#I can walk around serving mild cunt…FINALLY!!!

[5hark-byt3]

Calliieeeee hellloooo Callie helloooo Callie ^_^

[seoafin]

can i just say the geto and gojo hickey's post is just *chefs kiss* i'm gonna need some more horny stuff soon cause you write it so well like idk maybe gojo or geto accidentally hearing or walking in on MC having some quality~ to herself and maybe deciding to stay and watch :)

Satoru knows the sound of your laughter. It never failed to stop him in his tracks, attention ripped away from whatever he had been doing at the time to search for the source. Most of the time you’re laughing alongside Shoko, but he likes to watch your face anyway.

It’s drawn several annoyed responses, most of the time from Yaga, but he’s never cared.

He’s heard you happy, sad, upset—

He's never heard you like this.

Your hands are wet with your slick, fingers shiny in the light as they disappear into your cunt. Your legs are spread open, providing him a perfect view of your glistening thighs, and obscene moans escape your mouth as you press into yourself.

Maybe he should have texted first, but he had wanted to surprise you, to finally catch you off guard. He could never quite shock you anymore. You’ve grown too attuned to his cursed energy to consider his sudden appearance, usually complete with his arms wrapped around you, anything more than a mild inconvenience.

This must be divine retribution, because here you are, fingering yourself right in front of him while he can’t bring himself to do anything but stare.

Tank top pulled down, right underneath your breasts, exposing your hardened nipples. Your back arches, almost invitingly, against the bed. He bites back a groan at the sight. And when you let out an almost painful sounding whimper as if your fingers can’t quite reach, his cock is fully hard.

Eyes closed, hair fanned out, two fingers stuffed into your pussy, you look angelic. Even better than you look in his dreams where you always take him so well, like you were made for him, even when you’re squirming and sobbing against him while he croons that you can give him one more like the good girl you are.

You're a virgin. Satoru knows that much.

You weathered his teasing with the same resignation on your face you reserved for all of his other comments, never flustered in the least. He often wondered the limits of your sexual apathy. Bare skin did nothing to you. Various beach days confirmed this. Innuendos bounced off you with an immunity that had you exasperated, shaking your head.

You’d be mortified to know he caught you like this.

It’s not as if you’d never speak to him again—he’d never allow that—but you’d be mortified. You’d spout some self serving bullshit about embarrassing him, and refuse to stay with him ever again.

He should leave before you realize that you had forgotten to completely close the door, leaving open a crack anyone could peer through.

But—

He could make you feel even better.

He could take you apart with his fingers and tongue, and he would do so willingly, gladly. Anything to see you fall apart, splayed open on his cock, wide eyes on him, and only him, for once. He wouldn’t let you look away.

How many of his fingers would you be able to take? Two in his dreams, three if he’s pushing it, before you’re cumming, face buried into his shoulder, hips rocking into his digits, both riding out the aftershocks of your orgasm, and wantonly asking for more. 

You’re always so pretty underneath him, teary eyed and fucked out, mouth parted in the shape of his name. His cock twitches, interested, at the pseudo image, conjured from the depths of his mind, and the sight of you on the bed fucking yourself.

You've never had another man or woman's hands inside of you but your own. He knows that too. His eyes are latched to your dripping entrance, the slight fumble to your shaky hands as your thumb rubs at your swollen clit. You’re too engrossed in your own pleasure to fully devote yourself to your completion (he would do the rest for you) but it seems to be enough because soon your legs tense, and the squelching gets louder.

Your eyes are squeezed shut, lips twisted as you try not to make any noises in vain, and he’s tempted to stay, to hear whose name is pulled from your lips in the throes of ecstasy. 

Who are you thinking of?

His stomach curls at the thought of it being anybody else but him, and he knows better than to think it anything other than jealousy. He’s never been particularly inclined to take the high road in his life, even less so in matters pertaining towards you. But he needs to leave before you hazy fog of lust lifts and you register his cursed energy.

Satoru forces his gaze away, tent in his pants, and stalks away.

He needs a cold shower.

[arrarioxxx]

How Many

Pairing: Geralt of Rivia x Reader

Summary: Geralt is angry and suspicious that you may have been with other men since you last saw each other 

Warning(s): SMUT (18+), language, punishment, mild praise kink??, unprotected sex, pain, name calling, choking. 

Words: 3,273

Seriously just throwing this out here to see if anyone likes it. it’s actually a not OK amount of filth. please don’t hate me. 

“Set up a bath in my room,” He flicks a coin at you and lumbers into the darkest corner. You don’t have to watch to know he’s getting drunk- or at least, as drunk as a Witcher can get. It’s a familiar dance between you and him. 

You silently signal to one of the kitchen boys to begin heating water. He likes scalding baths, hot enough to scorch human flesh. He needed it too- you saw heady crimson staining the skin of his neck and desperately hoped it wasn’t his. The sticky black substance matting his hair was certainly not his. 

“The large tub.” You instruct one of the older boys. “And fill it more than half.”

He’s going to need it. 

Almost a half-hour after Gerald went up to his room, you finally clear out the last of your patrons. It’s much later than you expect, nearing midnight. You negotiate with yourself for a few moments- check on Geralt or no? He’s no child for you to worry about his well-being but some sick desire prompts you to conjure an excuse to go to him. 

You didn’t see him eat earlier. He’s going to need food. 

You silently heap a tray with meat, bread, and a large flagon of ale. You can’t help but reproach yourself for the desperate attention you’re paying this man yet you tamp down your self-disgust and ascend the stairs.

It suddenly occurs to you that he’s only said a handful of words to you this evening. For that matter, he’s barely even looked in your direction. You stop just outside his door and wonder what twisted hold he has over you. He has you asking like a schoolgirl with her first infatuation. 

More like a dog begging after a negligent master. 

A shameful idea creeps into the back of your mind, “you’re just his bitch."

You weakly push open the door, making sure to lock it behind you and tightly grip the tray. 

The tub is in the far corner, near the roaring fireplace and he’s lounged back with massive arms draped over the edge. 

“I brought you something to eat.” Your voice fades into the oppressive silence. 

He doesn’t reply. He doesn’t even acknowledge your presence.

You hesitantly approach him and lay the tray on the closest table. But even then, you hover there, waiting for some approval like a kicked puppy. 

Just as your rational mind begins to speak up, telling you to gather what's left of your dignity and leave him chamber, he sighs heavily. 

“Bring it here.” He flicks two fingers in a lazy ‘come hither’ motion. You may as well be a serving boy for all the attention he’s paid you. 

Still, you obey and bring the tray to him, placing it on the low stool by his bath. From where you stand, you have a clear view of him through the steaming water. The thick cording of his neck and arms, the slabs of flesh padding his chest, the heavy bulk of his calves, his thighs, his-. 

His skin is deeply bronzed, nicked by old scars and freshly healing wounds. All of it shaded by whorls of dark silver hair, darker than the tangled mess around his shoulders, dripping water onto the stone floor. 

The longer you stand, the more dazed you become. The fire and steaming water flush your skin until beads of sweat roll down your neck, dampening the collar of your gown. Even then, your leaden feet hold you in place. You can’t take your eyes off his body. 

You stand there watching for longer than you know, only startled out of your trance when Geralt hauls himself to his feet and steps out of the tub. 

Only when you meet his eyes for the first time in months do you realize how truly terrifying he is. Not just because of what he does or what he can do, but because he is eyes are filled with rage and focused on you. 

You don’t even have time to admire his nakedness in motion as he covers the distance to you in one step, sloshing water out of the tub. The hem of your gown is soaked but it escapes your notice as your heart beats faster and faster. 

He can certainly hear it, you think. He can smell your blood coursing and knows your knees are locked otherwise you would collapse at his feet. 

This must be how his victims feel moments before they meet the sweet ice of his blade. 

Geralt grasps the front of your gown, fingers hooking between the coarse fabric and your heated flesh, and drags you to him. The other hand grips your jaw and tilts your face up until your eyes meet his. 

"Either get your mouth on my cock or get the fuck out.”

It sounds like he’s given you a choice but you understand it was an order. 

You drop to your knees and coast shaking palms up his wet, hairy thighs. 

You place soft kisses up his shaft, hoping your attentions would cool his temper but it’s not working. His muscles are coiled and tight, ready to spring at a moment’s notice. You’re afraid to look up and see soulless black eyes rather than the warm gold you’ve gotten used to. You circle your tongue around the head and lightly score the insides of his thighs with your fingernails 

His fingers twitch, then burrow into your hair, jerking your lips off him. He tilts your head up and forces your gaze up- his eyes aren’t the dreaded empty black but still so, so frightening. Now, more than ever, he looks like a Witcher. He presses his fingers into the hollows of your cheeks, forcing your lips into an open pout.

“Pathetic.”

His eyes flick up to yours and suddenly you’re cold and alone, kneeling on the cold, wet stone. He’s already walking to the bed. He throws himself down, legs splayed wide. From where you’re kneeling, you have a clear view of his heavy cock and balls between his thighs. 

You follow silently and drop to your knees between his feet. You don’t know what to do with your hands but he doesn’t give you time to figure it out. 

“Open your mouth." You open. It doesn’t even occur to you to do anything but what he commands. 

“Wider.” He presses two, then three fingers past your lips, and keeps going until you gag. He retreats for a moment then pushes deeper. 

 The other hand is busy tearing at the neckline of your dress. You hear the stitches pop as he yanks it to your waist, trapping your arms at your sides. There’s so much going on you can barely think. His fingers are still fucking your mouth, spit dripping down his wrist and onto your heavy breasts and he’s twisting your nipple, pinching hard. Your eyes are watering and blurring your vision until all you see is a white and bronze haze looming over you. 

Then his fingers are gone and his cock is at your lips. You blink away the tears as he grips the sides of your face with both hands. 

“If I feel your teeth a single time-“ the threat is lost to you as he starts fucking in earnest. 

He’s twisting your face from side to side, getting deeper, breeching your throat with a loud groan. Your nose is pressed to the damp curls at the bast of his cock and your lips are stretched tight. 

With one hand fisting your hair, he jerks your head back and forth. Now he’s just using your face for pleasure. Or punishment. 

He hasn’t allowed you to take a breath since he started and your vision blackens around the edges.

He pulls out and slaps you once. “I’m not done with you, girl.” He slaps you again and it occurs to you that he hasn’t said your name at all. 

You gasp out his name weakly, “Geralt, please.” Your ears are still ringing from the slap. You don’t even know what you’re pleading for. You hurriedly push your arms out of your sleeves and press your palms to his thighs. 

He guides your lips back to his cock and starts again. The dizzying lack of oxygen coupled with the heat in the room dulls your senses until you give in to him. Your hands are uselessly draped over his knees but at least you don’t feel as helpless as you did when they were tangled in the sleeves of your gown. 

He’s never been like this before. He’s always rough and a little mean, but this is violent and punishing. He’s angry with you and you don’t understand why. 

He finally releases your head and watches, almost bored, as you gasp for air. After a few short moments to recover, you’re hauled to your feet. 

“Geralt, I don’t understand-“

“Show me your cunt.”

“What?”

He doesn’t repeat himself.

You ruck your dress up to your waist and wait. 

He kicks your feet further apart then palms your folds. You’re embarrassingly wet, especially after what he just did. 

He pulls his fingers away- they’re shiny with your juices. 

“I knew you were just a whore.”

You gasp at his cruel accusation but then take stock of the situation. There he is, sitting on the bed, sucking your arousal off his fingers. And there you are, tits out, legs spread, holding your dress at your waist showing off your glistening folds. 

Was he wrong?

He slid his hand between your legs and thrusts two fingers up into you. Your eyes roll back in your head and your legs begin to shake. You grip his wrist with one hand and his shoulder with the other, hoping he won’t let you lose balance. 

“How many people fucked my cunt?”

You barely hear his words over the steady buzz in your ears.”

He grips your chin and forces you to look at him. 

“How many bastards have fucked this since I did?" His fingers stop massaging then cruelly twist your folds until your knees go weak. 

“Please Geralt- I didn’t-"

His grip tightens at your throat, cutting off your desperate words. You want to tell him no, you could never let another man fuck you after he did. He’d ruined you for all other men. You want to say you dreamed of his cock every night since he left. But he won’t let you breathe, let alone speak. 

"Don’t remember?”

He presses three fingers into you, stretching you open.

"Has it been that many?”

You’re desperately shaking your head and choking out broken words.

“No-“ you’re clawing at his arm as he lifts you to your toes. “No one-“ 

"Has my whore been spreading her legs for every man who looks twice?"

He slaps between your legs- hard enough to force a ragged scream from your lips. He does it again, enjoying the way your panicked eyes lose focus with the burning pain. The sound isn’t pleasant. It’s a sloppy, dull thwack. But he likes the way your feet kick when he does it.

You don’t know what to focus on, the hand tightening around your throat or the hand abusing your delicate womanhood. 

 It occurs to you that he’s killed monsters and demons, what’s a lonesome woman to him? He could break your neck now and no one would ever be the wiser. 

Then wedges two thick fingers into you and skates his thumb over your clit. 

“Your cunt’s still tight for me.” He lifts you higher up by the fingers hooked inside you, ignoring your feeble attempts to push his hand away. “What’s the problem? My fingers stretch you more than their cocks?”

He laughs harshly and without any warning, he releases his grip on your throat and pulls his hand away. You collapse to your knees and suck in much-needed air. 

"Get up" he nudges your thigh with one large foot. As you stand, he drags the rest of your dress down your hips, tearing carelessly, and tosses it on the floor. 

“I’m going to teach you who cunt belongs to."

“It’s yours.” You hastily whisper, hoping to appease him. 

“Oh, sweetheart,” he smiles humorlessly and caresses your face. “I know that.”

The gentle hands tighten into a bruising grip on your arms, “I’m going to make sure you never forget.”

He spins you around and pulls you back onto his lap. He crosses your arms behind your back and lashes them tightly with a leather belt. Now you’re fully at his mercy. 

This new position presents you with an obscene image in the mirror. You already look thoroughly debauched- lips swollen and red from his cock, chin and tits glistening where your spit soaked the skin, your inner thighs and cunt violently pink. 

Your back is pressed to his chest and your thighs straddle his, hooked in place and opening up your most private places. If that wasn’t humiliating enough, you see the glistening purple head of his cock jutting out from between your legs. You gasp every time it brushes the tender skin of your folds. 

He has complete control of your body and he immediately takes full advantage of it. He spreads his legs wider, inch by inch, taking your thighs along. You watch breathlessly as your swollen, pink folds come into view. He keeps going and then you see your lips part open, just a sliver.

 Your hips feel tight, stretched to their limit when finally he stops moving. He forces your gaze back to the mirror where you see the emptiness in his eyes. 

 He catches your gaze in the mirror and rests his chin on your shoulder as he softly strokes your thighs. “Tell the truth, girl. How many men took this cunt?”

You furiously shake your head and stumble over your words, “none, no men, Geralt. I swear to you. No men.”

One palm glides over your thigh and his index finger dips into your juices, dragging them up to circle your clit. 

“None? Really?”His voice is soft but it feels so wrong.

“None,” You gasp as he circles faster. Your head falls back onto his shoulder and you arch up to press into his finger. 

“I don’t believe you,” he whispers kissing your neck as he rears his palm high and brings it down on your clit. 

Your shriek is loud enough to wake the dead as you jerk forward in shock. You don’t feel the blinding pain for a few long moments then it hits you in one white-hot wave. If not for his iron-hard arm banded around your belly, you would have ended up slumped on the floor in a writhing mess. Instead, you’re in a forced upright position as he begins petting between your thighs again. 

You desperately try to close your legs but he’s too strong. 

“Now, why don’t you tell me the truth? 5 men? 10? More than that?” His voice is still deceptively soft and kind. The cruel accusations are whispered against your neck and punctuated by kisses. 

You shake your head again, "I swear Geralt. No man I swear.” You don't realize your cheeks are wet or that your voice is shaking.

“Don’t cry, my sweet.” He presses his lips to your cheek as his fingers skillfully manipulate your clit. "You and I both know that's not true. If you just tell me the truth now your punishment won't be as bad.”

You hate how good he makes your feel and helplessly arch up to meet his hand again. 

"Please don't hurt me," you whisper.

"I don't want to." He flicks his tongue against your ear. "But you know this cunt belongs to me. So if you don't want to be honest, you have to be punished more."

It takes you a moment to realize what he means but by then he's already lifting his palm. 

"I want you to count” 

“No, please-“

He lays another hard slap directly on your clit that sends you reeling. It’s only his tight grip around your waist holding you up. 

“Count for me.” He sucks on your sweat-dampened skin, marking you over and over again. 

“One,” you sob as you stiffen, anticipating the next strike.

It doesn’t come immediately but eventually lands slightly to the right this time. 

“Two.”

“Good girl,” His praise still makes you glow with pride. 

“Three.” You’re barely breathing now- everything is hot and cold and black and white. You can’t tell if it’s pain or pleasure anymore as he alternates between stroking and slapping. 

“Four.” 

“Look how pretty you are.” His palm comes down again and he kisses your cheek when you brokenly mumble ‘five’. 

"I didn't let anyone touch me, I swear.” You whisper one last time hoping he’ll believe you.

"I know you didn’t,” he holds you painfully tight. “And now you know what I’ll do to you if you do.” 

 He tosses you back on the bed and spreads your legs wide. 

You’re too dazed to do anything. He wedges his shoulders between your legs and presses your knees to the sheets.

He bites into the flesh of your inner thigh, almost drawing blood and when he pulls back, you see a clear imprint of his teeth in a vicious bruise. He does the same to the other side and then swipes his tongue through your folds. 

“You’re so wet for me.” He presses a hot, open-mouthed kiss against your clit and sucks gently and you nonsensically beg for more. He keeps going, this time only pleasure. His tongue lashes back and forth, soft then harder, alternating every few moments to keep you on edge. 

You’re helpless above him, arms still bound behind your back. He doesn’t stop after your first peak, or your second and holds your thighs open when they threaten to clamp down on his head. 

Finally, after three, he pulls away and crawls up your body to wipe away tears of pain and release. He reaches behind you to loosen the belt and slide it off then massages your stiff shoulders. Amid the haze of satiation, you reach down to grip his cock and stroke the iron length. 

“You want my cum, sweet girl?” He groans against your hair. 

You nod and tighten your grip, momentarily forgetting about the burn between your legs and the ache in your arms. He must have some sort of enchantment over you to keep you so needy and wanting to please. 

He groans again and hauls himself up, straddling your hips and hunching over you to take your breasts in his hands. 

“Where do you want it? You want my cum on these tits? Or maybe-“ he reaches around to press one finger against the one place he’d never touched before. “Maybe you want it deep in here.” 

Your eyes widen at the implication and you hesitantly shake your head. The thought has appeal but you’re afraid you can���t handle it tonight. 

“Tell me,” He rises to his knees and slowly starts jerking his cock over you. He spits between your breasts and slaps his cock against your sternum. 

“Hold your tits tight for me,” he guides your hands to the right place then begins sawing back and forth. “Tell me where you want it.”

“My face.” You can’t believe the words came out of your mouth but you refuse to take them back. 

Geralt raises his eyebrows, silently impressed by your demand. He furiously picks up his pace fucking your tits until his cum starts leaking then hastily pulls away to jerk his release over your upturned face. 

[phantomphangphucker]

Legless On Maim Chap. 10: Epilogue: Aliens, Ghosts, And Humans! Oh My!

Vee’s a bastard, Danny’s a bastard, Eddie’s a bastard, ClockWork’s a bastard, Lewis’s a bastard; everyone’s a bastard. And multiple minor characters say why the fuck not and join the bastardly fray.

Danny sighs and turns his head back towards the kitchen, “Lewis! Come collect your monsterfucker boy toy!”. Eddie rolls his eyes like he’s heard this a fair few times.

Lewis walks over, “Eddie? Really? I mean one, kid’s not healed. Two-”, grinning, “-thanks for winning me a bet”, and side-eyeing Danny.

Danny points at him, “hey, doesn’t mean-”. Eddie doesn’t even let him finish that, smirking, “oh it does mean”. Danny sighs and hands Lewis what he thinks is a twenty though really? He’s kinda amused. Smirking at Eddie, “congrats, first dude to ever figure things out on their own”.

Sam shakes her head grabs everyone but Lewis and drags them out of the house. Lewis shakes his head, sips at his drink, and heads back over to his friends; Danny could handle Eddie.

Eddie blinks as they stop getting dragged by the goth, “are you serious kid? You look nearly identical with the glowy bullshit edited out”.

Sam smirks, “people are stupid and Danny’s a walking existential crisis”, looking to Tucker and Danny, “so much for Vampire Dad 2 I’m guessing?”.

Danny immediately points at them, “no you go, illegally record it or some shit”.

Tucker rolls his eyes, “you just don’t want us around Mr. Murders And Eats People without checking him out”.

Literally both Eddie and Danny respond with, “hey and I’m taken”.

Tucker blinks, “okay that was fucking weird”, while Danny and Eddie side-eye each other. Sam shakes her head and pulls Tucker off, knowing damn well Danny will just become a ball of overprotective.

Eddie shouts after them, “let it be known! We don’t eat kids!”. Which makes Danny wheeze when some dude at a stoplight shouts back at them, “good! I’m supposed to be getting my mom some blue hydrangeas from the goth! Doubt I can get then from a digested corpse!”.

Eddie mumbles, “everyone in this town is fucking weird”, looking to the side, “shut the fuck up bitch”. Which just makes Danny laugh more. Eddie looks to him, “anyway, you smell fucking weird and those are the most convincing fake leg crap ever”, sighing, “no, we’re not taste-testing”.

Danny snorts and kicks a rock as they start walking randomly, “actually totally do, I’m curious and, I’ve got legs for days”, and slides his hand down his leg with mock sexiness.

“Do you have a death wis-”, before going wide-eyed and suddenly getting bodily flung into Danny, “no! I don’t think he’s serious!”, regardless they end up in a bush with Danny muttering ‘ow’ and missing a bit of shoulder.

Danny stands himself up easily -a bush is by far not the worst thing he’s been bodily shoved into- and rolls his shoulder, Vee’s got some sharp teeth. Damn. Eddie untangles himself and staggers up, making some faces and muttering, “that’s it, no Lindor for you”. Danny lifts an eyebrow when a little black oily snake or something just sprouts out of the guys' shoulder, seemingly sneering all teeth, “HE OFFERED EDDIE”. Eddie grabs the head? and shoves them at his shoulder muttering, “back in, bitch”.

Danny starts wheezing as Eddie looks to him, “also you- oh”, turns back to the bush and promptly throws up. Making Danny fall on his ass laughing, so much for can eat anything! Snapping a probably not flattering pic of the guy bent over a bush, captioning it ‘guess who’s inedible’, and throws it in the Phantom chat.

Eddie hacks a bit, hands on his knees. Wiping his mouth, “ugh”, blinking down at the weird black/green bubbling sludge on the ground, that was slightly dissolving the bush leaves, “what the Hell are you made outta, kid?”.

Danny laughs loudly, “death!”. Laughing more at the little black snakehead popping out of the guys' neck and sticking out their tongue at him; he thinks they look either disgusted or slightly ill.

Eddie rights himself and quirks an eyebrow at Danny’s totally healed shoulder, “fuck you heal fast”.

Danny chuckles some more, standing up off the sidewalk and giving his shoulder a little pat, “Lewis lied, I’m completely healed. Family just don’t know. And to actually answer your question, ectoplasm and human stuff too”, pointing at the bush, “but that was probably the ecto”.

“Well I guess I ain’t eating fucking ghosts anytime soon”.

“JUST SPIT DON’T SWALLOW”. Danny wheezes more at the little head and Eddie looks to them, “the Internet was a mistake”.

“BUT WHERE WOULD YOU WATCH POR-”. Eddie smashes them against his skin, “no! He’s actually a minor. And we’re in public, asshole”. Looking to Danny, “how the fuck were you in Egypt though?”.

Danny shrugs, “eh, I’m tight with the god of time”. Eddie blinks and mutters to the side, “fuck me”. Danny chuckles, “no?”, which Eddie actually laughs at.

Eddie looks around, “alright, since someone made me lose my perfectly fine lunch, there a hotdog stand or some shit?”.

Danny snorts, “no clue if you’re referring to me or Vee”, tilting his head, “huh, that rhymes”, smirking, “cool”, looking back at Eddie, “if it’s food you’re after then the Nasty Burger’s the place”.

Eddie tilts his head and shrugs, “eh you made us eat at a place called fucking Flavours Of Negros ‘cause you thought they served people”. Danny decides against commenting on that one for so many reasons.

Danny walks and points in the direction of the place, “if it’s anything, it used to be the Tasty Burger before someone stole the T”.

Eddie quirks an eyebrow, “that explains nothing”.

Danny shrugs, “there was a public vote and adults hated how all the teens loved the place. One mayor even banned teens from there”.

“Oh the stinking rich one that’s definitely shady as fuck and is kinda like you but for some reason is rocking some vampire bullshit?”.

Danny pauses and blinks at the guy, what the fuck? “How the- okay I get how you figured me out, I literally challenged and baited you. But how the fuck did you put Vlad and Plasmius together?”.

Eddie gives a goofy grin, a very smug one, “I didn’t, but thanks for confirming”.

Danny grumbles, “sneaky bastard”, but is smirking the whole time, “how’d you narrow him down to Plasmius though?”.

Eddie shrugs, hands in his pockets, “ego the size of the moon and rich people are always into weird shit”, pausing and rolling his eyes, “babe, we’re an alien/human cluster fuck. We absolutely are one of them fucking rich people into weird shit”.

“There’s a lot of ways I could take that”, Danny tilts his head, “wait, you’re rich?”. What?

Eddie grins like an idiot, “Life Foundation paid me out big for infecting me with a venereal disease- I mean Symbiote”. Danny just watches as the guys' legs seemingly gain a mind of their own and walks him straight into a pole.

Danny shakes his head at the guy not even seeming phased by that. “Well, I got jack shit for dying”.

Eddie points at him, “so you legit straight-up fucking died? Not just falling in a vat of ghost acid like some fucking spooky Joker bullshit, but less ‘murder a bitch in a burning pile of cash’ more ‘I actually think spandex looks good like a damn fool’”.

“Hey, don’t diss the supersuit! That shit’s my skin man”, shrugging, “at least a layer of it. I fucking died in that shit. On that note, don’t walk into giant vortex tunnel portals to alternate dimensions fuelled by four billion volts of electricity built by explosion prone people who leave switches inside stuff and want to punch holes into the afterlife for funsies, science, and a little bit of mild torturing”.

“Huh. Well fuck your life too then kid. Literally”, rolling his eyes, “not that literally. We don’t kill kids and I don’t think we can make someone double dead”.

Danny sticks up a finger, “actually that happens. And I’m only half-dead, motherfucker. Check yer facts”, smirking, “I’m a real dead-ringer for life, and too bad doc gave away my scraps. ‘Cause if I tossed ‘em in the portal I could really have one foot in my grave”.

“I’m pretty sure he’s not supposed to do that- bitch that is exactly why our ass will never be a doctor”, almost looking genuinely offended, “hey, you leave my intellect out of this, you cunt”.

Danny wheezes a bit, does this guy really just talk like this? “How have you not been forcibly admitted to a mental asylum? And no he ain’t but can’t let torture happy gov dogs have my shit”.

Eddie grins wide at that. “You know so I give precisely zero fucks. And nice, fuck the government. I think we’ll get on fine”.

Danny snorts, “oh I have serious beef with the gov. Fuck them. I absolutely have blown up government bases before”.

Eddie nods approvingly and actually fist bumps Danny, “fucking same, and I have enough dirt on people I could ruin their lives if they came after me”.

Danny grins almost menacingly, “the government section that’s here is a literal government secret and completely ignore any and all laws. Wouldn’t put it past them to experiment on child corpses or assassinate the president if he seemed ghost friendly”, shrugging, “Tuck keeps tabs on them, dudes a damn good hacker”.

Eddie tilts his head and nods, “I could use one of those”.

Danny snapping, “not for murder you don’t”.

“You’re too moral”.

“You’re not moral enough”.

Both of them wind up laughing at that since neither actually sounded serious or genuine.

Eddie shakes his head, “anyway, what’d Dan do with your leggy bits?”, muttering to the side, “Dan doesn’t eat people, Vee, and you’re never going to convince him to try”.

Danny rolls his eyes, “gave it to a ghost, Skulker was probably tickled green to get even part of my pelt”, pointing at Eddie, “he’s a poacher. He would cry tears of joy over successfully skinning me”.  

Eddie stares at him, Vee’s little head popping out and opening their mouth very wide, “WHAT THE FUCK”.

Danny smirks, he effectively freaked an alien; talk about life, or death, goals, “I have issues. Many of them. And they like to shoot at me”, glancing around at the finally clear street before full force grabbing Vee’s face, “I’ve held off but, oh my Ancients alien sofuckingcoolohmyancientsfuckingfuckyoufeelsofuckingcoolwhatsyourchemicalcompositionlike?canyoueatEddie’seyesandleakdownhischeakslikeblackmurderspacetears’causeIhadareallycooldreamaboutthatdoyouhaveanyspacerocks?ohmyAncientshowfarawayisyourspacerock?isitevenrock?orgas?floatylava!oh!oh!isitallblacklikeyou?orisblackrarecolouringforsymbiotes?redwouldberealcoolbutkindalikebloodwhichweirdrightgreenwouldbefunnycauseI’mallgreenydoyourcoloursevenmeananything?you’relikealittlevoidahungryvoidandohmyAncientsyoureyesaresocoolhowdotheywork?whatcoloursdoyousee?whatsyourfavourite?canyouseethroughEddie’seyeslikenormalhumaneyesoraretheyallenhanced?doesourplanetlookprettytoyou?andohyourteethwhataretheyyoudon‘thaveanybonewhataretheyconnectedto?wheredotheygocanyoumakeEddieallteethy?seemlikeyou’dbiteyourtongueallthetimewhichouchyourtonguelookssomuchmoredetailedhowmuchcanyoutaste?What’syourfavouritenotpeoplefoodLewissaidyou‘resuperoldsoyou’veprobablytastedsomuchshitfromallovertheuniversewhichjustlikeholyshitAncientsendmeZonecomethandgrantmesweetreliefwherehaveyoubeen?whatplanets?whataretheylike?madeoutof?thesmells!whataboutthesmells!?!yousmelllikebutterandcandiedeelandcigarettesmokewhichmustbeEddie’sfaulttellhimhe’sbadyoumustbesoconnectedthenthoughwhat’shisbodylikeversesotherspecies?whatotherspecieshaveyoubeenwith?what’stheirmusculaturlike?howdotheybreathandseeandhearandeverythinghowfarhaveyougone?whataboutallthestars?howdifferentaretheysetupelsewherearetherestarswecan‘tseehere?haveyoubeenonastar!oh!canyoueatastar?haveyou?waitwaitIforgotwhatdoyoutastelike?youbitmesotittatit’sfair”.

Eddie watches in slightly stunned disbelief as Vee desperately tries to get out of this kid’s grip but the kid's nails -claws actually?- are somehow clinging really well and he just leaves the ground and gets dragged with. Knocking everyone over again and licking? Vee. Then prodding their teeth, but that gives Vee the chance to get comfortably back inside him; feeling obviously super confused and startled.

Eddie has to practically kick the kid off him when he literally sticks his hand through Eddie’s collarbone where Vee disappeared through. “Ohthat’ssocooltheyslipthroughyourpoursandskinsuremyectoplasmdoesthattoobutit’snotanalienohmyAncients”.

Eddie stands, basically holding the kid at arm's length in the air, “Christ on a shit stick kid chill, holy shit”, muttering, “now I get why Dan said you like space with a little smirk”. It felt like the kid was literally vibrating under his skin and fuck, it just hit him how fucked up this is. He’s holding the hero of Amity Park up in the air by the waist. This kid’s got an entire year on his ass and doesn’t, like, y’ know, murder people. And the kid just went all fucking uncle tickles on Vee. “Everything you just said was unintelligible garbage”.

The kid stares at him with eyes almost painfully bright green, “you think your freaky long adult arms are gonna do shit?”, and proceeds to just make a whole ass nother half body out of his fucking shoulders. Eddie scrunches up his entire face, “I’ve never been on this end of the body horror, oh god”, as the kid's new pair of hands grab for his face.

Vee takes over going big ass Venom, because this is some bullshit, and holds Danny away with their claws by the kid’s shirt, like he’s an over-aggressive kitten. Danny just puts his hands to his face, the extra body sorta dissolving into green misty stuff, eyes sparkling, “so cool”. Which both Eddie and Vee think is a bullshit reaction.

“Howdoesthatwork?whatdoesthatfeellike?you’reinafuckingaliendudeohmyAncients”, grabs Venom’s wrist and makes some kind of weird staticky squealing noise, “ohitfeelsthesamebutmorestructuredandtheveiningislittledifferentandohyoumotherfuckeryouareablackandwhitelittlebitch”. Danny makes a few faces and talks like a normal breathing-required person, “you stole my colours bitch”.

Vee doesn’t say shit, just retreats into Eddie’s body and drops Danny; who doesn’t seem to give a damn about landing on his ass, standing back upright in seconds.

Eddie makes a bunch of faces at him, settling on just looking tired as fuck, “kid, what the fuck?”. Rubbing his face and grumbling, “I’m too sober for this shit”.

Danny chuckles, dimming his eyes some, “sorry not sorry, I like space. And Vee is an alien from space”, shrugging exaggeratedly, “sure I’ve been to space but totally not the fucking same”.

Eddie raises an eyebrow, “you’ve been to space?”.

“I can��fly and don’t need to breathe, of course I’ve gone to space”, shrugging again, “sure so has my girlfriend but she has a hoverboard. And bitch yes I’m dating a ghost hunter who used to want to murder me real good. Occasionally still makes light stabs at my half-life”, smirking, “we both enjoy the little love taps”.

Eddie blinks and mutters, “well damn Dan, kid’s a mini-me... minus the murder, and probable alcoholism, and job, and probably the piss shit and vinegar childhood; heck he’s still a child-”.

Danny cuts in, “you really do just mutter to yourself in general huh? Not just to Vee”.

“You're weirder than Dan. He’s just chill chill ‘bout me having an alien up my ass, you’re enthusiastically chill. He just goes ‘huh, guess this is happening. Hi new friend, please don’t eat me’ and you’re over here like ‘let me touch theeeeeeeeem!’. Almost enough to make me regret coming mildly”.

Danny blinks, oh Hell no, “no, no taking the alien away from me. Also, Lewis is way weirder than me”.

Vee pops back out, Danny not even bothering to hide his grin, and looks at Eddie’s face, “ARE ALL HUMAN CHILDREN LIKE THIS?”.

“Hey, I’m almost seventeen I’ll have you know. That’s almost adult”.

Eddie looks at him and laughs a little, “no kid, no it’s not. I’d say twenty-four is the cutoff. And you feel like a kid too, and I don’t mean that in the human way”, scrunching his eyebrows, “and the fuck did Dan do? For you to think he’s weird. And why the fuck do you use his last name? You don’t scream pompous formal snob”.

Danny blinks, “oh! You can sense peoples ages? Or childness”, tilting his head, “sure adult ghosts can do that so you’re not special, but whatever”.

Eddie grumbles, “fuck you too buddy”. While Danny continues, “what hasn’t he done? Guy hid me in a thermos while having happy personal time with the bone saw when the government-sponsored anti-ghost militia came to abducted and probably torture me, and he hardly gave a shit. Guy doesn’t even react to ghostly supernovas. Super great dude though”.

Eddie grins, his opinion of this kid going up a few levels, “oh I know, he’s great”.

Danny nods immediately, “just the best. Totally stan”.

The conversation then becomes a solid ten minutes of just ‘Dan Lewis is just a really great dude’ and ‘I know right?’.

Danny chuckles, “and pompous snob is more my evil villain uncle’s thing. Lewis is a Lewis because Dan is an evil version of me that, like, low-key annihilated humanity once”, tilting his head, “who I’m oddly less traumatised by now. Eh, I blame Lewis”.

Eddie blinks, and Eddie thought his life was utterly fucked, “I usually blame him whenever anything goes right in my brain square”. Vee looks to him and practically screams, “STILL NOT A SQUARE EDDIE!”. Eddie aggressively shoving them back in when someone inside the building yells, “Jesus fuck!”, and sticks their head over their balcony, “oh, it’s the fucking Fenton boy. That explains it”, and disappears back into the building.

Eddie looks back to Danny, “I’m guessing you get away with a fucking lot”.

Danny shrugs, “me and my friends are the town weirdos. My parents, the town crazies”.

“Wow, you were screwed the day you were born”, shrugging as they continue walking in genuine yet again, “granted my dad liked to hit me with a shovel so fucking same”.

“Eh, mine used to be really into trying to dissect me. Liked shooting at me, but my dad’s a terrible shot. Though the little couple day torture session in the dungeon was not my idea of a good time”.

Eddie blinks, “I’m literal nightmare fuel and I’m telling you your life is a fucking nightmare. What the fuck”. Vee sticks their head out from Eddie’s jacket, “WOULD YOU LIKE THEM EATEN? WE ARE ALREADY GOING TO EAT EDDIE’S IF THEY EVER SHOW THEIR COWARD FACES”.

Danny immediately snaps, “no. Try that and I’ll impale you with a flaming shank”, and points a pointy chunk of ice that he got from somewhere at them. “My parents are great. Little bigoted, but we’re working on that. Oh and on that, they don’t know about your whole ‘alien up the ass’ situation. So maybe don’t go all chest-burster on them. Also don’t know I’m Phantom, neither does the girlfriend”. 

Eddie shakes his head, “so you’ve been doing hero shit without any parents or any other fucking thing?”. Eddie thinks that’s some major bullshit.

Danny shrugs, “eh, I got some adult ghost friends and clockpops, even of I seldom see any of them”. Danny chooses to ignore Eddie aggressively whispering ‘Vee’ and ‘no’ repeatedly to the side. “Vladdie tries to be a father figure but he’s a fucking fruitloop and probably spends, like, half his time finding new fun ways to taser me or maybe he’ll try the whole ‘I’ll murder your friends and family’ schtick again”.

Vee forms half a head on Eddie’s head and basically shrieks, “THAT’S IT! WE’RE ADOPTING BABY GHOST HYBRID PREDATOR!”, and whacks Danny on the head with a tendril.

“What?!? No! ‘Ready got parents, human and ghost!”.

Eddie smirks and rolls his eyes, “too fucking bad. Not literally. They’re just saying you’re a small blob to be protected. Which like, the fuck kid, you're on par or worse than my fucked up life”.

Danny rolls his eyes, though ‘protected by an alien’ sounds fucking awesome. “I could beat the shit out of you”.

“Is that a challenge? That feels like a challenge. And Vee does get bored of smashing around squishy humans sometimes”.

Danny grumbles, “you are way too fucking cool with murder”, and shakes his head with a smirk, “Lewis told me your weaknesses. My strongest ability just so happens to be a supersonic wail. I could level a city, you ain’t winning shit. Also a pyrokinetic, so double fucked”, Danny finger guns at him and shots little blue flames out; Vee, in typical fashion, hisses.

Eddie groans and dramatically sags, though not putting any real effort into it. Trying to play off the discomfort Vee sends his way over fire being so close. “I’ll admit, the Internet is all over the fucking place on what you can do. Some seemed like some crackfic bullshit. Same goes with the theories about you. Found one group that think you’re literally bloody fucking Satan coming to deceive the youth and bring about the end of times or some bullshit. Even a shoot off that you’re determining the merit of our souls and indoctrinating humanity into peace with the dead”, waving his hand around, “and some other crap about you being death itself”, pointing at him, “the stories told around you are just as fucked and wild as us”.

Danny blinks and squints at the guy, “okay, now I’m curious because that’s disturbingly close to the truth”.

“What”.

Danny quirks an eyebrow and smirks, “what? Did Lewis not mention that? The whole prince and eventual king of the dead thing? My defeat of the previous king was kinda a big deal, especially since it got the town abducted into an alternate dimension for a bit and attacked by a skeleton army”, smirking more and shrugging, “and co-existence is defiantly a goal of mine. And kingy is considered the will of the Zone so that is pretty much being death itself. And soul judging comes with the job”, tilting his head, “more of a passive thing though”.

Eddie blinks, “yup. In over our head. My soul is probably pretty fucked”.

Danny rolls his eyes, “no clue man, I ain’t king yet and hopefully won’t be for a few hundred years”.

Eddie raises his eyebrows, “so you’re vaguely immortal? We really are too similar”.

“Oh?”, Danny’s face lights up, “oh! oh! Does Vee’s weird healing of you stop the effects of ageing? Any cells or shit that gets damaged or worn they can just rebuild, reform, or replicate?”.

Eddie gives an almost impressed nod, “yeah, how the fuck did you guess that?”.

“Dude, alien’s meat puppet? Before dying fucked my vitals and physiology I was on my way to being an astronaut. My entire family are scientists, I have my own scientific patents, and my sister’s a certified genius pioneering a new field of psychology. Ancients, Lewis is bartering to get me into med school because he wants me to work with him. And my archenemy is a hardcore mad scientist. If I was dumb and not creative, I’d be deader. Dead with a side of dead sauce”.

Eddie shrugs, “I’d say I’m a dumbass so that’s different, but while I’m a dumbass, I’m a smart dumbass”.

“Fucking same. Investigative reporter probably requires a good head and creativity”.

Eddie chuckles, “yeah, I would have died long before Vee dropped on my ass. The whole situation that led to Vee was me biting a fish bigger than I could chew”, Danny then watched him go all Sauron demon voice and have suddenly very sharp plentiful teeth, “NOW WE ARE THE BIG FISH”, and grinning all teeth,

Danny eyes the teeth and grins, “so cool”, shaking his head, “not the biggest though and no snatching my guppies”, and grins, all fangs.  

Still using Eddie’s mouth, “LOOK EDDIE! IMPRESSIVE TEETH TOO! TOLD YOU, PREDATOR!”. Eddie seemingly takes back his mouth, teeth staying though, “I think I noticed, babe”, pointing at Danny, “big ass fangs you got, pretty sharp yourself”, and he has no clue why the kid is looking at him with awe and wonder; probably the alien/space thing again, which is probably going to be a running theme with this kid. Poor Vee.

Eddie gets his real answer when Danny mutters, or attempts to mutter anyway, “hoz? Wiz youvz so goovz at talkin’z? Iz canz barey fuckin’z zveekz”.

Eddie blinks, sputters, and promptly starts laughing. That explained that! The kid hadn't learned how to speak while being sixty-percent teeth yet! Hahahahhahaha. Bending over, hands on his knees and wheezing. Granted, his first time rockin’ shark teeth had been god awful and Vee had judged him so hard. Speaking of Vee, they pop out of Eddie’s jacket yet again and squint at Danny, “BABY. HASN’T EVEN LEARNED TO SPEAK PROPERLY YET”.

“Fuzz youv. Dizt”.

Eddie bursts out laughing more and has to sit down on the sidewalk, “hahahahahahahahahahhahahahaha”.

“Shovz tit. Thvez nez!”, and promptly stabs his lip, which Eddie laughs so hard at that he tears up, Danny just scowls, “adulvez fanz, chilz faze; dozen worz”.

Eddie lays on the grass, “hahaha I have no idea what you said kid! Hahaha! You’re really good at the whole unintelligible garbage schtick, aren’t you. Haha”.

Danny flips the guy off, switching to ghost speak which was perfectly easy to do with his fangs, since it was all scratchy echoing warble static. Made by vibrating ectoplasm, different teeth (since each tooth had different density or number of pores or solidity), clicking his jaw, and only a small amount of actually moving his mouth, “t̵he̶͞y͏̕’̵͜r̵ȩ̴͟ ̕n̡o͢t ͜m̵̷ad̡e̷̴͢ ̵̸fo҉̶r̶͏̨ ̵E̡̛ņ̛g̸͢l͠͞įs̸͠h̸̶͟, a̸s̛͡s̷̕h͟o̸͞l̢e̕.̶ ͏̷T̵͟h̴͏e͢y’̕re͜ no̧ţ͟͜ ҉̧͜e̛v̴͟en҉ ̨̛̕ma̸̕d̶̡e̡ f͢ơ͟r̷̡ ̢f͟͢͞l̡͘e͝s̶h ͠͠a͜͡n̡̛ḑ͘ ̨͞b͏͟o҉n̢̛͘e͠,͠ ̨͘e̶͡c̛͏t̛͠o̕’̕͏s̶ al͝wa͟y̨s͢ a̸̧ ̵l̸̨i̵͝t̢͢tl҉ę̵ mor̨͝e̢ ̵̕f͜o̵͡͡r͏g͢i̷̶͞v͏i̸̴n̸g̵̢.̧͡ D҉̕ic̴k̨͢͠”, then deciding to be a real asshole and put some serious power behind it after checking no one was around,

“y̰̠ͬ̄ͭͣ̈́̚ȍ̜̹̚ú̡̖̺̘͓́̔ ͍̖͈̫̗̺̫͆ͧ͒w̛͒̀̿ī͇͊͝l̹͖̝̖̻̹̳͛̅̍̾̓͒l̯̗̻̲ͣ̄ͭ̚̕ ̧̝̻͕̈̽d̵̹ͮ͊̃̏͒i̦͎̝͔̻̭ͤͫ̎̓͂ͮ̐͡ͅe̹̝̲̠̞ ̢̬̘̈̑͐͐ͮ̄o̩͇̰̻̎ͬͨͬ̂ͮ̽ṅ͔̘͙̮͍̋͊͋e̗̳͉̽͆̚ ̙͎͍͙̠̫͘ͅḋ̗̩̱ͪͧ́ͅä̡̺̰̩̺̺͖y͉͔̞̺̦̩̣͋̇͋͆ͤ̅ ͙̭̠̩̬ͪ̄͐̉ͬ͐ḁ͆̅n̫̤̤͈̭͌̽̋̅ͨ͛̚d̦̘̬̻̹ͭ ̧͓ͤͫ̋͂̐I̴͉͍̟̪͈͗ͭ̍̎͒̋͂ ͕̘̳͇̝̤̅ͭ͋͛̃w̸̱͙͖͇̫͕̯ͫ́͌ͯ͆̊̑i̛̒̒̆̓͊̚l̼͉̩͍ͦͪͨl̲̗͍͙̲͚̖̈̍̐̈̚ ̳͍̒̆b͓̹̅ĕ̮̖̣ͨ ̪̹͉̘̉̅ͨt̛͉̲͍̖̬̩͙͐h͈̹̥̥͓͗ͣe̬r̛͖̘̺̱̥͍̆ͮͪͮ̑ͦͬe̎̆̍”.

Eddie blinks from the ground, promptly sitting the fuck up as a shiver ripples down his spine and through Vee; who instinctively hides back in Eddie, which honestly weirds Eddie out a bit. The kid smirks down at him, meaning scaring was literally the goal here. Blinking at him, “the fuck. Alright your voice is officially more frightening than Vee’s. The fuck. That sets off every bloody alarm bell, damn. I’m supposed to be the one that scares the piss outta people”, pushing himself up and staggering only a little, “well, Vee technically. Guess we’re both scary little monsters”, smirking down at the kid, “emphasis on little in your case”.

Danny pointedly retracts his fangs before speaking, “fuck you, I’m gonna be, like, seven feet tall one day”. Eddie just rolls his eyes at that, not even considering the fact that Danny is absolutely correct.

Vee pops their little head back out and immediately moves to hiss, all teeth, in Danny’s face; who hisses right back. Eddie thinks it’s like some weird asserting dominance thing. Which seems exactly like what Vee would do, gotta try to save face after going all hiding whack-a-mole. Though with the temperature dropping and what’s up with the colour palette of this town?

Symbiote and halfa stop and grin toothy at each other.

“IMPRESSIVE”.

“So cool”.

Eddie shakes his head and points at the sign in the distance, “would you look at that, I think I see your favourite poorly named restaurant in the difference”, this kid is going to inflate Vee’s ego at this point.

Vee looks back to Eddie, “YOU’RE THE ONE UP YOUR OWN ASS ENOUGH TO THINK YOU CAN APPEAR ON TV WITH KETCHUP STAINS”.

Eddie rolls his eyes, “says the alien up my ass“.

“I’LL MAKE THAT LITERAL, BITCH”.

Danny’s cheeks go noticeably red, puts up his hands startlingly fast, turns on his heels, and half shouts, “nope! Hello Nasty Burger!”, and starts walking.

Eddie chuckles and shakes his head, least the snarl-fest is over. Though feeling like they just exited a surreal pocket dimension after a bit because suddenly there are people around again, it’s warmish, the colours are normal, and leaves are falling slowly. “Your town is some weird bullshit”.

Danny laughs and grins at the guy meanly, “it’s a ghosts lair, what do you expect?”.

“The whole town? Talk about overkill”.

Danny mutters, “fuck you. Ghosts are dramatic”, as he pushes open the doors.

Eddie gives the most sarcastic, “You don’t say”, he can muster. “Sure makes driving interesting”, tilting his head and chuckling a little, “okay, yes, and fun”.

Danny snickers, flicks his hip hard enough to make a metallic ping, “guess I’m not the only one that has a hard drive”.

Eddie doesn’t get a chance to respond to that as some kid shouts, “holy Zone it’s Eddie Brock!”.

Danny tries not to laugh as Dash of all people runs over, “dude the complication videos of you bashing people’s faces in and shit are fucking legendary”.

Eddie blinks, “I like that’s what I’m known for”. And some ginger kid mutters, “I prefer his exposé”, gets up and points at Danny, whisper sneering, “I hope he exposes your ass, Phantom”, and stalks out of the restaurant.

This gets Dash to actually notice Danny’s existence, “Fentit! The Zone’s a weak loser like you doing with someone famous?”, looking Fenton up and down before smirking, “you look not dead, soooooo”, and moves to snatch that weird basketball kid’s half-empty drink off the table. He doesn’t get a chance as Valerie -who’s honestly scary as fuck- shouts, “if you even think about it I will make you eat that cup and clean the floor yourself!”. Dash puts the cup down when the manager also shouts, “and I’ll let her!”.

Danny snickers meanly and points at a clearly confused Eddie, “Oh didn’t you know? We’re friends”.

Dash snaps, “bullshit”, and shoulders his way past Danny.

Danny shouts after him, “oh I dead ass am!”. While Valerie walks over, in uniform, and hugs Danny, “Zone I’m glad to see you up and about”, grabbing his shoulders and looking him up and down, “your parents scare me”.

Eddie does know how to take a queue, ten bucks says that’s the girlfriend, and just goes up to order. On that note, the fuck is a triple death meaty mighty? I mean, he’s totally ordering that, whatever it is. “-and I’ll have whatever qualifies as strong coffee”. He’s pretty sure Danny and the girl are making out, low key but still.

The cashier glances at Danny and back to the -holy fuck this dude’s famous- Eddie Brock, “you know the Fenton kid so I’m just gonna give you what he orders. One Deathspresso”.

Eddie smirks and laughs.

‘AS BAD AS YOU, EDDIE’

Eddie’s gonna take that compliment.

‘NOT A COMPLIMENT, IDIOT’

Eddie ignores that. Watching the kid just get his ‘usual’ whatever the fuck that is. 

Eddie raises an eyebrow at the girl when she joins them at a table. Not even having to ask as she goes from zero to murder a bitch in a split second, smacking a hand on the table and pointing the other at his face, “eat anyone and I’ll blow your ass up with a missile launcher. Even try to eat Danny and you’ll find me standing over you with a cattle prod”.

“Been there, done that”, and gives an award-winning sultry smirk.

Danny chuckles, “this a bad time to mention they already tried a sample?”. Eddie nearly chokes on his coffee due to one, fuck this is impressively strong. And two, the girl actually pulls out a weirdly shaped cattle prod. Danny snatches the weapon away, “we’re cool Val. ‘Parently I’m inedible”.

The girl grumbles, “fine, but I'm watching you”, and sounds aggressively serious about that. Eddie watches as Danny straight up chugs half his Deathspresso; fuck this kid’s worse than him. Which is definitely not a compliment.

Valerie turns to Danny, “so obviously you’re running your cyber stuff well, but the spooky stuff? Did you, maybe, get a spooky visitor drop in?”.

“If by ‘drop-in’ you mean fell through the ceiling laughing and mildly scaring the piss outta me, then being tail bros? Then yeah”, shaking his head and taking a few bites, “seriously, what the fuck, Val?”. Obviously he has to cover his Phantom ass.

Eddie just sips his coffee, pretending this conversation makes any sense.

Danny points to the manager who’s giving Valerie some serious side-eye, “you might want to get back to work, but first”, Danny leans over with mock sexiness, “I’m glad we started dating during this time of year”.

Valerie asks cautiously, “why”.

Danny grins, “‘cause we’re autumn mated”, and points a thumb outside at the orange trees and leaves on the ground.

Valerie sighs, “fuck you”, and shoves him through the window -which had been broken not too long ago- and into a bush. Getting up and brushing herself off before giving Eddie another threatening finger point and walking off.

Eddie tosses out the trash and walks out to watch the kid pull himself out of the bush, “I’m really fucking confused that you let people push around. Pretty sure you woulda let that jock kid dump stuff on you”. Vee sneaks their head out, “EAT THEM”.

Danny brushes off his pants, “not gonna happen”, straightening up, “if Dash spends his time beating me around then he doesn’t have time to beat up the ones that can’t handle falling twenty-something feet from a flag pole or being force-fed rotten food”.

Eddie groans, “oh god, you’ve got a fucking hero complex”, as they start heading back to the kids -really fucking weird- house.

“Lewis says you do your thing for hero-y reasons. Dishing out justice, without the mercy”, squinting at the guy, “or do you just do it for the meal”.

Eddie can practically smell the judgmental disapproval coming off the kid, “kid, no offence Vee, do you really think I’d be munching on people without my little alien hitchhiker?”, shrugging and sticking his hands in his pockets, “sure we only hunt people down when we need the meal, but I’m a thorough motherfucker; they’re always bad guys. Both guys that I would have come after anyways, minus the gratuitous murder. And guys that I couldn’t go after before on account of them probably fucking murdering me”. Danny looks like he’s actively determining his worth and truthfulness.

Danny nods after a bit, “alright, you seem believable enough. You’re the moral compass of Venom, at least it seems you actually are moral”.

“I don’t know ‘bout moral kid. The filth of the world is our prey and happily so”.

“Woah, chill your tits there Jeffery Dahlmer”, anything else Danny was going to say getting cut off by a shiver travelling through his body and a little plume of icy mist, “hold that thought, Hannibal, I’ve got a job to do”, and slips off into an alleyway.

Eddie grumbles, “like I haven’t heard that one before”, and chooses to lean against a building and finish his drink.

Not two seconds later does Eddie hear that echoey voice shout, “well looks like I’ve gone from one foodie to another! Surely you’ll find me a more flavourful delicacy! But no! You aren’t allowed to divide my existence away into servings! Though I’m certain I’m a perfect recipe for heroic tendencies!”.

Eddie watches as the black and white kid, who looks waaaaaaay less blurry in person, seemingly gets blasted out of the alley by meat? Like a legit literal floating river of meat. Eddie thinks this is already some major bullshit.

Danny dodges a meat axe, having a hard time not laughing his ass off at catching Eddie’s major ‘what the fuck’ face. The Lunchlady predictably pausing after Danny blasts apart the meatsuit -he’s gonna have to figure out where all this meat came from in the first place- with a couple well-aimed blasts. She looks him up and down, and shakes her head with a scowl, “YOU'RE STILL TOO SKINNY! Cookie?”.

Danny sighs, putting his chin in one palm, “no”.

“THEN YOU WILL FRY!”, and slams him into the ground with an oversized frying pan.

Danny just shoots a beam at her from the small crater he’s in, “the only thing I need to sweeten myself up is coffee!”.

The Lunchlady stops again and deadpans, “that’s bitter dearie”.

“Do I look like I care what my taste buds think!?! I’m Death flavoured anyway!”, floating back up, “and I think these battle flavours need the added spice of my fist!”, and promptly socks her across the jaw. Talking a bit quietly at her, “you and Boxy aren’t having issues are you?”.

She waves him off, “oh hardly”, and throws him into a building via a meat fist.

Eddie eyeballs a bit of steak that smacked into the ground with an oddly satisfying thwap. Muttering as Vee uses his leg/foot to poke it, “babe, that’s gross. Don’t eat that”. He might not have standards, but he has standards. Though if the steak wasn’t cooked Vee would probably eat it anyway.

‘YES’

The Lunchlady flies in after Danny and presents a little serving tray, taking off the lid. Danny takes the little paper while giving her some serious confused cautious eyebrows. Laughing when he sees it’s actually a bloody baby shower invite! The Lunchlady nods curtly, “I’m well aware you rather your humans not know, dearie”.

Danny nods, “truth”, and floats up, smirking, “should I bring a boxed lunch”.

She shakes her head, “I'm not going to question how you knew her name”. Danny just snickers meanly before, “surprise thermos!”, and sucks her into his thermos.

Eddie grunts, “so you seriously use a thermos? And your enemies invite you to parties? Honestly?”. Bullshit. That is bullshit.

Danny turns and looks at Eddie who’s sticking his head in through a hole, “you know, most people run away”.

“What is ghost lady gonna do? Kill me?”.

Danny blinks and wheezes, changing back human and wiggling his tail about, “we’re weirdly similar”, shaking his head, “and she would have tried once. Ghosts know better than to genuinely try to kill my humans though”, floating over to snatch up the discarded CyberSteps and reattach them, “also, I’m more like frenemies with most of my enemies”.

“You’re stupid”. Detachable robo legs were a new one but Dan had not failed to mentioned getting stab and hack happy with the kids lower half or that the kid's parents were trying, and apparently succeeding, at playing pin the legs on the teenager.  

Danny points at the guy, “hey, all ghosts fight each other. It’s a little something called socialising; not that you know much about that”.

“Cut deep why don’t you. You little fucker”.

“I’m only five-four!”.

“Exactly”.

“Jerk”.

“Dick”.

Vee takes over Eddie’s mouth, “BITCHES”, apparently feeling left out.

Danny tilts his head, hearing a very particular engine, and grabs Eddie’s jacket to physically yank him to the side; just as the mini GAV -which is honestly just a reinforced minivan instead of a suped-up mini-tank monster truck hybrid thing- barrels through the wall, his dad clearly being the driver. Eddie yelping, “god fuck! Holy shit!”.

Maddie sticks her head out of the door, bazooka in hand. Lowering the weapon and clearly raising her eyebrows as she spots Danny, lifting her goggles, “oh! Sweetie!”, looking down and likely checking her scanner, “darn, missed It... them, missed them”.

Danny mutters, “they’re trying at least”, before waving at her, “hey mom, don’t worry, I’m fine”.

Eddie grumbles as he stands up, “don’t mind me, I'm good too”, only to slip on a chunk of debris and land right back on his ass.

‘MAKING US LOOK BAD, EDDIE’

Eddie grumbling, “she’s in head to toe spandex, I don’t think she cares”. Danny rolls his eyes, “it’s useful spandex”, he’s over being embarrassed by his parents ‘fashion’.

Eddie just snickers at the kid as his mom walks up and starts checking him over, “you alright? The ghost didn’t hurt you or anything? Or were they one you’re... friendly with?”.  

Danny bats away her hand, “mooooom, cut it out. I told you I’m fine”, Ancients he hated being babied, especially in front of others. Having to make a point to keep the snarl out of his voice, can’t help the teeth-baring though, “seriously”, huffing though glad when she gets the message and cuts it the Zone out, “and it was just the Lunchlady”, shrugging, “‘parently BoxedLunch was born”. She just blinks at him.

Eddie turns to the side and laughs, “well those are... names”, and laughs a little more. Danny points aggressively at him.

Maddie smiles a little stiffly, “ghosts names usually have a meaning of some kind”, gesturing to the mini-GAV, “how about I- or Jack I guess, drive everyone back to the house?”. Jack, as if summoned, sticks his head out and waves.

Eddie shrugs, following the adult and teen into the... ‘vehicle’ thing. While Danny nods, “yup, BoxedLunch will be able to telekinetically control boxed and canned food products”.

Eddie shakes his head, “that’s stupid”.

Danny rolls his eyes, “could be Obsession based too. Usually a mix”.

Jack nods and guns it, speaking while Eddie shrieks and chants ‘no’, “Phantom seems to be the exception. But! We’re pretty sure he’s a different kind of ghost! A needed one! A spirit!”, looking to Danny, “like ClockWork!”.

Eddie just side-eyes Danny while clinging to the door handle.

“I do believe I mentioned we are called NeverBorns”. Startling nearly everyone. Eddie muttering, “oh fuck me- no not you��.

Danny tilts his head up a little, child ClockWork appearing with their arms crossed on his head. Danny chuckling slightly awkwardly, “hey Clocky, uh, whatcha doing?”. Is ClockWork showing up randomly around his parents going to be a routine?

Maddie gives a stiff nod of greeting, “hello... ClockWork”. Jack waving erratically and giving a far more genuine, “hello! Again!”.

Eddie catches on damn quick, based on the stiffness the lady seems ridiculously similar to homophobes trying to tolerate or not be an utter ass around an out and proud queer. So she was what? a speciesist? Genuinely it seems. Well that’s fucking stupid and bullshit. The guy seemed more like the ignorant type that’s actually totally cool once they know better and actually believe it. And these guys were supposed to be the creme de la creme of ghost research? Wow, fuck that bullshit. “I’m not even gonna bother pretending to understand what the fuck is going on with the baby ghost, but aren’t you guys like the fucking ghost scientists of the world? I’m detecting some speciesism crap here. Studying the whatever the fuck that you’re bigoted against is stupid and is exactly how you do bad science”.

Danny holds up a finger, “uh, actually the government’s pretty well the same and did try to nuke the Ghost Zone; which would have pretty much destroyed the universe”.

Eddie points are him, clutching the door harder when the vehicle takes a hard turn, “that’s exactly what I mean. Studying while high on the bigotry train equals making stupid decisions”, gesturing wildly, “like blowing up an entire dimension. That’s stupid. I’d metaphorically punch someone in front of the camera for that. If I were a ghost I’d probably terrorise people trying to blow my home up or shoot me for the crime of existing too”.

Maddie opens and closes her mouth a few times, “well we didn’t believe them capable of emotions-”.

Eddie quirks an eyebrow, trying to not look pathetic while clinging to the door, “oh? Just like women aren’t capable of being rational, right?”.

Maddie makes a series of faces, “that’s not the same”.

“Isn’t it?”.

“Ghosts are a different species”.

“And? Women are a different sex”.

“They’re dead”.

“So?”.

“The have an absence of life, so logically it made sense they’d lack things of the living”.

“Women lack balls, which those old assholes clearly thought had something to do with being fucking rational. And do I even need to start on the whole genitalia related hysteria theory bullshit?”. Danny chokes a little and covers his eyes at that. Eddie smirks, “I know jack shit about ghosts, but I can taste bullshit when I smell it”.

ClockWork sticks up a small finger, “that is not how that phrase goes”.

Eddie only glances at them, “do I care? No”.

Jack parks and stands, “to be fair, every time anyone had encountered ghosts they had been violent”.

Eddie practically peels himself off the door, “I don’t know about you, but I’ve never ran into a friendly shark”, adding like he’s almost being forced at gunpoint to, “sharks are cool as shit though”.  

Danny gets up too, ClockWork not moving from their spot on his head. Danny’s almost impressed they’ve stayed in child form for so long, means there’s probably a reason though. “Sharks are pretty cool. Awesome teeth”, and gives a meaningful smile; he’d throw in his fangs if his folks weren’t around.

Eddie gives a small smirk back, a bit of sharp teeth visible. Then turning back to the parents, “science and biased opinions don’t mix, like milk and lemon juice. Nothing is fact until proven otherwise and if someone says it’s fact, prove them wrong; your bloody well self included. Screw your heads on straight”.

Danny looks to him while his parents gape a little, “I think I get why you get punched and abducted so much. You’re, like, super confrontational”.

Eddie points at him while walking up to the door, “and you’re not?”. Which Danny will admit is a bit fair. Eddie continues, “though yes, I do tend to egg people into throwing down. There is little better than punching pompous money-grubbing jackass that fuck over the lower classes in the face”. Danny can’t ever disagree with that either. ‘Cause well... ‘cause Vlad. Though he absolutely hears Eddie mutter to the side, “okay fine, yes that’s better. Only reason I like it now is your oily ass-oh yeah you and me both-fuck off”.

Maddie bites her lip a little but nods, while Jack goes over and gives ClockWork a pretty awkward handshake; considering how small their hands were at the moment.  

Lewis opens the door just as Eddie had muttered, “fuck off”. “Lovely to see you two too”.

“Jesus fuck, God sorry Dan. Not you, you already know that though”, looking to the side again, “shut the fuck up, you cunt”. Lewis just chuckles and moves to let everyone in.

Lewis points to ClockWork, “why’s the ghost godparent slash Guardian here?”.

Eddie turns to Danny, eyeballs the tiny ghost, “who the fuck makes a child someone’s godparent?”. ClockWork immediately changes to their adult form, moving to float next to Danny. Eddie blinks, “or not a child”, then looking offended, “oh yeah mock me why don’t you”, probably being mentally laughed at.

Maddie looks to the ghost, “Dan is right though, is there a reason or do you just... hang out”.

Eddie looks to her, “let me guess, ghosts ‘don’t hang out’”. Lewis gives him a fond smile that absolutely conveys that this is pretty typical Eddie.

Maddie actually does look slightly embarrassed, which might have something to do with Eddie’s tone, “we didn’t use to think they did”. Which both Eddie and Danny huff at.

ClockWork sticks up a finger, “we do simply spend time in each others company here and there. I’ve gotten him quite good at chess and better read”. Eddie coughs, muttering, “he plays chess???”. ClockWork keeps going, “though I do have my reasons for my appearance now”.

Danny sighs, moving to sit in the kitchen, “let me guess, either has to do with Eddie showing up or-”, popping his ankles up on a chair and crossing them, “-the leggies”.

Eddie shuffles off to the living room, pulling out a shitty-looking beat-up journal; when the ghost points at the kid’s metal legs. Now that he’s confirmed a few hunches he might as well work on recent stuff he can actually get paid for.

Danny sighs, “the timer I’m guessing? Some ability or purpose you left out because it wasn’t the right time?”. Danny totally one-hundred percent saw this coming. ClockWork usually had, like, a bajillion reasons for things.

Jack laughs when ClockWork smirks and nods, “you sure know them well! Danny-boy!”. Maddie smiles genuinely at that.

ClockWork taps at the timer with their staff, “as was said, such things can alter time around the wearer. And I must say, the Observants are quite displeased over your now patchy and difficult to interpret future”, both ghost and halfa share a malicious-looking grin over that. Before ClockWork continues, “but much more importantly, you could certainly go on a nice little jog through time. A quaint little stroll down the time streams road. Hop from spot to spot on the timeline”.

Danny blinks and chuckles, putting his chin in his elbow and resting on the table, “so a free built-in pass through time? You out here making me a little optional time hopper huh?”.

Maddie leans forward, “are you saying you gave Danny time powers through his legs?”, how is she even supposed to react to that? Sure he technically had ‘powers’ already, the floating and the cold of his Core; a healing factor arguably too. Probably more, that he might or might not know about.

ClockWork pats Danny’s head, “in a way. Far less timely than me, and I will see anything he gets up to or tries. Quite suiting for a timely apprenticeship”.

Danny blinks, “if I start accidentally falling through time, I’m blaming you”. ClockWork knows how he is with new powers. Though fine, being the ‘child of time’ probably means he should have some kinda timely stuff. Jack can’t help but laugh at that, he could see just how much trouble Danny could get up to with that! Good thing this ClockWork fellow seemed responsible, which super strange to truly see from a spook! Maddie can’t help but see this as like them liking his tail, wanting him to be more like them; which she’s trying not to view negatively. Parents usually wanted their kid to be similar to them.

Lewis leans forward, “interesting choice of words, ‘apprentice’ implies job”.

Danny tilts his head, right they had told him they had a job for him. Sighing with a smile, “you’re really just making me crank my internal clock rapidly towards death”.

ClockWork gives him another little pat, looking to the parents, “traditionally child ghosts always take something like an apprenticeship under their guardian; through the passing on of power. My binds simply don’t allow for it”, smirking, “at least not through traditional means”. Danny grumbles incoherently at that. ClockWork looking to him and changing to their elderly form, “now the title proper would be ‘prince of time’ of course, being that I am the lord”.

Lewis shakes his head, Danny seriously couldn’t get away from the prince title now could he? Ghost Prince, Time Prince. Though he’s pretty sure the second is not even kinda a ruling title.

Jack blinks then looks a little excited, curiously excited, “‘prince’? Like royalty?!?”. Danny thumps his head on the table and leaves it there. ClockWork changing to a child and wrapping their tail around his neck, giving him a kinda weird neck/shoulder massage thing, “cloooooockyyyyyy”. Though relaxing and melting a little.

Lewis can’t help chuckling at that, giving him a very mocking, “awwww”, and getting a very mumbly, “fak yo”, in return.

Maddie shaking her head and a little surprised to find herself fighting back a smile, “I’m more interested in the binds thing. Your power level means you really should be a six, but you’re not”. ClockWork fiddles with Danny’s hair, leaving him to answer. Danny turns his head to the side, “they make sure the universe goes along the best and longest path. And that is all they are to do. Rules they physically have to follow. Restricts how much they can interfere”, sighing and shifting against the table a little, “can only do all this stuff with me ‘cause Guardian. Only Guardian ‘cause of circumstances and whatnot”. ClockWork nods with a hum, letting a content pleased smile be very obvious.

Jack and Maddie grin at that, both pretty damn certain now that this ghost genuinely liked and cared; no villainous motives. And if they were really thinking on that right now they'd probably cringe, obviously they’ve been wrong and probably about a lot. And Danny knew that. He was involved with ghosts, liked some, and very close with at least one. They had screwed up really, because they had hurt him in a way. He’d always been constant and firm in his opinions. His friends the same but seemingly more disappointed in them about it; probably out of protectiveness. Vlad said it like it was obvious fact but didn’t give a damn if they agreed or not. Dan was gentle and arguably objective, though he had probably talked with Danny at length. And this Eddie had pretty much come up and smacked them.

Lewis decides this probably qualifies as a ‘family moment’ so makes possibly awkward attempts to leave them alone, getting himself coffee and leaning against the entryway between the kitchen and living room. Smirking a bit to himself at spotting Eddie, who’s scribbling down his chicken scratch while rubbing little circles on noodle Vee’s head; Vee looks quite content with the situation.

Meanwhile, Maddie eyes the bit of the clock timer peaking out off Danny’s pants. Obviously the ‘prince of time’ thing wasn’t an actual royal title but more ‘family of someone important’, which was still strange. ClockWork calling it ‘apprentice’ definitely confirmed they were teaching him things beyond just chess; a bit mind-blowing ghosts played boardgames. She wonders though...

ClockWork speaks up, Danny looking a little zoned out all the while, “I prefer to allow him to teach himself. A guiding hand, rather than an authoritative voice. The latter weathers with time and often leads astray; the lessons less true and less useful. Request before you demand. Advise before you tell. And listen before you think”.

Jack grumbles, “I don’t think I quite get that”.

“To demand is to control their actions. To tell is to control their beliefs. To think without listening first is to control their voice. You have done plenty of this in the past. Demand fear and hatred of ghosts, scorn those that refuse to listen. Tell tales of your decided truth as if fact, and speaking louder if someone stuck their fingers in their ears. Thought of only others' nativity and how to reinforce yourselves when others spoke their grievances. Now you’ve tried the other path. And though it can be filled with hurt and discomfort, you’re already richer for it you'll find”, smirking faintly, “and yes, Daniel does do jobs for me; though not officially or with any real request from me. I merely pushed for timelines that aligned best and things worked themselves out as they so often do. Now I can request of him in genuine, and him of me”.

The two blinks at them, a little overwhelmed. Both pretty sure Danny might be the only one who doesn’t find them overwhelming. And Danny was probably the only one whose opinion ClockWork actually even cared about. Maddie leans back a little, “so you’re kind of like the... god who can’t truly interfere and simply must let people live their lives? Let fate play out?”.

“And, to use the phrases of mortals, I lose no sleep over that”, shifting to an adult and easily moving Danny to be practically curled up in their lap/against their chest, “I care not whether you live nor die. Whether you know happiness or suffer greatly. Beyond the effect of that upon Daniel and upon the continued existence of the time stream”.

Maddie could choose to take time that incredibly negatively, she could almost call this emotionless; but really? It was more someone whose priorities were far beyond individual beings. And besides, this meant that ClockWork would do what was best for Danny; everything and everyone else be damned. If anything, she could technically trust them with him more than anyone else. Maybe it was the bond Danny explained, or maybe it was simply them as a Being.

Jack’s more focused on how Danny absently grabbed ClockWork’s cloak and sorta snuggled up to it, very adorable and Danny would probably be so embarrassed if he wasn’t practically dead to the world. Danny seldom seemed really relaxed, so it was really nice to see! Then watching the ghosts blue hand pull out a necklace from under Danny’s collar, the one Danny always seemed to wear but never over clothing. Jack honestly has no clue what that necklace looks like and according to the paramedics it literally vanished as soon as they got his shirt off. Seeing the little silver CW charm dangling off the thin chain, he knew that thing had to be ghostly! Neither parent even has to ask.

“I gifted him this after becoming his Guardian proper. And now-”, taping the chain and suddenly a little gear charm appears on it, “-I find this to be another moment to commemorate”, letting go and the necklace simply phases through the shirt. Looking to the parents, “he prefers to keep it over his Core, which is typical for children. Symbolically saying that to truly hurt them you’d have to go through their Guardian first”, ClockWork puts in some emphasis to make the message very clear. The parents give a little nod and are actually genuinely happy to hear that.

Then they hear what they’re pretty sure is a string of swears and thud; turning their heads and seeing Dan choke on his drink a little. Danny -and ClockWork but that’s besides the point- is the only one to actually hear Eddie’s grumble about being bit. Which Danny smirks over and promptly bites ClockWork. Jack laughs while ClockWork chuckles, ahhh the joys of having a trickster who’s still growing into his fangs under their cloak. Danny does crawl off them right after though, moving to make his own coffee and obviously trying to play things off. Which gets Maddie to giggle.

Eddie stumbles in, grunts at Danny, “you like murder coffee, pour me some”, looking to the ghost, “fuck, you’re still here? Don’t you have things to do? Decrepit houses to haunt? Or children’s closets to hide ominously in?”.

ClockWork smirks, “I’m hardly the type. You should watch your local news, I believe”. Eddie rolls his eyes and shuffles back to the living room; reclaiming the couch. Danny sighs and looks to the ceiling, something going wrong in someone’s home when they leave was exactly his luck. Turning around and sipping his coffee while leaning against the counter; everyone (minus ClockWork)feeling just slightly awkward now.

So Jack jumps up, looking to Maddie, “after today I say we need to get right on rebuilding the GAV!”. Maddie looks from Jack to ClockWork to Danny, before smiling; it would probably mean a lot to Danny to just trust ClockWork alone-ish with him. Turning to Jack, “sounds like a plan, hon”.

Danny grins like an idiot to himself after they head down the lab stairs, they had changed so much! Looking to ClockWork, who grins, “one more thing, Daniel. Here”, and hands over folded fabric.

Danny looks at it, only having to fold out the hood to know it’s a freaking cloak or maybe mini cloak, “oh Ancients, ClockWork. Thanks”. ClockWork just laughs a little before throwing the cloak around his shoulders and disappearing. Leaving Danny grumbling fondly, “can’t even say goodbye”. Then looking to Lewis’s stupid smirk, “shut up”. Lewis chuckles and moves to sit in the living room. Danny electing to follow.

Danny leans over the back of the couch, looking at the absolute mess that is Eddie’s writing, “whatcha doin’?”.

“Adult stuff you’d never understand”.

“Fuck you”.

Eddie chuckles, “filling in details on the little interview I had with Cletus Kasady”.

Danny blinks, “ain’t that guy a serial killer?”, he’s not sure he even wants to know now.

Eddie quirks an eyebrow but doesn’t look away from his notebook, “surprised you know that, dudes whacky”.

Danny rolls his eyes, “nice, another frootloop”, leaning over even more purely to be obnoxious, “I should show you how to write with a proper quill, could make this look even more illegible. And writing with a fucking quill in public is a total power move”.

Eddie mutters, “that’s actually a decent argument”. While Danny squints at the words, sounding mildly unsure and tilting his head; attempting to read it, “‘there’s gonna be carnage’?”, snorting and moving to actually flop on the couch, “well someone took lessons from us spookies on being ominous”.

Eddie snorts and rolls his eyes, “more like typical bad guy trying to be intimidating”, smirking, “doesn’t really work on an actual predator though”.

Danny snickers, “tell me about it”.

Lewis sips his drink, watching the slight sharp toothy grins. Maybe those two were going to be like oil and fire, which might not be a good thing. Eyeing the short cloak that was honestly closer to a shawl, whatever, it was probably out of his hands now. Least the kid had some omnipresent god looking out for him. Positives Lewis, positives. Vee’s noodle head being suspiciously quiet is more than a little ominous though.

End.

[helplessly-nonstop]

Inhale My Love (F.F smut)

To be honest with you all, this has been a work in progress for the better part of a year, so here ya go! This is the best type of sin: PWP! Fangs decides to smoke a little joint with Reader beside him and well, I think you can connect the dots from there.

Warnings: use of recreational marijuana, smut, PWP, vaginal sex, fingering, oral sex(mxf), riding, little bit of a Papi!kink in there, little mention of a possible 3some, slight hair pulling, tbh this is mild compared to my SP smut

WC: 2126 words

It was a lovely Friday afternoon and since it was so close to spring break, Toni and I decided that we should split class for the day then head down to the quarry to get some sun.

I placed my sunglasses over my eyes and sighed, settling in my blanket that I had laid out before I announced,”And now, I shall take my nap to kick off my weekend.” Toni scoffed and glanced over at me as she protested,”Y/N, we all know that you couldn’t take a nap to save your ass. It’s not in your nature.” 

I raised my sunglasses to glare at her while I muttered,”You didn’t have to crush my hopes and dreams, ya know,Topaz? There’s this thing called compassion, maybe you should try it out.”

“I can’t, that blocks me from using this thing called the cold, hard truth on you.” I rolled my eyes at her statement and pulled the book I had started this morning from my backpack then began reading it.

“Don’t you know you should use sunscreen when you’re out in weather like this!” Sweet Pea called as he and Fangs headed over to us. I sighed then set my book and shouted in return,”And don’t you know you should stop yelling like you’re a maniac?”

He flopped on top of me and said,”Nope, because you’re a maniac too, which means that you really don’t mind me yelling like a maniac.”

“That made no sense. And get off of me, you’re ruining my tan lines, you ass!” I snapped, shoving him onto the ground. He grinned over at me then Fangs settled between Toni and I before the taller of the two stated,”So, what are we doing today?”

“Nothing, because it’s a lazy day.” I replied, continuing to read my book. The boys groaned then suddenly went quiet, something I was more than excited about.

“Fuck me!” I cried out as the boys soaked me with water. Fangs paused and looked down at me before he replied,”Tell me when and where and I’ll be there.”

My mouth dropped open in surprise and Sweet Pea began rolling with laughter as he crowed, ”Goddamn,my boy’s finally growing a set! Shit, Y/N, you just got served.”

“Served? This isn’t the 1990s anymore, Pea.” I muttered, shaking out the pages of my book to try and dry it out, only to huff, knowing it was hopeless to save.

Toni jerked up after answering a call then gripped Sweet Pea’s arm, yanking him to his feet, before she exclaimed,”We’ve got to go, Jughead needs us.”

“You want us to come along?” I asked, peeling my shirt away from my skin. She shook her head and jabbed her finger at Fangs, ordering,”No, we’ve got this. You take her back your place and get her new clothes to change into since you guys wanted to be a bunch of asses.”

He nodded and helped me to my feet before we drove to his place. Once we arrived back at his trailer, Fangs handed me a pair of sweatpants and a shirt much larger than my frame then I headed back to the bathroom, changing from my wet clothes.

When I walked into his room, he held up a joint and asked, ”You cool with me smoking one?” I nodded, settling beside him on the bed then turned on his little TV and focused on the random show after getting comfortable.

I watched as he put the joint out then his hand landed on my inner thigh, which I didn’t acknowledge. Whenever Fangs got high, he always got touchy feely, something I was used to. But what threw me off was when his hand slid up further, until it landed on my waistband of my sweatpants.

“Fangs?” I asked, looking up at him. His dark eyes were bloodshot and drooped half shut with a lazy grin stretched across his face.

“Pretty girl, I got a question for you.”he drawled out, leaning closer. I glanced down, my eyes catching on something in his pants.

“Oh my God.” I gasped, eyes glued to his erection. He reached for my hand and pressed it to his dick as he asked,”How would you feel if I fingered you?” Fangs was never this blunt when he was sober, but god, I was so thankful that he was acting like this.

“Come on, pretty girl, you know I’ve got a clear head, so let me finger that pretty pussy.” I squeaked at his filthy words and he smirked, releasing my hand to tangle his fingers in my hair, pulling me into a kiss.

I gasped into his mouth and pressed closer to him as his finger slid down further, parting my pussy lips. He growled at the feeling of how wet I was then he muttered,”Now I really got to finger you. C’mon, pretty girl, what do you say?”

“You’ve already got me this riled, so if you don’t make me come by fingering me, I swear to God, I will punch you in the dick.” I informed him, my breath coming out in pants. He grinned and wiggled the sweatpants down my legs before I kicked them off the rest of the way, Fangs moving between my thighs.

“God, pretty girl, you’re so wet. Maybe I should smoke around you more if this is what I get for it.” he suggested, spreading my lips to expose my clit. My body trembled with excitement as he pushed two fingers into me, almost like he was testing my readiness.

“Fangs, please. I can take it.” I whimpered, fingers winding in his hair. He smirked up at him and stated,”I’m fingering you, pretty girl, what more do you want?”

“Eat me out please.” I gasped, pushing at the back of his head. He leaned forward, blowing air onto my clit, and my hips jerked towards him, nails digging into his scalp. His tongue flicked out and wet his lips, teeth claiming a place on the plump bottom one.

“You sound so pretty when you’re desperate. You sure that you want that?” Fangs asked, raising an eyebrow at me. Nodding eagerly, I blurted out, ”Please, need it so bad, baby, please.” A smirk spread across his pretty lips then he leaned forward, sucking my clit into his mouth and gave a small nip to the nub. I gave a cry at the feeling and my head hit the pillow, hips rising to chase his mouth as he pulled away.

“Aww look at my pretty girl. So fucking desperate for me to make you come. You sure you want to come on my fingers and mouth… or do you want something just a little thicker and a lot longer?” His free hand traces his cock, a groan escaping his pretty lips then he questioned, “You wanna come on my tongue, lil mama? Yeah, I bet you fuckin’ do, pretty girl.”

“Fangs, c’mon, please… please fuck me, fuck me, let me come!” I pleaded, tugging on his hair. He flashed a grin at me then replied, “I suppose I could give in to you, but I don’t know…” I grabbed his wrist and tugged it upwards, sucking his fingers into my mouth, causing him to pause.

“Ahh fuck, pretty girl, you look so good sucking my fingers. That’s not fucking fair. Alright fine, you can come.”he agreed, curling his fingers upwards to find my g-spot. I cried out, head slamming into the pillow as he pressed a forearm across my waist, tongue flicking upwards to suck my clit back into his mouth.

“Fangs! Oh God, yes!” He allowed me to ride out my orgasm, my head thrashing back and forth as the pleasure began to consume me. He pulled away and crawled up to me, kissing me as he tangled his fingers in my hair, asking as he pulled away, “You ready to take a wild ride, pretty girl?”

“Hell yeah I am, Fangs.” I chirped, unbuttoning his jeans. He sat up and pushed them down, taking his boxers with him. He reached into the drawer and pulled out a condom, tearing the top off. I snagged it from his hand then pushed him into his back, straddling his waist as I rolled the condom on, grinding down on him.

“Fuck, pretty girl, being so naughty. But I can take it and I sure as fuck am gonna take you.”he snarled, slamming me backwards onto the mattress, pressing my thighs apart, guiding the head of his cock to my entrance.

“Just fuck me, you cocky serpent.” I spat, tilting my hips upwards. He gave a mean grin then chirped, “Fine, you asked for it.” He buried his cock into me, ducking his face in the crook of my neck as we moaned, my nails digging into his back.

“God, Sweet Pea’s gonna have so many fuckin’ jokes about this.” Fangs moaned as I dragged my nails through his hair. I laughed and allowed my eyes to flutter open, pleading, “Don’t talk about Sweet Pea while you’re fucking me, it’ll give me ideas.” His eyes seemed to grow darker, dilating, then he purred, “Does pretty girl like the thought of me and SP fucking her at the same time? Cause god, that’s fucking hot.”

I wrapped my legs around his waist then tightened them, snapping, “Can we make each other come now and talk about our possible threesome with Sweet Pea later? I’d really appreciate that.” He snapped his hips upwards, changing our pace of sweet and sensual to fast and rough as he bit out, “Yeah we can do that. God your pussy is so fucking tight, makes me want to come. But first, you’re gonna clench that cunt around my dick and you’re going to come for me again.”

“F-Fangs, please! Please let me come on your cock, I’ll be so good for you, fuck! Please, please, papi!” He froze at my plea and my eyes widened when I realized what I had called him but when I thought he was going to pull away, he groaned and muttered, “Dios mio, mi amor, you are so trying to kill me.” He rutted his hips against mine, deft fingers finding my clit as he continued to fuck me, my hands gripping the blanket underneath us.

“Aww, does pretty girl like the way I pound her pussy? Is she gonna come for me?” Fangs asked, pressing upwards with his fingertips, his pace beginning to stutter. I rocked down, twisting my hips to gain more friction before he leaned forward, working love bites both on my shoulder and neck, then I pleaded, “Make me come, Fangs.”

“Okay.”he stated simply, yanking my hips down with his free hand, his fingers pressing just right on my clit, a cry escaping me as he did so, my orgasm rushing through my body. My heart pounded in my chest and I could hear the thump of the beat in my ears as Fangs met his own release, a soft groan breaking the silence of the room.

He rolled me onto my back then kissed me on the forehead, murmuring, “Give me a minute, okay, pretty girl?” He pulled off the condom and tied it, throwing it into the wastebasket beside the bed, then walked into the bathroom, the sound of water running catching my attention.

He returned a few moments later, with a glass of water and a washcloth. I took the cup and began to sip on the drink as he wiped my thighs, waking sure he didn’t miss anything, before he offered me a shirt, saying, “Don’t want you getting cold.” I smiled at his worry for me then wrapped my arms around his waist, laying my head on his chest.

His phone began ringing and he picked up, letting out a hum when he realized that it was Sweet Pea calling him, “SP, what’s up, man? How’d it go with Jones?” Our tall friend began ranting about all the bullshit our favorite Serpent Prince had put our friends through then I took the phone, informing him, “I hate to do this to you, Sweets, but it’s my cuddle time so call back at another time. Thanks, love you, stay safe!”

I pressed end and set the phone on the floor, tangling my legs with Fangs’, murmuring, “Alright, it’s nap time, motherfucker.”

“Am I forgiven for the water incident?”he asked, kissing my temple. I hummed for a moment then muttered, “I dunno, ask me in the morning when my brains return to me.” He laughed in return, pressing his forehead to mine as he murmured, “Thank you.”

“Mm, thank you.”

[kelyon]

Golden Cuffs 34: The Claiming

Rumbelle Dark Castle BDSM AU

Belle and Rumple reconnect physically

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Rumpelstiltskin blinked at Belle as she looked up at him from her position at his feet. His breathing was shallow and rapid, his hands clenched and unclenched as he stared at her in utter bafflement. 

“Tell me again,” he said slowly. “Tell me what you want, Belle.”

“I want you to take my body back,” she answered. “I want you to own me again. I want you to make me your whore.”

He took a step backwards, into the hallway beside the library’s wooden door. “It is too soon,” he protested. “Far too soon after your ordeal. You cannot possibly--”

“It’s what I want,” Belle said fiercely. “When I was a child, I was thrown from a horse, and my mother told me I had to get back on as soon as possible. She didn’t want me to be afraid of something I had enjoyed just because I had gotten hurt doing it.”

Rumple gaped at her, his mouth opening and closing until he found his words. “This is not the same thing.”

“Every moment I spend without you touching me is another moment where the last person who touched me was Regina.” Belle pushed down her repulsion at the notion, at the memory of Regina’s cruel hands and lacquered nails clawing at her body. “I’ve been home for nearly a full day and it still doesn’t feel right.”

Still on her knees, Belle reached out to touch his legs. “Make me feel right,” she begged him. “Make me feel normal again.”    

Crouching down, Rumpelstiltskin looked into her eyes. He searched her face, looking for meaning in her features as though she were a book in a language he couldn’t read.

“I’m not just saying this because I think it’s what you want to hear,” she told him.

“Oh, I know that, my girl,” he said as he stood up. “Because I know that you know that I would rather never touch you again than hurt you irreperably.”

She did know. Rumpelstiltskin tended to avoid her after he had done something he thought was wrong. If he had his way, it would be days or even weeks before he felt worthy of giving her orders again. It would be even longer than that before he broached the subject of fucking her, and Belle couldn’t imagine how long she would have to wait before he was ready to play a pain game. 

It would be even worse now that she had the library, now that he would no longer be responsible for feeding her and putting her to bed. There was no longer any reason for them to be together, no bodily need for them to satisfy but lust. And if Rumple chose to deny himself that pleasure, where did that leave her? 

“I would rather take the risk,” she said. “I would rather know if fucking will hurt me. Better that than to live in fear that it might.”

Rumpelstiltskin rubbed his face. “And what would I know about facing fears?” he muttered. He stood that way, with his hand over his mouth, for a long moment. Finally, he seemed to finish thinking. He reached down and helped her stand up.

Even when she was on her feet, Belle held on to Rumple’s hand. His flesh was warm beneath her fingers. His calloused skin sparkled green-gray against her pale pink fingers. For a moment, both of them looked at their hands, the only place where they were joined. 

“Make me yours,” Belle whispered. “Those witches stole me from you. Now let me know that they will never have me again.”

At that, Rumple took her in both hands, holding her shoulders, pulling her closer. “Never.” His fingers rubbed at the blue silk of her robe as his amber-colored eyes poured into hers. “They will never have you again. No one will, unless you ask for it.” 

“I’m asking you,” Belle whispered. She brought her hands to his chest, laying her palms flat against his soft leather waistcoat. “Will you kiss me?”

He bent his head nearer to hers. They breathed the same air, but he came no closer. “Only if you want me to.”

“Please.” Belle felt hot tears prickling in her eyes. She wanted him. She loved him. And being denied the comfort of his body was unendurable.

But then his mouth was on hers and his arms were around her and she closed her eyes and in the darkness there was nothing in the world besides Rumpelstiltskin kissing her. She wrapped her arms around his neck and cursed the high leather collar that kept her from his skin. She wanted him. She wanted all of him, wanted him with a hunger that had no logic or sense, that knew nothing but its own need. 

They broke apart, both of them panting and staring at the other. Rumpelstiltskin wiped his mouth with his thumb, dragging it across his lips in a cocky smile.

“Good thing you said please,” he said with an impishness that she hadn’t seen in so long.

Belle felt a jolt of excitement go through her. Had he seen her jump? Did he understand how much she wanted this, wanted him?

“If I say it again, will you do more than just kiss me?”

She certainly saw him jump. He stood up straighter, his eyes bright and glinting. He shook his head at her. 

“Wicked girl,” he grinned. Then he became businesslike. “Here are your choices: If you go back into the library, I cannot follow you. You will have as much time and space and solitude as you would like to have.”

Belle understood that, even if she didn’t like it. “What are my other choices?”

He held his hand out to her. “If you take my hand, we can walk together to the dining room. You can serve me tea, and we can sit together in companionable silence. Or talk to each other, as you like.”    

That was a better possibility than being left alone, but it still wasn’t what she had asked for. “Is there a third option?”

His grin went from impish to wild. “Since you mention it…. There is a crimson bedroom, at the end of this hallway, around the corner. If you choose to go there, the door will be open for you.” His voice lowered. “If you run, I will chase you, and when I catch you, you will be entirely at my mercy.” 

Belle swallowed. That. Yes. That was what she wanted.

“The choice is yours, my sweet.”

Without a second thought, Belle turned on her heel and bolted away from the library. After a brief head start, she heard footsteps behind her. Her heart raced at the thudding of his boots on the stone floor. She ran down the hallway and rounded a corner towards the only door that was already opened. Panting and giggling, Belle rushed to the bedroom. With a flying leap, she jumped onto the bed and landed on the scarlet coverlet.

She had just enough time to sit up on the edge of the bed before Rumple pounced onto her with a growl. Laughing, Belle threw her head back and exposed her neck to his fearsome kisses. She joyfully surrendered herself to being devoured by this savage beast.  

He kissed her roughly, ferociously, scraping his teeth against her flesh. Such a perfect pain! Soon she would be covered in bite-marks. She would be able to touch her throat and feel the heat of his passion on her skin. His dark welts would cover the scars from Maleficent’s thorns. Belle let out a high-pitched squeal of arousal and delight. She was becoming his again.

Pulling open her robe, Rumple moved down to her chest. His lips pressed against that skin with as much fervor as they had at her throat. 

But now instead of delighting in the mild pain, Belle bolted up and hissed. His mouth had met the skin burned by dragonfire. 

Rumple pulled away at once. Belle dug her nails into her palms and breathed through the pain on her chest until it faded. Strange how her body knew the difference between good pain and bad pain. 

The burns still hurt. She didn’t want to admit it, but they hadn’t healed yet. She was still suffering the effects of what she’d been through. 

Rumple sought her out, his eyes no longer savage, but questioning, fearful.

“Not on the burns,” Belle whispered. Gradually, she lay down again, her legs dangling off the bed. “But don’t stop.”

With a slight nod, Rumple went back to his work. His mouth went to her breasts, where no damage had been done. He bit and sucked at the rounded flesh to put his mark on her. Belle closed her eyes to imagine the sight, the purple and red splotches against her pale skin. He licked her nipples until they were so hard they ached. Then he sucked at them until Belle felt the pull of her desire coming up from her secret places and out of her mouth in a deep moan.

He released her breast with a pop and waited for her to open her eyes. “Good?”

Belle nodded her head loosely. “So good.”

“Tell me what you want next,” he ordered darkly. “Beg me for what you most desire.”

His tone was so imperious, so delicious, that Belle felt the shock of pleasure run down her spine and land between her legs.

“Please, Rumpelstiltskin,” she whimpered. “Please put your mouth on my cunt.”

His eyes shone. “You greedy whore,” he murmured fondly. 

But when he spread her robe and looked between her legs, he stopped playing the game. He didn’t speak, and didn’t move. Belle propped herself up on her elbows and looked down at him. He was staring at her secret places--at the bare mound that had once been hidden by her curls but now sat exposed and vulnerable.

“They did this to you,” he said simply. His voice was calm, but his lips twisted into a snarl around the words.

“I think the hair is growing back already.” Belle said. “They didn’t use magic, just pulled everything out by the roots.”

He winced. “I will never be out of your debt for this.” He shook his head. “None of this would have happened to you if you weren’t associated with me.”

“Let’s not think about that now.” She reached out to him, touched his face and stroked his crinkly hair. “Right now I just want you to kiss it better.”

She felt his breath against her skin as he huffed out a mirthless chuckle. 

“Please, Rumple,” she said. “This is what I meant. I ask you now--I beg you, Rumpelstiltskin--to pleasure me so well that I forget I was ever in pain.” 

“Oh, Belle,” he pressed a kiss into her palm. “I hope I can do as you ask.”

“If anyone can, it’s you.”  

He bent his head between her legs and put his mouth over her cunt. Belle leaned back on the bed and allowed the warmth and the pleasure to overtake her. 

Rumple started with kisses--light and sweet. Had he ever kissed her so gently before, anywhere? Pressing his lips to her prickly fuzz, he covered her bare skin, inch by inch. Belle spread her legs wider, and his kisses became more adventurous. He used his tongue in light strokes, swiping and licking at her inside and out. He pressed his mouth against her wetness, and she felt the heat of him envelope her. 

But it wasn’t a flame, it didn’t burn to have him touch her. He was just a man. A man who cared for her and wanted to give her pleasure. 

Belle felt that pleasure. She felt herself throb and ache for him. He was giving her everything and all she could do was beg for more. Her legs were over his shoulders and she dug her heels into his leather waistcoat, trying with all her strength to bring them closer together.

 He pushed his nose against her pleasure spot and gripped her thighs in his hands. Her pleasure rose up into his kiss as Belle arched her back and cried out. All the tension in her body sprang loose at once and she fell back on the bed, limbs limp and heart racing. 

“That was wonderful,” she panted. 

“That was quick,” Rumpelstiltskin said as he stood up. He was still dressed, still composed. If it weren’t for the sheen of fluids on his chin, he would have looked perfectly normal. 

“Well, I missed you.” Suddenly shy, Belle pulled her legs up on the bed and rolled to hide her face among the pillows. She didn’t want him to see her blushing, didn’t want him to see her silly, girlish smiles. Rumple would never believe how happy he made her, even if he saw it with his own eyes.

“Was that all that my whore wanted?” There was the slightest archness to his voice. Belle got the impression that if she said it was everything, then he would bid her a good day and be about his business. She couldn’t have that. She couldn’t stand to spend another day away from him.

Sitting up, Belle tried to control her smiles. She chose her words carefully. There could be no confusion about this.

“That was one way in which you can use my body for your pleasure, Rumpelstiltskin. You made me come very well.” Belle paused to give those words time to settle in his mind. 

“But,” she went on, “there are many more ways that you can get pleasure out of me--your pleasure and mine.” His eyes were dark as he listened to her, his pink tongue darted out from between his lips. “I want you to do all of them.”

She saw the jolt go through him, as though her words had been a bolt of lightning.

“Belle,” he whispered.

“Take me back,” she murmured. “Take me back in to your bed. Take me back to how it was before. Take me the way you used to take me, Rumple.”

He looked at her, and his eyes were dark and hungry. He stood over her and she spread herself out for him, displaying her body like a feast for him to devour. 

“Your robe,” he said huskily, “take it off.”    

Belle moved so quickly that she couldn’t feel the cuffs pulling at her wrists to make her obey. For once, she was faster than they where.

Rumpelstiltskin was even faster. The moment she was naked, he was on top of her on the bed. He had made his clothes vanish and he pushed his cock between her legs. It slid inside her wetness and Belle let out a throaty moan. 

Just like that, they were joined again. The two of them had become one flesh. Their bodies pressed together so closely that nothing separated them--not even silk, not even air. In an instant, they had recreated the union that had been built up over months and that had been severed for these endless days.

It felt so good Belle wanted to weep for it. Her secret places clenched around his cock as she tried to pull him in, deeper and deeper. Wrapping her arms and legs around him, she dug her nails into his bare back and clung to him.

“Oh Rumple,” she whimpered. “This is perfect. I want this--I want you!” Her body trembled as she fought the urge to say all she really felt, settling instead for: “I want you so much.”

His strokes had been frenzied and passionate, but now he slowed down. They breathed together, both of them savoring the feeling. Being together like this had once been so familiar, but now it felt new and different, almost as though they were strangers who didn’t really know each other at all. 

Rumple felt it too, this oddness. She could see it in his eyes. There was something restrained about him, even in this passion. It was like he was waiting for her to scream and shout for him to stop. He was still afraid of hurting her.

“It was only three days,” Belle said out loud. “Why should we let it ruin everything between us?”

Putting his weight on his hands, Rumpelstiltskin looked down at Belle. “A whole life can change in an instant,” he said. “One moment, one bad decision, and you can lose everything.” He bent down and kissed her, deeply, on the lips. “You are the first thing I’ve lost that has ever come back to me.”

Belle’s heart fluttered, from his words or his kiss, she couldn’t say. “I never want to be away from you again.”

Chuckling, he shook his head and pulled out from her, sitting over her on his knees. 

His cock jutted away from his groin, still hard and rampant. Belle saw her wetness glisten against the dark green skin of it. Her cunt clenched around the aching emptiness it had left behind in her body. 

“You said you wanted everything, you tireless slut.” He grinned at her, as though this was nothing but a game. “Are you ready for me to claim your mouth?”

“Of course, Rumpelstiltskin,” she answered as she pushed herself up on the bed. 

He sat up on the pillows with his feet tucked under his legs. Facing him, Belle rested her hands on his shoulders and ran them down his chest. His nipples tightened and grew hard at her touch and his breath hitched, just a little, at the sensation.

Belle bit back a smile and moved her hands down to his thighs. Perhaps it didn’t matter how they were together, just so long as they were. Perhaps it would be enough just to be around him, to share in the pleasures of their bodies. Perhaps it wouldn’t matter if he never gave her his heart, or if she never told him that he had hers. If they could just do this for as long as they could, perhaps that would be enough.

Positioning herself between his legs, Belle looked up at Rumpelstiltskin. She loved the sight of his body. The lean muscles over a slight frame, his gray-gold skin that darkened into green on the areas where he was most sensitive. Her fingers traced the shaft of his cock, and the loose, fleshy sack underneath. He was darkest there. As soon as she touched him, he let out a strangled moan. 

Belle sighed. “You’re so lovely.” 

Snorting, Rumple opened his eyes and looked down at her. “You need to meet more people, my girl.”    

“No,” she whispered. “All I need is you.” She swallowed and forced herself to stop staring at his face. “Besides,” she said lightly, looking down at his cock and stroking it, “you’re going to claim me, aren’t you? Once I’m yours again, you won’t let me go to someone else.”

She bent her head over his cock, but before she could put her mouth on him, Rumple pulled her up by the shoulder.

“Belle,” he looked at her intensely, “you are safe from people you don’t want. I will never order you fuck anyone. But you deserve a bigger world than what you’ve had so far. There’s no need for your experiences to begin and end with me. Do you understand?” 

Slowly, she blinked at him. Her mouth was still open. “Do you intend for me to be with other people?”

“I don’t want you to be afraid of the idea.” He released his grip on her shoulder. “There are many good lovers in the world, my sweet. People who will treat you well and give you all the pleasure you deserve. If you want them, we can make arrangements that will satisfy everyone.”

Belle took a deep breath, in and then out. It was such an odd thought, that he would allow her to want another person. Did he want her to have other lovers? Would it excite him to see her be used by another man, to see her pleasure a woman?

She pumped his cock slowly, taking comfort in the solid warmth of it, the realness of his desire for her. “When I was with Ariel, did you enjoy watching that?”

“The important part was that you enjoyed it.” He shook a little, under her attentions. “It was something you had never done before, but you had no trepidation.” He reached out, to wrap a strand of her hair around his fingers. “I never want you to be afraid again, my brave girl.”

Belle had too many thoughts to make them form words. Being with Ariel had been good. She had trusted Rumple then, and it had turned out quite pleasantly. And before the party, she would have had no fear of pleasuring another person, especially not if it was someone Rumple trusted, someone he wanted her to be with. If he wanted to watch her service one of his friends, if it was something he actually wanted and would bring him pleasure, then perhaps it would be something she could do. In theory, at least, she didn’t object to the thought of Rumple sharing her with someone who would give her pleasure.

But this--Belle thought as she finally lowered her mouth over Rumpelstiltskin’s rigid cock--was exactly the wrong time for him to bring it up. Right now, she wanted to belong to him and only him. It didn’t matter who he wanted her to fuck, all she wanted was to be with him, to please him in whatever way she could.

By relaxing her throat, Belle was able to take all of him into her mouth at once. She sank down and rested her forehead against the soft skin of his groin. On her way back up, she licked long lines along the shaft, tasting her own wetness on his skin. What a perfect combination! The taste of her salt mixed with his spice never failed to arouse her. The rich, earthy darkness of his body, of his cock in particular, was her favorite flavor in the world.

“Why should I take another man?” Belle asked coyly between kisses up and down his length. “I’m sure no one in the world tastes as good as you do, Rumpelstiltskin.”

“Fuck,” he hissed. In one motion, Rumple grabbed Belle by the hair and got up on his knees. He didn’t let her move away from his groin, but kept her by his cock, pushed himself inside her.

He fucked her face, quickly and roughly, wrapping her hair around his fist. Belle closed her eyes and let him take her, let him have her. In that moment, she was nothing, and she wanted to be nothing. Nothing but what he wanted her to be.

“Of course I want you,” he grunted as he thrust frantically into her mouth. “I want you to be mine and only mine. I still want everyone in the world to envy me with my perfect woman!”

He pulled out of her suddenly, and Belle was certain that he would come on her face, that she would feel his hot, black seed bursting against her lips and on her cheeks.

But all she felt was his mouth.

He kissed her, rough and passionate. His arms embraced Belle like she was a life raft and he a drowning man. He stayed close to her when they broke apart, his breath hot and heavy on her face. 

“But I will deny you nothing, my Belle. You deserve every pleasure in every world, and I will give you everything my power can offer you. No matter what it costs.”

She kissed him back, softly, tenderly. “I only want you, Rumple, and what you can give me as yourself.”

For a long moment, they held each other.  Belle rested her hands on his neck, on his back. She felt his muscles relax under his skin, felt his breathing slow as he breathed her in. She tried to believe her own words, that she would only take what he was willing to give her. It would be selfish to ask for anything more. 

“You are so important, Belle,” he whispered in his serious voice. “You are the first woman who has wanted me in so long. And I thought you would never let me touch you again. I thought I had destroyed you, destroyed what we have between us.”

She shook her head against him. “I couldn’t lose you either, Rumple. I don’t want this to end. I lo--long for you. So much.” She winced at her lapse, at the moment where she had almost said more than he would want to hear.

He didn’t seem to notice. Rumpelstiltskin’s hands crept down Belle’s naked back and rested on her bottom. He squeezed.

“Shall I claim this too?” he murmured, playful again. “Does my whore still want me to take everything?”

Belle’s heart pounded. How quickly he could change! How suddenly he turned from tenderness to ribaldry! But that was who he was, wasn’t it? Rumple wouldn’t be Rumple if he wasn’t as devious as he was lovable, as sincere as he was theatrical. And Belle could love both parts of him. Every part of her body could belong to every part of his personality.

“Yes, Rumple,” she let out a dreamy sigh. “Yes, fuck me there too.”

He giggled and Belle smelled lavender. Oil in his palms glided over her flesh, coating her backside as he prepared her. It used to be that he would use oil of roses for this, and the fragrance would linger on her body for days after he took her. But now it was lavender, and it had been last night as well. Would she ever have roses again?

“How did you know?” she asked as he rolled her over his knees to rub her flesh. “How did you know that Maleficent would use roses to hurt me?”

Rumple’s hand stilled, but he kept it splayed over her bottom. “There is a castle in another kingdom,” he said quietly. “It is covered entirely in thorns. A princess has slept in that castle for ninety-eight years, enchanted to stay forever young and beautiful. No matter the season, the castle is always surrounded by leafless thorns. Except on the one day a year when Maleficent comes to visit. On that day, the sleeping castle is covered in roses.”

Belle swallowed. A princess. Of course. Belle knew what it was to be Maleficent’s princess. Fire coiled in her stomach and she tried to shut out the thoughts, tried to push away the memories of false smiles and forced caresses, of the thorns pushing into her skin and the roses that had burst into bloom at the moment of Maleficent’s pleasure. 

She turned her face away from Rumpelstiltskin, but he was there anyway. He pulled her up into his arms and held her in his lap. He murmured gentle words to soothe her fears.

“I’m alright,” Belle said. She hoped it was true. “I don’t want to stop.”

“No one said anything about stopping, sweet girl. But we can go more slowly. We have all day, after all. We have weeks. We have months, my Belle.”

“No,” she insisted. “If we let them change things between us, they’ll have won--again! I can’t bear that, Rumple. I can’t bear for anything to keep us from this!”

He stroked her back as she fought off tears. “It’s not just fucking you want, is it, my girl?”

She shook her head and tried to breathe. Deep breaths, like he had taught her. There was so much that she wanted, so much that she was terrified of losing.

He held her until she stopped trembling. Then he lifted her chin and kissed her, slowly, on the lips. “What shall I do for you, Belle?”

Looking down into his lap, she saw that he was still half-hard. Her distress had cooled his ardour, but not by much. Good.

“My asshole,” she answered, deliberately choosing the crudest word she could. If she could shock herself with words, perhaps that would keep the thoughts from hurting. “The last person to touch me there was that poor guard. Regina forced him to fuck me without any oil. It hurt so much, and he was so miserable. They--they used my body to torture him.” She bit her lip to keep herself from blubbering.

Rumple held her hands in his. “What can I do?”

She forced herself to open her eyes. “Enjoy it, when you fuck me there. Make me feel wanted, Rumple. Make me feel good.” A wave of tears rose up and Belle came so close to stopping it. Only one sob broke through in her voice. Only a few tears. “Make me feel like I’m good. Please.”

He took her face in his hands and brought her into his embrace. They lay on the bed as she wept and apologized for weeping. He reassured her over and over again that she was good. She had nothing to apologize for. She was good and lovely and had done nothing wrong.

“I’m sorry,” she said one final time. “I wanted so badly for things to be normal again. But I think the queens did ruin us.”

Rumpelstiltskin’s mouth turned to a hard line. “No,” he said. “No, you were right before. I will not have the bond between us broken because of self-centered child like Regina.” He sat up. “Do you want this now, Belle? Or would you feel better in the library?”    

She shook her head. “Let me stay with you.”

“Do you trust me?”

Distraught as she was, he was the only thing in the world that she did trust. “Yes.”

“Alright.” He pulled off the coverlet and lay naked on pink satin sheets, the folded blanket covering his feet. “Will you face away from me, Belle? Will you straddle me?”

She would, though it took some fumbling before she realized what he had in mind. As she sat on her legs, Belle’s bottom perched in front of Rumple’s hardening cock. After wiping away a few lingering tears, she braced herself on her hands and allowed him to open her with his fingers. 

Rumple’s hands rubbed up into her wetness, pulling the slick heat down from her secret places where it mingled with the lavender oil. Unlike the guard, Rumple had an easy time entering her. Her body knew him, wanted him, welcomed him now more than ever. When his fingers slid inside her narrow passage, Belle felt none of the disgust that usually arose at this invasion. Instead, the physical presence of him soothed her. The fullness in her body steadied her mind, weighed her down like ballast in storm-tossed ship.

“I’m going to put my cock inside you, Belle.” His tone was even, assured, and that also was a balm to Belle’s spirit. He was so confident, he had so much control over himself--he made it so easy to let him have control over her too. “Unless you object?”

“No, Rumpelstiltskin,” she breathed. In the edges of her mind, things were beginning to blur and become fuzzy. She was falling into that pleasure-haze, that wonderful place of complete safety. “Please do it.”

Having his cock in her ass only made her feel better. It was so solid inside her, like a second spine that could support her when her own strength failed. Inch by inch, he entered her, until he was fully sheathed and Belle could feel the warmth of his groin against her backside.    

She moaned--a dark, guttural sound--and rocked her hips back and forth.

Rumpelstiltskin chuckled from behind her. “I trust that feels good for you, my dear?”

“Mm-hmm!” Belle grunted. She closed her eyes and focused on the feeling. the perfect hardness of his desire. Once again, they were joined together, just as much as when he was in any other part of her.

“I’m not going to move,” Rumple announced. “Not for a while yet, anyway. I want you to find your pleasure in this, Belle. I want you to control how you get fucked.”

Something inside her clenched at his words. This was a desire she was happy to grant.

With her eyes still closed, she began to move her hips slowly, grinding against him in a dance with no music. Her hands traveled up to her breasts, to her neck, and she slowly slid them down again, relishing the feeling of her own touch. What a shame Rumpelstiltskin couldn’t see her in this position. He would think she was so beautiful.

Turning her head, she looked back at him. He was lounging on the pillows, his jaw slack but his expression intent. His lips were parted and Belle could see the tip of his pink tongue. His eyes were black and glassy with lust.

When he saw her looking at him, his mouth quirked into a grin. “Perhaps a little faster?”

Happy to obey, Belle turned back around and let his cock slide in and out of her. She closed her eyes and braced herself against his bare legs. It was almost tricky; she had to concentrate to make sure that he didn’t come out of her as she thrust over and over.

Pleasure rose up out of Belle. How quickly would she come if she brought her hand to her pleasure spot now? More quickly than if Rumple did it himself? She imagined him reaching up to her suddenly, clutching at her cunt and working his fingers to make her come while she still had him deep in her ass. The thought sent a surge through her, and she bent over double to fall against Rumpelstiltskin’s foot.

Only one foot was visible to her. The other had been covered by the kicked-up blankets. With her hands gripping onto his calves, and with his cock pumping in and out of her ass, Belle inclined her head and placed a kiss on his black toenails.

He felt it. She could tell by the way he jerked. She hadn’t kissed his boots since she had come home. It seemed possible that she might never kiss his boots again. But she had no qualms about kissing his bare feet. If he was going to do her the courtesy of fucking her naked, of holding her while she cried, of giving her everything she asked for--then at least she could give him a little fealty in return. 

She kissed his foot again and again, thanking him for everything he had done for her, everything he insisted she deserved, but for which she was still grateful. She was grateful for him, for every part of himself that he gave her access to. Perhaps he would never love her back. Perhaps she would always have to choose her words carefully in order to keep him from knowing how much she loved him. But as long as he gave her this, she could be happy.

She did want more than fucking, but if fucking was all Rumpelstiltskin could give her, she would be grateful for it. The pieces of him that she could claim were only shards of a greater whole, but they were what she had and she would treasure them. She could claim this moment, and a thousand moments like it, when Rumple’s body belonged to her as much as hers belonged to him. 

He pulled up suddenly, grabbing on to her torso, taking control for himself as he followed the bend of her body. Belle went limp for him, pliant and submissive. She was his, and she would let him claim her. 

“Belle,” Rumple grunted as he pounded her into the bed. He thrust into her from behind as his arms crossed over her chest. “Belle!”

“I’m here, Rumpelstiltskin,” she whimpered. “I’m yours.”

“Mine,” he growled, and then he pulsed, hot and wet, inside her. 

Belle gasped as her pleasure overtook her. It had been too much to come while his cock was hard and insistent in her ass. But as he softened, Belle began to quake and moan. She curled into a ball on the bed and shook out her completion. Rumpelstiltskin lay beside her, covering her with his body, protecting her and holding her as she trembled in spent desire. 

Eventually, the shaking subsided. Belle’s panting slowed into regular breaths. Her heartbeat stopped its racing. She sprawled out on the bed, utterly exhausted, utterly at peace.

Rumpelstiltskin stayed beside her, resting his arm over her arm, his hand over her hand. They breathed together, their united exhalations the only sound in the crimson room. As she came to herself a little more, Belle scooted back into Rumple’s arms. He took her in, so they were nestled together like two spoons in a drawer.

Not for the first time, Belle wondered if she endured all the strains of passion just to have these moments of blissful exhaustion. Fucking was wonderful, of course, but this sweet glow afterward was almost as good as the burning ecstasy that had preceded it. 

When Rumpelstiltskin nuzzled his nose into her hair and pulled her so close that not even air separated their bodies, Belle could have sworn that it was better.  

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Unadulterated Crack part 8

Pairing: Thorin Oakenshield x Reader

Word Count:  3,206

Warning: Smut, Dirty Talk, Oral Sex, (just expect a bunch of sexual stuff idk it’s like one in the morning and I’m tired), Fluff, Feels, Mild blood, angst, aftercare...that’s it I think

A/N: I’m posting this a day early on accident, but oh well

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    You woke up to a bright light shining in your eyes, it was morning, the air was crisp. there were birds chirping loudly, two large hairy arms around your waist, and a bristly face buried in the crook of your neck. You rolled over and snuggled up to Thorin, who tightened his grip around you. He mumbled, "Go back to sleep it's too early for anything." you just hummed in response and drifted back to sleep.     You woke up once again, only this time Thorin was on top of you and was placing open mouthed kissed on your chest and grind his morning wood against your thigh. You moaned, "What are you up to, you naughty boy?" sleepily as you tangled your fingers into his hair.

     He purred, "I was hoping fro a repeat of last night." kneaded your sides.

     You felt a familiar heat pool in your loins as Thorin did this, you sighed, "I suppose one round wouldn't hurt, but be gentle I'm still a little sore from last night." Thorin nodded his head and began to grind himself against your womanhood. When he felt you were wet enough he flipped you on your hands and knees and entered you from behind. You groaned his name as his cock dulled the ache between your thighs, he sucked on your neck, and kneaded one of your breasts, and pinched and rubbed one of your nipples. His scrotum slapped against your clitoris rather nicely. As you purred for him, Thorin panted, "You like this don't you dirty little girl. You like me stuffing my cock in your slick cunt." grabbing a handful of your hair and tugging your head back.

     You mewled, "Yes, don't stop!" 

    He turned your head, and stuffed his tongue down you throat for a minute before growling, "I have no intention of stopping, not when you are so fucking wet for me, and as long as you keep begging me for more." Thorin plunged his tongue back into your mouth, and started to thrust harder and faster, while he used his free hand to stimulate your clitoris. That was enough to send you over the edge, and as your walls milked his cock for his precum, he grabbed both of your wrists, pulled your arms behind your back and used them to jerk you back onto his cock as he thrust forward. A few thrusts like this he buried himself as deep in your walls as he could and he came.     Much to your surprise after Thorin came down he pulled out, and let you fall to the mattress, and leaned his back against the head board. Thorin dragged you between his legs so your head was level with his manhood. He ran his fingers through your hair, and said, "Now I tasted you last night, you should reciprocate that don't you think?" looking down at you.  He grabbed your chin and coaxed you to open your mouth as he pressed the tip of his cum covered cock to your lips. He said, "Open your mouth, don't be shy I won't hurt you." You took him in your hands, and slowly licked the slit on his head with the tip of your tongue. He hummed, "There's a good girl, take it in your mouth." combing his fingers over your scalp. You ran your tongue from the base of his shaft, up one of the protruding veins, and around the head of his penis. He continued to stroke your hair, as you greedily licked and slurped his seed off his shaft. When he was clean you took his head in your mouth and stroked the rest of him with your hands. He thought, 'I know you can take more of me in your mouth you minx.' impatiently applying slight pressure to the back of your head. 

    You smirked up at him, and slowly took more of him into your mouth. When his head hit the back of your throat he said, "There, that's it now bob your head and suck on it like a lollipop, be careful not to choke yourself." You didn't have his whole cock in your mouth yet, you began to guide his cock down your throat, he growled, "You'll choke yourself!" pulling your hair in an effort to get you to ease up. In response you sucked harder and grazed your teeth along his shaft. He snapped, "Hufflepuff! No teeth!"

     You thought, 'Then let me take all of you in.' he sighed and let you push himself down your throat. When you felt you had taken enough of him into your mouth and throat, you began to bob your head up and down him as you massaged his balls in your hand. You swallowed around him, and he moaned hoarsely and attempted to shove his cock deeper into your throat. You allowed him to do so, and when your lips were wrapped around his base you moaned sending vibrations through him. He felt you were going too slow, he pulled your head off him, he dragged you to the edge of the bed and positioned you on your back so your head was leaning over the side.

           Thorin positioning himself so his cock was pressing into your lips, having to lean forward. He grabbed your jaw, and pried it open, and stuffed himself inside your mouth. He began to thrust himself down your throat, and  grunted, "Suck me down, you little bitch." He grabbed your throat with one hand and braced his weight on the other that was resting on your hips. You obliged, and hollowed your cheeks around him and twirled and curled your tongue around his cock as he thrust into your cavern. You grabbed his hips and pulled off him only to take one of his balls in your mouth. As you sucked and licked it, you palmed his cock with your hand and massaged his other ball  with your others hand while you sucked in air. When you had enough air you rasped, "Put it back in my mouth." He didn't need to be told twice, and as he fucked your face you guided his hand to your folds and coaxed him to rub your clitoris. He crawled on the bed and pulled you with him but didn't shift positions. As he thrust into your mouth he hungrily sucked at your bud, and stuffed three of his large fingers into your entrance, and eased a single finger into your anus. You massaged his balls with one hand and rubbed his taint with the others. Thorin's thrusts got harder and faster, causing you to choke around him, which he enjoyed. He gave one final thrust and came in you, his cock expanded in your throat but slid out with relative ease after you swallowed his seed. You licked and sucked off the cum you didn't swallow the first time.    Thorin pulled out of your mouth and flipped you around, he growled, "I'm going to fuck you so hard you are not going to be able to walk straight for a week." smearing your lubricating fluid over his cock. As he did this he sucked on your nipples to keep you excited. You wondered how you were still so wet, and excited after cumming so many times. Thorin grumbled, "that would be me, dwarves excrete a hormone that keeps a female aroused far longer than she would naturally. It also keeps you from getting numb too quickly."  thrusting into you roughly.

   You gasped as he stretched you so deliciously. He chuckled, "Like that don't you?" Thrusting deep, hard, and fast as he could. You kissed him, and rolled your body against his, making his body hair scratch you, which added to your pleasure. He started to thrust at different angles like he was looking for something. At a particular thrust you practically screamed as you arched your back off the bed, and clung to him. He mused, "There it is." thrusting into the same spot over and over. You came twice before he did.

    After his fifth orgasm, as you two lay there panting and gasping for air, Thorin thought, 'I hope she's pregnant.' to himself.  He pulled you to him, and he stroked your stomach and hips.He really wanted a child of his own. He was old, if he waited much longer he'd loose his chance to see them grow up. He had filled you with his seed multiple times in the last twelve hours. Thorin had intentions to keep bedding you every night until they left Rivendell. He worried about how you would take to being with child, you were already protective, and nurturing of everyone in the company. He was concerned that carrying a child would mean he had to leave you alone somewhere safe. He agonized about how you'd fair with a Dwarvish pregnancy on your own in case he died trying to reclaim his home.     You pulled Thorin out of his thoughts by tugging on his braids, and growling, "Are you listening to me Thorin?"

     "Oh sorry, no, I was deep in thought. What were you saying?" He replied.

     You sighed, "I could tell because you are crushing me, and I wish for you to ease up on me." Thorin realized he was nearly squeezing the life out of you. He released his grip and mumbled, "Sorry... Do you feel alright? You don't hurt at all, I know that having sexual intercourse with a dwarf can prove strenuous to gentle folk."

      You cuddled up to him and said, "I'm fine, a little sore, but other than that I'm just dandy. But what were you brooding over so intently?" 

     "I was concerned about what we would do if I had managed to get you pregnant." Thorin admitted.

     You hummed, "I see, well Thorin we'll worry about that when it comes. There is no use worrying about what might happen."

           You indeed could not walk properly when you tried later that morning, which made Thorin proud of himself. He told you he'd bring you food in bed, as he started to get dressed. During which you spotted the damage you had done to his back, it was covered in scratches, some had bleed quite a bit, some still were. You looked at your hands to see his skin and dried blood embedded under your nails. You gasped, "Oh my god, Thorin! Why didn't you tell me I was hurting you?"

      His hand went to his back, he chuckled, "I did not say anything because I had enjoyed you scratching me like you did. It also served as encouragement to do a good job."

      You grumbled, "At least clean the blood off before you go."

     He grunted, "Nuh-uh, I want everyone to know I bedded you, and you enjoyed it so much you lost control of yourself." smugly. To which you just huffed in response. Before Thorin left he went into the bathroom and came back with a moist towel, he spread your legs and wiped up the cum that had leaked out of you.

          When Thorin returned with food, he handed you your plate, ordered, "Eat, I'll be right back," and disappeared into the bathroom again.  When he returned he ate with you, and once you were done, Thorin said, "Alright time for a bath." setting aside the plates, and picking you up in his arms. He carried you into the bathroom, where a steaming hot bath was waiting. He lowered you into the water, and stripped his clothing off and joined you. Thorin ran a soapy cloth over every inch of your body, but lingered int some places. He massaged your muscles, since he was the reason that they were sore in the first place. When he was done, he went to get out of the pool, but you grabbed him and said, "It's your turn." cheekily.     He hesitated, but eventually let you pull him back into the water, you washed him, and gently scrubbed the blood off his back. Once he was clean you rubbed his back, digging the heels of your palm into his tight, and hard muscles. Thorin moaned and groaned in appreciation as your nimble fingers worked out the decades old knots in his muscles. You draped his hair over his shoulders, as you worked his shoulders and neck. You leaned him back onto your chest as you rubbed his scalp. He looked blissful and peaceful as your fingers pressed into his skull. You leaned him forward, and you massaged his biceps, and worked your way down to his hands. When his arms were were relaxed, and limp at his sides, you turned your attention to his torso. As you used the ball of your thumb to work his pecks, he hummed in appreciation. As you worked your way down his stomach, he grabbed your hips and rubbed them in a pleasing and sensual manner.

      When you were finished, he leaned limply against the side of the tub, he woozily said, "I cannot remember the last time I felt this loose and relaxed." slowly slipping into the water.

     "I would have done it sooner, but you were very difficult to approach on the subject, but since you gave me a massage first, I felt I ought to return the favor." You chuckled, trying to keep his head above water.

     He mumbled, "We should get out, the others are expecting me to go over the plan with them." making a weak attempt to get up, and stumbling. You laughed, and helped him out, and he said, "Mahal I feel like my muscles are liquid, what did you do to me?"

     You shrugged, "What I should have done months ago."

          As Thorin tactlessly attempted to get on his pants, he fell back over onto the bed and huffed, "Woman, this is your fault." laying flat on his back, with one of his pant legs halfway up his leg.

     You crawled on top of him, still naked, and purred, "I did nothing but work a lifetime of stress out of those big muscles of your's, old man."

     Thorin glared at you, his eyes drifting down to your breasts that now dangled freely over his lower face. He grumbled, "old am I? I distinctly remember you marveling over my stamina and endurance in your head, not only last night, but this morning too." His arm wrapping around your waist, and pulling your naked form down on him. You still supported your upper body on your elbows, but your breasts now touched his face. He kissed your breasts as you said, "Indeed I did, and I still do. I had to admit I did not expect you to keep going for close to three or four hours."

      Thorin chuckled, "And I'm thinking about riding this lovely body of your's for the rest of the day. I want to see how long I can go with these newly liberated muscles of mine." taking your nipple in between his teeth, and flicking the bud with his tongue. 

    You lowered your upper body onto him, until his head was enveloped in your cleavage. Thorin began to knead the flesh of your behind as he sucked on your breasts in response. You said, "If you aren't careful, you really will get me pregnant, Thorin."

         Thorin mumbled, "Would that really be a bad thing?" stopping his ministrations, "I want children, especially if they're with you. I am almost two hundred (Y/n), I had given up hope of having my own until you came along. I want nothing more than to see your stomach bloated with a child I put there. Even if it was not mine, I would still be happy that you were pregnant, and I would happily raise it like my own. I want you, and I will support you and everything you do."

     "Thorin, I'm not saying you can never get me pregnant. I am saying that we should be careful until November 23rd." You said stroking his hair in a soothing manner.

     He asked, "And after that date, then can I marry, and rut you like an animal until you are pregnant? In no particular order."

     "Thorin, yes if that is what you want, but I strongly advise you focus on rebuilding Erebor, and fixing relations with those that helped you fight off the forces that hunt us. But if I am being honest I am slightly concerned with how your people will react to their king taking a human for a bride. I also worry about how they will treat any of our children seeing as their heritage will be tainted with mine." You sighed.     Thorin rolled the two of you on your sides, and he replied, "You will not taint anything! Although, I did not think of that, I also doubt that they will be happy that the direct line of Durin will be mingled with the blood of Man. I foresee that they will not except them being my heirs either. Fili may still have to be my heir even after having a child. I do not want any of my children being left with nothing because my people are too blind to see past the fact our children are half breeds." morosely.

     "I don't mind if Fili is still your heir, I don't really care. Being the Heir to a throne puts stress on a person, that no one should really have to go through. As long as they are happy, and well treated I will be happy." You said, "But Thorin it's a bit premature to be thinking about that, we'll roll with the punches when they come. For now, we have a dragon to kill, and a mountain to reclaim. So you need to go over the plan with the company, and I have arrangements to make. But that requires you put your pants on." Pulling away from him slightly and tugging his trousers up his legs.     Thorin looked a little broken up about the possibility of your children's future being not as bright as he had planned. You smiled at him, and said, "Thorin, everything will be fine, you'll see."

     "But, what if people mistreat them?" Thorin moaned, not wanting to let go of you.

     You shrugged, "Thorin, when the day does come when you and I have children, we'll have slain a dragon, defeated an army, and reclaimed Erebor. I don't think anyone would dare cross the great Dwarven King that risked life and limb for them just to have their home back. Not to mention, any children of ours will have two hellions for cousins looking over them, on top of everyone in the company keeping an eye on them. I doubt Dwalin would let anyone even look funny at them let alone mistreat them. They'd have Bombur cooking them sweets, and yummy meals, and Bofur spoiling them with toys. Then there is their hot headed and stubborn father to yell at anyone who thinks that just because they are of mixed heritage that they are a lesser beings."

     Thorin smiled, and said, "And their protective, and clever mother to put them in their place with a quick tongue."

      You nodded your head, and replied, "Yes, but none of that can happen if we don't get Erebor back from that stupid lizard, now hurry up and get dressed." 

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Merry Christmas in July, @thestraggletag! Sorry that this is late (I may or may not have slightly misread the due date and then went into a mild panic about finishing it on time but here it is). It was so cool being your Santa and getting to know you after being your follower for quite a while. Your prompt was definitely out of my comfort zone a little, so I hope you like what I did!

prompt: Silence of the Lams AU

rating: like R because there’s mentions of killers and sex, etc

there is no title because my brain failed

“I don’t like this.”

“You’ve made that very clear, Gold, but the decision isn’t yours.” Regina’s voice was tight, and it made Belle’s stomach clench just a little bit. She had no interest in witnessing one of the famed arguments between Regina Mills, director of their agency, and Robert Gold, her direct superior. With a very careful toss of her hair, Regina’s gaze landed on Belle. “Ms. French, are you willing to do it or not?”

Belle hesitated, sending a quick look in Gold’s direction before dropping her gaze back to her hands. She didn’t like upsetting him - he had been willing to give her a chance here, after all, and he was a pretty good boss, all things considered. But this was her career and she had spent a lot of time and money to get to this point. “I’ll do it. I’m ready.”

“Very good. This is him - Eurig Gold, distant cousin to our Robert.” Belle was acutely aware of a growl from her boss’s direction, and a slight shift of the cane indicated that his grip had gotten tighter. Regina continued as if unaware of Gold’s displeasure. “He terrorized Storybrooke a few years ago. There’s a copycat of sorts running loose now, and we want information from him on tracking down his admirer. We thought you might be able to get him to talk. He reportedly had a soft spot for brunettes with blue eyes and accents.” Regina slid a very smug look in Robert’s direction, although Belle wasn’t really sure what that was all about.

“Well, I suppose I fit the bill then. I can handle that.” She couldn’t bring herself to look at Gold as Regina offered a few last instructions and then dismissed them.

The rest of the building was empty as they returned to their office to gather their things - Gold’s coat, Belle’s purse and sweater, and then walked out of the building together. They shared a bit of small talk, made uneasy by the tension between them, until they arrived at Gold’s Cadillac. “French,” he muttered, the usual terse goodbye, as she walked toward her own care just a few spots away.

“Gold.” He left first, as Belle still fumbled with her keys and the radio knobs. She needed to run to the store for some necessities before making it home - milk and tea and wine, but that had to come from the good store up the street, which meant another stop. By the time she made it home, nearly an hour had passed. The house smelled amazing, and Belle nearly groaned aloud as she kicked off her heels.

“What is that, Robert?”

“You’ll have to wait and see. If I decide to share with you. You’re late, darling.” He peered around the doorjamb from the kitchen with a look remarkably similar to the scowl that terrified everyone at work. But here, it was tempered by a tender glint in his eyes. “I was nearly ready to eat without you.”

“But I knew you wouldn’t have eaten without this,” Belle said, holding up the wine. “And this is why it took so long. I had to get something I knew you’d drink.”

“Just because I tried to give you a little culture, Belle . . .” Shaking his head, Robert disappeared into the kitchen again as Belle dropped her sweater and purse into an empty chair and made her way to the dining room.

The serious topics held off until after dinner, when Robert finally brought up the subject that Belle had known he would. “I wish you would reconsider the assignment, Belle.”

“I know you do, but it’s the right move for me, and apparently I’m the best choice.” She ended the statement with a slight questioning tone; this was ancient history for the town, but Belle was a relative newcomer and didn’t know the ins-and-outs of everything as well as she wanted to. Robert hesitated and took a long drink, prompting Belle to move from the loveseat where she’d been lounging with a book. Her new position, sitting in his lap with her arms around his neck, was far more comfortable for both of them. Robert’s tension eased up a bit as she ran her fingers through his hair. The move was intended to relax him, and it did; he gave her a lot of very useful information that she couldn’t have gained from case files. However it also served another purpose, and by the time he finished talking, she could feel just how much he had appreciated her actions.

“Hmmm, I think it may be time for bed, Robert. What do you think?” She wriggled against him and giggled at the groan that escaped. “I think I’m right. Come along.” Holding her hand out to him, she laced their fingers together and led the way to the stairs.

In their bedroom, they made quick work of their clothes, scattering them from the door to the bed. Belle tugged Robert down with her, a hand sliding down his body to curl around his cock and stroke him. Their lips met in a heated kiss, as his hands moved to tangle into her curls. His lips moved to her neck, biting gently as she guided his cock to her cunt. Neither of them lasted long - the moment wasn’t one they intended to draw out very long, although Belle considered it for a moment. But she was tired, and this was more about the tension and worry that had followed them home from work. So she didn’t fight the rising tide of pleasure in her body as Robert’s thrusting grew less steady, and she came around him with a groan that she stifled against his neck. His own moan a moment later echoed through the room.

Belle shifted on the bed, rolling to her other side and pulling Robert’s arm over her. “It’ll be all right, Robert. You know that, right?”

“I know.” Robert let out a soft sigh, pulling her closer. “I love you, Belle. That’s why I worry.”

“I know, Robert. And I love you too.” Smoothing his hair away from his face, Belle studied him for a long moment before pressing another kiss to his lips. “I’ll be careful. I promise.”

The next morning, their usual routine seemed a bit tense as they prepared for their workday with the thought of Belle’s assignment looming large over them. To her surprise, Robert kept from saying anything about it as they ate breakfast and dressed and even when they walked into the office together. He didn’t say anything until they were nearly to the door of the interrogation room.

“You don't have to do this, French.”

Belle glanced beside her at Gold. It was clearly the last effort and she could see the resignation on his features. But she couldn’t back down now. They’d just had word of another killing that morning, with the signature gold body paint. She had to do something; she wanted to do something. “I know, Gold. But I’m going to. I’ll be careful, and we’ve been over everything that could go wrong at least a hundred times. It will be fine.”

Though she thought his concern would be the same for most of her coworkers, a good deal of it was undoubtedly due to their outside relationship. It might be an unusual situation but nothing improper happened at work, and they didn’t let their feelings interrupt their jobs. So Gold said nothing as she stepped into the interrogation room. She’d be separated from Rumplestiltskin but it still made her skin crawl just a little bit to think that she was so close to someone who had caused such destruction. She approached her side of the table, eyeing the man behind the glass as she did so.

“Hello, Rumplestiltskin.” The strangest thing was how similar he looked to Gold. He was a bit thinner, with sharper features and a strange light in his eyes, but those aside, it was uncanny. They both had long hair with a bit of wave, and brown, intelligent eyes, and a smug edge to their lips, and -

And Belle needed to focus. This wasn’t the time to get so distracted - or the right person.

“Hello, dearie.” His voice was different, thankfully; higher in pitch, with an odd sing-song lilt to it, even though he was clearly speaking. “Are we going to get started?”

When she got home that night, Belle took a very long shower. As she did the next night, and the next, and for the duration of the interviews. It was never very comfortable and she never got used to any of it - the sensation of her skin crawling, the feeling of his eyes on her, the odd and unsettling similarities to Robert. He had so many uncomfortable questions too - about her parents and her relationships and her hobbies. She tried not to let anything slide about Robert but wasn’t entirely sure if she was successful. It didn’t seem right, letting him know so much about her. It established an odd intimacy and that was terrible because his similarities to Robert meant that her guard occasionally slipped.

But there was a break in the case eventually and with the information Belle had gathered, they managed to apprehend the new killer - ironically, one of Regina’s relatives who had a very strange obsession with the Golds. Belle didn’t think she’d ever get used to the ways the population of Storybrooke were so intertwined.

It was later than usual when they got home that evening, after extra paperwork and a late dinner at Granny’s. As per the norm for the last few weeks, Belle went straight to the bathroom where she debated the virtues of a shower over the bath.

“May I join you?”

She turned to eye Robert, who had draped his coat and vest over a chair in the bedroom and had several buttons undone. For whatever reason, possibly because of how put-together he usually was, seeing Robert in any state of disrobing like that never failed to send flickers of desire through Belle’s body. “You’re always welcome.” And that settled her dilemma - shower, rather than bath.

As the water ran, she helped Robert finish undressing - having done that already herself - and took the time to run her fingers over his body lightly. “How did I ever get so lucky?”

“I’m clearly the lucky one in our relationship,” he countered, steering her toward the shower. “To have gained the favor of such a lovely woman.”

And though she meant to protest, she found herself thoroughly distracted as he began massaging her scalp. He had an uncanny knack for doing this perfectly and by the time he had finished shampooing and conditioning her hair, she thought all the tension had drained from her body. But then he went to work with the soap and she discovered that she was wrong, and it wasn’t until she was back under the shower head to rinse the suds away that all of the tension had truly left.

“Feel better now, Belle?” Robert’s eyes were gentle; he knew how stressful the case had been for her, and he had been as accommodating as possible during the interim. But it had been as stressful on him, for different reasons.

“I am. It’s your turn now.” Belle took her time with him, intending to build up the pleasure until it was almost too much for him. She had learned exactly how to do that during their time together and took immense satisfaction in listening to him groan and growl as her fingers explored his body. Massaging his scalp, tracing the lines of his chest and back, teasing the head of his cock - she loved every moment of it, although her favorite moment came when he all but dragged her from the shower so they could dry off and relocate to the bed. His lips made a path down her body from her neck, with a considerable detour at her breasts that had her squirming on the bed before Robert continued on his way. Her fingers wound back into his hair, giving several sharp tugs as the path he took skimmed from her hip to her thigh.

“Robert -” Growling, she arched her back and shifted impatiently until he chuckled, sending an amused look up at her.

“I suppose I shouldn’t tease too much.”

Belle lost track of things a bit after that. Robert was very good and he had learned how to make her lose her mind just as quickly as she had learned how to drive him wild. But she definitely knew that she had two incredible orgasms before she managed to distract Robert enough so she could return the favor. Gently pushing him onto his back, she straddled him, leaning down to nip at his neck. She only teased him for a moment before she sank down on his cock, with both of them letting out soft groans. Robert’s hands dragged along her back then curled around her hips tightly as she began a slow rhythm of riding him. His eyes closed and his hips rocked to meet her; tension was already building in her body again as one of Robert’s hands moved to rub lightly at her clit. And she wasn’t the only one - she could feel how close he was in the tension in his own body and the sharp breaths that broke into the otherwise silent room. Robert came first, with a low groan as his body shuddered, and Belle wasn’t long behind him.

She curled against him, pressing a kiss to his shoulder as he wrapped an arm around her. “I love you, Robert.”

A soft snore answered her and with a tired laugh, she reached across him to turn out the light.

[nialledfromfics]

- one -

“I’ll let you drag me to hell if it means you’ll hold my hand.”

There was absolutely no denying it, it was him. I had seen him twice before, both times the sight of him infiltrating my brain for the rest of the day. So I knew right away, it was him. The bleach blond frosted tips spreading messily over his entire head, blending effortlessly into the darker roots underneath. The faintly flushed pale Irish skin, his face adorned with just the right amount of dark stubble across his jaw and chin. He was wearing a thin fitted woolen grey jumper that stretched perfectly across his broad shoulders and was tucked in around his slim waist. The way he walked, oh god, the way he walked right in through the door of the pub, head held high with a narrowed stare and a smug grin pressing on his thin lips, it was like he owned the place.

Hell, maybe he did.

I stood at the end of the bar as I heard the bell of the door ring out as it opened, quietly counting my nightly tips at the till when they filed in. I say they because not only did I watch the mysterious blondie strut in through the pub door when it was damn near closing time, but so did about four of his friends, all trailing unmindfully loud behind him. Peeking out of the corner of my eyes as they found a table towards the center of the small pub, I watched as they noisily yanked out the stools and hastily plopped down, slamming their hands to the overworn wooden table top.

“Could’ya get that?”

Breaking my train of thought, my stare shot over to my co-worker Aoife, as she moved about next to me, shuffling pint glasses and empty beer bottles around behind the bar. “Got me own two tables to tend to. You can handle those lads, yeah?”

She nodded towards the table where the guys had sat down, my eyes following and focusing to the far right end where the blond haired one was sat. He was leaned forward slightly, elbows resting on the edge of the table, hands clasped together in front of his chin. “Uh, yeah, sure,” I mumbled out to her, not even realizing she had already walked away. Pressing my lips in a line, I stuffed my measly tip earnings back into one of the pockets of my tiny black barmaid apron and brushed my clammy hands across the front.

I cleared my throat and swiveled on my heels, bracing myself as I began to walk over towards their table. I was met with ogling stares as I stepped up to them, a knot forming in my stomach as I immediately knew these were not your average lads out on the town. I couldn’t put my finger on it, but his friends gave me a feeling that I couldn’t shake; an uneasy feeling.  

Figuring I still needed to do my job, I slotted myself between a red haired guy and blondie, who was sat just to my right. Keeping my head down, I pursed my lips together and struggled to keep myself from flicking my eyes over to him. “Hi,” I spit out, my voice quite low, “what can I get you?”

“And who might you be?” the red haired guy asked, sitting back in his chair to stare up at me.

“I’m your waitress,” I told him, quickly glancing over at blondie whose blue eyes were focused heavy on me, his lightly bearded jaw cocked over to the side as he moved a hand down to rest at his thigh.

“No, Aoife’s our waitress,” reddy quipped, my mouth parting slightly at his bluntness. I watched as his eyes fawned down over my backside. “But ya got a nice arse on ya, reckon you’ll do just fine.”

Licking across my lips, I sucked in a deep breath and slipped my hand into my apron pocket to pull out a few small napkins and tossed them to the table. “Aoife is busy, so I will be taking care of ya’ll tonight.”

“Love ya t’ take care of me cock, alright,” a dark haired boy called out to me, eliciting a rouse of laughter and a celebratory high five from his friends.

I gnawed at the inside of my cheek, my stare staying down. “Um, w-what can I get you then?” I stammered, my voice cracking slightly.

“I know exactly what ya can get me,” a shaggy haired guy from the other side of the table piped up, making me look over at him, “But it ain’t nothin’ up at that bar, baby.”

A jagged breath caught thick in my throat as I felt the brush of a hand over the curve of my bum, my stare flicking down and brows knitting at reddy beside me. “Don’t think you’d be able help us with that do ya?” he asked, quirking a brow at me.

Shuffling away from him a bit, I swallowed hard and forced a smile. “Fortunately, seeing as this is a pub, I can only get you some drinks.”

“We’ll have a round of Kilkenny’s.”

My head whipped to my right as the sound of his bone-rattling deep voice barked out over the rest of the boys, instantly cutting them off. My eyes were immediately trapped in the hazy vortex of his vivid blues as he darted his stare with mine, his face unfazed. He dropped his arm to lay across the edge of the table. The corners of my mouth tugged up slightly in mild appreciation as I nodded my head. “Sure.”

Turning on my heels again, I blew out a heavy breath and quickly made my way back up to slip behind the bar, the sounds of his friends’ cat calling whispers still being heard as I began filling up five pint glasses. I placed the five foamy and filled to the brim pints on a tray as my stare every so often flit up to catch a glimpse of him through my lashes. Quickly averting my stare just as he had looked over at me, I picked up the tray and fumbled slightly as I struggled to balance it. Not smooth at all, Jules. I slowly began to carry the tray over to their table, trying not to focus on him as I leaned over to hand out the beers.

“Here ya go,” I muttered as I tucked the empty tray up under my arm. “Enjoy.”

“Not from around here, eh?” one of the guys spoke up before I could turn to leave, his tongue licking some foam off his lips after having taken a swig.

I peered over at him, gingerly shaking my head. “No,” I stated, reaching up to nervously run my fingers through the side of my blonde hair. “I’m, uh, I’m from Alabama.”

“Alabama?” another shouted loudly, “Jesus Christ, what the fuck ya doin’ all the way over here then?”

Biting at my bottom lip, I contemplated for a moment with telling them the truth or not before deciding that it was all quite harmless. “I’m studying over here for the semester,” I finally replied with a huff, resting a hand on my hip, “Trinity College.”

“Ah, smart an’ fuckin’ fit. Nice,” the red haired guy quipped, raising his glass to me before taking a chug.

I shot them a half smile. “Well, let me know if you need anything else,” I said politely, turning to my right and once again noticing the bright blue of his stare locked on me and the gentle quirk of his brow.

I served that gang of boys about four more rounds over the next hour, the group getting louder and more vulgar as the drinks increased. I continued with my work; clearing tables, wiping down the bar and collecting tabs all the while noticing how quiet and reserved blondie actually was. He definitely wasn’t as loud as his friends, in fact, his raspy voice barely raised over theirs again other than that very first time. He just kept himself leaned back in his chair, arm draped over the back, his eyes slowly falling heavier as the alcohol increased in his veins and rumbling out a hearty laugh every so often at the expense of one of his idiotic friends. A pack of smokes sat next to him and he didn’t go five minutes without lighting up a new one, surely having gone through almost a whole pack the entire hour they were there. I caught him glancing over at me a few times, watching intently as I bent over to clean off the nearby tables or stood behind the bar to fill up more pints. Strangely enough, it didn’t bother me so much, not as much as his friends’ unwanted attention anyway. I rather enjoyed him looking at me.  

Bringing over their tab after they had finished the last of their drinks, I placed it down on the table and watched as blondie immediately reached in his back pocket for his wallet and pulled out a credit card, slapping it down without a single word spoken. I looked over at his friends, expecting some kind of monetary reimbursement or even a bit of gratitude, but they just continued guzzling down the last of their pints, laughing their faces off and paying him no mind. Maybe it was just his turn to buy.

“When’s ya shift up, love?”

The question broke my concentration on blondie’s very worn and rough looking hand that was wrapped around the bottom of his almost empty pint glass and I snapped my gaze over to see them all staring at me. “Excuse me?”

“When do ya get off work?” another spit out, leaning his upper body on the table as he tipped his head at me. I felt the full of a hand cup over the back of my hip, fingers pushing in deep.

I began to feel very uncomfortable, my mouth slowly drying up as I desperately tried to swallow back the uneasiness that was working its way up from the pit of my stomach. “I, uh, not for a little while,” I managed to squeak out, quickly grabbing the tab and the boy’s credit card off of the table.

“That’s a shame,” one of them called out to me as I stood at the till, closing out their tab. “Thought maybe you’d like t’ come home with me.”

I flicked my eyes to Aoife who was rearranging some liquor bottles behind the bar, her shoulders shrugging up in response. I let out a huff and walked back over to have the blondie sign the receipt. “Sorry,” I mumbled as I pulled out a pen that was tucked up in my hair and threw it down on the table, “I don’t fuck misogynistic assholes.”

“Whoa, easy there,” the dark haired guy said, holding up his hands. I rolled my eyes, sweeping the signed receipt off the table and shot a glare over at the blond boy before I turned to walk back over to the bar.

“Feckin’ disrespectful cunt.”

Pressing my eyes closed, I drew in a deep breath to ease the heat that had crept up to my cheeks and made sure I stayed facing away from them, their stools scratching across the wooden floor as they finally got up to leave. Scrunching up my face at the irritating sound, I brought my hand up to rub at the back of my neck, silently counting in my head until I heard the pub door close, afraid to even move until I knew they were gone. “Jesus, Aoife, how the hell do you deal with that all the time?” I breathed out to her as I joined her back behind the bar.

“Sorry, babe, I woulda taken their table but I had too many as it was,” she replied, tossing some trash into a bin under the bar. “Good practice for ya given it’s only your third day.”

I huffed out a chuckle, helping her wipe down the bar as the last few patrons began to leave for the night. “Are they always like that?” I asked a few quiet minutes later.

“That group?” she quipped, nodding towards their still uncleared table. “Yeah, pretty fuckin’ much. ‘Cept that blond fella is typically not so bad. Which is surprisin’,” she ended with a giggle.

I furrowed my brows at her, the towel in my hand stopping its circular motions against the wood. “What do you mean?”

“Well, that’s Niall Horan. He’s…he’s pretty popular, ya know, with the ladies an’ all that. You’d think he’d be the worst of the lot,” she stated, my eyes glued to her, “Charmin’ fella. Never really had a steady bird though. He’s just…well known.”

“Well known for what?”

Giving me a soft giggle, she widened her eyes. “Surely, ya know what I mean…”

I narrowed my eyes, tilting my head at her in a grin. “Yeah, you’re basically saying he’s a dick just like his friends, just…not as bad. And he’s a good lay.”

She gave a smile. “I don’t really know him that well, if I’m honest, Jules. Definitely never been invited round t’ theirs, that’s for sure.”

I rolled my eyes at her, tossing my small towel at her arm. “Shut up. It’s not like I would ever go anywhere with them.”

“Uh-huh,” she said, peering over at me through the corner of her eyes, “I saw the way you were lookin’ at Niall. He’s a good lookin’ lad, yeah?”

“I don’t know, I really wasn’t paying much attention,” I retorted in a bit of a lie as I tipped my head down and took a glance at the receipt he had signed. “Holy shit…”

“What?” Aoife set her rag down to walk over next to me as I picked up the receipt from off the bar, squinting my eyes to try and focus on the slight scratching of his hand writing.

“Does that say-…Oh my God,” I stuttered, turning my face towards her. “He gave me a €100 tip!”

Her brown eyes widened, her lips rolling into her mouth in a smirk as she backed away, stepping right back to where she was tidying up. “Maybe you weren’t payin’ him any mind, Jules, but he sure as hell was to you.”

Glancing back down at the receipt in my hand, I shook my head faintly. “That has to be a mistake,” I gently mumbled under my breath as I pushed it down into one of the pockets of my apron.

It took us both the next forty five minutes to finish cleaning up, Aoife grabbing a broom from the back to sweep the floor as I wiped off a few more tables. With my mind still trying to wrap around the whole tip situation, I finally made my way over to where they had been sitting to clean up their table full of pint glasses. Steadily trying to stack them all on one tray, I heard the small bell ring on the pub door as it slowly opened, my eyes never leaving my task as I spoke up. “Sorry, we’re closing up for the night. Pub’s closed.”

I didn’t hear any movement, the door having squeaked closed but not open back up and I let out an annoyed huff. “I’m sorry, but the bar is clos–”

My voice cut off as I flicked my stare up to the door and saw him standing right in front of it. With his heavy gaze focused on me, he held up his hand. “Don’t worry, I‘m not lookin’ for another drink,” he stated.

Standing my body up straight, I set down the glasses that were in my hand and brushed my wet palms across my apron as I stayed quiet.

“I, uh, I just came back ‘cause I wanted to apologize…for me mates,” he continued, reaching up his hand and rubbed his fingers across his jaw to the back of his neck. Tipping my head to the side, I planted my hands on my hips and curiously knitted my brows as I listened. “Their behavior was…not the best, I guess.”

I rolled my eyes in a low huff. “Yeah, you could say that.”

My eyes slowly drifted down his body as he began walking towards the table that I was standing at. “Really not a projection of me, ya know. Most the time.”

I let out an amused chuckle at his statement. “Let me guess, you’re the epitome of chivalry, right?”

“Only to the ones I like,” he charmingly quipped, his voice so deep it made my bones vibrate under my skin.

I raised my brows at his statement. “Wow, how convenient for you,” I scoffed. Licking at my lips, I kept my eyes on his, watching as he stepped around the side of the table and came to a stop right next to me. His heavy lidded eyes narrowed a bit, his hand fluffing up the back of his hair.

“I was thinkin’…while I was watchin’ ya earlier,” he began, his eyes flowing over my delicate features, “Kinda feel like I’ve seen ya before. Like, ya know…before tonight.”

I gave him a half smile, the notion of him actually remembering me sweet, and I flicked my eyes down at the still heavily covered table. “Yeah, we, um, saw each other once. A couple weeks ago. You were standing outside some skeezy pub on Nassau street.”

He pointed a finger at me, his head nodding. “That’s right. I remember you.”

“What the fuck were you doing at a pub at ten o’clock in the morning anyways?” I spit out before my stare went wide at myself, unsure as to why I would even say that.

His eyes went big in response at my question, his brows raising and causing a fan of wrinkles to spread across his forehead. “Don’t really think that’s any of your business,” he barked roughly, causing me to drop my stare at my own intruding rudeness.

The moment settled into a hushed quiet before I nervously looked back up at him, watching as his mouth parted a bit and the wet tip of his tongue slipped out to run across his pink lips. I shook my attention away as my mind began to wander. “Oh!” I blurted out, slapping my hand to the front of my apron pocket before slipping my fingers inside to pull out the receipt. “Kinda glad you came back,” I mentioned, flicking my wrist towards him to hold out the piece of paper, “I think you fucked up my tip.”

With his one hand rested at his hip, he peered down at my hand as his chest puffed out in a laugh. “No, I didn’t.”

I raised my brow to him, my stare focused on his face as I pushed it towards him. “You gave me €100.”

“Yeah?”

My face scrunched up in thought, my bottom lip tucking in between my teeth as I lowered my hand. “So…you meant to do that?”

I watched his head nod slowly, his one brow slightly raising. Feeling a strange warmness begin to fill my lower stomach, I shifted my stare away from the blinding heat of his and slipped the paper back into my pocket. “Thanks,” I softly whispered.

“So, I was wonderin’…” he began, pausing as he waited for me to give him my name.

“Jules.”

“Jules,” he repeated, biting at his lip. “Hmm…gems.”

I narrowed my eyes in confusion. “Huh?”

He let out a booming laugh, louder than I had heard all night to be honest and his head tipped back with his mouth falling wide. “Jules,” he continued after catching his breath and meeting my stare again. “Like jewelry. Gems.”

“Oh,” I said, shaking my head at my own stupidity, “yeah, sorry, um, yeah it’s not spelled the same, but sounds like it…yeah.”

“I’m Ni–”

“Niall, I know,” I said cutting him off.

Cocking his head back in surprise, he knitted his brows. “You know me?”

“Well, yeah, doesn’t everybody?” I teased, giving him a tiny smile.

I watched his face tip down to the floor momentarily as he pulled in a breath. “Fair point. So…Jules, wonderin’ if ya wanna come to a party? Should be great fuckin’ craic.”

Shooting my stare back to his, I tucked some loose hair behind my ear. “I’m pretty busy right now, I don’t think–”

“No,” he said, chuckling out a bit and shaking his head, “not now. Next weekend. At mine.”

I sucked in a jumbled breath as I leaned over to pick up the tray full of pint glasses. “Oh, I-…I don’t know,” I stammered out, lifting the tray to my shoulder, “I’ve got a lot of studying to do and I don’t even know if I’m on the schedule to work yet or not…”

Stepping up flush to me, my breath caught thick in my throat as I shakily slid my stare from his chest up to his face. Oh Jesus, that face. I let my eyes carefully drift across him, involuntarily taking in every single perfect beautiful feature as my lungs struggled to gulp in air, begging to breathe him in. He smelled of a wicked disarrayed mix of his cologne and fresh cotton, with the slight zing of cigarettes filtering in at the end. He had this dark stubble spreading over his jaw and covering a bit of his thick freckle-spotted neck. Swallowing hard, I couldn’t help but settle my stare up at his mouth after having noticed the cute little dimple that rested in his chin. His teeth were bright, filling his half smile and I flicked my stare to watch as his hand reached up to the top of my head, my eyes fluttering as I felt the slow slide of my pen slipping out from my hair.

My heart skipped a beat as my eyes finally caught his, Niall giving me a wink before twisting his body over the span of the table to grab at one of the remaining napkins. “Gonna write down me address,” he told me as he bent over the table top and scribbled some writing down onto the white paper napkin, “Come round on Saturday, if ya like.”  

My stare wouldn’t budge from him even if I had wanted it too, my fingers gripping so ferociously tight to the hard plastic tray in my hands that my knuckles began bleeding white as I watched him stand back up. The corner of his mouth tugged up slightly and he reached out to gently slip the napkin back into the pocket of my apron, his hand going a bit deeper than needed.

The heat rose to my cheeks faster than a bolt of lightning, the slight graze of his knuckles against the front of my hip as he slowly dragged his fingers from my pocket causing a spark in my lower tummy and jolting all the way to the tips of my fingers and toes. My heart thumped rampant in my chest and I was certain he could feel it, if not hear it with how fucking close he was to me. My body reacted so strongly to him, and as much as I wanted to fight back on it, try and control it, I couldn’t. Who the fuck is this guy?

Clearing my throat, I shook my locked stare off his, my mind unable to clear the thought of the dark freckles that dotted down the slope of his nose as I stumbled back a bit and quickly turned to walk back to the bar. I blew a calming breath past my rounded lips as I set down the tray before whipping back around towards him. “Gotta finish cleaning up,” I told him, my voice unsteady on my tongue.

His mouth turned down at the corners as he nodded his head. “Okay,” he said, taking my hint and giving me a short wave of his fingers. “Hope you can come, Jules. Promise me mates won’t be fuckin’ wankers this time.”

I gave him a nod, pressing my lips into a line as he turned and began walking back towards the pub door. “Gonna keep this pen as collateral, I hope ya know,” he shouted back to me, holding up the pen between his fingers before pausing and looking back at me over his shoulder. “Then ya gotta come to mine. No choice.”

I breathed out a laugh, shuffling back over to the table to finish tidying up. “Oh, I have a choice,” I argued, keeping my stare down as I swept a cloth over the rings of condensation left on the wood and reached over to push in a stool.

Giving me a chuckle, he raised his brows at me as he grabbed the handle of the door and yanked it open, my eyes flicking back up to his. “Better choose wisely then, little one.”

Freezing in place, my mouth fell open and my body immediately tensed at his words. I knew he noticed my intense reaction, a smug grin slowly pulling at his lips as he tipped his head back before silently stepping out of the pub and letting the door slam closed behind him.

“Holy shit,” Aoife muttered out from behind the bar, making me whip around and give her a desperately helpless look.

Tugging my coat around my middle, I walked down the street to the bus stop after finally closing up the pub and saying goodnight to Aoife. The bus pulled up right as it began to lightly drizzle, my eyes blinking up to the darkened night sky as I stepped on. It was safer taking the bus this late at night for me, a stop was conveniently right outside my flat building which was only a few blocks away from the pub.

Settling in the middle of the practically empty bus, I stared out of the window and watched the lights of the city go by. I had to admit that I liked it in Ireland. Granted, I have only been there a few weeks, but it really was an experience like nothing I could have ever imagined. Hell, I couldn’t have even imagined being there in the first place, traveling to a whole other country just to study at uni. But I had to get out of my house. My old life. I had to leave.

The wheels of the bus screeched as we slowed down to my stop and I held tight to my bag as I quietly thanked the driver and stepped off. I kept my head down as I stumbled up the steps to the front of my building, my eyes scouring over the chipped brown bricks. It definitely wasn’t one of the best places to live, actually the building itself was pretty rundown and in need of many repairs, but for a starving college student, it worked. And it was much better than living at home. Besides, I was sharing with two flatmates, which did make it more fun. I guess.

I could hear the music blaring out from the thin walls as I made my way up the stairs to my flat, shoving my key into the door and unlocking it before walking inside. My brows furrowed as I caught sight of the two of them dancing around in the middle of the living room, a camera set up in the corner. Shaking my head, I closed the door behind me and slipped my keys back in my bag as I stepped into the kitchen to pull a bottled water out of the fridge. The two girls hadn’t even noticed that I had even come home.

“What are you guys doing?” I called out to them, unscrewing the cap and taking a sip of the water.

Both sets of eyes, one green and the other a rich dark brown, shot over to me. “Jules!” they shouted back to me in unison over the music. Neither stopped dancing, the music still pumping out over the speaker system as they twirled and jumped around. Tessa and Naomi were great girls, really they were, and I was forever thankful and extremely lucky at being able to find a cheap place to live when one of the two bedrooms of the flat became free, but I had to say…these girls were really weird.

I smiled at my thoughts as I quietly slipped past them, trying my hardest to avoid being seen in the background of whatever video they were recording while making my way back to my bedroom. Closing the door, I tossed my bag onto my desk and slipped off my jacket and shoes, changing into a pair of cotton shorts and a t-shirt. I stood in front of my mirror and let my hair down, shaking my head a bit before running a brush through it. Pulling a chunk over from the side up under my nose, I scrunched my face up in detest at the lingering smell of smoke that quickly intruded my nose. I knew I should probably take a shower, but I was just too damn tired at that point.

Putting my hair back into a loose braid, I grabbed my phone out of my bag, bringing it over to the nightstand to plug it in before I hopped into my bed and snuggled up under the covers. No sooner had I tucked the blankets up under my chin did he flash through my head. Again. I swear I just couldn’t fight it. The way he smelled, the heat I could feel penetrating right through his thin jumper and sink into every pore of my skin. The way he smirked at me. His cocky words, his gravelly voice. His touch.

My eyes fluttered closed as my senses filled with the thoughts of him, my mind trying to block out the loud music coming from the lounge as my fingers pulled my duvet tighter around me, my legs pressing together underneath as the tingles begged to ripple over my body. Oh my God. I nearly jumped out of my skin as I heard my cell phone ring out loud right next to me, my eyes popping open and flicking over to the nightstand.

Letting out a sigh, I reached over and grabbed at my phone, pushing myself to sit up in my bed. I gently rolled my lips into my mouth as my eyes slipped closed. Clicking the answer button, the fingers of my other hand mindlessly pulling at a random string that stuck out from my blanket as I lifted the phone to my ear.

Taking in a solid calming breath, my head slowly tipped down as I forced myself to speak. “Hey, Jason.”