#HE'S PERFECT i want to protect him with my Arms so badly like please let me love you and protect you you cute bastard you

[kennarose1108]

Feyd Rautha x Reader "You're Perfect."

Summary: You and Feyd have an arranged marriage. He was cold and didn't talk to you often. But that was only because he didn't was to corrupt you. But he craved you. In his heart and in his arousal. And when you confront him one day he couldn't help but let out all his true feelings...

Warnings: p in v, blood kink, breeding kink, oral (f receiving)

You didn’t understand him. He always spoke to you cruelly but did things that showed he cared. Like getting rid of his concubines after he married you. Or not letting anyone harass or hurt you. He was protective of you, that was for sure. I mean, you were his wife after all, how could he not be protective of you?

But that doesn't mean he was going to be nice to you.

He tended to lash out at you often, especially if you touched him. There was a time he even shoved you back when you rested your hand on his arm. It was like he was disgusted by your touch...

But in reality, it was the complete opposite. God, he wanted you so bad. When you touched his arm he nearly lost control and took you right then and there. You make him go insane. He can't tell if it's lust or love but either way, he knows he wants you badly.

You, of course, didn't know this. You thought it was pure hatred and you didn't understand why.

So you decided to confront him.

He was preparing himself to battle in the arena and he was getting himself painted like he always did before a battle. But someone else entered the room... Someone he didn't expect.

You.

When you entered you looked over his body. He was toned and it was quite attractive to look at... But you swallowed your desire for him and waited for this to be done. When they finished painting him Feyd looked at you over his shoulder before waving his hand at the people around them, telling them he wanted them to go.

They quickly scurried off in an instant leaving you two alone. Feyd turned forward and looked away from you. "Why are you here, wife?" He says in his usual raspy voice. You slowly circled him, taking in his shirtless appearance. "I want to know why..." You say, finally stopping in front of him.

"Why what?" He says, not even looking at you. "Why you hate me." You say while crossing your arms over your chest. He rolls his eyes and makes a 'Are you kidding me' face. "I don't hate you. You're my wife." He says it like it is the most obvious thing in the galaxy. "Then why are you so cold to me? I mean... You seem revolted by my touch." I say. He clicks his tongue, "I don't have time for this." He says while turning away but you grab his arm which he quickly snaps out of your grip.

"See!" You say. He has his back turned to you. Your face grows sad and you sigh deeply. "Please just answer me..." You say in a low tone of voice while staring at him with sad eyes. He doesn't answer. He doesn't move.

You grow frustrated and you huff before saying, "Forget it..." You say while walking past him and trying to leave the room... But before you can he grabs you, one of his arms going around your shoulders and the other going around your waist. You let out a sharp gasp as his hot lips trailed up and down your neck.

"I ache for you..." He bites down on your neck, getting another sharp gasp to escape your lips. "I want you so bad I can hardly breathe..." He says while licking the wound clean, tasting your sweet blood.

"I can't get enough of you..." He whispers in your ear. He then spins you around and cups your face between his hands, his thumbs resting on your cheekbones, his face inches away from yours. Your breathing was heavy and your face was flushed. "Feyd..." You whisper, the sound sending shivers down his spine.

"I have restrained myself from you. I don't wish to corrupt you." He says, his thumbs rubbing your cheekbones gently. "You won't corrupt me Feyd..." You say in a whisper. He lets out a heavy breath before slamming his lips onto yours. His kiss wasn't gentle or loving... It was hungry and full of lust and desire. His kiss was rough and bruising but you liked it.

As he kissed you his teeth scraped along your bottom lip before he bit down until you bled. You let out a groan as he suckled your bottom lip and pulled back. "I want you. Now." He says before lifting you up so he can rest you on the floor. He crawls on top of you and kisses you once again. As he kissed you he licked the wound on your lip before pulling back so he could kiss your neck. He kissed your neck, your shoulders, then he went down to your collarbone.

He lifted up your dress and kneeled in front of you. Next thing you know you hear the sound of your panties being ripped off your body and thrown aside. You were aching for him too, he could see it. Especially since your core was practically dripping for him. He licked his lips and smirked at you. You blushed and pressed your knees together but he quickly growled and pushed your knees apart.

"No." He says in his raspy tone of voice. "Don't you dare." He hisses. In the blink of an eye, you felt pleasure soar through you as he buried his face deep into your core. "Oh god!" You cried out as he licked over your clit before diving his tongue deep inside you. His hands gripped your thighs and you were sure he'd leave bruises behind. Your back arched and you made fists into the skirt of your dress. You cried out his name and he growled in response which caused a shockwave of pleasure to vibrate through your body.

His nose pressed against your clit as his tongue dove in and out of you. You moaned and your legs shook as you felt the knot in your stomach about to come undone. You couldn't believe how skilled he was with his tongue... And you couldn't get enough.

You let out a cry of pleasure as you came undone around his tongue. When he milked all the pleasure out of you he pulled back with a grin on his face. Your face was flushed and your breathing was heavy. He crawled on top of you and got close to your face, "You're stunning." He says in a low tone of voice. "Especially when you're writhing in pleasure." He whispers. He then leaned down and kissed you. You could taste yourself on his lips and tongue which was arousing.

He knew it was your first time and that he was going to be your first. That turned him on but also worried him slightly. He didn't want you to be hurt, which is why he was so distant with you in the first place.

He pulled back. "I don't think I can be gentle with you." He says. "I don't want you to be gentle with me." God... That sentence drove him completely insane. He quickly pulled down his pants to show his erect cock. You gasped at his length and he smirked. He smashed his lips onto yours again and you felt his tip at your entrance.

You thought maybe he'd be slow at first... Especially since you can tell he was worried about hurting you but instead... He shoved himself fully inside of you, not giving you time to adjust to his length. You gasped loudly in his mouth and gripped his shoulders.

But he had some restraint to not pound you into the ground so he moved in and out of you at a decent pace. Your legs shook and moans and whimpers escaped your lips. "So fucking good..." He growled into your ear.

"You're taking me so well my dear..." He says. His words make your heart flutter and your stomach curl into knots. You let out a whimper and it drove him on further. He began to snap his hips against yours, his tip hitting that sweet spot inside of you. You moaned loudly and your nails dug into his back, drawing blood. He let out a groan then a laugh. You felt yourself getting closer and he could feel it as you grew tighter around him.

He gripped your hips and began pounding into you. You let out one last cry of pleasure before feeling that wave of pleasure course through your body again. But he didn't stop. He kept pounding into you which made whimpers and mewls escape your lips as you were so sensitive. He felt himself getting close and the thought of breeding you and you carrying his heir made him get closer and closer to the edge.

You knew he was getting close and you stared up at him with wide eyes. "Feyd..." You whisper and he knows what you are about to say. He stops for a moment. The thought of pregnancy scared you... But also intrigued you.

"It's okay..." He says. "I'll take care of you." He smirks. You nodded and he leaned down to bite your neck again before continuing to pound into you. It didn't take long before he came deep inside of you. You both laid there panting and heaving before he lets out a chuckle and leans down to kiss your shoulders, neck, and cheeks.

"You're perfect..." He hums.

"I'll never neglect you again." He says before placing a kiss on your lips.

I TAKE REQUESTS :)

[xxspringmelodyxx]

Hold on~

Satoru Gojo x F!Reader

Warnings: 18+, MDNI, oral (female receiving), fingering, nipple play/sucking, a bit of edging, pure fucking

“Ngh! Toru~” You moaned as you felt his tongue run along your swollen clit.

“Oh fuck, baby. You taste so sweet!” He said, swirling his tongue around the little nub between your folds.

Your back arched up into the air as he pressed a hand on your lower abdomen. His silver tongue worked masterfully on your little bundle of nerves, his fingers digging in and out of your soaking cunt.

Your fingers ran through his hair, tugging at little strands eliciting a soft moan from him.

��I can’t get enough of you. Everything about you is just…so fucking perfect. Perfect just for me. And only me~” He said as he continued his motions.

Your eyes rolled to the back of your head as his tongue flicked back and forth with such a vigorous speed. You had already cum on his tongue before and that was enough for you. But not for him. Not even close.

He was obsessed with you, maybe almost too much. But he didn’t care. You are his everything. You are his world and he will do everything to protect you and make you feel loved. This being one of those ways.

”Toru…p-please slow down~ I jus’ came~” You whined, trying to scoot away from him. He hummed, feeling you try to wriggle your way out of his grasp. In turn, he wrapped his arms around your legs and quite literally pulled you into his face, locking you in that position so that you couldn’t move away from him anymore.

It was selfish of him, he knew that. But he needed this so bad. He needed you so bad. Your taste was just too addicting…so delicious…so sweet. He didn’t think he’d ever stop if he could.

Just hearing your beautiful whines and moans set him off. He loved that he was the only one able to do this to you. He loved that you were only his and he was only yours.

“I’m sorry, baby. I’m so sorry…just bear with me okay?” He moaned, almost whimpering. He felt his cock pulse every minute that passed by. The situation you were both in rushed his blood right to his dick. He wanted to be inside of you; to feel your gummy, slick walls milking him completely dry. The thought of filling you up with his cum, seeing it slip out made him go feral. E

You couldn’t do anything but just take what he was giving to you. Tears were already beginning to prickle in your eyes, threatening to spill out any moment from the pleasure.

“”s too good, Toru~” You whined, feeling him push in another finger. He was knuckle-deep inside of you now, trying to reach any spot inside that was left untouched. He knew exactly how you liked it, and that’s what he was giving you. He knew where to pump, where to suck, where to lick, everything.

Just then, he rubbed against a spot inside of you that made your eyes widen, a rush of tingles and warmth ran up your whole body.

“I can feel you. Your pussy is clenching around my fingers, baby. You’re close to cumming again, huh?” He asked, his voice softening up into a whimper-like tone. You nodded, struggling to get any coherent words out of your mouth.

”Tell me how bad you want to cum. I need to hear your sweet innocent voice tell me.” He ordered, curling his fingers inside.

You closed your eyes, struggling to handle what he was doing to you.

”Come on baby~ Let me hear your sweet voice…” He said, going back to sucking and flicking your clit.

”Toru~Please let me cum! I need it so badly. Only you can do this to me! I need you to let me cum! Please, please, please!” You begged, feeling your high come closer and closer.

”Good girl…you’re such a good girl for me, you know that? And what do good girls get?” He asked before speeding his hand up, thrusting his skilled fingers in and out of you at an inhumane speed.

You tried to place your hands down towards his moving hand, but he sat up and grabbed both of your hands with his free one. He pushed them above your head, caging you underneath him.

”Just let it happen, baby~Let me make you cum your brains out~” He said in your ear, licking the outer shell. The room was filled with a mix of both yours and his moans, the lewd noises coming from your pussy and his fingers making it all the better.

”Cum…cum for me, pretty girl~” He said, placing open mouthed kisses along your neck.

”Toru…Toru…Toru!” You screamed as you felt the coil inside you break. A huge wave of pleasure surged throughout your body, your pussy clenching tightly around his fingers.

He didn’t stop moving though, he kept going, wanting to make you squirt. His fingers rammed in and out of you at the same speed, making you writhe underneath him.

“N-No, Toru! Stop or I’ll…I’ll-“

”I know.” He replied, his eyes clouded with pure lust and love for you. He pressed his thumb down on your clit, rubbing up and down, causing a clear liquid to come out of you. It was like a waterfall that landed all over the bed and on his hand. It was a beautiful sight to him. And It only made him want to do it all over again…and again…and again. Fuck, he wanted to make you pass out from it all, which he could easily do. It would be so easy too.

He played with the liquid on his hands, stretching his fingers out to see the clear, slimy residue coating his fingers. He placed them in his mouth, staring directly at you as he did.

“You are so delicious, my love~ I think you should have a taste~” He spoke before placing his lips on yours. He forced his tongue into your mouth and allowed you to taste yourself.

It was a different, yet pleasant taste.

“See how sweet you are? And all of that…just for me~”

As he said that, you lifted your knee up, brushing it right against his cock, making him hiss out in pleasure.

”Oh fuck…I’m so sensitive…” He said, looking down at his clothed crotch. He looked into your eyes, caressing your face with his hand.

”Let me fuck you, y/n. Please. I can’t wait any longer.” He said, making your heart flutter. You nodded, rubbing your legs together in anticipation.

WIthin a flash, Toru removed the remaining clothes on his body, letting his cock spring up to his stomach. You looked at it and saw how red his tip was, precum slowly leaking out. Poor baby. He was holding back for so long…it was only right for you to help him out now.

Before he could crawl back on top of you, you took the initiative and laid him down, sitting on his lap.

“Baby, what are-“

”Shhh. Let me make you feel good now.” You spoke softly to him, running your hands through his hair again,

You quickly aligned your pussy with his cock, slowly going down on him. It had been a while since you two had done this, so you had to get used to him all over again.

You hissed in pain, struggling to take him in, but you knew you could do it.

Toru saw the struggle and ran his fingers up your skin, moving his face towards your breasts. His tongue flicked across one of your nipples, causing your breath to hitch.

His hand ran up to your other breast, flicking his finger over and around your nipple.

It distracted you from the pain, allowing you to sink all the way onto him. He moaned onto your nipple as he felt how tight you were. Even after all of that, you were still squeezing hard on him…and he loved it.

You began to move up, quickly falling down on him, sending a wonderful sensation to pass through both of your bodies.

Toru, squeezed your breast harder, pinching your nipple.

“Ah~T-Toru…”You whimpered. He smirked as he continued to abuse your poor breasts, leaving bruises around and on them.

Your speed slowly increased as your pussy got used to his size. You could feel everything and it was pure bliss.

”Fuck, you feel so good, baby girl~ So fucking good~” He moaned, grabbing both of your breasts and placing both of your nipples in his mouth. He licked and sucked hard, causing your head to fall back.

You ran your hands to his neck, pushing him further into your chest.

He placed his hands on your hips, forcing you to move at a faster pace. He bucked his hips up as well, trying to get deeper inside of you.

After a few minutes of just plain fucking, you both felt your climaxes coming.

But Toru didn’t want to cum yet. He wanted to drag this out for as long as he could handle.

Just as he was about to cum, he unlatched his mouth from your sore nipples, forcing you off of his dick. He groaned into your neck, biting it to help suppress this climax.

”T-Toru…why did you stop?” You asked, completely breathless. He looked up at you and smirked, slamming you on the bed.

”I don’t wanna cum just yet, baby~ I want to make this moment last for a long time. And I’m willing to do anything to make that happen. Even if it means I have to stop for a moment.” He said, kissing your lips once again.

“Besides…I wanted to be the one on top of you now. While it was nice seeing you bounce up and down on my cock…I love seeing you squirm underneath me instead. I love to see you struggle taking me in. But most of all, I love seeing your beautiful blissed out face from all the pleasure I’m giving you~” He said, kissing up and down your neck.

He slowly pushed his dick back inside your walls, feeling you pulse around him once more. His tongue licked a long strand up your neck, tracing its way up your jawline and to the corners of your mouth.

He dipped his tongue in your mouth once more, allowing you two to mix your saliva once more.

”So just enjoy the moment baby…and try not to pass out, okay?”

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I hope you all enjoyed! If you’d like to request something, please feel free to ask!

[iamatinydinosaur]

Sorry if my English is bad :'DCan I request a platonic story between the reader and BroZone? Where instead of being Branch the younger brother is a reader.The separation of the band everything happens like in the movie, the difference is that not only do they leave the baby Branch, they also leave the reader who was barely an egg and all these 20 years did not know that he had more brothers. It would be interesting to see how his relationship with his siblings would develop and what he thinks about the situation. (taking into account that the reader practically witnessed Branch's gray phase and that he took care of the reader only because of the grandmother's death)

A/N: btw your name was already chosen before you hatched

Background

It was the day of Gristle and Bridget's wedding. Branch was looking through Grandma's old stuff. Including all the old Brozone records. He smiled sadly he wish he told Y/N about their other brothers. "Branch!" Branch jumped and put the record down, turning round. "He Y/N!" Branch exclaimed as his younger sibling ran in. "What are you hiding?" Y/N asked trying to peek behind their brother's back. Branch sighed. "I'll show you after the wedding. Let's go." He said driverting Y/N's attention out the pod.

Timeskip

"Baby Branch!" John Dory ran forward fussing over his younger brother. Y/N looked confused. It wasn't until Poppy confronted JD when Y/N's world changed. "Hi I'm Branch's brother." John Dory said. "No Branch only has one sibling and that's Y/N." Poppy stated pointing at Y/N before crossing her arms. John froze. "Y/N?" John asked walking towards them. Y/N stepped back, your eyes watering as you realized what was going on. John touched their face. "Please don't touch me." Y/N pushed John away and ran towards Branch. "I have another brother?!" They screamed at him. Branch heart started to break little by little. "Let me explai-" "I hate you! How could you keep this from me!" Y/N shouted.

When John was explaining everything Y/N wasn't really paying attention. They have 4 more brothers!? That's all they could think about. It wasn't until John walked over that they snapped out of it. "Why don't you come with us? Meet the others?"

End of background

💠John Dory💠

You and John really bonded over the trip. John told you about his adventures while hiking all over the kingdom. You kinda looked up to him. However, when his perfectionist side came out when practicing the perfect harmony. You called him out on it after the argument, saying how disappointed you were in him. That really struck him hard. He just met you, he didn't want you to think badly of him.

After everything at Mount Rageous John made it his mission to change your opinion of him, even though it already did. He let you pick hikes to go on. He was really protective of you. Even if you scraped you knee slight, he went into over protective brother mode. He let you show him things that you liked, even if he hated doing them. He wanted a good relationship with you, and did everything in his power to make that happen. You two had a really loving relationship.

🪻Bruce🪻

When Bruce met you he treated you like his own child. Which you told him it was weird and told him to treat you like his other brothers. You loved that. Brandi loved you too. She gushed over you, pinching your cheeks. She said out of you, Branch and JD you were the cutest. You loved her two.

After everything you would go over to Vacay Island and Bruce would teach you everything he knew. From running the resort to his charming ways. You love helping at the resort. A lot of customers loved you and demanded you come back more often. When it came to the "ways of the charm" you found it so funny. You learnt it to tease Bruce and pretend to be like him when you were with your brothers. He got so embarrassed while his other brothers nearly wet themselves. He couldn't be mad at you though. He loved you so much. You two had a partners in crime relationship.

🍀Clay🍀

When Clay met you he acted with you like he did with Branch but bigger. He hugged you first, ruffled your hair, spun you around and squished you face so hard saying "I have the cutest sibling ever!!!" You giggled the entire time. You easily became Clay's favourite person.

After everything you and Clay became really close. You joined his sad book club. Clay found it really cute because you would cry your eyes out. He would join in on the things you love with John, however he loved it. When he found out you loved to bake he would join you. He would ask you to write down what you have baked before, then he would mark the ones he wanted to learn. You two had such a wholesome relationship.

🪷Floyd🪷

You two were properly introduced after he woke up after the battle. He hugged you so tightly. Slightly crying, since he was the one who was most looking forward to you hatching.

You and Floyd instantly loved each other. You two joined Clay's sad book club together. You two would often cry together. You had so much in common. He joint Clay in you teaching them to bake. He would teach you guitar. Once you got good you two would perform together a lot. After everything that happened to him, he would have trouble sleeping. He would often come to your room in the bunker and sleep next to you as he found you really comforting. You two were the closest. You two had a wholesome and loving relationship.

🐾Branch🐾

After Branch having a go at his brothers. You finally understood why he didn't tell you. It hurt him too much to talk about them. You ran after him after having a go at your brothers. As you got closer you noticed him and Poppy hugging. You waited until Branch noticed. You started crying and threw yourself into his arms. "I'm sorry! I didn't think about how you were feeling!" You cried. Branch smiled hugging you tightly. "I also did it for you, I didnt want you to know. I didn't want you to wonder why they didn't come back to meet you. I knew you would question if they wanted you in their lives." He whispered.

After everything Branch told you everything about the band. Showed you all their songs and iconic eras. He asked his brothers that for the reunion if they should surprise you and offer you a place in the band. You cried when Branch asked you and immediately said yes. You were a hit with fans. You got given the name "the ray of sunshine". This is because whenever you were on stage everyone loved you and you instantly made people happy.

A/N: omg I loved this idea. Thank you for requesting. I hope you liked it

[jjkeremika]

Heyy how are you? i hope you are doing fine <3 can you write sick zeke headcanons plss? or maybe sick hc for all the aot boys but including him plss? thx i love how you write them

hi friend<3 sorry for the delay. been thinking on this on A LOT because i feel like zeke acts differently depending on how sick he is.

also features of reiner, eren, jean, and armin

zeke jaeger

• if it’s a little cold, a couple sniffles and a sore throat, zeke is convincing you that he’s perfectly healthy. totally immune.

• was that a cough? nope. just clearing his throat so you can hear him talk about how healthy he is with perfect vocals.

• does his voice sound a little scratchy? he thought you might like a change in tone, something a little hoarser, a little raspier. so he’s “practicing” speaking differently. like the talented, thoughtful man he strives to be.

• was that a sneeze? no. never sneezed before in his life. maybe you’re not feeling well and are hallucinating. do you want him to fetch you some tea? maybe a cold towel for your forehead?

• sick?! hah! as if. sick of you asking how he’s feeling, maybe. but seriously. nothing to worry your pretty little head over. he’s perfectly fine.

• "yn, honey, honestly, stop asking. I'm really okay. I can do the same fifty push-ups today that I could do yesterday. Need me to prove it? Get on the floor. I'll do it over you~"

• but then when he’s really, really sick—like, can’t hide it anymore sick, bedridden with a fever sick—he’s obsessed with your attention. constantly calling for you to feel his forehead, because he’s so warm and the back of your hand and your so soft lips are oh-so cool and soothing

• could you be a darling and maybe fetch him some tea? please let it cool first, though. his throat is on fire and he feels like he's dying. he needs something cold to quell the heat burning up his insides

• he’s got his arms weakly wrapped around you because he just can’t muster the strength to keep you from pulling away. but he wants you to stay so so badly. he’s burning hot and he wants you to stay and be his snuggle buddy, his comfy weighted blanket

reiner

• total weenie (affectionate)

• 100% makes his condition out to be worse because he loves you doting on him.

• “baby, i think i have the flu,” he’ll complain with a light cough. he preens as you touch the back of your hand to his forehead. any touch from you is enough to lift his feverish heat. “hm,” you’ll hum sweetly, “no fever, reiner.” reiner will cross his arms in a huff, disagreeing with your verdict. “that’s just cause your hands cold!”

• “will you please make me some soup? i’m so hungry. my stomach is eating itself.” “no it’s not, reiner.” “you can’t prove that! with the flu, anything’s possible.” “you don’t have the flu, rei.”

• "babe, can you pass me the tv remote? i'd do it myself but im oh-so weak, and my usually strong, healthy muscles are suffering from this body cold..."

armin

• does this man even get sick? someone coughs near him and he’s pulling a mask out of his bag, protecting himself and you from any rogue pathogens from entering his body. he washes his hands like crazy, dresses for every weather change so that his internal temperature never deviates. his immune system is as strong as boulders.

• but when he does get sick, he's so incredibly nervous about infecting you, he needs to keep his distance. fights his body to keep you away.

• he so desperately wants to be close to you, but he's too conscious about infections and spread. and he's too loving to be the reason you get sick. you need to stay beautiful and happy and healthy. not coughing and sniffling because of a cold.

jean

• plays video games the whole time when you’re not around. tries to be near you when you are. he’s sick? well, uhh, can he still kiss your cheek? can he still sit next to you? will you hand him that nice cozy blanket? will you cuddle him under that nice cozy blanket?

• still adamant about how he can take care of himself, wants to reassure you that despite his illness he still is capable of looking out for himself and grabbing drinks/food/blankets for himself.

• but, well, let's be realistic. he'd do the same for you, so he just wants some love like that too.

• he's also convinced your touch and your love is healing. a couple kisses on the cheeks later and he's already feeling better.

• oh, but not too much better. because then he won't get as many kisses. and he looooves your kisses.

eren

• it must run in the family. sick but doesn’t care, acts like he’s perfectly healthy and normal anyway. continues to go about his day, doesn't really care about who he's infecting. doesn't really think about other people to be honest.

• when he’s really sick though, he uses it as a bartering chip. “i can’t go to your event tonight, baby, im too sick. i need to stay home and rest up to get better like you said.”

• “can you make me some soup please? i would get up to do it myself but im just soooo sick.”

• “will you turn the tv on for me love? my body feels so cold and weak.”

• argumentative if you say no and argue against it. but gives you the sweetest, most innocent smile every time you give in and do anything for him in this state.

[hauntedfoxhut]

Earth42!Miles Morales x F!reader

Warnings: discussion, blood, anxiety, stress

Fluff, a bit of angst but fluff

Spoilers ahead (spider man across the spider verse)!!

You’re the spider woman of the reality E42, but your boyfriend is your worst enemy, The Prowler

Miles/Prowler POV!

My day started so perfect but now here I am, on the floor, my nose is bleeding, I can feel bruises around my chest, looking straight to her “eyes”, that spider women, I hate her, people call her spider cherry because of her smell and her dark red clothes…. She’s hypnotizing, the way she moves, I can badly defend myself.

- You will never win this fight! I’m the hero and you’re the villain, can’t you understand? Why do you keep trying so hard??!

Her voice, so familiar, my heart jumped a beat, I looked scared, behind that mask I hold my tears… my enemy… no… It can’t be.

I decide to run away, go back home fast as possible, I wore a coat to hide my Prowler suit, and the rest like the claws and the boots I hide it under the bed, and called her… Y/N… I need to talk to her

Y/N POV

After that strange battle against the prowler I felt weird, like something wasn’t right, when I arrived my bedroom my phone started to ring, the name on the screen *Papi 💍❤️*, but it’s 3am, why he’s awake?

I answer the call -Hii Babe what’s wrong?

- nothing serious mami I just… wanted to talk to you, can you come over?

- Sure, I’ll get there in 20 minutes, let me just pack a couple of clothes

- Ok Honey… see ya

- Byee babe

After packing a couple of comfortable clothes I run to Miles apartment, was dark, i knocked at his bedroom door, *get in*, I entered, his room was clean and very organized, probably Rio cleaned his room today, I can clearly smell his perfume, he was sitting on his window, looking dead in my eyes, even looking like he wanted to read my soul.

- So… are you going to tell me the truth?

- the truth? What are you talking about?

- you’re the spider women, aren’t you ?

I looked a him in disbelief, how? Since when?... years of hiding from your parents, your grandparents, your friends but now, he knows.

- Go on and explain to me when you had this stupid idea? Just because I spend a lot of time out?

- Take of your sweater, show me your arms, now!

If I show him my arms he’ll see the bruises from the last fight, I can’t handle that, the pressure filled my eyes with tears, I started to shake… Why is he doing this to me?

- Miles, please, understand, give time to explain…

- GO ON Y/N EXPLAIN THEN!! I’ve been giving you a lot of time… I gave you so much time that I don't even recognize you anymore

His voice, is shaking, he’s almost crying, all I can do is holding him in my arms very tightly, but I’m the one who’s crying now, that guilty is making my heart get even more heavy, that’s all my fault.

- Miles, don’t cry honey, please

- Y/N… please, don’t hide it from me, I want to take care of you, after my father’s death I have the duty to protect them, and you my dear, I can’t live without you…

I look up and I see him, his face, so beautiful but now he’s trying too hard to don’t cry, even his mouth is shaking holding the sobs, he hold my face with both of his hands, drying my tears with the thumbs.

- Bae… look in my eyes, I love you and that’s why I want you safe, promise to me that you’ll be careful, Please!

- I will, I promise

He leave the hug and close the window, the curtains too, the room gets darker, just a fine line of light coming from the door, suddenly, his clothes started to glow, that purple light….

- No… It can’t be…. You’re…

- Im the Prowler… I’m sorry but I can’t hide it anymore… I was planning to tell you, but I needed to know about you first

He takes off his jacket, that suit in black with metal pieces reflecting the purple neon, he looked down feeling shame, he kneeled on the floor, and then he hold your hand, very tightly

- Now… I know you’re confused and very mad at me, but understand, I had to do it, I need to protect you from this city, I wasn’t there to protect my father, but I am here and I can protect you my love.

I kneel to slowly pull his head up so he can look into my eyes, my eyes are soft and transmitting a comfortable look, I chuckle and place a kiss on his forehead.

- Babe, we can do this together, protecting each other and the others, and please forgive me for kicking your belly, I’m so sorry honey… And also, don’t cut my suit with that claws again, please

He smirk and place a cute kiss on my cheek, he hold me in his arms again placing his head on my shoulder smelling my floral perfume.

- let’s just hug and watch a movie, that’s the only thing I need by now, you, a blanket, a lot o pillows and cuddles. Please.

- Whatever you want honey, let’s take off these suits, by the way let me borrow your shirt again, I love your perfume, and they are comfy

He just open his wardrobe taking a huge shirt with a prowler graffiti drawn on it, but there was a bow on the shirt, like a gift

- I was planning to give you this, when I finally got brave enough to tell you all of this, so… did you liked it?

Your eyes just glowed, that neon painting looks amazing and smell like him, it’s a cotton shirt with a cute pink bow

- I loved it!!! That’s so amazing Miles!

- I am glad you liked it… ugh…

- What happened??

Miles fall on the floor holding his heart, her face shows a pain semblance, and you look scared to him.

- I am dying…. From cuteness, hahahahah

He start to laugh and your scared face turns into a grumpy stare, you felt worried but now all you want to do is slap him.

- Next time I’ll let you agonizing on the floor

He quickly get up and grab you, holding your body in the bride style.

{TIME SKIP}

Now it’s 05:30

Im lying on the couch with Miles on me holding my body while he sleeps, he feel asleep hours ago hearing my heartbeat, he’s snoring a bit, his mouth a bit opened, looks like a child sleeping, I start to skretch his hair trying to don’t undo his braids, I braided his hair almost 5 days ago and it looks untouched, he’s being very careful with my hard work.

Everything would be so more simple if we weren’t who we are, him being the Prowler and my boyfriend, me being the spider woman dating one of the most dangerous villains in New York, I wish we could spend all day like this, just sharing love… I love this boy… I can’t let anyone hurt him anymore, that’s a promise.

I receive a message from Ganke Lee, he’s my right hand, he send me a message about the prowler, I just ignored, I’ll keep the city a bit more safer keeping the “prowler” in my arms, I answered the message

Y/N

Don’t worry Ganke, I have everything under control 😉👌

I told the truth in the message he just don’t know how I’m handling it.

And I just went back to sleep with my lovely boy who has all my heart and devotion❤️

[madlittlecriminal]

I do not know if you still accept requests, but I would like a fanfic about Peter B with glasses so badly, please, he could be like a nerd or something 🤭

(It would be awesome If It could be NSFW with Fem Reader, and praise kink or just cute, soft sex, please)

Anyways, thanks for reading☺️

🌸

Behind Closed Dorms ↬ Nerd!Peter B. Parker × Kind!Popular!Fem!Reader [a.u]

i wanted to do something different because i read a lot of fics that had to do with reader being the mean popular girl. nothing against them since i do indulge in reading them sometimes, but i wanted a different fic, especially since the request asked for soft sex & praise.

Warnings: smut, praise, soft sex/love making, they are both in college, he's a bit possessive so sue me, mention of cockwarming, the glasses stay on, protected p in v.

im just putting a disclaimer here. i do wear glasses, but for the sake of glasses not being universal as either some people don't wear them or they use contacts, so to my fellow glasses wearers, I apologize.

happy new year!

If Peter was being honest, he hated parties, but he only came to this one because it was your friend's birthday and you asked him to come with you. He didn't mind it, but now he was curious as to why you kept his hand on your waist. "You okay?" He whispered in your ear, earning a nod. Did he believe it? No. You were never this needy if he was being honest, but he let it go. However, when he looked up, he saw your ex and quickly put the pieces together.

Just because he was a nerd, didn't mean he was shy. He adjusted his glasses before pulling you on his lap and wrapping both arm around your waist. You let out a soft gasp before turning your head and he chuckled before placing a kiss on your shoulder.

"Just because he's here, doesn't mean I'll shy away from showing him how happy you are." He whispers against your shoulder, causing you to smile and peck his temple. He smiled back at you.

"I hope I'm not hurting you."

He gave you a playful glare. "You've sat on my face before, and I didn't complain. I'm still not complaining. You. Are not. Heavy. Got it?"

You felt your cheeks grow warm at his words before nodding. "Got it."

The party dragged on with you talking to a few of the cheerleaders, the study group you're in and to a few jocks. Neither you nor Peter cared, but now Peter was regretting putting you on his lap. The skirt you were wearing was flowy and he hated that he was now thinking of you cockwarming him. He shook his head and cleared his throat. You turned around and raised a brow.

"Everything okay?" Peter looks up at you and you saw the brown in his eyes grow darker and his pupils dilate. You quickly got up and took his hand before rushing out of the frat house that your friend's party was held at.

"Wait, angel, where are we going?"

"Your dorm or mine?"

Peter's face flushed red before smirking. "Mine. My roommate is visiting family for the weekend."

You both headed to his dorm before you pulled him into a kiss. He rested his hands on your hips and kissed you back. The kiss wasn't aggressive nor was it filled with hunger, but rather, it was soft and sensual. He led you to his bed, letting you fall back without breaking the kiss and his hands staying on your hips. "I love you, you know that?" He whispered against your lips.

"I love you too," you whisper back, your hands tugging on the hem his graphic t-shirt as his hands trailed under your blouse.

"Wanna take off my shirt, baby?" He asked softly and you nodded. He pecked your lips once more before you took off his shirt, but being careful not to let his glasses fly off his face.

It happened before when you both were desperate. It didn't ruin the moment, but you both took notes to not be too aggressive with clothing removal after that.

He took off your blouse afterward before letting his lips trail down from your neck to your shoulders. "So beautiful. So perfect and I'm so glad you're mine." You felt your cheeks warm up at his words before running your fingers down his back.

"And I'm glad you're mine." Your lips met his once again as he reached behind you and removed your bra with ease. His lips went down to your breasts before kissing each of them softly. His hands go down your sides before his hands reach the waistband of your skirt. He pulls it down with ease before going down and kissing your clothed cunt. You bite your bottom lip as you moan softly, your fingers quickly tangling into his hair.

He chuckles before taking your panties off. He then trails kisses from your belly button up until he reaches your neck. Your hands go down to the button of his jeans before undoing it and pulling them down along with his boxers. He reaches over to his bedside table before pulling out the foil packet you were too familiar with and opening it. He slid it on his cock before planting a kiss on your lips. Peter slowly entered you, making you moan.

His thrusts were slow, but they still made you feel good. If you were being honest, it was most likely because it was Peter and sex with him, no matter the form, was always good, if anything, the best you've ever had. "Pete," you moan softly as you wrap your arms around his neck before your lips met his. The kiss was slow, sensual and filled with love. Peter didn't stop his thrusts, continuing the slow and passionate pace. He broke the kiss briefly, his glasses slightly smudged and fogged up, but he didn't care.

"You're so beautiful, my love." He whispered almost breathlessly against your lips. You ran your fingers through his hair and bit your bottom lip. "You always feel so good. I'll never get tired of you and this pussy of yours." You felt your cheeks warm up at his words before you wrap your legs around his hips with a moan.

Peter groans and takes one of your hands before interlocking his fingers with yours. You squeeze his hand softly and he smiles softly, but his hips never faulter from their slow and sensual pace. "You look so pretty like this, my love."

"Do I?"

"You do. So pretty. All mine."

You nodded with a moan. "All yours, Peter." His lips met yours once again while his free hand trails down to your clit. Another moan you let out was swallowed by his kiss as his finger began circling around your clit with the same pace as his thrusts. Your legs tightened around him, his cock going deeper inside you as his finger never left your clit. You broke the kiss and threw your head back at you felt how deep he was now. "Oh my god, Peter!" You moan out as his lips connected to your neck.

"I'm right here, baby. Don't worry." His words brushed against your neck causing your eyes to roll back and cum. Shortly after, Peter finished into the condom. He rested his forehead against yours as you both caught your breaths. When his eyes met yours, you both couldn't help but let out a breathy chuckle. "You did so well, baby. I love you."

"I love you too."

[ironstrange1991]

All Yours

+18 Smut

Pairing: Doctor!Strange x Fem!Reader

Synopsis: You decide to give Stephen a special present: a part of you he always wanted.

Word Count: 5,7k

Warnings: Protected anal sex (it is reader's first time so there'll be descriptions of discomfort and pain - not much); Fingering, masturbation (with male receiving), oral sex (both receiving), cum eating, squirting; Daddy kink.

A/N: I've waited so long for someone to write this trope with Stephen, but I found that most people don't feel comfortable writing about anal sex, so - since I wanted to read a fic about it so badly - I decided to write it myself and I am very pleased with the result. I hope you like it and happy reading. Oh, don't forget to leave your comments, I'd love to read them all.

You were waiting for Stephen anxiously. There was a feeling of euphoria in the pit of your stomach and a determination to conquer your fear and finally give him what he wanted so badly. You had put on a new set of lingerie that you bought for that night specifically. Blue. Perfectly matching the color of his robes and a red silk night gown matching his cloak. You knew Stephen was going to love it, but looking in the mirror you could see all your determination slipping away in all that self-consciousness.

You were approaching the stairs when you heard the squeak of a portal opening and the clatter of boots on the polished wooden floor. You stopped at the top of the stairs and took a deep breath and then walked slowly down the stairs.

Still, you finished getting ready and applied some of your perfume, Stephen's favorite, released your hair that was carefully curled with bobby pins and let it fall in perfect waves. On the lips you applied only a thin layer of gloss.

You smiled, taking one last look in the mirror, nodded to yourself and got up, leaving the room. The Sanctum was empty and would remain empty all night. No one to get in the way of your plans.

When Stephen first glanced at you his mouth fell open in utter surprise but no words came out. You stopped at the foot of the stairs and smiled trying to hide how unsure you were about that. Your face was hot and you knew it was red.

"So..." You pressed him.

Stephen swallowed thickly, "You look... devilishly beautiful."

You couldn't help but let out a little giggle at his choice of words.

He reached out and touched your face, but his fingers moved down to one of your breasts, touching it lightly over the silk.

"So that was the surprise." He smirked, loosening the lace of your night gown to get a better look at what was underneath.

"Well, there's one more thing. One more present for you."

He grinned "It's my birthday today and I'm not remembering?" He cupped your face and pulled you to his lips, kissing you softly.

"Well, no, but I don't need special dates to get gifts for you, do I?"

He nodded cupping one of your breasts and reaching down to lightly nip the other. You bit your bottom lip. Something rising and growing inside you beyond all that insecurity.

"Well, if my present is you, sweetheart, allow me to carry you to my room where I can unwrap you properly."

He wrapped his arms around your back and thighs and picked you up bride style, which made you giggle.

He carried you into the bedroom and kicked the door closed behind him and walked across the room until he reached the bed and placed you on it.

You knelt on the mattress and he waved his hand and Cloaky flew off his shoulders into the bathroom and stayed there.

Stephen touched your face with the back of his had, then touched your night gown, pulling it gently, letting the red silk slip over your shoulders. The blue bra you wore was made of transparent fabric that left your nipples on display. He touched over the fabric and exhaled heavily. "You're so beautiful, Y/n."

You felt your heart jumping in your chest. No matter how many times you had heard those words, it was always special when Stephen praised you.

He pulled the bra down and grabbed one of your nipples in between his teeth and sucked it voraciously, then adjusted the bra in place and did the same thing with the other. His lips moved down your stomach and onto your belly and you felt your skin prickling with the rough contact of his goatee on your sensitive skin.

"Stephen..."

He turned his lips back to your breasts, biting lightly through the fabric of your bra, moved up to your collarbone and then to your neck where he found a spot and began to suck and bite. You knew he was marking you, Stephen loved doing that.

"Stephen, look at me, let me talk before I lose courage."

He placed a quick kiss on your lips and waited for what you had to say. His look showed a little concern at the anxious tone of your voice.

"I told you I had one more gift to give you..."

He nodded, still not having the slightest idea what you were talking about. That was clear in his eyes.

"It's me. Well, a part of me you've always wanted..."

You could see the realization in his eyes and his mouth fell open in utter surprise.

"That is, of course, if you still want it." You said feeling totally insecure about it all. You were no prude. You had a few men before Stephen, and with Stephen you were quite daring in bed, but there was one thing you were totally inexperienced at and you always thought it would stay that way, but knowing how much Stephen wanted it, well let's say your love for him conquered fear. Too bad  it wasn't able to overcome insecurity and shame as well. Just thinking about it all had you blushing. You could feel your face burning hot.

"Are you sure?" He asked cupping your face "I don't want you to do anything out of obligation, Y/n. Definitely not just to please me."

You bit the inside of your cheek. "It's for you, but it's for me too. I've always wanted to know what it feels like, but I've never trusted a man enough to let them do that to me."

Stephen caressed your cheek with his thumb and brought it to your lips, pressing it against your lower lip, making you open your mouth to receive it. He pressed his finger against the flesh of your tongue, making you swallow thickly around his digit. You moaned softly and he replaced his finger with his tongue, kissing you passionately.

"And you trust me enough to let me do this to you?" he asked, but it sounded more like a statement. He grabbed one of your hands and dragged it down to his bulge. "And you still ask if I want it, sweetheart. Feel how hard I am just at the thought of fucking your ass. I don't think there's a man who wouldn't want that, especially knowing he's going to be your first."

He rubbed your hand against his shaft and the way he moaned from just that touch you could have sworn he could cum right there in that second.

"So tell me what I have to do." You asked.

Stephen could have come just from the feel of your hand rubbing his cock through his robes and that innocent look you gave him. All of a sudden he felt so dirty and you looked so inexperienced and Stephen understood how it stirred him and spurred him on and made him so hard it was painful. He knew very well he wouldn't last long in the first round. There was far too much anticipation. So he decided to take it easy, take his time with you first and enjoy the moment.

Christ, he had imagined this moment so many times. He even lost count of how many times that scenario played in his mind as he jerked off.

"First, I want you to help me relieve some of the stress of the day. What do you think? Can you do that for me?"

You vehemently agreed and started to undress him. Stephen couldn't help but notice that your hands were shaking as you struggled with his belts.

"Hey, no need to be nervous, sweetheart. None of this is going to work if you're nervous. I want you to feel pleasure. You just said you trust me."

"I do" You reaffirmed, finally getting rid of the top of his robes. He kicked his boots off and you helped him out of his pants, leaving him in just his boxers.

"I just..." He waited for what you had to say. "I need you to guide me, Stephen. Show me what I'm supposed to do. I'm yours." You gave him a shy smile and Stephen swore he could melt right there just at how obscenely tempting that sounded.

He smiled reassuringly "That's exactly what I'm going to do, Y/n. Now, come here, sit here on the side of the bed and touch me, I'm dying for some relief." Stephen quickly got rid of his boxers, kicking them off and getting gloriously naked for you.

You dutifully did as you were told and took his cock in your hands. He was rock hard and there was precum leaking from the tip and when you started to slide your hand up and down he already knew he was a goner. Lucky for him he managed to get several rounds in one night.

"Wait, sweetheart. Give me your hand."

You stopped and turned your palm up and he spat on it, then you went back to your work with much more vigor. Your hand gripped his cock even tighter and you stroke him deliciously hard. The wet sound just adding to his arousal.

"Oh, just like that, sweetheart. Give me the other hand."

You did as he asked and he spat in your palm again. "Now grab my balls, massage them while you jerk me."

You took your hand to his balls and started working with them magically, bringing a loud moan from Stephen's lips. "Fuck... this is so good, sweetheart. You really have magic hands, you know that?"

You hummed totally dedicated to your work. Your eyes never left his cock as you worked him.

"Look at me, Y/n." He asked and you obeyed. Unable to stop himself, Stephen grabbed your chin and kissed you roughly. He couldn't help it, you were making him feel so good.

"Oh yes, feels so good. Come here, sweetheart, give me your mouth now, but keep massaging my balls. I like that."

You spat on his cock making it very wet before putting it in your mouth and then proceeding to bob your head down his length. He held your hair out of your face to get a good view of his cock moving in and out of your mouth, but he didn't push or thrust against your mouth. He loved when you took him down your throat, but that night he didn't want to push too hard. Besides, he didn't need it to cum. Not when you sucked him so good, using your tongue on the head and around his frenulum as well. He could already feel his balls tightening, the veins around his cock were already visibly more prominent, his cock was pulsing violently inside your mouth.

"Oh fuck, sweetheart, I'm gonna cum. Can I cum in your mouth?"

You moaned softly and took him out of your mouth to answer, but you continued jerking him, your other hand massaging and squeezing his balls lightly just the way he liked it.

"On my face, Steph. Cum all over my face."

His cock throbbed even harder at the suggestion, but he still managed to maintain a line of rationality before giving himself over to ecstasy.

"I don't want to ruin your hair, sweetheart. You did it so beautifully for me tonight."

You smiled decisively "I did it for you, you can do whatever you want with it."

He grinned. "All right then, just keep doing what you're doing and look at me."

You smiled shyly locking eyes with him as your hands work him with frightening agility.

"Oh yes, just like that." Stephen moaned loudly feeling his climax approaching quickly. "Gonna let me fuck your ass, uh, sweetheart? your tight virgin ass gonna be mine tonight?"

You bit your bottom lip and gave him a shy nod which made him moan loudly feeling his balls tightening even more, his cock jumping from the pressure of the jet of cum. He didn't have time to warn you.

He came hard, his semen spurting in hot, thick jets, falling over your eyes, splattering your hair, dripping down your chin. Such a delicious mess!

"Oh my...fuck!"

"The things you do to me, sweetheart..."

You continued jerking him until you were sure he was finished and only then did you stop. Stephen wiped the cum off your eyes with his fingers and then scooped a bit of it in his index finger and took it to your mouth.

"Taste it." He demanded and you sucked on his finger letting out a little moan. His cock still pulsing and Stephen noticed that he was still hard. He smirked utterly pleased with himself and conjured a cloth and quickly cleaned your face, getting rid of the dirty cloth right away. He bent to kiss you and then let out another breathy chuckle.

You hummed, wrapping your arms around his shoulders and lying down, pulling him onto the bed over you. He let himself be pulled along, careful to support his weight on his elbows so as not to crush you. Your legs swayed to the sides allowing him to fit between them. He started placing kisses all over your neck, down to your breasts, your abdomen.

Stephen took off your panties and threw them on the floor and got between your legs, sucking you slowly, tasting every inch of your wet pussy. So wet. You were so wet for just having him in your mouth. That was Stephen's power over you and he couldn't pretend he didn't like it.

"Oh, Stephen... it feels so good."

Stephen entered you with two fingers, fingering your pussy slowly as he sucked on your clit just the way you liked it. Oh, he loved that! He could die between your legs eating you and he would die a happy man. But when he felt your fingers tangling in his hair and your moans started to get louder he stopped and returned his lips to yours, making you taste yourself on his tongue.

You whimpered into his lips.

"I don't want to make you cum yet, sweetheart." He kissed your lips lightly and then got up from the bed. He took the box where you kept your toys and lube and took it with him to bed.

You smiled shyly pointing to the bedside table "I bought something."

He opened the drawer finding a small box there. "Can I open it?"

You nodded biting your lip. Your face was completely red. So lovely. Stephen opened the box and found a kit of butt plugs.

"You've been planning this for a while, then." He said teasing you and enjoying watching you fall apart for him.

You just nodded.

"Come here, let me take off this bra."

You sat down, He unclasped your bra and took it off. He held it in his hand giving the overly small piece a good look. "You looked adorable in these, Y/n, but I still prefer you like this."

He threw the bra on the floor and pulled you to his lips. "You are ready?"

You nodded, but he could sense your insecurity. You were usually pretty secure in bed. Even if you liked giving yourself to him, letting him take full control, he could always sense that you felt safe with him. At that moment, however, he felt your body shaking.

"Y/n... you know you can ask me to stop anytime you want, right?" He reassured you. "It doesn't matter that I’m feeling good, if you're feeling uncomfortable, I want to know. Promise you'll tell me."

You nodded and he cupped your face in his hands. "I want you to talk to me, sweetheart. Speak what's on your mind, don't hold anything back from me."

You looked at him shyly "Will it hurt?"

He smiled "I'll do everything possible so that you don't feel any pain, but it's likely that you'll feel a bit uncomfortable at first. That's why it's important that you bought these. They'll help stretch you out a bit."

You bit the inside of your cheek and looked down towards his cock. He was completely hard.

"You're so big. It seems impossible to make you fit in there."

He smirked "We’ll make it fit." He kissed you softly and then demanded "Lie down on your side, sweetheart. I'm going to spoon you and I'm going to use one of these to start."

You complied and he shifted one of your legs forward so that your ass was more arched towards him. He took the smallest of the three plugs and poured a generous amount of lube into it. He got some more lube on his fingers. "I'm going to apply some of this. We want you well lubed."

You twitched a little when you felt his fingers on your ass. The gel was ice cold. He placed the plug gently in the entrance of your ass and pushed slowly. Although you were tense, the piece went in easily. You moaned softly which made his cock throb.

"Perfect, love. Tell me how it feels."

"Its... weird."

He smiled, moving the plug out and pushing it all the way back in. "A good weird?"

"Yes. Can we do more?"

Stephen knew it was best to stick to the order of sizes, but he was feeling bold and you seemed to take the first one so well that he opted to jump straight to the largest. In fact, he wanted to use his fingers, but he would be patient.

He took the larger plug and lubed it in as well and then gently pulled the smaller one out. He had to push a little for the bigger one to get in. You twitched a little and he waited.

"Relax, sweetheart." He cooed and gradually he managed to insert the plug all the way in and you exhaled heavily.

"How are you feeling, love?"

You took a moment to answer, almost like you were trying to really understand how you felt before you told him.

"It feels... good. Strangely good."

Stephen kissed your shoulder gently "Can we continue then?"

You nodded.

He lay down right behind you, pulling some pillows to support his head and yours so you were comfortable. He kept moving the plug in and out of you to which you responded with a few little moans that spurred him on to the next step.

"I'm going to use my fingers now. Okay?"

"Yes, please"

Stephen smirked. He was astonished by your response. Positively surprised. He took the plug out and started rubbing his fingers across the entrance of your ass. He kissed your shoulder as he pressed his ring finger in. You moaned softly as he entered you.

"That's right, sweetheart. You're doing so well. I'm going to put another finger."

"Y-yes"

He placed a second finger and started fingering you very slowly. As he did, he proceeded to kiss you, your shoulders, your neck, wherever he could reach. Little open mouth kisses that turned into little bites. It was so hard to hold back when his cock was aching. He was so hard and pulsing demandingly to be inside you.

"Stephen..."

"Yes, sweetheart"

"I want you now. I can take it."

He grinned, it was almost like you could hear his thoughts. At that point he doubted that you couldn't. You were so close, you knew each other so well and he loved you so much. "Are you sure?"

You nodded vehemently.

Stephen wanted to fuck you raw, but he knew that for anal it was safer to use a condom. Although he hated the idea, he decided to play safe. He took a condom from the box and quickly opened the package. He gave a couple of jerks to get ready and then quickly unwound the latex around his length.

He hated the way it squeezed him. Stephen wasn't the least bit modest about his size. And it didn't matter that he always bought extra large condoms, they always tightened him the same way. But he decided to ignore the discomfort knowing full well that by the time he was inside you, he would barely notice it. He put a generous amount of lube over the condom and spread it with his hand, jerking himself a little.

He slipped his arm under your pillow and positioned himself better spooning you. Before he could even penetrate you, Stephen noticed you pressing your thighs together, and when he put his head on your entrance you let out a little moan. Stephen pressed slowly and moaned softly feeling the head of his cock entering you.

You bit your lower lip hard feeling a strange pressure on your ass. It wasn't bad exactly, but you couldn't say it was good. When it was just plugs or Stephen's fingers you felt pleasure, but Stephen was too big.

He groaned softly and buried his head in the crook of your neck "You're too tight, sweetheart. But it feels so good and I barely get the head in."

He pushed a little harder and you felt the pressure building and along with it a sting that made you wince in pain. Stephen stopped immediately, checking on you. "Does it hurt?"

You nodded, tears welling up in your eyes. He kissed your neck and lowered the hand that was on your waist, putting it between your legs, touching your clit and circling it lightly. A moan escaped your lips, for an instant the pain disappeared and the pleasure revealed itself to you again. Stephen hummed satisfied and continued to stimulate your clit while whispering sweet nothings in your ear.

"Such a good girl letting me do this to you."

You moaned softly, wincing a little as he forced himself inside you again.

"It's okay, I'm not going to hurt you, love. Relax for me, uh, I need you to trust me."

You felt his fingers work on you more insistently.

"Good girl, such a good girl for daddy."

You let out a loud moan just by hearing that word. Stephen knew very well what it did to you and he took advantage of it to spur you on.

"I know, sweetheart. You love it when daddy calls you a good girl, right?"

He pushed a little harder and you felt the pressure building. Stephen was too big and it all seemed too much, but you were determined to be a good girl for him and he was being so kind to you.

"You're doing so good for me, Y/n. I'm already halfway inside and you feel so good. So tight." He let out a groan and bit your shoulder to keep from being even louder. His cock jumping inside you, which made you flinch from the sting.

"Stephen..."

"I'm sorry sweetheart, you feel too good, my cock loves your tight little ass hole, I can't stop it." He pulsed again inside you making you whimper.

"It's too big, Steph..."

"I know. But you're doing great. Taking me so good." He continued rubbing your clit and you moaned loudly and Stephen took the opportunity to slip the rest of his cock into your ass.

"That's it, love. I'm all in. Can you feel my balls on your ass? They're so swollen..." He let out another loud groan when his cock pulsed again inside you.

"Oh, fuck, sweetheart. I want to fuck you hard..." He turned your face towards him and kissed you deeply making you moan into his lips.

You felt so full. It was an odd sensation, it burned a little, but at the same time you could feel something like pleasure coming from it. Stephen kissed your shoulder. "Are you all right, sweetheart?"

You just nodded, the words seemed to have gone out of your head.

"Do you want me to stop?" He asked and you knew how hard it must be for him to control himself when you could clearly see that he was dying to fuck you properly. His breathing was fast, his cock throbbing violently inside you and little moans escaped his lips against his will.

You touched his face and pulled him back to your lips. His tongue entered your mouth with a certain desperation.

"Make me feel good, Stephen." You whispered into his lips and he circled your clit with his fingers again and slowly began to move. You let out a loud moan feeling something. Could it be pleasure?

You could feel his cock moving in and out of you making an obscene squelching sound. Stephen moaned aloud totally lost in his own pleasure. "So good, love. You feel so good. Daddy is so proud of you."

You barely noticed when your hips started to move on their own. It seemed instinctive and you were surprised to realize that it actually started to feel good. Stephen kissed you and moaned into your lips. "Look at you, sweetheart. Is it good? Tell me how good it feels."

You took your hand to his hand that was on your clit and pressed it so that he increased the intensity.

"It feels good, Stephen. Please, give me more."

You felt his movements that were restrained before now getting faster, but he was still hesitant. "I don't know, sweetheart. I don't want to hurt you."

You moved your hips against him faster "You won't. Please, I need more."

He kissed your shoulder and then pulled out to which you vehemently protested. "Turn around, sweetheart. I want to try something."

You complied, lying back on the mattress, your legs spread wide for him and you could feel the slick oozing down your neglected pussy. Stephen settled between your legs and with agility returned to penetrate you from behind. His cock met some resistance, much less than the first time and you felt no pain this time, just a pressure that soon turned to pleasure and brought a loud moan from your lips.

Stephen was ecstatic with your response. And you felt so good, so tight, your little hole choking his cock and sucking him in like your own life depended on it. He was holding back to maintain control and keep taking it slow with you, but you were making it very difficult for him with your little moans and the way you moved against him practically begging him to fuck you harder and faster.

"Oh Stephen, it feels good. Kiss me."

He bowed in surrender and let the weight of his body drive him even deeper into you. He was balls deep inside your ass and he could only describe it as heaven. He felt like he was in paradise, no other description would be true enough for the level of pleasure he was feeling. He kissed you, his tongue entering your mouth and dominating you as you dug your nails into his back and moaned begging for more.

He propped himself up on his elbows and pulled back just enough to thrust hard into you. You let out a little squeak which he stifled with another kiss. He did it again and again and waited for you to ask him to stop, but instead you kept moving underneath him, demanding for him to keep going as you praised him with all your sweetness.

"My god, Stephen. It feels good. You are so good. Your cock feels so perfect. It's so big, it just fits me so well."

He buried his face in the crook of your neck and let himself be carried away by the moment, fucking you now without fear of hurting you, confident that you were stretched enough by then. He knew though that he wouldn't last at that pace and as incredible as that was, he didn't want to cum, not yet, so he stopped and without pulling out he knelt between your legs and took a second to look at the vision of paradise before his eyes. Your ass stuffed with his cock and your pussy glistening with all your juices clenching around nothing, begging for some attention.

"Stephen, please... fuck me."

He grinned. He was sure he would never get tired of hearing those words coming out of your mouth, even more so with that tone of despair in your voice.

His cock throbbed violently demanding him to keep thrusting, but first he brought two fingers to your mouth making you suck on them and then brought them to your pussy, circling your clit with them, which made you moan loudly and writhe begging for more, your ass clenching even more and squeezing his cock deliciously.

He smirked confidently "I touch here and you answer there. What happens if I do this?" He penetrated your pussy with both fingers and you whimpered squirming in pleasure. "Tell me, sweetheart, does it feel good?" But you couldn't answer, so you just nodded.

"I know. It feels really good, right? It feels good for me too."

"Stephen... please."

Stephen started to move slowly and his fingers never left your pussy. He fucked you with them, curving them precisely to touch your g spot as his cock fucked your ass mercilessly and it wasn't long before he started to feel your pussy fluttering around his fingers.

"You are close, sweetheart? I can feel you little pussy clenching around my fingers. Is it that good?"

You nodded vehemently "Y-yes, Stephen. I wanna cum, please..."

Stephen was also close, but he was holding back. There was one more position in which he wanted to fuck your ass and finally let himself come. He had dreamed about it so many times, he couldn't help himself.

"You can cum, love, but only if you promise me you'll let me fuck your ass on all fours."

You bit your bottom lip "Yes, anything, Stephen. You can do whatever you want to me. I'm all yours."

Stephen smirked "All mine, uh, sweetheart? Is this tight little hole and this wet pussy all mine?"

"Yes, Stephen, all yours... oh my god, daddy it feels good."

Stephen loved hearing you call him daddy, it was silly, but it definitely did things with him. He increased his pace, continued finger fucking your pussy and added his thumb circling your clit to the sum which made you groan in pleasure.

"Fuck, Steph... I'm gonna..."

But your release came faster than your words. Your mouth went agape, your eyes closed, your pussy tightened around his fingers, your tight little hole contracting around his cock and pulling him to heaven as your legs shook convulsively.

"That's it, sweetheart, give it to me. Show me how good I make you feel."

You let out a little whimper "D-daddy... kiss me."

Stephen smiled “Hm such a good girl for daddy. I’m so proud of my little girl.” He kissed you ardently and then pulled out. "On your hands and knees for me now, sweetheart. I gave you yours, now I'll have mine."

You readily complied even though it wasn't an easy task getting up on your knees when your legs felt like they were made of jelly. Stephen moved right behind you and you felt his cock poking your ass again. He was careful to enter you, careful as if he might hurt you if he didn't, and you understood why. The position didn't make it any easier, quite the opposite. Somehow he seemed even bigger that way.

"Does it hurt?"

"No" You replied swallowing thickly and bracing yourself. Stephen started to thrust into you, slowly at first and then increasing his pace until all you could feel and hear was his balls hitting your ass cheeks and his groans and grunts accompanied by his praises.

"Just like that, sweetheart. Your tight little hole feels so good squeezing my cock like this. Such a good girl for daddy, taking my cock so well..."

You could feel it bringing pleasure to you again and instinctively you brought a hand up between your legs and started to rub your clit. Stephen loved to see that.

"Yes, sweetheart, rub your clit for me, show me how much you're enjoying this. Tell me how good I'm making you feel, tell me so I can cum."

You gladly obeyed. "It feels so good. Cum for me now, Stephen, please."

Stephen groaned loudly and took a few more thrusts before coming to a complete stop. "So fucking good... oh my fucking god..." He groaned cuming hard.

And that's it. You came, hard and wet, so wet you felt it running down your legs and for a second you feared you had peed yourself, but then you realized that that could only be one thing: You had squirted. For the first time and with anal. How improbable that was and at the same time it felt so good.

You felt your legs giving out and collapsed face down on the bed. Stephen pulled out. He took off the condom and knotted it and tossed it on the floor beside the bed and then threw himself onto the pillows and pulled you into his arms.

"Are you all right, sweetheart? You're shaking." He brushed your hair out of your face and placed a kiss on the top of your head.

"I'm okay, it just felt too much."

Stephen nodded "But it felt good, right? If it wasn't the case, you wouldn't have wet the bed like that."

You smiled feeling your face turn red "It felt good. Really good."

You felt Stephen's shoulders relax and he let out a satisfied sigh. "I have to admit I'm surprised you liked it so much. Generally, women don't like it very much..."

He stopped talking when you lifted your head and gave him a questioning look. "Right, because you're an expert on what women like and don't like..."

"That's not what I meant. It's common knowledge that women don't tend to..."

You cut him off with a kiss which ripped a hum from his lips. "What were you saying?"

He smirked "Forget it. I'm glad you liked it."

You tightened your arms around his waist "Did you like it? I mean, was it as you expected?"

He cupped your face "It was so much better."

You smiled and then stretched feeling your body tired.

"Shower?" Stephen suggested and you nodded.

"And clean sheets." You added.

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Coffee & Cookies

Pairing: Felix x M reader Word Count: 678 Genre: Angst (slight), Fluff Warnings: None Reqested by @oliveroliveoil (I hope you like it)

The café was almost empty as you waited for Felix to turn up, it was a strange feeling not being sure if you were about to be stood up or not. Yes Felix was incredibly sweet and kind but he could also be rather shy and you had a sneaking suspicion that his members didn't totally approve of the whole idea, although you weren't sure if it was the whole situation of you being a guy or that they were just trying to protect Felix as best they could.

Minutes were ticking by and Felix was now officially 15 minutes late, you sat playing with your phone trying not to make eye contact with the girl behind the counter who was beginning to look at you sympathetically as though she knew something you were not yet privy to. Until the bell chimed above the door and a small herd of college looking students descended upon the counter to order and you were able to avoid her pitying eyes. You hadn't noticed that at the end of the line of the rowdy students was Felix his eyes darting around to see if you were still there before breaking into a relieved grin.

"I am so sorry I'm late" Felix whispered softly to make sure you were the only one who heard "The shoot went on longer than I thought it would and I shouldn't make excuses I should just say I'm sorry again".

"It's alright Lix" you smiled your eyes crinkling at the beautiful boy in front of you "I just was starting to think I had the times wrong".

"No, this is my fault!" his deep voice affirmed before looking back towards the counter and the collection of people now making the café noisier than he would have liked "Should we order and go? We can head to the park?"

"Yeah, I'd like that" you smiled standing up and following Felix to the counter pulling out your wallet to pay for your own order.

"Can we get two iced Americano's to go and four of the cookies please" Felix smiled angelically charming the girl who just smiled and nodded at him ringing it all up for him and starting on his order immediately.

"Did you just?" you trailed off as Felix smirked at you tucking the bag of cookies he had been handed into his bag.

"Yes it's my apology" he continued thanking the girl for the drinks before leading you towards the door. You walked in a comfortable silence sipping your drinks until you reached the park where Felix felt a little more comfortable and started to walk a little closer to you.

"To be honest Lix, I thought you might not show up today. The others didn't seem so thrilled about us spending time together" you sighed, turning to look at him slightly as you walked down one of the paths towards a set of large shady trees.

"I know they were a bit tense about it" Felix pouted slightly his perfect bottom lip poking out just enough to make him look adorable, not sad "but it wasn't because it's you, it's because they worry about me".

"That this will end up badly if people find out?" you nodded knowing that this was all very much meant to look like two friends hanging out not a date or anything even vaguely more intimate.

"Not really, more like I might get hurt or that you might get hurt. People are not often kind when you do what I do" he mumbled purposely moving his hand so it brushed yours, sending goosebumps up your arm. You remained silent as you collectively wandered towards a park bench that was a little more secluded from the main park.

"I'm glad you came though" you smiled sitting beside Felix on the bench as he pulled the cookies from his bag "I really wanted to spend time with you".

"Me too" Felix grinned his eyes crinkling into pretty little moons before a comfortable silence fell over the pain of you.

Fin

A/N: Thank you for reading, this was my first attempt at same sex fluff and I hope I did it justice. If you have any suggestions for me please let me know it helps my writing getting constructive criticism.

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hi babe :),

i love your until we found you series and i’m also inlove with stu so i was wondering if i could request this,

ghostface (stu) starts a intimate relationship (smut, reader is attracted to ghostface) with reader (female) and the party @stus billy finds out and tries to kill her (stabs her in the arm or something) but stu doesn’t let him finish her off and when she finds out it’s stu she’s head over heels for him maybe? i don’t know i feel like this sounds stupid

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The Perfect Girl

Hello! Sorry this request is late, my meds made me sick yesterday and I took the day sleeping and getting back to my normal self :) I reallllly loved writing this, I hope you enjoy it as well!

Context: Ghostface has been on the loose, one day he ends up in your room. But instead of killing you, he makes you do something else to give him pleasure.

Nsfw, P in V, oral female receiving, dub-con, all characters 18+

Word Count: 2735

It was humid throughout the house, despite the ac blasting through the house, the only thing that could cool down your room was opening your window. At first it didn’t help much, but as the sun went down and the moon took her spot, your room was cool enough to prick at your skin.

You were changed into a black satin pajama set, a lacey tank top that draped loosely over your body with matching shorts. You were sat at your desk, finishing the last bit of a report due tomorrow before you were satisfied with your writing. You hit save on your word file, shutting your laptop down before heading off to the bathroom to get ready for bed. You spent quite some time, brushing your teeth, doing your skincare routine, and prepping your hair in a protective style for sleeping. You played some calming music while you got ready for bed, not paying attention to the noises coming from your room. You didn’t know while getting ready that an on the run killer was sat at your desk. His weapon left by the window as he realized who’s room he was in, yours. The girl he had been infatuated with, but frankly, she never gave him the time of day.

When you slipped back into your bedroom you let out a yawn, going to your desk to turn on your speaker before seeing the black hooded figure staring at you. Your body froze, backing away from your desk and instead trying to make a run for it to the door. Before your hand touched the doorknob, you were trapped by them. They had jumped over the desk and grabbed you by the waist, putting their other hand over your mouth to cover any scream you might have left out. You heard whirring from some machine close by, hearing the buzz of it powering on before hearing their voice. It didn’t sound like a real one, more like one of those toy voice changers people used for pranks. “No screaming, pretty girl, not yet.” They said, sending a shiver down your spine.

“Please, I won’t say anything, I won’t tell anyone, you can just leave,” you tried to plead with them, whimpering as they trailed their hand over your body. “Who were you waiting for? Someone else to sneak through your window?” They questioned, chuckling a bit. “Show me how badly you want to live, cutie.” They said as their grip loosened slightly around you.

Your body stayed still, still frozen in terror before feeling the knife against your skin. You moved slowly, getting down to your knees and facing them. They chuckled, putting the knife down as their gloved hands went to your hair. “Good girl,” They hummed out, your cheeks reddened as you moved the costume up, unzipping their pants and pulling out their cock. Your teary eyes glanced up to them, looking away quickly before putting your mouth on their tip.

Because of your fright, your movements were still slow, but the person behind the mask was fast to use you for their own pleasure. You gagged on their length from the speed they were thrusting into you at, your hands moving up to their thighs in an attempt to slow down their pacing. Your eyes watered as you tried to breathe through your nose, pulling away as they slipped out of your mouth. “There’s no need to cry, sweet girl. Come on, let’s see what else you can show me.” They said as they helped you up and onto the bed. “Before we get to anything else baby, lets cover up those pretty eyes,” they hummed as they pulled out a cloth and placed it over your eyes.

With your vision now gone thanks to the fabric, the killer that stood before you began to get undressed. You didn’t know what was coming next, still having half a working brain that was afraid they would kill you, but when you felt their hands running up your thighs you began to think differently.

The lack of their voice was a bit jarring, but when you felt their fingers hooking into the hem of your pants, all your thoughts melted away quickly.

Your clothes were practically torn off with how harshly they pulled down your pants, you gasped softly as the cold air hit your legs, hearing a tiny chuckle leave their lips. You tried to push your legs together, attempting to cover yourself out of nervousness but instead were met with strong hands pushing them apart. You heard a little tsk, blushing as they settled between your legs. Your breath quickened a you waited to see what they would do, gasping again when you felt them lick a stripe on your slit. You squirmed slightly, feeling their arms wrap around your legs and hold you in place. A small whine left your lips, a wanton moan being aired out as they latched their mouth onto you.

It felt like heaven, their tongue flicked against your sensitive clit like it was the first time you had ever been eaten out- and frankly- they were making you feel like it was. You could feel them running their thumbs in circles against your inner thigh, making you wonder if they were just absent mindedly toying with you or attempting to comfort you, though the latter made you feel a bit better. They took a pause from using their tongue, instead snaking one hand down to your core and teasing your weeping entrance. You felt one finger circling your entrance, moaning softly as they entered you and stretched you out with their finger. Your head tilted back, running your hands over your chest as you tried to ground yourself from the euphoric feeling.

You felt a bit embarrassed, feeling so good from a stranger who was threatening to kill you only a few moments ago, but at the same time you couldn’t deny it had turned you on a little. Their cheek rested against your thigh, their breath sending goosebumps along your skin as they continued to finger you. The bed dipped and you whined a little, feeling their weight move off of the bed before they grabbed your ankles and pulled you closer to the edge. You squeaked in surprise, holding onto the bed before realizing they weren’t trying to pull you off of the bed.

You felt warm hands travel up your body, groping your breasts hard enough to leave bruises before pulling them away and slapping them. You moaned in response, blushing and holding your chest after, hearing another little chuckle from them. This time, something harder pressed against your hole, swiping against your slit to tease you and brush against your slit before entering you quickly.

A loud moan left your lips, feeling one of their hands clamp over your mouth to quiet you down as they stilled to let you adjust. You held onto the sheets, crumpling them up between your palms as the soft burn from them stretching you began to dissipate. Your body relaxed a little and they noticed, keeping their hand over your mouth as they began to slowly thrust into you. You were surprised by this change, but you gladly welcomed it since you didn’t want to go through the aftermath of pain if they were going too rough with you.

Your hand slowly snaked up to your mouth, gently wrapping your hand around their wrist. They removed their hand from your mouth, lacing their fingers with yours as they began to quicken their pace. Another moan left your mouth, but you did your best to keep it quiet as they thrusted into you. Their hand holding yours tightened its hold, making your heart flutter a bit before feeling the knot in your stomach begin to tighten.

Their free hand went to your clit, teasing it as your moans began to come through more quickly, noticing how you began to squeeze around them. You couldn’t help but continue to grip them like a vice, not on purpose but your body felt too good to ignore the pleasure they were giving you. They began to go even faster and harder, pulling out nearly with every thrust before bullying their way back into you, slaps being made against your skin with every movement.

You heard a groan leave their lips, feeling their cock twitch inside you, making you whimper when they brushed against your sweet spot. They were quick to notice their effect on you, rubbing circles around your clit as they tried to hit that spot every time.

It wasn’t long before they were sloppily pushing into you with every thrust, their hands trailing away from you and holding onto your hips, keeping you from squirming away from them and instead planting you down on their cock. Both of you began to reach your climax, their hand going back to your clit to help you orgasm. You could feel your stomach tighten, loud moans leaving your lips as you came from their touch, whimpering when they continued to help you through your orgasm. They came shortly after, moaning softly as they came inside of you, slowly pulling out.  

You were in a daze, panting and trying to catch your breath as you heard the rustling of clothes. Your face scrunched up slightly when you felt gloved hands reaching for the blindfold, squinting your eyes when your bedroom light was in view, seeing the masked person standing in front of you. “There’s the pretty girl,” they said, making you blush. “Expect me again, I might be a little late, I have some things I have to take care of tomorrow.” They gently caressed your cheek, leaning into their touch before they pulled away. “Be a good girl for me, yeah?” They said, walking over to your window to climb out of the house, you turned over on your side, sighing softly before getting up to get cleaned.

The next night you were quick to fall asleep, exhausted from your day. However, you woke up to large warm hands settled on your face, gently pushing at your cheeks to wake you. Your eyes were met with the same mask from the previous night, you smiled, gladly welcoming them into your bed. Some times they had little specks of red on their mask or on their gloves, the same red color sometimes dressed the knife they had. You felt odd, not really caring that they were dressed in blood, instead, you felt a little grateful that they didn’t do the same to you. But you had to admit it made you turned on all at the same time, knowing they had just come from doing horrible things just to defile you.

The nights continued for awhile, sometimes they were late, other times they were sat in your room waiting for you. On nights they didn’t show up, you would wake up to presents left on your desk. Your favorite snacks- you were a bit weary on how they knew you so well-, your favorite scents, lingerie sets, stuffed animals, anything they thought you would enjoy and cherish. It made you swoon knowing someone who was cold enough to kill was so loving towards you.

Your friends questioned why you weren’t able to make it out sometimes during the nights to get togethers, or why you sometimes had bites and marks along your neck, but you made their attention turn to something else every time. “Hey, you guys, that Stu guy from lit is going to have a party tonight, we should go,” one of your friends brought up as you were about to decline, but remembered your secret lover mentioned they wouldn’t be there tonight. “Sounds good, free drinks?” You questioned, smiling when you got a nod in return.

The party was full of people from your college, probably even elsewhere with how many people were littered around the house. You drank and hung out with your friends, occasionally peeping at what was playing on the tv or just dicking around in the backyard with them. Eventually there was a phone call, something about the dean being killed. Majority of the people ended up leaving, others left when Stu Macher announced they had ran out of alcohol for the night. You went around the house, trying to find your friend group before receiving a text message they were planning to check out the whole thing with the dean. You sighed, deciding it was finally time to see if the Macher boy would drive you home, or if uber was working this late at night.

Instead of searching for your friends this time, you searched around the empty house for Stu. Your attention was grabbed when you saw someone out of the corner of your eye, making you turn in their direction. Instead you saw a familiar face, Billy Loomis, but you were thrown off by seeing his bloodied shirt with holes from what looked like stab wounds. “Oh my god, Billy! What happened?” You asked, rushing to his side to try and help him. His knees were bent and he seemed shaky, reaching out to you before placing a hand on your shoulder to steady himself. “The killer, I got stabbed,” he said, moving towards you again as you felt something searing into your side. You gasped and pulled away, staring down at the knife in his other hand that held onto a bloodied knife. Your hands moved away and latched onto your side that was just wounded, holding pressure down as you looked back up to Billy who wore a crazed look. “Billy? What? But-“ you were confused, adrenaline sinking into your veins as you backed away and attempted to make your way down the stairs. “Sorry, I thought you would have gone with your friends, but we can’t have anyone be a witness who we can’t trust,” He said, walking towards you with the knife, his demeanor now completely different from just a moment ago. “We?” You questioned, Billy chuckling as he backed you down onto the first floor, making some sudden movements every once in awhile to scare you, laughing every time you flinched because of him. “I would have done it alone, but you always need an alibi, right?” He chuckled, leading you into the kitchen, grabbing your arm in a bruising grip as he moved you to the counters.

“Now let’s try and figure out how Mr. Prescott is going to kill you,” he hummed, tracing the knife along your jawline, making a cut on your face. You let out a cry, moving your face away from him. “Billy!” You heard Stu call out, feeling relieved that someone would come and save you and get you away from this psycho.

Billy turned to the doorway, frowning when he saw Stu, huffing and moving away from you. “What the fuck man?! I told you not her!” He yelled at Billy who held the knife up to Stu, “well you should have kept a better eye on her, I told you if she sees anything she’s fucking dead,” he said as Stu smacked Billy’s hand away, the knife falling as Billy cursed at him. “She won’t talk, not when she figures out who’s been behind the mask,” he said as he looked to you, moving over to you and looking over your wound. You stared at him, blinking in confusion before he held up a little white box to his lips. “Surprise, I look better without the mask, don’t I?” He questioned, you recognized the voice from the one that was always behind the mask. You blinked up to him, looking past him and to Billy who still looked angered.

“You won’t talk, will you baby? I mean, technically, you have been harboring a criminal almost every night lately,” he reminded, bringing back the memories of the nights your masked lover came to your home covered in blood. You felt him hold your cheek, looking up to him as he gently tilted your chin up. “God, I found such a perfect girl, didn’t I,” he asked as he smirked and turned to Billy. “Let’s keep going, still got a big night. You’re gonna love this,” he laughed as he looked to you, moving down to one of the cabinets and grabbing a first aid kit for you.

[liminalpebble]

Lock and Key: Part 2 of 2 (A Professor Pine Story)

Part 1 Link

AN: Part 2 of 2, older/ instructor/Jonathan Pine x student/agent/femme reader

CW: Minors DNI. Smutty smut smut. Time to get bothered, hoes!

Lock and Key, Part 2

“You...you're perfect. You can't understand what it's like to struggle like this.”

“I assure you, I am very far from perfect...If you only knew.”

He shook his head sadly, recalling some scar of a memory you couldn't discern. You turned to face him, mere inches from each other.

“If I only knew what, Professor Pine?”

His Adam's apple bobbed with a swallow and he forced his breathing to slow. “That I am very...very...far from perfect. I'm only human. I make mistakes.”

Those lovely ocean eyes flicked from your eyes to your lips.

“And I think I may be about to make another one.”

“Professor Pine...,” you said faintly.

He inched closer until, suddenly, you found yourself in a tiny, intimate space, hermetically sealed from the outside world. Time slowed, and where there had been the insistent ticking of a stopwatch, your beating hearts kept the tempo instead.

In that moment, that elongated moment, all you could feel or sense or breathe was Jonathan Pine and his beautiful, careful, attentive, silence. Nothing could touch you here, under his protection, in the shelter of him; the work, the pressure, the roles of teacher and student....nothing.

You could smell his subtle cologne with his skin so close; woody, fresh, and warm. His nose grazed yours ever so slightly, the heat of your mingled breath radiating in the charged air between you.

He whispered softly,“Just Jonathan...please.”

Please...

He was asking so cautiously, solicitously. His fingers moved to cradle your cheeks; holding your face in both hands as if you were made of porcelain.

Please, let me break open for you.

Please, forgive me for it.

Please, say my name.

Please, remind me who I really am, because every day I'm a little further off.

And finally, after all these years, he remembered.

He remembered as you said his name gently, like an incantation. He remembered as you closed the distance, lips meeting as the entire comforting weight of you pressed urgently against him.

His long arm circled your waist as your lips slotted together perfectly, as if made for each other. Mouths opened, unlocking and granting entrance; jaws that had been clenched so tightly releasing to pant each others names in mounting need. Your hand slid up his immaculately shaved jaw to cradle his head, so heavy with worry, with the burdens of exceptional morality. You ached to alleviate it, And he would let you....god, he would let you do anything, compromise any amount of his considerable moral fortitude, if only you'd stay in his arms.

You had no intention of being anywhere else, as he hoisted you easily onto his desk, sure hands gripping firmly into the pliant curve of your ass. As your eyes fluttered open once more, you watched his expression. Pine's eyes flickered with sparkling sapphire lust, but behind it such vulnerable uncertainty...such desperate need for you, telegraphed in nothing more than the inquisitive peak of an eyebrow. An unspoken question; Please, will you let me inside?

How had you never read it in his face before...that he wanted you so badly and for so long?

Your hand combed through his soft curls and gripped, coaxing a hungry growl from somewhere deep in his chest, and deeper in his soul. His head tilted with the guidance of your hand, exposing that beautifully sinewed throat for you to kiss. His glasses began to tip back, sliding off. You smirked and carefully removed them.

He smiled timidly, chuckling out a “thank you”.

“You're welcome,” you said, as you planted two gentle pecks to the little red marks the frames had left on the sides of his nose and began to rub his temples.

He hummed and you could feel his tightly-muscled body begin to relax under your touch. “Mmm...that's so nice. I was starting to get a headache.”

“I know. I was the cause of it.”

He smiled and rolled his eyes, then met yours again with a more serious expression, stroking a lock of hair away from your face.

“It's been a very long time since anyone's touched me with such tenderness.”

You shook your head, stating definitively, “that's an absolute travesty, professor. You should be touched like this every day of your life.”

You kissed him deeply, sweetly, sincerely.

“You're a good man, Jonathan Pine. The best.”

You gently unzipped his sweater, revealing more of his clavicle and sternum, then traced the newly-exposed skin with your lips and tongue. Your hands skated beneath the hem, fingers exploring the warm ridges and valleys of his musculature as you read him like braille; his firm belly, the ridges of his broad ribs, his hard chest and sturdy shoulders. Then, finally, the garment dropped to the floor and you drank in the splendor of his revealed body. He was a stunning tactile anatomy lesson, and you were dying to learn, to touch more and more.

He unbuttoned your blouse, every bit as nimbly as he locked and unlocked the training contraption. You couldn't help but notice that he had the most exquisite hands, and you weren't about to wait any longer to have them against your skin.

Finishing his work for him, you yanked the shirt off hastily and guided his palms over your shoulders, then to soft curve of your breasts, and lower to the succulent flesh of your belly as you begged, “Jonathan, please, touch me. I can't wait. I need you.”

His lips met your neck without a word as he guided you back against the lacquered surface of his desk, while his hand traveled lower still. The smooth chill of it prickled against your hot skin, but you couldn't care less. You would lay down on a bed of nails if it meant laying beneath Jonathan.

You let out a sharp little gasp as he parted your sensitive lips, gathering your wetness on his fingers and massaging it over your clit in circling presses.

He watched. He was an apt pupil of your pleasure, noting every hitch of your breath and arch of your back beneath his movements. He was gasping with you, panting in awe of you, spread out before him as he had fantasized when he could no longer resist the temptation. He could hardly believe this was real, that you were really here, opened up before him.

His cock ached, watching you writhe in ecstasy because of him. The engorged red tip dripped with insistent need. You slid your hand to where it strained against his clothing, hastily unlatching his belt and gaining access. You moaned at the sensation of his heavy length in your hand, while his came up to gently cup over your mouth.

“Shhhh. The door's locked, but we have to be quiet, darling,” he whispered into your ear, then kissed the soft skin beneath it, making you whimper softly into his palm.

You ran your tongue up his long, lovely fingers and begged, “I need you inside of me, Jonathan. I need you now. I can't wait any longer....please.”

He wasted no time freeing his cock, meeting your gaze as he stroked it a couple times, easing the delicious ache. He swung your legs over his shoulders, soothing you with gentle strokes and kisses to your calf as he rubbed his length between your soaked lips, then pressed inside.

It took all of your self-control not to scream his name as he stretched you slowly, the delectable fullness of the sensation setting you on fire.

Instead, you whispered in a desperate hiss, “Yesss...god...Jonathan. Yes. Move...please, move.”

He nodded, and pulled your hips sharply against himself. You slotted perfectly together, like a lock and key; utterly and entirely made to open for each other.

He began to move in the most perfect rhythm. The sight of him fucking faster and harder into you while your legs bounced against his his strong shoulders had you rapidly approaching your peak. You could see in the way his mouth dropped open and his eyes closed, savoring the sensation, that he was approaching the same.

He pulled you up, sliding your legs down so that he could hold you close against him while you reached the precipice.

He groaned, begging, “Please...god...please. Come for me, darling. I want to watch you fall apart.”

You climbed higher and higher as he watched. When you finally let go, you bit his shoulder to muffle the scream that would have surely come from you otherwise.

The sensation of your gripping cunt and the sting of your teeth only sent him hurtling faster towards his own release. He grunted into your ear, saying, “I'm...ahhh. I'm close. Where....where do you want me, darl...”

You held his face, met his eyes, and whimpered, “Inside...stay inside, please.”

That was all he need to hear as he buried himself to the hilt inside of you, spilling with hot trembling pulses. You could feel his whole frame shudder where you were pressed so firmly against him.

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Curled together in the afterglow, slumped against him, you could feel the undulations of his slowing breath and the lively beat of his heart. He cradled your head against his chest, stroking your cheek with his thumb. He kissed the top of your warm head, and breathed in the scent of your hair, committing every detail of you to memory.

He was desperate to remember as he thought sorrowfully...

What if this can never happen again? What if this was a mistake?

As if you could hear his thoughts, you met his eyes and assured him, “Jonathan, I don't regret this. Please, don't regret this either.”

He held you closer still, suddenly terrified that you would slip away from him, like everything and everyone else he had ever loved.

“How could I?”, he asked. “I could never regret this. I only regret that I've seriously compromised your training.”

“I...um...I think I'll tell Director Burr that I want to remain headquarters staff tomorrow. I don't think I want to be a field agent.”

Pine sighed heavily in relief, but said, “Please, don't do it on my account. You're actually quite promising. I just wanted the extra training with you to be sure you'd be prepared. I was so worried about you in the field, too worried. It was unprofessional of me....selfish...God...I'm so sorry. I should have...”

You cut him off with a finger to his lips. “Jonathan. I didn't want to be a field agent, anyway.”

“What?” He said, eyes wide in surprise.

“I...I didn't have my heart set on becoming a field agent. I didn't really want it. I did want to learn new skills, but mostly I wanted,” you averted your eyes, embarrassed, “I wanted more time with you.”

He tipped your chin up to look at him and smiled, “I'm flattered....and you got your wish. And I hope you'll spend a good deal more time with me now?”

“I'd like that...Professor Pine,” you said with a coy smile.

@smolvenger @muddyorbs @gruftiela @gigglingtiggerv2 @unicorn-of-mischief @annoyingsweetsstranger @eleniblue @bookworm-christina @loz-3 @queenoffiresign88 @goblingirlsarah @sweetsigyn

Thanks for reading along, loves. I hope this little two-parter was everything you hoped for.

[cabinofimagines]

Practice Makes Perfect

This serves as a set up as to why you train with Nico every morning. I don't make the rules, I only make the SFU. A comment on the request; I took the vibes, but I left out being claimed. It was slightly confusing phrased but I tried my best! 

Happy birthday Nico!

Pairing: PRE-dating Poly!Solangelo, Will Solace x Gn!reader x Nico di Angelo Request:  IF REQUEST IS NOT CLOSE AGAIN, PLEASE DO A POLY SOLANGELO (if i did spell it wrong please correct me!), its just they're so underrated!! tysm if ever its still close but if it is, i still hope you see this! probably with some combat, like theyre other s/o is just the camp sees as a "not too strong" camper since theyre just really not talkative - mostly just telling the other campers what is best to do and stuff. Probably the s/o not being claimed yet and being claimed when they shine? tysm! Word count: 2.8k Warnings: mention of injury, nothing too graphic. 

Poly!Solangelo mlist 

-Asnyox

It was not often that people criticize your strength. During the years you had spent at Camp Half-Blood you had probably spend most of your time in the infirmary, given that the Apollo cabin tended to be short-staffed when wars happened. This meant that you did not show your fighting power as much as other campers did, but it was fine. You were content with your little place in camp, no need to show off anything.

You weren’t going to lie though, the predicament you found yourself in right now was not optimal. Sherman Yang, son of Ares, had decided to target you during sword practice, and if the immense amount of taunting wasn’t enough to piss you off, it was the fact that you were losing badly. You knew your way around with the sword, it just was not your best weapon and Sherman was a murder machine with any weapon he held. All you could do was dodge and parry his hits, helplessly trying not to die in the process. However, Sherman made quick work of you as he slashed your arm and pushed you to the ground in the process. You looked up at him, scared of the sword that you could not dodge coming your way, only for it to be quickly parried by a black sword.

“That’s enough, Yang,” Nico spat as he held back the son of Ares. Sherman just smiled menacingly, locking eyes with you once again. Nico had seen the fight happening as soon as he entered the arena, and as he saw you in trouble, he felt an unfamiliar anger bubble in his chest. “I’ll kill you next week then, (Y/n),” Sherman removed his sword from Nico’s, “Just to make you see how pathetic you truly are,” he laughed as he walked away. Nico wanted to hit the son of Ares; however, he knew what Sherman’s strength was from watching the training and he did not want to try his chances. When you finally looked away from Sherman, you noticed Nico holding out his hand. Grateful for the help, you grabbed it and stood up, quickly letting go again. Nico looked at his hand, secretly missing your touch, before he looked you over. He glared at the blood on your arm, a need to protect you flashing in his heart.  

“You should get that checked out,” he gestured to your wound, which you had forgotten about momentarily. “Uh, yeah, thanks- for the help I mean,” you smiled weakly at Nico, who seemed like he wanted to say something. You looked at him expectantly, and he just shook his head. “If you need help, just ask me. I’ll be there.” He quickly muttered, as he briskly walked away. You looked at his disappearing form, as you were reminded about the early days of your relationship. He was the reason you got to camp, and you always wished you could have helped him more, or at least properly befriended him after the first great war. These thoughts kept playing in your mind, as the stinging in your arm beckoned you to make your way to the infirmary.

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As Will patched you up, you explained what had happened.

“I just don’t know why Sherman is targeting me right now?” you complained. Will looked up, before he sighed. “He just targets who he wants, (Y/n).” Will checked your wounds once more, to make sure it would heal well before he handed you some ambrosia. You quickly ate the medicine, and your arm was as good as new.

“How am I going to survive?” Will smiled at your dramatics.  

“I am sure you will be fine,” he stated but you looked at him worried. “He only picks me during sword practice, Will,” you sighed, “I suck at sword fighting, and getting my ass beat every time is not teaching me anything except how to apply first aid to my wounds.” Will laughed, when suddenly his eyes lit up with an idea.

“Why don’t you ask Nico to train you? He is pretty good with his sword.” Unbeknownst to you, Nico had confided in Will how he didn’t know how to approach you. Will found it endearing how his boyfriend seemed to become shy whenever you were involved. “You think he would want to?” You asked Will, not wanting to bother Nico too much with your request. Will nodded eagerly. “He cares about you, a lot,” Will got a thoughtful look on his face, “I am fairly sure that he considers you his first friend from camp, he just doesn’t know how to be … friendly.” As Will said this he grimaced a little, “So you need to be a little patient and most importantly, don’t give him the chance to push you away.”

You nodded in understanding.

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Will insisted on accompanying you to Nico. Something about beating his boyfriend up if he tried to deny your request. But that seemed unnecessary because right after Nico and Will greeted each other with a kiss, Nico turned to you.

“Could I teach you how to sword fight?” Nico’s posture seemed rigid, and he squeezed Will’s hand for reassurance. Will looked at his boyfriend endearingly and surprised as he squeezed back, “It’s so you don’t have to rely on Sherman for practice and perhaps you can even beat him next time.” Nico quickly clarified while you were too stunned to speak. After a beat you finally got out of your stupor.

“Please!” You grinned nervously, “That is why I am here actually, if you’re willing, please teach me,” Nico blinked slowly before he seemed to relax a bit. He turned to Will.

“Are they alright to train now?” Nico asked his boyfriend, who gasped. “Are you doubting my doctor skills?” Will put a hand on his heart and Nico rolled his eyes. You looked at the interaction, as you felt your heartbeat strongly. As Will mumbled ‘of course’ to Nico before pressing a kiss on his cheek a sudden surge of longing took over your body. You quickly averted your eyes, cursing yourself for wanting a love life so bad that seeing this private moment made you feel this way. Well, that is if Nico even considered you a friend.

After Will went back to his shift at the infirmary, Nico carefully told you to grab a sword and charge at him. But before you could even move, he told you to stop.

“You need to fix your stance first,” Nico started posing more elaborately to show you how to pose, but after you uncertainly tried to copy his form, he sighed. Slowly, he walked up to you as he put his sword back in its sheath. His hands moved towards you, but he paused suddenly.

“Is it alright if I touch you?” Nico asked, looking you in the eye. You couldn’t make out what he was thinking, his face as stoic as ever. “Yes,” you nodded quickly, “Otherwise I might never learn, right?”

Nico moved carefully forward; his touch almost ghostlike in correcting you. If Nico was surer of himself, he would have grabbed your arm, but he didn’t know whether you would move away from his touch. He did not want to make you uncomfortable, for Nico knew that his touch often was rumoured to bring death. Nico did not know that you wouldn’t have minded his touch.

From here on, Nico continued to guide you through certain moves, often stopping mid swing to carefully tell you how to parry. He pointed out some weak points and promised to work on them with you. He was careful, and after a bit you moved on to some more free sparring together.

“That was good!” Nico complimented you as you sighed. “Good? But you won!” you breathed heavily, your arms sore from the sparring, but unhurt in any other way. “Sure, but you did manage to parry both hits without limiting your mobility.” It might have been your tiredness, but Nico seemed proud, “And your footwork is way better than it was when we started. You’re doing great, (Y/n).” Nico’s compliments made you feel warm inside, and you simply smiled.

“It’s all because of you, you know.” You straightened up, “Maybe we can take a break? My arms are mush.” Nico agreed quickly, still feeling elated from spending time with you. Nico didn’t know why, but simply sparring with you somehow gave him energy. You both walked to the side of the arena and sat down. After a few minutes of silence, Nico spoke up.

“Look, if you want to beat Sherman next week you should try to sweep his leg.” Nico took a sip of water. “That’s not a thing in sword fighting, is it?” You asked and Nico shrugged. “All is fair in a fight, and although Shermans foot work is good, it might be the only thing that is penetrable without too much extra training.”

The dinner bell rang loudly, and only now did you notice you spend almost the entire afternoon together with Nico.

“Ah! I guess this is it for today uh,” You looked at the boy sitting next to you, “Can we train more tomorrow? Perhaps in the morning so Sherman won’t be there?”

Nico nodded in response, before he stood up.

“We could just train together every morning?” he extended his hand out to you, which you grabbed, “It never hurt any demigod to be prepared for a fight after all.” Nico smiled.

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That evening at the campfire Will noticed that his boyfriend seemed more fidgety than normal.

“How did the training go?” Will asked and Nico tensed up. Will carefully looked at his boyfriend, wondering what happened between you and Nico for him to feel so on edge.

“I have something to confess,” Nico started, and Will squeezed his hand. Nico hesitated, feeling guilt in his stomach. He should have thought this through, or first talked it over with Will or-

“What? Did you catch feelings for (Y/n) already?” Will asked teasingly, “Because if so, we can figure something out. They are cool.” Will looked back at his boyfriend, but as he saw Nico blankly stare at him, clearly panicked, Will apologized.

“I’m sorry, this was not the time for jokes. All in your own time, my sun,” Will smiled patiently and Nico’s heart stuttered. Nico wasn’t sure whether it was his brain catching up to what Will was insinuating, or the love he held for his boyfriend, but a warmth overtook his body. “I invited (Y/n) to train every morning but it would mean less opportunity to spend time together for us.” Nico said, looking to the side.

“And?” Will grinned, “You are spending time with a friend, I am proud of you Nico.” Nico at that moment let his guards down and smiled lovingly at his boyfriend. “You are? But what about our time together-” Will pulled Nico into a hug, entangling his fingers in his boyfriend’s hair.

“I always am proud of you,” Will whispered, “And I love you, and if push comes to shove, we can figure something out. But I don’t mind you spending time with (Y/n), I am glad you finally got the chance to.” And, unadmitted, Will could feel his happiness soar at the thought of Nico and you together, or even spending time with the three of you together. Will recognized that perhaps it wasn’t just Nico making friends that made his heart swell, perhaps it was you specifically that made him feel this way. And maybe, the blush that took over Nico’s face after Will’s remark about you meant that he agreed. But that could wait for later, for now he was holding his boyfriend close, and loving him for all that his is.

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A week passed too quickly for your liking. Although you had practiced a lot with Nico, all your confidence disappeared as soon as Sherman glared at you. You had hoped he would wait at least until the scheduled sword practice, but he seemed eager to beat you up.

“You really thought that practicing with death boy could help you?” Sherman glared at Nico, “After this you’ll see you have much more to learn from me than him (Y/n).”

You see, Sherman Yang might come over as solely a bully, but he did not mean it that way. He had noticed that you seemed okay with a sword but could use a better training regimen than hacking at a dummy during practice. Besides this, you also never seemed excited to train sword fighting. So, who better to train and inspire you than him? However, Sherman had not realized that perhaps charging at you heads on was not a way for you to learn how to fight properly, even if it resulted in you actively practicing with the son of Hades in the past week.

Yes, Sherman had kept an eye out on your progress and now was time to test it.

Anyways, Nico tried to ignore Shermans comment as he stood to the side of the fight, ready to intervene if necessary. However, you seemed to hold your own well against the Ares camper. Instead of only dodging and parrying Sherman’s attacks, you managed to almost hit him once or twice before you quickly put your leg behind his and made him tumble to the ground. Seizing the opportunity, you jumped on top of him and put your sword against his neck.

“That was not a sword fighting move, (Y/n).” Sherman spat as he glared at you. “But I won.” You breathed heavily and Sherman pushed you off him, using his body force to keep you down for a few seconds before standing up and brushing off the dirt from his clothes. “This time you can have the victory.” Sherman grinned, an anger glint in his eyes, “But you are not cleared from fighting me.” Sherman grabbed his sword from the ground and walked away.

You sat up, looking for Nico. However, he seemed to have disappeared.

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Nico didn’t know why, but he felt disappointed that you won. He realized as soon as the fight was over that he couldn’t congratulate you without ruining your day. Nico had realized that he only promised to train you until you won from Sherman, and yet he wished he hadn’t just promised that. What if this was it? What if you won’t seek him out afterwards? Nico had not yet realized how much he longed to spend more time with you.

Nico had not realized how attached he could get to your presence.

As soon as Will saw his boyfriend enter the infirmary, he felt slightly panicked. Nico didn’t like coming here, something about the possibility of bringing death into the place, and yet here he was seemingly uninjured.

“Are you alright?” Will kept Nico at a distance as he scanned his body for any invisible injuries, but besides Nico’s slightly paler than normal face nothing seemed wrong. “Is (Y/n) alright? How did the fight go?” Nico looked up with panic and pain in his eyes. Will quickly let go to grab a first aid kit, his adrenaline building as he thought about possible injuries you could have but stopped when Nico grabbed his arm.

“They won,” Nico’s voice sounded small, “And I am upset about it.” Will turned around to face his boyfriend, concern in his eyes. “Can I hug you?” Will carefully asked and Nico nodded. As Will softly engulfed his boyfriend in his arms, “Why do you think you’re upset?” Will felt Nico let out a sigh as Nico put his arms around him.

“I wanted to spend more time with them,” Nico’s voice cracked a little, “But now that they beat Sherman I can’t.” “You know that that’s not true.” Will tightened his hold on his boyfriend, “You can keep training together, or just hang out.”

“But what if (Y/n) doesn’t want to?” Nico’s voice was quiet. “I think they do want to, I bet they will show up for your training tomorrow as they did in the last week even.”

Nico broke away a little from the hug, seeing a soft smile on Will’s face. “And what if they don’t?” Nico asked. “Then you need to ask them,” Will cupped Nico’s cheek, “Or I can help. It’ll work out, I promise.” Nico breathed out deeply and kissed Will slowly, hoping to convey his gratefulness.

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The very next day you were unsure whether Nico would be waiting for your practice session. After all, he had only promised to help you beat Sherman and technically you have done that now. Plus, you still had no idea where he went yesterday after you won your fight. However, as you were making your way into the arena you saw Nico leaning against the wall, looking slightly anxious.

“You’re here.” Nico’s shoulders relaxed as he saw you approach, “I thought that maybe you wouldn’t want to practice together anymore.” “I thought you wouldn’t want to teach me,” you looked sideways, “After all you only promised to help be fight Sherman,” Nico shook his head as he felt his heart stutter. Were you just here to thank him and leave? “But I have to admit,” you continued, “You are a great teacher and I could use some sword skills and-“ you hesitated, “Perhaps we can spend some time doing other things, if we are friends and you’re comfortable and” Nico realized he found it cute when you were nervous for him.

“I would love to spend more time with you and,” the tips of Nico’s lips turned up, “we are friends,” although the skeletal butterflies in Nico’s stomach wanted him to recognize that perhaps he wanted more. But that he would have to discuss with his boyfriend first.

[babygirllinds]

could we please get a crumb from any slimav fic/content/hcs you might have laying around? us slimav girlies are starving <3<3<3

I do already have 2 posts up of my Slimav HCs if you want to see them! (sfw, nsfw)

I would like to add something though! I recently commented this on this Slimav fic written by @secretstudentturtlecowboy (go read it, it’s really good! sfw as well!), but I want to relay it here as well.

Dealing with the fact that Slider and Maverick get together AFTER Ice and Mav already had a go at it (be it a break up or Ice’s death). I don’t see Mav and Slider coming together as a rebound. But I see a sad Mav seeking comfort in someone and Slider sees Mav as someone who needs protecting (he always has seen Mav as someone that needs a lil extra coddling. He’ll tease him effortlessly, but he’s always there to open his arms and give him the comfort he needs).

They’re two people who know the world isn’t perfect and never will be, but that shoulder they so badly need to lean on could be found in the most unexpected place. Slider is there for Mav in his darkest and Mav takes that comfort and lets himself feel something more after feeling like Ice was it for him. Slider sees Maverick curled in his arms one day and feels the most at home he’s felt in a long time and it hit him just how gone he is for him. They navigate through the bumps in the road, but eventually find happiness in each other’s arms.

Now let’s say it’s after Ice’s death (which correlates with my WIP, shoulder to cry on), they find comfort in each other because they both lost a big part of themselves. Maverick can barely hold on, but Slider is holding himself together for the both of them.

Maybe it’s a day Slider wants to make him laugh so they slow dance in the kitchen or have a water fight in the backyard. But they both feel that weight lift slowly and for the first time since Ice’s death, they feel like maybe there’s more than just this. The first time they kiss, it’s slow and deliberate and Maverick almost cries at how guilty he feels, but he can’t stop the way his stomach flips and how he clutches harder onto Slider’s shoulders.

Slider knows he could never replace the love Maverick held for Ice, but he also doesn’t want to. This love is new and exciting and they feel like maybe they can both live again after hurting for so long.

[ “I’m not him. I never will be,” Slider whispers against Maverick’s pulse as he buries his head in his throat.

“I don’t want you to be,” Maverick smiles sadly as he cards his fingers through Slider’s greying hair, “just be my same old Slider.” ]

[magnoliabutters]

• I WANT IT •

pairing: eddie munson (pov) x reader (she/her, 18+)

request: fantastic ideas by @yourmomsmilfmistress, spoilers ahead; so i have an idea for a fic with eddie x fem!reader. the song wet dreams by j. cole is how i got this!! so my thought is that it's eddie pov and it's just basically what the song says except when he gets to her house he ends up chickening out and spills to her that he's a virgin and is all embarrassed but she thinks it's cute and it ends smexy!!!

warnings: 18+ content, mdni, adult language; dwugs mentioned, dirty thoughts, masturbation, porn, semi-realistic first virgin experience, fluffity fluff, protected p in v, just a boat load of eddie cuteness, etc.

word count: ~6.8k

support your author: reblogs for the sweet eddie boy ✨

what now, daddy? •  part one • 

note: i love this so stinkin' much. thank you so much for trusting me with your idea! this song is absolutely perfect for eddie. thank you to @indouloureux for sending milf mistress' beautiful mind my way! also my apologies for the delay ♥️ here are the lyrics in case someone would prefer to read them vs. hear them. this is a continuation of the requested what now, daddy? 🤤 also just wanted to share that this gif be doing things to me. I love this sweet boy with all my heart.

Eddie will always cherish that night. The night where everything changed between him and the girl he loves.

The hangout started off just like any other. Rob, Nance, Steve, him and her. It was filled with laughter and happiness. Jokes and taunts. Every time Eddie took a swig of his beer, he looked her way. Trying to steal a glance of her beautiful smile. He’d never felt like this before. Never felt this overwhelming energy pulling him towards someone. Unfortunately, that someone happens to be his best friend. Fortunate only if things work out. If not, he loses everything. The kind of dilema one writes a song about.

After a joke that went wrong, Eddie was left alone with a furious version of her. But then something just switched, switched like a lamp in complete darkness. She touched him. She told him to sit and just watch her. He watched her touch herself. Undoubtedly the punishment for his joke, but he wasn’t complaining. He wanted to touch her so badly he clawed his own arm. And when she finally said the words - the words he begged for, “Get over here,” … he froze.

Eddie stood. All his blood down in his bottom half. His face paler than usual and he just stood there. He looked at her beautiful body as she laid against his bed. He couldn't move, even though he desperately wanted to. His body wouldn't let him. He couldn't just keep staring at her. Those beautiful eyes of hers staring back at him. He wanted to melt right in front of her. Do whatever she wanted him to do, but he couldn't. It was beyond frustrating.

Quickly, Eddie smiled - trying to smooth talk his way out of this. "You are the most beautiful person I have ever seen," he murmured. He was still stuck standing beside his old chair. "I want our first time together to be perfect," he added. A smile grew on her face. Fuck, she was gorgeous. His heart skipped a beat. "If I'm perfectly honest with you, I'm a bit too high right now and I want to make sure I'm sober for our first time," he said with a chuckle. She giggled alongside him as she crossed her leg over the other.

"I understand," she soothed. "I think I liked that." Eddie's body immediately released him. He rushed to her side, sitting atop the mattress. His hand reached hers and entangled within her fingers. "I loved that. I gotta piss you off some more," he laughed. She bumped his shoulder against his. He wants nothing more than to touch her forever, to never be separated. She felt so good, in any capacity, in any way.

"Do you mind if I stay over?" she asked as she pulled a strand of hair from her gentle face. Eddie smiled. He didn't think he could be happier than in this moment with her. "Please," he said. With a smile, she crawled herself up to the pillows. He followed along beside her as her naked body slid underneath his covers. With a quick movement, he pulled his shirt over his head.

"Can I hold you?" Eddie asked. Nervousness shot a burning pain through his heart. He wanted his arms around her, to pull her against his chest. He's wanted her for as long as he remembered. "You don't have to ask anymore," she whispered as she curled onto his chest.

Without delay, he wrapped his arms tightly around her torso - determined to never let her go. He had never felt more at ease, more safe than with her in his arms. The two fell asleep shortly after that. Their arms and legs intertwined with each other. Two perfect pieces placed together, finally.

As he awoke, Eddie immediately notices the lack of beauty in his grasp. Fear rushes through his mind as he struggles to find you on the bed. She was gone. His eyebrows furrow as he slowly opens his eyes. He quickly finds a note resting against the pillow, now forever her pillow.

Eds, I hope we can have another night like last night... I have an early meeting for band, so I'll catch you at school. Wear those pants I like. - y/n

A smile forms across Eddie's face. He feels the heat flush towards his cheeks. I hope we can have another night like last night, he thinks to himself. She wants to do this again. The thought of you sleeping in his bed another night could keep him alive for the next 10 years. He didn't need anything more. Although, he wants more. And hell yeah is he going to wear those black jeans you always rave about. Anything to keep your eyes on him. He cannot wait to see those beautiful eyes again.

The first opportunity Eddie would see you was Mrs. Peterson's. The thought of that god damned math class puts a bad taste in his mouth. Luckily, he gets to spend that time goofing off, as usual, with you and Robin.

As he grabs some flower from his locker, Eddie turns to see Robin beside him. “Shit, fuck!” he exclaims. “Munson,” she says with a grin. “Buckley,” he matches her energy as he rests his back against the lockers. “When we left, it was real steamy in your trailer. Did you finally make a move?” she asks in excitement. Blush rushes to his cheeks as he tries to hide behind his curled hair. "Oh my god, tell me what happened," Robin says with a higher pitched voice as she grabs hold of his shoulders, giving him a sturdy shake.

"I don't kiss and tell," Eddie says as he pins his chin to his shoulder. Robin covers her mouth, keeping one hand on his shoulder. "Shut up," she mumbles against her palm. With a bite to his lip, he shoots her another smile. "So math?" he says as bounces off the lockers. “I’ll be watching,” she mentions sternly as she walks alongside him down the hall.

Your smile. That’s the first thing Eddie sees. It melts his heart faster than any Dio single. He cannot help the grin that you create. You are absolutely beautiful. You always have been. He always knew you were. Yet, today feels different. That smile he has always adored was now so real. He knew you finally saw him the way he had seen you all these years.

The next thing he saw was your lips. They were beautiful and he is desperate to know what they taste like. He can't help but also admire your incredible legs. The thighs on this girl made him want to daydream forever. He always had to catch himself. His thoughts would run wild. He wants to kiss them - bite them. He wants to live between them - love them.

Luckily for him, Eddie sat beside you in class. He walks over to his desk, with you smiling at him the entire way over. As Mrs. Peterson begins her lesson, he rips out a page from his text book. He writes on a blank section, You look beautiful today. He folds it over and turns towards you. Your eyes on the teacher, like the good student you are.

Eddie softly reaches for your hand as Peterson writes on the chalkboard. With a smirk, you look his way. He opens your hand and places the folded paper onto your palm. Another incredible smile appears as you read his note. You write back and throw it over to his desk.

Love the pants.

Eddie couldn't help but smile. You were his closest friend. Of course you know exactly how to make him laugh. Quickly, he writes back.

I don't think I've ever slept better than last night.

You smile, but your demeanor abruptly shifts. Concern pulls Eddie's brows together as he watches you from the side of his eye. Whatever you were writing seems to make you uncomfortable. It draws fear into his heart.

I want to do that again. Have you ever had sex before?

Eddie could swear he lost his breath upon reading those words. Fortunately for him, he is quick on his feet. He begins to write without hesitation.

Of course I've had sex before. It's one of the few things I'm really good at.

Eddie, of course, is lying. He has never been with anyone before. He couldn't really let himself even think about anyone else, because he was so focused on you. What he wish he could do with you, do to you. If asked, he wouldn't know the reasoning behind his lie. This is his best friend. He should be able to tell you the truth. But after last night? To see you so forward, so beautiful and confident in your own skin. He wasn't sure what your reaction would be if you knew he was a virgin. He didn't want to take that chance.

Oh so you're a pro, huh? Well, why don't you show me exactly how good you are. Tonight?

Shit. Shit. Shit. Eddie's mind races with endless possibilities. Part of his brain is beyond excited. The other is frozen in panic. With a deep breath, he wrote with a shaky hand.

Sounds like a plan. I'll see you at my place. Let's say 8?

Upon your reading, you look over to him with a bite to your lip. Eddie's heart skips a beat. He could feel his stomach turning. His forehead sweating. Tonight's the night. Tonight is truly the night where everything is going to change - again. There's that panic again, tightening beneath his chest - making it difficult to breathe. He struggles to keep a calm face. Your smile keeps him there.

Eddie quickly changes the topic of conversation to Corroded Coffin, something that he knows you enjoy discussing. As the class ends, he stands beside you with the goofiest smile on his face. "I'll see you later," he says. You bite your lip with a huge smile. "I'll see you later," you reply as you grab hold of your backpack. He watches you with adoring eyes as you walk out the front door.

"Dude, I have no clue what happened but your body language was definitely saying something. Are you guys together?" Robin asks, she appears out of nowhere. Her pitch rising in excitement and anticipation. Eddie turns to her. Without addressing her question, he asks, "Where's Steve?" She shoots him a confused look. She reluctantly answers, "At Family Video. Why?" He immediately grabs his things. "Bye," he says as he walks out the door. Robin quickly follows behind him, just to watch him walk out into the school parking lot and drive off in his van.

"Steve," Eddie greets as he bursts through the front doors of the local Family Video. "We gotta talk." Steve's smile grows as he leans onto his elbows across the counter. "I've been waiting," he says. Eddie scoffs in disbelief. "What do you mean you've 'been waiting?'" he asks.

Steve nods as he leans away from the surface. "Why don't you start by telling me what happened last night?" he suggests with a smirk. Eddie's face immediately runs hot, blushing through his cheeks. He knew he came to Steve for some awkward advice, but he did not expect that question. “Let’s just go with a lot,” he sheepishly answers. “I rather talk about tonight.”

“What’s tonight?” Steve asks with excitement in his eyes. Rarely does he see a hopeful version of Steve. He’s usually pained in some way - either can’t have Nancy, doesn’t have any luck with the chicks, or memories of the shit they went through. Either way, this happiness looks good on him. A bit of Eddie is proud that he was part of the reason. “She asked me if I’ve done it before," Eddie answers. “What’d you say?” Steve involuntarily whispers with raised brows and a bit lip.

“That I was a pro,” Eddie says with embarrassment in his voice. He pushes his hand through his hair and dramatically collapses onto the register's counter. “Well, are you?” Steve asks with a smile. Eddie swears based on his expressions that this must be the most entertaining conversation he's had in some time.

“Fuck no, dude! I’ve only kissed Mary Thompson and that was back in the 9th grade," Eddie whines as his hands cover his face. He couldn't help the red hot feeling spreading across his cheeks. “Steve, you gotta help me,” he pleads as he peers through his fingers.

Steve slowly nods, continuing to bite his lips. Eddie is sure that he was biting his mouth closed so that he wouldn't laugh. It just made the nervous pit in his stomach even worse. “What do you need help with?” Steve asks with a shaken tone. He was indeed trying his best not to laugh at the innocent boy. “The whole thing! I don’t know what I’m doing!” Eddie exclaims with a twinge of desperation.

Steve takes in a deep breath, cracking his neck side to side. He attempts to let go of his amusement so that he can best support one of his closest friends. “Here, follow me,” he gestures to Eddie and walks him over to the adult section of the Family Video. Eddie is quite surprised that there is a triple X section in a store called "Family Video." Steve waltzes into the section without worry. Whereas, Eddie looks around the entire space. He shoots an awkward smile towards a set of parents and child looking back at him.

Steve reaches onto the shelf and shoves a VHS against Eddie’s chest. “You have condoms?” he asks. “No,” Eddie answers honestly. His eyes widen as he completely forgot that that was something he might need tonight. Steve rolls his eyes in laughable annoyance. “Dude, it’s not like I woke up today and knew I was going to be having sex later!” Eddie exclaims. The surrounding customers give him disgusted looks as they turn towards his booming voice. A mother covers her child's ears. He nervously smiles and gestures an apology.

Steve quickly reaches into his wallet and takes out a string of five condoms. He holds them tightly between two of his fingers as he pins them to Eddie’s chest. “When you’re watching, try to keep up with them as long as you can. Also, wear a condom when you do so you can get used to it," he says with sincerity. "It's not going to feel the same." Eddie quickly nods as he holds the tape and condoms to his chest.

“I expect a detailed report in the morning," Steve says with a growing smile on his face. He leads the pairing back to the front desk. ��Like I told Buckley, I don’t kiss and tell," Eddie smirks as he places his new-found items into his leather jacket's pockets. He waves goodbye as he makes his way to the front door. “You’ll be doing a lot more than kissing, Munson,” Steve yells through the store. The edges of his mouth pull down as he notices the annoyed looks his way. "Sorry, folks," he says with a nervous chuckle. Eddie laughs as he walks through the glass paned doors.

Eddie opens the door to his trailer and is met face to face with his uncle. "Jesus shit!" Eddie exclaims as he walks through the threshold. "What, son? Didn't expect me?" Wayne laughs with a raspy tone. "I'm on my way out. Just had to stop by for some lunch. I left a sandwich for you in the fridge." Eddie smirks, "Thanks, Wayne."

Wayne approaches him with his keys in hand. "I won't be home until the morning. I picked up the graveyard shift," he says as he places a gentle hand upon Eddie's shoulder. Eddie smiles and nods. "Be safe," he says as he walks past him and out the door. "Always," he smiles.

As nonchalantly as possible, Eddie quickly deadbolts the front door. He takes off his jacket and rushes to the tv. He places the tape into the VHS player and leans back onto the couch. He rips off one of the condom packs. As the video begins, he starts to unbutton his pants. He pulls down his jeans from side to side until they rest at his ankles. His plaid white and blue boxers lay gently against his thighs.

The words "Driller" appear upon the screen. Eddie can't help but laugh a bit. He adjusts his sit as he leans firmly against the backing of the couch. A cheerleader appears on the screen. Her uniform barely covering her ass. Her top revealing her midriff and leaving nothing to imagine when it came to her cleavage. In comes a footballer, he still wears his uniform. It looks scuffed up, as though he just finished a game.

The dialogue was enough to make Eddie snort. He finds it quite corny. However, when the two begin to kiss, he could feel that firm feeling in his boxers as the blood rushes down. He watches as the man places his hand upon her waist. How her arms wrap around his neck. Her hands deep within his hair.

As he lifts her skirt, Eddie couldn't get past the idea of a football player and cheerleader. He couldn't identify with either individual and it continued to pull him out of the pleasure. He finds it amusing to think that Steve would actually find this desirable. He clears his throat and closes his eyes as he attempts to connect with the storyline in front of him.

As his eyes close, Eddie hears the sweet moans of the woman on the tape. He smiles as he tucks his hand beneath his boxer's waist line. He feels his hardened self as his eyes remain closed. His thoughts finally bring him back to you. The idea of these beautiful moans coming from your incredible lips.

Eddie opens his eyes to pull his hard cock out. He slowly opens the condom wrapper and gently places the condom on to his thick piece. Steve was right, it definitely felt different. He grasps onto his girth, also being mindful of the end of the condom so it remains on for the remainder of the tape.

His mind drifts as he closes his eyes again. How would you sound if he held onto your waist as he kissed you? How would you sound if he grinded against you as you both laid on his bed? Would you be on top or would he? How would it feel to put his thickness into your mouth? How would you sound when he finally slid inside you? How would you feel? God, you have to feel good. It must be incredible.

Eddie's breathing heavies as he becomes more excited in his thoughts. His strokes are rhythmic and tight. He hears the woman's moans shift. They become louder in nature, higher in pitch. He thinks of how loud you'd get as he thrusts deeper into you. How your moans may become louder, quicker. He hopes he'd make you feel so fucking good. The thought of you cumming against him. To feel you tighten around his cock...

"Fuck," Eddie whimpers as his stomach tightens and turns. He feels light headed as he hears the woman on the tape whimper and moan quicker and quicker until... He feels the pressure release as he groans through the high. A part of him is surprised as he didn't feel the familiar warm liquid splash against his thighs and stomach.

When he finally comes up for air, Eddie slowly opens his eyes to see the condom filled and bubbling up around his grip. He smiles, feeling accomplished. He carefully takes off the condom and quickly disposes of it. He returns to the tv to pause the film. He notes that the video was 6 minutes in. It took about 3 minutes for any action to truly start. He laughs as he feels proud that he made it past 1 minute 30 seconds, which was his latest record. "Alright, Munson. Let's at least make it to 5 minutes," he hypes himself up. He hits play and returns back to the couch. He waits for himself to harden up again before reaching for another condom. "Okay, 2 more to go," he says as he places the latex against the tip of his cock. "5-minutes, here we come." He closes his eyes once more.

Eddie cleans the trailer as fast as humanly possible. He spends quite sometime picking out and cleaning the right sheets for his bed. He spends even more time adjusting the pillows on the couch. Anything to keep his nervous mind from acknowledging the huge deal that is tonight. He continues to run his hands through his curly hair as the digital clock counts down to 8:00 pm.

Tightness claims Eddie's chest as he hears a knock upon the door. He grips tightly against his kitchen counter. He lets out a smooth release of air as he shakes out his nerves. "You got this," he whispers under his breath. He lightly smacks his palms against the surface as he plasters a smile upon his face. He walks over to the front door. As he reaches out, he notices the shake of his hand. He takes another deep breath and watches as the hand before him stills.

Eddie twists open the door knob and takes a look at you standing before him. He watches in happiness as he studies your body. He notices your beautiful lush eyelashes and your soft healthy hair. "Hi," you say with an anxious smile. Eddie laughs as he realizes he forgot to greet you. He was too busy attending to your beauty. "Hi, y/n! Sorry about that. You look incredible," he stutters out with a growing smile. He watches as you giggle. "Come on in," he shares as he steps aside.

"How was the rest of your day, Eds?" you ask him as you uncomfortably stand in his living room. He watches as your eyes scan over the space. "It was great. I got some cleaning done," he says as he gestures towards the couch. You follow closely behind him. "I see that," you answer as you sit back onto the cushions. "It looks nice. I don't think I've ever seen it this nice." He shoots you a grin as he sits beside you.

"How about you?" Eddie asks as he turns to look at you. The way you take his breath away every time he has a chance to glance at you has become more and more of a familiar feeling. "It was pretty good," you answer as you pull your eyes from him. "I kept thinking about tonight," you nervously whisper. His heart beats harder than ever before. He lets out a shaky breath. "Yeah," he chuckles. "I honestly haven't stopped thinking about it either."

You turn towards Eddie and place your hand atop his thigh. His heart skips a beat as his entire body focuses on where yours meets his. He notices how your smile slowly disappears from your mouth. His brows pull together in confusion and worry. "Um," you say with a weak voice. "Do you have any goodies? I-I think I'd probably do better after a hit." He quickly nods and lets out a relieved chuckle. "Yeah, yeah. Same here," he replies. "Calm the nerves. I like where your head's at."

Eddie stands and walks over to his bedroom. He reaches into his dresser to find the rolled up joint he got from his dealer earlier this week. Once having hands on, he turns to see you in his bedroom doorway. "Hey," he says breathlessly. "Got it." You smile as you lean against the threshold. "I got a lighter," you quietly say as you reach into your jean's pocket and pull out a silver Zippo. He instinctually sits on the bed, where he usually enjoys his joints, and sends a welcoming smile your way. You slowly sit beside him and flip open the lighter. Your thumb igniting the flame.

Eddie places the joint between his lips as he slowly leans in to light its tip. He takes in a deep puff a smoke. He watches as the cherry at the end grows larger. While holding in the smoke, he takes the joint from his lips and hands it to you. Something you both are quite comfortable with. Your hangouts without Nancy, Steve, and Robin often revolve around the presence of marijuana. You gently take the jay between your two fingers and bring it to your lips. He cannot help but adore every feature of your face as you take in the smoke. He finds you incredibly beautiful. It's almost impossible not to look at you.

As you let the smoke gracefully flow from your mouth, you hand him back the flame. Eddie smiles as he takes one more hit. You follow behind him and close your eyes as you do. His heart beats rapidly as his eyes cannot move away from your lips. "Okay, I think that's good," he watches your mouth say. "Nerves calmed?" he asks gently. "As much as they're going to be," you answer with a low chuckle.

Eddie watches as your hand is placed gently against his cheek. He initially feels an abundance of nerves directed to your touch, but then a sudden wave of comfort. He leans into your palm. His body wants to kiss you, his chest tightens at the thought. With bravery, he leans into his instinct as he tilts his face onto your hand. He places a sweet kiss against your skin as his eyes peer up at you innocently.

Your hand moves from his lips, from his cheek, and up through the curls of his hair. Eddie watches as you move closer to him. Finally, your hand gathers hair behind the base of his skull. He follows your lead as you pull him closer to you. His eyes struggle to focus between your lips and your eyes. He knows where you're bringing him and it makes him all the more nervous. He watches as you lick your lips and end in a bite of your bottom. He likes that. He likes that a whole lot.

Without anything being said, Eddie closes his eyes as his lips press against your soft mouth. As your bodies connect, he feels an overwhelming sense of finality and long awaited acceptance. He has loved you since the day he met you. He has been waiting for this day - not to have sex, but simply just to kiss you. He has thought of it for days on end, almost every night. He waited patiently for something he knew had a good chance of never happening. And yet? Here you two are. Best friends abruptly turned into something else.

Everything is put into this kiss. Everything that Eddie has to offer. God, he hopes it’s enough for you even though he knows in his heart that you deserve so much more. He’s shocked when he feels your lips dance against his. You kiss him back. Pleasure and passion flushes through his body. The nerves are left in the dust as he allows his body to be in control. It shockingly knows exactly what to do when met with the girl he loves.

Eddie presses his tongue softly against your mouth. He wants more, but only if you want more too. He feels your other hand placed gently against his chest. He worries that you might feel his heart beat. That you might know how much he loves you. With what he believes is sheer luck, your mouth opens and invites him in.

Your embrace becomes deeper as you both pour into each other. Eddie’s hands fall upon your waist, but he pulls you closer and closer to him. He watches as you oblige his nonverbal request and straddle his lap. He feels your hands brush through his hair. Your grip tightens as his kisses turn into little love bites. He feels you moan against his skin. Your voice reverberating through both your mouths.

Eddie feels your hands travel down his back and at his waist. They move to his front and are suddenly upon his belt buckle. Shit this is it, he thinks as he tries to remain calm. He pushes deeper into his kisses, trying to pull his thoughts away from your wandering hands. Then suddenly, he feels your hips grinding against him. He hears your whimpers and breathing louder against his mouth. He feels the tightness in his chest subside once again as he holds you closer against his body.

Your hand unbuttons Eddie's jeans. You slowly slide your hand above his boxers and gently grab hold of the firm mass between his legs. His eyes open as he watches a shaky breath roll off your tongue. Your beautiful face as you nervously grab hold of him. He struggles to keep his eyes open as he feels you rubbing against him. "Shit," escapes his mouth as his hands tighten around your hips. "Don't stop, please," he asks breathlessly.

As you bite your lip, you whisper, "I want it." Eddie's eyes open and fall upon yours. "You sure?" he murmurs. You nod your head and stand. You begin by lifting your shirt over your head. He notices you undress quicker this time. Maybe because you have already shown him this part of you. With a nervous hand, he takes his shirt off, then lifts himself off the edge of the bed and pulls his pants and boxers down.

Eddie nervously watches as your eyes fall upon him. He watches as your eyes travel down his torso. You stop at each of his tattoos, almost as though you’ve never seen them. Despite the fact that you were there when he got at least two of them.

Suddenly, self-doubt rushes through his body as your eyes lower. He hopes he's big enough for you. You smile and bite your lip at the sight of him. Your knees pull together as you lightly cover your tits with your arm. "D-do you have condom?" she asks hesitantly. He laughs and bends over to reach for his pants. "Shit, I forgot," he mumbles under his breath as he grabs hold of his last condom from the jeans' pocket. He concentrates on perfectly placing it upon his unit. He smooths out its ridges as it gradually rolls over his skin. His eyes fall back upon yours once he's done. He notes the quick movements of your lips as you watch him.

"It's okay," Eddie says with his arms stretch towards you. "Whenever you're ready. There's no rush." You nod with sigh. With a deep swallow, you share, "I just - I gotta say something before..." You drop the sentence as your body language becomes more uncomfortable. "Do you want a blanket?" he asks, immediately concerned. "Thank you, Eddie, but no," you say with a small grin.

Eddie smiles as you sit down beside him. Your eyes on your hands as fingers wiggle atop your thighs. "I know you're a pro and all, um, but... uh, please be gentle?" you struggle to get out. "I've never done this before," you whisper. He recognizes your vulnerability. He also remembers that you hate being vulnerable. He would do anything to make you feel comfortable, to feel safe in this moment with him.

"Hey, y/n," Eddie says as his finger pulls your chin towards him. You watch him with anxiety sprawled across your gaze. "I lied to you before," he says with a hesitant chuckle. "I haven't," he starts. With a deep breath, he continues, "I'm a virgin." His eyes hang onto every feature of your face. He desperately looks for any sign of anger, distress, frustration, annoyance; anything. He's shocked to see a smile and rose on your cheeks.

"You don't know how happy I am to hear that," you murmur as your arms wrap around his neck. "You are?" he asks in disbelief. "I was honestly so pissed to hear that you've done this before. I think that's what gave me the courage to suggest tonight," you share hesitantly. "Pissed?" he laughs, still completely dumbfounded with your reaction. "Yeah, I was pissed. Like how dare you lose your virginity and not tell your best friend?" you say with laughter. He joins you after a clear scoff.

“Okay, well, I only lied because of last night,” Eddie says confidently. You smirk and bite your lip as blush rushes to your cheeks. “That was pretty bold, huh?” you ask. “Whatever it was, I am so thankful,” he murmurs. “I can’t look at that chair anymore,” you giggle. He laughs as he follows your gaze towards the rickety wooden chair intentionally placed neatly against the wall. “It’s funny how that chair has suddenly become my most prized possession,” he says light-heartedly. “I’m keeping it forever.” You place a gentle hand upon his cheek. “I hope you will,” you whisper.

"So you don't mind?" Eddie asks with worry in his voice. "No," you answer as you place a gentle kiss on his flushed cheeks. "This is both of our first times. This night just got so much better," you add against his lips. A huge smile sprawls across his face as he gently pulls you back onto his lap. You straddle the very tops of his thighs. His hard cock held tightly against his stomach. He watches as you scoot closer to him. The base of his pole touching just below your belly button.

"You ready?" he murmurs as he pushes strands of your hair away from your face. He does not want a single thing to obstruct his view of you. He watches as you place your weight upon your knees, sitting up and inching even closer to him. You hover just above his cock. His breathing shaky. He keeps his eyes on you, as the sight of you keeps him calm and comforted.

Slowly, Eddie feels the warm slippery surface flirt with the top of his hardened dick. His hand quickly moves to his base as he holds it still for you. His mind wraps with pleasure as you sink deeper onto him. He’s abruptly pulled from his thoughts once he hears your wincing. He watches as your mouth and brows twitch in pain.

“Hey, hey,” he soothes quietly as you take in a quick breath of air. “Go slow. Don’t worry about me. Little by little,” he nods. It was his turn to place his hand against your cheek. His thumb rubs against your cheekbone. You nod against his palm as you slowly take more of him but stop every so often for a break. His eyes roll back in pleasure. His eyes squint as he takes smooth breaths in response to each of your movements. “You are so beautiful,” he whispers against your lips. He crashes his mouth against yours, careful to remain as still as possible.

You smile against his mouth as you take more and more. Soft gasps escape your lips with each inch. In retrospect, he is quite thankful for your slow movements. He is 100% sure without his concern of hurting you keeping him distracted that he would have busted upon your initial touch.

Finally, your thighs rest against his. There is no longer space between both of your bodies. Eddie’s arms wrap around your torso. He holds you in a tight but gentle embrace. He follows his instincts by placing soft kisses across your collarbones. He can feel you relax atop him after a minute or two of your loving hold. You breathlessly say, “I’m g-going to try something.” He nods quickly as he watches your movements. You slowly raise up. He feels a warm, dragging, pleasurable sensation against his cock. He bites harshly against his lips, trying to keep his heart rate down.

Gradually, you begin to move up and down upon his dick. Eddie watches you for any hint of pain. He recognizes the moment the pain becomes something else. Then the moans begin. He feels a weight fall from his chest as his worry subsides. You moan against his ear as your arms tighten around his neck. God, you sound so much better than he could have imagined.

“Eddie,” you whimper against him. His eyes roll back. One of his hands grips tightly against the sheets. His other supporting the small of your back. “Shit, shit,” he feels himself bubbling up. That tightness returning to his stomach. His legs tense. His feet crash against each other. He lets out sharp breathes between his lips as he prays to the gods to please let him stay here a little bit longer.

You must have felt him tense up as you whisper, “Breathe, baby. Breathe with me.” He slightly opens one eye as he takes in a deep breath. Your movements slow. He follows your breaths, breathing in when you do. Exhaling with you. He begins to feel that knot untangle in his stomach.

“I’m going to catch up with you,” you say through your bit lip. Eddie hastily nods his head as he continues his deep breathing. He watches as your hand reaches down between you both. You begin to touch yourself with the tips of your fingers just like you did last night. Upon seeing that, he struggles to maintain his breathing. He watches as your head rolls back. Your nipples harden. Your grinding quickens.

"Can I?" he softly asks. Your eyes open. You smile as you grab hold of his hand. He follows your guidance down to your groan. You place his fingertips against your clit. He feels your warm slick, which pushes rolls of electricity throughout his body. "Now, just rub," you whisper. He rubs but immediately hears her wince. "Oh no! What'd I do?" he asks with worry. "Just a little lighter pressure. Start off slow," she mumbles as her chest raises against his face. "I'm so sorry," he mutters under his breath quietly. "It's okay, you-you feel good now," you murmur against him.

Eddie feels you grinding against his fingers, against his cock. His breathing becomes harder and harder to sustain. "Fuck, baby. I-I don't know if this breathing is helping me much anymore," he whimpers against you. "I'm almost there, I'm-," you stop to moan as your grinding gets faster. His head hangs back as he pleads for dear life. The tightness in his stomach churning. His hands gripping harshly to the sheets below them. He swears he's about to rip them. Anything to pull his focus from the blood rushing straight to his bottom half.

"Fuck, Eddie. Oh my god," you whimper as you grind against his lap. Eddie's legs tighten. His hand wraps around your hips. He holds you still as his body overwhelms him. His body now having a mind of its own as he thrusts into you. It is hard to focus on anything else. "I'm gonna-" he starts. You quickly interrupt, "Cum inside me, daddy. Please."

Eddie holds onto you even harder. "Jesus fuck!" he exclaims as he feels that abundance of pleasure through his release. He feels your body tighten around him as you moan louder against his lips. He's instantly pulled from his own pleasure to watch you orgasm onto him. He watches with absolute adoration and shock. This is the best thing he has ever experienced. This is the best night of his life. You are the most beautiful person he has ever seen, ever will see. He cannot pull his eyes from you.

As you both ride out your highs, both sweat filled foreheads, Eddie wraps his arms around your torso once more. Your head rests at the crook of his neck. Your breath heavy against his skin. "Holy shit," you breathlessly giggle against him. "Holy shit is right," he responds with a smirk. "I can't imagine doing that with anyone else." The smile upon your face leaves a wonderful warmth in his heart. In that moment, he promises to the universe that he will work his hardest to make you smile as often as he can.

Eddie feels your body collapse against him. Your breath remains heavy. In a gentle attempt, he picks you up and slides both your bodies back to the top of the mattress. He pulls the covers over your beautiful body and lays your head softly against his pillow. He quickly discards the condom and lays beside you. As he settles down, you wrap your arm up to his shoulder and cuddle closer into his chest. He swears he will never be happier than in this moment. He cannot help the smile upon his face. It honestly hurts his cheeks.

He watches as you begin to snore beside him. You completely passed out after you came. He absolutely loves this new information about you and finds it incredibly endearing. He tucks a strand of hair behind your ear. You were so gorgeous resting there. He is beyond thankful and lucky to be beside you. "I love you, sweet girl," he murmurs as he places a kiss upon your forehead. "I always have and always will." He pulls you closer into his chest. Eddie never wants to let you go.

note: guys, i loved writing this so much. i think i'm pretty proud of this one. please tell me if you want more. i want more.

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[imhereforscm]

I finally shifted to my new apartment which is in the outskirts of the city and it is so beautiful. The temperature is also perfect for fall. My neighbor is a sweet old lady. Can you write another comfort fic with Tauxolouve where he and i take a walk at night and discuss our future, afterwards we eat a ice cream and go back home? Please. I am alone here looking at the stars, i wish he was here with me.

"Everything will find their way" Part 2

Genre: comfort

Warnings: none

A/N: I'm very very sorry for the delay, sweetie!! I hope that's satisfactory, but if it isn't for whatever reason, don't hesitate to tell me and I will write it again. I really don't mind!💖💖💖💖💖💖 Love you!

The stars twinkled from above and you shoved your hands in your pockets, protecting them from the coolness of the breeze.

Autumn was settling into your lives and it was already perfect. The cool weather, the leaves turning brown, orange and yellow and your favourite warm jacket was back around you.

You had gone out to dispose of the trash and when you came back, the sparkling sky stole your breath away.

You stood there in front of your house, your head tilted upwards in admiration of the night sky, which wore all of its jewelry at this hour.

Staring up at the countless silver freckles, a tang of longing stirred within you. The stars always amazed you, but ever since meeting Tauxolouve, suddenly, he was everywhere.

He was in the stars, which reminded you of how his dark eyes shone in every light. He was in the fireplace, offering you the warmth of his embrace. He was in the sweet scent of desserts, letting you indulge into his caramel scent. He was your home, welcoming, warm and enchanting you with every single glance.

You wished he could be here with you, holding you and talking to you. You missed him... So badly.

"Hey." You heard a soft voice from behind you and your stomach tingled at the happiness warming you up on the inside.

"Louie." You said and turned around, wrapping your arms around him as soon as he was close.

He chuckled and hugged you back, squeezing you in his arms just like you've been dreaming of. "How's my angel doing?"

You looked up at him and spoke without letting go of him. You told him about your beautiful apartment and the lovely elderly lady that you had as your neighbour. And you even told him about the weather and how excited you've been for this autumn.

He cupped your cheeks and pulled your face close, your lips meeting and your heart flattering at the sensation of his soft lips fitting so well against yours.

Pulling away, he still held your face, his thumbs tracing your cheek bones as he looked deeply into your eyes with soft and affectionate eyes. "So you like it here?"

"Yeah, I do." You answered. "Everything's good so far. Although, at times it still feels odd."

Tauxolouve's hands fell away from your cheeks and reached for your hand, holding it softly within his. "Want to take a walk?"

"Right now?"

He nodded. "Would you be alright with that?"

"Yes, I trust you."

He smiled at that and gave your hand a squeeze, pulling you along as the two of you stepped out onto the pavement, fallen leaves crunching beneath your shoes and making you grin.

The stars and moon were watching you overhead and marveled at how lovingly you glanced at each other as you walked side by side.

Tauxolouve's thumb traced circles on the back of your hand and then brought it to his lips, kissing it softly. "Right now everything feels a little... Odd, as you described, although it is pleasant in the most part." He began. "That's because you just came here and you haven't made any memories yet. But the more you stay and the more you interact with people, your presence will be imprinted here and everything will feel natural."

"You have a nice way of saying things."

He smiled, looking down at his feet. "I just know you'll be happy. You already did the first step and you've found very pleasant things."

Your hand laced farther with his and you laid your head on his shoulder as you walked.

The atmosphere was comfortable and the moonlight was bright as it fell on your path, along with the starlight.

The darkness around you grew thinner as you neared a more public place and your eyes lit up at the first shop you beheld.

"Louie!"

He hummed, his attention focused on you.

"Ice cream." You pointed to the shop whose white light was crawling across the parking lot. "Let's get some!" You said, eagerly and Tauxolouve couldn't even dream of denying that face. You looked so happy and carefree, it was contagious.

"Sure, let's go." He smiled and ruffled your hair softly.

The two of you walked into the store and you tugged him closer to the glass of the fridge and showed him the display of the flavours. His face changed from skeptical to interested and to confident again and you found yourself chuckling at that.

Your cups with the ice cream were cold against your palms as you left the shop and you giggled like little kids, talking among yourselves as you walked to a nearby park and sat down on a bench.

You brought a spoonful of ice cream to your mouth and your lips curled up pleasantly at the sweetness coating your tongue, as you watched a black cat pass by quietly.

"And..." Tauxolouve spoke softly, looking up from his ice cream. "It is obvious, but I'm still gonna say it: I will always be here. I'll be here through your sad times and through your happy times. I will always love you and care for you."

With one hand, you held the cup and with your free one, you reached out for him. "Louie..." You offered him a sentimental smile. "Thank you."

"The future can't be foreseen, but..." He lowered his lips onto your hand and kissed you sweetly. "I assure you, I'll always be a part of it."

[wardenswateringhole]

The Last Hunt - Part 1

Vampire Gateau x Vampire Hunter Emmet

This is the continuation of Undying Love

CW:

Blood (duh)

Violence

Cut placed for convenience. Enjoy.

Gateau hummed as he held Ingo to his chest. Ingo's warm body contrasted so heavily with his chilled skin. Soft blankets cocooned them together. Moonlight drifted in through a window. It was quiet and peaceful in this moment. Ingo chuckled as Gateau placed a hand on his swollen belly and felt light nudges against his hand.

“Someone isn't ready for bed...” Ingo smiled. “Not even born yet and already being difficult...”

“Ah but you both need rest.” Gateau nuzzled into Ingo's neck and rubbed the fussing soul not yet aware of the world. “We may play tomorrow. I could tell you another story. Would you like that, Little One?”

Frenzied kicks against his palm made Gateau laugh. “I will take that as a yes.” He sighed. “What about you, my dear? Anything you would like?”

“Just you.” Ingo answered, squeezing Gateau's arm against him. “As long as you're with me, everything is perfect.”

Gateau chuckled. “At least you are easy to please.” The pair laughed. The happy sound filling the silence of the night. It faded softly with sighs of contentment.

“Rest now, my loves. I will be here to greet you when you wake...”

“I love you, Ga--”

The shrill sound of something shattering rang out. Gateau shot upright. His eyes scanned the darkness as his ears listened vigilantly. Ingo sat up as well, a worried hand to his stomach. “What was that?”

“Intruder.” Gateau muttered. “They sound armed.”

Gateau pulled Ingo close to him and kissed his lips gently. Soft violet eyes stared at Ingo lovingly. “Stay here where it is safe. I will be back as soon as I can.”

Ingo wanted so badly to pull Gateau back when he left the bed. He was well aware that Gateau could handle himself. This wasn't the first encounter that was had since Ingo's arrival at Gateau's mansion. He had seen Gateau offer aid to a lost family one night and cut down a violent vagabond another.

Ingo had remained hidden through them all. Gateau asked it of him. Since they had found Ingo was pregnant, Gateau's protective nature had increased one hundred fold. There was no telling how others would react to a human carrying a vampire child, no matter how harmless they seemed.

Gateau made it a point to only feed on the ones that fought him. Ingo witnessed it once. It was far more violent than the bites he had received in their moments of intimacy. He was sure to excuse himself after that. Gateau still needed sustenance, just as he did. No matter how disturbing Ingo had found it to be.

Ingo watched Gateau quickly pull on a couple of articles of loose clothing before moving toward the door. “Please be careful.” Ingo called out after him. “I love you.”

“I will. Please do not worry. I love you too.”

The heavy door shut behind Gateau. Ingo sat in the bed, his heart beating hard and a squirming restless child within.

–

Gateau moved quickly down the corridor toward the foyer. The jingle of metal teased his ears. The intruder was not concerned with being stealthy.

Scenarios blazed through Gateau's mind. Best case scenario, it was a merchant who was clumsy and knocked something over. The worst case scenario...

Gateau entered the foyer to see a cloaked figure with a wide rimmed hat standing over the shattered remains of a vase that had been by the front door. They scarcely moved as Gateau appeared. Gateau moved toward them slowly but stopped as the hat rotated toward him, the figure's features completely hidden beneath it.

“Ah. Monster. There you are.” The figure regarded Gateau with a monotone voice. “A bit of broken porcelain brought you out.” They kicked at the shards of broken pottery. “So vain. Materialistic. Predictable.”

“Have you come to destroy my possessions and insult me before killing me, hunter?” Gateau scoffed. “Spare the theatrics and get on with your task. I am already bored with your presence.” Gateau stared at the figure curiously as they let out a quiet ominous laugh.

“No, Monster. I intend to draw this out. I am certain that you have taken something verrry precious to me. I am Emmet. I am here to take my brother back.”

Gateau's eyes narrowed. “Brother? You will have to be more specific. I so rarely have visitors.”

The figure's hand settled on the wide rimmed hat that obscured his face. “It will be easy for you to remember.” The hat was lifted away revealing silver eyes and silver hair just like Ingo's. The only difference was a wide unsettling smile that sat unwavering from the stranger's face. “He looks like me.”

Emmet tossed the hat aside and began to move slowly around Gateau. “Surely my face rings familiar? One of your meals? Or maybe... one of your thralls?”

Gateau began to step back slowly. This was not his first encounter with a vampire hunter. They often tried to pin him against the door to limit his movement. Old trick, but an advanced one. Younger hunters would just charge to their deaths. The veterans lived long enough to learn to take it slow. This man was not old. He looked young and bright, just like Ingo. He obviously was made of stronger stuff than the other hunters in the past.

“You are Ingo's brother.” Gateau spoke carefully, not willing to reveal more information than he needed to. “I am afraid he neglected to mention that he had a brother.”

“Was that before you killed him?” Emmet hissed, his hand slipping under his cloak. Gateau shook his head.

“He is alive and safe. I can take you to meet him if you like...”

“I am not so gullible as to fall for such a trick! I will not be made one of your pets like you did him!”

Gateau sighed. The hunter was not going to listen. Gateau had hoped it would not come to blows, but he could see it was unavoidable. Ingo was going to be very upset with him.

“Not a thrall.” Gateau grinned. “He was just so delectable. I kept his body around for seconds.”

“BASTARD!” Emmet screamed before rushing Gateau. His hidden hand made itself known once more with a swing toward Gateau. The blur of a wooden stake was not lost to Gateau. He dodged easily. Despite the airs the hunter had put on, he was still painfully human and a slave to his emotions. Goading him into making the first move was easier than Gateau had anticipated.

Gateau could feel the fire coming from Emmet's soul in his stare. The hunter swung angrily. His cheeks grew red with rage as Gateau side stepped the assault with ease. Gateau lifted his arm and swung and open palm at Emmet only for the hunter to back-flip away quickly.

Gateau could see the hunter's jaw tense with a look of annoyance. He looked down to find the stake planted deep in his chest, too far off mark to matter. He pulled it free and examined the wooden weapon. Blood stained around the hole in his shirt while the hole in his chest quickly closed. Gateau scoffed. “I wish you people would learn to aim.”

A glint of steel caught Gateau's eye as he tossed the bloody stake aside. Emmet sprang forth once more with sword in hand. Gateau could feel the wind off the blade as it blew past him. He stepped back just as a followup swing snagged his shirt, ripping it wide. A moment of concern sparked within him as he backed into a side table. His saving grace was in the form of a iron candelabra. He grabbed it and deflected the sword as it headed straight for his exposed chest.

Gateau had strength and experience on his side, but Emmet had quickness and evasion. For every heavy swing from Gateau, Emmet moved like a flash out of the way. For every attempted hit from Emmet, Gateau blocked it with ease. They moved in graceful circles as the battle raged on, like two dancers in hell's ballroom. The clanging of metal on metal and their grunts and huffs the only music that echoed in the halls of Gateau's mansion.

An unlucky swing granted Gateau an opening. He pushed Emmet's sword upward with the candelabra. “Your form is sloppy.”

“Eat a dick, Monster!”

“You offering?”

Emmet's expression shifted in shock. Gateau grabbed his wrist in the moment of distraction. He twisted and squeezed the joint, forcing Emmet to drop the sword. A large boot to his chest sent Emmet flying back toward the front door. He landed hard on the tiled floor, air leaving his lungs on impact. Gateau's laughter filled the foyer as he slowly tried to get back up.

Gateau lowered his gaze and shook his head. “Really now... Is that all you have, Hunter? Ingo should have told me his brother was such a--”

Gateau looked up just in time to see a glimmer of light headed toward him. His hand grasped the air in front of his forehead. A crossbow bolt sat tightly in his grasp. Blood trickled down into his eyebrow. The skin around the wound sizzled slightly, throwing a whiff of burnt flesh into the air.

Silver.

Emmet knelt on the ground with a crossbow pointed at his opponent, still panting heavily. His grin drawn back into a murderous sneer.

Gateau tossed the bolt away. His eyes widened and the playful smirk was gone. Not a word was spoken before Gateau closed the distance between himself and the downed hunter. Emmet swung the crossbow at Gateau in an effort to defend himself only to see it grabbed and pulled free of his own grip. It clattered uselessly against the far wall as Emmet stared into Gateau's glowing purple eyes. Gateau's hand grasped a hand full of hair at the nape of Emmet's neck and yanked him close. Emmet struggled against him desperately but could not stop the inevitable.

Gateau's fangs dug into Emmet's neck mercilessly. Blood erupted around his mouth and poured down Emmet's chest and back. Emmet gulped for air that did not seem to come to him. His hands pushed at Gateau's chest and grabbed feebly at Gateau's arm. Gateau could feel the quick thumping of Emmet's heart slow by the second. Emmet's movements grew weaker. His legs soon gave out, leaving him hanging by the large hand on the nape of his neck. Emmet's arm dropped limply as his eyes began to drift shut.

“GATEAU!”

Gateau's face spun toward the sound of his name. Ingo stood in the hall, clad only in a long night shirt and a look of horror on his face.

“Ingo! I told you to stay there! It's too dangerous!”

“That's my brother! Release him!”

Gateau looked back at the weakened, bloody form in his grasp. He dropped the hunter to the floor without care before moving quickly to Ingo's side. As he tried to to comfort his lover, Ingo pushed past him to meet his brother. Ingo stopped as Emmet rose to his knees slowly. His hand pressed the side of his neck and his eyes looked over Ingo with growing weariness. Ingo's eyes were wide with tears threatening to pour forth.

“Emmet!”

“I am Emmet.... I am... fine...” He tried to straighten his posture but to no avail. “Ingo...” His voice croaked out as blood filled his mouth. “You're...” His world was growing dark. Unconsciousness pulled at him, beckoning him into it's embrace. He soon had no choice but to comply.

“...fat.”

Emmet crumpled to the floor as Ingo screamed his name. His eyes drifted closed to the sight of his brother's tearful eyes meeting his own. He could feel Ingo's hands clutching at his clothing, shaking desperately as heartbreaking pleas for him to stay left his brother's lips.

Darkness drowned out all sight and sound as Emmet faded into the calmness of the void.

--

Waves of pain crashed on the shores of Emmet's consciousness. His body woke in pieces, each screaming out in their own agony. His own voice remained silent, still lost to the darkness that eroded away with each ache and throb. His other senses began to try to reach the surface. A deep breath brought in the scent of fresh linen. The warmth of soft fabric covered his skin. The sounds of sniffling and occasional sobs could be heard.

His vision became a blanket of muddled color as his eyes opened. Emmet's eyes focused slowly as he took in his surroundings. The warm tones of candlelight danced their way to clarity. He was in a large room, sparsely furnished but still warm and comfortable. He lay in a large bed. It was much larger and nicer than what he was used to. His nomadic lifestyle rarely offered more than a straw mattress that smelled of rain rot in a run down inn.

Emmet's eyes shifted to the source of the sorrowful sounds that had graced his ears before. A familiar face greeted him. Their eyes were reddened and stains of tears shed prior streaked their cheeks. They tried in vain to focus on a book they held in one hand while holding Emmet's hand in the other. Emmet felt their thumb run over the back of his hand softly. His mouth creaked open through the tightness around his jaw and neck.

“Ingo?”

Ingo's watery eyes met Emmet's instantly. “Emmet!”

The book was dropped unceremoniously to the side as he lunged forward and buried his face into Emmet's chest. His arms wrapped around Emmet's shoulders tightly. Emmet squeaked suddenly from the sudden movement, his body protesting the affection. Ingo sobbed into his shirt.

“I thought you were dead... I thought that was the last time I was going to see you...”

Emmet patted Ingo's back softly before attempting to shift himself to an upright position. His hand touched the bandages around his neck and shoulder.

“What happened?”

“You lost...” Ingo scoffed through his tears. Emmet's smile perked up slightly.

“Unfortunate.” Emmet muttered. “I like winning.”

He relished in the light laugh he got out of Ingo. It wasn't a big one but it was something. Emmet could remember the times that he used humor to soothe Ingo's tears in the past. His laughter was something he had sorely missed these past months.

Ingo took a breath and wiped his face. “Gateau saved you. He is very knowledgeable in medicine.”

“Is that so? He also tried to kill me.”

“You tried first. I saw the silver tipped bolt.” Ingo shook his head. “He had every right to destroy you. He would have if I hadn't...”

Ingo's face creased up and tears began to flow freely once more. Emmet sighed and wiped the tears from his brother's face. “I'm okay... Please don't cry...”

“I'm trying...” Ingo placed a hand to his swollen belly. Emmet's smile flattened as he glared down at it.

“Ingo... What's going on? Did he force himself on you!? Is he holding you against your will!?”

Ingo shook his head, eyes wide in shock. “N-no! Gateau has never hurt me!”

“Really?” Emmet's fingers grazed over the bite scars on Ingo's neck. Ingo pulled away as his face blushed.

“That's different!” Ingo's gaze lowered. He tapped his fingers together as crimson continued to cover his face and reach to the tips of his ears.” I... I like... the way... it feels...” Ingo swallowed hard. “During... you know.”

Emmet looked at Ingo incredulously. His hands gripped at the blankets tightly. The aching from his wound didn't stop him from tensing his jaw. “I do not understand. He's a monster.”

“He's a person!” Ingo snapped. “I'll ask you to stop calling him a monster!”

“He's a vampire! He kills people! He consumes blood! Did you forget that!?” Emmet ran a hand through his hair, his fingers curling into and tugging at his silver locks in frustration. “I came here to find you after months of no word! No letters! No messengers!” His smile pulled back into a tight grin. “I thought you were bewitched into being his thrall or worse! Turns out you're carrying the child of that-- that--” Emmet sighed heavily. His posture dropped and relaxed. “This goes against everything we have been taught...”

“I'm aware.” Ingo responded. His voice flat and succinct. “I do not care. I'm happy.” Ingo looked away as tears threatened to flow once more. “For the first time in years... I'm happy.”

“Ingo... I...”

“Enough.” Ingo stood and gathered up the discarded book that had thankfully landed on the edge of the bed. He looked to Emmet. “You can stay here until your wounds heal as long as you promise to not try anything to harm Gateau. You can decide what you would like to do after that time.”

“What about you?” Emmet asked, his voice quiet. Ingo sighed and shook his head slowly.

“I'm staying here. I love him. I love our child. I won't abandon them.”

Emmet looked himself over. He had been well tended to but his body was in no shape to protest the hospitality he had been shown. He looked back up to Ingo with a soft sigh. “I don't really have a choice in the matter. Thank you, Brother.”

“Don't thank me. Thank Gateau when you are able. It's by his grace that you get to stay at all.”

Emmet bristled at the words but nodded in agreement. Ingo nodded curtly before leaving without a word. Emmet huffed and stared at the blanket that covered his legs.

“You won't abandon them?” Emmet could feel tears welling in his eyes. “Then why did you abandon me?”

--

Part 2 HERE

Part 3 Coming Soon

[shadeedee]

Baby & toddler vs LD Curtain

Constance Contraire had developed a very special bond with Nate the giant baby since she saved him from Carmelita Spats. She was like a big sister to him. Mr Benedict came into the room and found the two playing on the rug. Nate was squealing with delight as Constance blew raspberries on his belly. Mr Benedict smiled. “I knew you would warm up to him my dear,” he said. Constance smiled. “He’s got chubby cheeks and he’s squishy” she said. Mr Benedict chuckled. “Indeed. He’s your soft little plushie toy,” he said. Nate followed the toddler wherever she went, and would gaze at her intently. He would mimic things she did and would even come into her room and lay beside her in the bed. He much preferred to sleep with her than in his own crib. But when Constance found out that Curtain and his executives wanted to take Nate back to the compound, she was devastated. “No! He’s staying here with me! This is his home!” she wailed. Mr Benedict sighed. He knew he couldn’t talk his twin brother out of what he was doing. He was delusional. He believed what he was doing was the right thing. Mr Benedict could however do whatever he could to stop him from coming for Nate. “Constance my dear i promise you I won’t let Curtain take Nate away,” he said. Nate cooed. Constance wrapped her arms around the baby, protectively. He lay his head on her arm. “Awwww!” they all said. Mr Benedict smiled. “Why does your brother want him so badly anyway?” Number Two asked. Mr Benedict sighed. “I have a feeling he wants him as a secret weapon in his happiness evolution,” he said. Nate grunted. Then the baby let out an enormous fart. They all gasped. “He fudged his huggies!” Constance squealed. Mr Benedict chuckled. “Well, i think it’s time for a diaper change,” he said, and Nate was carried to the bathroom. Then the phone rang. Mr Benedict answered it. His eyes widened when he heard who the caller was. “No, Nathaniel. You are not taking that baby anywhere. I swear I won’t let you. You need help, Nathaniel. You’re delusional. I’m sorry for the life you’ve had and I’m sorry I didn’t return for you but for god sake that doesn’t mean you have to take it out on these poor children and that baby!” Mr Benedict said. Curtain didn’t say a word. He frowned and slammed the phone down. Mr Benedict sighed. They all looked at him, concerned. “It’s alright. Everything will be alright. We just need to come up with a plan to keep Nate safe. A place off the grid. Somewhere where my brother can’t find us. And i know the perfect place. Number Two’s family farm,” he said. Later after a short drive, they arrived at the farm. Constance carried Nate out of the car. Nate babbled and looked around at things. “I feel like we’re being watched,” said Milligan. Mr Benedict looked around, nervously. “We may very well be. Just be careful and have your eyes everywhere,” he said. Suddenly, Nate began to squeal and cry. “What’s wrong, Nate? What is it?” Mr Benedict asked. Something had the baby worked up. Constance held him close. Then a van pulled up fast and a group of people dressed in grey came out. Curtain stepped out of another vehicle. “It’s over, Nicholas. Give me the baby,” he said. “No way! How did he find us!?” cried Reynie. Mr Benedict stood close to Constance and the children. “It’s alright. Just stay close to me,” he said. Constance wasn’t scared of Curtain at all. She stood firmly and held Nate tightly. “You’re not taking him, anywhere. This is his family. He loves us. He needs his home. If you touch him you’ll be in big trouble!” she said. Curtain simply laughed. “Oh that’s where you’re wrong. I can take him and i will. I have complete authority to take him,” he said. Mr Benedict stepped forward. “Nathaniel, you’re not a bad person. I know deep inside of you there’s still that twelve year old boy who just wanted to be loved and accepted. This isn’t who you are. Please understand,” he said. Curtain shifted uncomfortably and his eyes watered. He knew his brother was right but he didn’t want to believe it. He hated being wrong.

Everyone stood there nervously, waiting to see what would happen next. Curtain looked at Nate, and the baby looked back at him. Then something happened. Nate smiled, and then froze. He didn’t move at all. “W, what’s happened to him? Mr Benedict help him! Constance cried. Mr Benedict rushed over. “Oh my god! He’s gone catatonic! Nathaniel! Do something! Oh please do something! You’re the only one who can!” he cried. Curtain was worried, now. He rushed over to the baby. “Wake up! Wake up!” he said, but it was no use. Constance was in tears. “It’s alright, my dear. He’ll be alright,” Mr Benedict said. Nate was placed on her lap. “Remind him of things. His life. Talk to him until he snaps out of it,” Curtain said. A tear rolled down Constance’s face. She looked at Nate, and held him close. “Nate, please. Come back. You’ve got to. I love you. Remember when you had your mashed potatoes for your dinner and i fed you for the first time? You got so messy. Then you wiped your hand on my dress. I was so mad. But you laughed. I’m so sorry, Nate. I love you. Please wake up. Please,” she said tearfully, and she buried her face in his head. They all fell silent, and waited. Suddenly, there was a small babbling sound. Nate blinked his eyes, and let out a grunt. They all cheered and hugged each other. Constance smiled and held Nate close. “Oh thank you!” she cried. Curtain showed a small smile.