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keyaho · 1 month ago

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.summary. a continuation of the previous chapter. Terry makes a bold move on Nami and gives her some well earned softness.

.kinks. choking, collaring, implied oral, sexual intercourse, suggestive language. 3021 words

.warnings. minors do not engage, you are responsible for reading material that is age appropriate. this story is written for those 21+. this chapter is a bit shorter as it's a continuation.

“Give me that pussy,’ Terry growled.

The sound was deep in his throat. His already low voice was deeper, richer, hungrier. Nami could only moan as he stuffed her pussy with his dick. On her hands and knees, Terry’s hand pushed down on her shoulder and pulled up on her hips.

She wiggled her hips backwards, swallowing his thickness in inch by inch. It was a little past two in the afternoon and she was fucked out. How he was able to draw out pleasure from her made Nami cross her eyes. She focused on his hips, the way they pounded against hers, and how his balls slapped up against her clit. She was salivating herself, drool coating her chin and chest, wetting up the sheets.

"I know that shit feels good,' he cooed, his tongue lapping at the shell of her ear.

Two orgasms in and he was fucking her towards her third. He’d already filled her with his cum and was itching to do it again. She was a mess between her legs. A creamy white mess.

“Sir,’ she whined as his stopped moving.

“Mh?” He asks coolly, ‘whatchu’ need besides this dick, Nami? You shouldn’t be asking for anything else right now.”

Her lips puckered together as she whispered so breathlessly he barely heard it. “Okay.”

Terry had given her a little more vocal leeway. Her replies had to be respectful with no cursing. He’d let her little, okay, slip because he could feel her shaking in his hands. She was still sensitive from this morning and he knew it was pushing on uncomfortable. Terry brought her back from sub space a while ago and was keeping her engaged to avoid a second slip so soon.

“Can I share something,’ he says, his thrusts quickening as he pulled her up and threw his arm around her neck. His other landed on her belly, locking her in place while supporting her lower body before he rallied his strength and fucked into her.

Nami stared up at the ceiling. His bicep and forearm applied heavy pressure to her neck, the choking method felt like a boa constrictor. His arm was so thick. He applied just enough pressure for her to feel it while cutting off just enough air she soaked his dick from the pressure and he could feel it leaking on his thighs.

“There you go,’ he whispered, very close to her ear, ‘wet that dick up, pretty girl.”

He listened to her cries and screams. Egged on by her vocal offerings, Terry rubbed hand down between her legs, thumbing the sensitive clit that was swollen and needy.

“I can’t wait for you to touch me,’ he grunted. “Those soft pretty hands on me? I. Can't. Wait.” He punctuated his words with hip shattering thrusts.

“Please, please, please,’ she begged, voice thick with desire just for the simple act of touch.

“And that’s why I’m making you wait,’ he hissed. “I like hearing you beg.”

Nami was at his control, arched back into his vice grip as her pussy fluttered around his dick. “Because as soon as I do, I’m at your mercy,’ he admitted, ‘and baby, I just can’t have that.”

Terry leaned against the cart, his attention divided between the cart filling with Christmas ornaments, a Oreo Frappuccino he kept secretly sipping, and Nami, who was pacing the isle. He made the mistake of eating the last of her doughnut holes and when he slid his seat back in the car, egging on her on to suck his dick, she got out and walked towards the store, a pout on her lips. The last thing she needed was more sugar than her frappuccino and the doughnuts had been grabbed from a street vendor back at the market. Though he bought them, he denied wanting one, until his hand dove into the bag and pulled out the last one. It just so happened to be raspberry filled. Her favorite.

"Nami,' Terry called out, bumping her thigh with the cart.

"You ate my doughnut."

"I can go back to get you more,' he offered, again.

"No. I don't want them anymore."

"Then come drink this,' he said, holding up the cold confectionary drink.

Nami frowned. "It's melted and I don't want it anymore."

Terry let out a small laugh, his face twisting into a smile. "You're upset over the doughnut?"

She placed the pink ornaments back on the shelf and faced him.

"You said you didn't want any!" She replied, voice just above a whisper.

Nami grabbed the cold drink from him and wrapped her lips around the straw before taking a long sip. She yanked it out her mouth as her head began to chill.

"Do you want more?"

"You already asked me that."

"No, I said I would go back. I'm asking if you want more."

Nami walked around him with her cup, disappearing down another aisle as he tapped his fingers on the cart before following her.

It had been her idea to decorate a tree at his place since he didn't have one. She had her own, but the chance to get a new tree and ornaments took over. After Terry and her had showered and dress, she begged him to bring her out to find a tree. Though they were at her place, she wanted to put the tree at his. The cart was already filled with ornaments in green and silver. She had asked for his input and he was terrible at it. Picking out ornaments that didn't match in color. Left up to him, the tree would have been neon orange, black, and gold.

"You mad at me?"

He had stepped up behind her, his hand on her waist as she looked through the different color and shape of boxed lights. The drink in her hand chilled her palm. Blocked by his body, Terry slipped his hands down the front of her skirt.

"Sir,' she mumbled, 'someone can see."

He looked around at the semi busy store and shrugged. Pulling his hand back, he patted the side of her thigh.

"Then hurry up. I have something for you anyway."

It was a few things actually and he was glad she pushed him to put the tree up at his place. Everything he had for her would stay there unless he moved it. Nami watched him walk to another aisle before she followed behind him.

"Wait,' she tossed the drink in a trash and caught up to him at the stockings. "What do you have?"

She stood there with her hands behind her back. Looking up at him, Nami pursed her lips in question. He hadn't given anything away and she wasn't sure where they were in their relationship to buy him gifts. That must have shown on her face because he leaned down and pressed a kiss to her forehead.

"Don't worry about it Nami,' he said.

Her shoulders dropped a little as the tension released. She would still get him something, but she at least had time and another opportunity to view his place to see what he might like or want without directly asking. Terry was a quiet man and his house looked like a page from a minimalist magazine. From what she saw of his room all his things wer put away, shoes lined up perfectly along the wall, no stray clothes, and even his fridge was organized. Everything had it's place, including her.

Nami, anticipating what his surprise were, found the lights she wanted and tossed enough in the cart to string around the 8-foot tree.

Nami made Terry move the tree around five times before it ended up back where it first started; by dining table right before the hardwood floors changed to tile. Her black tree skirt stood out against the frosted leave christmas tree. She hadn't paid attention but the tree also came with little red berries on some of the branches, giving it depth and character. While he found an extension cord, Name began placing the pink and white ornaments. When he came back, he knelt beside her and plugged in the extension cord for her. He kissed her bare leg and up her thigh before wrapping her arms around her waist.

"You are distracting me." She mumbled.

She clenched the ornament in her hands and looked down at him. He pushed up her shirt and kiss her belly, mouthed around her waist as his head disappeared under her shirt. The warm air sent chills over her body as Terry's tongue licked at her inner thighs.

"Finish the tree, baby,' he replied.

This was the first time she had spent a holiday with a man in almost four years. It was weird, considering their dynamic, and comforting. This past semester had been hell before Terry came into her life. The balance and structure helped her flourish. She didn't dread going to class. She was present and focused. She wiggled her toes and leaned forward, trying to put the balls on the branches, but he was taking up space.

"Sir,' she wiggled her legs, his forehead was resting on her stomach.

"Nah,' he says. His fingers pinch the back of her thighs and she yelps. "Try that again."

"Oh! Sorry, Daddy,' she relaxes in his hold. It was hard to tell of his changes when she couldn't see him.

Nami leaned forward again and was startled when Terry picked up her leg and hooked it on his shoulder. He held her tight so she kept her balance, but she hated she couldn't see his face. Nami twisted around, searching for other ornaments when her leg buckled. Terry's tongue had slipped out his mouth and pressed against her clit.

"How am I supposed to,' Nami whimpered.

Terry had started to lower her to the floor, the ornaments were out of reach at this point and her legs were pushed apart. She reached down and pulled up her shirt, his dark green eyes and focused on her. As handy as the no panty rule was, sometimes she wanted to throw them on. His mouth was lethal and she knew when he locked in on her like that she wasn't going out without at least two orgasms.

Terry tilted his head upwards and she followed his gaze. Rolling over, Nami crawled towards the decorations and let out a small 'oof' when Terry grabbed her ankle. She had one of the boxes in her hand and laughed as he dragged her and the box back towards him.

When he finally let her finish, he was watching her from the couch. She moved around the tree with ease, changing the spots where she had placed an ornament or flower. Terry watched Nami admire the tree when she was done. His apartment looked a little more festive and it wasn't a total eyesore among his cleaner aesthetic.

"Come sit."

She moved towards Terry as he sat up. He reached into the table and for a second Nami thought he was getting her cuffs. Instead he pulled out a black square box and placed it on her lap. She knew it was kink related, but what else could he have? The anal ring he given her earlier was replaced with a slightly larger one already.

Opening the box, she shut it just as quickly and then gave him a surprised look.

"I was not expecting this,' she says, opening the box to stare at the diamond tennis necklace. It was very simple, dainty, and perfect.

"Collaring is important. We'll be in spaces of like minded people and I want them to know you're spoken for. Permanently."

He took the box from her and had her kneel between his legs with her back to him. She moved her curls out of the way as he latched the necklace around her neck, officially making it her collar. She turned around and he admired it. The way it sat against her collarbones, how it sparkled just enough, and the goofy and apprehensive smile on his subs face.

"What's wrong?" He asks.

"Nothing wrong,' she says, 'I….its a bit overwhelming."

It was a representation of their relationship and her acceptance of it. Nami reached up to touch it while excusing herself to the guest bathroom. She looked in the mirror at her collar. She could feel his expectations now. The necklace was beautiful and light, but it was heavy with responsibility. After about ten minutes, Terry knocked on the bathroom door.

"Nami,' he said, 'are you okay?"

She looked away from her reflection and opened the bathroom door. "Yes. I just needed to process what this means."

"It means you're my only submissive. It means you trust me with your body. I get to call you mine."

Nami nodded, but he knew what the problem. She needed assurance. She needed to be told.

"You're my submissive in bed and when I need you to be otherwise. You're also my girl,' he saw the change in her eyes, the way the softened to him. "I'm going to take you out as much as I slut you out."

Nami next surprise made her overly excited to the point she bounced up and down when he told her. Now that he had been able to indulge in her the least he could do was really reward her for being so good. It made shivers slide down his spine, but the pleasure on the other end of it kept him hard from the moment he told her until now. In the guest room, her last surprise was in his, he told her to get comfortable. Her back was against the headboard and her legs were spread. Terry had crawled between them and kissed her gently before exhaling deeply. He could see the excitement in her eyes. He’d finally given her permission to touch him and she instantly had been over zealous. She was bubbling with excitement as he complied with her want. He turned his body, his back to her chest, and she adjusted herself some so that he was partially on the pillows beside them. Nami ran her nose along his neck and watched his hands begin to clench at his sides.

Her tongue flattened against his neck and he jerked to the side away from her.

“You playin’,” he hissed.

Her ten minutes of exploring his half naked body were winding down. Nami kissed his shoulder, her right hand rubbing down his chest and stomach. The muscles clenched and the tent in his sweat grew.

“Oh?” She whispered, her fingertips snaking beneath the waist of the sweats. “Can I touch?” She asked. “Pwease, Daddy?” Her nails made small circles on his lower abdomen and Terry stared up at the ceiling as he tried to pull control from thin air. He was shaking as pleasure coursed through his body and he knew if she touched him what would happen.

“Yeah, go ahead baby. Touch Daddy.”

Nami slipped her hand in his sweats and he watched then felt her dainty palm wrap around the base of his dick. Pre cum leaked from the top and her thumb swirling the mess down to the base of his dick on one long and slow stroke.

“Oh fuck,’ he groaned, sinking into her embrace.

Her other hand was on his neck and she wrapped her hand around it to apply some pressure. She didn't waste time pulling him free from his sweats. Instead, she stroked him and they both watched the way his body began to tremble each time her hand moved.

"Shit." He cursed, his foot planting on the bed.

Nami stopped her hand at that, her index finger tapping his neck. "Put that leg down,' she said, a little commanding essence in her sweet voice. Terry did as he was told, grinning, but softly moaning as she resumed playing with his dick because that's exactly what she was doing. Playing.

He could feel her breath on the side of his face. Her breaths were long and drawn out to match the slow stroke of her hand. Downwards, she breathed in. Upwards, she exhaled. Her hand around his throat tightened and he could feel the points of her stiletto shaped nails dig into his skin. The pinch of the acrylics made his eyes roll to the back of his head. He melted into her arms, his hands clenched the sheets and the moving tent in his sweats pulled deep guttural moans from his chest.

“You’re so big Daddy,’ she whispered, her tongue dancing around the shell of his ear. “So thick,” she mumbled in awe.

Her hand barely wrapped around him. Nami glanced at the timer and began to slow her strokes. As much as she was enjoying it, she didn't want to get caught up and have to stop. Terry sat up, slight confusion but then the timer went off and they both jumped at the shrill sound. Nami pulled her hands away and placed them in her lap. When Terry turned to look at her, she wore a large grin on her face. She was more than please with herself for making him feel the way he did.

She noticed his face was scrunched up and he hd turned so his boyd was face her. Between her legs, Terry grabbed her hand, pinning it above her head with his own. He took the other and tugged her down so he could rest between her legs. He added the other hand to his grasp, and she dropped her legs to the bed, creating more room for him. Terry's dick was hard pressed against her sex, heavy, and hard.

"You're getting some rules for touching tomorrow,' he says while tugging down his sweats.

"Oh,' Nami replies, already lifting her shirt towards her head. She couldn't hid her smile from finally wearing him down.

He stoped it at her hands and twists it to keep her hands bound. He could feel the heat from her sex and with one well practiced stroke, he was buried in her cunt for what seemed like the hundredth time that day.

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lovesickhughes · 2 months ago

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SILVER BELLS — nico hischier x reader

a/n: happy december! here is the first of my upcoming christmas series. i loved writing this so much and feel like it was a great way to start the holiday season! a big thank you to @hughesinthebox for helping me with the ending of this fic, it honestly made it 10x better and more adorable, i appreciate you! i hope you enjoy 🫶🏻🎄🤍🧣

tags: nico hischier x reader

warnings: mentions of pregnancy (not the reader), FLUFF TO MY CORE

word count: 2.3k

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“Alright, just one more button and you, my little munchkin, will be all ready to go,” You heard Nico coo to your eight-month-old daughter as he buttoned up her cotton onesie that provided an extra thick layer of warmth to take on the brisk December air. As for yourself, you paced around the main room of your parent’s house, gathering all the last belongings you needed for the family outing.

Thankfully this year, the Devils’ schedule aligned perfectly with the holidays, giving you ample time to share with your family before Nico would soon be back to his busy schedule and captain responsibilities.

Nico and you were visiting your parents in your hometown for this week, before travelling to visit Nico’s side of the family the following week. While your family decided to stay at home and spend time watching Christmas classics, your brother and sister-in-law, as well as Nico, you and your daughter Ivy, decided to attend the city’s Christmas market and Christmas tree lighting.

You remember as a child, experiencing the amusing sights of all the houses in your neighbourhood decorated with bright and colourful lights, so when proposing the idea to your siblings and husband, they all were more than happy to reminisce over your shared childhood.

Nico delicately placed Ivy in the carrier, buckling her into the seat, making sure she was adjusted correctly, before grabbing his own coat to put on, picking it up from the dining room table and sliding his arms through. When you had finished packing the diaper bag to go, placing it on the table next to Ivy, you peek over at your bubbly daughter, eyes growing soft at the sight of her features, knowing they were an exact copy of Nico’s.

You sigh in content, “my sweet girl.” You said quietly, before reaching down to place a kiss on the soft skin of her cheek. As you stood back up, you felt the hands of Nico slide to your sides, squeezing softly, causing flutters to rush through your veins.

You turned in your stance to face him, his hands still resting on your hips.

“Hi, you.” You say through a giggle, trying your hardest to hold back the giddy feeling that erupted through your body.

“Hi, baby,” Nico responded, leaning down to place a quick peck on your lips, before smiling into your eyes again. Your hands lift to come to his shoulder, resting around his neck and your hands finding the nape of his neck, scratching softly.

“Thank you for getting her ready.” You thanked, smiling as you looked back to your left at your daughter who quietly babbled to herself.

“You don’t need to thank me.” Nico responded with a squint in his eyes. He then reached down again to meet your lips, this time holding the kiss a few seconds longer with more adoration filled between. You both pull away, smiling at each other before getting your shoes on and bidding your goodbyes to your family staying home, and exiting the house to meet your brother, Noah, and sister-in-law, Lauren, who would be driving the group to the venue.

Nico opened the one back door of the SUV, while you walked to the far side of the car, sliding into the middle seat to help Nico attach the baby carrier with Ivy inside, into the seat of the car, making sure it was secure for the drive to the market.

“All ready?” Your brother asked from the driver seat, turning to look back at the three of you in the back row. Nico and you gave a nod, while Ivy was preoccupied with her new stuffed animal your Mom had gifted her as a welcome gift to Grandma and Grandpa’s.

The drive passed by quickly, but the parking situation added an extra twenty minutes to the commute before you were all stepping out of the SUV. You walked to the trunk of your brother’s car, opening the door over your head and pulling out the stroller for your daughter and setting it up, while Nico began putting on the baby carrier he agreed to wear for the day for your daughter to have a better view.

Placing the diaper bag in the bottom part of the stroller, you then reached in the side door of the car to unbuckle Ivy from her seat, her expression lighting up when she saw your face.

“Hi, my sweet girl!” You exclaimed, mouth falling open in excitement, earning giggles and incoherent noises from your daughter who wiggled in your grip. Her legs bounced up and down in excitement as you held her slightly above your shoulders, and you pulled her in, peppering kisses onto her soft cheek. “Ugh, mommy loves you so much.” You mumbled into the side of her head while kissing the fluffy hood that covered her head.

You turned to face Nico who already had his gaze landed on you, a look of adoration filling his eyes. The two of you swiftly placed your daughter into the carrier, Nico adjusting the straps on his shoulders, while you made sure the contraption was snug around all areas of your daughter to keep her safe.

Once ready, the four of you and your infant set foot towards the city’s display. There was live Christmas music playing in the distance, while the noise of bustling cars and city life filled the background.

“I’m glad we could do this,” Lauren said, and the rest nodded in agreement, “especially getting to show little Ivy the awesome Christmas lights.” She cooed as she looked towards Nico who had his arms out in front of him to let Ivy hold onto his fingers.

You smile at the sight, feeling a warmth run through your veins. “Me too, I appreciate you both coming with,” You smile at your brother and his wife, “It’s almost time you two bring a little one like Ivy into the group.” You joke, nudging your brother who walked beside you, pushing the stroller for you, despite the protest.

You arrive at the street that hosted the Christmas market, white tents being set up on either side of the street, all filled with small businesses selling their products. It varied from homemade foods like flavoured dips and jars of pickles, to handmade ornaments and other decorations for the holiday season. You all perused down the street, finding little gifts to give to your family members and friends.

A couple of hours had gone by before the sun had started setting and the thick snow clouds began to cover the night sky. The plans followed that you would attend the Christmas tree lighting in the main quad of the venue, before heading back to your parents’ house for dinner.

Ivy had periodically napped throughout the day, and thankfully had a moment of energy, perfectly enough at the time the massive sixty-foot tree would be lit up and glisten in the snow that had just begun to fall.

The crowd gathered around, forming a circle around the barricades as the workers hustled in preparation. Nico stood closer, wanting Ivy to have a view of the lighting, while your brother stood next to him and they chatted amongst themselves.

Lauren and you stood behind, gazing at the pair, a warm feeling in your heart at the sight. No one would have told you even three years ago that this is where you would be, married to the Devils’ captain with a kid.

Nico had – without a doubt – changed your life for the better. He provided you with love and a sense of security and there was never a moment where he didn’t bring you joy. And to make it even better, sharing a child with the man you loved was the biggest blessing you could have ever received. She was your lifeline and more, and you wanted nothing more than to provide with all the love you had to give in your heart.

The countdown began, everyone chanting the numbers in anticipation, and you peered over Nico’s shoulder to see your daughter’s reaction. When the number reached one and the tree erupted in a bright, illuminating essence, the squeals from your daughter made your stomach flutter in a mother-ly instinct. You smile at her and reach your hand and place it on her small torso, rubbing up and down as you whisper sweet nothings to her.

You look up at Nico who is already smiling down at you, a bright smile erupting across his face before he leans down to kiss you. The kiss is soft, but filled with affection and desire.

When you pull away, you smile at your husband again, before lifting yourself on your toes to place a peck on his rosy cheek, cold to the touch from the winter air.

“I love you,” you speak softly so only Nico can hear. He smiles at you even brighter, placing another quick kiss to your lips.

“I love you more, honey.” He smiled back.

When you step back behind your brother and Nico, Lauren nudges your shoulder to reach your attention.

You turn to face her, “Y/n,” she says seriously, “with the way Nico looks at you, and how you are as the most adorable little family,” she pauses, pulling you in closer to her frame, “I can’t wait to tell Noah we’re going to have one of our own.” She says through a smile, a shocked expression falling onto your face in excitement.

“You’re kidding, when did you find out?” You asked excitedly.

“About a month ago, I was waiting to share the news, but I felt like you deserved to know a bit before the rest.” She spoke softly, smiling.

You gave her a quick, but tight hug, careful not to bring attention to yourself and sister-in-law.

“Ivy’s going to be so excited to have a little cousin.” Was all you could think now having revealed Lauren was expecting.

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Later that night, after Ivy was fed with her bottle, and placed in her portable bassinet, Nico and you were now getting ready for bed, sharing the bathroom that was across the hall from the spare room you were occupying at your family’s house.

Nico had already changed, so after brushing his teeth, he made his way into bed, careful to not disrupt Ivy’s peaceful state.

You follow shortly, turning off the hallway light and quietly retreating back to the spare room, avoiding making too much noise to prevent waking any other family members up. Shutting the door behind you softly, you walk to the side of the bed you would be sleeping on, quickly stripping from your sweatpants and sweater you had been wearing while watching classic Christmas movies with your family after a delicious dinner.

Nico, from his side of the bed, reaches on his side attempting to reach for your bare hip that was only covered by the thin layer of your black lace underwear. He manages only to snug a finger under the fabric, letting the elastic snap back against your skin with a smirk written on his face. You playfully scold him for his attempt, before quickly slipping on your pair of Christmas themed pyjama shorts and matching button-up top.

Climbing into bed, you immediately find yourself in the embrace of Nico, his arm wrapping under your frame and around your shoulder, while his other arm meets the side of your hip, his hand lightly gripping your body.

“How was your day, my love?” You asked as a small whisper, cautious of your sleeping daughter. Looking up at Nico, you admired his features, his moustache growing more prominent as you insisted he regrow one after the month of November, and his tired but soft eyes looking at you.

“Amazing, Ivy’s reactions made my whole world.” He smiled with excitement as he recollected his thoughts from today’s events.

Before you could respond, his face nuzzled into your neck, inhaling your scent, his facial hair tickling your face and earning a giggle from your lips. You lightly push away from Nico, placing a kiss on his jawline before he laid on his back and you hovered over him.

“You can’t say anything yet, and you’ll find out soon,” you whispered, “but, Lauren’s pregnant… she told me today.” You said through a smile, having to bite your lip to prevent yourself from making any noises of excitement.

Nico’s eyebrows raised, eyes widened and mouth slightly fell open in surprise, “no way, good for them.” He smiled before he paused for a moment, looking like he was trying to gather the words to say something else.

“What?” You encouraged softly, giving him a slight pout. Nico’s hand reaches and meets your hip again, slipping under your shirt to run his hand up and down your back.

“Nothing, well–” he pauses, almost looking nervous, “it can’t help but make me want to have another one.” He states, earning a shocked expression on your face in return.

“Really?” You clarify and he responds with a nod.

“Maybe not right at this moment, but I’d love to give Ivy another sibling or two. I want nothing more than to make a family with you and now that we’ve started, why stop?” He proposed. Your heart melted hearing those words fall across his lips, so much that words could not describe how you felt. You plant a slow, intimate kiss on Nico’s lips, Nico inhaling sharply through his nose at the contact before melting under you.

You pull away, your breathing hitched.

“So I take that as a yes?” Nico offered through a laugh, and nothing else would be a sufficient response other than bringing your lips to his again, nodding your head in agreement at the offer.

Oh, how the Christmas season brings an array of holiday surprises.

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wileys-russo · 1 year ago

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i thought of a PERFECT lessi fic. so r is a teacher and one of her students have a cute crush on her. lessi notices the little gifts she’s getting and gets jealous

school yard crush II a.russo

"-alright that's the bell and i will see you all tomorrow. make sure to be sensible and smart when walking home or by the road please year three!" you called out after your students as they filed out one by one, chattering happily that the day was finally over.

"miss?" you looked down to see one of your boys was requesting your attention, hiding something behind his back. "yes ben?" you gave it to him as he shuffled from foot to foot. "this is for you bye!" he handed you a folded piece of paper and raced off out of the room causing you to laugh.

watching to make sure all of them made it out safely you returned to your desk, having some homework to mark before you could head home hopefully before five.

taking a seat you opened the letter, a smile growing on your face as the boy had scrawled a poem using the letters of your name to compliment you. "so cute." you chuckled, taking a photo of it and tucking it away in your desk.

"lessi? you home?" you called out a few hours later as you let yourself in, not having seen her car in the driveway. dumping your bag on the counter you noticed a heart shaped note stuck to the fridge indicating your fiancé had headed to the market to grab a few things.

unsure when she'd left or when she'd return you headed off to shower, ready to wash off the day and get comfortable to continue the marking you'd not yet finished.

stepping out of the bathroom and into your bedroom you could hear music and smell the inevitable scent of the blondes cooking signaling she was home. changing into her arsenal travel top and a pair of shorts you made your way toward the source of the alluring scent.

"hello you." she saw you before you reached her, stirring something in a pan as she sent you a beaming smile. "hi baby." you kissed her gently in greeting before clinging to her tightly, feeling an immediate sense of calm settle over you as the two of you shared an embrace.

"you smell lovely." the striker mumbled as she rubbed your back and kissed your cheek, the two of you stepping away from one another. "it's this new body wash, it's caramel scented." you yawned, rounding the bench and settling yourself on a stool.

"when did you get that?" alessia asked curiously, moving to chop some carrots as she kept a watchful eye over what was already on the stove. "one of the kids at school gave it to me, i tried to give it back but he started to cry and i felt too guilty." you admitted with a sheepish smile.

"mm teachers pet? every class needs one." alessia laughed, sweeping the carrot off the board and into the pan. "no i think he has a crush, it's quite sweet really." you chuckled, alessia's smile disappearing at that. "should you be encouraging that?" she questioned with a small frown.

"i'm not encouraging it!" you chuckled as your fiancé simply hummed. "alessia russo are you jealous of an eight year old?" you teased with a grin, the blonde sending you a glare over her shoulder. "no." she grumbled with a frown.

"my love i mention that my name's gonna change once i get married like every five minutes. i'm not leaving you for him less." you laughed at the question.

"i'd also be marrying you in prison if you did." alessia retorted as you clicked your tongue in agreement. "look its harmless babe. i'm sure his parents got the body wash anyway, you know very well they have no issues trying to bribe me to pay their kids a little extra attention. and you have no issues eating the chocolates that follow!" you smiled standing up and moving to hug her from behind, poking her very ticklish sides as she squealed and grabbed your hands in hers.

"he did write me a little poem today though. you know you could take some tips from this kid i don't see any love letters from you!" you teased, placing a few gentle kisses to her neck. "i leave you notes in your lunch all the time!" alessia protested with a huff.

"yeah that say things like 'property of future mrs russo' or 'reminder that you have the best fiance in the world'." you laughed with a roll of your eyes. "they make you smile do they not?" alessia raised an eyebrow as you had to agree.

"then you're welcome."

"mm so romantic." you smiled, the blonde pecking your lips before you removed yourself, grabbing your phone and waving her over to read the poem from today.

"i guess that's a little bit sweet." alessia admitted with a sigh, stealing another kiss and returning back to the stove.

"what's cookin good lookin?" you questioned as you slid your laptop out of your bag, placing it down in front of you and moving your bag to the floor.

"beef ragu." you could have moaned at the answer, instead sighing happily as alessia chuckled at your obvious excitement.

"if food is the way to the heart you could have asked me to marry you the first night you cooked for me and i'd have said yes." you grinned, flashing your wedding ring at her as she sent you a wink.

"come on come on come on, i want butts in chairs within thirty seconds or we'll do extra math all afternoon instead!" you warned playfully as your class took their time dawdling in from their morning break. though at that threat they sprinted in and hurried to sit down making you laugh.

"it's quiet reading time to calm down a bit, everyone go and grab a book please!" you encouraged, gesturing toward the bookshelf on the back wall.

"why did you get us to sit down if we had to get up again to get a book miss?" one of the girls called out with a groan. "because i can! now off you go." you waved, taking a seat at your desk. focused on the paper in front of you you jumped slightly as you glanced up and found a pair of eyes much closer than you thought.

"these are for you miss." ben thrust out a handful of flowers and weeds, messily tied together with a hair tie as dirt showered down on your desk making you wince. "did you pick these out of the garden buddy?" you asked to which he nodded with an eager grin.

"okay. i think we need to have a little chat." you smiled, standing to your feet and gesturing for him to follow you outside. "3C my listening ears are on, so keep reading and no silly business or its times tables for all!" you warned seriously before stepping out of the classroom and partially closing the door.

"how come you brought me those flowers ben?" you started gently as the two of you sat down on the bench outside your classroom. "because my dad gets my mum flowers." he answered matter of factly as you bit back a smile.

"okay. so you got them for me because..." you encouraged for him to finish your sentence. "you're really pretty, like my mum." he again answered confidently. "now ben that is very sweet, but you know you and me aren't like your mum and dad." you started softly.

"i'm your teacher, so we have a special relationship but not like the one your mum and dad have. i am always here if you're feeling sad or upset or confused or angry or if you just need to chat, and i'll always do my best to help you. but i already have a fiancé, and i love her like your dad loves your mum." you continued, the boys face falling slightly but nodding along.

"and she gave me this ring which means that we promise to only love each other like your dad loves your mum. one day when you're ready and a lot older, you'll find someone like that too! but you have to stop getting me things okay? its very thoughtful but i want you to only think of me like a teacher or a friend, okay?" you finished as ben nodded.

"now you and olivia are pretty good friends right?" you diverted as he confirmed. "so why don't you go and give her the flowers? because you can give best friends things like that too to make them smile! just not teachers." you clarified as the boy let out a small oh and nodded quickly.

"alright. thank you for listening! back inside you go." the smile returning to his face as he raced inside you let out a sigh, taking a moment to collect yourself and return, clapping a pattern and grinning as all your students clapped back.

"only me!" you perked up as your fiancés voice rang through your shared home, a thump as she tripped over on the way in making you grin as she hurried to the kitchen.

"welcome home clumsy." you greeted her as the blonde returned and wasted no time flopping her taller form down on top of you. "how was dinner?" you asked, running your hands through her hair, alessia having gone out with a few of her team mates after training.

"it was lovely. missed you though!" she pouted as you kissed it away, having declined her invitation in favor of lesson planning. "brought you some leftovers. have you eaten?" she pushed herself up to hover over you as you shook your head with a guilty smile.

"baby it's nearly nine thirty! no more work, i'm banning it." your fiancé scowled, closing your laptop expertly with her foot and hauling you up to your feet. "those are for you too." she kissed your cheek and nodded to a bunch of flowers on the counter as she moved to heat you up some food.

"oh lessi, they're gorgeous. thank you!" you smiled softly in appreciation as she placed a bowl into the microwave. "are these just because i told you about ben today?" you teased, having called the striker during your lunch break to fill her in on your conversation.

"no! they're just because i love you." alessia defended, moving to press her body into yours and bury her face in your neck as you hummed with a chuckle, the taller girls lips beginning to mark a trail down the column of your throat as she pushed you a little harder into the counter.

"maybe it had a tiny bit to do with it...but just a tiny bit!"

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crookedkryptonitebeliever · 9 months ago

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Yandere Coworker (part 12)

Thank you @i---believe---in---pink for commissioning this chapter.

(2041 words)

Tw: afab reader, reader is pretty mean to Cyprus, Cyprus becoming angry and yelling at reader

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You rubbed your eyes with the back of your hand, Cyprus must have thought you were doing that excessively, as he would grab your wrist and pull it away from your face. He gave you a look from the corner of his eyes before returning his attention to the road.

You slumped in your seat, resting your cheek on the seatbelt. Cyprus's hand would find its way back to your thigh, where he would knead and squeeze them as much as he liked. You simply stared at it, because it would always return no matter how much you slapped it away.

You brought your chin up and looked forward. This farmer's market must be far, all you could see is a long strip of asphalt and grass around the car. The sun was shining bright and the air was silent, he refused to turn the radio on or play some music, because he wanted you to talk to him. Cyprus wanted a conversation, to connect with you better by sharing things about each other. But you're just not interested, you wanted to go home and catch up with sleep. Having Cyprus in your life is such a curse, everything was thrown off balance and he kept bullying you. Plus, he kept your phone away, and you're forced to simmer in reality.

"What's your zodiac sign?" He asked, resting his hand on your thigh.

You shrugged. Claiming not to be interested in it just so he would leave you alone in peace.

"Hm." He flicked his turn signal switch to the right before making a turn. "I'm a Cancer, my birthday's on the third of July. And if you're wondering what to get me, I just want your cute little ass on my face." Cyprus sported a playful smirk on his handsome face.

You told him you hope he gets cancer on his birthday. Which made him roll his eyes and click his tongue.

"Someone's cranky." It was followed by a laugh from him. "Sleepy?"

You snapped, telling him you didn't want to go on this stupid date this early in the morning. Wishing that you had never met Cyprus because everything was fine before then, but he had to come around and ruin it. He should just shrivel up and die.

There were a few beats of silence before he began speaking again.

"Wow, where the fuck did that come from, princess? That was a lot to take in." He tried to keep the tone lighthearted, but you could hear a twinge of hurt in his voice. "I must have woken you on the wrong side of the bed today, you were never this mean to me." Something in the way he said that suggests Cyprus is trying to get you to tell him the real reason why you're so moody today.

You sealed your lips shut and looked out of the window. You wanted nothing to do with him and he probably got the hint, as he removed his hand from your lap and placed it on the steering wheel.

Your eyes somehow itched way more than usual, so you went on to rub your eyes again with both hands.

"Stop that-"

You snapped at him again, curling yourself into a ball, pressing yourself far away from Cyprus. He opened his mouth to say something but ultimately decided against doing so.

He looked troubled but you didn't care. Unfortunately, you're too upset to give a damn and you don't know why.

The rest of the ride was driven in silence, neither you or him said a word. And eventually, Cyprus has reached his destination, driving further past the tents and stalls to enter an underground parking lot.

"We're here." Cyprus pulled his handbrake up and killed the engine. He took the keys out of the ignition, but made no move to open the door.

Because he was staring at you, who is now refusing to budge. Hiding yourself in your corner with your knees brought to your chest.

He brought a hand up to your head, petting your hair affectionately. "Baby? I said we're here-"

You yelled at him, saying you heard him the first time. All that while harshly shoving his hand away from you.

"What the fuck is up with you today!?" And it seems like that was the last straw for him, Cyprus furrowed his eyebrows and crowded you from his seat, making the only escape route the door, but it was locked and you somehow couldn't open it no matter how much you tugged on the handle or toggled with the lock.

You said you hated him, he has ruined your life. Perhaps you were trying to mimic what his exes did, you don't know how they could withstand the pressure of his menacing presence. Or maybe they liked it, you definitely didn't.

He sternly called you by your name. "Look at me."

You refused, burying your face in your arms.

"Look at me!" He scolded, this time Cyprus seized you by the jaw and forced your face to his. His grip on you was almost bruising, forcing you to pucker your lips as his fingers dug into your cheeks.

He glared straight at you, steely grey eyes darting all over to examine whatever might be causing your sudden and severe hostility. Though his expression softened when he realized what's been behind your intolerance today.

"Ah." He sounded out, "That figures." relieved and annoyed at the same time. Cyprus brought his thumb on your lower eyelid and gently pulled it down. He then pushed your upper eyelid up.

"Pink eye. I told you not to hang around Nancy." Nancy was one of your nosier coworkers, she had just come back from a medical leave and Cyprus was already telling you to avoid her. You didn't listen despite how she would have coughing fits and bad coughing etiquette. In hindsight, maybe you should have heed his words, but you were desperate to regain some agency over yourself. So you rebelled.

He continued checking your eyeball even after he knew what he was looking at.

It felt invasive, so you thrashed in his grip enough for him to loosen it.

He sighed, taking his keys out of his pocket, jabbing it into his ignition and restarting it again. You winced when Cyprus revved up his engine and allowed its roar to bounce off the basement carpark walls.

"I knew you didn't mean any of it; the crap you said to me. But you really need to say what's bugging you next time... not just take it out on me." He brought his handbrake down and shifted gears.

You remained static in your position and stayed quiet.

"I know you wouldn't, though. It's like it'll kill you to open up." Cyprus drove away from his perfect parking spot, pressing on the gas pedal as if he was in a rush.

"It's fine, I totally love playing detective." Snarked Cyprus sarcastically.

You merely rubbed your eye with a finger.

"One more drop, princess." He whispered, holding cupping your cheek and using his thumb to pull your lower eyelid down. Once the last droplet of your antibiotics reached your eye, you blinked hard and held onto his wrist.

"That's a good girl," Cyprus whispered as he pecked you on the forehead, before screwing the cap back on the bottle. A few seconds later, you started to feel the relief in your diseased eyeball.

Cyprus had driven you to a nearby pharmacist, where he would buy medicated eye drops for your conjunctivitis. He had insisted that he is the one to administer it because he claimed that you wouldn't know how to do it correctly despite being there when the pharmacist verbally gave you the instructions. It wasn't cheap, but he still footed the bill himself.

You shook your head and blinked rapidly, allowing the medicine to spread evenly. Cyprus brushed any stray hairs away from your face with his fingers, you were too distracted with the sensation you have in your eye to push him away.

"Well?"

You looked at him. He has his arms crossed and is leaning against the side of his car.

"Aren't you going to apologize? You were so fucking mean to me earlier." He looked away momentarily, seemingly trying to hide something on his face before bringing back his focus on you.

You froze and couldn't get anything out, yes, you were unreasonably rude to him. But that may be your only ticket out of this forced relationship... Well, your last resort is to go to the police but you don't think it has come to that yet. It's not... Illegal to be a jerk to Cyprus as long as you check yourself from time to time.

You were brought out of your thoughts by an incoherent grumble from Cyprus, he massaged his brow. "Okay, we don't have to do that now, you're definitely still a little prickly for some reason and I think I know why." He took a deep breath and exhaled as he opened the door to his passenger seat.

You stared blankly at the interior of his car, he gestured for you to go in. "Come on, get in. I'm going to have to fight for another parking spot, and that's going to take a while."

You looked around you, god knows where you are right now and you have no smartphone to navigate your way back home. There isn't a bus stop in sight either. Perhaps you could slowly inch your way to the general direction of your home? Your shoes are intact and pretty comfortable, there has to be a bus stop somewhere.

"You are not walking home, I'll fucking wrangle you into this car if I have to." As if he was reading your mind, Cyprus quickly closed the space between the two of you, so that your face is almost smothered in his broad chest.

You begrudgingly agreed and went into the Passenger's side on your own. He closed the door for you and shook his head while walking towards the driver's seat.

The distance between the pharmacy and the market wasn't that far at all, it was short enough that Cyprus didn't try to initiate any small talk or touch you either. Or maybe he was still freshly wounded by your recalcitrance.

Cyprus only reached out to pull your hand away when you're about to rub your eyes again.

"Here." He picked up his thermos flask in his cup holder and handed it to you. "Drink up, you only had a tiny sip of water today."

You cautiously took it from his hand and opened it to access the crisp, refreshing water with ice cubes bobbing around.

He was right, Cyprus isn't looking for a motherly partner to supplement his life. He is the motherly one who you now realize took care of you very well no matter how much you didn't like his personality.

From cutting your steaks without needing to ask, making your meals, taking you to the clinic, and paying for anything you can think of. Yes, it's irritating that he would drag you to dates that you didn't even want to go on in the first place, but his intentions were for you to experience the world and all its novelty alongside him. He just wanted you to have fun differently and he isn't stingy with his money.

However, that doesn't discount the fact that he's doing all these against your will, touching you despite your numerous "No"s and rejections, forcing you to play along with this romantic fantasy of his in the office and holding your items hostage, so he could keep you in his apartment.

You brought your attention to him again, he's sulking. A stark contrast from his cheery, teasing attitude from this morning.

Somehow, you felt guilty for lashing out at Cyprus earlier. He did make you cry, though. So this could have been payback for it. However, he apologized, albeit sounding patronizing and infantilizing.

But if you apologize, it will only send a message that you're genuinely interested in being with Cyprus. Worsening his chronic disability to heed your rejections.

You thought about your next move.

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latenightdaydreams · 9 months ago

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Oh, Author. To be in your presence (asks) one again is such a delight. With you and your divine power (writing)... Will you care to bless this lady by fulfilling her simple request? 🙏

Upon your Sub!König revelation (headcanon), a thought - a need - has been lingering in my mind for far too long. According to the scripture, it has mentioned König loves to be financially dominated. If this is true, grant us with the vision of Reader purchasing the best and the most expensive items - cough, toys and lingerie, cough - in the market as some sort of surprise for König. But it comes off as shocking news to him when he finds out whose is it for... It isn't meant for Reader at all. It's all meant for him. I am quite sure we know what ensues next: Our supposedly intimidating giant in lingerie, being teased and pleasured by toys 🤭

Sigh, what a sight to behold. A sight I shall engrave in my mind. Oh, and to add a little bit of a personal spice preference: Konig addresses Dom!Reader as "Meisterin (Mistress)".

Why such an absurd request? Unfortunately, I have quite the fascination for pathetic submissive men. And what better candidate to push into such abyss but our man König 😮‍💨🤌

Anyway, breaking out of my weird, poor attempt at formal speech. I hope you have a great day/night ahead and have been recovering from the pain you mentioned before 🫂 Take plenty of rest, stay hydrated and eat well, alright? Here's plenty of love that hopefully breaks your device screen and ends up san mothering you: ❤️💕💞💓💗🩷💖💝

You're so sweet🩷 Thank you for wishing me well! I also love how you wrote this hahaha

Submissive König is such a baby girl. I always think of this artist work! @ marndraws on twitter😮‍💨 They draw amazing sub/soft König.

A Little Treat (fem)

MDNI🔞

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>cw: fem/afab, bondage, toys, oral, sub/dom

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While sitting at his desk in the office, his phone goes off. The ringtone he has set only for you. He pushes himself back from the desk to check the message.

“Send $1,000🩷,”

König can’t help but to smile and he sends you 2k and text back, “I sent extra just in case. Love you.”

Standing in the middle of a high-end sex shop, you look down at your phone and smile. König is always so sweet. You walk forward to a classic maid outfit on the rack inspecting it. A kind woman wearing a black suit comes over with a kind smile.

“May I help you in any way?”

“Yes, actually. Do you carry this in XXXL?”

Once you get home, König hears the car pull up. He quickly abandons his work to rush downstairs and assist you. His eyes land on you ask you wait for him inside the car. In a hurry, he opens the driver’s door for you, holding his hand out to help you out.

“The bags are in the back seat.” You say as he kisses your hand.

“I’ll grab them.” König lets go of your hand and grabs four bags out of the back. His eyes widen as he sees where the bags are from. Excitement rushes through his body. “Liebling, what do you have planned for tonight?”

A small smirk crosses your lips. “You’ll see.”

You walk ahead of König as you both enter the house. Going straight upstairs to the bedroom, you sit on the bed as he places the bags on top of your shared dresser. His eyes gloss over you as he walks to you.

“May I kiss you?”

“Yes.” You turn your head up for him as he leans down and kisses your lips tenderly.

“Danke…” His voice was low as he pulls away from the kiss; looking at you with such adoring eyes.

“Are you ready to see what I got?”

“Ja, absolutely.”

“Sit.” You stand and walk over to the bags and bring them to him.

König sits wide eyed as you pull out a riding crop. He can feel his dick tingle slightly, thinking of your ass jiggling once he hits it. Then a pair of handcuffs; his eyebrows raise in surprise. He continues to watch as you pull out many types of toys and his cock gets hard. Then you hold up a maid’s outfit…clearly not in your size. He tilts his head.

“You’ve been such a good boy lately; I want to treat you.”

“Das ist für mich?”

“All for you.” You say, holding the outfit out to him. “Try it on.”

He stands slowly and grabs the outfit. You sit on the bed opening the packaging to some toys as he gets dressed. König stands there looking at himself in the mirror. His muscles bulging in the tight outfit.

Stepping out of the bedroom, König sees you fully undressed. His jaw drops as he looks up and down your body.

“You look so hot König.”

He blushes and looks down at his own body before bashfully looking back up at you. “Ja?”

“Yes… come here.”

He walks to stand in front of you, his pale blue eyes gazing down at you. You reach up to caress his body, feeling his muscles underneath the fabric of the outfit. A hand dropping down to go under the skirt of the outfit, grabbing his hard cock.

“My handsome boy…” The words leave in a whisper as you walk around him, grabbing the cuff and placing them on his wrist.

You turn and walk to the bed, beckon him to follow you. The giant war criminal listens to you, no questions asked. “Bend over.”

He bends over the bed. His muscular ass showing from underneath the skirt of the maid’s outfit. You rub your hand over his ass before spanking lightly. Reaching for the riding crop, you step back and lightly tap his ass. No reaction. You reach back further and hit him with it again. He jumps slightly before letting out a nervous chuckle.

“Are you okay?”

“Ja.”

“Yes what?” You hit him again. A small red mark appearing on his pale skin.

“Ja Meisterin.”

“That’s my good boy.” You spank him a few more times. Reaching down, you grasp his balls and tug on them slightly before spanking him again. His body jumping slightly, making you giggle as you spank him once more.

“Who owns you?”

“You do, Meisterin.” The tone of his voice so tender.

“Good boy. Now lay on your back for me.” He maneuvers himself further onto the bed, rolling on to his back as he waited for your next move.

You go through one of the bags and find tape, nipple clamps, and a small pink vibrator. In one hand you hold the items and walk to the bed. With one finger you begin to flick his nipples, getting them hard. Once his pink nipples were erect, you place the clamps on them.

König winced slightly, but then bit his lower lip. “My little pain slut.” You giggle as you tug on the chain connected to the clamps. Standing off the bed, you walk around it, lightly hitting his abdomen with the riding prop.

König’s eyes are following your every move, watching as you walk in front of him and lift the skirt again, exposing his erection. Your hand wraps around it and begins to stroke his cock every so slightly. Spitting on it to lubricate it. König lets out shuttered breaths as you so this, the tip of his cock leaking even more precum.

Letting go, you get the small vibrator out, turning it on the first setting, then rubbing it on the underside of his cock’s head. His eyes go wide as he feels the vibration. He’s never tried touching himself with a toy before.

“You have to tell me which setting you like best.” You say as you switch through all five settings. On the third quick burst of vibrations, you see König begin to twitch.

“Tha- that one.” He manages to get out. “Bitte meine Meisterin.”

“Perfect.” The tape was easy to pull as you begin to wrap it around his boner, securing the vibrator to him. His legs twitch as he closes his eyes. A firm hand reaching down, grasping his jaw. “Open your eyes.”

He listens, his eyes instantly falling to your breasts. His mind fuzzy with the overwhelming sensation he is feeling right now. Without breaking your eye contact, you climb up on to the bed and staddle his abdomen. You begin to grind your wet cunt along his solid belly, covering him in your arousal. A moan escaping your lips as König watches you do this with an intense gaze.

“Are you ready to eat my pussy?”

“Please Meisterin, please let me taste your pussy.”

“You’re being such a good boy.” Your legs move up until your lingering over his face, but facing to you can see his body. “Rub your nose in it.”

König uses his strong core to lean up and bury his aquiline nose deep into your pussy; taking in a deep breath as he does. Your smell is like candy to him, he can’t get enough. Slowly his tongue comes out and begins to lick between your pink folds. Thick globs of your creamy arousal being scooped up by his tongue.

In response you begin to rock your hips, matching his rhythm. Fingers going through his hair and pulling tightly. “Just like that.”

You lean forward and begin to stroke the shaft of him cock, his hips beginning to buck up into your hand rapidly. “Someone wants to cum…” You tease, feeling his head nod underneath you as he moans into your cunt.

“Will you cum for me?”

His hips begin to thrust quicker into your hand as his moans become louder. His tongue movements less precise and more erratic, like he is only focused on getting a taste and not actual pleasure for you.

“Good boy, cum for master.”

You lead forward so your ass if hoovering over his face instead of sitting on it. His balls tighten as his cock throbs. He tries his hardest to put his face back into your pussy while he cums, but you don’t give him that satisfaction. Toes curling as you leave him with only the view of your tight ass hole and creamy cunt.

His cock shoots out cum, the thick creamy cum falling on to your hand and his abdomen.

“Oh fuck!” König moans loudly. The vibration on the tip of his now extremely sensitive head was driving him wild. “Please, it’s too much now.”

A mischievous smirk crosses your face as you sit back down on his face. “Cum again for me."

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chickensarentcheap · 11 months ago

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Lost and Found- Chapter 29

Fandom: Extraction

Pairing: Tyler Rake and Esme Drummond (OFC. You do not have to read the original series to understand this fic)

Warnings: slight profanity

Tagging: @tragiclyhip @munstysmind @themaradwrites @thebejeweledwatercat @youflickedtooharddamnit @asirensrage @residentdormouse @secretaryunpaid @alisbackalleybbq @kmc1989 @karimac @ninjasawakenedmystar @ocappreciationtag @arrthurpendragon @occommunity @theesirenteller @fanficanatic-tw

Link to Ao3: https://archiveofourown.org/works/43179357/chapters/138016519

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It’s exactly how she remembers it. A quaint, three-bedroom home perfect for a young, growing family; antique blue board and batten with a vibrant, mustard yellow front door and a deep, wide porch that wraps around one side of the structure and connects with the deck in back. A fenced-in rear yard ideal for pets and children; enough open land for gardens and play structures and even a pool. Mere blocks from the small downtown core and open-air market; located close to schools and parks and only a ten-minute drive to the beach. The latter had been the ultimate selling point; as close to the ocean as they could get within their price range. Things had been different then; both financially struggling after never receiving full payment from Mahajan, but still having to worry about a stack of hospital bills and various debts.

There’d been no reason to live above their means; content with something small that they could personalize and make all of their own. Add onto if a bigger family was in the cards; firmly settling on having at least one baby, but not fully sold on anything more than that. Being a father again scared him; the guilt and the regret surrounding the death of his son and the decision he’d made in the final weeks still weighed heavily on his mind and soul. And she’d known not to push the subject no matter how much she desired something more; needing to give him the space to not only wrestle with and defeat his demons but build up his confidence when it came to raising another child.

Wick had picked them up at the airport. Twelve days following their desperate escape from New York, and ten since he’d flown to Broome to keep his eyes open and an ear to the ground. After assisting Alcott in identifying -and quickly eliminating- any possible threat, he’s confident that things are secure and no dangers lie in wait; free to return to the States and his commitment to helping Nik destroy any remaining threat on the front line. He looks healthier and more well-rested than Esme can previously remember; casually dressed in a pair of olive green cargo shorts and a simple white t-shirt. His eyes are more vibrant, the bridge of his nose and his cheeks sunkissed. And it's a welcome departure from the usual; the sullenness replaced by a genuine smile and unmistakable glow.

She glances at Millie; fastened in her car seat in the back of the SUV, safe and secure between her mom and dad. Father and daughter both asleep and in the same positions; heads tilted back and to the right, their arms folded across their chests, mouths slightly open as they quietly snore. Their cheeks flushed; sweat glistening at their temples and napes of their necks, wayward strands stuck to their brows. The last two weeks finally catching up to them; the hours spent travelling, the stress, fear, and worry that had weighed heavily upon them, the shared shock and surprise of finding out about one another’s identities and roles in the other’s life. And the dangerous and unpredictable flight from New York City and the two weeks spent at Nik’s while longing for home.

As Wick kills the engine, she tends to Millie, gently cradling her face in her palms and peppering her brow and cheeks with feathery kisses. Repeatedly brushing the tip of her nose against Millie’s until the four-year-old gives a sleepy giggle and a breathy, ‘Momma’; eyes flickering open as she plants a noisy kiss on Esme’s lips.

“Time to get up, little bug. We’re finally here.”

“Home?”

Esme nods.

“Our forever home?”

“Our forever home. Well, unless we one day need a bigger one. Come on…” Unbuckling the car seat’s harness, she lifts Millie onto her lap. “You’re getting big, lovey. Soon I won’t be able to pick you up at all.”

“I’m big like daddy!”

“You definitely are. I always knew you would be; even when you were in my belly and I used to get sneak peeks of you at the doctor. You were long and lanky even then. Now…” She clears sweaty hair away from Millie’s cheeks and out of her eyes.. “...wake daddy up. Tell him we’re here.”

She scrambles off her mother’s lap and onto Tyler’s; her stomach pressed against his chest, a knee beside either hip. And taking his face in both hands, gently shakes his head from side to side. “Daddy! It’s time to get up! We’re here now! No more sleep!” Upon receiving no response, she aggressively taps her palms against his cheeks, then scowls at her mother. “I think he’s dead.”

“He’s not dead. You can see that he’s breathing. Sometimes, he’s a really heavy sleeper. Or maybe he’s ignoring you.”

“You might ignore you, but not me. Never me.”

“Excuse you?”

“Daddy!” Millie bellows into his ear, then tugs at his beard, followed by his ears. “You have to get up! No more sleep! It’s time to wake up and…” She shrieks when his fingers lightly dig into her sides and he begins gently tickling her, dissolving into giggles when he tips her sideways across his lap and repeatedly brushes his beard against her cheeks. And she’s breathless and hiccuping when he once more settles her upright on his thighs, her tiny hands cradling his cheeks in their palms. “It’s time to get up!”

“Says who?”

“Me! And momma!”

You guys aren’t the boss of me.”

“Yeah, right!”

“Why do I need to get up? Can’t a guy get his beauty sleep?””

“You can go back to sleep later! We’re finally here, daddy! We’re home! It’s time to wakey-wakey, shakey-shakey!”

“What if I don’t want to wakey-wakey, shaky-shakey?”

“Too bad! When momma says it’s time to get up, it’s time to get up! Remember, she’s the boss, applesauce!”

“Sure she is.” Placing a kiss on Millie’s temple, he settles her sideways on his lap; palm smoothing over her messy hair as she presses her face against the window and studies her surroundings. “What do you think of it so far?”

“I love it! I love the colour! Especially the front door! I LOVE yellow. It’s a great use of colour, dad. You know what they say? That EVERY house deserves a pop of colour.”

Tyler arches a quizzical brow at Esme. “Whose they?”

She gives a sheepish grin. “People on television. We watch a lot of Home and Garden Network.”

“Especially in the winter,” Millie adds. “When it’s too cold to go outside. Or there’s a snowstorm and we’re stuck in the house.”

“So you think it’s an alright place? That you’ll be happy here?”

“Of course, I’m going to be happy! It’s home. It’s where mommy and daddy are. It can’t get any better than that. But…”

“Uh oh…”

“You know what it needs? More colour. It needs flowers. To up the curb appeal.”

“Are you going to be a real estate agent when you grow up?”

“Nope.”

“Interior decorator?”

“Hell no! I’m going to be the person who builds the house. With my own hands!”

“That’s my girl.”

Esme winces in discomfort as she reaches across her body to unbuckle her seat belt. “Funny thing is, that’s what your daddy does. That’s one of his REAL jobs. He even owns his own business. He might not build houses from the ground up, but he helps make people's places bigger and better.”

“But I thought your job was kicking ass.”

“It is. Just not all the time. Only when Auntie Nik really needs my help.”

“So you have two lives. Two ‘yous’.”

“Yeah. I guess you could put it that way. The ‘me’ that was in New York City? Taking care of business? That’s the me that I don’t have to be very often anymore. The ‘all the time’ me? I help people in a different way. I make their houses bigger and nicer, I put up fences and decks, I build garages and sheds and even furniture sometimes.”

“Can you build a treehouse? I always wanted a treehouse.”

“Millie, I can build you whatever you want. Or at least I can try.”

“You know what his other job is? He’s a fireman.”

Her eyes widen. “Shut the front door!”

“It is. That’s the job I do the most. I won’t be going back for a while though; I’ve got a lot of time off to spend with you and your mom. That’s all that’s important right now. That you guys are safe and taken care of. And that the three of us get to be together. Get used to being a family.”

“Being a firefighter is crazy dangerous! And scary!”

“It can be.”

“Momma’s right! You ARE super brave!”

“I like to think I am. Sometimes, anyways.”

“She told me you’re the bravest person she’s ever known. And the strongest.”

Reaching behind Millie, he gently and lovingly tugs on Esme’s hair. “Yeah, well your mum is biassed.”

“Her mum tells the truth.”

“You’re our hero, Daddy. You’re brave and you’re strong and you keep us safe from the bad guys. We don’t have to worry about them when you’re around. ‘Cause you’ll do anything to stop them from even coming near us, never mind hurting us.”

“There’s nothing I wouldn’t do for you or your mumma. You’re my girls. All that matters to me is the two of you.”

“And Lucy.”

“DEFINITELY Lucy. She’s one of my girls, too. Actually, she’s the ORIGINAL girl; I had her before I even met your mumma.”

“Mumma says she’s a really good doggo. A super smart one. I can’t wait to meet her. I hope she’ll like the toys and treats I picked out for her. And I hope she LOVES me.”

“I know she will. And she’s going like having a little sister; someone to play with and chase around and sneak her food under the table. She’ll be like a puppy again, just you watch.”

“I just hope she loves me. ‘Cause I already know I love her. So if she doesn’t feel the same about me, I’m going to be crazy sad. I’m going to…”

Her voice trails off as begins bouncing up and down on his lap; banging her palm against the window when Alcott steps out onto the front porch; flashing that dazzling and waving enthusiastically at her. And she squeals “Uncle Duey!” before Tyler pops open the door; not waiting for it to fully open before she’s slipping out of the vehicle and scurrying up the front walk.

Alcott is on the middle step when she launches herself towards him; his deep, rich chuckle and her piercing, musical giggle floating on the air as he effortlessly catches her and tosses her above his head. Once, twice. Before tucking her into his chest and showering her temples, forehead and cheek with kisses.

Esme pauses with her hand on the door handle. “I know it’s hard for you; seeing how close she is to everyone. The fact they got to be part of her life long before you did. And I’m sorry that it hurts you so much. I’m sorry for so MANY things.”

“I don’t need you to be sorry. We’ve moved past that. I don’t need constant apologies.”

“But…”

“I don’t need them,” he forcibly repeats, then lays a hand on the back of her head and pulls her into him; lips meeting her brow. “And it’s not as bad now. It doesn’t hurt as much. I’m starting to look at it differently. How I’m actually very lucky. You and Millie had these people around; watching out for you, loving on you and keeping you safe. Until I finally got the chance to do it.”

“I just wish I’d given you that chance sooner. I’m sorry I…”

“No more of that word, okay? There’s no need for it.” He’s mindful of the still tender line of stitches embedded in her scalp as he pushes his finger through her hair; hand cupping the back of her head when he kisses her. pushes his fingers through her hair, mindful of the still tender line of stitches embedded in her scalp. “Not anymore.”

“Why are you like this?”

“Like what?”

“So good to me? After everything I’ve done. After hurting you like I did…”

“I love you.” The answer is short and sweet. Honest. “I always have. I always will.”

Her lower lip and chin tremble as she struggles to hold back her emotions.

“None of that, okay? No crying. There’s no reason to cry. There’s been enough of that. And I don’t want this; you holding onto all of this…stuff. I forgive you. Now it’s time for you to forgive yourself. Or at least work on it.”

“How the tables have turned, huh? I remember saying almost those same words to you. About Austin. About how he forgave you. For what you did. And that it was your turn. To forgive yourself.”

“And I got there. Eventually. You will too. You’re not alone in this. You’ve got me. Millie. We’ll help you through it. Now…” Turning and reaching for the door handle, he’s stopped when she snags him by the back of his t-shirt and pulls him towards her. A hand on his cheek as she kisses him; long and soft and slow. A grin tugging at the corners of his mouth when he pulls away. “What was that for?”

“I need a reason to kiss you?”

“I didn’t say that.”

“Have you ever considered that I enjoy kissing you?”

“Have you ever considered you have crappy taste in men?”

“My taste in men is impeccable, thank you very much. Or at least it became impeccable when I met you.”

Smirking, he presses a kiss on her brow. “Sweet talker. Flattery will get you everywhere.”

“Yeah, you’re always up for a good, old-fashioned, ego-stroking.”

“And a good stroking of something else,” he teases, giving her a playful wink and then opening the car door and stepping out. Offering Alcott a nod in greeting before heading to the opposite side of the vehicle and assisting Esme; a protective hand on the small of her back as he leads her up the front walk. “You gonna be alright the rest of the way? While I give Wick a hand with all the stuff?”

“I’ll be fine,” she assures him, standing on her tips with a hand upon his chest as he leans down to kiss her.

“I worry.”

“I know you do. And in a strange little way, it makes you a million times sexier. Which is hard to grasp considering you’re already the sexiest man alive.”

“You and your shit taste in guys.”

“I’ve said it once and I’ll say it again, my taste has become impeccable.” Smoothing her palms down the front of his t-shirt, her hand settling on his hips; eyes closing as she rests her forehead upon his chest. “I love you, you know.”

Smiling, he cups the back of her head in his palm and leans down to kiss her temple. “I know.”

****

Alcott greets her with a smile as he holds a squealing and giggling Millie upside down by her ankles. “Well there’s a sight for sore eyes.”

“Emphasis on the word ‘sore’.”

“You’re going to be feeling it for a while. To be honest, I’m surprised you’re doing as well as you are. That you’re even up and at ‘em.”

“It was now or never, I guess. Nik was getting tired of me; I was only a couple of days away from being evicted.”

“Look at mommy’s toe nails!” Millie calls out, as her fingertips swipe at her mother’s feet. “I did those! Watermelon pink! Mine match!”

“You’re going to make her throw up,” Esme warns. “Or pee her pants. She had a huge drink in the car before falling asleep.”

“I might do both!” The four-year-old announces. “I had a cherry and vanilla Coke slurpee! Daddy and I shared it, but I drank the most! Now I got the burps!”

“Guess your mum will be cleaning a hell of a mess off the steps, won’t she.”

“More like her father would have to clean it up. So let’s spare him the horror, okay? Blood and guts he can handle. THAT? He’ll likely toss his cookies too.”

(Millie hiccups as Alcott returns her to an upright position and settles her on his hip. “Daddy doesn’t like barf. I almost hurled on the plane and he nearly had a panic attack.”

Standing on her tiptoes, Esme straightens and tightens her daughter’s pigtails. “We don’t need to give away all of his secrets. Why don’t you run over and help daddy and Uncle John with some stuff? Grab your backpack and Lucy’s toys and treats. I’ll take you to meet her in a few minutes.”

“You just want to talk to Uncle Duey in private. I know your tricks, mom.”

“Well, there’s some things we need to discuss that little ears don’t need to hear.”

“What kind of things?”

“Adult things. That you…young miss…don’t need to be part of.”

“Are you going to hang out for a bit, Uncle Duey? Are you going to stay for supper? We haven’t eaten yet and I’m getting really hungry and I really want you to stay. Will you?”

“If your mum and dad don’t mind having an extra mouth to feed.”

“Are you going to sleep over? Visit for a bit? ‘Cause that would be really cool! Maybe we could even make a tent in my new room!”

“Tell you what, I’ll stay for a few days. So we can hang out. BUT, I’m going to stay at a hotel; so you and your folks can have privacy. You’re a family now; you need to concentrate on THAT.”

“I finally have a daddy. And not just ANY daddy, but my REAL daddy! The daddy that helped make me. Who put me in mom’s tum! How cool is that?! That I’d get my actual daddy in the end?!

Alcott presses a noisy kiss on Millie’s cheek before setting her on the ground, a hand resting on the top of her head. “You know, I think you’re a very lucky little girl. That you have the dad AND mum that you do. Because no one…in this world…could love you more than they do. You’re going to have a long and happy life, my little Amelia. With BOTH of them.”

“Daddy said that when something is meant to be, it always finds a way. He said that’s why mummy needed his help; because they were meant to be together. Do you think that’s true?”

“I think when two people love each other…REALLY love each other…they’ll find their way back to one another. Doesn’t matter how long it takes or how many obstacles are in the way, if they’re meant to be together, they will be. That’s what happened with your mum and dad. Although I do question her standards and her taste in men. Because if you ask me…”

“You know, you can be super duper cute, Uncle Duey. And really romantic.”

“You know, I have my moments. But let’s keep that between us. Our little secret. I have a reputation to keep.”

“Of being a big-time ass kicker!”

“Exactly.” Offering a closed fist, Millie bumps it with her own. “Now, you go.” Laying a hand on the top of her head, he gently steers her towards the stairs. “Listen to your mumma. Go and grab your things. I’ve got a surprise for you.”

“What kind of surprise?”

“A very nice one.”

“What is it?”

“If I told you, it wouldn’t be a surprise. And you can’t have it until you do what you're told; go and lend a hand and grab your stuff. Then you can meet Lucy and…”

“And then I get my surprise!”

“Exactly!”

“This is the best day ever!” Giving his leg a tight squeeze, she hurries for the stairs and then jumps from the landing; landing effortlessly on her feet and rushing off towards the car. Calling out for her dad and her uncle John; giggling when she’s teased and Wick playfully pulls on one of her pigtails; her high-pitched, exuberant voice floating on the breeze as she busies herself with helping pull bags from the trunk.

Grinning, Alcott shakes his head. “She’s…”

“A handful? Believe me, I know.”

“She seems to be adjusting alright. To this new life of hers. Seems excited to be here, that’s for sure.”

“The last forty-eight hours, she’s done nothing but go on and on about Australia. About how she can’t wait to live here. About taking beach trips and going fishing; learning how to ride a bike, going to school and making friends. It’s ALL she’s talked about.”

“She’s been through a lot. It hasn’t been the easiest of three weeks, that’s for sure. Bad enough on all of us, never mind a wee one. How have things been? Since she found out? About her dad?”

“Everything’s been great. Better than I thought it would be; I thought it would take her a lot longer to adjust to the whole thing and to forgive me for keeping him a secret. But it’s like he’s been part of her life forever. Like she’s never known anything different. She adores him. Wants to be around him constantly.”

“The best part of that is that she loved him before she even knew that he WAS her dad. How’s he been? With her?”

“Amazing. He really had to step it up after New York City; I sort of just threw him to the wolves. But he did it; despite all the pain he was in and constantly worrying about me and trying to take care of me. He just did what he had to do. Spent nearly every waking moment with her.”

“As much as what happened sucks for you, it was probably what was best for them. It gave them that time; to be completely alone and invested with one another. Gave them a chance to learn about one another. Without anyone else interfering.”

“As much as my body wishes it could get on board with that, it’s just not having it. How have things been here?”

“Quiet. For the most part.”

“For the most part, huh? I don’t think I like the sound of that.”

“Just a couple of people snooping. Coming around where they had no reason to be. Wick and I took care of them.”

“Took care of them as in…”

“As in they won’t bother you…or anyone else…ever again.”

Sighing heavily, Esme crosses her arms over her chest, hands rubbing at her biceps.

“Hey…” Hooking a finger under her chin, Alcott tilts her face up towards him. “...everything is fine. You’re safe here. Wick and I took care of things on our end, now all Nik has to do is handle things on hers. It’ll be over soon. For good.”

“God, I hope so.”

She glances over her shoulder as Millie and Tyler make their way towards the house. The latter gently suggesting that their offspring make multiple trips to and from the car, while Millie insists -despite the knapsack on her shoulders, gift bag over her wrist, and the top of a pile of small boxes cradled in her arms reaching her eyebrows- that she’s stronger than she looks and can see ‘just fine’.

“You know….” Esme turns back to Alcott, body leaning into his when he drapes an arm across her shoulders. “...I’ve waited five years for this. To be with him again. I have missed him; every second of every day. I spent four wondering what it would be like; to have him in her life and see them together and hear her call him ‘daddy’. Now it’s happening; it’s all RIGHT HERE. And I am so overwhelmed. With everything I’m feeling.”

“In a good way, I hope.”

“In a very good way. This is all I ever wanted. HE’S all I ever wanted. Everything we talked about…everything we planned together…it’s all finally happening. In this place. That we bought together. And that I never spent a single night inside. It’s a lot, you know? To unpack. And I’m so scared that something…someone…is going to take this all away from me.”

“That’s why you…BOTH OF YOU…need to get out of this life. And stay out of it. Once this is all over, you need to walk away for good. Or something bad WILL happen.”

“I’m ready for that. More than ready. I finally have everything I want. WHO I want. I want to be a wife and a mother. I want to share my bed with the same man every night for the rest of my life. Kiss the same man good morning EVERY morning. I want to make cookies for school bake sales and cheer Millie on while she plays soccer and watch her learn to surf. I want to have another baby. Or two. Or three. I am so ready. For ALL of that.”

“But?”

“I’m worried that he won’t be able to walk away. Or stay away. Not for good. I’m worried he’s always going to be tied to that life somehow. That it will somehow find a way back into our lives. Take him away from us.”

“Have you mentioned all this? Talked to him about it?”

“I haven’t exactly had the chance. I spent a week in and out of consciousness, and another five days trying to build up enough strength just to do shit like feed myself and get myself to the bathroom. There was never a good time to bring up something like THAT.”

“You need to. Just get it all out in the open. Let him know what you’re worried about, what you’re afraid of, all of that. Because it won’t do any good keeping that in. You need to say it. And he needs to hear it.”

“You know what my fear is? My worst nightmare? That he’ll take a job and go somewhere thousands of miles away and something horrible will happen to him. That I’ll lose him. Permanently. And he’ll be stuck there; I won’t have any way of getting him out there and bringing him home.”

“Esme…”

“I couldn’t deal with that. I just couldn’t. I’d never survive it.”

*****

Esme slowly approaches the couch; a sprawled-out Lucy regarding her with wide eyes and her head tilted to the side. While Millie trails a few steps behind, she crouches down in front of the sofa and offers a soft, calm smile.

“Hey girl…hey Lucy…” She holds out the back of her hand to sniff, the dog’s nose wet against her skin. And as recollection of a long lost and missed scent begins to creep in, Lucy’s tail begins to thumb energetically against the cushions. “...do you remember me? It’s been a long time, huh? I missed you. So much.”

The thumping of the tail continues, now accompanied by a butt wiggle and a soft yet happy whimper as Lucy wriggles closer. “Yeah…you remember. We were besties. We did so much together. I’m so sorry…” Ruffling the fur at the nape of Lucy’s neck, Esme then strokes the dog’s ears and scratches under her chin “...that I just up and left like that. I never meant to abandon you.” She leans in to press a kiss to Lucy’s nose. “Thank you, sweet girl. For keeping him company. And keeping an eye on him. Until I could get back to doing it.”

Swiping at loose tears with the back of her hand, she reaches for Millie.“I have someone I want you to meet. Someone I love very much. I had a baby while I was gone. And this is her…” Drawing her daughter to her side, she lays a hand on the top of the little one’s head and presses a kiss to her temple. “...isn’t she beautiful?”

“Hi Lucy…” Millie offers her hand for a sniff. “...I’m Millie. Well, my name is really Amelia, but I like Millie better. Everyone calls me that. I’m going to live here now; with you and my momma and my daddy. That makes us sisters. ‘Cause we have the same mom and dad. Just they adopted you and I was in momma’s tummy.” She giggles when Lucy licks her hand, then slides forward and swipes at her chin with her tongue. “I think she likes me!”

“Why don’t you show her what you got for her? I’m sure she’d love to see.”

“I got you some goodies.” Millie holds aloft a neon pink gift bag, filled with white tissue paper. “Some toys and some treaties. See…” Dumping the contents out onto the couch, she arranges them neatly in their respective groups; food in one pile, play objects in the other). “...I got you all different kinds of stuff. Squeaky balls, rope toys, ones you can chew on, a cool tug of war one that we can play with together! I’ll let you pick which one you want to play with first.”

“I think she’s more interested in learning about you right now.”

“Can I give her some treats? Do you think that’s okay? That daddy won’t mind?”

“He won’t mind at all, believe me. Here…” Selecting one of the bag of treats -duck flavoured- she tears it open; dumping a handful of the small ‘cookies’ into Millie’s palm. “...these are her favourites. Hold your hand out and let her take a sniff. She’ll decide if she wants them or not.”

“She won’t eat my hand, will she?”

“Lucy’s the last dog on earth that would do something like that. She might kiss you to death or you might pass out from her stinky doggy breath, but she’s a lover, not a fighter. The goodest good girl. Aren’t you, Luce?” She smoothes a hand over each of Lucy’s ears and the scruff of her neck, kneading lightly at the fur as Millie offers the treats in her palm. The dog briefly sniffing before hurriedly -and exuberantly- gobbling them up. Causing the four-year-old to dissolve into giggles when the nibbling at her palm turns into enthusiastic lapping at her chin and cheeks. “I knew she’d like you. What’s not to like?”

“We’re going to be besties!” Millie declares, and tosses both arms around Lucy’s wriggling body. “Aren’t we Lucy?!

Tyler’s hand falls on Esme’s shoulder as he joins them. “How’s things down here?”

“Good,” she smiles up at him. “Very good. I think it’s safe to say that Lucy and Millie like each other.”

“We don’t just like each other!” Millie declares, as she lies on her back on the couch; Lucy between her splayed legs, the dog’s stomach pressed against hers. Lucy panting and her tongue lolling out of her mouth as her new friend enthusiastically scratches at the ‘sweet spots’ behind her ears. “We LOVE each other!”

“That’s ‘cause Lucy has great taste. Don’tcha girl.” Tyler reaches down to knead the back of the dog’s neck. “Now I hate to be the bearer of bad news, but you’re going to have to share me now. We’ve got extra people in the house. Extra b…”

Esme scowls up at him.

“Ladies. I was going to say LADIES.”

“The hell you were.”

“You know I’m just joking. Trying to get a rise out of ya. Although after the past ten days, I wouldn’t mind if YOU were trying to get a rise out of ME.”

She gives a derisive snort and a roll of the eyes. “You are too much.”

His fingers curl around her bicep when she starts to stand; helping her to her feet before his palm moving to the small of her back as she leans into him. Her body leaning into his as his lips meet the top of her head.

“You guys finished? Get everything inside?”

“Just put everything upstairs for now. We can tackle it later. Or tomorrow. Or whenever. There’s no rush.”

“So…” Alcott takes the stairs two at a time. Enthusiastically clapping and rubbing his hands together as he addresses Millie from the bottom landing. “...who’s ready for their surprise!”

“I am! I’ve been ready since you told me! But…” She nuzzles the top of Lucy’s head with her nose. “...can Lucy come and see it too?”

“The more the merrier. This is definitely a family thing.”

Sliding out from under the dog’s body, Millie jumps to her feet; patting the side of her leg and calling for the dog to follow as Alcott leads the way out of the living room and down the hall. Pausing at the door that belongs to the small three-piece bath just off the kitchen.

“Right in here,” he says, and nods towards the door. “It’s waiting for ya.”

“In here?”

“In there. Go on.”

She reaches for the handle, then pauses. “What is it? What’s in there?”

“It’s a bathroom.”

“But what’s IN the bathroom?”

“Your surprise.”

“But what IS my surprise?”

“If I told you, then it wouldn’t be a surprise, would it? Go on. Go see what’s in there.”

Esme’s brows arch quizzically as she glances between Tyler and Alcott. “What are you two up?”

The latter grins. “Just a little something. That we thought would cheer her up, especially after the last couple of weeks she’s had. And we thought it’d help make this new life of hers even better.”

“And just what would make it better? What…?”

“Bea!” Millie’s scream is ear-piercing; bouncing off the ceiling and walls and echoing through the lower level of the house. “Oh…my Bea!” She drops onto her butt in the middle of the floor and scoops the cat into her arms, cuddling her tight to her chest as she sobs into the glistening black fur. A concerned Lucy hurriedly padding into the room; settling herself in a sobbing Millie’s lap as she licks at the tears that stream down the little one’s face. “...I missed you!”

“How?” Esme struggles to hold back her own tears. “How did you…?”

“I had someone bring her to me. Someone I could trust. To get her safely. And here she is. I couldn’t keep a little girl and her best friend apart, could I? It’d already been long enough.”

“This was all you wasn’t it?” Esme glances up at Tyler. “You made this happen.”

“It was my idea. But I had help. Getting it done.”

“I thought you weren’t a cat guy.”

“I’m not.” Smiling, he wraps around her and gatherers into his side. Leaning down to press his lips against her temple. “But I have a feeling this one will grow on me.”

****

It’s before eleven when Esme steps out onto the front porch with Wick, the wood smooth and cool under her bare feet; the light in the front room and a small battery-powered lantern on a small nearby table providing the only illumination. Alcott departed an hour before; needing to get back to his hotel to handle some ‘important business’ before retiring for the night, but not before promising Millie he’d be back to see her in the latter part of the morning. With exhaustion and calm quickly settling in, Tyler tends to tucking Millie into -at her insistence- the confines of her brand new, four-poster bed. A simple piece of furniture that signifies the start of the second bedroom’s transformation; pink and grey camo bedding, the rest of the space a blank canvas for her -with some guidance and help- to turn into her own little sanctuary.

As Wick lingers on the bottom landing, Esme remains at the top of the steps; gathering the sides of the oversized hoodie she sports and wrapping them around her petite frame. “You gonna stick around for a bit? Couple of days at least? Millie would love to spend some time with you. Now that we’re away from all that craziness. And who knows when she’ll see you again.”

“I already said my goodbyes. Or should I say my ‘see you laters’. She knows it won’t be long. Until we see each other.”

“Still, a couple of days would have been nice. Just to sit back and relax. Chat.”

“As much as I wish I could just take it easy, I really need to get back. To New York City. I told Nik I’d help tie up all the loose ends. And I need to meet Charon. We have some…business…to tend to.”

“Business as in Winston.”

He smiles coyly. “The less you know, the better.”

“Do you think the High Table will do anything? That they’ll handle him anyway? For what he did to Tyler? To Millie?”

“They’d be hypocrites if they didn’t.”

“Wouldn’t be the first time.”

“He broke their most important rule. The biggest one. They’ll forgive some things. Some missteps. But THAT?”

“He deserves to pay for what he did. He could have killed both of them. Taken everything away from me. Everything I had just gotten back. That I spent five years missing and longing for. Winston tried to take that from me. HIM from me. And for what? Some weird, sick ass obsession?”

“He had it in his mind that you were his to have. And to lose. Winston isn’t used to losing.”

“I was never his. I was never going to be. And I certainly never let him think it was a possibility.”

“I think he felt as if he could guilt into it. Being with him. Hold everything he’s done for you over your head. Manipulate you. Until you not only gave in, but gave him what he wanted. EVERYTHING he wanted.”

“Never would have happened. I’d already lived through one asshole gaslighting me for years. I wasn’t falling for it again. And if he had managed to take Tyler and Millie from me, I would have killed myself before it happened. Before EVER being with him.”

“How about we concentrate on the fact he DIDN’T manage to do it. That Millie and Tyler are safe.”

“I think about it every day, believe me. But I also think about how he can’t get away with this. As if it isn’t bad enough that he was so ready, willing, and able to kill Tyler, he was more than okay with taking Millie out in the process. A little girl girl. MY little girl. My baby. And I’m sorry, but he can’t get away with it. He just can’t.”

“And he won’t. I promise you. Winston will be taken care of. You don’t need to know how or at whose hand, but he will be. You just need to trust me.”

“I do. I DO trust you. You know I do. I trust you with my life. With Millie’s life.”

“Your part in all of this is over now. This life? The job? It’s time, Esme. For you to let it go. To just walk away. Not many people in this world get that chance. So you need to take it when you can. Because if you keep even on toe in this pound, you are going to get sucked back in. And this life will swallow you whole. You know it will.”

“It’s hard to walk away when there’s still unfinished business. When it’s so personal.”

“That business will be taken care of. You need to let other people handle it now. What you need to do is go inside and start over again. Start a new life. The one you always wanted. You’ve been given a second chance with Tyler. To be with him. Have a life with him. Make a family together. Do you know how many people wish they could get that? Who's lost someone and will never get them back? Who would love to be in your shoes right now?”

“I know it’s hard for you. To see it. Everything just playing out right in front of you. You can’t get Helen back. And believe me, if there was a way I could change that, I would.”

“I know you would. But you can’t. You can’t do that for me. But what you CAN do? You can make a life for yourself. A REAL life. You can make that man your husband and you can make more babies together and your little girl can have both her mother AND her father. You never wanted all of this. To be in this world. You were never planning on sticking with it for the long haul. Dying some god awful, bloody death like the rest of us.”

“You’re right,” she admits, leaning against the bannister with her arms crossed over her chest. “I didn’t want that. I didn’t plan on doing this forever. And I tried to get out. I DID get out. And then that adjudicator showed up and turned my entire world upside down. Ruined EVERYTHING. I didn’t want to get sucked back in. I was done. I had met someone. I was going to get married. I bought a house. We were planning on always and forever. But it didn’t work out that way, did it.”

“No. It didn’t. You had to wait longer for it. But at least it’s happening. At least you’re getting it.”

Sighing, she reaches up to tuck wayward strands of hair behind her ears.

Climbing the stairs, Wick takes her by the shoulders and turns her towards him. “You can’t bring Helen back. I wish you could. But you know what you can do? For me? You can get the fuck out of this life. And STAY out of it.”

“I’m trying. But knowing that Winston is still out there after what he did…”

“Winston will be handled. Whether it’s by me or Nik or someone else. It’s not your fight anymore. It’s time to let someone else do the heavy carrying. You’ve done enough.”

“It’s my family. That he tried to hurt. It’s my little girl and the love of my life and…”

“And both of them need you. Not the you that’s connected to the job. The you that’s connected to them. You have to let that Esme go. It’s time. You need to be the Esme that they want you to be. That they NEED you to be. They don’t need ‘job Esme’. They need wife Esme. Mom Esme. And you can’t tell me you don’t need that, too.”

“Of course I need it. I WANT it. It’s all I’ve ever wanted.”

“It’s done. Your old life. Whatever battles are left, it’s up to other people to finish. And it’s up to you to trust them to do it.”

“That’s a little easier said than done.”

“You’ve trusted me before. Many times. Trust me now.”

“I’ll try. And me saying that is no slight on you. It’s just that this is close to home. So personal. To just hand it over, you know?”

“I know it is. But you have to do it. If not for yourself, for Tyler and Millie.” (lightly squeezes her shoulders and pulls her closer to him, lips meeting and lingering on her brow) “You’re going to be alright, kiddo. You’re safe. And we’re all going to keep it that way.”

“You’ll let me know how things go? In New York?”

“Once things are taken care of, I’ll call you. Like I said, the less you know, the better.”

“And call me when you get there? So I know you arrived safe and sound?”

Wick grins “Yes, mom.”

“Well, I AM a mom. Which technically makes me your ‘mom friend’, so…”

“Speaking of being a mom, you should go and do just that. Tuck your little one in. Give her a hug and a kiss. And a squeeze. From me.”

Smiling, she reaches up to sweep long strands of hair off his forehead and away from his eyes.

“Take care of each other. LOVE each other. And be happy. If anyone deserves that, it’s you.”

Swallowing around a lump of emotion, she stands on her tiptoes and wraps her arms around his neck) “Thank you. For everything. Millie’s alive because of you. If you hadn’t helped that night…”

“I owed you one. Had you not helped me, this whole mess never would have happened. Starting with that adjudicator.”

“One had nothing to do with the other. The adjudicator, Alessio and his family. It’s not connected.”

“One led to the other. Had you not helped me that night…gone against the High Table…the adjudicator would have never had a reason to track you down.”

“How about we just call it even? Because I can tell this isn’t an argument I’m going to get the high ground on.”

“You can’t win them all, kiddo. But you’ve won plenty, that’s for sure.”

“You will be back, right? Some day?”

“Some day.”

“Because you know you’re welcome here. That our door is always open. So don’t be a stranger, alright?”

“Alright.” He gives her a final squeeze, then a kiss on the cheek. “You be good, Esme Drummond.”

“I will,” she promises, and then pulls away, using her fingertips to clear away the tears that manage to escape. Once more leaning against the bannister with her arms crossed over her chest, she watches him descend the steps and limp down the walk, heading for his car.“Hey!” She calls to him after he opens the door, causing him to pause before sliding behind the wheel. “I’ll see you soon, John Wick!”

He grins over the roof of the car. “Not unless I see you first.”

*****

She finds him in the master bedroom, standing at the side of the bed in nothing more than a pair of sweats that sit low on his hips. A duffle bag, one of Esme’s suitcases, and Millie’s wheeled Transformer case open in front of him; rummaging through them and throwing any dirty laundry into a pile near the closet. Clean clothing stacked on the bedside chair)

“Millie asleep?”

“Out like a light. Both Bea and Lucy are in there with her. All three are snoring.”

Sidling up beside him, she reaches into Millie’s suitcase. Closely inspecting a t-shirt to determine if it's clean or dirty. “She gets it from you, you know.”

“Her amazing good looks?”

“Her snoring.”

“So you’re saying she’s ugly? Which she also gets from me?”

“You damn well know that isn’t what I’m saying. She gets both her amazing good looks and her snoring from you. There. Are you happy?”

“I don’t snore.”

“Like hell you don’t.”

“I’m not taking criticism from someone who talks in their sleep. Who I can have full conversations with.”

“I haven’t done that in a long time.”

“You just did it last night.”

“What was I talking about?”

“I don’t know some guy. Tall, handsome, built like a brick house, had a huge dick. Apparently gave you the best orgasms you’ve ever had in your entire life.”

“Mmm.” She throws a sweater of Millie’s onto the dirty pile. “Must have been some random hook up in college.”

Tyler scowls.

“Baby, IF I was saying all that, it was obviously you I was talking about. Haven’t we had this conversation before? While I’ve been awake? About how you’re the first guy to achieve the previously impossible? It’s nice not having to rely on myself to get to the finish line.”

“You have dated some real losers, you know that?”

“Not that the list is lengthy by any stretch of the imagination, but yes, yes I have. And I married the biggest one of them all.”

“Maybe your second husband will be a step up.”

“I have a feeling he will be,” she chides and playfully smacks him in the stomach with a dirty sweater. “With some room left over for a little improvement.”

“A little? That’s an understatement.”

“I don’t know. I think he’s pretty perfect already. As is.”

Smiling, he leans down to drop a gentle kiss on the top of their head. “And you have the nerve to call me biassed.”

They work quietly and companionably side by side, and when Millie’s suitcase is finally empty, she moves it from the bed and sets it on the floor. Then takes a seat on the edge of the mattress; watching Tyler, as he continues to work.

“Wick get away alright?”

Esme nods. “Do you think he’s going to be okay? When he gets back to New York?”

“I don’t know. He’s gonna have a lot of big guns after him. Bigger and heavier than the ones that are going to be after me, that’s for sure. But, he’s been in that world a long time. Gone up against a lot of horrible people. And he’s still around to tell about it.”

“I’m worried. About him and Charon. When it comes to the whole dealing with Winston thing.”

“One thing they have on their side is that the High Table is after his ass, too. He broke their number one golden rule, yeah? Drew blood on Continental grounds. If they came after you for a lot less, I like to think they’d fuck him right up.”

“But he sits on the High Table. How willing are they going to be to punish one of their own?”

“You know more about them than I do. I was never caught up on that side of things. Not that I didn’t have a chance to be. It was offered to me. Working under them. More than once.”

“Not many people say ‘no’ to the High Table and get away with it. You’re one of the lucky ones.”

“Didn’t really save me, though. did it? They still found a way to ruin my fucking life.”

“Why didn’t you want to work under them? You could have taken jobs anywhere in the world. You didn’t have to focus on North America. You didn’t even need to step foot inside it at all. Why…?”

“Wasn’t my thing. All the rules, the politics, the bullshit. Less drama working for Nik. Only have one person telling me what to do and when to do it. Not a whole shit load.”

“You are kind of a lone wolf. You do prefer working alone.”

“I don’t know…” He over her, palms flat against the mattress for balance. “... I seem to remember a time I didn’t mind sharing the workload with a hot little brunette.”

“Just the one, huh? No others?”

“Just the one.” His lips briefly brush against hers. “The rest were blondes and redheads..”

Scowling, she places her hands on his chest and attempts to push him away.. “Oh fuck you, Tyler!”

Chuckling, he presses a kiss to her cheek and the side of her neck before returning to the task in front of him. She watches his hands as he works; strong enough to break bones and take a life, but capable of breathtaking tenderness. Long fingers and misshapen knuckles; various scars and imperfections that mar his skin. And his forearms; one of the features she’d immediately noticed when they first met. And she’s about to offer a cheeky comment when she notices the expression on his face; the darkened eyes and the furrowed brow.

“Part of you wishes you were there, doesn’t it.”

“Where?”

“New York City. Taking care of Winston yourself. Or at least helping.”

“I won’t lie, revenge is at the top of my list of wants.”

“Mine too. He can’t get away with it; trying to kill you, putting Millie in danger. It doesn’t seem fair that he could just walk away from it at all.”

“He won’t. There’s enough people out there making sure that won’t happen.”

“You’re not going to be one of them, are you? I’m not going to wake up in the morning and find out you took off in the middle of the night? Went back to the states to handle things yourself?”

“You’re not honestly asking me that are you? You can’t be serious.”

“I know how powerful revenge can be. And I know the lines that Winston crossed. Putting Millie in danger, the things he said about me in that basement, the…”

“I’m exactly where I need to be. Where I WANT to be. All that matters to me is keeping you and Millie safe. And if someone DOES decide to try something stupid and I’m not here…”

“You don’t think that’ll happen, do you? That Alessio will send someone? Or that Winston will track us down? You don’t…”

“I think you’re safe with me. You BOTH are.”

“I don’t doubt that. I know what you’re capable of. And I know you’d stop at nothing to protect us. But…”

“You and Millie are safe here. And I’m going to keep it that way. Do I know for sure they’ll send people? No. Would I put it past them? Also no. But I’m not worried. They can send all the people they want. They can send a goddamn army. I will destroy each and every one of them.”

She blinks at the brutal honesty and the anger in his voice; watching as he gathers up the empty suitcases and stashes them in the far corner of the room. Once more joining her, he drops heavily onto his back in the middle of the bed; a forearm over his eyes, his free hand reaching out to slip under both the hoodie and the tank she wears underneath. Calloused fingertips repeatedly skimming across the small of her back, travelling slowly from hip to hip.

Esme stretches out alongside him. On her side with a leg draped over one of his; her mouth placing a series of kisses along the line of his jaw and at the corner of his mouth before resting her head on his chest. Her eyes closed as her fingertips trace the various scars and tattoos that inhabit the right side of his torso. Unsure of how much time passes as they lay there; breathing in each other’s familiar scents, enjoying the warmth that radiates from one another’s bodies, relaxed by the sounds of their soft, rhythmic breathing.

He stirs against her; removing the forearm over his eyes and his palm moving to cup the back of her head. Thumb and fingers pushing through her hair to gently knead her skin, his lips meeting her brow.

“I thought we could just stay in the guest room. For now anyway.”

Esme frowns. “What’s wrong with in here?.”

“Delaney was in here. Right before I left for New York City.”

Reaching up, her hand briefly rests on the top of his head before her fingers push through the longer strands of hair.. “For what it’s worth, it doesn’t bother me.”

“Yeah, well it bothers me.”

Opening her eyes, she raises her head and places her chin on his chest, smiling up at him.

“In a couple of days we can head into town. Buy new stuff. Just start right from scratch. Make the room ours. No one else. Just you and me.”

“You know, oddly enough, I think that’s the most romantic thing you’ve ever said to me.”

“Come on, give me some credit. I’ve had better moments than THAT.”

“I know it doesn’t seem like much to you, but for THAT to bother you? To not want to share what goes on in here with someone else? Just keep it between us? That’s pretty intense, babe. No one would expect that from a guy like you.”

“A guy like me? What’s that supposed to mean?”

“You know, the strong, silent type that’s capable of killing a man a thousand ways with his bare hands.”

“For your information, my hands can do a lot more than that.”

“Oh believe me…” She nuzzles the long-healed bullet wound on his neck with her nose, then runs the tip of her tongue along the lines of his tattoo. “...I know what those hands are capable of.”

“Are you trying to seduce me?”

“Maybe. Is it working?”

“You should know by now that you don’t have to put that much effort into it. If any.”

She giggles against his cheek, her hands shoving their way into his hair when he kisses her; the long, languid, and delicious movements of closed mouth upon closed mouth. A rough, calloused palm begins a slow exploration of her clothed body; travelling over dips and curves, lightly squeezing, softly cupping. And he both hears and feels her sigh into his mouth when he intensifies the moment; pulling away briefly to glide the tip of his tongue over her top lip before aggressively pushing its way way inside of her mouth. Eyes closing and a shiver passing through her when his mouth abandons hers in favour of finding her neck; gently suckling and nibbling at the skin as his free hand pulls open her hoodie and exposes his collarbone.

Her entire body arches off the bed when teeth, lips, and tongue slowly make their way from one shoulder to the other; violently shuddering when the scruff of his beard brushes against the skin just above the neckline of her tank top. Keeping one hand buried in his hair, the other explores the bulging and rippling muscles in his neck and shoulders; tracing scars and tattoos by memories until he moves further down the bed and she loses all contact. Body tension in anticipation when a lone finger slides up the hem of her shirt; the calloused tip gliding across her stomach and drawing a perfect circle around her navel. Toes curling and goosebumps invading her flesh when he aggressively pushes the fabric of her shirt up to the hollow of her throat; his mouth placing a trail of warm, moist kisses from the top of her belly button to the valley between her breasts. And he groans in annoyance and disappointment when she suddenly yanks at his hair, forcing him to look up at her.

“I need to tell you something.”

“Right now? Can’t it wait? I’m kinda in the middle of something here.”

“Right now,” she confirms, and he gives a sigh and rolls onto his side, hand pulling down her tank top, then settling on her stomach.

“We gotta do this fully clothed. Or I won’t hear a damn word you’re saying.”

“You’re half naked,” she points out. “How’s that fair?”

“I’m not as distracting as you are.” Pressing a chaste kiss to her lips, he uses a fingertip to clear strands of hair away from the sides of her face. “You okay? Is this something I need to worry about?”

“No. I mean, yes. I mean…” She chews on her bottom lip. “No. You don’t need to worry. And yes, I’m alright.”

“What do you want to tell me?”

Rolling onto her stomach, Esme places her chin on his chest. “You have to promise you won’t laugh at me.”

“Why would I do that?”

“Because it’s kind of weird. Silly. Well, at least to me, it is.”

“I would never laugh at you. Or make fun of you. Unless it was about your height.”

Giving a small chuckle, she uses the pad of her thumb to trace the scars on his left shoulder. One a military injury he’d suffered years before he’d met her, the other left from the surgery he’d endured after the nightmare in Dhaka. “It IS kind of embarrassing.”

“How short you are?”

“No.” She playfully tugs at the hair on the underside of his chin. “What I’m going to tell you.”

“I thought we got over that a long time ago; being worried about telling each other things. I’m the last person you should feel embarrassed around. I mean, you’ve seen me with a tube up my dick so I could take a piss. You used to help me to the bathroom when I was in the hospital. It doesn’t get much more embarrassing than that.”

“You might change your mind after you hear this.”

“It can’t be that bad.” Combing his fingers through her hair, his hand briefly settles on the nape of her neck, gently squeezing before sliding under the hem of her shirt and resting in the space between her shoulders. Fingertips tracing slow, repetitive circles over bare, smooth skin. Just tell me.”

Sighing, she scrapes a nail along his beard. “I’m nervous.”

“About what?”

“That’s just it. I don’t know. And it makes no sense. I have no reason to be. But I feel shy and awkward; like we’re some couple just fresh into a relationship. We spent a year together. We shared a life. A bed. We were planning to get married. We wanted to have babies. We bought a house.”

“Five years was a long time. To spend apart.”

“But it came so easily to us. When we were back together. We still had that vibe, you know? We still fit together. Like we were never even apart. At least that’s how it felt to me. There was no hesitation. Not anxiety. We just went back to the way we were. Or close to it, anyway. That’s how it was for me. It wasn’t for you?”

“It was. Which is kind of scary in its own way. It should have been awkward. Considering how things ended.”

“But it wasn’t. And DID things end? For either of us? I may have walked away and a lot of time may have passed, but was it ever REALLY over?”

“No,” he admits. “It wasn’t.”

“Look how easy it came back to us. In New York City. Yeah, there was a lot of hurt and anger and I dropped a whole load of shit into your lap, but..”

“There was nothing shit about it. You showing back, finding out about Millie…”

“...things were still there. Between us. We still loved each other. And it was like we went back to how we were. We were always comfortable with each other; we always talked about anything and everything and nothing ever felt complicated or strange. Not even those first days in Dhaka. Am I making any sense at all?”

Tyler nods.

“So why am I nervous now? Why do I feel like this awkward little schoolgirl who’s getting ready for her first hook-up? It’s silly, right? For me to feel this way?”

“I don’t know. I feel a little nervous, too.”

“Really?”

“It was different in New York City. A lot was going on; between us and with the job and Winston and his bullshit. We didn’t really have time to sit down and think about things. We barely had time to catch our breath, some days.”

“I don’t want you to think it’s a bad thing. How I’m feeling. Because it’s not. There could never be anything bad with us. It’s just overwhelming. Being here…in this place…with you.”

“Do you want to maybe get something else?” Looping hair behind her ears, he skims his knuckles over her cheek. The cuts and bruises nearly fully healed. “Put this place up for sale and…?”

“No. That’s the last thing I want. It’s not about you or this place. Not in a negative way, anyway. It’s just so surreal. That we’re actually here. I spent five years wanting this; missing you and wishing things could be different. And now they are. Somehow we found our way back here. To each other.”

“You’re not the only one that spent five years wanting that.”

“You feel it too, don’t you? How overwhelming it is? In this chaotic, beautiful way? I KNOW you feel it. Because I KNOW you. I know your heart, Tyler. I know how deeply you feel things. How POWERFULLY you feel them. So I know I’m not alone in this.”

“It is a little…” He chooses his words wisely. “...scary.”

“I don’t want to screw this up. I did that once. I don’t want it to happen again.”

“It won’t.” Fingertips glide up her back and over the nape of her neck, hand cupping the back of her head and pulling her towards him; lips meeting hers in a long, soft kiss. His eyes riveted on hers as he brushes the knuckles off his free hand over the swell of her cheek; following the line of her jaw before cupping her chin in his palm, his thumb grazing over her lips.

“I can’t lose you. Not when I just got you back. I can’t lose THIS. We’re finally getting what we wanted. What we planned. We get to raise Millie together. Make an amazing life. Have more babies. Grow old and gray together. And if something takes you out of the equation…”

“I’m not going anywhere. Nothing’s going to happen to me. This is it. Once the mess in New York has been cleaned up and things are finished for good, we don’t have to worry about that life ever again.”

“Promise? Promise me you won’t go back to that.”

“I won’t go back,” he vows and pulls her into another kiss. Longer and deeper, tinged with urgency and desperation. Hunger.

Instead of pursuing it, he wraps her in his arms and rolls onto his back. Lips meeting her forehead before she tucks her face into that safe, warm place between his neck and shoulder.

“You’re home now, Esme.” His hand once more slips up the back of her sweater and tank top, fingertips ghosting along the length of her spine. “Where you belong. Where you’ve ALWAYS belonged.”

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Distant

Chapter 11

Summary:

Everyone in Japan seems to know something you don’t.

As the weekend rolled around you realized you needed to do some much-needed cleaning up that you hadn’t gotten done from your week of being sick. With all your grocery shopping and other things out of the way from days prior, you could get right down to the nitty-gritty, which was a deep cleaning.

You gathered all the supplies you needed and popped on your favorite playlist. You sang along to the music as you went around the house trying to scrub down every surface. As you were in the middle of sweeping your floor “I’m Goin’ Down” by Mary J. Blige came on. You grabbed your broom like a microphone and nearly started screaming into it.

“I’m goin’ doooown, I’m goin’ dooown, cause you ain’t arooound baby. My whooole world's uppp-side dooown!” You scream into the broom and slide down it for dramatic effect.

You get up from the floor and the next song comes on. You go back to cleaning and get about 75 percent done when you suddenly hear loud ass banging on your front door and the doorbell ringing like it’s about to break. You nearly jump out of your skin as you run to see who could possibly be at your door trying to break it down. You look through the peephole to see a crazy-looking pinkette screaming your name. You open the door and she immediately comes rushing past you.

“Damn, Mina what the hell? This better be a real emergency- you almost made me piss my pants.” You follow behind her as she walks over and plops down on your couch.

“Girl- shut up and listen! This is serious!” Mina exasperates as she frantically grabs the remote and turns on the TV. She flicks through a couple of channels until she finally lands on what she’s looking for. It’s one of those talk shows where the ladies sit around a table and gossip about frivolous topics. Mina likes to watch these types of things on her days off and ramble to you about whatever the hottest gossip is.

“Mina, if this is about one of your celebrity crushes getting into another relationship, this could have simply been done over FaceTime-”

“Sh sh shh!!” Your words were cut off by Mina placing a finger on your lips.

“Girl, didn’t I tell you to shut up? Look at the TV right now!” Mina pulls her hand away from your lips and points at the screen.

Usually, Mina isn’t one to shout at you unless that matter is serious. So you indulge her and look up at the TV. The talk show seems to be coming back from a commercial break and getting into a new segment.

“Now for our next segment; it seems to me like love is in the air! And not too long after the new year” A lady with a blonde, short bob shares with the audience and the other ladies in the room.

Everyone hold onto their seats because I can assure you these next clips are the real deal.” The blonde winks as the screen pans to a picture of you and Izuku at the grocery store then transitions to a video of the two of you walking to your car and Izuku holding your groceries while he helps you unload everything into the car.

Your eyes go as wide as saucers and you don’t know what to say or even think. You can only sit there and watch as they continue with their conversations.

“Could this be Deku’s not-so-secret lover? Are we finally going to see the number one settle down?” The lady practically has stars in her eyes as she looks at the other women sitting around the table.

“You know this is a very rare sighting. We never get a look into the number one's love life!” A brunette lady in a pink suit speaks up, with a slightly more intrigued look in her eyes. “He has kept it a really well-hidden secret for quite some time. Hell, we’ve even seen a glimpse into the number two hero Dynamight’s love life - and he seems to hate everyone!” The brunette at the table exclaims and the crowd begins to laugh.

“Well, what if that means this encounter was not meant to be so secret after all and this was a way of letting people know our number one is officially off the market?” The blonde lady turns her attention to the audience. “I mean come on people, he’s spotted in broad daylight with the girl at a public place with his hero suit on. Also, I’m pretty sure she attended the Hero Gala with hero pinky a couple months back. So, come on, how much more proof do you people need?”

“Oh, you’re absolutely right I think I do remember seeing her at the event! And here did you guys see the way he looks at her, like if that isn’t love I don’t know what is!” The third lady at the table adds as the camera pans to the audience to see their reactions. Everyone in the audience seems to have puzzled looks on their faces as if they are considering what the lady has said to be true.

“Now let’s take a look at what the people have to say!” The brunette lady announces as the screen transitions to clips of different Twitter replies to the talk show page based on the situation.

“Dekuslover1226 states, ‘she’s not even that pretty fr.🙄’ “Oooh dekuslover I think many others who have spoken about this topic seem to think otherwise. Let’s see what the audience thinks.” The camera pans to the audience.

“Twitter is so fucking toxic,” A plump woman says when asked about your appearance. “If Twitter is saying you're ugly, you’re obviously not.”

“Yeah she’s pretty hot,” A boy with a cheesy grin says. “A solid 9/10.”

A couple of more people are asked their opinions on your looks, and they do indeed think you are quite beautiful.

The host goes back to the Twitter comments. “Dekus_no.1_fan says, ‘I think they look cute together whoever doesn’t think so are a bunch of haters and don’t want to see our #1 happy. Get a life.’ We think they make a really cute couple as well. All of us over here in this studio today want to see our number one happy!” The crowd starts to cheer after that statement.

“Our last tweet from nina_nini23 claims ‘is it just me or does she look a lil pregnant??👀’ Oh, it seems we have a true analysis on our hands. Take us back to the picture.” As the first lady at the table says her last statement the screen pans back to the picture of you and Izuku standing in front of the grocery store from a side angle and zooms in on your belly.

You grab the remote and shut off the TV. Your face feels hot and you sit there on the couch in complete awe. Maybe this was just one big prank that Mina was pulling on you. It just had to be.

“How did you find out about this?” You get up from the couch and start pacing around.

“Well…I was sitting down on my couch at home watching the talk show.” Mina puts her finger on her lips as she recalls what happened, “They were talking about some new beauty products at first - then they started talking about what would be coming up in the next segments right before a commercial break. The next segment was going to be: Up and Coming Top 10 Hottest New Heroes! Stay tuned!” Mina giggles as she imitates what she heard. “Thennn, they said the next one was going to be about the number one hero having a secret lover! I was so confused so I kept looking and it was a picture of Izuku standing with ‘some girl’ in front of a grocery store.” You nod your head in understanding as Mina continues her story.

“Your face in the picture was blurred out because I guess they only wanted to give people a sneak peek of what was to come next. They couldn’t fool me though!” Mina hops up off the couch and squeezes your cheeks. “Cause I know that brown milk chocolate skin and signature low puff anywhere I see it.” You push Mina away as she continues. “So, I got up from my couch and rushed over here as fast as I could before the segment started so you could see it.” Mina clasps her hands together, finishing her recap.

“Mhmmm, well this is all one big ass misunderstanding.” You turn away as you pinch the bridge of your nose.

“Well the people certainly don’t know that and they are eating this shit up,” Mina claims with the same cheesy grin on her face that boy on TV had.

“Mina none of this is funny and these people are crazy.” You sigh as you walk over to your bedroom and start fishing through your closet for some clothes.

“No, this is in fact hilarious cause I was just talking about this the other day. Now the whole of Japan seems to ship the two of you. How cute!” Mina gushes as she follows behind you.

“No, it’s not. Oh god, I wonder if he’s found out about this yet?” You question as you pull on a hoodie and some leggings along with a winter hat and some uggs.

“Oh, trust me girl, if the whole internet knows then him and his PR team definitely know. Also, why the hell are you getting dressed?” Mina tilts her head in question as you walk over to your coat rack and throw on your biggest winter jacket.

“I have to put a stop to this. All these people have the wrong idea.” You reach for the door handle and try to open the door.

“Wait! You can’t go out there all regularly like nothing happened.” Mina wraps her hand around yours. “People know what you look like now and probably want some answers. You have to go,” Mina puts some shades on you, “Incognito.”

“Oh damn, I didn’t even think about that. I’ll go get a mask or something.” You walk back to your room to grab the mask.

“That’s why you have me here girl” Mina grabs another one of your shades and puts them on. “And by the way, I’m coming with you. We can take my car.” Mina insists as she pulls on her coat and waits by the door for you.

“Well, I wouldn’t want to impose on your day off. I know you don’t get many of those.” You say looking at Mina.

“Impose?! Girl, this just made my day ten times better and now I have to see the rest of this through!” Mina grabs your hand. “Ei’s not even home yet so there’s not much to do anyway. Besides, I know my way around Izuku’s agency way better than you do, so I can get us in without you being seen.” Mina opens the door for you and the two of you walk to her car.

You two get in the car and begin your drive to Izuku’s agency. As you two are in the car Mina shuffles through the radio stations until she finds one she’s satisfied with. The two of you sing along to a couple of songs before the music goes out for a commercial break. When the commercial break starts it’s one of the radio podcasts and they are talking about the situation with you and Izuku.

“Wellllll looks like that’s enough radio for today.” Mina laughs awkwardly as she cuts off the radio.

As the two of you approach the agency you see a herd of paparazzi crowding the front doors to the building. Luckily, Mina turns the car in a different direction and goes to an underground parking area. You need access to get down there and this was the best place for you to get in the building without people seeing you.

“See, now what would you do without me?” Mina parks the car and the two of you get out.

Mina leads the way to an elevator in the parking garage that will take you to the lobby of the building. The two of you arrive on the floor the lobby is on and begin to walk to the reception desk. However, the two of you are immediately stopped in your tracks by the commotion going on outside the lobby doors.

Mina grabs your arm and yanks you behind a corner from the peering eyes outside the building trying to get a look inside. The paparazzi are swarming the building trying to get inside while police officers are guarding the door inside and out to keep them at bay.

“Oh my god, I knew it would be bad but not this bad…These people are animals!” Mina looks at you with worry written all over her face.

“What are we gonna do now? We can’t go to the receptionist or the paparazzi will see me.” You peek over the corner to get a better look at how bad the situation is outside.

“You know what? Screw the receptionist, we'll just walk right into his office and demand this be resolved as one big misunderstanding.” Mina yanks your arm once again and leads you to another elevator.

The two of you get in the elevator and Mina pushes the button to take the two of you to the floor Izuku stays on. As you arrive on the floor Mina leads the way to Izuku’s office and barges right in the doors, but the doors open to an on-suite that belongs to Izuku’s assistant. The big doors ahead lead to his actual office.

“Oh! Good afternoon Mrs. Pinky, I’m sorry but Mr. Deku is in a meeting right now and isn’t seeing anyone for the rest of the day, but I can squeeze you in for an early appointment tomorrow at 8 am.” Izuku’s assistant explains as she scrambles to get Mina out of the office.

“I don’t care if he’s in a meeting, we need to see him now, this problem can’t wait till tomorrow. Meeting be damned, we’re going in.” Mina insists as she goes to the office doors and throws them open. As the doors open the two of you are met with the sight of an empty office.

“I’m sorry but I thought you said he was in a meeting? Where is he exactly?” You question as you walk back to Izuku's assistant.

“I’m not allowed to disclose that information. He’s in a closed-door meeting which means no interactions. I’m sorry but I’m going to have to ask the two of you to leave and come back tomorrow when this all hopefully blows over.” Izuku’s assistant sighs as she tries to guide you and Mina out of the office for the second time.

“Wait, so I’m assuming this meeting is based on what’s going on downstairs going off what you just said. Where is it? We need to be at that meeting!” Mina demands again as she stops in her tracks.

“Like I told you two before, I'm not allowed to disclose that information. Now you need to leave.” Izuku’s assistant repeats.

“Fine, we'll leave. Sorry about this and thank you anyway. We’ll take that meeting for 8 am. Now come on Mina, let's get out of here.” You apologize as you take Mina’s hand and guide her out of the office and hear the door shut behind you

“Girl what? We can’t just give up like-” You cut Mina off by covering her mouth with your hand and dragging her down the hallway.

“We’re not giving up, girl. He has to be in one of the offices. We’ll just have to check all of them to find the one he is in.” You shrug as you look at Mina with indifference written all over your face.

“Oh my god, I think I’ve become a bad influence on you. I like it!” Mina laughs.

The search begins with the two of you knocking on practically every door on the floor and peeking inside till you see a green head of hair. So far the search has ended with a lot of “sorry wrong door.” Till finally the two of you had a breakthrough and came across a door where you heard a couple of other voices and what sounded like Izuku.

The two of you burst through the doors and are met with the green-haired man you were looking for.

“Oh- hey! What are you doing here?” Izuku jumps up from his seat to greet you.

“I’m here because of all of this,” You say as you look around the room and see two women and one man sitting around the table Izuku recently was sitting down at. “I’ve seen the news Izuku, about us and everything that’s going on and it needs to be put to a stop for the sake of you and me. I don’t want everyone in the entire world to get the wrong idea when we’re just…”

You pause for a moment. “Just friends that happened to bump into each other and have a friendly encounter.” You chuckle awkwardly as you try to make light of the situation and what happened.

“Right, just friends…” Izuku trails off as he looks down at you.

You look back up in Izuku's direction and realize it’s been a long while since you got a good look at him. You realize how much his features have matured over the years, but he still manages to keep his same boyish charm. You also notice how his haircut is fresh and faded at both sides and back leaving his signature emerald green curls neatly trimmed at the top. You turn your head to the side looking back at Mina to see what she thinks about the whole situation and she’s looking like a giddy high school girl trying to hide her excitement.

You looking back at Mina seem to snap Izuku out of whatever trance he was in and he begins to speak again.

“Um-,” Izuku clears his throat, “Right, like I was explaining to my PR team,” Izuku says as he introduces the other people in the room to you and Mina. “You and I are just good friends and all of the news and articles are blowing things way out of proportion.”

“Okay, great, so we’re all on the same page here. So, how do we get this issue resolved so I can go back to my regularly scheduled life?” You walk over to a seat around the table and sit, making yourself part of the meeting. Mina soon follows behind you and sits in the seat next to you seeming fully invested in what’s happening at the moment.

“As we were saying, the best way for the two of you to resolve this issue is for Deku to schedule a meeting with the press as soon as possible to address that this is all a misunderstanding. We’ve crafted a list of news articles and shows for you to contact in order to discuss these issues.” One of the women at the table states as she slides over a folder with the list of people they want Izuku to speak to.

“Review these tonight and tell us which ones you want us to contact by tomorrow morning so we can schedule your meetings with them.” The second lady demands as she continues with her next proposition. “We also need the two of you to keep in-person interactions to a minimum till everything calms down. If the two of you must see each other through, make sure it is in private where no one can see you.”

“Ok that all sounds easy enough. I honestly don’t even see Izuku that often. We really just happened to bump into each other. So, how long do you guys think this will take to all blow over?” You look around the table for an answer.

“Well miss that all depends on you as well. The last thing that needs to be done to sweep this whole thing under the rug is for you to stay out of the public eye as much as possible. So, this means disregarding your normal routines for about a month. Apart from going to work of course. Also if the press happens to catch up to you don’t answer any of their questions and get away from them as quickly as possible.” The man at the table explains.

“Okay, that all sounds very easy to do. I’ll just make sure to be more mindful when I go out in public. So, is that the end of the meeting?”

“Well yes, that’s all we have to say and that’s what we think the best course of action is for the two of you, but this only works if Mr. Deku agrees with this proposal.” The first lady that spoke states as she gathers her things.

“I think it’s the best course of action. I’ll talk to these publishers and you can set up meetings with them for me as early as possible tomorrow.” Izuku highlights the press companies he wants to speak with and hands the folder back to the second lady at the table.

After a few small exchanges between Izuku and his PR team, they leave the office. You stand up with Mina following suit and begin to leave the office as well. However, as you reach for the door you are suddenly stopped in your tracks.

“Wait, I was hoping I could get a minute to talk with you since I have you here,” Izuku interjects as he gets up from his seat once again.

“Listen Izuku, if you're going to apologize to me I promise it’s okay. This isn’t either one of our faults, it’s the press for being nosey and misinterpreting things.” You reassure Izuku as you turn around to face him.

“But it is my fault. If I hadn’t been so careless you wouldn’t even be in this mess. When I saw you at the grocery store I wasn’t even thinking, all of this could have been avoided if I had just been a little more careful.” Izuku sighs, stepping closer to you.

“I promise I will be fine, and like your PR team said this should all end soon! Then there should be nothing to worry about.” You look up at him and give him a soft smile.

“That’s the thing though; this will never fully calm down now that people know you are associated with me. I’m the number one hero and that comes with a lot of responsibilities and baggage.” Izuku pinches the bridge of his nose.

“Basically what I’m trying to say is I deal with a lot of bad people and I would hate for them to get the wrong idea about us and try to harm you in any way. I would never want you to be in any sort of danger, especially not from a stupid mistake I made.” Izuku brings his hands to rest on either side of your arms and looks down at you.

You look back up at Izuku without much to say. You never even began to think of things in the way he just described. Izuku is the number one hero, which means he has a lot of eyes on him constantly, even ones he may not want. You also begin to think how naive you had been about the whole situation, only thinking about yourself and not the other person involved as well.

Izuku was right, there was nothing little about this whole situation and it would never truly be over unless you literally disappeared. Maybe it was right to come here because it allowed you to look at the situation from a whole new perspective.

“Look, I understand what you are saying and I promise I will be extra careful when I go out on my own from now on. I’ll even go as far as to change you to my emergency contact.” Those words seem to put Izuku at ease a little as you watch his face change from worry to a soft smile.

“Okay, that does make me feel a bit better but don’t ever hesitate to call me if you feel like something is wrong. This is the least I can do for you after getting you into this mess.” Izuku agrees to your proposition as he slowly backs away from you and heads to the door to walk you and Mina out.

You, Mina, and Izuku walk out of the office, and you and Mina exchange goodbyes with Izuku. He offered to walk the two of you to the car but you declined, insisting that you and Mina had to sneak past the reception desk to get up here and the paparazzi would more than likely catch sight of him if he followed the two of you.

You and Mina arrive safely back to the car without encountering any lingering cameras or eyes and begin the journey back to your place.

“Oh girllll, he got it bad for you.” Mina slaps the steering wheel for emphasis. “Like did you see the way he was looking at you and when he held your arms?? Girl I was practically melting for you!” Mina fans her face, “And did you hear the part where he said ‘he never wanted to see you in danger’ he basically signed himself up to be your Superman.” Mina kept rambling on about how she was 110% sure that Izuku had the hots for you.

“Girl, if you don’t hurry up and snatch that man up before someone else comes along and does. He’s offering himself up to you on a damn silver platter.” Mina insists for what feels like the entire car ride back to your place as you sit in silence and listen to everything she rambles about.

Mina finally pulls up to your place and you thank her for everything as you get out of the car and walk to your door. Before you finally enter your home to get back to your cleaning you turn back to Mina and shout.

“You know you're really delusional!”

Extra Notes:

Let’s pretend I posted this on time! Also don’t mind the large spaces in between…idk why that’s there. But enjoy!!

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insideliascrazyhead · 1 year ago

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The chaos returns to Oya High

Summary:it´s been a year since the Oya High delinquents graduated and spread across S.w.o.r.d and after another fight at the container yard,Fujio decides to bring them all back together for the usual fun,revealing what our favorite delinquents have been up to in the last year.

Pairings:Cobra/Murayama,Fujio/Tsukasa,Todoroki/Shibaman/Tsuji, Amagai/Suzaki,Yasushi/Shidaken

Warnings:Typical Oya stuff,if I overlooked something feel free to tell me that

Authors Note:Enjoy<3

Fujio had the crazy idea after the last fight at the container yard that was involving each S.w.o.r.d.Party.It´s been nearly a year since they all graduated and spread around the city,growing up and creating a life for themselfes,so Fujio wants to throw a party to get them all together again.After seeing the newest Daruma babies go crazy at the last fight it became clear to him how he misses having the former Oya High delinquents together for the usual fun.They celebrate in the early friday afternoon, having a great time as music´s blasting out of the speakers.Nearly everybody and more suprise guest there.Cobra and Murayama returned from their international road trip and joined Fujio and Tsukasa who currently works in Cobra´s gas station,an idea from Murayama,in their usual seats.Fujio sees clearly how Cobra´s now more relaxed and his guard is down.Sannoh Rengokai´s leader changed a lot.

Tsukasa loving the idea of suprising Fujio,his now boyfriend,even contacted Suzaki,eternally grateful that the man saved Fujio back then,fighting Senomon.Knife wound long a scar,healed and fading but out of that sacrifice grew a friendship that teached Suzaki a lot of his own worth.They´re joined by Sachio,now teaching woman self defense courses and even Raoh,who´s normally working a lot as social worker for troubled youth,though managed to clear his schedule for Fujio´s party.Fujio who now is Oya High´s part time leader,trying to live up to the legendary Murayama.He´s working at Harsawa market,in honor for grandma Sada and living with his mother to make life easier for the woman,earning enough so she won´t need to work anymore.

Todoroki´s in his usual seat and even though he technically left Oya High a year ago after graduation,he´s nearly regularrily there,at least for a visit.The crazy part is no one has any idea what he does as a job,only that he´s now filthy rich.“Rich enough to buy Amagai.“Shibaman once explained. He´s seated with Odajima who´s a travel photographer and not necessarily home a lot.He´s regularily joined by Todoroki on his travels to fish though.Shidaken who now works in some shady cocktailbar downtown as barkeeper is seated with them,smoking a cigarette.They´re are speaking to Tsuji and Shibaman that now offically date Todoroki and share a apartment in Sannoh.Mashii who´s leaning back,relaxing,ironically became a loan shark.

Nakagoshi who´s now Dj at a nightclub and Nakaoka,a artist specialized on grafitti and air brushing are being entertained by Jamuo acting his delinquent trivia out dramatically.He´s now working on his on delinquent comics,that sell great with his dramatic flair and he and his girlfriend now got an offer to make the comic a theatre performance in the local theatre.Fujio and Tsukasa already swearing to be in the first row,cheering the loudest,who already watched the dress rehersal and loved it.Uknown to Jamuo,Yasushi sneaked into the theatre that night too,hiding in the last row.

That´s when a commontion downstairs get´s Cobra´s attentíon.A fight breaks out and there´s screaming and even flying furniture,topped by a set of crazy laughter among those fighting.When Murayama joins him near the edge,Cobra´s eyes land on a car that makes him roll his eyes and he groans.Those kinda pimped up,colorful cars are explaining everything Cobra´s gotta know.Daruma.

Now Daruma joins the party.Or at least the newest Daruma babies.“The party´s here you bastards,who wants to fight?!“Yasushi screams as he and Kiyoshi strutt in,cocky as usual.As great suprise followed by Binzo and Magoroku wearing Daruma´s coats.Murayama jumps excited.“Oi!Yasu-Kiyo are the new Daruma babies?!That´s crazy!I love that!I heard some legendary chaos stories about the newest Daruma guys,but nobody wanna tell me that it´s Fujio-kun´s lunatics that wreck havoc with Hyuga now?!“He exclaims dramatically,pointing accusingly towards where Fujio and Tsukasa are seated.

„You we´re on a international road trip.“Tsukasa reminds him with a roll of his eyes.„Rude,Sleepy Lion!That sounds like a crazy party!There are no parties without Oya´s king!“He pouts.„Fujio´s Oya´s new king,old man.“ Nakaoka snorts as Yasushi,Kiyoshi;Binzo and Magoroku throw themselfes onto the nearest couch.„Murayama?You literally joined Sannoh´s Hoodlum Squad yesterday.“Cobra now speaks up.„Yeah totally!Right!That was a great suprise!“He nodds seriously,nearly forgetting that.„You´re my husband,you total idiot.Wouldn´t it be kinda weird if you´re not joining Sannoh Rengokai?“Cobra questions and the other heads snap towards him.

„What?!Murachi!“Fujio screams histerically,eyes growing wide as he eagerly jumps up.Like a young Murayama Cobra thinks.„You´re married?!“Tsukasa and Todoroki choke out shocked,at the same time.„That´s so crazy!“Tsukasa shakes his head in total disbelieve.„Since when?How did that happen?How could that happen?“Todoroki stutters in denial of someone actually being crazy enough to marry Murayama.„You sure you wanna have that whole till death do us part thing with Murayama tho?“Yasushi raises his eyebrow as he turns towards Cobra instead who breaks out laughing.

„How would that idea come into your head anyways?“Shibaman asks.„We we´re in Vegas,a stop in the Route 66,and it was insanly spontanous!That one night after kicking each others ass,a tiny bit of liquor was involved too when Murayama had the idea.I thought,so what´s the worst that could happen,fuck it.Now we´re married.“Cobra explains easily.Ignoring the literally,that Odajima mumbles.„The great question tho is if he told his Sannoh buddies that.“Nakagoshi mentiones.Shibaman barks out a laugh.“Fuck yeah he did!Dan was so happy he nearly cried.“He snorts.„Yo,there where tears tho!“Tsuji points out,laughing.“How would you know that?“Todoroki asks,raising an eyebrow.„I work at Dan´s store.So fuck yeah I know everything.“

„Why did you two fight anyways?“Jamuo asks confused.„Entertainment!“ Fujio chuckles.What Cobra says next nearly makes Fujio choke to death on his soda.„He nearly whored me out!That´s why I kicked this punks ass.“Cobra groans and it´s deadly silent.At least until the new Daruma babies exchange a glare,before nearly scream with laughter.„Yo,you would get hella cash for that one tho!“Shidaken snorts.„Shidaken!“Odajima gasps fake dramatically,hitting him in the shoulder with the paw of his sweater.„Sorry?“Shidaken says confused,as if he´s wrong in that one.„He´s kinda hot.“He tries to at least defend himself.„Your boyfriend´s over here,you total tit!“Magoroku turns towards them.„So what,he ain´t wrong that man is hella fine.“Yasushi rolls his eyes.„Whore.“Shidaken teases and Yasushi barks out a laugh.„I´m a whore,not your whore.We established that one early enough.“Yasushi leans towards them over the backrest with a grin. They get easily distracted from their conversation from Murayama.

„Woah!I had no idea that would happen,so don´t be mean Cobra-chan!“Murayama whines dramatically,trying to defend own his actions.“Now that´s something you had no idea about,did ya?“Odajima snickers,leaning towards a shocked Shibaman and Tsuji.“What on earth did you think that cougar lady wanted to do with me when she gave you a wad of cash?Wanting to leave towards her Motel room with me you dumbass?!“Cobra venomoussly hisses at his husband who rolls his eyes.“I honestly didn´t think that far to be fair!“Murayama raises his hands in defeat.That day Fujio learned that Cobra has a legendary deathglare, especially for his husband.„Now look at this Cobra-chan!“He teases with a smirk as he points towards his ring.“Now I´m your dumbass!Forever!“He screams before breaking out into a manic laugh.„I will Rude Boy my ass of this roof Murayama I swear and I will take you with me!“Cobra threatens.„So many concussions just to go insane,kinda admirable.“Suzaki thinks.„So dramatic.“Binzo chuckles.„I love each and every second here.“Nakaoka snorts.„I knew that we´re gonna need that shit.“Tsuji leans towards Shibaman as they´re meanwhile eating popcorn.

„How about we break up that fight before it breaks up your marrige that early.“Tsukasa offers as peaceful solution.„Yeah,Sleepy Lion is right,don´t be so negative Cobra-chan!Vegas was fun tho!We even met Rocky´s guys that one night in that shady cocktailbar when you said we´re gonna get kidnapped and out kidneys will get stolen there!“Murayama points out and Cobra snorts at the reminder of that night.“What do the White Rascals do in Vegas?“Tsukasa asks and Jamuo eagerly jumps up.“Rocky-san kicked them out years ago!“He explains taking out his trivia notebook.„So what,delinquent trivia?“Tsukasa smirks knowing exactly what´s about to come.„Fuck yeah,you can bet your ass on it!“Fujio eagerly jumps. „Ain´t much to bet then.“Yasushi snorts.„Zip it!“Fujio squeaks to defend his boyfriend.Hinting towards Jamuo to continue.

“Aizawa,Bito,Enari and Shimura were four of Rocky´s loyalest White Rascals,that normally did his dirty work.One example wrecking Sannoh´s Itokan Diner after a missunderstanding with one of Sannoh´s members. When that missunderstanding had been cleared,Rocky even paid the damadge!Not long after fighting the Mighty Warriors on the old container yard tho,Rocky kicked them out after they had troubles,involving them wanting to start a punk band without even playing any kinda instuments!They did leave a position behind that Rocky filled with Heidi, Marco, Lassie and Cosette early on!Rumors say he named them after his favorite childhood chartoon!So Aizawa,Enari,Bito and Shimura dissapeared after being kicked out,at least until Doubt with the help of a prison gang challenged the White Rascals to fight!Bito and Shimura appeared in Nameless Street asking the Rude Boys to help out Rocky in a fight as they got their ass kicked!“Jamuo explains,eagerly jumping and dramatically gesturing along his story,for the great entertainment of the others.„That´s crazy!Why kick them out because of that?!“Nakagoshi gasps.„Nah,why would they come back to save Rocky´s ass is the greater question?!What?I´m petty like that,kick me out swallow some of your silver teeth!I ain´t gonna give a flying fuck on a rolling donut for that.“Yasushi argues.

„So what where they doing in America?!“Fujio asks eagerly.„They´re relativly famous now!Not like crazily,screaming teenage girls,fainting over them famous,but that crazy party all night,sex,drugs and rock n roll,groupies kinda famous and touring!They ain´t even bad!Insane but not bad!“Murayama explains.“That night when we partied was fun!“He grins.They had a lot of liquor that night and let´s just say Cobra get´s a headache just thinking about the nasty hangover afterwards.“Those crazy lunatics can drink like tanks.Hella impressive tho.“Cobra adds loving to think back on his honeymoon as one long party.“Yo,Cobra-chan!We should totally kick each others ass again today at Oya as honeymoon celebration!You kicked my ass here for the first time!Like when you threw me with your legs!That was crazy,hella impressive and kinda turned me on,not gonna lie.“Murayama jumps eagerly at that idea.„So romantic.“ Cobra chuckles.“I buy you flowers afterwards.And bandaids.“Murayama smiles.Fireworks light up in Fujio´s eyes.“Don´t even think about it Fujio.“Sachio shakes his head at him,knowing exactly what goes through Fujio´s head.“C´mon Saichiiii...“He pouts like a kicked puppy.“No fighting S.w.o.r.d. Leaders today.“Raoh clearifies and Fujio sighs defeaded.

„Yo Todoroki!So what?You and you´re fishing buddy,fishing husbands now?“Yasushi asks later on.“Hell nah“Shibaman growls.“He´s taken,you small fry!“Tsuji adds possesivly.„Who are you calling a small fry you bastard?!“Kiyoshi jumps towards Yasushi´s defence.“Great that some things never change huh?“Fujio nudges Tsukasa who just shakes his head,trying to hide his smirk.“What even happened to your ass?Some thugs attacked you with a tattoo gun?!“Shibaman snorts hinting towards the tattoos that cover Yasushi´s arms and neck now.„That´s what I earn my cash with you dick!“Yasushi growls.„The what on earth do I paint those pimp cars for?“Nakaoka pipes up,earning a lot of weird looks.„Daruma.“ Binzo and Magoroku shrugg at the same time.“That´s clear you dumbasses.“Nakaoka rolls his eyes.„Let´s call it supplementary income.“Yasushi explains.„You crazy bastards use them for their car races don´t you?“Todoroki asks.„Exactly.“Kiyoshi nodds.„Let me take a wild stab in the dark here.You steal those cars,don´t you Yasu-Kiyo?“Cobra groans.„Fuck yeah!“Kiyoshi exclaims happily.„Kiyoshi!“The other Daruma babies scream angrily.

„Shut your cake hole!“Yasushi screams,hitting Kiyoshi over the head as he jumps up,ready to fight.“Or what?!“Kiyoshi screams right into Yasushi´s face after jumping up too,facing him.„Or I will kick your ass Kiyoshi!“He screams louder inching closer as if he tries to be threatening,which would work on everyone but never Kiyoshi,who just smirks leaning closer towards him.„Now,what did you say to me when we tried taking over Oya High?Don´t fight when your stomach is like this.“He smirks sugary sweet before punching Yasushi in the gut,who doubles over groaning is pain,loosing all color in his face.Magoroku and Binzo share a grimacing look.Todoroki narrows his eyes as Yasushi looks like he´s gonna vomit.Kiyoshi is howling with laughter.

„Yasushi,you moron,is there any chance you´ve been stabbed recently?“ Todoroki asks pinching the bridge of his nose in annoyance already. Hearing that Fujio violently chokes on his soda as all eyes snap towards them.Yasushi meanwhile caught his breath again,at least enough to swear and insult Kiyoshi creativly,hitting him over the head again.“How often do you wanna bash his head in,instead of answering his question?!“ Murayama asks accusingly.“Until we match!“He growls trying to hit Kiyoshi again who dodges him with ease.Yasushi now takes more drastic messures as he kicks Kiyoshi in the balls who drops towards the ground,earning looks of pity from the other delinquents.„Your dominatrix would charge extra for that you sexually frustaded bastard!“He growls angrily as Raoh has enough of their bickering.With two easy steps he´s within easy reach to literally pick Yasushi up and place him next to Fujio,ignoring the death threats Yasushi grumbles.““That means I can beat the shit out of your stab wound you little rat?!“Kiyoshi asks teasingly.

“So he got stabbed!“Fujio yells jumping out of his seat and heading towards the Daruma babies to hit Kiyoshi over the head.“You´re not giving Kiyoshi brain damadge kid!And you steamed noodle head,leave his stab wound alone!“Cobra says loud and clear,ignoring the other chuckles.“Let´s call it even,now you both got stabbed for probably being total idiots,so leave each other alone.“Tsukasa adds for good mesure.„How bad was it?“Fujio asks.“Relax,it ain´t that bad Hanaoka.“Yasushi says leaning back in his seat not seeing Kiyoshi´s eyes twinkle with the idea of mayhem and sweet revenge.“Liar.“He sing songs.„I´m fucking not!“Yasushi groans.

“No,the knife didn´t hit a atery and you didn´t collapse in shock before the fight was nearly over.You nearly gave Hyuga a heart attack as you dropped like a dead rock!“Kiyoshi exclaims,voice laced with sarcasm.“Hyuga?Worried?That´s crazy!“Murayama states shocked.“He threatened the doctor to either fix Yasushi or he´ll staple the doctors nutsack to the surgery table with his equimpent.“Magoroku chuckles.“How do I as your fucking boyfriend have no idea that you nearly got slaughtered like a pig?!“Shidaken now asks instead.“Oh you wanna play too?Let´s fucking play.“Yasushi barks out a manic laugh.„You want a piece of me Nishikawa?“Shidaken threatens,getting eyed up and down by Yasushi.„Not gonna lie,only one.“He says with a shit eating grin.„You horny bastard.“ Shidaken chuckles as he shakes his head.„You know how normal couples wear matching necklaces or some shit?“Murayama leans towards his husband.„Yeah.Why?“Cobra asks hesitant,fearing the answer.„That´s their couple thing.Matching brain damadge caused by lead pipes!“He laughs and Cobra looks like he´s trying to solve a math problem.„I feel like I don´t tell Tetsu,Chiharu and Dan enough how much I love them,for being not nearly as crazy as Oya.“He nearly whispers towards himself,making a mental note to do that later.

„At least now lead pipes remind me of my crazy ass boyfriend.“Shidaken adds.„Random destruction makes you think of me?“Yasushi questions.„Yeah cause it´s beautiful.“Shidaken shruggs easily.“I´m sick of you love birds right now!“Kiyoshi snaps at them.“Your flirting is nauseauting,I swear I´m gonna vomit all over you.It will be disgusting.Romance is dead now,understood?“Kiyoshi grumbles.“Sexually frustraded bitch.“Shibaman laughs.“We need a distraction,please,my vomits coming up now to.That popcorn will otherwise make a reappearance.“Tsuji chukles.

„Oh!I got a great conversational idea!What´s wrong with you pullin me into that illegal shit you pisshead?!“Nakaoka growls angrily.Distraction means back to the important topic.His possible future in jail because of Yasushi´s criminal hobby´s for adrenaline and entertaining.Insane people like that,at least if you ask Nakaoka probably need to be locked away.„So what?Just tell the pigs you ain´t got any idea what happens with those cars!That´s easy!“Yasushi rolls his eyes.Cobra chuckles shaking his head.„I will explain you punks how that normally needs to go,cause I swear you´re gonna end up in jail or dead.You don´t need to tell anyone,especially not the cops,what illegal shit you´re doing!You gotta ask for a lawyer even if you´re broke as fuck they´re forced to get one.The one scenario where you WILL tell everything is when the paramedics ask what happened or what on earth you took.“He explains in a serious tone,that honestly sounds a lot like a threat.„Speaking from expirience Cobra-chan?“Murayama teases.„Not now Murayama.“Cobra grins.

„C´mon relax as if we´re all legally employed anyways.Murayama for example!Who would hire his crazy ass?!“Yasushi states.„A construction crew,specialized on demolishion.Try again.“ Murayama laughs.“Amagai´s former guard dog.Example 2.“His exclaims triumphantly,turning towards Suzaki.“Yo Suzaki!You dispose of dead bodies for a living now or what?“Yasushi asks.„No?“I could get easily rid of your´s tho...Is exactly what he won´t say,to keep the peace for Fujio´s sake.“So what are you doing then,anything illegal?Don´t dissapoint me I gotta prove my point towards the puberty pensioner!“He whines.„Sorry,I gotta disspoint you on that one.“Yasushi pleads with a whine.„I lead a company of Bodyguards for my boyfriend.Legally.“He explains and Yasushi groans.“You broke up Amagai and replaced him?“Tsukasa snorts,raising an eybrow only to get Fujio´s elbow in the rips.“No?“Suzaki looks at him like he´s the crazy one.Yeah,it´s not like Suzaki dates a total sociopath who´s probably gonna take the knife he nearly killed Fujio with,to carve his name onto Suzaki´s apps to prove ownership.“You could totally do better then that!“Odajima says.„Is he holding you hostage?“Sachio asks concerned.„Okay,don´t be mean guys.“Fujio sighs.“I love to be mean tho-“Tsuji fake whines. “Moving on!“Todoroki decides.

„You´re poking others with needles that´s legal too.“Jamou offers.„Where´s the adrenaline kick in that tho?“Yasushi whines miserably.„You ram needles through body parts or under the skin for thousand times!“Tsukasa argues.„You´re specializing on body modifications that normally involve a knife now.That´s adrenaline enough!I wouldn´t wanna learn that shit,that´s nasty!“Magoroku says dramatically.„You nearly fainted when he explained how he learned to split tongues.“Binzo reminds him with a barked out laugh.„Tongues are not supposed to be split man.“Magoroku whines turning green.„Where do you learn that shit anyways?“Odajima asks.„Hyuga has a buddy that specialized on bodymods.He teached me the normal shit like tattooing or piercing and saw some potential.“Yasushi shruggs.„There are sicker things you can do to your body,than stick needles through it?Oh hell nah!“Nakagoshi shakes his head.„Correction.Yasushi´s doing those sicker things and get´s cash for it.“Tsuji explains with a shit eating grin.“Not helping.“Sachio shakes his head.„You leave Oya and find a crazy guy wielding a scalpel and say fuck yeah let´s learn some sick shit?“Shibaman raises his eyebrow at him.“Exactly.I love that shit.“Nakagoshi turns towards him.

“Are you´re customers all dead now when you whip out scalpels now?!“He raises an eyebrow and easily dodges the soda can Yasushi throws at him.“No!Look at Suzaki!Exept his miserable taste in men,he´s peachy!“Yasushi defends poiting towards the former Senomon student. Suzaki internally reminds himself that Yasushi´s probably stabbed and it would be wrong to kick his ass right now.At least right now.Tsukasa nearly has a heart attack hearing that.His eyes nearly drop out of his head as he thinks he gave himself whiplash to stare at Suzaki.„Don´t you have any fears?!None?Not one fear hidden in that brain of yours?!“He squeaks,the thought of Yasushi going near him with a needle makes him desperate to Rude Boy himself of that roof.„Why would you let him near you with a needle?!“Raoh now asks too.“Oi!Or was that a result of a lost bet or even a crazy dare,involving a looot of liquor?Cause Cobra-chan got some interesting tattoos in palces too..“Murayama starts and get´s hit over the head by Cobra.“Murayama please for the love of everything holy,don´t!“He pleads and his husband barks out a laugh.„Even tho it physically hurts to admit it,he kinda knows what he´s doing with that needles.“Suzaki explains and Fujio laughs offering Tsukasa could get tattooed by him which earned him a death glare.„Oh drop dead.“He groans towards his boyfriend who gasps in fake hurt.„Low blow.“

That´s when they get interrupted by a scream.“Yo bitches,bros and nonbinary hoes!“Cobra won´t even need to turn towards the source.Hyuga.The Daruma babies the only ones not shocked by Hyugas entrance and scream out a greeting towards their leader.“Hyuga!That´s a great suprise!What are you doing here?!“Murayama happily exclaims.“No parties in my city without Daruma!“He shruggs getting seated,putting his legs on the makeshift table.„You´re represented by the newest Daruma babies tho.“Cobra argues.„Oh yeah but I wanna be extra sure cause I heard a tiny birdie tell me Cobra´s here with his husband and I wanted to know who hates themself that much,now I see it crystal clear.“He tells them amused.“You´re so annoying!“Cobra rolls his eyes.„You´re husband is just as annyoing,you know that right?“Hyuga snorts.„If you would give me orgasms like he does I would ignore your annoying habits too.“Cobra teases and Hyuga barks out a laugh.„So that´s why someone would marry Murayama!“Todoroki triumphantly exclaims.Reliefed to finally have found an answer to that nagging question.„Oh there´s the old Cobra!Now I can kick your ass for old times sake!“Hyuga smirks.„The last time we kicked each others ass you bit me bloody!Through my jacket!“ Cobra groans at the memory.That was painful.„Relax!That one nearly died from a stab wound not that long ago and even bleeding to death he was less dramatic then you!“Hyuga rolls his eyes hinting towards Yasushi.„I don´t wanna know what diseases you gave me throug that bite!“Cobra argues.„Don´t be so negative you drama queen!The old Cobra was into that kinky shit.Why aren´t you happy now that you´re married and all that domestic shit?“He winks with a shit eating grin.“Oi!Against popular opinion Cobra-chan can smile.He just does´t wanna!“Murayama defends his husband.“I´m emotionally dead inside.“Cobra says with a grin.

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