave you nightmares. Unfortunately, you had to if you didn’t want to be called a normie for the billionth time that week

Second, he, the great Mammon, begging a mere human for help? Yeah right

Even though he knew in his heart of hearts that that would definitely be the case

“They’re not real, remember that. And if you still think those freaks are lurking in the dark, come find me and the great Mammon will protect you!”

You can't help but giggle and hug him more tightly, knocking him back onto his pillow

Neither of you felt like moving, so Mammon pulls the sheets up over your shoulders and you snuggle together until the morning comes

At the breakfast table, Mammon doesn’t hesitate to screech at Levi for giving you nightmares while cradling your tired, sleep-deprived body against him

Leviathan

Doesn’t hear MC’s knock at first, he’s too absorbed in the 14th episode of I Was Eating Avocado Salmon Sushi at a Hundred-Yen Revolving Sushi Restaurant When Suddenly I Was Thrown Back in Time a Thousand Years to the Heian Era, Where I Was Selected to Be a Personal Chef for a Princess and Was Later Chosen as a Possible Candidate to Be Her Husband… Now someone Please Tell Me How That’s Even Possible

As the knocking gets louder and more frantic, the otaku finally notices and pauses the anime, goes to the door and opens it a tiny bit

Just enough to see the teary-eyed MC, hugging their waist in discomfort, shivering in fear, and looking left and right down the hall for danger

“... Yeah?”

“L-Levi? C-Can I come in? *sniff* I just had a really scary dream-”

“I-uh… Ummm I g-guess,”

He lets you in and on a whim, places a tentative hand on your back

He expected you to push him away, but when you choked and rushed into his half-open arms and buried your face in his chest, leviachan.exe has stopped working

EXIT

What was he supposed to do with his hands?!?!??

MC was crying and he was just standing there like a normie? Wh… WhAt wOULd HenRy dO?

“MC, h-hey, it cant’ve been that bad… here, um let’s s-sit down a-and you can talk to me. Sound good?”

He feels you nod and leads you to his large gaming beanbag chair and you get squooshed against his side, shivering and sniveling, but warm and safe

Levi dries your face with the edge of his shirt and after a few moments of comfortable silence, you begin to explain your dream

The slimy creatures scaling the walls of the House of Lamentation with their slimy entrails dripping whitish goo in their wake. Eight spindly legs to each monster, sixteen sinister red eyes, and countless rows of gleaming fangs ready to take a chunk out of anyone who came too close

They managed to get into the house and they chased you and the brothers, but the otaku had tripped over a fallen suit of armor and a spider creature made its move before he could get away

At that point, you’d woken up absolutely terrified and rushed to see if Levi was ok

“But you’ve played horror games with me and we watched My Sister and I Found a Spider and Took It Home, Realizing Soon After it Was a Demon Who Eventually Escaped From the Glass Jar We Used for a House and Ate Our Toes, Transporting Us To Hell Where We Were F-”

“Yeah… I know… B-But it wasn’t that bad. I was reading one of the books Satan recommended. It was a really well-written horror story and it had very realistic pictures. I just can’t seem to get those gross monsters out of my head:(”

Your voice slowly trailed off and Levi realized what he had accomplished

You… You weren’t crying anymore!!

Also, you weren’t breathing really hard or shaking too much! Had… had this yucky otaku really calmed the human down?

*gasp* he was rubbing your back too!? And you hadn’t slapped his icky hands away?

You… you were ok with this? B-Being all snuggled up together on the beanbag chair?

“L-Levi, I-I’m ok now. I’ll leave you alone… I hope I didn’t wake you up…”

“N-No!”

“Something wrong?”

“No… I-um,” (he couldn’t let you get away now! This was perfect! He had you all to himself!! No WAY was he gonna screw this up!!) “You c-can stay a little longer if you’d like… I-I was in the middle of I Was Eating Avocado Salmon Sushi at a Hundred-Yen Revolving Sushi Restaurant When Suddenly I Was Thrown Back in Time a Thousand Years to the Heian Era, Where I Was Selected to Be a Personal Chef for a Princess and Was Later Chosen as a Possible Candidate to Be Her Husband… Now someone Please Tell Me How That’s Even Possible… Do you maybe want to stay and watch?”

“You don’t mind? I don’t want to intrude-”

“No! It’s fine!”

And so he fumbled with the remote and hit the play button, but couldn’t focus on a single word the protagonists were saying

You. Fell. Asleep.

On. Him.

Uh

“Maybe… Maybe MC doesn’t think I’m a… ‘yucky otaku’ after all… But don’t get your hopes up, Levi.”

Satan

He fell asleep in his chair, book resting on his chest when he heard a short, quick (almost frantic) string of taps on his door

Being a light sleeper (just like his papa), he immediately woke up to hear your voice on the other side of the door

“Satan? Are… Are you awake? *sniffle*”

It was you

What could you possibly want at this hour?

Upon opening the door, your body crashed into his own, but not before impulsively throwing your arms around his neck and breaking down on his shoulder

“M-MC? Are you alright?”

No, you weren’t

Judging by your stormy sobs and trembling figure, something must have shaken you up horribly for you to act like this

The sweet MC he knew usually kept their cool

He leads you to his big armchair and sits you down, careful to keep a firm hand on your back for support, both emotional and physical

Your eyes were wide and glassy, pupils darting to each corner of the room looking for monsters, bad demons, giant bugs, etc.

Finding none, you finally make shy eye contact with the blonde demon who has kept his arms close about you and dabbed your endless tears away until you were calm enough to speak

“MC, did you have a night terror or something?”

“*sniffle* M-hm. I-I’m sorry S-Satan, I was just so scared I c-couldn’t stay in my room all alone and you were the first person I thought of. So… I ran here. Did I wake you?”

“I fell asleep in my chair again MC. So I would have awakened during the night anyway,” He replied, “Plus, I don’t mind at all. I’m… I’m happy you came. What was your dream about?”

“It was really twisted… are you sure you want to know?”

“You’ll feel better when you talk about it and I’m always up for a story.” He smiled.

He sat back in his chair tentatively resting your head on his chest as you began describing the terrors from only minutes before

“Asmodeus and I, we watched some of those cringey teen romance movies this afternoon and somehow they morphed into a really scary dream. You and I, the rest of your brothers, the angels, Solomon, Diavolo, and even Barbatos were playing spin the bottle for some reason and I landed on you, but when I kissed you, you turned to dust! Th-Then when I landed on Mammon and Beel, the s-same thing happened again, but no one seemed to notice! Th-”

Noticing you were getting worked up again, Satan rubbed soothing circles into your back, hushing you gently and assuring you that everything was fine and ‘innocent’ kissing games weren’t actually deadly

Unless they were

But he didn’t mention that to you at that moment

Instead, he cradled you in his lap and read to you until your eyelids began to droop once more for some much-needed sleep

Being the good boy he is, he tucked you into his bed

BUT

Before he could walk back to his chair

“Satan, aren’t… aren’t you gonna lay with me?” You ask, tired, sweet voice ringing in his ears, “I-If you don’t mind that is. I mean it is your bed, after all, I didn’t mean t-”

He’s blushing up to his ears at your request, but nonetheless rolls onto the mattress next to you and you snuggle up close and fall asleep almost instantly

“As long as you’re here with me, you’ll be safe MC.”

Asmodeus

Why… Why was he up so early? What was that noise? Wait… Where were you?

He could’ve sworn he fell asleep with you in his arms

Sitting up groggily he looked around after rubbing the crust of sleep from his eyes

Something was moving and whimpering next to him, caught in a snare of fluffy blankets

The fearful cries of “Asmodeus! Oh, Asmo please don’t die! No, no, no, NO!!” broke the sweet demon’s heart

Your ragged breathing turned to a blood-curdling scream and you shot upright, but the blankets blocking your vision increased your tearful unease tenfold and you began struggling even harder against them

Taking action, Asmo tugged at the sheets, doing everything he could to help you

When your face emerged from the heap, you took a great gasp of air and immediately began sobbing your heart out

Asmo paused, knowing it unwise to approach someone who’d just escaped the clutches of a nightmare, but he couldn’t just sit there and stare at you!

Luckily, you chose that moment to look around

Your eyes met his amber ones in the semi-darkness and you tackled him, wrapping him in an impossibly tight hug

“A-ASMO!”

“Darling, wh-”

“Oh my god! I thought I killed you! I r-ruined your pretty face! You just sh-shriveled up a-and-”

“Sweetheart, hey~” He murmured, closing his arms around your back and cradling the back of your head in his hand, “Don’t cry anymore, Asmo’s here…”

His gentle comforting coos as he rocked from side to side brought your tears to a halt and soon you were able to look him in the face

Your glassy, frightened eyes had almost a look of reverence when you ever so slightly cupped your palm over his cheek, afraid he would crumble away at your caress once more

When he didn’t, you let out a shaky sigh of relief and visibly relaxed; shoving your face in his shoulder and wrapping your legs and arms around him so he couldn’t escape

It was quiet for a moment

Asmodeus settled his forearms around your waist and said

“Dearest, are you alright?”

“I… I don’t know.”  You fisted his shirt in your palms and looked at him, “That was a really vivid one.”

“Tell me what it was about!” He smiled sympathetically and stroked your cheek, “I have bad dreams sometimes too, MC. If you tell me yours I’ll tell you a few of mii-iiine!”

You couldn’t help but crack a small grin as his sweet tone and nod

“Yesterday Beel told me about the one time he touched Satan’s favorite plant. He’d seen Satan pet the stalk and petals before and he wanted to do it too. (Satan is a plant dad, fight me) But when he touched it, it shriveled up and died on the spot. I… I had a dream where I touched you and you shriveled up! I tried to help you, but every time I touched you, you screamed in pain! Then… Then you died in my arms and I woke up.”

:(

You clung to the demon as he moved, lost in thought. Settling back into the abundant pillows and tugging a sheet over your shoulders, he began to speak

“That sounds absolutely terrifying! What would you do without me?”

“Asmo…”

“I’m kidding, I’m kidding!” He nuzzled your cheek and hugged you tighter, “Why don’t we find a way to help you forget about it? I have a couple of suggestions… if you’d like to hear them~”

Beelzebub

He’d only been gone for a minute… or four… maybe five…? Right?

Why were you writhing around like that? You sounded like a lost little puppy and… were those tears?

“MC? Are you awake?”

No reply, just your continued whines of discontent and a steady stream of tears soaking the pillow

He dropped his snacks on the floor and carefully knelt on the edge of the mattress, putting a gentle hand on your forehead

Lucifer used to do that when he was sick, long ago when they still lived in the celestial realm. Maybe it would help you? Somehow? Hopefully?

The strangled sob that fell from your lips as you forced his hand away broke his big heart in two

Hold on, your eyes were closed! Wait, you were having a bad dream!

Throwing all caution to the wind (and not knowing the consequences of waking someone in this state) and began shaking you rather roughly, scaring you awake and making you bonk heads when you sat up too quickly

Now you were crying for more reasons than one

Your head hurt, two big scary hands had your shoulders in a tight grip, there was a large figure looming over you in the dark, your dream was still raging and replaying in your head, and it was really dark and uncomfortably warm

Even in the dim light, Beel witnessed the look of pure terror that crossed your face

You thought his heart was broken? Well it just fucking shattered

You were scared? Of him?

“MC, it’s just me! Don’t be afraid!”

He’d woken you up, but apparently he’d only made things worse…

Beel is vewy sowwy :(

Those lovely amethyst eyes…

“B… Beeley?”

“MC? I’m so sorry, I didn’t mean to scare you, I didn-”

You silence the ginger demon by throwing yourself into his arms in unparalleled relief, afraid you hadn’t really woken up and the shadow of your favorite brother was just MC’s Nightmare, Continued

Happy you’re in his arms, he squeezes back with all his might and burying his face in your shoulder

“I just had the worst nightmare Beel. I’m so happy you’re here…” You murmur, wiping your nose on your sleeve.

“Is your head ok?”

“M-hm.”

The pair of you sit in comfortable silence for a few moments, Beel offers you a tissue to dry your face, but you can’t seem to stop crying

“MC, maybe if you told me about it, you’d feel better!”

His sweet, honest smile made you melt

But the contents of your dream… You looked guiltily toward the bed on the other side of the room where you knew the Avatar of Sloth was sleeping peacefully

“You… You promise not to tell Belphie?”

“What do you mean?”

“W-Well I dreamt about that time… you know… when he killed me? He gave me a hug before bed like he always does a-and I love Belphie’s hugs but I can’t help but think about... that. I feel bad, it’s the same as holding a grudge! I’m sorry Beel.”

*insert pikachu face meme* = beel

“Why are you apologizing? It’s not your fault you had the dream.”

“I know… I feel bad though. Did I wake you up?” You ask, changing the subject.

“Nuh-uh. I was already up grabbing snacks.” He pointed to the untidy pile a few feet away. “Maybe some TSL and food will bring your smile back. Don’t worry about your dream MC, the secret is safe with me. Plus, you’re only human and I guess being killed would be really scary for you. I didn’t protect you that time, but if anyone ever tries to hurt you again, I’ll be there before you can say Burgers from Akuzon, ok?”

The smile lifts your lips before he finishes his sentence warms his heart and puts a happy smile on his own as you give him a final squeeze and whisper

“Thanks a lot, Beeley.”

Belphegor

It is said the Avatar of Sloth could sleep through anything, even the loudest storm and the echoes of 4th of July from the human world

But when the precious human cuddled up in his arms every night begins to move around and/or whimper in fear, Belphegor is awake in minutes only to find you squirming away from him and begging to some invisible entity “Just… Just d-don’t hurt them! I’m sorry, I’m so, so sorry, please don’t hurt me I-”

The seventh born is squeezing your hand and whispering encouragement in your ear, telling you you’re safe and that it’s just a dream

Slowly opening your eyes you look around, still terrified and jumpy from your vision, but the warm hand intertwined with yours and the comforting arm around your back, plus the familiar scents of the twins’ room slowly bring you back to reality

“MC?”

“Belphie? I-Is that you?”

“Who else would it be, dummy.”

You ignore the half hearted insult and bury your face in his chest, allowing your heart to reach a normal pace and his natural scent and warmth to wash over you

“Tell me about it. Sounded pretty scary.”

“I’m sorry for waking you up Belphie, I know how you hate losing sleep…”

“Just… Be quiet and tell me your dream!”

“S-Sorry… Um, so I didn’t know you too well yet and an angel came and took the precious grimoire, but me and Beel were caught up in it and there was this whole thing with Purgatory Hall and Luke and-”

“Your stories can put me right to bed you know that? Anyway, so what happened? Did Lucifer tear the angel’s head off?” He looked rather hopeful…

“Of course not! Lucifer was gonna make me choose who I wanted to save, either Beel or Luke and I didn’t want either of them to get hurt so I said ‘both’ and Lucifer got really mad and scary and in my dream he ended up hurting Luke and Beel and he would’ve gotten me if you hadn’t woken me up.”

“You’re welcome.”

“... *sigh* Thanks for listening Belphie.”

With a sigh of his own, he pulled you into his arms, resting his chin on your shoulder

“It was just a dream. You don’t have to be afraid, you know. I’m right here for you. Always.”

“Aww, than-”

“Forget I said that! Shut up and go to sleep!”

[peralta-guaranteed]

it's the coldest night of the year and jake has to keep his two babies warm. fluffy fluff 💞🍫

It’s cold. That’s the first thing she notices as she blinks awake, wrapped into the biggest duvet the home goods shop they spent an insane amount of money in had to offer. It’s cold, and the reason for that is the second thing she notices.

Because her patented human space heater, also known as a husband, is missing from their old, beloved bed sitting a bit askew in the new bedroom.

Amy blinks some more, trying to make sense of her surroundings. She can’t hear anything from the adjacent bathroom they’ve got to themselves now, so he’s not in there. The kitchen is too far away now to really hear if he’s out for a midnight snack, but she doesn’t even need to investigate that thought further as she hears soft giggling from down the hallway, the bedroom door slightly ajar from the cold wind that probably woke her up.

“Sssh.” She hears Jake’s voice, dulled from the distance, and probably from his attempts to whisper over the giggling. “You promised you’d sleep.”

That’s what makes her sit up, even as she immediately pulls the duvet around her. The kids are supposed to be asleep, considering it’s almost midnight. Granted, it was a pretty exciting day for them, the first in the new apartment, discovering their own rooms and immediately turning them into messes as they played with almost forgotten, but still packed toys. But she’d tucked them in like always, and said good night, even if it felt a bit strange to do it in two separate rooms instead of just walking from one small bed to the other.

So they should be asleep. Not doing whatever they were right now with their dad, who’s still trying to shush their giggles down as Amy makes her way down the hallway in fuzzy socks and a duvet around her shoulders.

The lights are off in Maya’s room, and she’s kind of not surprised to see her daughter’s bed empty with the covers thrown off as she walks past the door towards Mac’s equally dark room, from which some more giggling is calling to her as she pushes the door open and flicks on the light.

“Now what exactly is going on here?”

The giggling dies down immediately as three sets of puppy dog eyes stare up at her, and it takes a lot of strength not to giggle herself. 

Mac’s new bed is actually just a Single, not a child’s bed anymore, but Jake still looks two sizes too big for it as he’s trying to tuck under the covers with the two little ones on his side, half draped over him to keep from falling out of the bed. 

“I can explain.” He says, and Amy bites on her lip hard to keep from smiling, but she tilts her head for him to continue.

“I just wanted to check in on the M&Ms, you know, first night and all, and Maya was missing.” He explains with the most dramatic voice, as Mac and Maya play-gasp next to him. “Luckily I found her right here, cuddling with the best, warmest big brother in the world.”

Jake gives her a look - one that says more than enough, given that their last topic before going to bed themselves had been how well the kids were adjusting to the new place, and their own spaces in it. Apparently not as well as they’d thought, if Maya immediately slipped back into Mac’s room. Or maybe she really had just been cold - their little girl was as susceptible to the cold as her mom was, and Mac was as good of a heater than his dad.

“And so you’ve decided to keep them awake and take all of their space by joining in.” She playfully scolds, but can’t keep a straight face as Maya pulls herself closer to Jake’s neck.

“It’s really cold, Ames.” Jake pouts, to some more giggles. “You know Maya’s a frostbite like you. I don’t want my babies to turn into little snowmen.”

“But your wife is an acceptable loss?” Amy can’t keep her full grin hidden anymore, even as Jake gasps just as dramatically as the kids did before.

“Oh no!” He says, giving Maya a worried look. “I forgot your Mama gets even colder than you!”

“Indeed.” Amy huffs, tiptoeing into the room as she pulls the duvet around her shoulders tighter. “I’ve been all alone and freezing in my big bed, with no daddy cuddles or anything!”

“Sorry, Mama.” Maya mumbles even as she wraps her arms even tighter around Jake.

“Well, I can only think of one solution for this.” Amy says, and lifts Mac up into her arms. “If Maya gets the big daddy space heater, I have to steal the little Mac space heater.”

Mac gladly links his arms around her neck even over the duvet, and she feels goosebumps on her arms from how warm he really is against her side as she turns and walks out before anyone else can protest, even though Jake’s and Maya’s “Noooo”s follow her down the hallway.

Mac’s still giggling just as much as before as she tucks him into his dad’s side of their bed, and she giggles too even as she puts a finger to her lips to shush him.

“I bet you one big cookie that they’re coming straight in here in 3…2…1…”

The door creaks slightly as Jake pushes it open with one foot, Maya nestled into his arms with Mac’s covers wrapped around her.

“I’ve found a much better solution.” He proclaims even through Mac’s and Amy’s shared laugh, and drops another laughing Maya between them before climbing into the bed himself. They immediately shuffle closer together as the duvet from Amy’s shoulders settles around all four of them, and Amy gives her husband an eyeroll and a smile across the two curly heads between their arms.

“Alright, but we really do need to sleep now.” She says, a bit more sternly than anything before, and Mac and Maya nod solemnly as they twist into the most comfortable positions they can find. She can’t even be envious of Maya absorbing all of Jake’s heat with her back pressed to his front, a soft kiss to her hair from above, because Mac with his face nestled into her shoulder is warming her up just as quickly.

She still takes the executive decision to punish her wayward-cuddling husband just a bit, by slipping her ice cold feet into the legs of his pajamas.

[dameronology]

love in the time of PTA meetings {marcus moreno} - 1/5

summary: despite what pinterest shows, being in a parent in the twenty first century is hard; especially a single parent. your kid takes up your entire life and the idea of finding a fairy tale is laughable - that is until you finally attend a p.t.a meeting and cross paths with a certain marcus moreno.  {series masterlist}

warnings: i do not have children. i don’t know children work. this written entirely what i have seen them do in the sims 4. also, swearing. 

- jazz

Leaving work early was never a good look.

Leaving work early because your child had managed to set fire to a trash can was...well, it was something else entirely.

After rushing out of a very important meeting and parking your car in a did-you-park-it-or-crash-it manner, you were sprinting across the play ground and towards the front entrance. Having given up half way through, you’d kicked your stupidly high heels off and held them in one hand, trying to organise your slightly disheveled hair as you entered the building. Most parents might have been nervous to collect their kid after a call from the principle, but this was a regular Tuesday for you. Jack was a good kid, perhaps just a little...misguided. In your books, it was impressive that a five year old had managed to discover pyrotechnics, though you sensed the school might have been a little less lenient about it. 

‘Hey!’ You greeted the principle with a smile as you breezed through the doors. 

Jack was in a chair by the front desk, a gleeful look on his face when he saw you. As far as he knew or cared, he got to go home early and watch Paw Patrol for the rest of the day. 

‘Afternoon.’ He replied. ‘You’re lucky it was only a phone call.’

‘I know, I know.’ You grumbled. ‘I’m sorry. He’s...adventurous-’

‘ - he singed off his class mate’s eyebrows!’ The principle cut you off. ‘Given Monday’s biting incident, I see it fit that Jack take the rest of the week off.’

‘Right.’ You sighed. ‘Thank you. And sorry again.’

‘I’ll email you a list of...behavioural specialists.’ He muttered.

‘There’s nothing wrong with my kid. He’s just...curious.’ You insisted. ‘C’mon, buddy. Let’s go home.’

Jack sprung up from the chair, taking your hand in his and skipping out the door beside you. Parenting had been hard enough when you’d been married, and even harder now that his dad was out of the picture. It meant that everything fell on your shoulders; school runs, packed lunches, earning money, staying sane. You barely found the time to sleep, let alone go to soccer matches or take him to extra curricular activities. It meant that the stay-at-home mums - the ones who drove minivans and had specified walking shoes and shared memes about parenting on Facebook - muttered about you. 

I heard Jack’s mum couldn’t make it to the parent-teacher association meeting because there was a divorce hearing. 

Look at the kid’s lunch! Oh the saturated fat, the horror!

What do you MEAN your five year old isn’t vegan?!

Frankly, you wanted to whack them over the head with their own damn vision boards. So what if your kid was a little rough around the edges? He’d discovered fire today! If it had been in the stone ages, that would have been impressive. The kind of thing that would have earned him a McDonald’s, had the fast food chain been around at the dawn of time. With the way things were going, paired with the fact you knew your fridge was empty, it looked like you were heading for a Happy Meal anyway. 

‘So do I get all week off?’ Jack peered up at you, tugging on your arm.

‘Yup, all week.’ You sighed. ‘But it’s not a reward, okay? It’s...’

You stopped in your tracks when you saw Marcus Moreno’s car pull up in the lot. Naturally, it was expensive and electric and perfectly between the white lines. He gave your less-than-stellar parking a frown as he breezed by - not that you noticed. Frankly, you were too busy admiring him. You saw his face more on the news than you did in person, but he was beautiful. Talk, dark, handsome and mysterious, but also...friendly and approachable. He’d held the door open for you once two years ago and that had been it for you. There had been whispers about the fact he was a widow, though you’d tried not to pay attention to them. It wasn’t anyone’s damn business. You knew he was a good dad; you’d had the chance to meet Missy when Jack had got his head stuck between the playground fence and she’d helped pull him out. She was sweet and well-behaved and clearly well brought up. Could you say the same for your own kid? Eh, parenting was all trial and error. 

‘It’s what?’ Your son’s voice dragged you back to reality. ‘Am in trouble?’

‘What?!’ You jumped at the question. ‘No, I just...’

‘Because Principle Eikner said I’d done something bad.’

A small sigh escaped your mouth; placing his backpack on the ground, you knelt down to his height, gently placing your hands on his shoulder. ‘You haven’t done anything wrong, little man. We're just gonna take a few days out to talk about the rules and what it means to do the right thing, okay?’

‘Dad always said not to listen to the rules.’

‘Your dad said a lot of things.’ You reminded him. You stood back up, offering your hand to him. ‘Let’s go home.’

After a few minutes of bartering and the promise of a McDonald’s, you finally made your way back to the car, now with Jack attached to your back. If giving him a piggy back ride meant getting home quicker, it was a price you were willing to pay, especially since the other mums were starting to arrive to pick up their kids. The parking lot was slowly filling up with minivans - compared to your decade-old Honda Civic. It had seen better days, and one too many run ins with other cars and parking lot bollards. Still, it got the job done. 

‘Oh, I’m so glad to see you!’ You froze in your tracks again. This time, it wasn’t because of Marcus Moreno’s otherworldly presence, but rather due to the sound of the resident soccer mum. 

‘Carol.’ You turned around to face her (slowly, given the five year old on your back) with a forced smile on your face. ‘Hi.’

‘I take it you’re here for the parent-teacher’s association meeting?’ She gave you a phoney grin, handing you a leaflet. ‘I know you couldn’t make the last one, because of your...d-i-v-o-r-c-e hearings.’ 

‘I can spell!’ Jack chirped from behind you.

‘It’s okay, buddy.’ You reached up to ruffle his hair, smile not faltering. ‘But yeah, you’re right. And what about it?’

‘Nothing.’ Carol quickly shook her head. ‘So you are coming to this one? It starts in ten minutes.’

Truth be told, you’d no idea there was even a meeting tonight. You usually ignored the damn things until the news letter came out, and then you could read it from the comfort of your sofa with a glass of wine. There was nothing you stopping going tonight, aside from your intense hatred for them. 

‘I wanna get home and watch South Park!’ Jack chirped from behind you.

‘I don’t - I mean...I don’t let my five year old watch South Park.’ You said. ‘He walked in on me watching it one time and...point is, yes, I’m here for the meeting!’

‘No, you’re not-’

‘- Jack, just sssh!’ 

Carol blinked in surprise, but her phoney smile returned a moment later. ‘Excellent! I’ll see you inside.’

You inwardly groaned. Why had you just done that? You fucking despised sitting in a stuffy gym for the better part of an hour, listening to the perfect mums bang on about healthy eating and limiting their kids’ internet time. You already questioned your parenting skills as it was - the meetings only made it worst. You didn’t assimilate into that crowd; they were all married, with big houses out in the ‘burbs and bank accounts that could cover their kids ever-expanding interests and activities. Meanwhile, you were living on one wage and your two-bedroom apartment had a balcony, not a back garden. If Jack wanted to go on a field trip, you usually had to save up for months. You didn’t know if you envied the other mums’ lives, but you certainly weren’t jealous of how they viewed working mums and single parents. 

‘That lady is mean.’ Jack murmured from your shoulders.

‘Yeah buddy, I know.’ You nodded. ‘Guess we’re going back to school.’

--

Lugging the kid and his bag back up the school yard and towards the building was exhausting - at least it was your work out for the week done. By the time you’d reached the gym and placed Jack back on the ground, your shoulders were aching and you were disappointed to see that the refreshments didn’t have any alcohol. Was it too late to sneak out? The fire exit was right there and-

‘- shame this thing doesn’t have any wine, huh?’ A man was stood next to you, arms folded across his chest as he stared at the luke-warm jug of coffee on the table ahead. 

Tall, dark hair, stubble and with a faint hint of expensive aftershave you pretended not to notice? Hello, Marcus Moreno. Goodbye, ability to form coherent sentences.

You blinked in surprise. ‘Yeah. I could do with a glass. Or ten.’

‘So you hate these things too, huh?’ He smiled. 

‘With a passion.’ You returned the gesture. ‘I’m only here because Carol and her Karen Committee kept muttering about me not being at the last one.’

‘Yeah, same here. I was attending an emergency meeting about nuclear arms in Vienna, but I guess this is more important.’

‘I was...’ in court, signing documents to end my marriage, ‘otherwise occupied too.’

Marcus nodded in understanding. ‘Kids alone are a full time job, huh? ‘Specially when you’re the only one who’s running around after them.’

He knew about your situation and in return, figured that you knew about his. He’d heard the whispers about the divorce and presumed that the loss of his wife had been subject to similar gossip. The environment amongst the parents was shockingly similar to high school and things got around pretty quickly. You both hated it, especially given the nature of both your circumstances; death and separation was not something other people should have been talking about. Especially when you all you wanted to do was mind your own business and raise your damn (chaotic) kid.

‘Yeah, tell me about it.’ You replied. ‘My kid is like...a baby crackhead, as well. He’s been sent home twice this week and it’s only Wednesday.’

‘Oh, Jack’s your kid?’

You let out a groan, holding your face in your hands. ‘Yeah. Famously so, apparently.’

‘No, it’s not a bad thing!’ Marcus chuckled, pulling your hands away. ‘He played a brilliant baby Jesus in the Nativity last year.’

‘Aside from when he bit one of the three wise men, yeah.’ You could feel your cheeks heating up. ‘Missy actually helped him once. She seems really...not at all like my child. Which is good.’

‘She told me about the fence incident.’ He nodded. ‘May I ask why he was shoving his head out of the school gates?’

‘He saw an interesting looking slug.’ You replied.

Your conversation was interrupted by Carol, who had now climbed up on stage. She tapped the microphone and cleared her throat, gesturing to everyone to sit down so that the meeting could start. You wanted to curse her. Whatever giddy conversation you were having with Marcus was a thousand times more interesting than the PTA. At least you could revel in the fact he didn’t want to be here either.

‘Shall we?’ Marcus gestured to two empty seats a few rows back.

‘I mean, it’s an aisle seat, which is good for a quick escape if Jack decides to be Jack,’ you nodded in agreement. ‘Hey kid, c’mon!’

Turning away from the other kids, Jack sprinted towards you, hurling himself into your lap as he sat down. You let out an oof! and a groan. He wasn’t as light as he used to be a toddler. He stayed still for a moment, tiny hands clasping yours, before he realised who you were sat next to. The kids’ impression of Marcus was not quite the same as yours - he’d only seen him on TV, with the likes of all the heroes. You couldn’t remember their names (but in your defence, they were kind of ridiculous). 

‘Are you a superhero?’ He reached up, poking Marcus in the cheek. 

‘Jack!’ You hissed. ‘You can’t-’

‘- yeah, buddy.’ Marcus ruffled his hair. ‘But it’s my day off today, so I’m doing all this boring stuff instead.’

‘Can you fly? Do you know Miracle Guy? Have you fought aliens? Do you have a super suit? Do you know Iron Man? Wait! Can I be a superhero?!’

‘No, yes, yes, no, no and maybe when you’re older.’ He counted the questions off on his fingers. ‘But for now we have to keep quiet for the meeting. That would make you a superhero.’

--

You wanted to marry Marcus Moreno.

Seriously, you wanted to marry him.

His little comment had kept Jack quiet the entire meeting. And it was a long fucking meeting indeed. The last time he’d shut up for that long was...probably before he learnt to talk. You loved he was full of curiosity and questions, but he didn’t always understand that there was a time and a place. At least now you knew what would shut him up. 

‘How does Miracle Guy fly? Is Batman real? Are you rich? Do you know Wonder Woman? How does her lasso of truth work?’

‘Jack.’ You groaned. 

You were walking out of the school now and down towards the car park. Missy was in tow, tapping away on her phone, whilst Jack trotted alongside you and Marcus. He’d been spewing questions at the poor man pretty much since the meeting had ended - and yet, he seemed happy to answer them. Excited, even. It was clear that he loved his job.

‘You gotta give Mr Moreno a break, little man.’ You said.

‘Hey, just Marcus is fine.’ He replied. 

‘Hey Just Marcus, I’m dad.’ Missy chimed from beside you, not even looking up from her phone. It was...impressive, actually.

‘I already regret buying her that.’ Marcus murmured. 

The two of you eventually reached your cars. The Civic was still terribly parked across two spaces - you were a good driver, you’d just been in a rush. The dents and scrapes all over the doors and bumper implied other wise but hey, we move. You had a thousand and one other things to save up before a new car. Putting down the deposit on a house - one you could actually own, maybe a little further out from the city - was your number one concern. Paying off your divorce attorney came after that. 

‘It was nice to meet you properly.’ You pulled your keys out your back, tugging four empty packets of crisps and three bags of gummy worms with it. 

‘I’m not done asking questions-’

‘- you gotta let Marcus go, JJ.’ You peered down at Jack. ‘Sorry. He’s a little obsessed with the Heroics, but I guess you’ve worked that one out.’

‘Can I visit your base?’ He continued, ignoring you. 

Marcus knelt down to his height, a grin on his face. ‘I’ve got a free window tomorrow afternoon. You wanna come by? Your mum tells me you’re off school for the rest of the week.’ 

‘Really?’ You blinked in surprise. ‘I mean, I’m sure he would love that but I’m at work and he’s gotta go to my mum’s.’

Your mother also doubled up as your baby-sitter. In an ideal world, you would have been able to afford a professional, but this was very much the opposite of an ideal world. It was the real world, and you were constantly juggling a thousand things at once. Never in a million years would you have changed it but there were days when you wanted to cry. When it was 9PM and Jack suddenly chimed in that he had a science project due the next day, or when he refused to eat his dinner because his chicken nuggets weren’t shaped like dinosaurs and fed them to the dog. 

Marcus looked, on the surface at least, like he had his shit together. He worked in a public facing job and he always looked put together. His car wasn’t covered in bumps and bruises and the inside probably wasn’t covered in yoghurt like yours. He seemed as though he got more than five hours sleep a night and his child was well-behaved. 

‘I’m sure we can work something out.’ He said. ‘If you give me your number, I’ll give you a call.’

‘Uh, yeah! Of course.’ He’d asked for your number. No big deal. 

You switched phones - naturally, his was much more high-tech than yours - and entered in your respective numbers. The whole thing made you admire Marcus even more; he didn’t have to have your tyrannical son over to his office, yet he offered to. He’d clearly seen how excited he’d gotten and it seemed like he’d found it endearing. 

‘Are you okay?’ Marcus asked quietly, suddenly putting his hand on your shoulder. ‘You suddenly zoned out.’

‘Yeah, sorry.’ You rubbed your eyes. ‘I got about three hours sleep last night. I would blame it on the terrible twos but I guess it’s the...fucking awful fives?’

He quickly turned his attention to Jack, opening the car door for him. ‘You wanna hop in? I’m just gonna talk to your mom about you visiting, yeah?’

'There’s Cheetos in the centre console!’ You called after him.

Once Marcus had shut the door, he turned around to face you. There was silence for a minute, and he just kind of...stared at you. You couldn’t read his expression or quite figure it out, but he had an eyebrow quirked and a look of...concern? Sympathy?

‘I recognise that look. It’s the help! I’m suddenly a single parent to a five year old and it feels like the world is eating me alive look.’ He said. ‘It’s the exact same one I had six years ago. Missy was about Jack’s age when...when it became just me and her.’

You softly smiled. ‘It’s not been easy.’

‘You’re doing a good job, okay?’ He gave your shoulder a light squeeze. ‘And if you ever need him off your hands for a few hours, I’ll gladly give him a tour of our headquarters.’

‘Thank you. So much, for both of those things.’ Your eyes fell to the ground. ‘It’s a refreshing change from Carol and her Pinterest boards and half-assed invitations to potlucks.’

‘God, I can’t stand all that.’ Marcus chuckled. 

‘I gotta get back now because I can see that Jack is about smush Cheetos over my break pedals but I’ll...’ you trailed off, forcing yourself to look at him and smile. ‘I’ll call you.’

‘I look forward to it.’ 

[keanureevesisbae]

sugar sugar - august.

Summary: Becky is officially going to be a published author, however when the pair celebrates this, a unexpected surprise awaits them

Sugar Daddy!Henry Cavill x Becky Kim (asian OFC)

Warnings: blowjobs 👀and Becky’s family being assholes, daddy kink

Wordcount: 5.3k (it’s an abnormally short chapter for this story lol

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August 1st 3 p.m.

I can’t believe I’m underneath Henry’s desk during working hours with his hard cock in my mouth. ‘Sssh,’ he whispers, as he places his hand behind my head. ‘We can’t have people hearing you.’

I pull back my head and take a deep breath. ‘But daddy, there’s no one here,’ I say.

‘I know,’ he chuckles. ‘But what if they come inside the here?’

‘They will?’

‘Freddy has some things to discuss,’ he says, ‘and he shouldn’t figure out about the archivist sitting underneath the boss’ desk, right?’

I open my mouth again and let his hard member slide in again, careful not to gag on him.

He hums in content. ‘Such a good girl for me,’ he says. ‘Keeping daddy’s cock warm. Oh, be quiet now, baby.’ I hear the elevator doors slide open and Henry acts like nothing is wrong. Like I’m not underneath his desk. Like I’m not nearly choking on his cock.

How does he do this?

His assistant Freddy walks in and Henry starts to talk about different things that was on the mail.

My heart is pounding, almost to a point where I’m scared Freddy might hear it, while Henry proceeds to have a normal conversation. When I let my tongue circle around his tip, I feel his thigh muscles tighten and I decide to play with him a bit more. My hand massages his balls, while I drag my tongue all over his hardened length and drool drips over my chin.

‘That will be all,’ Henry says, while I pump his length, sucking on his tip. ‘Thanks Freddie.’

‘Of course. It’s break time for me now, you need anything else?’

‘No, all good. Enjoy your break, Freddy.’

I hear the elevator doors slide close and Henry presses some buttons on his intercom (probably disabling the option to go up to his room, even for Freddy), before leaning back in his chair. ‘Good girl,’ he whispers, pushing my hair back. ‘Come sit right here, baby.’

I climb on his lap and he pushes up my skirt, before pulling my underwear to the side. He without preparation, he pushes his length deep inside of me and I moan out of pleasure. ‘Oh daddy,’ I whimper. ‘You’re so big.’

He smiles. ‘And you take me so well.’

He gives me some time to adjust around him, as I feel his tip kissing my cervix. I let my head hang, clenching around him. He takes off my shirt and unclasps my bra.

I can’t believe I’m nearly naked in his office.

When Henry grabs my hips, he guides me to bounce on his cock. He rubs his thumb over my clit and I let out a soft groan, earning me a gentle kiss on my lips. ‘You’re being such a good girl for daddy.’

I feel tears burn in my eyes, I ride him slower and slower. ‘I can’t anymore.’

‘No?’ he asks, before standing up and placing me on the edge of his desk. ‘Good thing you are my girl and that I adore taking care of you.’ He roughly thrusts in me and I gasp loudly. Henry holds my chin in between his fingers. ‘Look at me.’ His tone is soft, his command isn’t.

‘Yes, daddy,’ I whimper. ‘I’m close.’

‘Yeah? Good thing I am too. Aren’t we such a dirty couple?’ he asks with a low chuckle. ‘Having sex at work, on my papers. How about we make this a routine, baby? Daddy would love to have sex with you at work.’

I clench around him, as his words get to me. Sex at the office? That would be lovely, exciting and so dirty. Words and moans are left halfway my throat, before I shudder on the desk, reaching my high. ‘Daddy’s close too, baby. Hold on for just a little while, okay?’

‘Okay,’ I whimper, as my toes curl and my jaw clenches in overstimulation.

With a deep grunt, he spills his seed deep inside of me, before giving me kisses on my lips, as he stills his movements. ‘How are you?’

‘I’m good,’ I whisper. ‘Can you clean me up? I still have to work.’

He chuckles. ‘I’ll clean you up, but after that, you’re taking the rest of the day off.’ He carefully pulls out, before cleaning himself up a bit, making himself decent again. He grabs something from his drawer. He uses the wipes to clean me up and puts my underwear in  back place. While he helps me in my bra and shirt, he says: ‘You’re going home, baby.’

I’m not going to argue with that. ‘Okay,’ I whisper. ‘How about you?’

‘I’m just going to finish up some business here.’

‘How about I stay here?’ I ask. ‘I don’t want to go home and to be honest, I kinda need to regain some feeling in my legs.’

He starts to laugh. ‘You know, I have a better idea. I’ll pack up some stuff for me to work on it at home and then you and I leave, so we can do this again later.’

I start to laugh. ‘Aren’t you ever tired?’

‘Of sex or you?’

‘Me,’ I say, ‘sex with me, sex in general.’

He scoffs. ‘I could never, baby girl. Never ever.’

August 3rd 11 a.m.

To: Becky Kim

From: Roger DeMattis

Subject: RE: Manuscript Becky Kim

Dear Becky,

Thank you for sending me your manuscript. My apologies for the late response, there have been quite a few manuscripts on the pile for me to read and I wanted to take my time as I read yours.

I am pleased to tell you that your YA thriller not only fascinated me and caused me to read it in one go. It is well crafted, had a good pace and to put it simply: it’s a story that deserves a publisher (maybe even a sequel, but we will discuss that matter later on). However, I am unable to help you before September fifth. I will send you an offer once one has been made for you and consider signing with us. Said offer will be send to you upcoming week.

I look forward to hear from you soon.

With kind regards,

Roger DeMattis

Editor at Glacier Publishing House

✤ ✤ ✤

‘Earth to Becky,’ Viola says. We were video calling because she and Noah are waiting at the airport to board and Genevieve has been sitting in the car with Greg because she is meeting his family for a week away. ‘Why are you gawking at your computer?’

‘I have an email back from the editor I send my manuscript to,’ I say. ‘And he loves it.’

‘Well obviously he does!’ Genevieve says.

‘Oh my, does this mean you’re getting published?’

‘He can help me on September fifth and will send me an offer later this week. Meaning, I have a some time to think about it. But I’m already sure I want to be published there. I remember when I went to that awful job I had right after juvie, I would walk passed their building. It’s so beautiful, you guys and this is such an amazing opportunity. They published so many great books!’

‘You are gonna be an author, girlie!’ Genevieve yells. ‘Greg, say congratulations.’

‘Congratulations, Becky, you deserve it!’ I hear Greg say.

‘Oh no, we can board,’ Viola mumbles.

‘How is that a bad thing?’ Noah asks her.

‘Because I want to hear more about Becky’s manuscript.’

While everyone is bickering, I hear the door of my apartment open. ‘Henry is here. I’m gonna tell him the good news,’ I say. ‘Please text me when you’ve arrived safely. Love you.’

‘Yeah, love you too!’

I hang up and rush to the door. Henry kicks off his shoes and turns around just in time to catch me as I jump in his arms. ‘Hello to you too,’ he says with a chuckle. ‘To what do I owe this greeting?’

‘Your friend Roger wants to publish my book.’

‘What?’ he exclaims. ‘Are you serious?’

‘Mhm. We can meet up early September and he will send me an offer soon. Henry, do you know what that means?’

‘You’re getting published?’ he asks.

‘From the looks of it, yes!’

‘Oh, baby girl, I’m so proud of you.’ He presses a lot of kisses on my lips and spins me around. ‘My girlfriend is gonna be an author.’

‘This is surreal,’ I admit, wrapping my arms around his shoulders. ‘I owe it all to you. Hadn’t you made that call, then… I had to do it all by myself and while I could do that… I don’t know if I could’ve handled that pressure.’

‘You wrote the amazing novel yourself,’ he says. ‘So you owe it all to yourself. Come on, we’re going to celebrate this, before I am going to be such a CEO and check out the offer they will send you. Listen up, baby, I saw you can finally get your boba again, because they are done remodeling. I’m going to make reservations at one of your favorite places for tonight, so you and I are going to celebrate even more.’

✤ ✤ ✤

Henry and I got our boba and we walk through the busy streets. I’m officially living the life I’ve always wanted. Almost a published author (I mean, I have to sign the contracts and all, therefore emphasis on the almost), I have a job that I actually like and doesn’t grease up my hair and I have a boyfriend.

A boyfriend who takes care of me, who wants me to be happy and goes above and beyond for me.

My life is falling together just the way I want it. Just the way I deserve it.

Henry and I plop on a bench and like usual, he places his arm on the back. We stare at the people who walk by and pet a few dogs. Henry seems at ease with every canine that trots passed us, it’s so adorable to see.

‘Do you want a dog?’ I ask him.

He looks to the side. ‘Right now?’

‘Maybe, or just one day in the future. Let’s say in general.’

He smiles widely. ‘I’d love a dog, maybe more than one.’

‘What kind?’

He shrugs. ‘Maybe a larger one.’

‘To match your ego?’

Now he glares at me. ‘Watch it now, baby.’

I chuckle, since I know he doesn’t mean it. ‘So, no toy poodle?’ I ask.

‘If you want o—,’ he starts, but then groans. ‘I’m sorry, I can’t say it. I want a large and strong dog, not one the size of my boot.’

‘Does that mean no chihuahua for me?’ I continue to pester him, while I push out my bottom lip.

‘Don’t look at me like that,’ he says with a smile. ‘It’s just that I can’t see myself with a tiny dog, I’m sorry.’

I wrap my arm around his shoulders to give him a kiss on his cheek. ‘I was just messing with you. I don’t mind what kinda dog we’ll have. As long as they are sweet and want to cuddle with me, I will literally love every single dog.’

‘You know, if we get a dog, you bet they are coming to the office with us.’

‘Really?’ I ask him.

‘Of course. I would hate it if we left him or her alone.’

I want to open my mouth to say something about how incredibly thoughtful that is and how he is already such a mushy man for a dog that we don’t even have yet, while I continue to fantasize about our possible future children but then I hear: ‘Oh no, you’re still involved with this guy?’

‘Celine?’ I ask, when I look up, letting go of Henry. Not only is my sister standing there, she’s backed up by my parents. While I can’t really read any emotion from my dad’s face, my mom sure as hell looks disappointment.

‘I cannot believe this madness,’ mom says.

‘Why are you talking to me?’ I ask them.

Celine rolls her eyes. ‘You know, for a split second it actually looked like you two were in love, but let’s face it, Rebecca: you could never attract a guy, let alone someone who is obviously loaded with money.’ She snorts and adds: ‘Because let’s be real, you’re the most undesirable human being in the world.’

She said stuff like this before to me, but it feels different now. Almost like she is talking out of… Jealousy.

Henry stiffens up next to me, ready to get up and tell her off, but I’m faster. I use his body to push myself from the bench. ‘You know,’ I say, ‘your entire life you’ve been treating me like I’m shit underneath your shoe. Weirdly enough, it isn’t exactly your fault, I mean: mom started this bullshit the second I came out of the birth canal, basically.’ I look to my mother and say: ‘Why on earth did you even start that? Is there a reason you hated me?’

‘I don’t hate you,’ mom says.

I scoff. ‘Well, you don’t exactly love me either.’

She doesn’t know what to say. Never have I confronted her with this. I’ve always let it slide, like it didn’t mean anything to me. But it hurt, it was painful and now I finally got the strength and the courage to stand up to her.

Is it because Henry is here? Or is it because I’m growing?

‘Leave mom alone,’ Celine says. ‘We’re just looking out for you.’

I can’t help but bark out a laugh. ‘You think calling me the most undesirable human being in the world is looking out for me? Grow the fuck up, Celine.’

Where is this fire coming from and where can I get more of it?

‘Don’t talk to your sister like that,’ mom now butts in.

‘My sister? You honestly want me to consider you family now? You disowned me, remember?’

‘Because you didn’t behave.’

‘Because I made a mistake,’ I say, my tone a lot harder now. ‘I made a fucking mistake and the only thing that could’ve helped me, was some love and support, which I never got from you guys. For years I have been looking for someone who actually cares about me. Cares for me. Goes out of their way for me. And that job isn’t cut out for you guys. You’ve been kicking me further into the ground every opportunity you got. But that’s not Henry.’

‘You cannot possibly believe the man you whored yourself out to, actually cares for you?’

‘I did not whore myself out,’ I snap, as I look at my mother. ‘I love him.’

What a moment to say that for the first time.

‘You what?’ mom asks, with a surprised look in her eyes.

‘I love him,’ I say again and it’s easier to say it now. ‘For the first time in my life, I feel loved, I feel cared for, like I do matter. You disowned me,’ I say, ‘and now you’re actually going to treat me like I was disowned. You stay the fuck out of my life and when you see me, you get the hell out of the place, before I even know that you are there. I don’t want anything to do with you anymore.’

‘I am your mother.’

‘You are nothing. The whole Kim family is nothing to me. When you disowned me, you considered me dead, however you still talk to me whenever you see me, almost like you’re using a damn ouija board. But you have to stop that, because I now consider you dead to me.’

There. I said it. I finally managed to actually say the words. For years I have tried to avoid it, to ignore it, but now it’s real.

Now the disownment is official, from both sides.

✤ ✤ ✤

I’m crying. Not because I’m sad (okay, I admit: I’m a little sad), but because I mourn. It’s official. At least, it feels official for me. I officially don’t have family anymore. No biological family. As I walk home, I wipe my cheeks clean from my tears.

‘Baby, wait up,’ Henry says, holding my hand.

‘No, Henry, I need to be alone.’ I pull my hand out of his and cross my arms in front of my chest. ‘I don’t want to talk about it.’

He sighs, but nods. ‘I understand that. Just… Just know that I am proud of you. I think it was very brave of you that you told them off like that.’

Of course, he’ll give me a compliment in a situation like this. ‘I will call you when I’m ready.’

Henry is hurt. He wants to be there for me, but I can’t have someone being there for me. Not yet at least.

‘I meant what I said,’ I whisper, but loud enough for him to hear me. ‘I love you.’

‘I love you too, baby,’ he says. ‘I love you a lot.’

August 4th 1 p.m.

I don’t think I have changed out of my pajama since the moment I arrived back home. Henry and I didn’t go to dinner, we didn’t spend time together, we didn’t make love. I saw the messages from my friends that they arrived safely at their destinations. I noticed how Henry is giving me space.

It’s just I can’t think right now, because my brain is overworking itself. I can’t seem to text or call my friends or Henry.

I’m scared.

✤ ✤ ✤

Genevieve: Okay, so because you didn’t call us or answered us back, I took the liberty to call your boyfriend

Genevieve: And he told us what happened

Viola: I’m so sorry, Becky

Viola: But I’m also really proud of you 💕

Viola: Standing up to your parents after what they did to you, that must’ve been hard

Genevieve: BUT YOU DID IT!

Genevieve: We love you and take good care of yourself, okay?

August 5th 11:00 a.m.

Genevieve: Just text your daddy

Viola: He is getting worried

✤ ✤ ✤

Daddy 🥰: Baby, I know you said you wanted to be alone, but it has been two days

Daddy 🥰: I’m worried to say the least

Daddy 🥰: Let me now you’re okay, please

August 6th 1 p.m.

Genevieve: I will not shortcut my trip, but if you don’t tell us you’re okay, I’m coming home

Viola: I just got off the phone with Henry and he is willing to get me and Noah a private plane so we can come back

Viola: Tell us at least you’re okay

Becky: I’m okay, promise

Genevieve: Tell Henry that as well

✤ ✤ ✤

Becky: I’m okay

Daddy 🥰: Baby, where are you? Please, I need to talk to you.

Daddy 🥰: I need to see you

Becky: I just can’t yet.

Daddy 🥰: Can you then at least go to your place? I hate that you’re never home

Daddy 🥰: I won’t bother you, but please, just be at your place, so I can stop worrying

Becky: Okay, I’ll come home

August 7th 5 p.m.

Genevieve: I swear you need to check in on Henry now

Genevieve: We just spoke to him on video call

Viola: He doesn’t look good, Becky

Viola: We have witnessed these moments of yours, but Henry hasn’t. So please, just go to him.

Becky: Okay

✤ ✤ ✤

Becky: Are you home?

Daddy 🥰: I am

Becky: Can we talk?

Daddy 🥰: My door is open for you

✤ ✤ ✤

His door is indeed open when I step out of the elevator. I haven’t spoken to him in so long (as a matter of fact, I haven’t spoken to anyone in days), what if it’s gonna be awkward? My days were spend either in my room or walking outside. I’ve been spending a lot of hours walking, to a point where I actually hurt my ankle and knee a bit.

I push his front door open and I see him sitting at his table.

My friends were right. Henry doesn’t look good. His cheeks are hollowed, it seems like he hasn’t slept in days and there is a chance he might’ve developed a slight drinking problem, because I see a lot of empty bottles.

What have I done?

‘Henry?’ I ask.

He looks up and lets out a relieved sigh. ‘Hi,’ he says. ‘How are you?’

I shrug. I can’t say I’m okay, because I’m not. My thoughts and my mourning has been eating me alive. ‘I’m sorry.’

‘For what?’

‘For… Pushing you away, when you only wanted to be there for me. For not answering to your texts. It’s just that they were right.’

Henry frowns. ‘Who were right?’

‘My mom and sister. I am the most undesirable person in the world, meaning I don’t deserve you.’

‘That’s nonsense.’ He stands up from the table and walks over to me, placing his hands on my shoulders. Oh, how I have missed his touch. ‘Tell me in all honesty, did those words bring you back? Back to the time when they said those things to you?’

I nod. ‘It did. It was so wrong of me to push you away,’ I whisper. ‘I shouldn’t have. It was unfair of me and for that I’m so sorry. I know that talking to you would’ve been better, because then I could’ve told you that… We should stop.’

‘What?’ His tone is loud, almost making my ears ring. ‘You’re breaking up with me?’

I nod. ‘It’s for the best of us. Besides, it’s true. I don’t deserve you. I mean, I ignored you for days and I hurt you and—’

‘This is nonsense,’ he barks out, causing me to stiffen up. He turns around and slams his hand on the table. ‘We are not breaking up.’

‘What? Henry, it would be better if—’

‘You don’t get it, Becky. It wouldn’t be better if we broke up, it would only make everything worse. If we break up now, you let them win, is that what you want?’

I don’t know what to say, because is that what I want? What I egoistically want is for us to stay together forever, but… I can’t, because I’m not worthy.

‘I love you, baby and you love me. There’s that, it’s all we gonna need. I’m not going to let you go. Not because of what your mom and sister told you.’

Tears run over my cheeks. ‘Henry,’ I whimper. ‘I just lost my family. The things I said to them… It’s serious now.’

He nods. ‘I know that. You’re mourning, sweetheart and that is painful. I understand, but you have to remember this: you told your family the truth.’ My cries fill the room and that’s the moment Henry walks up to me again and wraps his arms around my waist. ‘I love you, Becky. I love you so so much.’

‘But what if you don’t anymore one day?’

‘Impossible.’ He pulls my head against his chest. ‘Stay, baby, stay with me.’

I don’t know. I don’t know what is the best. I shake my head. ‘I can’t.’

‘You can, baby,’ he says. ‘If you really don’t want it anymore, I’ll accept that. Whatever you choose, I’ll respect it, but know that… I love you and will do that forever.’

The idea of me choosing whether or not we’re going to stop… That is scaring me. Too much of a decision. ‘I love you, Henry,’ I whisper. ‘I want to be yours.’

He lets out a sigh of relief. ‘Forever?’

‘Forever,’ I say. ‘I really want to be your girlfriend.’

He smiles. ‘How about boyfriend and girlfriend for now, until I find the perfect ring to put on your finger?’

My cheeks heat up. ‘Really?’

‘Of course,’ he says. ‘If you want that.’

‘I’d never thought about marriage really, but… With you it doesn’t seem that scary. I want to have a future with you.’

‘Good,’ he whispers. He lifts me up in his arms and he plops on the couch, with me securely seated on his lap. ‘I love you, baby.’

I smile. ‘And I love you.’

‘Daddy’s so proud of you. For what you said to your sister and mother, for coming back to me and talking to me.’ Like usual, he pushes his hand underneath my shirt and holds me closely to him. ‘What are we going to do tonight?’

‘Talk,’ I whisper, ‘cuddle, tell each other how much we love each other. You know I’ve been meaning to tell you for a while, but I couldn’t. I feared you didn’t love me back.’

Henry chuckles. ‘Well, I was afraid too,’ he admits. ‘Afraid you didn’t love me either.’

‘Oh, aren’t we a pair?’

‘How about you change into something more comfortable?’ he asks. ‘You seem tense. You want to take a bath together? Or a shower?’

I shake my head. ‘No, it’s okay. I’m on my period, actually.’

‘Oh, then we definitely should change into something comfortable and I’ll make you a nice cup of tea.’ He gives me a kiss and wants to get up, but I push him back in the couch.

‘Are we good, Henry?’

‘Yes, we are,’ he says, ‘unless there is something you want to discuss.’

I shake my head. ‘No, there’s not. Just… Thank you, for still being there for me.’

‘Oh baby girl, I’m always gonna be there for you.’

August 22nd 4 p.m.

‘Henry!’ I yell, as I walk into his place. No response… I thought he was home? ‘Daddy!’

‘Yes, baby?’

Oh, then he responds? So typical.

‘I bought something.’

Henry peeks his head from the kitchen and smiles. ‘What did you buy, beautiful?’

‘Clothes,’ I say, ‘and some other stuff.’ I place the box on the floor, before I let the bags slide from my arms. ‘I even went to the flea market.’

He scrunches up his nose. ‘Flea market? Why on earth would you do that?’

‘You’ve been rich too long,’ I tell him. ‘Flea markets are amazing. You can get so many very unique stuff for barely any money.’

Henry still isn’t convinced, so to meet him halfway, I decide to show him the clothes I bought in the stores first. I try on the dresses, the pants and the tops I got and as I expected, Henry loves everything. ‘I also got some other stuff,’ I coyly say, ‘but that has to wait for later.’

He raises his eyebrows. ‘What is it?’

‘Some lingerie. You get to pick the color for later tonight.’

‘Why wait?’ he asks with a grin. ‘Come on, baby, you could be trying on lingerie now.’

I glare at him. ‘You haven’t seen my other stuff yet. I’m going to show you what I bought. You are going to love it, I’m sure of it, despite it coming from a flea market.’

‘I’m still not convinced,’ he says, taking place at the table, leaning back in the chair. It’s the man spreading that does it for me.

‘So, I bought this.’ I open the box and hold up a painting I thought was adorable. It’s a field, with trees and flowers and goats on the grass, while there is a couple holding hands standing in the middle of the painting. With a little bit of fantasy, this could be us. ‘What do you think?’

He smiles. ‘Okay, that is kinda cute. Where do you want to put it?’

‘I was thinking somewhere here,’ I suggest. ‘Your place is kinda dull.’

‘It’s not dull,’ he says. ‘It’s modern.’

Therefore dull. I tut out my bottom lip. ‘Daddy, please? It would look so cute here.’

‘Ah yeah, I can’t compete with that. Okay, we’ll put it up here. I’ll get the toolbox later, baby.’

Henry with a toolbox? I’ve had one encounter with him and the toolbox, but that was pre dating. Imagine what will happen to me now? ‘And I bought this.’ I hold up a vase that’s pink and the color is all I care about. ‘Well?’

‘Okay yeah, that’s cute too. How do you even find stuff like that on a flea market?’

‘I have an eye for that sort of things. Call me gifted. Okay, the last thing. It’s maybe a little much, but I thought it was really adorable and please don’t hate me for it, okay?’

‘Why would I hate you?’ he asks, adding a scoff. ‘I’m not gonna say I’m insulted… But still.’

I stick out my tongue. ‘It’s a little baby romper.’

The smile on his face is telling. ‘That is the best thing you bought.’ Henry stands up and walks over to me. He takes the romper with the baby elephants on it from my hands and asks: ‘Why did you buy it, baby girl?’

‘Because… It was too cute not to take with me. The woman who sold her baby clothes, she told me her kids were now seven and nine and she wasn’t going to have any more kids in the future. Therefore, she was selling them. I told her that I was shopping for my nephew. I’m sorry, it’s just that I don’t want to rush or anything, and buying this…’

He smiles. ‘I love it,’ he whispers. ‘You are the cutest.’ Henry leans down to give me a long kiss on my lips. I melt against him, my arms wrapping around his neck. ‘Our baby will look cute in that.’

Our baby. ‘You want one with me?’

‘I want at least two with you,’ he whispers. ‘Only even numbers, I’ve heard.’

I roll my eyes. ‘Yeah, only even numbers.’

‘How about you and I get some practice in first? You could try one of those sets you bought.’

That clearly hasn’t left his mind. ‘I bought white, black, red and pink.’

‘Go for the pink, baby.’

✤ ✤ ✤

The pink fabric is pretty see through. The tiny roses in the thin fabric is don’t hide anything. I think there isn’t a lot of difference in me naked and me in this set. But it’s so beautiful though, so soft and it does hug my body in all the right places.

I run my fingers through my hair, before I peek my head around the corner of the bathroom. Henry’s on the bed and staring at the bathroom door. A smile appears on his face. ‘There she is.’

‘I’m nervous.’

‘Why are you nervous, baby?’

‘Just because,’ I shrug. ‘I know you’ll like it, but… This isn’t really me. What if it’s too much?’

‘I am sure it’s not going to be too much, baby. Come on, let daddy see it.’ He sits up straighter and I can’t compete against that much eagerness.

I step into the room and his entire face lights up. I spin around and ask: ‘And?’

‘Shit, you look absolutely gorgeous.’ He ushers me over and when I’m near him, he pulls me close. ‘I know you don’t want to walk around the house naked, though I’m still going to try and convince you to do so, but how about you wear this around the house?’

‘I’ll think about it,’ I say, as his hands slide from my back further down, to cup my ass.

‘I’m such a lucky guy, you know,’ he whispers against my chest, before pressing a kiss on the delicate skin. ‘Sit on my lap, baby.’

As I straddle his thick thighs, I pull him in for a kiss. Him in this much clothing, while I’m wearing next to nothing, is a situation he enjoys and if I’m being completely honest, I like it a lot as well.

When I grew up, I never thought I would be the type that would like this, being taken care of by your significant other. However, while I still enjoy my independence from time to time, no one in my life has ever gone out of the way for me like Henry does.

‘I love you,’ I whisper against his soft lips.

He smiles. ‘I love you too and I’m gonna take good care of you now, baby,’ he says.

‘Like you always do.’ 

[ivarisms]

Forbidden Romance

Summary: Ivar the Boneless finds a Princess during one of his raids on Mercia, a sign from the Gods he decides. She is a Christian and he is a Viking, a forbidden romance on both sides of the sea. But Ivar does not care what others think, and he won’t start now.  

Story Rating: Mature — 18+

MASTERLIST

                   CHAPTER TWO --- TWO SIDES OF THE SAME COIN

​The great wooden Viking long ship creaked and swayed violently against the battering swell of deep blue waves, and the bitterly cold water accompanied with white froth lapped up the sides of the hull, a terrifying sight for Freya who had never experienced the wrath of the North Sea. The young Mercian princess huddled herself into the stern of the ship, pulling her knees up into her chest and holding them there with trembling arms as the weather took a turn for the worse. She was freezing, colder than she believed she had ever been before, and she had experienced many terrible winters back home. She remembered them well, vast blankets of white snow as deep as her knees and whistling winds that could freeze her stiff if she stayed out in them too long. But there had always been firewood to keep her warm, out here in the middle of the sea there was nothing but the clothes on her back.

A great crack of thunder tore through the sky above, startling her from her memories. The sound made everyone on board flinch in surprise and Freya for a moment thought the heavens had split open. Commands were shouted between the Vikings in a language she couldn’t speak or understand, but she watched their faces and seen for herself the fear in their features. This was not good.

We are going to die out here, Lord please save our souls. 

She thought, trying to quell the rising panic in her chest along with the horrific sea sickness that swirled inside her belly by closing her eyes and pretending everything was fine.

“Don’t be afraid.”

Opening her eyes at the sound of the familiar voice, she found Ivar looking back at her from where he sat opposite her. She could have sworn he hadn’t been there before, or was her mind playing tricks on her? It didn’t matter. She was terrified, and no amount of reassurance from the very man who had stolen her from her land would make her feel at ease.

“I’m not.” She lied through chattering teeth, not convincing even herself of her own attempt to seem fine but she carried on with the act anyway, glowering back at him to let him know she could handle herself. “How long until we get there?” The question left her lips as more of a plea, but she hoped she didn’t sound desperate. 

The corner of Ivar’s lips curved into the subtlest of smirks and his deep piercing blue eyes narrowed just enough to make her doubt herself, he was good at that, too good. It was if he was silently mocking her, scheming some devious plan in that wicked mind of his.

He knows I am afraid, and he likes it. 

“Three days if we are quick.” He told her, never once looking phased by the chaos of the sea around him. There was a small pause before he continued, furrowing his brow. “Is this your first time on a ship?”

“Yes.” She breathed, lowering her eyes to her gloved hands to avoid his gaze. “I hate it, I hate the s-sea.” She stuttered, feeling colder by the second.

“You’ll grow used to it.” He sighed breezily and rolled his broad shoulders into a shrug. “You may even start to like it, in fact I’m sure of it.”

“I doubt it.” She murmured, shifting her weight until she turned herself away from him. Laying herself down onto the hard deck, Freya curled herself into a ball and closed her eyes, hoping to fall asleep until they arrived to where they were going.

Ivar remained seated, not moving to join her but instead keeping a watchful eye on her instead.                                  

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Some time later, Freya started awake. Her entire body trembled from the freezing rain that pummelled down onto the ship from the grey clouds above. Groaning, she pulled herself up into a sitting position and winced at the dull ache in her neck from the position she had been sleeping in. How long was I out for? She thought. With teeth clinched, she tried to stop her jaw from rattling but she was freezing. She couldn’t feel her fingers or toes anymore, and her chest was so tense that she could no longer breathe in without hurting. Her ribs were tender, as if she had been punched a few times.

“I’m dying…” She whispered, tears pricking her soft eyes. She believed she wouldn’t survive this perilous journey to Norway and maybe that was a good thing. Just then as she gave into the deep depression that washed over her, Freya heard a dragging noise sound coming from her side.

Ivar. 

Her stomach lurched in surprise when she saw the Viking crawl up the deck and into the space next to her, his strong arms carrying the bulk of his weight on calloused hands that were bound with black leather wraps. She supposed crawling was how he got to one place to another when he didn’t have the support of his cane. It was unsettling to witness, almost snake-like.

“…I…” She attempted to speak up, tried to muster enough strength to tell him she was ‘fine’ and to tell him to get away from her but her mouth seized shut involuntarily with the chills. She didn’t want his company, she would much rather freeze to death alone than have him anywhere near her. He was the sole cause of her misery.

“Sssh, don’t talk.” Ivar hushed away her futile attempts to protest and pulled himself up to sit by her side. She leaned away from him, not wanting him to witness her vulnerability and mock her for being weak, but as much as she expected him to bite at her with some sarcastic comment, he didn’t. Instead he began untying the tassels that held his black fur cloak in place around his broad shoulders. “I promise you that things won’t always be this way, we will be home soon.”

His voice was smooth as he tugged the cloak from his back and wrapped it tightly around her shivering frame. Freya didn’t know how to process the gentle way he handled her, she truly wanted to run from his foreign touch, but she had nowhere to run to. Feeling herself sink into his chest in defeat, sadness swelled in her chest as he wrapped an arm around her, pulling her in close to him to keep her warm.

“You took everything from me…” She whispered, tears slipping down her cheeks and onto his black armoured chest. “I have nothing, I have nobody.”

Ivar’s eyes softened at the sound of her pitiful voice, and he let his nose dip into her hair as he stroked her back. He was fully aware of the fact that she hated him, it was to be expected but in time she would see things from his perspective.

“I took from you what needed to be taken.” He told her lowly, allowing his lips to linger against the top of her head. “Your life back in Mercia would have amounted to nothing if I had not have saved you, princess. Your pig of a father was willing to let you be raped and die in exchange for his own life. He gave this ‘evil Viking’ his permission to do with you whatever I wanted, so if it had not been me to raid your town and some other raider had got there first --- you may not have been so lucky. Remember this when you try and convince yourself I am some monster dragging you into the dark!” 

“He never would have done that to me.” Freya lifted her head then and glared at the Viking who held her gaze. “You’re lying.”

Pressing his tongue against the back of his teeth, Ivar raised his brow and leaned in towards her, his nose brushing against hers. “You think so?”

Freya tensed as Ivar challenged her with that look, the kind that buried itself deep in her soul.  “He told me you were tucked away inside the chapel with your bishop when I nailed him to his cross.” He continued. “He told me you were beautiful with eyes as green as emeralds and hair as gold as the sun, and he wasn’t wrong. You truly are beautiful.”

“Stop.” She whispered, pulling her teary eyed gaze from his face. “Please, just stop. I don’t want to hear anymore.”

Her voice broke then and she slumped into herself, defeated by heartbreak. “The truth hurts sometimes, but it needs to be heard. There must be part of you that believes the Gods have plans for us.” He told her bluntly. 

Freya didn’t know if she believed in anything anymore. She was at a loss. Ivar the Boneless was the grim reaper, wherever he went death followed along with a murder of crows. And yet as much as she thought him to be a monster, she leaned into his solid chest and listened to his heart thump steadily against her ear. A monster doesn’t have a heartbeat. She thought to herself. A monster would never be as warm as he feels to me now. Breathing in the fur cloak that had his scent all over it – a mixture of the sea, soil, musk and firewood, Freya decided he didn’t smell all that much of a monster either. Closing her eyes, the Mercian princess felt herself drift.

“I think your Gods brought you to the wrong Freya.” She broke her silence. “I am a Christian, you are a Viking --- we are not the same.”

“They are never wrong.” He told her. “It is true, you are a Christian and I am a Viking. I don’t understand it myself but I have faith things will become clearer in time.”

Freya was asleep before he finished his sentence, exhaustion taking over. Leaning his head of dark braids back against the wooden stern, Ivar sighed as he let the princess sleep against him. His fleet of ships continued their perilous path towards Kattegat. 

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[redgalaxyarts]

Obsession - Tamaki

Synopsis: (MxF) Tamaki is y/n's stepbrother, ever since she came into his life all those years ago he's wanted no one but her. He's tired of hearing y/n's boyfriend use her body when he knows he could do it so much better. He knows what he's about to do is wrong but he just can't seem to help himself.

Warnings: Language, DUBCON, adultery, slight domming, STEPCEST, slight tentacles, toy use, pervy Tamaki, panty sniffing, mentions of alcohol, spit, facial, oral, creampie, bruising

(3rd POV)

The dictionary definition of obsession is: an idea or thought that continually preoccupies or intrudes on a person's mind. That's exactly what was constantly stuck in Tamaki's mind every second of the day. The thought of her bent over her bed with the sheets in her mouth and tears cascading down her face while Tamaki was behind her giving her the orgasm of her life was constantly occurring in the man's head.

In their first year, she and him met when their parents introduced them to each other and announced the marriage. Ever since they had their first handshake and Tamaki felt her soft skin he was instantly drawn to her, captivated like an artist to their most finest painting. Since their first hug when he felt her plush tits brush against his chest and his cheeks turned the rosiest of red and he touched himself to sleep that night, to the first time they kissed after a heavily drunken evening when their parents skipped down and they agreed not to mention it again but Tamaki never forgot about that day. He always remembers the way her tongue slid across his and the very quietest of moans that left her mouth when he somehow gathered a handful of courage to bite her lip and pull her hair. Tamaki remembers it all, he knows it's wrong to think of his younger sister that way, but he knew it wasn't as bad as it could be since they weren't actually related, it would be okay, they'd be okay. Least, that's what he kept telling himself every night when he would steal a spare pair of panties to keep as his own just to have that smell of her next to him.

Those thoughts were running especially rampant with Tamaki hearing her pathetic excuse of a boyfriend using her as his own sex toy when she deserves to be treated better. He was locked in his room, hip-thrusting into his pillow with an ear to the wall listening to her barely moan from the "performance" the two of them were putting on.

This wasn't as loud as she could go and Tamaki knew it. He heard those lonely nights when she'd pull out her vibrator and how loud she'd get even though her face was buried into the pillow trying to keep quiet. Tamaki knows how much of a freak she is after he went into her room when she passed out and saw her lying naked with her pretty and pierced nipples laying up and open for him just asking to be sucked, it took everything in Tamaki not to have his way with her then and there.

This time was it, Tamaki had enough with fucking his pillow and whining at how pathetic it was when he could be getting the real thing if he just waited and played his cards right. So he stopped after cumming in his boxers and wiping himself clean and changing boxers, he waited until her spiky blond dog of a boyfriend left without even a goodbye to either of them, he waited until she took a shower to clean herself and get back to her room, he waited up until he heard the low buzzing of her vibrator starting up. He'd make his move now, he knows she needs him, and he's more than happy to help her.

Tamaki's heart lept out of his chest when he finally walked to her door and rested his forehead on it breathing in and out trying to calm himself. His eyes were shut into slits and his hands were shaking, he was right about to turn away until he heard it-

"Ah, fuck."

Her moan sent shivers straight to his cock. His shyness was immediately dissipated as he placed his now relaxed hand on the doorknob and turned it, practically throwing the door open in the process.

When the door hit the side of the wall the girl immediately dropped the toy and covered her bare self with her comforter. The toy rolled off the bed and onto the floor and the faint buzz in the background only drove Tamaki further to her.

"Tama, what? You okay?" She asked with a confused face.

"Lay down." He commanded, totally unlike him she thought.

"Huh? No Tamaki please leave I'm indecent right now."

"You heard what I said, lay down and open the covers." He strode farther into the room and when he got next to the bed she hugged her covers tighter to her chest.

"No-" Before she could protest, Tamaki used one of his tentacles to pull away the covers from her and her bare body was presented to him.

He kissed her with such ferocity and intimacy with one hand behind her head and onto her neck that she couldn't help but moan into his mouth. She knew it was wrong, she had a boyfriend, has, she has a boyfriend, she thought to herself. When Tamaki bit her tongue she moaned once more before pulling herself away and shaking her head.

"Tamaki I can't, what about Bakugo can't do that to him." She whispers to him while wiping her bottom lip with her thumb, not actively trying to cover herself up anymore.

"Y/n, I-I need this and I know you do too. He c-can't make you cum like I can." His normal anxious stutter comes back but his facade of dominance and confidence is still being presented behind it.

She brushes her hair to the back of her head and rubs her palms in her face and is about to protest again before a yelp rips through her mouth as she's pulled downwards on her bed and her head falls into her pillows. Her thighs are propped up onto Tamaki's shoulders and he bites into her thigh which makes her squirm and thrash, not from the feeling of it but from the conflicting emotions coursing through her.

"Tamaki n- ooohhh fuck." Her protest was cut short at the sudden long lick up her lips from the man under her. She goes to speak again but her words get stuck in her throat when she feels two slender fingers split her lips apart and a tongue graze over her clit. Her legs spazz from the sudden hit against her nerves and she's instantly enthralled at the dance happening against her pussy.

She bucks into his face when he enters two fingers inside of her, scissoring and pumping out of her to get her stretched for him. Tamaki's other hand rests on the hook of her pelvic bone and rubs circles in that area trying to comfort her and feel all of her while she takes one hand to tangle between his locks and push him farther into her pussy and she uses her other hand to twist her nipple in between her fingers.

"Holy shit Tama, yes, yes right there please." She breathes out as the man hits a particularly good spot inside of her while curling his fingers and he can already feel how close she is. He smiles into her pussy at his obsession and daydream finally coming true.

"Sssh y/n, you don't want to wake up mom and dad do you?" His words muffled from the muff in his mouth and the girl just rolls her eyes back behind her head and takes in the new speed of his fingers and tongue.

"Y-yes sir." She says, not thinking of it.

Tamaki freezes and a pang of something shoots to his cock, making it stand straighter and harder than before. He pulls away and she whimpers for him and tries to pull him back down but it's with no use as he uses his tentacles to snatch her wrists and move them above her head.

"Say it again." He says standing above her now.

"Sir."

Ecstacy shivers run through his body as he cracks his neck and smiles a wicked smile the girl's never seen before.

"On your stomach for me."

"Yes sir." The girl agrees purely motivated by the ache in her core.

Tamaki bends down to meet her at eye level and smiles as he leans in to kiss her. She smiles back with him and they share the sloppiest kiss they've ever had but the intention behind it is that most passionate thing they've ever tasted. They pull away with a string of saliva between them and the girl smiles up through her eyelashes at Tamaki as she licks it clean.

"Be good for me and take all of my cock alright?"

She nods her head and helps Tamaki step out of his boxers before his cock springs back against his pale stomach. She tries her best to hide the expression on her face but Tamaki notices it before smirking to himself at his pride. He is average size but he is girthier than she's ever seen, girthier than her boyfriend and vibrator are. She gulps and wipes away the shock before wetting her lips with her tongue and opens her mouth wide before Tamaki takes her head in his hand and guides her to his cock with his other.

"Aah, y/n, fuck." Tamaki whimpers out as he lets his head fall backward and his fingers knot into her hair and grip tightly while he waits for her to take him all the best she can. She gets halfway before choking and pulling away but she shuts her eyes and takes a deep breath before trying again and this time she gets him all the way in and Tamaki shakes in her mouth at feeling himself in her throat. His moans are quiet but so confident as he rocks his hips against her face with her now cupping his balls helping him get closer to cumming.

The sounds of gulping and moaning and still the slight buzz in the background is all that's heard in the room. She has picked up her pace with blowing him and he's holding onto her head for dear life before he reaches over and smacks her ass cheek as hard as he can and grips it tightly and he feels her moan slide from her mouth and vibrates his dick. He does it to the other one before standing up again and pulls her from his cock.

"You're such a good little sis for me huh?"

"Mhm, just for you sir."

They kiss each other slowly before he lays her onto her back and slides her up and adjusts himself between her legs, lining himself up with her.

"You ready for me?"

"Please do it, I want to cum on your cock Tama."

He moans a deep growl before he slides himself forcefully into her dripping cunt and begins his attack against her pussy. The bedframe knocks against the wall and she hurriedly reaches up and puts a pillow behind it as to not wake up their parents before her arms fall back down and grab Tamaki everywhere they can. She grips his biceps and squeezes before he hits a certain sweet spot inside of her and she lets a moan rip before Tamaki slides his palm over her mouth.

"Shut it y/n."

Her eye's shut as he thrusts harder, and their moans are quiet but forceful. Her legs wrap around his waist and her heels dig into his back as she tries to push him further in, when he does go further she feels his veins rake against her gummy walls and she feels his girth spread her wide. Her moans don't stop, so Tamaki takes the hand over her mouth, slides it down her neck, and squeezes tightly as he rams her with more force. She feels the pain in her gut and her throat but she doesn't care because of the pure pleasure she's feeling.

Her hands slide to Tamaki's back and she leaves deep scratches as he hikes her legs to her shoulders and pounds into her in the deepest spot she's felt yet. Her legs shake and her toes curl as she feels herself drawing closer. Tears are pin-pricking her eyes as the lack of oxygen and the sharp pain in her gut is getting too intense but she doesn't dare move cause she doesn't want to break from this feeling. A single tear falls and Tamaki bends down to kiss it away before releasing her throat and a deep breath is had from her but it's cut off by Tamaki's lips.

Their lips move in tandem with one another and it's as if Tamaki is giving his breath to her but she practically inhales him as she moans into his mouth. Tamaki now takes his free hand and moves it to her clit and rubs and she's seeing white. Her eyes roll to the back of her head, her legs spazz uncontrollably, her chest heaves and her breath hitches as she orgasms and tries her absolute hardest to not scream out the pleasure she just felt.

It's only a handful of more pumps before Tamaki unloads himself inside of her and his thrusts grow sloppy after he cums. They both stop and take deep pants and wipe the sweat from each other before Tamaki slowly pulls out of her and they both whine at the loss and the cum drips from her pussy.

"Fuck that's hot."

"Mhmm, towel and water please." She says with the shakiest smile and voice she's ever spoken with.

Tamaki nods and goes to the bathroom and grabs a towel and wets it and cleans her up before kissing her pussy once more as well as her lips and he quickly yet quietly runs into the kitchen to grab a bottle of water and he brings it back and helps her bring it to her lips.

"Thanks, Tama." She says with a smile before chugging half of it and sliding under her covers after setting the bottle on her dresser.

He slides in next to her and they kiss each other slowly and passionately before pulling away.

"This isn't right Tama, we can't tell anyone about this."

"Don't worry, I w-won't. You don't know how long I've wanted you."

"I do know actually, I..I've heard you fucking your fist to me before, it was hot but so wrong so I didn't do anything about it."

Tamaki didn't know what to say so his face turned beat red and he buried himself into her pillows before she giggles.

"Too late to get shy now Tama, you just fucked your little sister."

"Y-yeah I-I know." He squeaks into her pillow, not wanting to face her from his anxiety.

"Ssshh, come on Tama, it's alright."

She says before kissing his shoulder blades and rubbing the back of his head before he turns his head to her and faces her and she kisses his cheeks and they snuggle up into each other and fall asleep.