#I’m obsessed with his long curly tail

[strogoff-era]

Doggy Edward !!

The blanket is a toy he had as a puppy and never let go. He is ashamed of it and won’t let anyone see him with it (Hodge is an exception because he is very nice)

[bangchansgirlsblog]

Ive been imagining this and ik its weird BUT ot8 skz being perv and so obsessed to fem 9th member.. Like they get super jealous and the fem readed being a people pleaser like she cant say no to her friends and cant stand seeing them sad so when the members started to became sexually touchy w her they used that against her and be like "dont u want to see us happy? We've been tired and we just want to relieve some stress.. I thought u can help us.. I guess not" and they pretend to be sad abt it and the reader just felt guilty for not helping her friends so she lets them touch her which led to smut KDNDJFKDJ its weird but idk i die for these kinds of fics

Hands on me?

Warning: Angst, sexual activity, manipulation?

Pairing: polyOT8 x reader.

Summary: Don’t you wanna see us happy baby? They said as they slowly peeled her clothes off.

AUTHORS NOTE: this has been in my requests for a while and I write this when I first started off SO it’s not good at all BUT I’m going to write another one using this same request cause I have another idea AND this was in my drafts for a while so I’m dropping it to clear it.

I hope whoever requested this, enjoys it 🥰

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"Baby?!" She heard someone call for her from the living room. 

"I'm in here!" She replied. Her hair was up in a pony tail and she was currently wearing shorts and a croptop with no bra on making her look yummy.

She heard a bunch of voices start piling up in the living room meaning that the boys were back home.

A small smile creeped up on her face as she continued to wash up the dishes she had used to cook dinner. She made a big dinner because at the end of the day she was feeding 8 of her boyfriends who were also MEN. 

"Hey love," Han walked into the kitchen. His hair was in a hat and he had his normal hoodie and cargo pants on. "Are you feelings better?" He asked while taking a few steps towards her until he towering her. His breathing was heavy probably from the flight of stairs.

"Mmm, yeah. Just been a long day that's all." She sighed and looked up at him. He had a pout on his face making her coo at how adorable the boy was.

"I missed you," he said in between kisses. 

"Missed you too momo," he rested his head on her shoulder she continued to finish the dishes.Han was always clingy, not more than Felix but it was more than the other boys, that was for sure.

As she finished up she felt His hands slowly wondering around her body then slowly landing on her ass. oh, makes sense. He was horny.

She did love every interaction with her boys, she really did but today she wasn't in the mood at all. She was tired and she had a horrible headache from work. having sex was not on her to-do list but a nap was.

"Do you want me to take care of you?" He whispered in her ear causing shivers to run down her spine. She was sad because she was going to turn him down and she knew how stressed all the boys were, he just wanted have fun.

"Maybe not right now momo, I'm not in the mood," She told him while finishing the last of the dishes and drying her hands. He pouts and lets out a small whimper.

"Have you eaten yet?" She asked him changing the subject.

"Not yet no," he frowned.

"Okay then sit, let me call the other guys to come eat too," She encourage him, "and don't forget to put your dirty clothes in the laundry basket," She tiptoed and gave him a quick kiss before going to the living room to find only Changbin sat while scrolling through his phone.

He was wearing all black and he had his glasses on. His hair was fluffy and curly meaning today he was in the studio all day.

"Binnie?" She walked and sat by him, "what are you doing?"

"Hey baby," he kisses her temple and then her lips, "I was just lacing up my shoes, what about you? How was your day?"

"I'm tired that's all," she pouted, "and my period is coming soon so I'm breaking out!" she exclaimed and crossed her arms causing him to chuckle.

"I mean atleast you look nice," he dropped his shoe and pulled her close to his body, "you look beautiful, pretty, gorgeous, amazing-"

"Okay, okay I get the point," she roll my eyes playfully.

"Hey? Am I not allowed to praise my beautiful girlfriend?" He playfully frowns.

"You are I geuss," she giggled and he couldnt help but pull her onto his lap.

"Then let me praise you huh?" He kisses her cheek and slowly starts moving down her neck. A small moan leaves her mouth.

"B-Binnie, I'm not in the mood, please," she told him.

"Why not? You're always in the mood," he looks confused.

"Not today, just come have lunch yeah?" she give him a peck on the lips and got off him so he could stand up.

"Fine," he huffs. He makes his way to the dining area as she depart6ed and headed to Felix's room

"Felix?" she called while knocking on his door.

"It's open!"

"Hey sunshine, dinner is ready-"

"Hey! no kisses? No hugs?" He frowned and turned around from his desk.

"Oh-" she giggled when she realized and then walked over to him, "Hey lix," she repeated and  gave him a kiss as he automatically pulled her on his lap.

"How's my baby doing?" He asked as his hands wrapped around her waist and he cuddled her body.

"Mm just tired," she sighed.

"Oh my poor baby, should we watch a movie later?" He was craving her. he wanted to spend more time with her because he felt like he had spent so much time with the boys that he was neglecting her.

"Yeah that would be nice but first go get lunch," she forced herself out of his grip but he let out a soft whine due to the lack of touch and well...the bulge that was now very visible through his pants.

"Look what you've done to me," he whined again causing her to laugh at his distraught state.

"Oh oh, you better fix that before you go down,"

"Help me please!" He frowned.

"I'm not in the mood Felix, please."

"Come on pleaseee, it's been a long day. Don't you want to see me happy?"

His eyes were shiny and hungry, it was obvious.

"Fine after dinner," she lied to him so he could get up and he actually believed it.

"Okay okay, I'm running there now!"

He got up from his sit and rushed out the room.

She followed behind him and checked the dining room to see everyone now sitting down including Chan, I.N, Seungmin and leeknow.

She went around to give them quick kisses before returning to her room and changed into just a  huge shirt (that was probably for one of the boys) and underwear.

She turned off all her room lights and entered bed now being able to have a peaceful sleep. A nice, nice qui-

She felt the bed dip and hands wrap around her body. Her eyes open quickly and she saw familiar hands. Chan.

"Channie?"

"Hey babe, I wanted to cuddles," he pouted.

"Fine but no disturbing my sleep," she scolded him and turned so it was easier for him to wrap his arms around her waist.

Her eyes slowly closed once again and she finally thought she was to get some sleep until the door swung wide open and closed quickly, two more people walking in and making themselves comfortable in her bed. Han and I.N. At this point she was so used to it that she just let them stay as they both argued on who was sleeping where.

"Guys if you're going to be in here, you have to be quiet and sleep," She told all of them off. Even if she was getting a little frustrated she scooted up a little so they could all enter the bed.

Not even a few minutes later all the boys were now in her room on her bed piling onto one another under her fluffy blankets. She knew exactly what they wanted when she felt one of their hands massaging her leg.

She let out a sigh, "Such horny dogs!" she groaned.

"Common baby, it's been a long day. Don't you care about us?" Hyunjin teased her in a manipulative manner.

"Just a little fun. Come on please," Han rubbed her leg once more back and forth causing shivered to run down her spine.

"You look good too," Felix complimented her while tugging at her bra strap, "really good." They were basically already peeling her clothes off with their cold ass hands.

She let out a sigh and finally gave in, "F-fine I geuss so," her eyes wonder to Chan who gives her an assuring nod.

//please idk how to write a smut but just imagine the nastiest thing ever happens//

When they were done and the boys were satisfied as Y/n sat on the bed. Her heart was racing from all the action but she was in her own space. Spaced out.

The constant thoughts of the boys using her for their sexual desires made her enter a depressive episode. Yes she enjoyed the sex and the attention but so many emotions were running through her tiny body that she couldn't handle it anymore.

She felt used like a sex toy and the tears in her eyes slowly started to build as she started to breath rapidly. The air in the room getting suddenly thick. Seungmin was in the bathroom running her bath for her after care. The sound of the water falling was the only sort of noise she could hear.

She held her knees against her chest as she tried to calm down. Han's hand wrapped around her waist. As he kissed her temple. "you did so good for us, you know that right babygirl?" he praised but she didnt even notice him in the first place. Her eyes were hazy and completely black and when Han noticed, he gave chan a look. 

"Hey, are you with us?" Chan asked immediately as he pulled up his sweatpants. "Y/n?"

No response.

She was staring at the wall right in-front of her. She felt unloved. She felt tired. She was in pain.

The boys (some of them were still dressing up) all turned to look at her. Her body was still bare and the bruises on her arms were visible.

"Is she going into a trance?" I.N asked panicked. "Chan do something, please,"

"Hey Y/n? Babygirl? It me. Can you hear me?" He walked over to her and grabbed her tiny hands.

"C-channie?" She chocked as She looked up at him. The tears slowly starting to fall.

"Yes my love, it's me. Can you tell me where you are?"

"I'm alone, I'm all alone," she sobbed. "Why am I like this? Why am I so disgusting?" She cried.

"What do you mean Y/n?" He asked shocked.

"I-I want Binnie, I want Binnie now," she said reaching out for him. Changbin did not hesitate. He was right by her side pulling her onto his lap. The rest of the boys understanding what was going on and quickly taking action.

"I'm here princesses, tell me what's wrong," he had no shirt on and the skin to skin was slowly giving her comfort as his body heat was radiating warmth.

"I-do you love me?" She asked. The panic in her voice was clear. She was soon going to get a panic attack. it was building up.

"Ofcourse I love you babydoll, why would you think otherwise?" He questioned while kissing her forehead.

"i- i dont know, please dont be mad at me," She sobbed in his chest. The view was heartbreaking and the boys knew that if they didnt find a way to cheer her up soon it would end up into a full blown panic attack.

"I'm going to make some brownies for her," Felix said because he knew this was the only way he could comfort her on his part. He quickly leaves the room after hesitating for a bit not wanting to leave her.

"I- are you guys using me? For sex?" She cried harder. Her hands held Changbins chest as She struggled to breathe. Their faces were in absolute shock. was this what they made her think? was this all she thought she was to them? 

"Ofcourse not," leeknow knelt down infront of her. He slowly rubbed her thigh. "Jagi, you need to breathe. Can you do that for me?" He asked her. Her body was shaking still. she tried to gasp for air but failed. 

"Listen to me beuatiful, you need to breathe like me....see," he took a deep breathe to demonstrate to her but it was no use. 

"i- i cant breathe," she gasped and let go of changbin to grab her neck. it felt like it was closing up. Her vision was blurry now and the lack of oxygen was getting to her. 

"C-chan?" she gasped as she slowly she started to pass out. Her body giving up on her due to the many emotions.

"come on baby, stay with me," she heard in the distance.

"Guys! call 119,"

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This is just a fic no one come for me 😔

[butididntpourthewhiskeys]

CITYBOUND III

TW: sexual references 🚨

With her face in the sun, Taylor closes her eyes, feels the warm sensation hit her skin. A siren goes off, only a few feet away. The usual car honking that always reminds her exactly where she lives, also doesn’t stop. But it won’t end this peaceful moment. The first rays of sunshine in New York City this year. The first time she’s on the rooftop this year. Eleanor’s little voice from afar, playing by herself. In her winter puff jacket and with her sunglasses on her nose, she opens her eyes again now, looking at the blonde toddler sitting on the wooden patio floor only a few feet away from her. She’s playing with her dolls on top of the stairs leading to the covered pool. She seems to be in her own world, doesn’t even notice Taylor sitting on the sofa next to her, with a wool blanket on top of her. The fact that she so desperately soaks in these first sunrays of the year makes it more than obvious that she and Eleanor need to escape to LA for a few days. She can’t take winter no more. Time for spring to come.

“Honey, remember, no playing by the pool top.” Taylor says, using her hand to shield her sunglasses, making sure she can see clearly what the toddler in her green puffer jacket is doing. Eleanor just nods, two big tails on the little curly head. She’s playing with the two mini dolls that her mother got her a few weeks ago and she still seems to be obsessed with these little princesses. Taylor smiles. She sinks her head, fixes the big blanket over her legs and checks her phone. Just as she was about to reply to the dozens of unanswered messages in her inbox, she can hear the door from the end of the rooftop open. Within two seconds, Taylor sees two huge feet tucked into these ugly big Nike slippers. In his sweatpants he closes the door slowly, smiling through the sun right at her. He’s done with work. She’s glad. Two hours were two hours too long. Too long of him working, and her pretending as if she’s glad to have some time by herself. 

“Wow, this is nice.” he says as he slowly makes his way towards her. With an approving smile, Travis takes a look around the luxurious rooftop. Hard to believe that this peaceful outdoor space is right in the heart of Manhattan. 

“Yeah.” she just says, her eyes still focused on the tall man, slowly making his way towards her. He lets himself fall down right next to her on the outdoor couch. She smiles at him through her sunglasses. 

“How was it?” 

“Good.” he smiles at her, his hand already on her thigh again, right above the blanket that’s been keeping her warm out here. “Jason says hi.” 

She smiles, nods. She wonders what his brother thinks about all this. She knows that Travis is very independant from anyone’s opinions. It’s one of the things she admires about him. She knows he won’t get influenced by anyone else’s opinion about what they’re doing, who she is or whether this really is a good idea. But she still wonders what his family thinks. The fact that he’s just spending the week here, at her apartment. With her and her child. A weird thought that brings up some anxiety the more she thinks about it.

“Thanks.” she says, and he can feel that she’s insecure of how to react suddenly. 

“I didn’t.. I didn’t tell him much. He knows I’ve been seeing you, but nothing more.” he says, has clearly just read her mind again. She nods. It’s okay. This answer is something she can live with. 

“I know.” she says quietly, moves her cold hand on top of his. Her eyes looking for Eleanor once more. Travis just looks at the blonde woman next to him, smiles. He moves his thumb a little up and down, gently caressing her small and soft hand that’s on his. 

“How are you feeling?” he asks then, and Taylor looks back at him. She sighs, leans back on the comfortable sofa that the two are sitting on, just facing the sun. He still can’t believe how nice and quiet it is here, in the middle of a rooftop in this big city jungle. 

“Crappy, to be honest. But it’s okay. I’m used to it. Anytime she gets something, I get it two days later. Just… mom life.” she says, almost laughing at the end of her sentence. He nods. “I feel bad though because I told you a million times that you’re getting it next. And..” 

“And I told you a million times that I don’t care.” he interrupts her gently, not raising his voice. Instead, his hand just keeps on caressing hers and it does something to her that she can’t quite explain. She feels safe. She feels seen.

“You’re stubborn, has anyone ever told you that before?” 

He laughs at her statement, throwing his head back like a little kid for a second. She can’t help but smile at him, too. She loves it when he laughs like this. She loves how easy everything is with him. There’s no darkness when they’re together. The black dog that always follows her around just disappears. This familiar blue feeling of anxiety on her chest dissolves slowly. He’s pure sunshine, and she doesn’t know he is aware. 

“Touché.” he just says. She smiles. She’s got no arguments left. 

“Mommy, Travy. Look.” 

The two are suddenly pulled out of their thoughts. With her little pink converse shoes, Eleanor comes running towards the two of them. Travis can’t help but laugh at her bouncy pigtails. With her finger up in the air she stops right in front of him, holding the little ladybug right into his face. 

“Honey, don’t.. don’t push it in Travis’s eye, please. Careful.” Taylor tries to stop her toddler, but it only makes the man next to her laugh. With his big hands, he gently holds on to the little hand, looks at it in awe, just like Eleanor did before. 

“Wow, where did you find this little beauty?” he asks Eleanor. Her eyes are lid up. Taylor loves it. She loves seeing the world through Eleanor’s eyes. She loves that for this little girl, life is still as magical as it can get. 

“It.. it was just flying on my hand. Just like that.” she says, giggles in excitement that this little animal chose her for a visit on this sunny afternoon. 

“Want me to show you a trick?” Travis asks, and Eleanor nods. Taylor watches the interaction and smiles. With his huge fingers, he shows the little girl how to get the ladybug to crawl from her one hand to the other. Eleanor giggles, and Travis smiles at her when she does it herself for the first time. 

“Now, you have to make a wish. Close your eyes.” 

With a smile on the little face, she closes her eyes. Her small hands still gently in Travis’s. Taylor’s heart feels like bursting for a second. 

“You got one?” 

“Mhmhm.” 

“Now blow it away. One, two…” 

Eleanor blows the ladybug away, jumps up and down for a minute out of excitement. Travis laughs at the little girl’s excitement, still holding both her hands in his. 

“Great job, E. High five.” 

Eleanor claps her small hand against Travis’s. The smile on the little face is so evident to Taylor. Eleanor feels the sunshine, too. 

Not just the one coming from the New York skies today. 

She runs away, back to playing with her dolls at the end of the patio. Travis still chuckles, looking after her. His hand wandering to hers again. 

“She’s so adorable.” he laughs, then looks at Taylor. She smiles at him, and he knows exactly what her face is telling him right now. 

“I know, she is. Thanks for.. for being so sweet with her.” 

Travis doesn’t say anything for a moment. He appreciates her words. Truth is, he appreciates every moment of the past 48 hours. Being here, in her home, with Taylor and her daughter. Being able to just be together. Watching her take care of her child. Taking care of her. Lots of hugs to give and witness. Lots of kisses in this house. Lots of laughs. He hasn’t felt this happy and secure in a while and he hopes that this bubble won’t burst anytime soon. He knows it’s outrageous for him to have cancelled a majority of his off season plans for this week, just to spend time here. It’s unlike him to give up work (and play) commitments just to be with a woman. But this time, it’s different. It feels more like a deep need to be here with her now. Not like a choice. He knows, he needs to find the right words soon. But for now, it’s enough to turn off his mind for a bit. Enjoy a few more hours of heaven with Taylor. 

“Thanks for introducing me to her.” he replies, his face moving closer to hers. He gently kisses her cheek, his beard scratching her slightly. She looks back at him, nods then. Her forehead leans gently against his chin, her small hand caresses his beard for a moment. He steals her forehead a tiny kiss. 

“Means a lot, Tay.” he adds. She nods. He knows it still makes her feel incredibly vulnerable to have let him enter her and Eleanor’s life. And he can only fathom why. It must have been a tough fight for her to take back her own life after separating from Eleanor’s dad. And he knows she won’t let anyone hurt her daughter ever again. But he just wishes she’d know that he will never hurt either of the two. 

She doesn’t reply to him, instead lets her head gently fall onto his shoulder. His arm wanders around her and he loves holding her like this. The sun facing them. It’s peaceful here. It’s peaceful between them. He loves to feel this shift since the other night. Since the night she opened up, and allowed him to get close.

Closer than ever before.

___

With the hood of his jacket pulled deep into his face, he enters her building. It’s gotten dark outside now, and the sunny afternoon has turned into an icy, freezing night. Brandon opens the big doors for him, then enters the code to operate the elevator for him, and a few seconds later he steps inside. The doors close, and he can finally pull down the hood covering him. He can breathe again. None of the paparazzi outside have noticed him. 

“Quiet evening, man?” he asks the security guard, who politely smiles back. 

“Yeah, all good. Did some shopping?” 

Travis smiles and nods, the wine he got for himself and Taylor securely wrapped in a brown bag in his hands. 

“Yup. Got her some snacks. Keeping both of’em happy.” he jokes.

Brandon smiles. The interaction ends once the elevator door opens again. Travis steps outside, uses the key she gave him to enter the penthouse. Brandon says his goodbye, wishing him a nice evening and Travis closes her door. In an instant, her smell creeps back into his nose, into his lungs, into his… heart. It’s the same smell as her hair, when he kisses her head gently. The same smell as all her clothes, and the bed he slept in for a few nights now. He feels this indescribable feeling of happiness again, just by smelling her. He knows he’s far beyond the stage of falling for her. Her home feels like home to him, and every day - it just keeps getting worse. 

Travis takes off his jacket, gently throws it over the chair in the living room. He steps into the generous, open kitchen, and carefully places the bags of food and wine on the countertop. He knows Taylor struggled to get Eleanor to sleep tonight. So the last thing he wants to do is wake up the small girl. He takes the bottles of wine from the brown bag, finally finds free space in the wine cabinet on the other side of the kitchen.

“Hi.” he hears a familiar voice coming from the stairs then. He turns to her, closes the wine cabinet. She smiles, the same make up free face as earlier, before he left to go to the grocery store on Greenwich Street that she loves so much. She’s in her comfy clothes from before, her bangs a bit messed up from Eleanor’s pillow. 

“Is she out?” he asks, and Taylor nods, makes her way up to him. He immediately opens his arms, pulls her in for a tight hug. Her face pressed into his shoulder, nothing but her bangs looking out. She breathes him in. 

“Yeah finally.” she sighs, “Why do you smell so good.” 

Travis chuckles, moving his head in her tight hug to kiss her soft cheek again. 

“You smell so much better.” 

She lets go of him, both her hands wandering to his face. She smiles, then comes closer to kiss him gently. 

“I got you some snacks. And wine. And..” 

“Thanks so much. I promise, I will make a batch of cookies later tonight. I haven’t forgotten it. And I really want you to try these. Because, quite frankly, it’s a crime to stay at my house for more than 24 hours without trying my chai..” 

“Hey, I have a better idea.” he says then. She stops for a second, has already started reaching for flour, sugar and the chai tea in her cupboard right in front of her. She can feel his big hands wrap around her from behind, and it makes her smile.

“Yeah, and what is that?” she asks, his beard pressed into her neck, gently kissing her skin. 

“Come here.” he mumbles. One second passes and she feels his strong arms on her hips, lifting her up and placing her on the countertop behind her. She can’t help giggle a bit, loves that she’s towering him now. Her hands securely on his shoulders. He’s so strong and it never leaves her unimpressed. His nose touches hers for a second, and the smile on his face warms her heart in an instant. 

“Mister, if this is what I think it is, can I remind you…” 

“It’s not.” he assures her, kisses her again, can’t help but let out a laugh. She closes her eyes, both her arms wrapped around his neck. She feels herself letting go, a low sigh escaping her mouth. He pulls back after a few seconds, fixing a strand of hair behind her ear. 

“I wanna spoil you tonight.” he says then, and she smiles, biting her lower lip for a second. He’s so handsome in this moment, and his eyes could move a damn mountain. She can’t unsee these pictures of him as a little boy. He truly, still, is the goofy kid he told her he once was. And god, does she have love for this kid. Does she have love for this man in front of her, his huge hands being so gentle and kind.

“You spoil me every night.” she whispers against his lips, making him laugh a bit. 

“I don’t mean that kind of spoiling you.” he says, and she stops for a second. 

“Wait, you’re not talking about… sexy time?” 

“Sexy time?” he asks her with a laugh, can’t believe this is the way she describes their mindblowing, life-changing sex.

“I mean.. yeah it can be. But, I want to give you a massage. A proper one.” 

She can’t believe his words, almost feels insecure for a moment. It’s been a long time since someone she shared a bed with has made this kind of effort for her. She still remembers, early on with Joe, he would do small little things for her. But it was never like this. It was always accidental. Always unplanned, but sweet. But this, right here, with Travis, is different. She can’t believe he’s thought about this. Can’t believe he wants to spend the evening giving her a massage, has actively thought about what she would need right now. It’s a new level of attentiveness she’s foreign to when it comes to relationships. 

“Would you.. would you like that?” he asks then, has noticed her getting lost in her own thoughts. Within a second, she’s pulled back to reality and nods. Her mouth forming a smile.

“I would love that. I would absolutely love that. Thanks so much.” she murmurs, comes closer to him again and kisses him gently. He can tell she’s touched by this gesture, but that’s exactly what he wanted to achieve tonight. He wants to make her feel appreciated, respected, loved. He knows that after the past years with her ex, it’s still hard for her to let herself fall, enjoy the moment, let someone else take full control. But she deserves to be spoiled. She deserves to be treated this way. Always.

“Want to eat first? Or..” 

She shakes her head, and it makes him laugh. She just presses her face next to his, hugging him like a koala bear. He smiles, can feel her craving his proximity. Within a second, he has lifted her up from the countertop, slowly walking up the stairs with her hugging him this closely. He can hear her giggle into his sweater, carefully closes the door to her bedroom behind them. 

“Shall I leave the door open in case the little one wakes up?” he asks, carefully lets her down. She looks up at him smiling, then shakes her head. 

“No, all good. I still have the baby monitor app on my phone. If there’s movement in her room, my phone goes off.” 

He nods, his hand already on her cheek, stealing her forehead a last kiss before letting go again. She quickly turns on the little light next to her bed, then dims the room by turning off the main light. The mood has shifted, and it’s this romantic, low light she loves so much whenever she gets to be alone with him. This is her safe space. Him in her bedroom. The door closed. The world just staying outside. 

“I’ll quickly go pee, okay? Do you.. do you need anything?” 

“Bodylotion and a towel.” he says, and she smiles, not moving for a second. 

“What?” 

Standing in the door to the bathroom, looking at him, she just starts giggling. Her hand in front of her mouth now, the way she always does, whenever she gets shy for a second. 

“Nothing. I.. I just can’t believe you’re so serious about giving me a massage.” 

“Of course I am.” he says, has already taken off his sweatshirt and throws it over the little chair at the end of her bedroom. 

“Do you have a lighter?” 

“Yeah, top drawer by my bedside.” she says, can’t believe he’s putting so much effort into this. She just watches him reach for the lighter, then begins putting on the big Loewe candle at the end of her room. She can’t believe he’s got this romantic side to him. A side of him she doesn’t really know that well yet. He suddenly looks at her, a bit confused, not sure what she’s waiting for.

“Go pee, now. Come on.” 

“Okay, okay.” she mumbles, laughing to herself and closing the bathroom door gently. A few minutes later, the door opens again and she’s slowly stepping up to him. He has sat down on the side of her bed now, wearing nothing but his sweatpants and some socks. She stops right in front of him, looks around the room. She can’t believe he’s put on the candles. 

“Bodylotion?” 

“Oh, I forgot.” she mumbles, makes her way back into the bathroom again. When she comes back, she passes him her favorite shea body butter and a large white towel. A little out of place, she just stands there, watches him place the towel on top of her bedding. 

“Shall I..” 

“Come here, I’ll do that.” he smiles at her, and she trusts him. In her sweatpants and shirt, she crawls onto the bed, lands on her back and giggles as he reaches for the hem of her shirt, slowly pulling it over her head. She’s not wearing a bra yet he won’t break eye contact to her. A few seconds pass, and her pants have gone, too. She lays there for a moment, in the dim light, feeling a bit more vulnerable than usually. 

“You warm enough?” he asks her, notices immediately that she’s not a hundred percent comfortable. But she nods, just watches him closely. He puts a generous amount of body lotion into his hands, starts warming his hands together. 

“Shall I.. shall I take these off?” she asks him with a smirk in her face, and it makes him laugh.

“Yes.” 

“Oh, so it’s that kind of a massage?” 

“Babe..” 

“I’m teasing.” she giggles, gets rid of her thong and turns around. Laying flat on her stomach now, she feels his hands land on her back and it makes her shiver for a second. With her head turned to the side she closes her eyes, feels him fix her hair to the side, to ensure it’s out of the way. 

“Do you have a spot that pains you sometimes?” he asks her, almost a whisper. This is their world. Nobody is here to listen in, and she feels herself let go. Feels herself open up. 

“Yeah my.. my upper back and neck. I have horrible posture, so..” 

Within a second, Travis starts massaging the spot that always hurts her, and she melts into the pillow. She feels goosebumps form all over her body, and she can’t believe he’s so good at doing this. For a moment, she can’t really speak, can’t really think anymore. His warm, soft hands kned over her skin and she feels a deep relaxation take over her. 

“Oh my god..” she whispers then, and he smiles, giving his best to help her muscles relax properly. 

“Is that okay?” he asks her quietly, his hands moving up and down her back, again and again. 

“So good. This is.. so good.” he smiles, continues his work. He takes some more of the body lotion, moves with his hand movements down again to her lower back. He can feel her relax more and more underneath him. With her eyes closed, the talkative woman is suddenly dead quiet. 

“Baby?” 

He hears her whisper, almost feels like his entire body tingles for a second. She’s never called him that. She’s never called him anything other than the occasional ‘babe’ or ‘Trav’. For a second, he loosens his movements, looks up at her. She hasn’t moved, her eyes are still closed. He’s worried he might have hurt her. A hint of fear coming through. 

“You okay?” 

“I might fall asleep, is that.. are you mad, if I..” 

He laughs gently, keeps on working on her back. 

“You can fall asleep if you want to. This is for you to relax, stop worrying about falling asleep.” he says in the calmest way possible. Taylor doesn’t move. She feels herself drift off, can’t believe the amount of work and effort he puts into every single inch of her body. She can still feel him work on her lower back, now slightly moving to her hips. She can feel his talented hands move down every single muscle on her side. Not only are his movements the perfect amount of pressure and ease, but he also seems to have an extensive knowledge about the general muscle allocation. She’s never been massaged by someone she’s intimate with, didn’t know how good it can feel to let go off the tensions she carries in her upper thighs, and even her bottom. She doesn’t move, doesn’t know if she’s asleep yet or if she’s reached a new level of letting go. She can feel him work his way down her legs, massaging out all the tension from tour rehearsals in her calves. It’s the first time that his touch hurts a little, but it gets less and less with every round of kneading from his fingers. With every touch, the tension leaves her body. She lets out a soft sigh when he starts massaging her feet. She knew he’s good at foot massages, but she didn’t know his massaging skills extend to her other muscles, too. 

“You still awake?” 

“Mhmhm.” she mumbles. 

“Can you turn around for me?” 

She immediately moves in her bed, looks at the man smiling at her. He can’t help but laugh a little bit. She must have been so comfortable that she didn’t notice the pillow leaving a proper imprint on the right half of her face. She’s too cute. Before reaching for the body lotion again, he can’t help but get closer, steals her warm cheek a soft kiss. 

“I’m shocked about how talented you are, mister.” she mumbles then, relaxation in her voice. He smiles, reaches for her left hand, massages her arms up and down. She’s laying fully exposed in front of him. No blanket covering her. And she’s never felt so safe. Never before. 

“This is the best massage I’ve ever gotten.” she adds. Her eyes slowly closing. With his left hand he holds her arm upright, kneading all the tensions in her upper arm. 

“I’m glad.” he says, fully focused on his work. “I’ve gotten so many massages before that I really picked up where some of the muscles are located, and what type of movements help release tensions.” he explains, slowly lets go off her arm, and Taylor opens her eyes again. She feels his hands full of lotion gently massage her tummy now. Suddenly, her hand reaches for his arm. He looks at her. 

“Trav?” 

“Mhm?” 

“Kiss me.”

He smiles, comes closer to her and steals her lips a gentle kiss. He lets go after a few seconds, keeps on massaging her soft belly. She feels everything in her body tingling for a second, and she knows why. She knew this massage would eventually get to this point, but she didn’t think it would relax her this much. She then feels his hand move up her torso and within a second, her eyes are open. Wide open. He stops then, lowers his head and starts laughing. Within a second, the mood has changed. Drastically.

“I promise this.. this was not a boob grab, I just wanted to massage your cleavage. You do have muscles there. Believe me or not. And..” 

She giggles, too, holding onto his strong arm, clearly messing with him. 

“Please go ahead, I’m not stopping you.” she says with a giggle, her eyes not leaving his. With his soft hands he wanders up, starts massaging the muscles on the side of her neck. He’s so close to her face now, so close, and his hands keep on making the same moves. She looks deep into his eyes, feels him hit her deep muscle tissue then. She swallows. It hurts. It hurts to feel all the tension leave her body. She closes her eyes. 

“You’re so tense here.” he whispers. She nods. He keeps massaging her. “Feels like.. feels like you carried a lot of weight on your chest.” 

She has no idea why, but within a second, a tear streams down her face. Travis stops immediately, but her hand reaches for his. 

“Please keep.. keep going.” she sniffles. She doesn’t know why she gets so emotional all of the sudden. But whatever he was doing with her body right here, works. She feels all these stuck feelings leaving her body. So many emotions come back up. She’s so tired suddenly. She feels this pain so clearly. But she needs him to keep going. She needs him to knead it out until the very end. 

“Is it.. is it getting less?” he asks her, has noticed what she experienced just now. He’s learned from his physiotherapist that especially in the chest area, people tend to hold their tensions. Their grudges. Their undigested feelings. The last thing he wants to do is hurt the woman in front of him. But with every kneading movement of his fingers, he can feel her soften up. She has her eyes closed, nods. He won’t stop. After a few minutes, his movement gets slower. She opens her eyes again, looks into his. Within a second, her hands land in his neck and she pulls him down to her, kisses him gently. Her tears have dried up, and instead, she feels him be as gentle as she can be. And he loves tasting her. He loves how soft she is. Everything about her. A doze of dopamine hitting his system. She lets go off him then, her hands in his neck so that their noses still touch. 

“Thank you.” she whispers against his lips. He nods. She doesn’t need to say anything else. Slowly, she reaches for his left hand, not letting her eyes leave his. Within a few seconds, he realizes where her hand has moved. With the most gentle motion, she has placed his hand on the most intimate part of her body. He understands immediately, lowers his face to kiss her neck gently. He’s trying so hard. He’s trying so hard not to let these three words just come bursting out of his mouth in this moment. Her skin is so soft under his lips, her little hands on his scalp, caressing him gently. He can feel her longing for him in between her legs. His fingers gently exploring her body, being as careful as they could be. Within a few seconds, he leaves her neck, looks back into her eyes again. Her lips are a bit swollen from their previous kisses, and there’s a kind of calmness in her eyes he hasn’t seen before. 

“You sure?” he asks her again, and she appreciates it so much. Not a single time they’ve slept with each other without Travis asking for her consent beforehand. She appreciates this, appreciates just how much he respects her. She nods, adjusting her head on the pillow. She looks down, so that she can witness his fingers moving gently. She feels her chest rising, enjoys every single one of his hand movements so much. She swallows, her breath a bit shaky now. She can feel him kiss her cheek while his hand keeps up the steady movement. She feels so safe in this moment. She knows she can let go. She knows with him, she’s always safe to let go. 

“Fuck..” she mumbles then, a little sigh escaping her mouth then, breaking the silence between them. She’s holding onto his neck with her hand, desperately looking at him.

“Can you..” 

Travis immediately looks at her. She is fully focused on his hands, her left hand on his lower arm now, feeling his muscles move while he pleasures her. With the other hand, she’s holding onto the towel underneath her. She struggles to speak right now, but he patiently waits for her to finish her thought. He feels so close to her in this moment. They’ve just reached a new level of intimacy. He can feel it in his bones. 

“What..” 

“Can you go.. just a bit faster?” 

He doesn’t reply to her, just does what she asked him. His circle motions are steady but at a higher speed than before. And she appreciates it. So much. She lets her head fall back into the pillow, the little frown appearing on her face that he knows so well. A frown he only knows when he’s in between her legs. And he loves it so much. With his free hand he begins to caress her naked stomach a bit, her hand reaching for his. She’s close. And he’s ready to be there for her, for every second of it. A last little moan escapes her mouth and it gives him goosebumps. Suddenly, her breathing gets faster and faster and he can hear her whisper his name a few times, with the same high pitched desperate moan that he knows and loves so much. He can feel her ride off her wave of pleasure, tightly holding into his arm, guiding him in his movements. He looks into her face as it happens, and he swears he’s never seen anything more beautiful in his life. For a few seconds, she breathes fast with her mouth open, her body just coming down from this mountain she climbed with him. He knows she’s sensitive now, and he’s as gentle with her as humanly possible. His hand still between her legs, he doesn’t move, gives her the time and space to come back down to planet earth. She opens her eyes again after a few seconds, her cheeks flushed. She just pulls him down to her, kissing him full of giggles and lust. He can feel her hand reach for his boxers. He laughs into the kiss. He knows what she wants, and he would be lying if he said he doesn’t want exactly the same. 

“Thank you, thank you, thank you, thank you.” she mumbles in between the shower of kisses she gives him, her hand now fully landing on his naked butt. She smiles into their kiss. The stubble of his beard scratching her face in the best way. 

“You’re so welcome.” he whispers back, smiling at her. She loves to feel his naked weight on top of her now. Two noses touching. He looks down for a second, gently guiding himself into her. He watches her face closely, trying to find any trace of discomfort. But there is none. She closes her eyes in pleasure again, and so does he. Paradise. He opens his eyes again, feeling her arms holding onto his. Her frown is back. Paradise. He can feel her move with him, her mouth opened, sweet moans escaping her again. He knows she’s holding back, not forgetting that they’re not alone in this house. But he’s still in paradise. 

“Baby..” she cries out then, half a whisper, half a beg, half a moan. He looks at her, his big hand already cupping her face. He kisses her forehead right over her bangs. She’s warm. She’s slowly but surely starting to sweat a little, just like him. 

“Can I.. I want to be on top, please. Please.” she mumbles. He immediately stops, lets himself fall next to her in bed. He feels her get up, position herself on top of him. She’s still flushed, yet her eyes barely leave his. He looks up at her, can’t help but feel like he’s dreaming. Her long hair over her naked shoulders. Her hands reaching for his chest to hold herself upright. She’s the most beautiful woman he’s ever seen. She begins her movements again, and he helps her. His hands on her hips, his eyes on her face. She’s so beautiful. He can’t help but look at her. Can’t help but stare at her letting go on top of him. 

After a few minutes, he feels his vision get blurry. She lets out another moan, a little louder than before. He feels himself come undone, then loves to feel her collapse on his chest. She’s breathing heavy, both of his hands on her bare back, feeling her lungs do the most in this moment. She comes down only slowly. Her skin hot and soft. She doesn’t move, just relaxes slowly. And he loves every minute of it. He loves feeling her get heavier and heavier on him. His hands stroking her back up and down, making her feel just as loved as before they had sex. A few seconds later, she looks back up at him, a smile on her face. He smiles back at her, both his hands cupping her face now, kissing her gently. This time, there’s no lust in his kisses no more. There’s just love. A lot of love. 

She quickly moves on his torso and lets herself fall next to him. She stares at the ceiling for a second, then turns her head back to him. He’s moved to his side, just so he can see her better. His hand on her stomach again. He loves being so close to her. There’s nothing better than being so close to her. His fingers drawing circles on her skin. 

“That escalated quickly.” she mumbles. He laughs, stealing her temple a soft kiss. 

“Thanks for your.. for your incredible massage. Also for.. the other part after.” she says, grinning at him as goofy as a teenager who just had sex for the first time. It makes him laugh. 

“I don’t think my body has ever felt so relaxed, Trav.” she whispers. His lips still on her temple. He smiles, as she looks back at him. There’s a sparkle in her eyes, he hasn’t noticed before. It must be the afterglow that people always speak about. 

“You’re very welcome. Glad you liked it.” 

“I didn’t just like it. Trav, that was.. electric. Literally electric.” 

He smiles at her using his own words. She lets their noses touch once, has now moved to the side to be face to face, and eye to eye with him. 

“Thank you so much.” she says again. He doesn’t really react, just places his hand on her cheek. There’s so much love in his eyes in this moment. He doesn’t need to say anything. His eyes just say it all. 

“You cold?” 

“A little.” 

He starts moving, for the first time since minutes and helps her crawl underneath the big blanket just under them. She adjusts a little, then cuddles herself fully under the covers. Her hands looking for him. She moves again, until she’s finally fully embraced in his arms. He kisses her head, makes sure she’s covered by the blanket. Silence takes over, and he allows himself to close his eyes for a minute. 

“Trav?” 

“Mhm?

“Can we try this?” 

“Try what?” 

“Us.” 

For a second, he can’t dare believe his ears. His eyes open, but he doesn’t move. He doesn’t know if she just meant what she said, but she said it. Taylor moves again, turns around to be able to face him. She’s worried suddenly that she’s said too much. She’s worried that his silence is something other than utter surprise. He looks at her in shock. Within a second, she feels a tummy ache flaring up inside of her. 

“Do you.. can you please say something?” she mumbles and he takes a breath, slowly sits up. She’s worried now. She’s never witnessed him this freaked out. She knew it was too soon. But she can take it back. Thank god she didn’t fully speak it out yet. She can fix this. She looks at him leaning against her bed rest. She carefully sits up as well, holding the blanket close to her naked body. 

“I’m so sorry for.. just.. not finding the right words, Tay.” he says finally, and she nods “No worries, I mean I know I..” 

“My answer is yes. But I need you to know what I’m in for.” he interrupts her and she’s shocked for a moment. She looks at him, feels her hands shaking suddenly. She doesn’t feel relaxed anymore, at all. What bomb did she just set off? She can feel him get nervous as well. It’s been a while since he was acting like this around her. 

“I.. I don’t want us to just be another fling. I..” he stops, gathering his words, “I know this is not the most romantic way to do this, but if we try this, if we.. if we try being something serious. Like.. as serious as a relationship. Then.. then I want you to know that I’m in it for the long run.” he looks into her eyes, fully aware that this could scare her off for good. But he needs to honor himself. He needs to be straight with her, or else this won’t have a chance of working out. 

“I’m not in this, if.. if you want a little distraction. Or a little fun. I want a partnership. I want to have a family eventually. And of course, we.. we have a long way to go. To see if we fit. To see if this can work. But I just want you to know that if we try this, then.. then this is my intention.” 

Travis takes a deep breath after finishing his little speech. He can’t dare look at her again, but he’s proud of himself for having said it. Suddenly, he feels her hands reach for his. He looks back into her eyes, and she smiles. A little tear in her eyes. He can see that clearly. 

“Okay.” she whispers. He swallows, not sure how to react. All he feels is her small hand caressing his. 

“Okay?” 

She nods, a smile on her lips. 

“I want the same thing. With you. But.. I’m just.. I just hope you know what you are in for. With all this attention. I will be on tour soon, Trav. If you think this is bad, the security and the.. the staying hidden, then you have no idea what you’re in for in the next months. My life is crazy. My life is.. fully out of control. But it’s my life. And I have lost years of my life hiding for someone else who couldn’t handle the pressure. And.. and I can’t do that no more. I’m all in, but I just hope you know what that means for you.” 

He looks at her, a big smile on his face. All the worries from before are gone. He nods. 

“Tay?” 

She looks at him, worry in her face. She knows his smile can’t really mean that he changed his mind after her little speech. But she is in fact worried that he will regret this. That he will ask her for more time to think about this. About what it means to be in a relationship with her. 

“I need to tell you something.” 

“What?” she says, her hand still holding his. She looks at the man in her bed. His naked torso leaned against her bed rest, his smile all over his face as he looks at her. She feels calm just looking at him smile like this, but there’s still a part of her that is full of anxiety right now. 

“I.. I think I’m really really really in love with you. Like… so much, it’s not even funny.” 

She doesn’t say anything, just stares at him for a moment. 

“Is that okay? I feel like.. maybe this is a good time to tell you. I will let you know if I can’t handle your life, I promise. But I need you to know that I’m ridiculously in love with you. And.. and it would make me the happiest person on this planet to call you my girlfriend.” 

Travis finishes his sentence. She doesn’t say anything, just sits up a bit, both of her hands touching his cheeks. She presses her forehead against his, then leans in and kisses him. It’s a different type of kiss. She’s emotional. His hands land on her bare back again. 

“I love you, too.” she whispers then, closes her eyes and lets him kiss her bangs gently.

“So much.”

___

“You sure this is a good idea?” 

He asks again, sitting on the bed and looking at her. He’s wearing a pair of his Nike sweatpants and a black t-shirt. He watches her finish her make up in the mirror by her bedroom. She looks incredible, just like every day. A pair of blue boyfriend jeans covering her small frame, a grey longsleeve shirt on top and her black adidas shoes covering her feet. He loves to watch her get ready in the morning. He doesn’t know why, but it’s just another way of spending time with her. Witnessing her every move, every mundane thing she does in the morning, getting to know her even better. 

“Of course it is.” she says again, for the fifth time today, turning around to look at him with a smirk. He laughs too, now, knowing he acts absolutely ridiculous. After all, it’s her dad. She loves her dad. And he’s always been popular with his ex- girlfriend’s fathers. No need to act like a little boy now, Travis. 

“Listen, my parents are.. very much open to the idea of me dating again. I know they want me to be happy. And.. trust me, it’ll be fine.” 

He nods, watches her walk towards him. She stops standing right in front of him. He presses his face into her shirt, right above her stomach, giving her a few nervous kisses. 

“Also, I can’t stand the thought of you flying out today. So we definitely need to have a nice lunch altogether before you leave.” she mumbles into his head, kissing his head once. 

He looks back up at her and smiles. He can’t believe he’s flying out to Kansas City again. He can’t believe he’s spent five extra days in this city. Unplanned. The most incredible, beautiful, five days with this woman. Not a single chance, he could ever forget these days in his lifetime. 

“I’ll miss you, sweetie.” he mumbles. She nods, and he can see in her face that it worries her. She doesn’t want to leave their bubble. And neither does he. 

“I’ll miss you, too.” she says, “But it’s just one week.” 

He nods. They can do one week. They’ll be fine. 

“Travy, look. I did this for you!” 

Taylor quickly lets go off Travis, hears her daughter run into her mother’s bedroom. A pencil and a piece of paper in her small hands. Taylor and Travis decided to let some time pass before explaining to Eleanor where they both stand, with each other, in their relationship. She won’t ever fully introduce someone into her life, unless it’s as serious as it could get. And they’ve got time. They’ve got all the time in the world for this big move. 

“What? For me?” Travis looks at the little painting she made him. He’s in true disbelief. Eleanor smiles proudly at her mommy, gets all shy and nods then. 

“This is Olivia and Benjamin and Chauncy and Rambo.” 

Taylor can’t help but laugh a little, looks from Travis back to Eleanor. Her hands land on the little curlyhead. All it took was for Travis to show Eleanor a few pictures and videos of his dogs, and the little girl fell in love. Taylor knows how much she adores animals. Of course, she would fall in love with his doggs in a minute - even without having met them yet. 

“Oh my goodness. Eleanor. This is.. this is beautiful.” he says, completely serious, looking into the little girl’s proud face. 

“Wow, you’re so talented.” he says,pokes her tummy once and she giggles. 

“Can I get a hug?” he asks, and Eleanor falls into the big man’s arms. For a moment, Taylor stands there and feels herself get emotional. She knows this little girl hasn’t had a steady male figure in her life, besides her grandfather and her uncle, for almost a year now. Ever since her separation from Joe, Eleanor has seen her father twice. Phone calls that were promised got less and less. And Taylor could feel Joe not just forget about her, but also his daughter. He’s left her. She can barely let these thoughts enter her mind, but sometimes, they just come creeping back up. She knows that Eleanor knows exactly that her father hasn’t called in months. And Taylor knows that maybe, just maybe, this is why she’s so crazy about Travis. And how can she not be? He’s tall, he’s funny, he makes her laugh and he’s so kind and gentle to her. 

“Thanks so much, girly. I’m honored. This is beautiful. I will hang this one up in my house.” Travis says to Eleanor. Taylor notices Eleanor’s hand landing on Travis’s.

“And I promise you, soon you will meet Rambo and Chauncey. I promise. And I’ll send mommy some videos tonight.” he says, making Eleanor jump up and down a few times. Taylor loves seeing her so excited. She loves this relationship that’s slowly forming between Travis and her. But then again, the more she feels these two connecting, the more she feels herself growing anxious. A deep wave of anxiety, worry, almost panic arising in her chest.

If this won’t work out, then Travis will break two hearts. 

Not just one.

___

“Grandpa!” 

Travis hears Eleanor screaming while running towards the elevator door of the townhouse. He just stands there in the kitchen, taking a deep breath, which he hopes will remain unnoticed. Taylor already laughed at him taking off his earrings before. But he wants to be as presentable as possible for her dad. After all, he’s the man who entered his daughter’s and granddaughter’s life. He wants him to have a good first impression. Whatever that means. Travis slowly makes his way to the door, watches Eleanor jump onto Scott’s arm. The older man laughs a few times, already listening to Eleanor tell him all about her new school. Taylor just looks back to Travis, rolling her eyes at her daughter. He laughs. Eleanor is a very talkative little girl. He absolutely adores it about her. 

“Hi, honey.” Scott says then, hugging his daughter. Travis immediately feels the man’s eyes on him. He smiles at him, not sure how to act. He takes a step closer to him, opening his arms. Immediately, he realizes that Scott gives him a hand shake instead. Slightly embarrassed, he shakes his hand, tries to hide the fact that he expected the welcome to be a bit warmer, instead. 

“Hi, Mr. Swift. It’s so good to meet you. Taylor told me so much about you.”

Scott smiles, barely, and nods. 

“Nice to meet you.” 

Taylor watches the interaction, and gets a little confused. Her father is usually the warmest person she knows, has never not opened his arms for any of Taylor’s friends, or even her crappy ex-boyfriends. She’s not used to her dad being this cold, especially towards someone as open and as warm as Travis. Her parents have always taught her to keep warm people close. And Travis is one of these people. 

Taylor doesn’t say anything, just places her arm on Travis’s shoulder. It’s a small gesture but he knows its her way of assuring him.

“So glad you get to meet Travis, dad.” she mumbles, but Scott doesn’t really react, is suddenly extremely busy hanging up his jacket next to the door.

“Alright, shall we have lunch?” she says then, hoping the mood in the room gets lighter soon. She feels incredibly insecure suddenly. But she hopes Travis won’t feel any of this. He doesn’t deserve to not feel welcomed. After all, he’s been the most incredible person in her life for these past months.

“Sounds good.” Scott says, placing his bag in the dining room. 

“Grandpa, can we watch a movie together?” Eleanor asks her grandfather, already holding his hand again. Scott smiles at her, his hand protectively on her little head. 

“Sweetheart, your mommy and I have a few work meetings after lunch. But tonight, we can watch a movie together. How about that?” 

Eleanor nods, seems to not be very happy about his answer. 

“Should I.. do you need any help in the kitchen?” Travis asks Taylor. She looks at him, and immediately feels his tension. She hates it. 

“Actually, why don’t you and dad just sit down, and Eleanor and me we can get lunch ready huh?” 

Her hand lands on Travis’s back. He gives her that one look that always makes her laugh. But she knows this is good. As soon as her dad and him talk for a bit, the tensions in this penthouse will disappear and her dad will absolutely love him. Just like everyone else in her life so far.

“So, Scott. I heard you were also big on football during high school?” Travis asks, sitting down right in front of him at the dining table. Scott looks at him, no smile in sight. He nods. 

“Yup, I was a running back for five years.” 

“Oh wow.” Travis laughs, obviously relieved that the two have found a topic to discuss. “That’s awesome. Did you ever think about doing it professionally?” 

“I was a Finance major. So football was obviously just a hobby. Nothing more.” 

“Yeah, I get it. For me, was quite the opposite. Sports was always the only thing I was good at, so..” 

Scott doesn’t react. Silence. Travis looks up at him, has run out of things to say. Her dad clearly isn’t interested in a conversation with him. Instead, the seventy year-old man picks up Eleanor, helping her crawl onto the chair next to him. She shows him her little photo book that her mother has crafted with her, and filled with polaroids of herself and her three cats. Travis watches Scott smile at Eleanor. The shift in his mood couldn’t be more obvious. He’s completely in awe with his granddaughter, as he should be. And he couldn’t be less interested in getting to know him. Travis swallows, feels Taylor’s hand on his back. He can see in her face that she feels the same as him, pretends to put on a smile for him. But he can see right through her. There’s no denying that the mood is off. 

“What do you guys want to drink? Water? Sparkling water? Soda?” 

“I’ll just get a water. Thanks, honey.” Scott says. 

“Coke for you, babe?” she asks Travis. Her hand gently caressing his cheek over his beard. 

“I’ll just.. get a water. Thanks, babe.” 

She doesn’t say anything, and Travis wasn’t the only one feeling her father’s eyes on him. Taylor walks back into the kitchen, feels herself slowly get angry. She doesn’t know what has gotten into her dad. But she really hopes he gets it together, soon. 

“Do you usually just drink sodas for lunch, Travis?” 

Taylor places the waterbottle on the countertop with a bang. She’s getting mad, now. One more word and she’s going to loose her patience. Travis has been nothing but kind and polite. Yet her father treats him like a criminal. 

“Well, I train a lot. So I need to get my calories in somehow. I try to stick to diet drinks, but.. well sometimes an ice cold coke is just.. refreshing.” he laughs, a little insecure as he doesn’t get a nod back.

“Sodas are the number one reason for type one diabetes in our country. And that goes especially for children, Travis. I always tell Taylor it’s probably safer to have pesticides in the house than to give Eleanor any of these sugar drinks.” 

Travis doesn’t say anything, just nods. He asks himself if he was irresponsible these past days. After all, he did drink coke in front of Eleanor and even let her try once when Taylor allowed him to. He gets quiet, understands that there’s no arguing with her dad in this. After all, he’s right. 

“Too bad, because all this little girl drinks is coke and fanta and sprite. Oh, and sometimes before bed I add some sugar to her coke. Just makes her more sleepy, I find. The good old sugar crash just does the job.” Taylor says, a hint of anger in her voice. She places the food and water she just brought on top of the hardwood table. Scott just shakes his head, his hand still protectively on Eleanor’s little head. 

“Not funny, Taylor.” 

“Dad, come on. As if you never drink coke for lunch.” 

“Well, I certainly don’t after having cancer.” 

“Here goes the good vibes.” Taylor says, angry, looking at Travis. He doesn’t say anything, and she feels horrible for him. Under the table, she reaches for his hand, squeezes it a few times. 

“Eat up, guys.” she says then, encouraging the two men to start eating. Eleanor reaches for her glass of water, and starts chugging it down. It gets quiet. Horribly quiet. Travis doesn’t speak, and neither does Scott. 

“Grandpa.” Eleanor says, and Taylor has to smirk. Of course her bubbly five-year old would kill these weird vibes today. 

“Yes, honey.” Scott says. 

“Look at my bracelets.” she says, proudly, showing her grandfather her arm full of friendship bracelets. 

“Oh, beauiful. Did you make that all by yourself?” 

“Yes, with my friend Emily.” 

“That’s awesome.” 

“And this one I made with Travy yesterday.” she says proudly, smiling at Travis. He smiles back at her, his head tilting slightly to the side. He always does that whenever Eleanor looks at him with her little eyes. Taylor witnesses the interaction with a smile. 

“Travy?” 

“Yeah, she… well, my nieces always call me Travy so I told Eleanor she can call me..”

“Taylor. Can I speak with you outside for a second.” 

Taylor swallows. For a moment, the entire demeanor around this table has shifted, once again. Travis knows exactly what this is about. He feels guilty all of the sudden. Guilty for having entered Taylor’s life. Guilty for getting closer to Eleanor. He can feel Taylor get more tense. The two adults get up, leave the room to take the stairs up to the rooftop patio. He swallows. He’s definitely lost his appetite now. He just sits there, leans back. A door is closing. Loudly. And then all he hears is yelling. Scott yelling, then Taylor. Then Scott. Then Taylor interrupting him yelling some more. He’s so glad he can’t hear just every word he says. But he knows what this is about. And hearing Taylor yell like this is not something he’s ever witnessed before. 

“Travy..” Eleanor mumbles then, looks at Travis confused. 

“Is mommy fighting with grandpa?” she asks him, has also put down her fork. He can see in her little blue eyes that she’s worried. And Travis feels even worse. He swallows, takes a deep breath, then sighs. 

“Yeah, I think so.” 

Eleanor nods.

“I don’t like it when mommy is mad. Because.. because sometimes, she gets sad, too.” 

“Yeah, I also hated when my mommy was sad.” 

Eleanor nods. 

“Maybe grandpa didn’t like my bracelets.” she says then. Travis can’t help but smile suddenly. He can’t believe this beautiful little girl thinks anything she ever did is the reason her mom and grandpa are fighting. 

“Hey, give me your hand, girly.” he says then, gently. Eleanor looks at him, and Travis reaches for her small hand on top of the table. 

“Listen to me.” he mumbles, “your grandpa absolutely loves your bracelets. Trust me.” 

Eleanor nods slowly. He caresses her tiny hand for a second, so long, until Eleanor seems to be lighting up again. 

“Travy.” 

“Yeah?”

“Promise to send mommy the video of Chauncey and Rambo, okay?” 

He smiles gently, then nods. 

“I promise.” 

[safetycar-restart]

Bunny!Arthur! I’m obsessed

I don’t know why but I feel like Arthur’s is about the same amount of clingy as Charles. Like I feel you trace your finger along the base of his ears and he’s a mess in your lap kinda thing. I also think his ears hurt after a race a similar way charles’ do. And you know damn well he’s a stubborn shit and won’t tell you his ears are sore until something happens (maybe you brush you hand in just the wrong spot after the race) once you coax it out of him with pets you have to go to charles and ask him how he wraps his ears, what soothes them the most afterwards and before Arthur’s next race you offer to wrap his ears for him and afterwards you hold him while trying to soothe them and he just turns into a horny mess. Because you care so much and love him in a way his previous partners never have and just real fluffy sex just happens afterwards because he’s just so in love you type of thing.

thank you dear

YES MORE BUNNY!ARTHUR!! I LOVE BUNNY!ARTHUR!!!

Firstly, I definitely agree that bunny!arthur is as clingy as bunny!charles. But I also think he never really managed to figure the whole bunny thing out?

Charles is the PERFECT bunny. He’s so sweet and kind and gives the best cuddles and has the fluffiest ears and cutest little tail and everyone loves him and wants to cuddle with him. Arthur, on the other hand, has curly hair on his ears, they aren’t long and floppy like Charles, they often stand up straight if he doesn’t flatten them. No one ever wants to pet him like they do charles, and no one besides Charles offers to cuddle with him.

So when he finds you, and you ask if you can pet his ears and let him cuddle you and hug him tight? He’s so happy!! He loves you so much!! He’s so ready to be your sweet bunny, that’s all he’s ever wanted!!

His life gets a lot better after he meets you. So much better.

But he still struggles with some aspects of being a bunny, especially his ears during races. Secretly, he’s always wanted to ask you to massage his ears and give his head some scratches after races. He knows it would take the ache out of his ears so perfectly, would make him feel so good.

But he doesn’t want to be too needy. He’s been racing for his entire life, surely by now he should have a solid method in place for making his ears feel better.

Yet he doesn’t. He’s just accepted that his ears will always hurt after races.

It gets worse when he starts F2, when he has a sprint race and a feature race to drive. His poor ears ache so much!!

You notice it after the second race of the season. You go to give him a big hug after his amazing performance, which of course he accepts. You wrap your arms around him tight, holding the back of his head with your hand. But instead of him melting into your arms like he usually does, he flinches and steps back, holding onto his ear.

You feel so guilty. You can’t believe you hurt him!! You’re quick to apologise, realising that his ears must have been hurting after the race.

You ask what you can do, and instead of asking for what he wants, he just shrugs and says he doesn’t know what to do about it. So you ask what Charles does, and Arthur just sniffles and says he doesn’t know. Maybe he even calls himself a bad bunny?

You shush him, kissing his nose and promising to find out what Charles does.

When you ask Charles, he nearly has a heart attack because he loves his brother so much and the thought of his brother not knowing how to make his ears feel better just breaks him. He immediately wants to rush over to Arthur and explain exactly what he needs to do, but you manage to convince him not to because you think that will upset arthur even more. So instead charles tells you how to wrap Arthur’s ears before putting the helmet on and how to massage them after races.

Arthur nearly starts crying when you come back with all that information, telling him exactly what to do and how and offering to help. He’s so grateful for you, and he can’t believe you’re willing to help him.

So the next week, you massage his ears just like Charles explained, then wrap his ears with a soft headband and some bandages before helping him put his balaclava on. His ears still hurt after the race, but it’s SO much better. And then you offer to massage his ears and it’s even better!!

He’s so happy, practically melting into your lap as you massage his ears and give him plenty of scratches.

Of course he’s gonna get horny! He feels so good and you’re so nice and the stressful race weekend is finally over. He feels so nice and safe, getting hard in your arms cause you’re taking such good care of him. Bunnies have insane sex drives, so of course he’s going to get horny.

Maybe you don’t even move? Just take one of your hands and move it down his chest and to his groin, rubbing him through his boxers. He grinds up against your hand, cumming so quickly from all the attention he’s getting.

He’s so sweet after! Just smiling lazily at you and thanking you, maybe even asking if he can cum again cause bunnies rarely ever have a refractory period.

Just… happy bunny Arthur.

[insomniiyac]

Temptation

Jayce is reminded that all demons were once angels casted from Heaven.

Pairing: Jayce x Ekko

Warnings: nsfw (minors dni!), religion kink, blasphemy, corruption, dubcon

Word count: 2.7k

A/N: Was slick obsessed with this AU and had to get it out. Enjoy!

Jayce Talis was a devout man who dedicated most of his life to the teachings of Father God and walking the righteous path. Many Piltovens looked up to him as the Poster Boy of their country and sought to follow his teachings as well. As Father Talis, he was able to extend his reach to teach everyone from all walks of life. Although he attracted many people who took his teachings to heart, his status also attracted some bad faith actors- one of which he had a sneaking suspicion was following him for about a week following an exorcism.

This suspicion came to a head tonight when the two wide doors to the church, which was locked, swung wide open. The air that passed him was unusually cold, goosebumps raising from his flesh. 

“ Demon ,” he half-mumbles to himself before setting the water pot to the side and adjusting himself. He turns to see a familiar small, cloaked figure walking the aisle. “It’s you.”

The figure stops short of the steps, reaching up to pull down the hood. Standing before him was a dark-skinned scowling demon with bright, glowing eyes with slit pupils. His hair was bleached and in locs, adorned with hair jewelry with an hourglass motif.

“You finally decided to show yourself.”

This little demon, the one that visited him every night and drained him little by little, may try to claim his life today.

A corner of the demon’s lip twitches upwards into a little smirk, his tail swishing behind him.

“Well good evening to you too, Father Talis.”

“Come to claim my life, I presume?”

That smirk dropped to a dark scowl, his red eyes piercing.

“I’m going to make you pay for what you did to Vi.”

Vi? Hm, so that explains it. That demon he exorcised must’ve been his friend.

“You can join her if you like.”

Jayce reaches for the holy water by the altar, but finds it missing much to his dismay.

There’s that smirk again as the demon holds up the bottle.

“ Looking for this old thing? ”

“Tch!”

Shit. He definitely planned for this. Normally he doesn’t advocate for violence, yet he found himself really missing his HexTech hammer. However, being a man of God, he begins doing what he always did whenever faced with adversity. He pulls his rosary from his pocket, holding his cross close to him.

“ Our Father, who art in heaven, hallowed be thy name… ”

The demon rolls his eyes.

“Oh Brother, not this shit again,” it groans before dropping his garbs and revealing a tight, black, shiny sleeveless halter neck top with a matching skimpy thong. He wore long, sleek, black fingerless gloves with thigh-high tights that were toeless as well. His fingernails and toenails were long, dark red, and shimmering. Curly, black goat horns hung by his temples, his slick wings stretching to its full span- a true testament to the fact that he was not from this realm.

Thump!

Jayce’s heart begins to pound. No… he wasn’t going to lose faith! He points the cross towards the demon who was now slowly approaching him. His mantra speeds up as he backs up, defensively.

“ Thy kingdom come, thy will be done, on earth, as it is in heaven. ”

“I am going to chew you up… and shit you out, you disgusting pig,” he hisses, seemingly becoming more agitated by the second. “That’s after I drain you and that worthless body dry and watch you wither away before I drag your soul to hell to burn.”

“ G-Give us our d-d-daily bread… and f-f-forgive us our trespasses- ”

The priest finds himself stammering over his words, not because of fear, but because of a second voice that found its way into his subconscious:

< Come to me, Father Talis…>

A voice that was so sickly sweet that it could only be from one place… Hell.

“Get out of my head, demon,” he growls lowly.

“I have a name, Father,” he saunters closer before leaning in to whisper. “ It’s Ekko…”

“I don’t give a damn what your name is, demon!” he retorts, shoving the cross in its face.

It winces. There’s a flicker of malice in its eyes before it relaxes, reaching a hand up to move it out its way. It edges closer, looking up at the priest with doe eyes.

This incubus had a very pretty face and an attractive body, and he was going to use it all.

< Touch me… >

“Wh-what do you want from me?” Jayce stutters, backing up, nearly tripping on the steps to the altar.

< I want you, Father… >

He inches closer, his fingernails grazing the priest’s clothed chest. The little voice was getting louder. He grips the cross until his knuckles go pale, continuing to recite the sacred text.

“ Give this day our daily bread and forgive our trespasses as we forgive those- unghh~!!”

A shuddering breath escapes the priest’s lips as Ekko reaches down and grabs his bulge, his tail wrapping seductively around his leg. He drags his warm, long tongue up Jayce’s jawline and laps around his ear before whispering: “ Keep going… I wanna hear you stumble over those words, Man of God.”

“Who t-t-trespasses against us; and l-lead us not i-into temptation…~”

A long whine escapes Ekko’s full, glossy lips as he loops his arms around Jayce’s neck and rocks against his knee.

“ Fuck yes, ” he throws his head back. “Finish it, Father.”

Jayce groans in response, feeling his hard-on pressing painfully against his slacks. His hips instinctively jut against the other, begging for his body not to betray him like this.

“ P-P-Please… stop this ,” Jayce pleads in a whisper, dropping to his knees before the demon.

“Stop what , exactly?”

Jayce shakes his head, solemnly.

“Don’t make me pervert the Word of God even more. Just kill me… please ,” he clasps his hands together and begs.

This was shameful, but he couldn’t do it. He’d walk on hot coal for all of eternity before he’d ever stoop so low to recite the sacred text so sacrilegiously. The heat of Ekko’s stare burrows into his very core; he hoped and prayed that alone would end his life then and there.

Ekko smirks.

“No. I don’t think I will.”

Thump!

“Ekko… please… stop it… ” he pleads through shaky breaths.

“Oh? You remembered my name? How nice.”

THUMP!

He doubles over, clenching his stomach. Ekko barely touched him, but somehow he felt him envelop his entire body and mind. The air around the chapel became so heavy and thick, clogging his lungs and making it hard to breathe. He was so focused on gathering his bearings that feeling Ekko’s nails caress underneath his chin made him flinch.

“Look at me.”

Jayce allows his head to be tilted up, still kneeled before him. The view of once was repulsive to him charmed him beyond understanding. The way the blood moonlight splashed across his skin and features made his dark skin glisten in such a delicious way that had him drooling.

Ekko straightens his posture with a smirk, raising a foot.

“Lick.”

He drops his rosary to the ground and takes his foot gingerly into his large hands, making sure to polish it thoroughly with each deliberate lick. Ekko hums at this, his tongue swiping against his teeth. He raises his other foot in which Jayce wastes no time in sucking each toe, slowly but surely making his way from his ankles and up his legs to his thighs. Father Talis could feel the heat radiating from between Ekko’s legs. He needed a taste… just a taste and he’d be satiated-

“Wait.”

“ Huh? ”

“Don’t good Catholic men say Grace before indulging?” he purrs, his tail swishing behind him.

Jayce nods, leaning forward and bowing.

“ Bless us, O Lord and these thy gifts, which we are about to receive from Thy bounty, through Christ our lord. Amen.”

“ Amen, indeed ,” Ekko bites his lip before pulling his thong down, his nice above-average sized dick flying up.

The older man’s chest heaves, the sickly sweet smell of Ekko’s dick wafting through the air. He knew incubi and succubi had stronger smelling aromas, yet experiencing this in person was on another level.

Jayce leans in and laps his tongue around his balls, gently taking each into his mouth. He relished the sweaty, salty taste of it hitting his taste buds so much that he couldn’t help but sneak a hand down his own slacks.

“ Aht aht, don’t touch yourself, Father. Naughty boy~ ”

He whines, reaching up to grip his hips instead, moving up to take his dick into his mouth. Ekko lowly chuckles, encouragely raking his fingers through his hair.

“Don’t forget to kiss the glans, Father Talis <3.”

Jayce pulls back and plants wet, open-mouthed kisses on the pinkish tip. He had such a pretty penis, just as pretty as he was.

A deep, demonic groan rumbles from deep within Ekko’s throat. He really loved this, didn’t he? Gripping his throat, he pushes the priest onto his back before rising to his feet and hovering over his face.

“I wanna feel your tongue elsewhere, Father,” he growls, dropping onto his face and leaning forward to rip open the other’s slacks.

The priest grunts at this, reaching up and spreading the incubus’ hole and spitting in it. Ekko ass bounces at this, pressing it further into his face. His little asshole was winking at him- how could he ever turn away at this opportunity to give it the best tongue-fucking it will ever experience in this realm?

He keeps his ass spread as he flicks his tongue over the creases of that glistening hole. He could feel Ekko’s firm grip on the base of his cock before an unusual, very warm wet sensation of his mouth engulfing the head. His tail swishes back and forth almost like a wag from a dog who’s excited. Jayce wondered…

He grips the base of his tail and pulls it, finally shoving his tongue as far as he could.

“ NGH!?? ” Ekko’s ass clamps down on his face, his thighs tightening as his tail shoots upwards, stiff. He slides Jayce’s cock out of his mouth with a pop, looking back at him with a smirk.

“ Father Talis!” he mockingly gasps. “Or should I say… Daddy Talis,” he bites his lip before sliding off.

“Don’t call me that,” Jayce warns.

“Or what?”

He jumps up and grabs Ekko by the arm, shoving him onto the altar.

“ Oh? You’re gonna fuck me on the altar, Fath-?”

“Shut the fuck up.”

The incubus blinked wide-eyed with an uneasy smile, his tail tucked between his legs.

“What’s the matter, demon? Oh, now you’re scared,” he mocks.

“I-I’m not scared!” he protests, red faced. “I will actually fucking kill you, so you better enjoy it while you still can-!” his voice cracks upon Jayce gripping his throat.

Despite his manipulation, Jayce could tell this demon was a weak one- opting to use his charm and intellect to take control of his victims and lead them to their deaths. It was why he was constantly visited and drained a little each day. Unbeknownst to Ekko though, he still had more than enough energy to punish it. He unbuttons his robes and tosses it to the side, leaving on nothing but his white tank top and his ripped slacks.

Using his free hand, he pushes Ekko’s leg up and angles his dick, pressing it against his hole. Ekko croaks as he tries to speak, fidgeting beneath him. He lightens his grip on his neck.

“What is it?’

“If you slide it in, you’re gonna be bound to me forever just so you know.”

A bead of sweat trickles down his temple. He may have had some semblance of control back, but was this really something he wanted to do?

“You’re warning me, huh? Isn’t this what you wanted in the first place? To bind me to you so you can continue to drain me until I die?”

“Y-Yes but-”

“Then I guess my soul is yours to take.”

“Are… are you serious- mghnn~! ” he throws his head back as Jayce slides all the way to the hilt. Ekko looks down at the cock that’s impaled him, then looks back up at Jayce in disbelief. “You’re crazy…”

“You made me this way, so take responsibility,” he grits his teeth before thrusting roughly into the other, the altar creaking with each powerful thrust as he slammed into the shocked incubus over and over and over again.

Ekko yelps, digging his nails into the other’s muscular, sweaty arms, drawing blood. Jayce hisses, leaning forward and fully enveloping the other’s frame beneath his with nothing but the sounds of their debauchery reverberating around the cathedral.

His dick slams against a spot that felt really fucking good, so good that Ekko bites down hard onto his shoulder. Jayce bellows a primal growl, burrowing his head into the other’s neck.

“ Fuck me… don’t stop. I’m gonna cum… ohohooo FUCK!” Ekko’s legs trembled as he cums loads in between the two. But Jayce wasn’t ready to let up yet. He slows down a wee bit to lean back, getting a full view of his little incubus doused in pure pleasure.

Ekko licks his lips, swirling his iridescent cum around his tummy, making a show out of it. He scoops some into his mouth then offers some to Jayce in which he leans in and laps up gratefully.

“Does it taste good?

“It tastes delicious. ”

“Your mine now, so you can keep fucking me forever.”

The priest lets out a shuddering breath at this, shamelessly indulging himself in this cheeky little incubus and the desires he locked away from himself so long ago. Ekko was no longer in his head, this was all him. Jayce’s hips twitch uncontrollably, he was about to cum. He wanted to pull out in fear that the other was going to take this opportunity to drain him, but the way his innards clamped onto him made it impossible to leave.

It was then that Jayce realized he made a grave mistake.

His eyes glows a sickening crimson, a ghost of a smirk on his lips as Jayce finally released deep inside.

“Hahhh~!!!” Jayce found himself washed with a sensation of pure bliss mixed with dread as he just couldn’t stop cumming. His hole just kept milking and milking and the priest was sure he could feel his life force being drained. He swore to God Almighty that he would never do this again if he was ever given a second opportunity at life.

His surroundings meshed together in one big fog as he falls forward, everything fading to black..

—————

Jayce springs awake in a cold sweat, quickly feeling around his own body. He looks to his right and sees his rosary and holy water sitting neatly on his dresser. He looks to the left out the window. It was still dark out. Just what was the time?

He looks at the clock.

4:32am.

Was it all just a dream? There was only one way to find out.

He crawls out of bed and trudges to the bathroom, turning on the light and looking in the mirror. He checks his shoulder, his arms and his back. All clear.

He sighs in relief.

He turns to leave the bathroom and searches for his rosary. He was going to need to repent, and repent soon.

< It wasn’t a dream.>

Jayce pauses before his dresser, holding his head.

No… this was impossible.

The voice laughs.

< Oh but it is, Father Talis. We’re bound now, remember? >

Jayce grimaces. No way, he should’ve been dead then. At least he hoped-

< I could’ve. But I like you, so I’ll look past you exorcising my close friend for now. Besides… >

The distinct cool air passes by as he feels a cold, familiar figure brush behind him, wrapping his arms delicately around his neck and leaning in to whisper.

“What fun would that be?”

[tommyspeakycap]

that little shelby and uncle charlie fic was so sweet, if you could write more of the two that would be fantastic :,-)

first one here, they’re not directly related but enjoy little shelby (probs about 17/18) telling uncle Charlie about her new boyfriend before anyone else.

terrible liar

There’s an extra skip in your step as you easily manoeuvre around the scrap yard that you knew like the back of your hand towards where you knew your uncle Charlie would be at this time in the afternoon, grooming the horses and mucking out the stables with Curly. It’s Curly who notices and greets you first as he was standing outside the stables lifting a shovel. “Hello, miss Shelby,” He greets with a smile and a curt wave that makes you giggle. “I’ve told you Curly, you can call me (y/n).” You insist kindly, offering him your signature sunshine smile, the kind of sweet one that lights up the day for the people who you spend it on.

“Exactly Curly,” Charlie adds, “You’ve known her since she was this big,” he gestured with his hands to the size you were as a baby. “You’re family.” You state. That makes your uncles friend grin largely and almost bashfully, a little bit of kindness never lost on him and you always seemed to have it to spare.

Curly shoots a smile back to you and heads back into the stable before Charlie turns to you. “Better mood today then, love?” He rumbles with a grin as you nod vigorously and blush ever so slightly just at the thought of the reason you were in such a fantastic mood. “Mhm,” you hum gently, doing a little spin as the wind flutters through your pretty dress that Tommy bought you upon Polly’s advising that you had seen it in a window when you were walking through London and your face had lit up. He gifted it to you this morning and your squeal of excitement, followed by a hug that very nearly knocked the stocky man off his feet had set him up for a day where he does everything while thinking about how he can better the life he’s trying to create for his family. He wants to be able to buy you everything you could ever want to see that beautiful smile that ached your cheeks. “And why’s that? Who’s given little miss Shelby her sparkle back?”

Charlie knew full and well that he had asked, but he truly wasn’t expecting the answer to be as it was. He thought that his niece would giggle as she often does and say something about a kitten she saw this morning or a hug and a kind word from her brother or maybe she tasted the most fantastic pastry on her lunch time walk here (and he knew you did have a pastry because there was still a little smudge of chocolate by the side of your mouth that you hadn’t noticed).

Instead, you do not say that. You don’t say any of those things and Charlie is forced to shoot straight up from where he was bent over shovelling fresh hay so quickly he knew he’d have a twinge in his back for a week when his sweeter than candy little niece says;

“Well i met this boy-“

“You what!?” He booms out. Curly’s shovel clatters to the ground in shock at the sudden burst, and you jump back slightly, wincing at his reaction. “Now see that’s what i thought you’d say, but he’s really sweet and i th-“ Charlie cuts you off as he turns to you looking somewhat appalled. You had chosen him as the first person to tell as you felt he might have the most calm reaction. Maybe you were wrong. “Do your brothers know about this? Does Tommy know?”

“Does Tommy know what?”

You literally jump five feet into the air and yelp loudly, whirling around and placing your hand over your heart. “Jesus Christ Tommy! Don’t do that!” You exclaim wildly, a flush dancing over your soft cheeks in your shock. Tommy raised his eyebrows in question and looks between you and Charlie somewhat conspicuously. It isn’t like his uncle to look irked or sound so appalled and shocked as he had when Tommy heard the tail end of the conversation. “Sorry darling,” he says softly, turning to face you, “Are you alright?”

You nod your head and Tommy squints his eyes. “Yeah i’m alright, what’re you-“ His action cuts you off before you have the ability to finish asking what he was about to do. He had ever so slightly licked his thumb and reached out to swipe the small smudge of chocolate from your lunchtime pastry away from the side of your mouth just like he used to when you were little. “Tommy,” you whine in response, thwarting his hand away the best you could. He just shrugs his shoulder. “Sorry love. Force of habit.” He offers, albeit unapologetically as he lights up a cigarette.

“Now, tell me what?” He repeats, his eyes again darting between you, Charlie and Curly. You open and close your mouth a few times, but words fail to find you. Tommy notes that you look to Charlie almost threateningly, like you were trying to master that Polly Gray look unsuccessfully. You were a Shelby, after all. You looked a lot more like Tommy did when he attempted to enforce unspoken words with merely his eyes. Though, you were too soft to appear menacing. “Tell your big brother, ey?” he prompts, “Whatever it is, i can help.”

That makes you cringe, almost wince even, before offering him the most pained grimace you ever had. “Y’know, i really don’t think you can this time. Just lady problems.” The shaky words leave your mouth a whole lot less convincingly than you had anticipated, and Tommy gives you an incredulous look with one eyebrow raised higher than the other and his cigarette paused in between his lips like he were a freeze frame. Tommy doesn’t tend to shy away from typical lady problems. He wasn’t insecure enough in his masculinity for his sisters (or anyone really) natural bodily functions and/or femininity to threaten him, and it certainly did not discomfort him. She dealt with much worse.

Your nerves aren’t lost on him. There are few times you won’t look him in the eye, preferring to focus your head towards the muddy ground beneath your boots. This is usually when you’ve done something wrong, gotten in trouble or are afraid he’s going to be mad at you, or even disappointed. He was rarely either.

“I can help.”

“She’s missing your mother, Tom.”

Tommy looks up at his uncle who had interrupted him. Charlie offers you a small look that told you the secret you entrusted to him would stay as such for now. You didn’t know how long that would be the case, but it seemed as though he would keep it from the lethal hands of the head of the family. “She didn’t want to upset you, talking about it. But she misses her mother.” He explains. In all honesty, he wasn’t entirely wrong. You did miss your mother and you were scared to bring her up, but it was something you had dealt with for such a long duration of time in your life that you had grown accustomed to that nagging pain. Tommy looked at you with eyes full of sorrow. His mother was one of his softest spots in his heart.

Charlie tapped Curly on the arm and the two left you standing there a few feet away from Tommy, who was just kind of staring at you weirdly. “She was beautiful.” He says finally. “Just like you. You have her heart too, love.” He takes a couple steps closer to you and wrap his arms tight around you, “Always hoped you’d turn out more like her than the rest of us. Think we’re all glad you did.” The thought of being like your mother made your head leap with joy. You wished there was a way she could know you today, know you now. Talk to you about boys, this boy, her boys. Help you understand the world. You didn’t have that.

“I love you, Tom.” You say, words muffled against the material of his coat. “Yeah yeah,” he mutters back, “Now off you go. We can talk more later. A scrap yard like this is no place for a beautiful, smart young lady like you.” You giggle at the words he speaks when he lets you out of his arms, that gentle smile of his tugging up the sides of his lips ever so slightly. His nods his head for you to go off, and you knew what he meant was really that he was going to be discussing some business with Charlie that he didn’t want you hearing about for his obsession with your safety and normalcy. “Bye Tom.” You grin, stepping up to your tip-toes to peck a little kiss against his cheek before you all but skip off. Tommy’s heart warms at the sight of his sunshine little sister heading off with such a happy skip in her step and so much love ready to give

He then feels the presence of his uncle appear beside him again. “She really is like your mother, Tom.” He states, a heavy and painful sigh following. “Yep.” Tommy replied shortly. “Better thinking like that than thinking it’s her boyfriend that’s put that skip in her step. eh?”

“You bastard,” Charlie chuckles as he shakes his head, “You know?”

“Course,” Tommy states simply, “My mother was a terrible liar, Charlie.”

“And?”

“Well our (y/n); she is just like her mother, isn’t she?”

[aajjks]

Limits (JJK)

— limits are always important, but you acknowledged that a little too late...

paring: yan bunny hybrid!jk x owner!noona reader.

warnings: ANGST, manipulation, obsessive behaviour, YANDERE, mature..., heavy angst, crying, begging, threats, dark thoughts.

note. ....SURPRISE HHAHAHDHDHHDHD!!! DID U EXPECT THIS??? another bunny!koo fic/drabble/part??? I honestly dk how i managed to keep my mouth shut about this...but...ANYWAYS PLEASE TELL ME WHAT U THINK OF THIS..also...I’m honestly very overwhelmed with the love bunny!koo has received... h-how??? god knows I’m so thankful for each and everyone of you...i wanted to thank you all so here’s my thank u! HOPE U ENJOY...i hope you’re not going to be disappointed or underwhelmed...trust me, bunny!koo has a new side to him this time...erm...

Header credit: @tae-cup

word count. 2k+

masterlist:

thinking.

“noona...do you know I love you?” Jungkook snuggled deeper in your warmth, burying his face in your thighs. the environment in your room felt so cold. “hmm? yes I know that, sweetheart.” your fingers massaged his scalp, going in the forest of his long dark curly locks. Jungkook smiled in response.

“do you love me, noona?”

your heart stopped in your chest, at his sudden question. “what do you mean, kook?” not bothering to reply, jungkook just held you tighter, soft noises of comfort coming out of his mouth. “noona...please scratch my ears.” your fingers gently touched his bunny ears and he mewled at the feeling of your fingertips.

you inhaled as thoughts crossed your mind. how would he react to the news? “jungkook sweetheart? There’s something we need to need to talk about.” bottling up the courage was hard. you looked at him, he shifted his head so he could look at your face, you watched his starry eyes staring back at with curiosity. “what noona, tell me?” he passed you a smile. Well, you really prayed that he’ll understand your situation.

“Jungkook, sweetheart..”

“I have to leave you...I have to go....” your sentence wasn’t even completed when you watched Jungkooks eyes widen with horror evident in them. he quickly got up from your lap, his face pale all of a sudden and tears welding up in his eyes, his tail wiggled.

“Jungkook sweety—“NOONA NO!” he shook his head repeatedly, the sound of his choked sobs were really increasing the pain in your head... “Y-YOU ARE LEAV-LEAVI-ING ME!!!” Jungkook cried, his arms pulling you into a literal bone crushing hug. “Jungkook listen to m-NO!”

“YOU ARE LEAVING ME!!! I-I CANT LIVE WITHOUT YOU! I-I NEED YOU! D-DONT LEAVE! Y-YOU CANT LEAVE ME!” With his shaking hands, he gripped on you with his strength. “H-HUG ME BACK!” He cried.

You should’ve known that he wouldn’t understand.

closing your eyes you inhaled again. It was now getting frustrating. This wasn’t fair. Your mother was dying. She needed you. but here? Jungkook wasn’t willing to even listen.

He was becoming selfish day by day...and now this needed to stop. He can’t always have his way. he was important for you, very much...but not as important as your mother. It wasn’t his turn to be selfish, this time it was now your turn.

“Jungkook. Listen to me!” Your sentence came out harsher than intended and...

it made jungkooks heart drop.

I have to leave you... I have to leave you... I have to leave you... I have to leave you... I have to leave you... I have to leave you... I have to leave you... I have to leave you... I have to leave you... I have to leave you... I have to leave you... that’s all that his mind processed. Jungkook felt a wave of sharp pain his brain, his stomach was twisting. he was being tortured.

“JUNGKOOK LISTEN TO ME!” and Jungkook felt someone twisted a knife in his guts. Having trouble breathing, he grabbed on his locks.

“I want to die... Kill me noona.” with his eyes squeezed shut, he sighed, abnormally calm now.

“Kill me.” jungkook smiled. “You can kill me. I’d rather see you murder me then seeing you walk away from my life.”

“My mothers dying, jungkook. She needs me. Please let me go and take care of her. You are not getting my point. I’m not leaving you forever. I’m just going away from you for a few months. Please understand. I can’t let her die. She’s my everything. Please.” the sound of your silent sobs pierced through his heart.

you were crying. Because of him. Jungkooks lower lips wiggled and a wave of fresh tears fell from his now opened orbs. “She doesn’t have anyone with her. My sisters pregnant. She can’t travel to another place. Only I can help her.” desperation laced your honey voice. Jungkook could hear it.

Even the words you didn’t say out loud. “n-noona please understand me! I-I can’t live without you...c-can’t I go with you...? Please...don’t do this to me...” he leaned in closer to you, you just cried softly and he had your face close to his. “My pretty noona please...I beg you.” Jungkooks lips were inches away from yours.

your scent hit his nostrils and slowly started to smoke his senses. “Ita not possible jungkook. that kind of a place..its dangerous for a rare hybrid like you I can’—” “Y-You can’t leave...” he barely managed to speak as his lips closed the gap and force his lips against yours.

it was a hard kiss, a kiss screaming in desperation and anguish— his lips moving harshly over yours trying to get you to understand him. try to get you to understand that he needed you more than your old mother. you immediately processed the situation and tried to push him away, well tried to. his mouth refused to detach from yours as his tongue graced on your lower lip. 

“I need you more!!”

your mouth could only let out muffled noises. his kiss was aggressive, forceful this time. his hand found your neck and he gripped on it. you tried again only to be pushed further into his overbearing, angry kiss. “S-St” you couldn’t speak.

There wasn’t a noise except for the sound of your muffled noises and the sound of his aggressive kiss.

“I’ll fucking murder your mother of you leave. She’ll have to die then, noona.” He finally broke the kiss. He cackled loudly. Throwing his head back.

“Would you like that, noona?” he stopped chuckling, breathing heavily. Looking at you with his dark eyes. his lips tainted with your red chapstick, drool falling from the corner of his mouth.

“I could do that y’know. After all I can do anything to have you only to myself...” gritting his teeth, he snarled, nose scrunching in jealousy.

all of a sudden you felt like your head was spinning. “You should know that by now..noona.”

“There’s no limit for me when it comes to you, you should know that.”

[serenawitchwriter]

BNHA Fusion (LOV/Deku)

shigideku

oh boy

both have been deeply wronged by society

unstable but also instantly aware that they’re more compatible than either is comfortable with

insane, muttering, constantly arguing with them-self

black curls that’s longer the deku’s hair normally is. scarred so badly. but decent skin. eye bags, big green eyes. Mikumo vibes

twitchy hands, will scratch anywhere, plays with lip, constantly writing. hands are never still

wears one fingered gloved so he doesn’t decay everything constantly

a genius, master of planning and deconstruction. take the moral limiters of izuku and he could end any hero quirkless

has a level of morality but it’s hard to define. totally down for crime most of the time, loves fighting, but doesn’t target kids or civilians. has a lot clearer motives than shigaraki did alone

they are gonna take down the government probably

daddy issues x2

laughs like a crazy person, wide scary smile

traumatized, ptsd, anxiety, dissociates, ocd. babe has a lot of mental illnesses

plays video games to calm down

loves homemade food

a loner

paranoid

quirk is just... oof. like a nuke going off basically. so fucking destructive, and you know they know how to use it

hates everyone including them-self

self aware of their situation. recognized that they’re being used and targeted and manipulated. on both ends. Shigi sees how he’s being used by afo, Izu sees how the adults in his life have failed him

honestly kinda baby, they need fucking love

hero students and lov members would put aside differences to help them honestly. the world wouldn’t be okay with it, but their friends are loyal

not quite a villain anymore, but definitely not a hero. constantly has internal conflict over this. like they don’t want to give up on hero dreams times 2 but also recognize how utterly fucked society is and wants to tear it down. they’re so full of hate, but want to maintain hope just out of spite at this point

whatever the hell they’re doing they’re not giving up on it

has the power to reshape society and is going to fucking use it

i don’t need to tell you that they’re fucking terrifying

togodeku

obsessive x2

love heroes x2

long curly green hair worn in twin pony tails, 

short, decent sized chest, big red eyes, and a smile that’s too big. fangs. freckles. 

muscular but in a compact way

more stable than they should be

loves themselves.

in love with uraraka, but gets crushes on everyone else extremely easily. ura is their forever girl though

loves making and consuming fan content. a fangirl to a scary degree

an all might stan

naturally, also loves k-pop

no fashion sense, they wish they had it, but they don’t. probably just wearing t-shirts and jeans most of the time. is still kinda hot, but isn’t doing anything to play it up

will hunt you for sport

incredibly fast, loves running and chasing in general

bunny themed outfit still

changing into others is one of their passions. izu lowkey loves this quirk. they’re experts at mimicking others. izuku’s analysis skills makes them too good at this

feral x2

honestly just here for the lols

still wants to be a hero, but isn’t doing a good job of it

easily distracted

probably knits for some reason?

makes gifts for friends and crushes

way more dangerous than they’re letting on. too many people are underestimating them

cute as a button

dabideku

daddy issue x2

bitter as hell

black and white hair, curly. darker at the roots. 

keeps dabi’s scars. green eyes. tall and muscular, lots of piercings. most of Izuku’s details are lost in the scaring

coffee addict

self centered, has a lot of enemies. including endeavor and bakugou, and every middle school bully.

more empathetic though, can have friends and value them, just don’t piss him off because he will hold lifelong grudges

very good at switching back and forth between scary and threatening to cute and innocent. usually the innocence is mocking but it can read as genuine

a good actor in general, but a terrible liar

quirk is not doing him any favors, still has the feedback, but flaming tentacles gives him more control over the fire itself

reads a lot of comic books

a hypocrite

likes to dramatically point at things while shouting

loves solving mysteries and kinda wants to go down a sherlock holmes or batman route

is not pulling that off, maybe jason todd vibes at best

high key just a dramatic dork that’s too good at murder

chaotic neutral to chaotic good

talks too much

good at pissing people off

kinda deserves to get the shit beaten out of him, and i feel like bakugou can pull it off

twicedeku

neurotic

they love their friends so much though

oblivious as hell

like a genius in observation and knowing stuff, but a dumbass at applying that knowledge

would make a good information broker if they could learn to shut the hell up

are they basically deadpool? kinda.

short green hair, cut close to their head

long face, covered in scars, tallish, looks like an adult

pouts and cries easily

smartass

talks to himself x2 god help us

overpowered with his quirk. god help us

laughs at his own jokes

always hungry

winks at the fourth wall

has many stims and hobbies, hands are litterally never not doing something. he’s the kind of person you’ll glance away from, turn back, and find juggling.

we’re talking cat’s craddle, rubix cubes, instruments, puzzles, tearing up candy wrappers, painting his nails, braiding friendship bracelets. he is never still

directionless. lacks motivation

internalizes criticism really easily, to the point that he gets depressed and struggles to act

indecisive to a clinical degree

probably has and anxiety disorder but refuses to acknowledge it

is pretty fucking baby. protect him

spindeku

lol what a nerd

fanboy x2

cries easily. izuku’s habit of crying does not decrease

ultimate ride or die

still a lizard, mohawk is green instead of pink

mixed feelings on stain

searching for the ultimate person to stan. all might stays in their heart, but they want to be edgier

absolutely uses a sword. not the dumb one that spinner uses but it is still a buster sword that’s too large for them. they’re strong enough to swing it around like nothing, i’m picturing cloud from final fantasy’s sword. again they’re really nerdy

disillusioned with society and heroes. both are marked by discrimination and have recognized the failure of heroes and government. aren’t as bitter but determined to do something

sassy but not quite sarcastic

gives really good advice. the friend you go to to have an emotional breakdown

considering pursuing psychology more for this reason. realizes he can use the skill to help a lot of people

isn’t willing to give up fighting or using his sword though. he has an aesthetic

would get along fantastically with tokoyami

also the friend that feeds you. can’t cook very well but always has something on him to give you when he notices you haven’t eaten in a long time.

loves bubble tea

social anxiety, if it weren’t for the fact that he already had friends and a mission, he probably wouldn’t leave the house

surprisingly close to shigaraki, enough of a gamer to play with him, and even gets away with calling him out

(i’m debating how comfortable i am with fusing kids with adults. it seems weird to me, especially the bigger the age difference)

(masterlist)

[static-fanatic-1]

Any chance of meruem smut ? I’m blaming your yandere hcs I’m simping for him hard ;-; please ?

Warning: (18+) Non-con, Oral, Rough Sex, Teratophilia.

Meruem held a book in his hands, his back propped up against the throne he stole and his arm on the armrest. The book he held had a grey cover, dark and light yet not eligible from this far away.

You sat down on the floor, still trying to figure out how to play a complicated board game Pitou was letting you win at. To say you weren't the best was an understatement. You bit your lip and thought deeply about your next move, should you place an archer on your towers or a general on the 4-4-1 square? You didn't know, either way Pitou would be able to take out your troops but would let you win anyway.

So you simply placed down the archer after a long time thinking, Pitou immediately placing down another archer in a bad spot. You could tell she knew how to play the game, and you knew she could wipe your ass on the floor if she wanted to, but she wouldn't. She didn't want you to loose even if you wanted to. So now you played to loose as well, trying to see who can loose the worst.

Neferpitou glanced up at you through her curly white hair, her scarlet eyes twinkling at the slight smirk on your lips. Her cat like lips curled upwards at your expression. "Nyow I understand." Her large clawed hand placed a tower on the board.

You have her a questioning look, turning your eyes to the board you almost choked on the outcome. She placed a single token and now she won. Yet in your head she lost, I guess she's even better at loosing than you.

"I thought I had you that time." You commented, letting the rest of your tokens fall to the board. "Yet you beat me at loosing."

It was almost funny how her smile widened. The both of you knew the game you were playing, yet she always came on top. You sighed and stretched your arms behind you. "I think I'm done for today, Pitou."

"Nya, that's fine." They knew you liked it when they talked casually with you, none of the bowing or titles for you. Still they would do some of it, Pouf more so than the others.

Her large, clawed hands began to put up the board, you would've helped but you knew she wouldn't let you. She quickly finished and walked off to put it wherever they stored the boards.

You leaned back on the pillow you sat on, hands behind your back keeping you up. A shiver ran down your spine and forced you to freeze, he must be watching you. You shifted you gaze to the monster on the throne, his full attention on you.

Meruem closed his book and placed it on the armrest with a small smirk on his face. You shivered again at the look on his face, it couldn't be good. Swallowing the growing clump of spit in your throat, you fought back the urge to get up and run. "Wh-What?"

He hummed and stood from the golden throne, his tail thrashing excitedly. That only meant one of a few things... and you didn't like either. "Come with me."

The green Chimera Ant crossed his arms and wondered past you. The suffocating feeling surrounding him started to dissipate, but you knew better than to keep him waiting.

You sat up and begrudgingly followed him through the long, marble corridors. His back was turned to you and with the windows wide open it framed his form in a warm glow. It was almost otherworldly to see this angle on him, like a gorgeous oil painting in the making.

Meruem turned to face you, his hand taking your own and pulling you into the master bedroom once used by the countries supreme ruler. Now it was used for the world's conquer. His lean frame pulled you in and lifted you in his arms bridal style. The glow on his smooth yet stern features making him all the more beautiful.

But you could only admire him so much before facing the reality of the situation, you were his prisoner and he was your captor.

The Chimera Ant wondered over to the bed and placed on it's plush, silky covers. He snaked his way above you, the dangerous smirk now turned into a sadistic smile. "I've been waiting for a moment like this. You and me tangled between the sheets and the mattress." His hand moved from beside your head to your cheek, gently caressing the flesh. "It has been a while hasn't it?" The creature purred next to your ear.

"Get off of me, Meruem." Your hands found their way past his vest and onto his chest, pushing as much as possible. He humored you a bit and made it seem as if you were strong enough, actually gaining some distance between the two of you.

There was hope, you thought, maybe you could actually push him away this time? Again you pushed his chest in hopes you could last another minute, but the flame was snuffed out as quickly as it was ignited.

His arm snaked around your waist and the other was placed harshly on your thigh. His lips buried themselves in your neck and immediately he started his onslaught. Taking small nibbles on your sensitive flesh until you involuntarily moaned. You could feel his lips against your neck curl in satisfaction.

He bit down on the spot, quickly replacing the painful action with licking and sucking the area. Your small yelp turned into suppressed moans.

A leg found its way between yours, rubbing on your lower half for some much needed attention. You began to melt within his grasp, your hips shifting to get more friction.

Meruem pulled his head back and assaulted your pink lips by biting down on your lower lip. "You're so needy, you try and push me away but you love how I touch you." You gasped at his actions, him being more forward than you remember him ever being. He took the opportunity to slide his slick muscle in, tangling his tongue with yours in a forbidden dance.

You bit his tongue as hard as you could manage, earning the king to pull back with a small hiss. "Shut up, I don't care about you." You spat back, but you both knew it was a slight lie. You love how he touched you, your body being touch deprived by being stuck in his palace for so long. But him, you hated him.

His large hand roughly grabbed you jaw while his barbed tail poked threateningly at you side. "I'm in a good mood, (y/n), don't ruin it." The spikes of his navy blue aura was enough to shape you up again. The suffocating feeling you presented on your face a beautiful sight for Meruem.

You bit back insults and threats, knowing you will only make it worse. He almost killed you once before because he was in a bad mood.

With a devilish smirk painted on his face, Meruem resumed his exploration of your body, his face burying itself within the flesh between your breasts. He hummed, the long slick muscle from his mouth licking a long strip up to your jaw line.

His four fingered hands traced upwards to your chest, grabbing the mounds and kneeding them. His forefingers and thumbs taking hold of your nipple and twisting it within his grasp.

You mewled, almost painfully, as he continued. Your back arched when he decided to pinch them a little too hard. The rutting of his leg keeping you writhing under his touch.

Meruem smirked at your face, the blood rushing to your cheeks. "I love that look...." His tone was laced in lust. The smooth voice pitched from his growing obsession.

Deciding this was enough foreplay, the Chimera Ant used his thick, needled tail to rip off the thin dress you wore. You tried to cover up your body, as if he wasn't touching you already, but he didn't want that. Instead his left hand grabbed your wrists and pinned them above your head, the other hand ripping off your bra and grabbing your now bare breast.

You mewled again, this time from the skin to skin contact. It felt so nice, two warm bodies sharing their warmth. You hated the feeling.

Meruem used his tail to replace his leg, now prodding your sensitive nub through your underwear. Quickly he found that lack luster so he tore off your underwear and used his right hand to please you.

You loudly moaned, your head being thrown back from the friction. He chuckled at your actions in a sadistic way. He obviously took pleasure in seeing you writhe from his touch.

His tail thrashed excitedly behind him while one of his fingers pushed itself inside your soaked cunt. He groaned at the feeling of your walls sucking him in, the idea of you being pleased by him exciting him even more.

You could hear the chitin plates over his crotch begin to shift and snap out of place. The large muscle coated in a aphrodisiac like slime presenting itself in all its glory. His erection was large and inhumane. Ridges following his tip down to his base while small bead like indents were on the top side.

Still he kept thrusting his thick finger into you, the appendage curling and moving inside. You let out a long, drawn out moan as he curled his finger on a sensitive area. The king smirked at your noises, his body shivering as he soaking in them. "Keep making those noises... god I love them."

Your body began to shake from the stimulation. You could feel your climax creeping closer as he kept up his thrusts. Before you could taste the sweet release he pulled his finger out, lapping up the juices coated on his appendage. "I love the way you taste, (y/n)."

Your breath caught itself within your throat, he never uses your name... not unless he is serious about something. Not unless he was going to do something bad.

Meruem roughly places his hands on your hips, his body dipping lower until his face was flush with your dripping entrance. His tongue licked a long, slow stripe up to your abused nub. Once more he shivered at the taste.

The sweet nectar causing him to roll his eyes back in ecstasy, like he was already on the verge of climaxing. The licking sped up, the grip of your hips becoming a painful reminder on how powerless you were.

Tears began to form in the corners of your eyes at the thought. You would never truly escape this hell he put you through would you? No matter how hard you tried to push him a way he won't let you go, they won't let you go.

Your moans started to get sloppy, his licking and nibbling getting faster and faster. Your writhing being kept in place by his bruising grip. You shot your head back when you finally had enough, the pleasure too overwhelming for you to try and hold it back. Liquid ecstasy rushed through your body like lightning, the greedy Chimera Ant lapping at all you can give. The disgustingly satisfying slurps almost killing you to sleep.

Despite his sadistic nature he never really denied you an orgasm, always wanting you to get your fair share of lust.

Meruem gave off a lustful yet contempt hum and leaned back to meet your gaze. His breath tickled your lips as a ghost's kiss would, the romantic gesture bringing a new found feat into your soul. The King's grin stretched unnaturally across his face, his eyes small slivered filled with a dark desire.

His large hands lifted your hips up, his pelvis alleging dangerously with your own. Through beyond tired out, you glanced down at the twitching, slick muscle prodding your entrance.

You meekly places your now free hands upon his toned chest. "Me-Meruem, don't." You pleaded.

Either he ignored you or he was becoming too primal to hear you. He sank his teeth deeply into the side of your neck, a low growl emitting from his throat. Without a warning he sheathed his entire length deep within your soaking cunt.

You gasped at both the pain shooting through your neck and your lower half. He didn't care about how you felt now, his moans twisting into feral growls as his rough pace continued without remorse.

The slime coating his member began to take effect, the pain from his thickness now turning into deep pleasure. His inhuman thrusts shot pleasure each time his rigid under-length scraped against your inner walls. The top sided beads rubbed against your clit every time he pulled out and pushed back in. His head pushing and slamming against you crevix bringing waves of painful lust through your spine.

His feverish thrusts brought stars into your vision. Each time he pushed all the way into you you swore he'd knock you into another life. The sickeningly pleasurable sound of your skin slapping against his filled the room, incoherent moans and feral growls acting as background noise to your immeasurable pleasure.

Meruem's hands slid from your hips and snaked around your waist. He hoisted you up to get a better angle, now pounding you in a seating position. Your breasts bounced at each thrust, your breathing echoing your feverish heat.

The King's pace quickened and his thrusts began to be sloppy. Your moans edged him on, closer and closer as his teeth sank into your neck once more. His tongue lapped up the quickly bruising area, blood soaking his tongue.

"Ke-Keep going!" You pleaded, his aphrodisiac covered cock pulling you into his embrace. His embrace of pleasure. "I-I'm gonna-!"

You whipped your head back and let out a loud moan, your walls clenching harshly against his still grinding member.

Meruem growled into your neck, his cock grinding almost painfully against your tightening walls. Liquid pleasure leaked down your thighs, merging with the slime like liquid from his body. The slaps became louder from the sloppy mess you two made.

With one final thrust he pushed in as hard as he could, his large member pushing past your crevix and into your womb. Thick strings of cum coated your inner walls, sticking into your womb as it filled it perfectly.

The warmth between your legs began to slowly drip past his length despite him burying himself into you fully.

Meruem heaved and put you against the bed, his heavy chest pushing you flush against his own. His grin loosened into a pleased expression, his deep purple eyes staring into your soul in almost an intimate way.

There was little room for words, you being pushed farther than you were currently conditioned to. The pleasure of being pulled into a drugged like state started to fade away as he pulled out. The last remaining wave of his cum leaking onto the bed sheets.

"You did so well, as always." Meureum commented, his hands tracing up and down your body in a massaging way. "I love you... so so much."

He pulled your limp body close to his, pulling you with him as he leaned against the pillows. You would have fought back if you weren't so tired, maybe snapped at him with a snarky remark, yet your voice was broken from crying out so much. Instead you did your best to relax under his affectionate touch, letting your mind fade into a dream like state.

"I promise to take care of you, all of us have. Sooner or later, you won't fight back."

[aizawaskittenwhore]

𝕙𝕠𝕨 𝕥𝕙𝕖𝕪 𝕙𝕖𝕝𝕡 𝕪𝕠𝕦 𝕠𝕟 𝕨𝕒𝕤𝕙 𝕕𝕒𝕪

≛ ft shota aizawa, ejiiro kirishima, katsuki bakugo and izuku midoriya with a black!reader.

≛genre: fluff

≛warnings: light swearing, izuku and kiri being adorable supportive boyfriends

≛a/n: honestly i’m procrastinating on chapter three, so have some soft wash day hcs with our 1-a bbys and our fav sleep deprived teacher🥺

aizawa:

having long hair himself, he’s well prepared and has virtually anything you might need

but he understands that your hair textures are so different

so he does his homework on black hair and how to take care of it

we love a s/o who educates THEMSELVES

and when wash day comes around, this man is more than ready to help

need a denman brush? he’s got it. curl smoothie? duh. growth oil? hair masks? heat protectant? rat tail combs? of course. diffuser? baby have you SEEN his hair, mans owns too many blow dryer accessories it’s almost embarrassing.

he’s patient during the detangling process, letting you take the lead

he knows how bothersome it can be to have people try to help when you’ve got a set way of doing things

so he lets you do what you have the energy to, and he does the rest

he’s so gentle, and kisses your forehead as an apology when he hits a particularly painful snag

he’s quick too, making short work of the process and decreasing it by a solid 20 minutes, which if you know the pain of wash day, it means a LOT.

he’s not a super romantic person, but he does his best to make washing your hair a relaxing experience

he’ll lower the lights, and run you a hot bath, coaxing you between his legs, sitting on the edge of the tub while he massages the shampoo into your hair slowly

his nails are blunt for obvious reasons, but he makes an effort to scratch as much as possible, and his heart flutters just a bit with how at peace you look

he focuses on the roots as that’s the only place that needs such attention and rinses with cold water to seal up your cuticles

he’d help you towel off and will sacrifice one of his comfier long sleeve shirts to help you dry your hair, since you mentioned towels add frizz and remove moisture.

he’s so good with the LOC method, applying just enough oil to seal, but not weigh your curls down too much.

always delicate with your ends

he lets you work the parts you can reach, and for places like the back of your head, he takes over, working the leave in conditioner in with ease

shota can two strand twist tf out some damn hair no i don’t take criticism

he’s also obsessed with the way your hair shrinks, though he’d never admit it

so much length compressed into gorgeous coils, he wonders how the hell does hair just...defy gravity🧍🏾‍♀️

all in all, wash days are the highlight of his day, plus it gives him an excuse to whip out the matching bonnets he gets for y’all every time he goes on a beauty supply run

katsuki:

surprisingly enough, he’s another patient one

but this is both in part to him having done his research due to his thick hair, and he’s had black girlfriends in the past

so wash day ain’t nothin new to him, when you come to him the next morning dreading what the day had in store, he’d already whipped out the box holding your shared hair supplies, towel and brush at the ready.

he can be a little overzealous when it comes to brushing out your curls, having grown up on the “you just tenderheaded” bullshit

but he makes sure to never actually hurt you, or tug too hard

he’s also a firm believer in finger detangling, opting to use the brush for your ends, and going over the section with his fingers to get out any lingering kinks

will trim what needs to be trimmed, to him length is not worth retaining if it’s split half to death💀

once detangling’s done, he’ll breeze through the shampoo section

which brings us to his favorite part: deep conditioning

he’s partial to Uncle Funky’s Daughter’s products, combining their Heal & Renew deep conditioner with the Midnite Train leave in to get you allllll the way together.

this, plus a hot oil treatment will have you ready to marry this mf on the spot🧎🏾‍♀️

he knows your hair is a huge source of pride for you, so he does his part to help keep it voluminous and defined whenever he can

does give unsolicited advice (criticism)

but knows when to pull back, knowing that nobody knows what’s best like you do

still won’t keep him from getting pissed at you for not having had a trim in 4 months tho 🤷🏾‍♀️

his strength is cornrows, he keeps a perfect grip that isn’t so tight it’ll snatch your damn edges out but tight enough to last you a while

you always find a way to con him into braiding your hair down before you do an install. how? he don’t know

he loves you, that’s how.

wash days with katsuki are so frustrating, but the both of you wouldn’t give them up even if the world depended on it.

kirishima:

i can’t think of a more supportive (yet clueless) bf

but that doesn’t mean he’s not ready to learn!

it starts when he asked you if you wanted to go out saturday, and you said you couldn’t cause you had to wash your hair

he was like ?????

let’s just go after????

and so you had to break it down to him that your hair requires a lot of attention and care that you NEED a whole day to tend to it, not just wash

he nods, face lighting up as he proposes that he just come over and help

you’re a little hesitant, as you don’t just let anybody play around in ya hair like that

but he says he’s really intrigued and he wants to learn, so you agree

he mostly just watches, not wanting to mess up your flow, but participates on some of the easier parts, like working the curling cream into your locks

he’s also really good with massaging your head while you wash, his fingers nearly putting you to sleep

his sectioning needs a little work, but it’s nothing practice can’t fix

although you really gotta catch him up on what certain things actually mean

mf nearly had a heart attack when you said the words “hot oil treatment” and spazzed thinking you was about to put ya head in some damn chicken grease🕳🤸🏾‍♀️

over time though, he gets better at things like flexi rods, and even learns to do how to do crochets (my heart just MELTED)

he even takes some pointers and gets better at taking better care of his own hair. between hero work, hittin the gym, hanging with you and having “bro time” his hair is the last thing on his mind

plus it’s dyed, so he should be taking better care of it anyway🙄

wash days with kiri are so fun tho, and you’ve even made a habit of spiderman kissing whenever you’re upside down and scrunching your curls🥺🤎

izuku:

asks!!! so!!! many!!! questions!!!

honestly is just happy to be there

wants to know what everything is, what it does, if you like it, etc.

also takes notes on what you do and how you do it so he’ll remember for the future 🥺

he’s so nervous when you ask him if he wants to help

he doesn’t wanna mess it up, your hair’s so pretty 🥺🥺

he has curly hair too, but it’s much easier to manage, so he’s wayyy outta his depth

you help him through each step though, and with some time he gets more and more comfortable

shampoo is his favorite part cause he gets to try and make your hair do different shapes (the number one hero is secretly a big ass baby...who knew)

he’s another one that’s amazed by the way your hair can shrink

he knows your hair’s pretty long, you got a blowout one time and you swear he had a mini stroke for a good five mins with the way he just....froze

he fell even more in love with your hair that day

so to see it so short just wows him

if you’ve got really short 4c type hair, he wants you to go green with him so y’all can match🧚🏾

gets really good at protective styles (especially box braids)

cause at heart he’s a hero and wants to protect everything he loves from harm

yes, that includes protecting your curls from split ends and keeping em fresh.

thanks so much for reading! let me know if you guys want more of these, and feel free to throw me a like or a reblog if you enjoyed! mwah!

[jojo-hut-jrs]

hey sorry for jumping on this headcannons thing twice, feel free to ignore this if i'm being annoying, maybe Devo and Alessi for 3, 15, and 30? I MUST KNOW OTHER PEOPLES ALESSI HAIR HEADCANNONS

I’m not sure if you meant 13 (hair) or 15 (hands) so I’ll just do both

Devo the cursed

3. Hopes headcanon: he is not an ambitious person with good long term goals. His primary objective is to have fun and be successful in the present, so he doesn’t plan too far ahead in terms of what he’s going to do next. If you ask him what he eventually hopes to achieve, his answer is typically something like “a lot of money” or “a lot of power”.

13 . Hair headcanons: nappy and unkempt. It’s so long and he’s so so bad at taking care of it. At first you might think it’s textured or styled specifically but really it’s just matted in some parts. Surprisingly not as greasy as you might think, but it’s dry and the ends are dead and frayed.

15. Hands headcanons: big and shapely, nicely curved fingers and rough callous palms. Nails are on the thicker side and he tends to bite them down a lot, frequently has hangnails or minor nail infections. Peeling skin around the roots of his nails, lots of scars and burn marks around the back of his hands.

30. Sex headcanon: intrapersonal, aloof, and obsessive. Doesn’t care what his sex partner thinks because he has it in his mind what he wants them to think. Plays these little scenarios in his mind that aren’t real/didn’t happen. Mouth stays attached to his partner in some way the entire time, doesn’t see or hear from them again afterwards, says he has a lot of bitches but really it was just a drunken quickie in a bathroom and she was more or less over it before he even pulled it out.

Alessi

3. Hopes headcanons: he wants power and recognition, and lots of it. He’s physically and mentally weak and has fantasies of holding power over other, weaker people. Most of what drives him is the desire to be (seen) stronger and more resilient than he can. He also really really wants people to not only fear and respect him, but like him as well, it’s a weird combination he doesn’t know how to fit together considering his habit of bullying but what do you know.

13. Hair headcanons: very voluminous and curly, part of why he keeps it up all the time is that it’s impossible to keep it down. Doesn’t have a solid hair care routine, it’s mostly just whatever. His hair is healthy enough but he doesn’t keep up with trimming the dead ends. He tends to experiment with different styles to see which will garner the best reaction from people, he’s really hoping the two side pony tail thing makes him look cool and unique.

15. Hands headcanon: blocky and large, fingers are kinda stubby looking but they actually fill out the rest of the hand. Actually uses a file to keep his nails cut clean and presentable. Some of his fingers are crooked cause they were broken in the past, tends to pop his knuckles all the time out of habit.

30. Sex headcanon: virgin, both deliberately and purposefully. Sometimes he tries and fails, other times he avoids people all together and cuts ties out of nowhere. Has it in his mind what he’s going to do for his first time but he won’t shape up when it actually happens. Not a two pump chump, but doesn’t know the intricacies or the flow, it’s inexperience plain and simple. Probably a boob guy but says he’s an ass guy cause that’s what’s popular right now.

[13uswntimagines]

Pretty Girl (Christen x Reader)

Request: Christen and reader go to the zoo and reader either works with animals or is just a huge nerd and literally obsess over the animals and christen kinda just falls for her even more

Author’s Note: Special thanks to @literaryhedgehog​! 

You were in your element and Christen was living for it. While she had always been adept at soccer, Animals and Biology were your specialties. You looked so cute in your little safari outfit, and Christen couldn’t help but drop by when she was in town to surprise you, and take one of your legendary tours. Tobin, who had been unlucky enough to be sharing a car with the woman, followed along behind her, not sure how she felt about being dragged along on this excursion. 

“Now if you come over here you can meet Darth Vader!” You said excitedly, pointing to one of the clear cages on the wall, taking a step towards it. 

“He’s a black rat snake, and look at him use the force of his muscles to climb up his exhibit wall. Gravity-defying right? Now do any of you kids know anything about snakes?” You addressed the group of kindergarteners assembled in front of you, listening attentively as some of them piped up about snakes they had seen (and you wholeheartedly ignored the burning gaze of the only two soccer players in the group). 

Most of them got closer to the glass to look at your favorite reptile, but there were always a few who took went to hide behind their moms, who had a tendency to call your snakes either “scary” or “gross.

“The pretty girl on the right is a Ball Python named Snickers,” You smiled, stepping towards the glass. “She’s almost 20 years old, which is the upper end of the lifespan of her species. Though ball python populations are growing rapidly in areas of Florida, they’re actually indigenous to west and central Africa. They’re what we call invasive species- species that invade the habitat and can eat other species that are natural to areas of the Everglades,” You shook your head sadly. “That’s why it’s very important to never release a pet into the wild. It can decrease the quality of their lives but also really hurt native species that are already there” Stupid people releasing pets they should have never had, destroying the environment. 

“Did your girlfriend just call a reptile a pretty girl? Isn’t that her nickname for you?” Tobin joked, nudging Christen’s ribs with her elbow. Christen felt her cheeks turn a little pink. 

“No, I’m superstar,” Christen mumbled, glaring at the chill middy. 

“Hmm, it’s cute how into them she is though,” Tobin smiled. It was amazing how much you lit up around the animals, even if it was a little weird when you called slithery things pretty. You were kinda like Steve Erwin she guessed. 

“You don’t get a Ph. D. if you’re not interested,” Christen laughed, and Tobin nodded. No one wrote a 50-page dissertations on things that bored them. 

“Can you take the guinea pigs out today?” The little girl with pink pigtails looked so hopeful, you almost felt bad that you had to say no. Except that you hated the guinea pigs.

“Sorry I wish I could, but this is the guinea pigs’ day off today.” You saw your coworker Jenni come in and waved her over. “Also my shift just ended. But Jenni here can tell you about anything else in the exhibit you’re curious about!” 

You disentangled yourself from the crowd of youngsters and made your way over to your girlfriend, standing on tiptoe to give her a quick peck on the cheek. “Hey superstar.” 

“Hey, do I finally get your undivided attention?” Christen asked, pulling you into her arms and kissing your lips. You smiled, showing off your dimples as you nodded quickly. 

“Good luck with that around all these… what did you call them? Pretty girls?” Tobin said, facetiously, smirking as she leaned against the wall. She jumped, as a thump sounded behind her. The animal house didn’t have any solid walls, and instead featured glass enclosure. 

“Oh shit, that’s just Milo, he’s kind of an attention whore,” You laughed, pointing to the 36 inch blue racer that had just fallen from his branch to the bottom of the enclosure. 

“He’s gorgeous,” Christen marbled at the bright blue snake, 

“Don’t let him hear you say that. He’ll get a big head,” You smirked at your girlfriend, unable to maintain the serious expression. 

“He’s a snake. They don’t have feelings,” Tobin scoffed, watching as Milo flicked his tongue at her. 

“You just say that because you haven’t met him yet. I have held many a snake and let me tell you, Milo is positively clingy!” 

“Yeah, no thanks,” Tobin started to say, but then Christen piped up. “That’s a great idea! We would love to meet Milo in person, Y/N!” She continued smiling as Tobin elbowed her in the side, and you caught the wicked glint in her eyes. 

“You know, it just so happens that he’s on the schedule for interaction today!” You smiled giddily at your girlfriend, dancing in place for a second before flipping through your keys for Milo’s enclosure. 

“Hey pretty boy, wanna say hi? I got some nice people that really wanna meet you and pet your beautiful scales,” You said, stroking his neck a few times to get his attention. The snake slowly began moving forward, encouraged by your warm, steady hands and you carefully picked him up and set him on your shoulders to support his spine. 

“I thought your girlfriend was a Gryffindor. Aren’t Slytherins the ones who can talk to snakes?” Tobin whispered, using your girlfriend as a shield from the snake. 

“That’s a common misconception. It’s heirs of Slytherin who can talk to snakes, but who's to say that all of Slytherin’s descendants would choose to be there?” You smiled sideways at the woman, not quite taking your attention from the blue noodle wrapping around your wrist. 

“If you come closer you can see his scales shimmer in the light. He just shed last week, so they’re really pretty right now.” 

Christen took a slow step towards you, looking more at your loving gaze than at Milo. It was incredible how calm he was with you, and the care you clearly had for him. 

“Gorgeous,” She said, her fingers coming up to just barely fun her fingers over the cold reptile. He brought his head up to stare in her direction. She froze. 

“It’s alright Chris. He’s just checking you out,” You hummed, lifting the snake slightly and bringing him within reach of your girlfriend if he wanted to go to her. “Can you blame him? They don’t call them foxii for nothing,”

“You say that like he isn’t contemplating how long he would have to starve himself to eat you both,”

“Sounds like you’ve been reading too many clickbait articles. Actually blue racers are foragers, not active hunters,” You raised your eyebrows at the clearly terrified midfielder, feeling comfortable enough with Christen watching Milo to take your eyes off of him. “But I’ll put him back if he makes you feel uncomfortable.”

You brought Milo back to the door of his enclosure, waiting for him to decide he wanted to head back in and being careful to unwind him from your nametag (he always liked to play in your lanyard), he flicked his tongue at you and you took it as a thanks for patently untangling his tail. You locked up the door before standing up straight. 

 You took your girlfriend’s hand and began to lead her from the room. “Come on, lets go to the insectary, I know the gal who works there will let us hold Dot if we ask nicely.”

“Who’s Dot?”

“A super adorable curly-haired tarantula,” you said, grinning, intentionally not looking behind you to see the source of the gagging noise. 

“Why can’t you think normal things are cute like giraffes or elephants or like literally anything else,” Tobin huffed, crossing her arms. She should have listened to Sonnet when she warned her about visiting you at the zoo. At least you hadn’t tried to introduce her to Spike the giant snapping turtle. 

“You’re mean,” you said, turning to stick your tongue out at Tobin over your shoulder. 

“Well I think you’re cute, so I think that makes up for it,” Christen smirked. Sure, you liked the less conventional animals, but seeing you with them made her fall for you just a little bit more.

“I love you,” You melted, leaning in and kissing your girlfriend softly.

“Love you too babe. Now let’s go get me introduced to Dot,”

[theyreonlynoodlesmike]

Omg your requests are open! I don't nwwk fi you have alot of requests in yiurnask box but if you dotn and are feeling up to it could you write a poly lost boys scenario where Paul comes across a mermaid, thinks he's high as a kite, brings her to the cave thinking he's just tripping until the boys are shocked that their brother has a mermaid in his arms. Where it goes I'll leave to you but I'm obsessed with your writing 😃🥡

High Tide (Poly!Lost Boys x Fem!Mermaid Reader)

Word Count: 1448

Warnings: slight kidnapping??

You really didn't know how you'd gotten into this situation. Everything had been a blur after the blonde, a boy who had introduced himself as Paul, practically swooped you up and kidnapped you.

You were a mermaid, so you were used to having to escape from humans, mainly sailors, but it was made painfully clear that this boy wasn't human when he'd picked you up off your rock and had lifted off into the sky.

After you'd finished screaming about having him put you down, you'd managed to get his name and he'd managed to get yours. He had said that he just wanted to show you to his "boys" and he'd promised,

"Don't worry, pretty hallucination mermaid lady. I'll bring you back to your rock as soon as they see you. Shit, your tail is so cool up close. I've never had visuals like this before-" And you decided that fighting with him was a lost cause. You could feel his grip on you, and you didn't doubt that he was strong. Plus, even if you could wriggle out, you really didn't want him to drop you. You didn't fancy the idea of hitting the water from how high you were, especially since the clouds were closer than the waves below.

So, instead you wrapped your arms around his neck and let your head fall onto his shoulder. It was easy to find out from his ramblings that he was a vampire, though you could've figured that one out yourself. But he proceeded to tell you about the rest of his coven, and you guessed that if he didn't think you were a hallucination he wouldn't be telling you some of the things pouring from his mouth.

While he was certainly chatty, you found yourself pulling back to look at his face. Sure, he was talking your ear off, but at least the view was nice. He had a sharp jaw, light stubble and a straight nose. Not to mention two crystal blue eyes that seemed to light up with the rest of his face. And, well, his smile wasn't bad either. But you were pulled from your thoughts when Paul suddenly ducked down, falling fast and heading straight for the cliffs edge. You screamed and shut your eyes, gripping onto his shoulder tightly as he dove haphazardly into what you realized was a cave. He circled for a moment before he dropped, and you only peeled your eyes open when Paul said,

"Guys, I know I'm totally tripping right now, but I swear to God there's a mermaid in my arms." He said, but he was met with silence. You looked around, wondering if perhaps it was his friends that he was hallucinating. But no. There were three other handsome vampires in the room.

One sat in a wheelchair, one sat on the ground with a pigeon in his hands, and the other was standing and holding a skateboard. You could already tell who was who as Paul had spent nearly the entire flight over telling you about them. The one with the curly hair was his bestfriend, Marko. You noticed his cherub face, and his big, doe eyes. They were boring into you, a look of confusion plastered onto his face. His jaw was sharp, and his face seemed almost, you were nearly embarrassed to think so, sculpted. He looked the most boyish, but you knew better than to underestimate a vampire. No matter how angelic they looked, they could be vicious. Your eyes went to the brunette next. This had to be Dwayne. You could tell from the color of his hair and also because Paul had pointedly explained that he never wore a shirt. His face was completely unreadable, but his eyes seemed surprised. They kept looking between you, Paul, and your tail, and you tried not to flush from the intensity of his dark browns. From just his face alone, he seemed to be one of the more obviously intimidating members of the coven, but you couldn't deny that he was handsome. Next, it had to be David. His mouth was partially open, his cigarette hanging from his gloved fingers. He looked as if he was going to say something, but had been rendered speechless. His face was soft, but was rugged from stubble. His hair was styled and bleached, and he wore three different pieces of leather. Whatever his face had in softness, he made up for it by dressing to intimidate. And his eyes. They were exactly the same shade of blue as the ocean. You avoided them and looked around, and realized that Paul was standing on some sort of ledge. There was another second of silence, and then the brunette dropped his skateboard.

It took a total of nearly fifteen minutes to explain to Paul that he was not tripping and that there was a mermaid in his arms. Paul seemed unwilling to believe them, and was quick to assume that they were trying to trick him. All the while they each tried to convince him, and wrap their own heads around the concept, you had been passed from boy to boy. It was a heat of the argument thing, with each of them passing you when they felt they needed their hands to talk, until you ended up in Dwayne's arms. He hadn't said so much as a word, and stared down at you as if he was waiting for you to disappear. When you meekly said,

"Uh, hello." The conversation had momentarily paused. You guessed they hadn't known if you'd be able to speak, but their argument resumed once more, with Dwayne being the only one to whisper back a small,

"Hi." In a deep rumbling voice that nearly just made you embarrassed from the sound of it. But, once he finally realized that yes, you were real and that yes, he had technically kidnapped you from the beach and that no, none of the boys knew what to do and no, none of them seemed particularly eager to let you just swim away, David simply asked,

"So, do you plan on staying in Santa Carla?"

And before you knew it they were filling up the fountain with ocean water so they could spend the rest of the night getting to know you better.

They asked plenty of the usual questions, and you asked a few of your own. Not nearly as many as they did, simply because Paul had already answered most of them. The night ended with Marko sitting on the floor and leaning against the fountain edge. His fingertips glided against the surface of the water, causing small ripples as he stared at you. Finally, he asked,

"Are mermaids always as pretty as you?" And you couldn't stop the flush from reaching your cheeks. You brushed your hair away from your face and waved him away, but he gave you a small grin and reached out to copy your action. His fingers lingered for a moment, before they retreated away. It didn't take long for Paul to ask,

"So, is this like a princess and the frog deal where, if I kiss you, I get a wish or something?" And you laughed at the question. You knew him well enough by now to know that he was just looking for any type of excuse to flirt with you. Same as the other blonde besides him. Paul sat on the fountain instead of on the floor, one of his feet pressed firmly on the ground and the other lifted to the fountain. After catching David's eye for a moment, you decided to flirt back.

"I don't know. I've never kissed anyone before so there's only one way to find out." You said with a small shrug, and you giggled when you watched as it barely took him a second to realize that you were inviting him to kiss you. But, as he leaned down, Dwayne took advantage of his lack of balance and pushed him into the now full fountain. He landed partially on top of you, but caught himself before he could crush you. Paul was quick to bounce back, flipping his now half-wet hair, pressing a peck to your cheek, and letting out a stream of curses as he leapt out of the fountain to grab the brunette. You laughed at their rough-housing, but your eyes caught David's once more. Again, his words echoed inside your head.

So, do you plan on staying in Santa Carla?

For now, you supposed that you did. You sent him a shy smile, and he was quick to return it with a grin of his own.

[optimistic-dinosaur-nacho]

Taken

Curtis Everett x Fem!Reader

Warnings: Violence, Language Summary: You’ve been living on the train for as long as you could remember along with your brother. The front section can really mess up you in the tail section.

A/N: Excuse the mistakes that appear in this fic, this fic is HELLA old so please bear with me, this is an old fic and so I didn’t know where my mind was going lol

You were just getting ready to head to sleep, seeing Curtis who people call their leader. Ignoring that he was there, you were slowly getting ready to climb up to your bed. "Hey, Nicholas." You heard Curtis speak to your little brother. You turn around and saw Curtis look up at you. "Y/N."

"Curtis." You say, helping Nicholas up on the bed. Curtis let out a small sigh, "Look Y/N, I'm sorry about Edgar-"

"Don't apologize. Edgar should be the one to apologize, I don't eat anyways so what's the point of arguing that he stolen food from me?" You shrugged, slowly began to get Nicholas in bed. "You starving yourself isn't gonna get us out of here," He says.

"It'll get me out of this damn train. I don't want to wake up everyday with all of us bruised and bloodied. My parents died to protect me. Now I'm doing the same for my brother. What's it been, Curtis? 17 fucking years on this goddamn crazy train." You said. You slowly climbed up and dragged the small old curtain to cover the bright light over your guys' bed.

.

"Y/N. Y/N, wake up." You opened your eyes slowly to see Nicholas shaking you. "They're calling us." You quickly sat up, hearing men yelling and Curtis pulled the curtain back. "Come on." He helps Nicholas down and then you jumped down. Everyone lined up where they were supposed to be. "This is pathetic..." You muttered, Curtis looks over to you. "Just do what the say, it's not hard," He says, keeping his eyes forward. You heard the guard talk, men holding guns behind him, even the doors behind were opening slowly but closing afterwards. "Row one." His clicks on the button in hand. The front row sits down. "Two." The next one does the same.

"Three."

"Four."

"Five," Your row sits down but you only stood up, Curtis noticed you didn't sit. "Y/N-"

"Ma'am, sit down." The guard calls, you just stood there. "Sit down!" The man behind him pulls his gun up. "Y/N, sit down!" Curtis says harshly, one of the guards behind begins to walk up with a baton. Curtis stood up, holding your arm. "I got her! I got her! She's just... tired. Not functioning right at this moment." Curtis puts his hand up to keep them from aiming their guns at her. "Well, get her functioning. Next time we won't hesitate." The guard snaps, Curtis finally pulls you down onto your knees.

"What the hell is wrong with you?" He asked, you just looked forward not bothering to look at him. Curtis slips his hand into yours and that finally made you glance at him. "Don't ever do that again." He asked. Edgar looked over at you two. "That wasn't the plan was it?" Edgar asked, Curtis shook his head.

.

It's been a few hours, you and your brother were exhausted, you never ate the bars that they made. It concerned Curtis, you weren't skinny but you weren't caught eating either. It was either you give your bars to Edgar, Nicholas, or Curtis. You were holding Nicholas on the bed you two shared, your hand brushing in his brown curly hair. "I'm scared," Nicholas says, you pulled him into your chest, "I know... I'll keep you safe." You heard people were called out for the worse part for your little brother. Every kid would be lined up and some will be chosen for something you couldn't know.

But they would never return, it scared the both of you. You were older than him, he was just 5 and you were 20 years older than him. You both slightly gasped when you saw Curtis who looked at you, "Come on-"

"No," You said, holding your brother close, "They'll take him." Curtis held out his hand, "You have to come. Or they'll hurt you both." For some reason you nodded, Curtis helped your brother down from your top bunk. Curtis gently held your waist as he helped you down. His hand placed on your back as he helped you guys gather around. Kids were put up ahead, you slowly hid Nicholas behind you. "Y/N-"

"Shut up." You grit your teeth, Curtis knew they could hurt you if you didn't give up your brother. But you loved him. You saw one of the men look up, seeing the unusual look on your face, keeping your eyes low. The lady with the yellow jacket walks up to you, seeing your hand drawn to your back. She lunged forward and grabbed your brother. You instantly shoved her away from him but she had a good grip on him, "No! Let him go!" You screamed, trying to grab your brother's hand, or rip her hands off his arm.

One of the others kid was taken and they tried to fight back and get their kid. You cried, pushing passed the people to grab your brother but Curtis came behind and held you. "No! Let go of me! Nicholas! Nicholas!" After they were done measuring him, she took him and the other kid through the doors. "Nicholas!" You screamed, a guard came up and slammed his gun stock into your head and you stumbled to the ground.

Your eyes slowly opened, hearing chatter and small cries. Your eyes went to the side to see people pass by. You slowly sat up but the pain immediately caused you to fall back. The curtain was drawn back and you saw Curtis. "Hey," He says, you slowly drew your eyes back to the ceiling.

He lifted the cloth off your forehead and sighs, "You should stay down for a bit. They hit you pretty hard-"

"I want Nicholas-"

"We can't do anything," He says, "Not now we can't."

You grit your teeth, "You let them do it. You let them take him."

"They would've killed both of us." He says, you shake your head, "When you die, you're free. We're all animals on this train that takes us nowhere. I don't care if I die." Curtis reached over to gently place on your shoulder. "I'm sorry... Tanya lost her son. We're all gonna find them and we'll return them back safely."

"It's over, Curtis. For me." You felt a tear slip down your cheek. "We can't get him back. I don't know what they'll do with him." You winced when you sat up. Curtis trying to help you lay down, "Y/N, you need to lay down-"

"No! I want Nicholas! Those bastards took him. He's everything to me!"

"You're everything to me to! I don't want you to die on this train."

"Everyone dies on this train. He's my brother! He's my Nicholas-" Curtis jumps up and pulls you into his chest, "I know. I know..." Softly, he said. You felt his fingers slowly brush your hair, your sobs muffled in his coat. You clamped his coat in your hands, crying into his chest. "I love him. Now I lost him and I can't get him back-"

"I promise you. I will get him back," Curtis kept you in his embrace, speaking softly to keep your sobs quiet and calm. You slowly calmed down, tears that were dragged down your cheeks. It could have filled a glass of water just on how much you cried. Your head pounding painfully bad, Curtis slowly pulls away, "You should rest." He began to move off but you stopped him. "No. Don't," Your bottom lip quivered, "Stay with me."

He slowly exhales and laid down next to you, you both faced each other, your arm draping over him to stay close to him as possible. He was warm, and to be honest you were freezing, the blankets you guys had were useless. You let out a shaky breath, "I love you, Curtis..." You felt his arm drape over your frame and pulled you in closer.

"I love you, too."

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[darkhymns-fic]

There's a sweetness to you

With a basket full of fresh strawberries, Colette takes a little detour outside of Iselia to make her sales until a strange dog leads her down a path to an out-of-the-way farmhouse - and to a gentle-eyed farmhand, whose smile lights something in her chest.

Fandom: Tales of Symphonia Characters/Pairing: Lloyd Irving/Colette Brunel Rating: G Mirror Link: AO3 Notes: Fic request for @frayed-symphony​ based on this art of colloyd in a farmer AU! Expect fluff.

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Colette found her bravery underneath the sinking sun, and all when she met Lloyd for the first time.

The farmhouse was a bit out of ways from her own, just a few miles over by the hillside, past the brush where some ranchers brought their cattle to graze during the hot summer months. It was so out of the way, that she wasn’t sure if it even had an address?

There’re no roads over here… And try as she might, she could see no signposts anywhere that indicated she was still going in the right direction. Only the landmarks of the small trickle of a river that curved by her left, and where the fields of wheat stalks rolled out before her by the hillside, like a shimmering sea of gold.

It had been quite an ordeal to get here…

Colette had stumbled numerous times on her journey, boots scraped in both mud and grass stains, her twin-plaited hair dangerously close to unraveling. Even her overalls had gotten a rip or two on its front, making her look as if she had just gotten into a fight with a bush and lost (which had basically happened.)

Every part of her showed the fatigue of her trek – everything except for what she held in her hands. Somehow, the basket full of strawberries looked as fresh and unharmed as when she had first picked them that morning. Which was good! Because no one would want to buy any bruised strawberries, that was for sure.

Though maybe going out of her way to this solitary farmhouse out in the country may not have been the smartest decision...

Colette would have given up then and there, her basket still feeling quite heavy in her grip, if it weren’t for the dog that walked into her path. A dog with great big ears, a fluffy tail, and an intelligent look in his black eyes.

Just like that, Colette’s strength was instantly regenerated. “D-doggy!” she blurted out, her mind going in circles as it tried to process this new, amazing information. “Wait… are you the doggy from the place I was trying to find…?”

It was almost like something from a fairy tale, the dog, nearly up to her chest in height, tilting his head at her question. He didn’t wait long, already trotting off down the dirt-trodden path ahead, looking back to her with eager whines. Colette’s strength was instantly refueled at the sight, so she followed after the animal quickly, suddenly going over the dips in the road with expert grace, all while dozens of strawberries bounced in her basket.

She then heard the passing of a river, full and brimming instead of a meek string of puddles, its clearness shining underneath the deepening twilight. Right next to the river was the very farmhouse she had been looking for – though it looked more like regular home that was three stories tall, complete with a balcony where ivy clung to its railing. It was a structure crafted from oak, with a stable attached to its side, a sign hanging from above it on creaking hinges.

On its face was the design of something familiar – and she looked to the green-furred dog then who had led her here, seeing his face on that very same sign.

By then she looked further, at the wooden posts that encircled the farm and its land. At the animals that ran across the grass, at the adorable way they barked and yipped, and soon Colette realized that the sounds she had thought she heard in the breeze had not been wishful thinking then.

There are so many dogs! she thought in complete awe, eyes opened wide. Dogs of all shapes and sizes! From short and stout corgis to furry huskies to gentle bloodhounds, and even to mixed breeds with all their wonderful features. Was this… a doggy farm?!

And in the midst of all that, she saw a boy – a red handkerchief tied around his neck, his forehead beaded with sweat from the heat. He wore black suspenders, along with thick work boots and gloves as he held up one tiny, black-furred dog over his head, while others milled around his legs. There was a smile on his face as he held up the animal. “Feeling better today, Noishe junior?”

Her first thought, after her own wonder at the farm and the animals they cared for, was at this boy, and how cute he seemed just then.

The dog who had led her there just then jumped over the fence posts, whining to catch the boy’s attention, along with a dozen of other dogs. Numerous furry heads turned, and Colette nearly melted at the sight of adorable furry snouts and wide black eyes, with both floppy and pointed ears to match. I wonder if I can pet them…

“Oh! Are you the strawberry girl?” Lloyd asked, plopping down the dog back on the ground to join the others. There was a mass of snuffles and yips, but he didn’t react to it. He must be so used to it , Colette thought. He’s so lucky!

“Um, yes! You’ve heard of me?” Colette’s exhaustion caught up with her again, and had just enough energy to place the strawberry basket on top of the fence post.

“Yeah, of course! My dad always says the strawberries from Iselia are really amazing!” He wiped his forehead with the back of his hand as he walked up to the fence, carefully moving around shuffling doggies, some following his every step, while others got bored and ran off to chase any wandering butterflies. Colette noted that the first few buttons of his shirt were loose, but even that wasn’t enough to stop the heat apparently. “And that they usually delivered strawberries to places too. But I can’t believe you really came out all this way! You didn’t get lost?”

Colette stood up proudly. “Nope!” she lied right through her teeth, then felt guilty at such a blatant lie. She sighed. “Actually… I did… But I was led here by your dog so I wouldn’t lose my way.” She smiled at the green-furred animal, seeing him go to that stable and curl up in the middle of it. He looked so big, big enough to carry a person!

“Oh, Noishe helped you!” The boy grinned, sunlight turning his hair several shades of bronze. It was the twilight, the way it heightened colors, burnished them in different angles. “He’s always wandering around here, but I never expected him to lead a girl to our farm… Oh, my name’s Lloyd by the way! I didn’t mean to give you my dog’s name over mine…”

Colette giggled, her chest feeling a strange sense of lightness. “That’s okay. I’m Colette! It’s nice to meet you. I can’t believe I never knew about this doggy farm…”

The boy named Lloyd placed his hands on his hips, looking particularly proud. “It’s new! This used to be just a regular place but after finding some strays around the woods, I decided to make this a farm for stray dogs everywhere! I take care of them and people come by to adopt one if they want to!” Noishe, still in his stable, then began to whine a little. “Although I think it makes Noishe kinda jealous now.”

Colette would have stood there and hear all sorts of doggy stories all day if she could. But she figured by the large gathering of dogs that ran around the great yard, some chasing each other (or their tails) while others napped in the waning sunlight, that not many people came by. Maybe if they had a sign for it somewhere…

She couldn’t help her gaze going to them, watching the way one small puppy tried to dig a hole in the ground with such a fervent zeal, as if they would find the treasure they would seek if they just dug even faster! Lloyd followed her eyes to the same dog. “Hey, careful there, Noishe the third! You’ll hurt your little paws!”

Colette blinked at the name, so familiar. “Noishe?” she asked aloud, and Lloyd suddenly looked nervous.

“Er, it’s a working name! I’m… not good at giving names, really. Not to dogs anyway.” He scratched at his cheek, facing her again, the sunlight now streaming against his face in bright strokes. “And every dog is like Noishe, so, it made sense!”

Colette couldn’t help but smile even more at his explanation, his voice so earnest and warm. She turned to look at that particular dog so obsessed with digging. At their curly, fluffy tail, their wheat-colored fur, and a face that always looked like it was smiling, no matter what it did. “Hm, but how about… Pookie? She looks like a Pookie to me.”

Lloyd paused, staring at her. “Huh, that’s not a bad name… Wait, how did you know she was a girl?” He looked back at the dog, who had dug just enough and was now laying on her back to soak up the rest of the sun before it dipped beneath the hills. “I always get confused with that stuff…”

Colette giggled again, still fiddling with the basket handle as she looked around the farm and the various dogs. “That big one over there looks like a Teddy. And the little corgi by the door feels like a Caramel. His tail is so cute! And the dalmation definitely feels like a Kitty!”

“Kitty? On a dog?” Lloyd questioned, but soon she saw the same realization in his eyes as he looked over at the same dog, who was busy gnawing at a stick. “Now that you mention it… that does fit! Heh, you’re like the ultimate dog namer, Colette!”

She instantly flushed at the comment. The sensation was similar to standing out in the sun too long, or walking up hills too high up, which she had done today… but this was different though. She was sure of it. “Thank you…”

Her gaze when downward to the strawberries, bright red still, but their shade darkening with the slow setting of the sun. “Ah, I meant to ask you though, if you wanted, um… uh oh!” She nearly dropped the strawberry basket, but just caught it in time, gripping tightly onto the handle. “Um, these? Fruit?” The word suddenly escaped her!

Lloyd started a bit at her action, hands half going for the basket as she still held it precariously. “Oh, the strawberries? Yeah, I want some! Er, actually can I have most of it?”

“Y-Yeah! Please!” Oh, and now here she was, sounding so desperate too. “I mean, I’d be happy if you could purchase these from me.”

“Hehe, well I’m kinda hungry too, and I’m sure dad would love these too.” And as Lloyd leaned in to look over her product, she could catch the way a lock of his hair fell over his forehead, the way it just begged for a hand to brush it back, to linger near his face and catch the focus of his eyes.

Colette had never felt this flighty before; her chest so close to bursting, her hands fidgeting with the basket over and over. And in the corner of her vision, so many doggies that roamed all over the grass – maybe that was the reason she felt so weak in the knees right now? That must have been it.

Lloyd reached into his pants pocket, where the sound of rustling coins followed. It took her several tries to tell him the price of a dozen strawberries, and then she had to multiply that by a few times to match the very basket… And though it took a few stumbles, they eventually got to final price. Except…

“Ah damn, I’m not sure if I have that much on me right now…” Lloyd looked at his hand where some gald lay, then reached into his other pocket. “Let me keep checking though!”

And then, an idea burst into her head. A silly idea. An awful idea. One that she could imagine her friend Zelos would come up with. Maybe it was his influence that whispered at her ear, making her consider it for longer than she should…

“300 gald…350… um, I think I have some more in my other work suit actually.”

Colette fiddled with the woven threads of the basket handle before timidly placing it back on the ground on her side of the fence posts. It was getting harder to balance it, making her arms ache. Also, she didn’t want to accidentally drop it this time… “Maybe… you can pay for the rest of these with something else?”

Lloyd raised his face to hers, blinking. “Oh? But with what?” He tilted his head the same way the dog named Noishe did, except this was a boy, and the way his hair drifted with the breeze caught her gaze just so.

So she blurted out before her fear took hold completely, her voice squeaking with every syllable. Was it the fading sun giving her courage? Was it the fatigue from traveling, making her tongue loose? “You can pay the rest with a kiss!”

Oh. Oh no that had sounded so awful coming from her.

There was still the sound of the dogs milling about the yard, some going to the stable to curl up with the giant Noishe, some resting on the grass. Colette felt the heat engulf her face, and she could only blame it on herself instead of the sun, which sank so low that only a sliver of its shine remained in the sky.

She could feel Lloyd’s stare, his confusion, and maybe his embarrassment for her. She shouldn’t be impulsive like this. “I’m sorry-”

“Okay,” came his voice, barely audible, and only through the grace of an errant breeze did she even hear him.

Colette raised her head, eyes drawn to the locks of hair that fell over his forehead, to the nervous smile on his lips. “I mean…” he started, laughter spilling all over his words. “I wouldn’t mind it! If, uh…”

This place was far away, off down a beaten path that was hidden underneath leaves and moss. She wasn’t even sure if she would ever see this same boy again, if she could even follow the twists and turns without a friendly dog to guide her. What was the chance that she would find this same place, alone within the fields?

So, she felt daring. Something about meeting Lloyd made her suddenly braver then she’d ever been.

Colette moved closer to the fence post, her boot scuffing against the wood. “Well, if you want to pay me… You should move closer!”

Another little dare, another little leap. And Lloyd met her dare with another smile, hands leaning on the fence post, slouching just a bit to match her height. “Like this?”

“Yes,” Colette whispered. She had only just met Lloyd, but the almost instinctive way she reached for his face, placing her gloved hands against his cheeks, it was natural, comfortable. “That’s perfect.”

And Lloyd didn’t move away, placing his face in her hands with complete trust. She could see the color of his eyes now, russet-brown like a dog’s fur, looking as soft as one too.

She had never kissed anyone before, so when she leaned in, she imagined a number of ways this could go wrong. A bump of their heads together, or missing his mouth by inches. But she felt warmth against her lips, the way Lloyd’s own moved over hers, mingled with the feel of his breath. She smiled into the kiss, and so did he, along with a smattering of giggles that escaped them both. But he continued to rest his face in her hands, trusting her to take her payment for as long as she wished.

Maybe she had taken more than her share, but Lloyd didn’t seem to mind.

The fence creaked just slightly under his weight as he kept kissing her, and even when she leaned back to speak, sometimes she found her mouth covered again, as if Lloyd had missed a spot, like the corner of her lips. She didn’t complain, and only found herself so awed that Lloyd would do his best to give her what she asked for.

The sun had long set before she finally felt the chill breeze against her face.

“So…Can I keep paying this way?” Lloyd murmured against her mouth, eliciting another giggle from her.

“Mm, maybe not all the time…” she said. Her father would wonder why she was giving out free strawberries. “Unless you want to give me extra next time?”

She said it as a joke, winking at him, finally releasing him from her hands. But his own reached up to grasp one of her own gently, the grin on his face so wide and bright. “I think I might want to.”

It was as if they had already known each other for years, with the way she felt so comfortable around him. Even when she made her silly request, it felt like something she had been waiting for all her life.

Or maybe, it was just the sight of all the dogs running around the farm, some sidling near Lloyd’s legs to see what he was doing. She did always feel more content with dogs around.

So Colette left the basket there, with its dozens of strawberries, and just remembered that, Oh. I’ll need to come back for that basket though . That had been her only one! She needed that for her daily deliveries for her family’s business. She’d have to see Lloyd again for sure.

She found herself smiling, her lips still feeling so warm. Maybe he’d be kind and help pay her for her trip, back down the beaten pathways to where a gathering of cute puppies played. It would only be fair.

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Briefly Mine | Timothee Chalamet

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He’d moved in across the street nearly 3 weeks ago and neither you nor your sister had seen him leave the house once. The mysterious man across the street with a head of curly hair and eyes that were shrouded in darkness. You watched the house from out your bedroom window, the house sat a little ways up on a hill, surrounded by trees. He’d arrived late at night, wearing a dress shirt and tail coat- he dressed like he was from a different time. Even though you were sitting safely in your bedroom across the street, he turned and his eyes landed on you. Through the black of night, and the darkness of your bedroom his eyes landed right on you. You feel shudders running down your spine. You continued to search his house for any signs of movement, but not even the lights were on. The windows were dark, the door was always closed and he never leaves. You curiosity was eating you alive, you want to know what’s he’s up to in that big house. 

You sit at your bench window, a book you’re not reading perched in your lap as your eyes stay trained on the house across the street. Your sister always tells you that you’re too obsessed with the “creepy Hannibal Lecter’ that lives across the street. But you wouldn’t label this as an obsession you’re just...concerned. About your new neighbor. Who is ridiculously hot. And mysterious. You wrap a blanket around your shoulders as you see a shadow pass in front of one of the windows upstairs. “You should go to bed.” You hear a voice behind you and you squeal, jumping in your skin as you whirl around. Your heart is absolutely hammering against your chest as your eyes land on your Dad. “Dad what the hell, you scared the crap out of me!” You exclaim, a hand over your chest. Your Dad says nothing as he walks over to the window and yanks your curtains shut. “Go to bed, and stay away from him.” He orders, giving you a stern stare before turning out of your bedroom and closing the door behind him. 

You focus towards your curtains and take another peek, the house is still and looks empty. You can’t get the intensity in your Dad’s eyes or the gravely serious look on his face before he left your room. Does he know who that guy is? He certainly doesn’t seem to trust him, but as far as you’re concerned they’ve never met. Days pass in a blur, and you still sit at your bench window every night, observing the strange house across the street. Watching as nobody ever enters the house, or leaves it. Your eyes flicker to the overflowing mailbox of letters and you stand from your bench before heading to the door. You’re only being a nice neighbor and bringing him his mail. But when you reach for your door handle, it doesn’t turn. What the hell? Did your Dad lock the door? You turn back to your window before sliding it open and dropping onto the patio roof located perfectly in front of your bedroom window. 

As you make your way across the street, you feel your heart begin to pound in your chest as the house looms above you. Your palms tremble when your fingers secure a grip around the big stack of letters before heading up the driveway. Your hand is incredibly shaky as you knock against the wood, and you hear nothing but silence from the other side. You chew on the inside of your cheek nervously, he’s probably not going to answer. From within the house Timothee digs his nails into the wood of his dining table, your blood calls to him. You smell so good, he could smell you before you even crossed the street- living right across from someone who smells so delicious is a special kind of torture he did not prepare for. He can hear your heart pounding furiously in your chest, your nervous breaths growing louder. Timothee feels an aching in his gums and he squeezes his eyes shut to will his fangs to retract. But when his eyes snap open, they’re shining an emerald green and his fangs have fully extended as he turns for the door. 

Just as you begin to turn away you hear the lock on the inside of the door unbolt. You bite your lip nervously as the door is slowly pulled open to reveal easily the most attractive man you’ve ever seen. His eyes lock on yours and he looks perfectly collected as he stands behind the door. Upon seeing you, his fangs sink back up into his gums but he can still hear your blood pulsing in your veins. His curly hair is pushed back, with only one stray curl falling over his forehead. “Y-You didn’t get your mail...” You say nervously, stumbling over your words. You hold the mail out to him, and he gently takes it from you. When his fingers accidentally brush against you, you nearly jerk back from how icy cold his skin is. His skin is pale, it lacks the natural rosy color that skin normally has. If you didn’t know better, you’d say his skin lacks life. “Thank you.” He says, his voice smooth like honey and for a moment you just stand there and bathe in it. You want to say more but your voice gets caught in your throat as you look up into his green eyes. While he looks youthful in his face, his eyes look wise. Like they’ve seen more than his skin has, like they’ve witnessed more than the years he’s been alive. 

His eyes suddenly snap behind you and in an instant he’s grabbing you and pulling you into his house before swinging the door shut. You feel panic shoot through you as the door swings shut as you press your back against the door. “Your Father.” He explains in a calm voice and you nod slowly, still feeling fear coursing in your veins. Your breathing slows as you stare up at him, “do you know my Dad?” You ask him and he takes a step away from you. Touching you nearly sent him over the edge, he hasn’t fed in too long. But you make it impossible for him to leave his house, he grows intoxicated by your scent. You look so much like her, it leaves him breathless every single time he looks at you. But not even her scent was as delectable as yours, as luring, you are a Vampire’s biggest weakness. Your scent was potent, and your blood would be sugary sweet he’s sure of it. If he were to sink his fangs into you, he would drink your blood right down to the bone. He hates hurting people. “No.” He says simply, his eyes staying firmly off of you. 

“I’m Y/N,” You smile, but get no smile in return. You simply receive a curt nod as his hands fold behind his back, his palms are twitching. He’s not sure how much longer he can stay composed in your presence. “If your Father has returned inside, you can see yourself out.” He says, turning on his heel to disappear around the corner and as far from you as he can get in this house. “You’re not going to tell me your name?” You call after him just before he disappears from sight. He pauses, looking to be facing inner turmoil as he turns his head to look at you. “Timothee.” He says simply before continuing his coarse. Timothee. You smile to yourself, that name suits him incredibly well. Timothee collapses against his bedroom door, he shouldn’t have let you in- your scent is everywhere. It surrounds him again, like a blanket it smothers his senses. He reaches into a cooler he has in his room before quickly opening the lid of a jar, which has blood in it. It’s cows blood, it’s disgusting but it does satiate the thirst.  He drinks it greedily and slowly feels the agonizing thrumming of his senses easing. He doesn’t hear the door close, have you not left yet. Timothee inhales deeply, and sure enough your sweet fresh scent fills his nose once more. 

He returns down the stairs and sees you peering out the peep hole. “Why are you still here?” He asks and you turn to look at him, your eyes tracing over every detail of his perfectly smooth and blemish free face. “My Dad knows I left my room, I can see my bedroom light on.” You say sheepishly, you feel incredibly stupid at how overprotective your Dad is. He makes you feel like a child. His eyes stay on yours for a moment before Timothee is tearing his gaze away from yours. “He does not know you are here I take it?” He questions, that stupid perfect curl hanging on his forehead looks so soft. You want to run your fingers through his dark curls so badly. “He’d be furious. He specifically told me to stay away from you.” You admit and that doesn’t surprise Timothee in the slightest. Your Father is more well educated about the world than you are, he knows of the monsters and the shadows that wake in the night. Timothee really should have been more careful before carelessly moving into a house across the street from a hunter. 

“So then, why are you here?” Timothee asks, raising a brow as his eyes study you. You freeze under his questioning gaze as you stay planted firmly in front of the door. “You didn’t get your mail...” You say unconvincingly with a blush on your face. Timothee has a small smile on his face as he watches you from a safe distance. “You disobeyed your Father, and risked making him furious with you just so you could bring me my mail?” He asks and you blush harder. All you can do is nod as you continue looking into his mesmerizing eyes. Timothee doesn’t know what to make of you, he is however concerned for your safety. Curiosity can lead to danger. If Timothee were a complete monster like some of his Vampire Brethren, he would have drank you dry and dumped your body by now. He tries not to hurt people however, but your curiosity may certainly lead you into trouble. “Curiosity can be quite dangerous,” He comments off hand as you check out the peep hole again. Your Dad tells you the same thing, but he can be really overbearing. “We all live to die someday anyway, what’s the point in not seeking out answers when you don’t understand something.” You reply and he pauses. Not everything that walks this Earth lives to die. 

“Come with me.” Timothee says and turns, leading towards a back door of the house. He opens it and steps outside, and you follow him around the back of the house towards the far end of the street. You slowly slink to the fence of your yard and he holds out his hand, stopping you when you go to walk again. To the left of the spot you’ve ducked in, you see shadows pass in front of your living room window. Timothee keeps his hand out as his eyes stay trained on the window, and for some reason that you don’t understand- you feel safe with him. He doesn’t know why he’s doing this, being around so many humans is usually far too tempting for him. You don’t realize the danger you’re in, Timothee is sure your Father loves you but if you discovered the existence of Vampires? He fears what your Father would do then. Once Timothee hears them move away from the window the two of you slink under it towards the gate going to your backyard where the patio roof is, just beneath your window. 

You feel adrenaline coursing through you as you follow him to the roof, where you can still see your window slightly open. Timothee approaches the patio and hauls himself on top of the roof before reaching an arm down to you. You take his hand and he lifts you onto the roof with ease, and your eyes widen in surprise. He’s a lot stronger than he looks. You can’t shake how the icy feel of his skin sinks to your bone, why is he always so cold? You reach for your window but Timothee grabs you and yanks you to the side, out of view just as your Dad slams into your bedroom again. Your Mom follows shortly after, “just relax she’s fine-” She starts but your Dad whirls around to look at her. “Fine? If she’s over at that damn blood suckers house, she could be dead already!” Your Dad exclaims in exasperation. Blood sucker? You glance over your shoulder at Timothee, who has an almost sad expression on his face. His eyes flicker down to meet yours and his pupils dilate before he pulls his gaze from yours. 

Once you’re stood safely in your room again, Timothee turns to leave when you hear footsteps down the hallway. Before the door opens, TImothee slides into your closet, pressing his back to the wall as the door flies open against the wall. “Where the hell were you?” Your Dad snaps as he glares down at you, you’ve never seen him this angry before. “I went for a walk! I would have gone out the front but you locked me in my damn room like a prisoner.” You snap, and he releases a breath before stepping towards you. His eyes scan over your body, focusing on your neck and wrists. “Did you go see him?” He asks in a low voice and your eyebrows raise. Your Dad glares down at you and you feel your heart race, “no I didn’t see anybody.” You say softly, looking fearfully up into your Dad’s eyes. Your Dad’s serious expression drops as he gently presses a kiss to your head before turning to leave the room. “Good, stay away from him. I mean it.” 

When he shuts the door you release a breath you didn’t know you were holding as Timothee emerges from his hiding spot. “Why doesn’t my Dad want me around you?” You ask him as soon as you hear the footsteps down the stairs. Timothee remains silent as he moves towards your window, “please answer me.” You plead softly as his hands lift the window up further. He pauses before glancing over his shoulder and the sight you see steals the breath right from your lungs. His eyes are glowing a neon emerald color and his canine teeth have grown twice their normal length. “Because I’m different. Don’t seek me out again.” He warns before he’s out the window. 

The following weeks, Timothee plagued your every thought, both waking and sleeping. You felt like you’d been thrusted into some crappy Twilight fanfiction, because seriously? Vampires? There was something about him, something that kept you wanting more. You wanted to be near him all the time, being around him made you feel alive. You thought of his beautiful eyes piercing through yours as he pushed into you, or those pink lips pressing against your inner thighs. You thought of all the wonderfully dirty things he’d say to you with that smooth voice of his, the way he would use his words to coax you to an orgasm. You spent many nights with your hand down the front of your shorts, picturing his fingers inside you instead of your own. You threw your head back into your pillow, your fingers pushing inside you as you closed your eyes and pictured his head between your thighs. You wondered if he’d be a delicate lover? Full of romance and passion? Or a rough lover? Full of anger and pent up tension? You bit your lip to silence yourself when you began thumbing your clit. 

Timothee’s fists curled in on themselves as he took steady breathes to calm his heart rate. It’s time like this that he really curses his heightened senses because right now he can hear your soft groans of his name, and he can smell your arousal. “Fuck Timothee,”  He can hear you whimpering under your breath, begging for him- for his cock. He can barely take anymore. Timothee licks his lips as his mouth waters for your blood and your cum. His hard on presses against his jeans tightly and he reaches down to gently palm himself to attempt and relieve some of the tension. He’s so hard it’s actually beginning to ache. He so desperately wants those whimpers of pleasure coming from your lips to be his doing. He wants to hear you cry out his name and drag your nails down his back. Never has his desire for a human being been so strong before he met you. “Fuck,” Timothee groans under his breath as he listens to you cum around your fingers. He can hear your soft panting, he can smell the heavy sweet scent of your arousal, he can practically feel your heart racing. Timothee listens to the sound of your bed squeaking as you stand, and he hears the taps of your fingers against your phone screen. “I need to cum around a cock so badly, hopefully Evan is still up.”  He hears you mutter to yourself and Timothee is launching up from his bed in a second. 

You scroll through your phone to find Evan’s contact when you hear a gentle tapping against your bedroom window. When you pull the curtains open, the sight of Timothee standing by your window, breathing heavily surprises you. You open your window and as soon as you do, he’s got you pushed up against the wall. “Gonna call Evan huh? Wanna cum around his cock instead of mine?” He husks in your ear, and suddenly it feels like your entire body is on fire. Your phone slips from your hand and lands against the floor with a thud as Timothee traps your hands above your head. “Driving me fucking crazy, every single night I have to sit there and act like I don’t hear you begging for me.” Timothee groans, grinding his crotch up into yours. Up until this point he’s done his absolute best to stay away from you, who he is, the lifestyle he leads, it’s too dangerous for you. Humans who get close to him all end up the same way: as nothing more than blood and bones. “Y-You can hear me?” You whisper, breathless. Timothee’s lips brush over your ear as his hands still hold your arms above your head. “I can hear everything. I can smell your arousal, so wet on your thighs for me.” He growls, an animalistic tone in is voice. 

“Don’t you know how dangerous it is for you to get close to someone like me? For you to want someone like me?” Timothee breathes into your ear, his voice serious and strained as he desperately tries to hold himself back. “What’s life without a little risk?” You challenge, looking into his eyes when he pulls his head back to look at you. Your eyes lock for a few torturous minutes before he slowly releases you. “This isn’t the fun kind of risk Y/N, this is the kind of risk that could get you killed.” He says, turning to face away from you. You approach him from behind, reaching up to place a hand on his shoulder. “Not if you make me like you.” You whisper and he turns, a look of pure fear in his eyes as he lets what you said sink in. “No, absolutely not! You don’t want this, you don’t want me. You don’t know me Y/N,” He stammers, the panic in his eyes building. You cock an eyebrow as you sit back on your bed. “I don’t want you? I’m pretty sure you can still smell how wet I am Timothee.” You purr, your voice sultry as you gaze up at him. 

Timothee’s pupils blow wide open when you spread your thighs, and move your tiny little sleep shorts to the side- revealing your soaked pussy. “I don’t want to hurt you. Once I start, I don’t know if I can stop.” Timothee chokes out, using what’s left of his self control to hold himself back. Your fingers move to your clit, so swollen and practically begging for attention. You begin to rub small circles into your clit as you look him in the eyes, “if you didn’t want this, you wouldn’t have come over here. And if I thought I couldn’t handle it, then I wouldn’t have been moaning your name.” You whisper, a whine escaping your mouth after you finish speaking. Timothee hovers over you, pushing your back into the mattress as his wild eyes bore into yours. “I’ll only do this under one condition; you never ask to be turned again.” He says, and you can tell he’s serious about this. Your hands slide up his chest and grip his shoulders, “I won’t.” You promise and that’s all he needs before his lips are pressed against yours with a bruising force. His hips grind down into yours and you moan into his mouth. 

“Now you’re gonna have to be really quiet baby mkay? Wouldn’t want Daddy to catch us.” He says, his eyes looking down into yours. Your core heats up as you nod, biting your lip. “Yes Daddy.” You smile when you hear his soft groan at the name. But he raises a brow at you, “he’s not Daddy, you are.” You whisper against his lips. Timothee’s hand slides under your shorts as he ghosts his fingers over your lips, “you’re goddamn right I am.” He growls as his lips press against your collarbones. He can hear your heartbeat under your skin and can feel your pulse on his lips but he focuses on his hard cock to control the blood lust. You whine softly as you try to grind your hips against his hand, but every time you move Timothee moves his hand away. Finally you stop moving and wait impatiently for him to touch you while your pulse pounds in your core. Finally he slides 2 fingers inside you and a cry begins to leave your lips before his hand presses over your mouth. “You have to be quieter than that baby, don’t make me gag you.” Timothee threatens in a low voice, but the thought of him fucking you while you’re gagged causes you to moan softly against his hand. Timothee begins to slowly finger you, and you whine in annoyance against his hand. 

He keeps his hand over your mouth as he slowly picks up his pace, and he feels his lust rising. Timothee knows his eyes are glowing as he watches you come apart at his touch, and right as you near cumming he slows his pace again, fingering you agonizingly slowly. Tears of frustration from the denied orgasms spring in your eyes as you begin to wriggle underneath him. The slow teasing touches and edging is making you throb, you can’t take anymore. When Timothee removes his hand from your mouth he replaces it with his mouth as he begins to finger you at a quick pace. You begin to pant into his mouth as your body arches up into him, and you feel the heat building and building in your stomach. You feel yourself on the edge of cumming and your arms wrap around his shoulder, and as you begin to fear Timothee will edge you again, he keeps thrusting his fingers into you, watching as you cum underneath him and gush around his fingers. He gently fingers you through your orgasm before pulling you up to your knees on the mattress. You’re panting when he desperately pushes you to the ground on your knees and you immediately begin scrambling to unbuckle his belt. 

You yank his pants and boxers down and you hear him hiss in relief as his cock springs free. Timothee winds his hand through your hair and pulls your mouth on his cock, forcing your head down until his tip pushes against the back of your throat. You relax your jaw as he begins to thrust into your mouth, using you only for his pleasure- which you are totally okay with. You see his emerald eyes glowing brighter as you reach down to cup his balls. You love watching him lose control, it’s easily the sexiest thing you’ve ever had the privileged to witness. “Fuck, you suck my cock so good baby.” He groans softly as he continues to thrust harshly into your throat. Saliva drools down your chin and tears run down your face, and he loves seeing you like this. On your knees crying from his cock down your throat. When Timothee feels tingles going down his cock he pulls you off him, he can’t cum in your mouth he needs to cum inside you. 

He immediately pulls you up and rips your shorts from your body as he bends you over the bed. When the head of his cock presses into you, you stop him. “Condom?” You ask breathless and he chuckles. “Baby, technically I’m dead. I can’t get anybody pregnant.” He growls before sliding into you. You cry out against the mattress as you feel yourself stretch around him. “I thought I said you needed to be quiet hm?” Timothee says, and you hear a tearing sound. “M’sorry Daddy.” You whimper moments before he’s tying a piece of torn t-shirt around your mouth. “Now I have to gag you because you didn’t listen.” Timothee growls before he begins to pound into you, and you feel a sharp sting every time his pelvis hits yours. Your moans and cries of pleasure are muffled by the makeshift gag as your fingers curl around your bed sheets. You hang on as he continues to slam into you, being pushed up roughly against the bed. “God baby you feel so good around my cock, so fuckin’ tight.” Timothee groans as he reaches down to flip you over, your legs immediately wrapping around his waist. “Evan could never,” he snaps his hips into you, “ever,” he slams against you again, “fuck you like this.” Timothee groans, his thumb moving down to press against your clit. 

Your hands reach up to grab at his shoulders and wind around him, holding him tightly to you. Timothee continues you thrust into you, and when he feels you begin to squeeze around him he knows you’re close to cumming. You sob against the gag, the pleasure coursing through you beginning to overwhelm you. When Timothee presses down hard on your clit and slams into your g-spot, you’re exploding around his cock. Your head is thrown back as you nearly black out, you’re so fucked out you almost miss him coming in hot spurts inside you. Slowly, Timothee reaches down to pull the gag over your head and you both sit there and regain your breathing. He stays inside you as his cock softens, and you pull him down to sweetly kiss him on the lips. He presses his forehead against yours as he slides out of you, reaching down to find his pants. “Are you leaving?” You ask, the pain in your voice unmissable. Seeing the hurt look on your face, he gives in and slides into bed beside you. “i don’t really sleep yknow.” He informs you and you roll your eyes and you place your head on his chest. “That’s okay, I do. So please just hold me until I fall asleep?” You ask him with pleading eyes and he nods, pressing a kiss to your forehead. 

After your breathing evens out, Timothee gently pries you off of him before reaching to find a pen and paper. He scribbles down a short message before leaving it on your nightstand. He finishes getting dressed before disappearing out your window. Timothee doesn’t want to do this, he really doesn’t but it’s not safe for you to be around him. Sooner or later your Dad will find out, and he’ll either lock you away somewhere, or kill Timothee. He knows you care about him, and he wouldn’t want to put you through the pain of watching him die. It’s just better if he leaves town, start over somewhere new. To keep you safe, and he can only pray that when you wake up...you’ll understand. 

When the sun rises the next morning, you didn’t expect Timothee to still be laying beside you. Because your Dad would probably try to drive a wooden stake through his heart. You roll over to where he previously was laying when a little white piece of paper catches your eye. You grab it, with a smile on your face but that smile quickly fades. 

Y/N, 

By the time you read this I will have already left town. Being near me will hurt you, and I couldn’t live with myself if anything happened to you. I will never forget the night we shared, and I know I’ll never forget you. You made me feel alive again.

Always Yours, 

-T.C.

Tears wet your cheeks as you desperately clutch the piece of paper in your hands. You scramble out of bed and throw clothes on before you’re rushing down your stairs and out the front door. The house looks as vacant as it always does, so you hope against hope that maybe he was just lying to keep you safe. Maybe he was still there, maybe he didn’t leave. You pound your fist against the door, not even caring if your Dad catches you. “Timothee!” You cry out, continuing to knock on the door. When you don’t receive an answer you scramble to the back door, and reach down under a rock for a spare key. Much to your delight, you actually find one and quickly throw open the door. “Timothee!” You call out again, your heart sinking in your chest as silence is the only response you receive. You rush up the stairs and throw open his bedroom door, to find his room empty. You begin looking in his dresser drawers, all empty. You look in his closet, which is also empty. You collapse on the bed, tears wetting your cheeks when you spot another paper. 

Y/N

I figured you’d probably come here looking for me, and yes I really am gone. Don’t try to find me, I’ve been in hiding for centuries. I’m good at it, and trust me when I say it’s better this way. I can live happy, knowing you’re safe- you should try to do the same. Thank you for being briefly mine, as I will be forever yours.

Goodbye sweetheart. 

T.C.

You hold it to your chest and cry, you know he won’t come back. You want to believe it’s better this way, but how could this be better when you hurt so much? You lay down on his bed, tears wetting the comforter as you try to hold on to those notes, they’re all you have left of him. 

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