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purple-plum-petals · 1 year ago

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Hi! I love reading your works and I have a little request if you don't mind for a Jade x Reader.

I really just want a short where the reader is making their Halloween costume (a mushroom fairy) and surprises Jade with it. It'd be even cuter if the mushroom that the reader got inspiration from also happened to be a favorite of Jade's.

⊱ A Tailor-Made Coshroom ⊰ || Jade Leech X Reader

╭─━━━━━━━━━━━━─╮ Character(s): Jade Leech, Floyd Leech, Azul Ashengrotto, Grim (Twisted Wonderland) Reader Type: Human, Ramshackle Prefect (Gender-Neutral Pronouns) – Reader is mentioned to be shorter than Floyd and Jade. Warning(s): Brief Mentions of Blood, but Besides That, Nothing! I also always use the Japanese TWST Terms (Dorm Leader instead of Housewarden, Madols instead of Thaumarks, etc.) in my writing. Genre: Drabble, Fluff, Attempt at Comedy, Romantic or Platonic Relationship (It Can Technically be Read as Either since Nothing is Stated Directly, but it Does Lean More on the Romantic Side of Things) Word Count: ~1,900 words Request: “Hi! I love reading your works and I have a little request if you don't mind for a Jade x Reader. I really just want a short where the reader is making their Halloween costume (a mushroom fairy) and surprises Jade with it. It'd be even cuter if the mushroom that the reader got inspiration from also happened to be a favorite of Jade's.” Author’s Note: I’m overjoyed to hear you enjoy my works; thank you so much for reading! This ask has been sitting in my inbox for quite some time but, since spooky-season is right around the corner, I thought now would be the perfect time for me to post this. I’ve been lacking a lot of motivation when it comes to writing as of late, but I’m hoping I can pump out at least one request every week from now on until my inbox is cleared out. I actually started my Master’s program, so hopefully I’ll have time to be able to write for enjoyment rather than just for academics. 😅 I hope this is alright; I have to admit, I’m a bit rusty haha. (Also, just a PSA, the ending is supposed to be cute I swear – it’s just Jade acting a little more childish like Floyd and was not intended to be creepy! I didn’t want this to get too long since it was supposed to be a shorter piece, but I had no idea where to end it. 😔) Also, yes, the title is a pun on costume/mushroom – yes, I couldn’t think of another title.

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Halloween was inching closer and closer by the day and you didn’t have much more time to complete your costume. So, as soon as you were finished with class for the day, you immediately returned to Ramshackle, cooping yourself up in your room until it was time to make you and Grim dinner. You had been working non-stop on your costume for the past week or so, powering through the many times you’ve pricked your finger with your accursed sewing needle. You couldn’t even count the numerous occasions that Grim or the ghosts had to help bandage your hands up after all your slip-ups at this point.

You had come up with an idea nearly a month ago and wanted to make it a reality with your own two hands – this year for Halloween, you would be a mushroom fairy! You had thought the idea was pretty cute, plus it was a simple enough costume to make considering all the DIY videos you could find on the internet. While it most certainly wouldn’t be unique by any means, hopefully your classmates would be able to appreciate the work you had put into it.

Your costume was based on the Fly Agaric mushroom, also known as Amanita Muscaria, simply because it was an iconic mushroom with its recognizable red-and-white-dotted cap. It was also one of your upperclassmen’s favorite species of mushroom, but that wasn’t the reason why you chose it – it was just a coincidence, you swear.

Right now, you were currently finishing up your mushroom cap, sewing on a few final details into the red fabric considering Halloween was now only two days away at this point. You were certainly excited to be able to show off your costume to your friends, and you were hoping you’d get a genuine reaction out of the previously-mentioned upperclassman. After about another twenty minutes, you had completed adding all of the small white beads to your hat. With a wide smile, you held your costume out in front of you. It was finally ready, and you couldn’t wait to see what everyone thought of it at the party.

Before you knew it, it was finally Halloween and – after weeks of hard work and bloody fingertips – you were finally able to wear your costume! You already had gotten quite a few compliments from some of your friends, but you had a specific upperclassman in mind you knew would absolutely love what you were wearing. You were currently scanning the room to see if you could find him, trying to spot his signature teal hair among the large body of students. It shouldn’t be too hard to find him considering how tall he was, but you ended up finding his brother before you could him.

“Hey Floyd! Happy Halloween!” You said with a smile, making your way over to one of the school’s biggest menaces. Floyd’s face seemed to light up when he saw you, a bright yet somewhat intimidating grin spreading across his features.

His sharp teeth were at full display as he made his way over to you, waving as he said in a sing-song tone, ��Shrimpy~, there you a–!” However, once he seemed to register your costume, his smile immediately faded as he questioned with a slight scowl, “…What are you wearing?”

“I’m a mushroom fairy! Pretty cute, right?” You told him in return, pride filling your chest as you gestured towards your outfit.

“Ew, no – mushrooms are gross.” Floyd said with a grimace, looking almost disappointed with you.

“What? No they’re not! They’re absolutely adorable!” You told him in return, placing your hands on your hips as you stood your ground.

“Ugh – you’ve been hangin’ out with Jade too much. He’s a bad influence on you.” Floyd said, coming over and placing his arm on your shoulder as he leaned into you with his taller form. He had the habit of using you like an armrest every now and again, a habit that he had picked up months ago at this point.

“Arguably, I think you’re a worse influence.” You said with a slight huff, trying to keep yourself balanced considering you had a giant leaning against you. You moved the hat on your head out of the way so you could glance up at Floyd, asking him, “Where is your brother, by the way? I’ve been looking all over for him.”

“Last time I saw him, he was with Azul by the food table.” Floyd said, glancing down at you in return. However, once your eyes met, a wide smirk began growing on his face. As he poked your cheek slightly with his index finger, he asked teasingly, “Why, you wanna show him your adorable costume? Ehehehe, you’re getting bold, Shrimpy.”

“You know what? I think I’m done with this conversation.” You bluntly stated, quickly removing yourself from under his weight as Floyd laughed out loud at your slightly flushed face; you didn’t get why he liked teasing you so much. He didn’t seem fazed by it at all by your sudden movement either, immediately returning to his usual posture as though he hadn’t been putting all of his weight on you just mere moments ago.

“Good luck~ – I’m rooting for you!” Floyd said with a shit-eating grin, waving to you as you left that conversation before he could embarrass you any further.

You weaved in and out of the sea of your classmates, looking for the food table since that was the only lead you had to go off of. You knew you probably had all night to show your costume to Jade who was arguably the person who would appreciate it the most, but a part of you just wanted to show him now. Thankfully, as the snack table came into view, you saw both Jade and Azul who seemed to be talking with one another. Azul was drinking what seemed to be fruit punch, a slight scowl on his face as he glared down at the cup in his hand, while Jade seemed absolutely delighted by his companion’s utter look of distaste.

“Note to self,” You thought, “Don’t try the punch.”

Now was the perfect opportunity for a scare, though, so you tried to make yourself as small as possible which was honestly quite difficult given the size of your hat. You slowly closed in on Azul and Jade, the former seeming to notice your presence but deciding not to say anything as you snuck up beside Jade, jumping up slightly as you exclaimed, “Boo!”

“Ah, Prefect, it’s nice to see y–…” Jade said with a smile as he turned slightly to look at you, his words tapering off as soon as you two made eye contact.

You grinned up at both of them, saying happily, “Happy Halloween you two!”

“Yes, happy Halloween to you as well.” Azul said, throwing his cup of punch into a nearby trash can as he asked you with a slight smirk, “Not going to say ‘trick or treat’ to me again this year, hmm?”

“Nope – I think I learned my lesson from last year… but, if you happen to have any treats you’d like to give out, I’ll happily take some!” You said with a smile, watching as Azul pushed his glasses back up the bridge of his nose. Jade was still looking at you, not having said anything besides his unfinished greeting.

One of Azul’s brows rose in question as he asked, crossing his arms over his chest as he looked at you as if you had grown a second head, “Since when did I become someone who just gives out things?”

“Since we became friends, duh – friends do nice things for friends, no strings attached!” You told him honestly; after all, you considered the three most terrifying influential members of the Octavinelle dorm to be your friends. While you definitely did not have the best start with any of them, you really didn’t have a lot of good first impressions (or experiences) with any of your friends at NRC. Somehow throughout the past year, though, you had grown to be quite close with the octo-trio.

He seemed to think for a moment, glancing over at Jade before smiling and muttering slightly, “Hmm… I have an idea of something nice I could do for both of you, then.” He then suddenly began to walk away, waving slightly as he departed as he spoke, “I’ll talk to you later if we run into each other again – have fun, Prefect.”

“Oh, uh… you too?” You managed to say, waving to him as well despite how confused you were at the whole situation. Why did he just leave? How exactly was ditching in the middle of your conversation doing something nice?? You know, sometimes Azul was just as much an enigma as the twins were.

“Well, that was kind of weird…” You muttered to yourself before returning all of your attention to Jade, smiling up at him as you gestured towards your attire, “So, what do you think about my costume Jade? Believe it or not, I even managed to make it all by myself.”

He had been watching Azul’s retreating form with a slight frown on his face as he muttered under his breath, “…He’s going to make me repay him for this, isn’t he?”

“Hmm? What was that, Jade?” You asked, not having quite heard what he had said. Between the noisiness of the party and the height difference between the two of you, it was difficult to hear anyone if they weren’t speaking louder than usual.

Jade just looked down at you, his smile returning full-force as he said, “Oh, it’s nothing you have to worry about.”

Before you could even ask him what that meant by that, Jade reached forward to hold the ruffles that lined the bottom of your hat in between his fingers as he inspected it, telling you with a slight hint of interest in his voice, “Your costume is quite impressive; you did a very good job, you know.” He paused for a moment to ask you, looking down at your form with his mismatched eyes, “Say, what made you decide to pick the Fly Agaric mushroom, hmm?”

“I mean, probably it’s an iconic mushroom, you know? Like, I’m pretty sure everyone knows what this one looks like even if they don’t know its name.” You told him, taking a moment to think about whether you wanted to admit the second part out loud. Well, you might as well be completely honest with him – after all, he could very easily get the truth out of you if he wanted to, “Plus… isn’t it one of your favorite mushrooms? I just thought you’d appreciate it, is all.”

Jade’s face was unsettlingly blank for a long time before an arguably terrifying smirk grew across his face as he lightly pinched one of your cheeks in between his fingers, “My, you’re too cute, Prefect. I could just eat you up right now.”

“Really Jade? Now isn’t the time to joke around like that… I mean, you are joking, right?” You asked, glancing up at him; however, Jade said nothing in return, the grin on his face only widening. You could feel your blood run cold as you asked him, a nervous smile on your face as you said, “…Do I at least get a head-start?”

He seemed to think for a moment, standing up straight before telling you with a smile, “Go ahead – I’ll be a little more courteous to you than my brother usually is. Now, let’s have some fun, hm?”

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justmeinadaze · 11 months ago

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Secret Sinners Part 3 (Steddie X You)

A/N: I have been thinking about this chapter and excited to write it since I came up with idea for Secret Sinners. After a rough therapy session my brain went to town so you're going to have a lot of angst and feels in this one but I hope you enjoy it because I did <3.

Warnings: Demon Steddie X Human Fem Reader, SMUT, DP, this time they are softer with her due to the angst, FLUFF, they love each other, Readers dreams are gooey with fluff :)

ANGST, they are put through the test Nancy mentioned in the last chapter and its not fun, all three deal with different insecurities, Reader sees visions of her demons as who they were before they were trapped as well as how they would be if they were like their dads, she does get hurt (slapped, demeaned verbally but brief), Eddie deals with the consequences of running, and Steve deals with his fear of being alone and trapped again.

Bit of a rough angst but not like my toxic steddie fics :)

Word Count: 8691

Series here

You smile from your place in the auditorium as you watch your mom dance on stage with some of the kids from her class. When you were growing up, you loved seeing her do her steps. She was always so graceful when she moved, as if ballet was the easiest thing in the world.

Taking a hold of a little boy’s hand, she holds it in the air as he spins in fast circle with a big grin on his face as his long wavy locks slap his face. When he stops, he falls to the floor and giggles, scrunching his nose as he grabs his tummy.

The music stops and you promptly clap your hands making your mom smile as the children head backstage. The little boy she was dancing with waves excitedly at you before following his classmates.

“Thank you, my love.”, she beams as she saunters towards the edge of the platform and jumps down to sit beside you. “So are you ready for this next adventure?”

“I am but I’m a bit nervous. Nancy said it would be rough and I don’t want to see them in pain. They’ve already been through enough.”

“You have to, baby.”

“I know, mama, but I can handle it.”

“Could you handle losing them?”

Her question startles you as you fully turn to face her.

“Why would you ask me that?”

“Really think about that, Y/N. Could you handle not having them in your life in whatever capacity that may be…”

Your eyes snap open as you are met with the sound of whooshing and clinking as your demons continue to practice their sword fighting. Eddie pushes his weapon out of the way with his and grabs Steve by the throat before slamming him to the dirt below.

“Wow, you really do suck now. Don’t ya, big boy?”, he teases.

The other demon growls as he wraps his legs around him and spins him around until he’s straddling his partner underneath him.

“I’m just rusty. I’m getting better again though.”, he grins before leaning down to kiss his lips. “Hey baby. Are you alright?”, Steve asks when he glances your way and sees you awake.

“Yeah, I’m fine. Just another weird dream.”

“Do you want to talk about it?”

“No, Eddie, like I said I’m fine.”

Both demon’s blink as they glance at each other, sensing something in your tone.

“Alright then, well, do you want to get something to eat before we get a move on?”

“No, I’d like to go to this place where this witch is. I’m tired of wondering and would rather just find out what we need to do so we can do it.”

“Babe, we can’t go in there with that mindset… the let’s get on with it ideal. Jonathan said he’s the only one that’s walked out with that potion. We have to be care—”

“I know what we have to do, Steve! You think I don’t worry about this 24/7! It’s been a week since we found out we need to do. Can’t we just go do it!?”

Both their eyes narrow in your direction as they try to control their tempers. Fully prepared to have a verbal fight with you, Eddie steps forward but stops when he notices your head turn away to hide the single tears that begin to fall.

“Y/N, sweetheart. What did you see?”

“My mom. She asked me if I could handle losing you. She’s the second person to bring up losing one or both of you. Why?! I don’t get it. Haven’t we been through enough?”

Tugging you into his arms, the long-haired demon presses you to his chest as he rests his cheek on your head.

“Edward, I’m scared.”

“I know, baby. We are to.”

“Y/N, if getting this thing requires us to separate or for you to lose us then, honey, we’ll just leave. I’m not letting go of you or Eddie. I don’t care what anyone says.”, Steve tried to comfort.

“We’re going to do this together, princess. Everything will be alright.”

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Clinging to your hand, you and Eddie follow Steve as you pass through into this new realm. Because it wasn’t as hostel as the others, they both felt you didn’t need a disguise but because they weren’t sure what you would be walking into they still brought all their weapons.

“What is this place called?”, you asked.

“Uh, Espejismo.”

“Huh. Are all the realms named after something in Spanish?” The demon flashed you a questioning look so elaborates. “Espejismo means Illusion and Malvado is Evil.”

“Maybe just a coincidence?”

“How do you know Spanish?”, Eddie asked.

“My dad. He used to travel a lot of his work so he learned the basics for most languages.”, you smile softly at the memory. “Where are we headed to again?”

“Jonathan couldn’t give me details but he said we would know it when we saw it.”, he replied as he continued to look at the instructions the demon slayer provided him.

As they walked down the street, something familar caught your eye. Without thinking, you crossed the area and stood outside a little shop as you watched a class of ballet performers do their warmups. You smiled to yourself as you watched the kids hold the bar and do their best to bend their knees the way they should.

“Y/N! Baby, you can’t leave like that.”, Steve scolded as he followed your eyeline.

“After my mom got sick, she taught classes like this. I would go with her sometimes during the summer and watch. I always asked her if she missed performing and she said that training new minds fulfilled her more than the applause ever did.”

Eddie softly smiled as he petted the back of your head before kissing your temple.

“Hi there. My adult class isn’t until later.”, the teacher announced as she opened the door to her studio.

“No, I’m sorry. I was just telling them about how my mother taught ballet.”

“Oh wow. That’s amazing. Do you dance as well?”

“Ha, no ma’am. I was born with graceful feet and trip when I walk normally so…”

The woman chuckles as her eyes scan over the three of you. You’re not sure if it’s because of her occupation or her kind demeanor but you feel safe with this person as if you could tell her anything.

“Why don’t you guys come in and watch the rest of the class. They are supposed to perform acts from plays and pieces they enjoy.”

“We don’t want to impose.”

“Nonsense. Please! Come in.” Your demon’s apprehensively follow as they take in the surrounding. “I’m sorry we don’t have chairs but feel free to sit on the floor here.” After doing as she asks, the young lady turns to address the children in front of her. “Alright, kids. You have a bit of an audience today but please just behave normally and do your best. Show them what we got.”, she giggles before turning to you. “Are you ready for an adventure?”

Your smile falls as her words echo that of your dream.

“Y/N? What’s wrong, honey?”, Steve whispers when he feels you stiffen beside him.

“What’s the name of this realm again?”

“Espejismo. Why?”

Your hands immediately grab theirs as the lights in the studio go out and the kids begin their performance. Sullen music begins to play as a young lady dances into frame while another reads from sheets of paper in her hand.

“Once upon a time, there was a beautiful, strong girl who worked every day being a mother to the realm around her. She made money at a job she hated to care for her father who was sick with a disease that also claimed her own maternal parent.”

Your demon’s eyes shot forward as they gripped tighter to you.

“She slaved away in her day to day feeling lost and alone until she found a gem that housed her future. What she didn’t know yet was that this stone was home to two evil demons who were trapped by a deity who utilized their kind for certain tasks through the realms.”

Two of the younger boys danced out in front, grabbing the girl’s arms, and spinning her about.

“They whispered lies to her.”, murmured the kid reading the story in a low deep voice that gave you chills. “They told her they loved her—”

“That isn’t true! We do love her!”, Steve shouted rising to her feet. The girl tilted her head as she glared at him. One of the young men that had been portraying him in their dance spun in circles till he transformed into a vision of the demon’s father.

“How can that be when you are incapable of love?”, the girl asked.

“Steven! What the fuck are you doing, son? Do you want to die? You have to keep your hands closer together if you want to hit your target!”, his dad growled. The other performers transformed as well displaying themselves as himself as his mom.

“Bill, come on. He’s just a boy.”

“That’s no excuse! He’s MY boy and I won’t have a kid who can’t fucking fight on the battlefield!”

“You were trained to fight, Steven.”, the girl continued. “Not love. Why do you think Nancy left? Or why you and Eddie were captured?”

“STOP IT!”, you screamed. “You’re hurting him!”

The lights flash and the teacher takes over telling her stories as an image of Chrissy bleeding to death appears in front of you and Eddie.

“What about you, Edward? It’s your fault all the bad stuff happens right? You’re the reason the princess was murdered, why Steven had to kill a fellow solider and flee with you, being trapped in that stone as he lost his mind… even before you became a solider you were a problem.”

Eddie’s mother appears in front of him, sobbing on her knees as his dad towers over her. A tiny version of him runs to place himself between them holding up his fists, prepared to fight.

“I swear to God, boy, you are always in the fucking way.”, his father grunted in anger.

“And I always will be if you touch her again!”

“Do you think you can really beat me, you little punk?!”

“I think I can try, asshole!”

You run to the woman with Steve’s bat in hand ready to end their pain but as you swing a light blinds you before the world goes dark.

***

“Y/N!”, Eddie screams as he finds himself in the castle back home that he had maneuvered around so many times. “STEVEN!?”

“Geez, would you stop fucking screaming?”

The demon’s eyes widen as he turns towards the voice that he heard behind the locked door next to him. As he peers into the room through the window in the door, he sees his father chained to the wall, bloodied and bruised.

“I already get tortured every day. You don’t need to add to it.”

“Fuck you.”, Eddie spits. “You deserve what you got after what you did to us and then running, you coward.”

“Oh, I’m a coward? Excuse me, son, but didn’t you run to? If anything you’re worse than me. Not only did you run but you took your best friend down with you.”

Tugging on the handle, the demon finds that the room is accessible and stomps in coming face to face with this man he resents.

“First off, I’m not your fucking son. Wayne and my mom helped raise me, not you.” That made his dad laugh sarcastically. “Secondly, I ran because I didn’t do the thing they accused me of.”

“You didn’t? You didn’t get Chrissy killed?”

“No.”

“So you weren’t sneaking around with her behind her father and fiancés back? You weren’t planning on running away with her the night before her wedding? Funny, I heard a slightly different story.”

“That’s…that’s not why she was killed. That wasn’t… I didn’t…”

“You’re doing it again, you know. Being selfish and looking for this potion is going to get Y/N or Steve killed. Could you handle that?”

“EDDIE!”

Turning at the sound of his voice, the demon ran out of the room and down the long corridors as he listened to Steve scream his name. Bursting through a door, he froze when he found you both on the floor. You were in the exact same spot Chrissy had died in and his heart shattered.

“Y/N? Baby…no, no, no. Please…”, he sobbed as he tenderly touched your face. “Wake up, sweetheart, please. Not again. Not again. Not—”

“Edward…”

Placing you gently back down, the demon crawled around the bed to find a limp Steve bleeding from his torso and his beautiful lips.

“Steven, everything’s going to be alright, baby. I promise.”

“I-I-I tried to save Y/N but—”

“Shhhh…”, the long-haired demon cooed as he caressed his cheek and ran his fingers through his hair. “Don’t think about that right now, ok? We’re going to get you some help and then…”

The sound of clanking metal caused Steve to wince as he rolled to his side and grabbed Eddie’s shirt roughly in his hands.

“Run, honey. If they catch you they’ll kill you this time. RUN!”

“NO! I’m not leaving you two. You both saved my life so many times. I’m not going anywhere! If we die, it will be together!”

The door banged open as guards pointed their weapons towards him.

“Come on, Edward. Don’t make this harder than it has to be.”

Rising to his feet, he extended his arms out to them so he could be restrained.

“I won’t.”

***

“Y/N! Eddie!?”, Steve shouted as he wondered the forest he had walked so many times growing up.

“Steven.” The demon jumped at the sound of his mother’s voice. “Come on, son.”

Talking his hand, she guides him to his childhood house he had grown up in and leads him into the living room.

“Baby!”, he cried excitedly as he fell to his knees in front of the chair you were sitting in and took your hands in his. “Honey, everything is going to be ok, alright?”

“No, Steve. It won’t.” Your eyes glanced behind him and he quickly turned to see your parents, Wayne, and his father enter the room.

“What’s going on?”

“Don’t you remember, sweetheart? We’ve been looking for a way to get Eddie out of the stone and—”

“Y/N, what are you talking about? Eddie isn’t in the stone anymore. YOU saved us by giving Maeve Henry.”

“No, Steven.”, Wayne sighed. “Y/N was able to make a deal with her to let you out but Eddie had to stay. Knowing my nephew he probably insisted on you going.”

“No…No! I never would have left him there alone! I love him and—”

“What does that mean? You love him.”, his dad sassed.

Steve glared at him as he stood to his full height again and clenched his fists.

“I mean I love him, dad. We have dates, we talk, kiss, and fuck each other. I. LOVE. HIM.”

Bill growls as Steve’s mother tries to calm him.

“Maybe we should let the little shit stay in the stone then.”

Taking ahold of his hand, you pull him down next to you as you kiss his cheek.

“Steve.”, your dad grins softly in his direction. “We all wanted to talk with you today because it seems a new deal was presented to Y/N today. She talked to Maeve and there is a way to set Edward free.”

“Thank goodness.”, he sighed as his eyes continued to scan the room.

“The thing is, Y/N would have to take his place.”

“Fuck that. Are you fucking kidding me?!”, Steve roars as he rises to his feet. “No! Plus Maeve needs Demons and Y/N isn’t one.”

“For now.” His head swivels to look at you as you speak. “Baby, if we find that potion I would be strong enough and can take over.”

“No! We’ll find another way, Y/N.”

“There is no other way.”, Maeve confidently announced as she entered the room. “The deal is simple, Steven. Either she replaces him or joins him. Would you rather lose one or both?”

***

“Edward!? Steven?! I swear to God, if you hurt them!”, you shout as you continue to search for them.

The sound of screaming fills your ears and you hastily turn around to see a small village go up in flames. You remember this from the vision they showed you of one of their summoners.

“Lizzy.”

A young woman cackles as she throws the torch in her hands towards another building and it promptly bursts into flames. Slowly backing away, you bump into something hard, coming face to face with the demon’s you love in their demon form. Their red eyes glared forward with small smirks on their faces as they watched the area burn.

“You see? I did it!”

“Good job, princess!”, Eddie grins as she runs into his arms and kisses his lips.

“No.”, you whisper. “This isn’t how it happened.”

Elizabeth scoffs as he places her on her feet and she saunters over to you.

“Excuse me. This is my memory and I know what happened. I was there remember? You think demons sent to force people to kill others didn’t enjoy innocents being murdered?”

“They didn’t. Edward and Steven never wanted to kill beings they didn’t have to.”

Their eyes glow as they turn to face you, growling in your direction.

“Look at you. Brave soul to use their real names.”

“Because it’s who they are! I love them for them.”

“What if who they are is a lie? They lied to you a few times, right?”

“They lied to protect me.”

“Hm. I wonder what else they are protecting you from.”

Elizabeth snaps her fingers and your body is thrust back into a different home near a forest you very much recognize. Your hands were covering your face and you removed them to find yourself kneeling on the ground with huge boots in your purview. Lifting your eyes, you gasp at the sight of a much larger demon standing over you with red glowing eyes. Raising his hand, he hits your face so hard you fall to side.

“This is what Edward Munson is meant to be, Y/N.”, a female voice echoes through the room.

Quickly getting to your feet, you try to run but you aren’t fast enough as rough palms grab your arms and turn you around allowing you to come face to face with an angry Eddie.

“You’re so fucking pathetic, Y/N. No wonder our son is weak!”

He hits you again before tossing you through a door where you fall into a much nicer mansion style study. There’s another demon in the room, back to you as he leans over a desk with maps and papers spread out everywhere. The glass in his hand clinks as he turns around and you’re met with an equally annoyed Steve.

“Fuck me, Y/N. How many times have I said not to bother me while I’m fucking working!”

“I…I didn’t…”

“I…I…really? Just get the fuck out of here and let me focus. I swear, honey, I love you but you’re just never going to be good enough if you don’t use your fucking brain. Now go check on our son and make sure he’s actually doing what I told him to.”

Your heart sank as you got to your feet and watched him sigh as you listened to the sound of Eddie stomping around as he shouted.

“This is what Steven Harrington is meant to be.”, the voice spoke again.

Shaking and completely unsure of what to do next, you threw your head back and screamed as loud as you could.

When you finally opened your eyes again, everything around you had disappeared and everywhere you turned was blank space until abruptly a woman you had never met appeared at your side.

“Sh-Show me…the truth… I don’t need your tests or your fucking tricks! SHOW ME THE TRUTH!”, you shouted at her as tears fell down your cheeks. “Let me make the right decision for myself.”

***

Clenching his jaw, Eddie held his head high as he was pushed to his knees in front of the king.

“I see nothing has changed. First you kill my daughter and now a high-ranking official’s son?!”

“We also found the body of a human female as well, sire.”

The king scoffs as he absently gestures every which way.

“I don’t care about one nothing human. She’s not one of our people.”

“But she was one of mine.”, the long-haired demon growled, wincing when he was hit in the shoulder.

“Just always a troublemaker, aren’t you?”

“I’ve been known to fuck up from time to time but I assure you, sir, Chrissy wasn’t one of them.” Something hit Eddie hard in the side as he toppled over in pain.

“I’m going to love the sound of your screams for the rest of your miserable existence.”

“Good. I’ll take anything you got because nothing is going to change the fact that I loved your daughter and she loved me! I would have done anything for her!”

“Like run?!”

“I fucked up!! I shouldn’t have run off. I was fucking terrified but to be honest with you, sire, if I hadn’t of run I never would have found Steve or Y/N.” One of the guards kicks him causing him to howl in pain before he continued. “Steven always says I kept him sane but the truth is he did that for me. The first time we made love, I’ll tell you, sire, I never felt fucking safer. He’s always afraid I’m going to leave him but the idea of not having him here…fucking kills me.”, he cries.

“Y/N is the most gorgeous human I’ve ever met and I don’t just mean that physically. Her kind is despicable and selfish. We spent over 3,000 years watching mankind do unspeakable things but she’s different. She’s selfless almost to a fault. She’s brave and funny and so fucking smart. She absorbs everything we say and patiently explains things to us we may not understand. If she really is dead then I know she’s back in heaven because she was definitely an angel in her world!”

“So, if you want to torture me then FUCKING DO IT! Because I’m ready, sir. I’m not running this time and if they are gone then I’m ready to join them.”

The guards behind him aggressively lift Eddie to his feet and guide him away from the king before roughly pushing him through the double doors.

***

Steve heavily exhales as his brain overloads with all the information he’s being provided.

“Sweetheart.”, you coo as you run your fingers through his hair. “I’ll be ok. This is originally what I wanted remember? You two to be free and together.”

“Y/N, no. It will NOT be ok. I told you before that it would be hell for you because you would be alone and then it would be hell on earth because we would burn it down to set you free.”

“Hm. That feels vaguely like a threat.”, Maeve sasses.

“Because it is.”, he counters as his eyes glow.

“Steven…” Grabbing his cheeks, you force him to look your way. “Then, maybe, I can go in there and stay with him. You can live your life and go home.”

“NO! I’M NOT LOSING YOU BOTH!”

“So you’ve made your choice then?”, the deity asks.

“No, goddamn it. Give me a minute and let me think!” Taking hold of your hand, he pulls you to the corner of the room so you can talk. “Honey—”

“It’s ok. I promise you. I love you so much and you both changed my life. Let me do this for you.”

His eyes scan yours before cupping your cheeks in his hands and passionately kissing your lips.

“Tell Edward I love him.”, he whispers, tearing himself away from you and glaring at Maeve. “Take me.”

People in the room gasp at his response as you rush forward placing yourself in front of him.

“Steve, no. You hated it in there.”

“I know. That’s why I won’t allow you to go and I won’t leave him there. Take me.”

“That wasn’t the deal, Steven.”

“Then make a new one, Maeve.” Her head tilts at his newfound attitude with her. “These are two people I love with all my heart. They’ve always been there for me especially this woman right here. I refuse to let her suffer for the rest of her life in that purgatory. She and Eddie have been through enough in this life—”

“And you haven’t?”, your mom asked him.

“Oh please. What hardships has he gone through? Leading an army and being a mentor in a vacation house. That stone would be a nice reprieve I bet.”

Steve smirked as he bent down and placed his hands on his knees like he used to do with some of the children he trained.

“Well, dad, why don’t you take Eddie’s place?” His father scowled at him, angrily turning away to avoid his son’s hard gaze. “Yeah, that’s what I fucking thought. You know, you always said I was weak and a coward but the truth is you are. I worked hard to get ahead and yet it was never enough. I found two beings who love me for me and I’d do anything for them.”

“You won’t get to see Eddie to say goodbye. As soon as I do this there’s no going back.”, Maeve warned.

Steve’s bottom lip quivered at the thought of not even being able to see the man he loved but Eddie would understand. Turning towards you, he caught you as you jumped into his arms.

“I love you, Y/N. You are an amazing, beautiful woman. You’ve shown me so much, baby. I wish I could have spent the rest of my life with you two.”, he whimpered his last sentence as he kissed your forehead before shoving you backwards and hastily moving forward. “Do it, Maeve.”

The last thing he heard was you shout as white light blinded his eyes.

***

They passed by you so fast as you stood there and took in all the memories. Eddie protecting his mom when his dad was drunk and enraged. Steve feeling inadequate as his father called him names and belittled him. You saw Wayne break as his nephew took his place in their militia.

“Edward, I can’t let you do this.”

“It’s done, Wayne. I already did it and the king approved. I start training next week.”

You saw Steve catching Nancy as she packed her bags to leave.

“That’s right, Nance. Just fucking run like the coward you are.”

“Steve, this isn’t my fault, okay?! I didn’t choose this. It just…is.”

“I thought you loved me…”

The training and combat were glimpses of things you had already seen including them meeting and their kills on the field. What was new was watching Eddie appear out of nowhere as the enemy soldiers were relaxing and playing his guitar, lulling them into a false sense of security while Steve and his team killed them.

“Always amazing, dude.”, Robin beams as Eddie bows.

“Yeah, yeah, yeah. Congratulate him later and make sure none of these assholes are moving.”

“Yes, sir.”, she salutes sassily making him smile.

There were things they hadn’t told you that appeared before you.

Eddie played his guitar making the girl in his bed swoon.

“You don’t have to keep wooing me, sir. I’m already here.”, she giggles.

“Hey, maybe I’m serenading my best friend and his date. Not everything is about you, babe.”

Steve chuckled through a breathy moan from his spot on the floor in front of the bed as his head fell and he thrust harder into the girl underneath him.

It amazed you how much cockier they seemed before their time on the run. You had never meet this version of them and a part of you thought if you had…you would have hated them. You assumed the memories of Chrissy were purposely skipped because you had seen them all before including the memory of Steve finding him and deciding to run with him.

The memories that hit the hardest were the ones that involved their suffering. You saw them accidently bleed on Maeve’s gem and watched their first angry night in captivity.

“Fuck! Are you fucking kidding me!? We run and we still end up in a fucking prison!”, Steve shouts as he throws something across the room. “What the fuck do we do now?!”

“I mean…at least we don’t have to run anymore right? See different parts of the world and watch beings kill other beings.”

They lay side by side staring at the ceiling after their first time being intimate.

“Eddie?”

“Hm?”

“Did I, um, are we…what was this?”

“Honestly, I’m not 100% sure. Since you initiated it, what would you like it to be?”

“Did…Did you like it? Being with me, I mean.”

“Did I like the sex or did I like being with you?”

“Um, both, I guess.”

Eddie rolled on to his side, capturing Steve’s face with his palm, and placed a tender kiss on his lips. After pulling away, he gently ran his thumb along the man’s bottom lip.

“Yes.”

They watched as Arthur’s father screams at his son, Steve glancing towards Eddie as he flinches. While his back is to them, the demon scoots closer to the long-haired boy and delicately pushes some of it behind his ear.

“Are you ok?”, he whispered.

“Yeah. He just reminds me of my dad. It got me thinking if he ever talked to you that way if he found out about us.”, Eddie growled.

Steve softly smiled as he kissed his cheek.

“I love you, Edward.”

“I love you to, Steven.

When you made it to their memories with you, you could barely view them through the haze of your tears. The three weeks they were tied to you they had so many conversations about things they wished they could do with you and show you back home. They constantly talked about how much they loved you and wanted to spend the rest of their lives with you.

A few memories you hadn’t seen with your own eyes did stand out to you. You witnessed Steve tear Noah apart, them murmuring things to each other while EMS came to take your father, and a heated debate the night you asked them to leave you alone when you found out they had lied.

“We should have told her the truth. Now we fucking lost the best person we’ve ever met.”

“Maybe this is good, Steve.”

“What the FUCK are you talking about?!”

“The angrier she is at us the easier it will be for her to let us go. We’re going to lose her anyway.”

“Eddie, I love her! I can’t stand her last memory of us being us breaking her fucking heart.”

“We’re going to break her heart when we disappear!!”, he roared.

Their conversation ceased as they listened to you cry on the other side of the wall.

“That’s our fault, Edward.”

The long-haired demon swallowed the lump in his throat as he quickly looked away.

“I know, Steven.”

The last memory you see is you freeing them before you’re sounded by a white once again.

“You say you love them for who they are but do you really understand what that means?”, the woman by your side muses as she begins to slowly walk around you. “They are killers, Y/N, and violent ones at that. In their world, that was praised as well as their lust for women of their kind. I imagine in the beginning being able to fuck a summoner was something they enjoyed greatly.”

“That was their past. They aren’t like that now.”

“You’re very forgiving. You forgave the man who cheated on you with your coworker while you were at home taking care of your father. Hell, you forgave that coworker and even allowed her to push you around. You forgave the heavens even though you prayed constantly that both your parents would get better and forgave all the people that abandoned you after they got sick. Let me ask you something. How do you know Eddie and Steve aren’t like those other people? How do you know they aren’t taking advantage of you?”

Her intensely beautiful eyes scan you over as you cry harder and shrug.

“Because they’re still here.”

The woman waits patiently for you to collect yourself so you can explain.

“I freed them from their prison and even I thought they would want time alone to travel but they insisted on staying by my side. They found out they could finally go home and I begged them to go back but they knew doing that would mean they couldn’t be with me. I told them to do whatever makes them happy even if that doesn’t involve me yet here they are putting themselves through God knows what because they want to be with me for the rest of their lives. They love me and I love them…EVERY PART of them.”

The woman stops walking and gently smiles in your direction before gesturing towards some double doors.

“I’ll be right in.”

#############

As you walk through, you come face to face with your demon’s hugging each other tightly.

“Oh my god. Look at your face. What happ—“, Steve interrupted himself when his eyes met your swollen, tear-filled one. “Y/N?! Baby, what happened? Are you ok?!”

Your knees buckled and Eddie quickly caught you as he winced himself, falling with you to the floor.

“It’s ok, sweetheart. I know. We’re real, baby. I promise. It’s ok.”

Steve circled his arms around you both, rocking you along with Eddie.

“Everything IS ok.”, the woman from before grins as she glides into the room and sits behind a desk gesturing for you three to sit in the chairs in front. “I’m Mirage by the way. If you couldn’t tell by the name of the realm.”, she grins.

“What did you do to her?”, Steve growls as they both stand and place you behind them.

Pushing them aside, however, you dry your eyes and take a seat, ushering for them to do the same.

“I genuinely am sorry for the pain I caused especially to you, Y/N. You do seem like an extremely kind soul. You have no idea how many people come to me asking for this potion and the kind of people they are. I have to be very careful which is why I push so hard. I’ve only ever met one person I felt deserved this and now I’ve met two.”, she smiles handing you the black bottle. “Keep it safe. A regular human shot glass will keep you alive for a thousand years and make you strong like them. I feel I should also tell you—”

“I can get pregnant.”

Both their eyes whipped in your direction as she sighed, flashing you another soft smile.

“Humans can’t impregnant demons which is why I didn’t say anything to Nancy and Jonathan. If you drink that potion that will now be something to take into account.”

You nodded before laughing under your breath.

“You already know, don’t you? That’s another reason you showed me them being like their dads.”

“You did what?”, Eddie snarled as his hands gripped his chair tighter trying to control himself.

“Would I have survived the birth if you didn’t give me this potion?” Her eyes lock with yours and you can’t help but laugh again. “Sounds like you need some tests of your own if you would knowingly leave a boy without his mother. I did everything I could to keep my parents here and if I had known someone knew a way to save them and didn’t… You should be ashamed of yourself.”

“I live in a universe by myself, sweetheart. I create the world around me and none of it is real. Trust me… I amashamed but we do what we have to do to keep the peace.”

“Yeah, keep telling yourself that.”, you spit as you get to your feet and grab the bottle off her desk. “I want to go home please.”

Steve nods as he quickly creates the portal and guides you both through.

#############

After stepping through, you silently walk towards your car where you three had left it and drove with them to the nearest hotel where you all crashed in bed wrapped tightly in each other’s embrace.

The following morning you and Eddie felt extremely sore, Steve doing everything he could to take care of you both. Throwing his shirt to the side, Eddie waited patiently, flinching when the ice pack touched his body.

“I saw you both die.”, he abruptly announced. “Y/N, you had a knife in your chest…you were…already gone.” Your eyes became glassy as you scooted closer to him when his voice cracked. “The guards were coming and Steve told me to run but…I didn’t. Not this time. They kept hurting me while I faced Chrissy’s dad.”

“In mine, you were still in the stone and Y/N made a new deal with Maeve. It was either she takes your place or join you. Either I lost one of you or…both.”, Steve whispered his last word, clearing his throat before he continued. “I told her to take me. She said I wouldn’t get to say goodbye to Eddie or ever see you guys again. I made the same choice…take me.”

They both glanced your way but you avoided their eyes as you kissed Eddie’s shoulder.

“You said…she showed you us being like our fathers?”, Steve urged.

“She showed me a lot of things…”, you whispered.

“You can tell us, honey. It’s ok.”

“You don’t understand.”

“Help us to, baby.”, Eddie cooed gently as he turned his body to face you.

“I’ve never…been afraid of you. When you first appeared from the stone, I was scared of your appearance but… I saw Elizabeth and you both were happy she killed all those people. Mirage said you were evil…that’s who you were meant to be. Eddie, you grabbed me and hit me…told me I was pathetic and that I was the reason our son was weak.”

The long-haired demon closed his eyes as he tried to control his tears as his body shook beside you.

“I ended up in this study where, Steve, you were going over maps and papers. Y-You said I was bothering you and that I was never going to be good enough if…”

“…you don’t use your fucking brain… Yeah, my dad said that to me and my mom a lot.”

“I’ve never been afraid of you before.”, you repeated as your voice trembled. “I, um, screamed at her and demanded she show me who you really are and allow me to make the choice for myself. I saw everything… you two killed so many beings…”

“It was our job, Y/N.”, Eddie murmured.

“Was it your job to sneak up on defenseless soldiers with your guitar so Steve and Robin could kill them?”, you asked in an angry tone that had both their heads hanging. “Or how about all the demon women you both were with that you disrespected constantly? I wonder how Chrissy and Nancy got so lucky to get the versions of you before you were trapped.”

“Nancy was part of the reason I was like that.”, Steve growled. “No one had ever fucking hurt me the way she did but we were younger, Y/N. All we knew was death and sex especially Eddie and me. You saw how we were raised! Every day was a fucking war while we were there.”

“Did she insinuate that we enjoyed being trapped those first few years because we got to see people get killed and fuck the summoner if we wanted?”, Eddie asked, chuckling sarcastically when you nodded.

“I heard you say it…on your first night.”

“I was trying to calm him down. Truth was we were both terrified but I needed to keep it together for him.”

“You didn’t have to take on that burden, Edward.”

“Yeah, well, I did, Steven.”

“What was your test?” When you didn’t immediately respond, a rumble immitted low from Eddie’s chest as he rose to his feet. “Was it if you would still love us and stay with us if we were those monsters you saw?! If we treated you like trash would stay?!”

Rising to your feet, your chest bumped his as you glared up at him with termination.

“No, it was if I would still be weak like I was with everyone in my life if you two were using me like they had!” You shook your head as you flung your arms in the air angrily. “My ex, Carol, my boss, friends, family that disappeared, hell even fucking Henry thought they could use me because I never said anything! I never fought back! I had already been through so much and each time I got my hopes up even a little bit I got fucked over! The first time I ever fought back was when I saved you two!”

Eddie’s demeanor softened slightly at your admission as you continued.

“You could have left a long time ago…but you haven’t. You could have gone home. I TOLD you to go home but you’re still here. I know you’re not like your dads or even how you were before…everything. I know that because if you were or I thought for one second you didn’t love me…I wouldn’t be here.”

To prove your point, you popped open the bottle of potion and chugged a good amount of it back before putting it back on the dresser.

Cupping your face in his hands, the metalhead pulls you in for a rough kiss that has you both groaning into each other’s mouths. You cringe as the formula runs through you as you cling to his shoulders.

“It’s ok. It doesn’t hurt as bad as last time.”, you grunt through the pain.

“Y/N, I would never hurt you like my dad did. I would never lay my hands on you or Steve like that. I swear, princess. You’re both safe with me.”

“And our son?”

Eddie breathily laughed as he rested his forehead on your own.

“That was real?”

“How do you know, Y/N? How do you know she wasn’t fucking with you?”, Steve asked with a small shake in his voice.

“She could have had you guys say kid or child. In my test you both mentioned our son. I’ve also…seen him…in my dreams.” Standing off the bed, the demon lifts you in his arms and lays you flat on the mattress behind you. “Is that ok? How do you both feel about that?”

Steve passionately kissed your lips, his tongue gliding across your own as the other demon comes to lay beside you as well.

“Scared but ready. Hopefully, he’s more like you than us.”

“In my dream, he had your hair, Edward and Steven’s smile. He was dancing with my mom and having so much fun.”

You started to cry again causing them to panic slightly as both demon’s wrapped their arms tightly around you.

“I’ve never been afraid of you before.”, you repeated again. “I’m sorry. I know it wasn’t real but I didn’t like it. Even worse, I know it was real for you two because you went through that.”

“No reason to be sorry, honey. I’ve been to many different realms but none like that one. Baby, I swear, I will never talk to you, Eddie, or our son like that. I love you three so much. Like he said, you’re safe with us.”

Tenderly moving you onto your back, Eddie kisses your tummy and up your body, kissing the bruising that was beginning to form along the side of your face.

“Me to, princess. I love all three of you.”

Reaching over you, he unbuttoned Steve’s pants and helped him slide them down his legs as you lifted your own over his hip. Changing back into their demon form, they both groaned at the feel of your skin against theirs as Eddie spit into your cunt before taking hold of the other demon’s cock and guiding it into your entrance.

As he slowly thrust into you, your arm circled around his neck and mewled as your fingers ran through his hair while his lips kissed your own.

They were both being incredibly soft with you and you appreciated the change especially with everything that happened. The truth was they needed that just as badly as you did. Both demons thought they had lost you and the other feeling utterly helpless. They needed to feel every part of you and each other to remind themselves that THIS was their reality and not what they were shown.

Placing himself between your legs, Eddie’s tongue flattened as he licked along Steve’s cock as it pumped in and out of you while also taking time to suck and flick the muscle along your clit making you moan.

“Fuck, that feels so fucking good.”, Steve whimpered as he rested his head against the side of yours. “Can you see him, honey? Eddie knows how to take care of us.”, he grunted as quickened his pace.

As you tilted back to kiss him, Steve’s palm tangled in the other demon’s hair, pressing him further into you causing you to pant heavily as you tried to focus in on all the sensations you were feeling.

“Please…please don’t stop.”

“Mmm—cum, pretty girl. Cum on Edward’s tongue, baby.”

After sliding his cock out of you, it was promptly replaced with Eddie’s tongue and expert fingers moving at a blistering pace till you screamed his name as the coil in your tummy snapped while grinding your hips against his motions.

“Good. Good girl.”

They continued whispering praises to you as the metalhead climbed the length of your body and the other demon positioned you more on your side with your back against his chest. Eddie whimpered as he guided himself into your dripping, sensitive core as Steve hissed while pushing his length into your ass.

You desperately clung to them with their heads falling on either side of your nook as they thrust their hips at a slow but firm rhythm. Their eager pants warmed your skin as they pumped their cocks impossibly deep with you, moaning as you dragged your nails down Eddie’s back over his tucked away wings.

As your fingers ran through Steve’s hair and along his horns, they both leaned over you to exchange a kiss as they began pounding into you.

“F-Fuck, please.”

“I know, baby. We—shit—we can feel it. Cum, sweetheart.”

Both demon’s lips attached to your neck as Eddie reached down to massage your clit while your eyes rolled back and whimpered their names. To your surprise (and delight), the long-haired demon came with you, filling you up as your cunt clenched tightly around him.

Steve’s hand clasped around your neck lightly as he chased his high before his rhythm faltered and grunted as he released his seed inside of you.

You did everything you could to keep your eyes open for them but with the heaviness of the day and them making you feel good, the tiredness overtook you as you fell asleep in their embrace.

***

As your eyes opened, you were still in bed at the hotel but you were wearing one of Eddie’s shirts with Steve’s boxers tucked tightly under the covers. Freeing your arms to stretch, an extra weight in the bed moved startling you slightly till you noticed the little head with black curls.

Grinning, you scooted down so your face was level with his as you watched the little demon sleep. Your fingers gently traced along his face making your smile grow when his skin didn’t cause you any pain. Your hand moved along his back, feeling the tiny growth of wings that were beginning to sprout. When he opened his eyes, they were red with a hint of your own color shimmering up at you with nothing but love.

“Hi, mommy.”

Your chest caved in as a cry escaped your throat at the sound of his voice. It wasn’t deep like theirs but soft like your own.

“I’m sowwey, mommy. Did I make you sad?”, he asks as his little hands reach up to dry your eyes.

“No, sweetheart. You didn’t make mommy sad. You’re just so handsome!” When he giggled at your compliment his mouth opened wide like Eddie’s as a loud cackle exuded from him. “How are you, baby? Are you alright?”

He nods, scrunching his little nose in thought.

“Mommy, are my daddy’s nice like you?”

“Of course, honey. Why do you ask?”

“I only know you.”, he responds as he touches your stomach. “An granma an granpa.”, he chuckles as he points at the light outside of the window.

You try to contain your tears of joy so you don’t frighten him again.

“I wanna meet dem but they don’t have a door like you.”, he says as he points to your forehead.

“Yeah, your mommy’s weird.”

“No, mommy!”, he laughs making you smile.

“Do you want me to tell them something for you?”

The small demon’s nose scrunches again as he thinks.

“Tell dem Ellis says I love you!”

Your eyes flutter open as light pours into window of the hotel and you feel gentle hands running along your arms.

“Hey, princess. You alright? You were kind of mumbling in your sleep.”

“I saw him again… our son.” Steve lifts his head and rests his cheek on your shoulder from behind you. “He looks like both of you. How can that be?”, you whisper.

“Honestly, baby, this is kind of out of bounds for us. If we had known you drinking that would have gotten you pregnant… I guess like Maeve said, ‘When you meddle in the abstract…’”, Eddie murmured back as he caressed your face.

“Maybe someone back home would know. I mean maybe the little buttheads can find something.”, Steve teases making the two of you laugh softly. “Tell us more about him, Y/N; our son.”

After describing what you saw, they both smile as they paint a picture of him in their heads.

“I wish I could talk to him to.”

“He said he’s tried but you two don’t have a ‘door’ like I do.”, you emphasis by tapping your forehead. “I guess that’s a unique way to explain my gift. He wanted me to tell you something. He said, ‘Tell them Ellis says I love you.’”

At the mention of his name both your demon’s locked eyes as Eddie released a heavy exhale.

“Baby, when we were trapped, we talked a lot about so many different things. One night, I asked Eddie if we ever had kids what would their names be. I told him I didn’t have any preference because I don’t have any family I’m really close to except him even before. He said if it was a girl, Elizabeth, because that was his mother’s name. If it was a boy—”

“Ellis because it’s close to that. Fuck…”, he cried as you tilted forward to kiss his lips. “You guys didn’t have to do that. Y/N has family and stuff we could have named him after.”

“We can do that next time.”

Again, his head shot up to look your way.

“Y-You’d want more kids with us?”

“I mean, yeah. I’m not exactly sure if I can after this one. Like you said this is new territory but if we can…”

Both demon’s cling to you like little kids as they smile and kiss your face.

“So, now I get to see your home?”

“Yeah, baby, you do.”

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Can you do rusty nail x male reader

❝road side rescue❞

✭ pairing : rusty nail x male reader

✭ fandom : slashers, joyride

✭ summary : here’s a little look into the life of rusty and his partner met

✭ authors note : no lie all these requests pouring in are becoming overwhelming :( don’t get me wrong I’m happy I’m getting them but it’s like they coming in back to back and it scares me that I won’t have enough time for myself and my own writing ideas

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The rhythmic hum of the tires on the asphalt was the only sound that accompanied (m/n) on his journey down south to visit his beloved Nana and Pa. He'd been driving for hours, the open road stretching out before him like an endless ribbon of possibilities. The radio played a soft country tune, setting the mood for the picturesque drive through the countryside.

Just when (m/n) was lost in thought, the tranquility of the moment was shattered by a loud, unmistakable "pop." His car shuddered as he instinctively gripped the steering wheel. (M/n)’s heart sank as he realized what had just happened - a flat tire. He cursed under his breath, pulling over to the side of the road.

"Damn it," he muttered, frustration welling up. He gave the steering wheel a few frustrated thumps with his palm, as if it would magically fix the situation. But the sky above had different plans. Dark clouds rolled in, and within moments, the heavens opened up, drenching (m/n) and his car.

With a sigh, (m/n) reached for the car's radio. He figured he might as well try to call for help. He fiddled with the dial until he found a frequency that wasn't just static.

"Hello? Can anyone hear me?" (M/n) spoke into the microphone, his voice crackling through the speakers.

Silence hung in the air for a moment, and (m/n) was beginning to lose hope when a voice finally responded from the other end, "Hey there, buddy, what seems to be the problem?"

(M/n) was relieved to hear a friendly voice. "I'm stuck on the side of the road," he explained, "my car's tires popped, and I don't have a spare. I'm on my way to visit my Nana and Pa, and I can't leave them waiting."

The voice on the other end sounded thoughtful. "Well, that's no good. What kind of car are you driving?"

(M/n) leaned over and peered at the emblem on the steering wheel. "It's a classic [brand]."

There was a pause, and then the voice responded, "You won't believe it, but I've got the same car. I can swing by my place, grab you a spare tire, and help you out."

Gratitude washed over (m/n). "That would be a lifesaver! Thank you so much. By the way, what's your name?"

The voice on the other end chuckled. "You can call me Rusty Nail."

(M/n) couldn't help but smile at the unique nickname. "Alright, Rusty Nail, I really appreciate your help. I'll wait here for you."

As the rain poured down and the minutes passed, (m/n) couldn't help but wonder about the mysterious stranger who had come to his rescue.

(M/n) sat in his car, the rain drumming relentlessly on the roof. The minutes dragged on as he waited for the mysterious Rusty Nail, who had promised to rescue him from his flat tire predicament. The radio continued to play softly in the background, its soothing tunes doing little to ease (m/n)’s impatience.

Suddenly, the sound of a roaring engine filled the air, and (m/n) looked up to see a massive truck pulling up beside him. Out from the driver's seat, a man jumped with an agility that defied his trucker image. The rain poured down on him, but he didn't seem to mind as he approached (m/n)’s window.

(M/n)’s heart raced as the man knocked on the window. Despite the rain clouding his vision, he could make out the stranger's imposing build. The sight of the man made him blush, though he wasn't sure why.

"You the fellow from the radio?" the man asked, his voice gruff yet friendly.

(M/n) swallowed hard, feeling a bit flustered. "Y-yes, that's me," he replied, his voice trembling slightly.

The stranger extended a hand through the open window, and (m/n) took it, feeling the warmth of the man's palm. The rain continued to pour, and (m/n) held up a big flashlight to illuminate the area as the stranger got to work fixing the tire.

With practiced efficiency, the man changed the flat tire with a spare, his muscles flexing under his soaked shirt. (M/n) couldn't help but steal glances, admiring the man's backside. He quickly averted his gaze when he realized he'd been caught staring.

After finishing the task, the man leaned against the car's hood, a smug smirk on his face. "Aren't you going to thank your savior?" he teased, his tone playful.

(M/n)’s cheeks turned a deeper shade of red as he stammered out a grateful, "Th-thank you."

The man chuckled, a deep and hearty sound. "Don't mention it, kid. Just doing my good deed for the day."

Realizing he hadn't introduced himself, (m/n) felt a pang of embarrassment. "I'm sorry, I never go to tell you my name."

The man waved it off with a dismissive gesture. "Don't sweat it. I already know your name."

Mark blinked in surprise. "How?"

The man simply grinned, his eyes twinkling with amusement. "Let's just say I have my ways. You take care now." With that, he turned and walked back to his truck, his broad shoulders disappearing into the rain-soaked night.

As the truck rumbled to life and drove away, (m/n) was left sitting in his car, still slightly bewildered by the encounter. Who was this enigmatic man named Rusty Nail, and how did he know his name?

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magicalgirlagency · 11 months ago

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*Quielty manifesting from your shadow* Hey, can I ask you a question?

How would you rewrite the YuYuYu series (main story + spinoffs)? There aren't much fix-it fanfic for it, and the ones that do exist are all dead fics by now. I'm intending on writing a fix-it au myself, taking main inspiration from pretty cure and random Rival's songs. However, as I don't have much skills in writing and I don't have time either (my country schools is a bunch of monster honestly), I was hoping to find some way to cope with my pain after watching all of the yuyuyu seasons (even the horrid 3rd season).

Since you've already save the Hero Club and some of the other Heroes from the show... How about rewriting the series as a whole? To channel all your spite at how shitty the Taisha and the God tree of pedophiles *Shinju-sama* are?

Thanks for listening to/reading my questions. Here's you shadow back

*Return back into my Void to give back your shadow*

Oh, boy... it's been a while. I may be a little rusty, so I apologize in advance if anything's off...

Alright, before we get started, I'd like to point out some things about this reboot:

NO post-apocalyptic world. It'll be set in the present day, with all of the other countries and continent still intact;

NO ableism. The other heroines won't lose their body parts while fighting;

NO magically-healing disabilities. Tougo will be a wheelchair user from beginning to end, and her magic will properly accomodate her disability;

NO nationalism/militarism. The themes in this reboot will be environmental/ecological;

NO sexualization of minors. 'Nuff said.

With that out of the way, let's get this show on the road:

The Shinju/Divine Tree is an ancient mystic tree of unfathomable power that sustains the whole world. Unfortunately, due to humanity's carelessness, it's defenses have been weakened, giving the Taisha an opportunity to strike.

The Taisha are an evil cult; the very personification of humanity's greatest sins (greed, industrialization, deflorestation, etc...). Their goal is to seize the Shinju and its powers all to themselves, so they can bring forth a New World Order.

And to ensure that no one dares to stop their plans of conquest, they create the monstruous Vertexes, kaiju-sized beasts that were concieved through dark magic to cleanse the world of its impurities. In desperation, the Shinju spreads its magic seeds throughout the world, in search of young pure-hearted and well-intentioned humans to make them bloom.

In Japan, lives a young girl named Yuuki Yuuna. Lively, energetic a little bit scatterbrained, she inspires herself in the ideals of heroes, so she joins an after-school club called the Hero Club with other four girls, dedicating themselves to do community services for their beloved town.

Until one day, she stumbles accross a goofy and chunky cow-looking creature that introduces themselves as Fairy/Spirit born from the Shinju. They alert Yuuna of the Taisha's schemes and gift her with a compact mirror known as a Terminal, that allows her to transform and communicate with other Guardians.

The plot twist is that the other members of the Hero Club were already granted with their own Fairies and Terminals, and they were eagerly waiting for the newbie Yuuna to be blessed with her own powers so they could explain to her the whole story to her.

And so, the whole story is about Yuuna meeting several other Guardians and going on a journey learning what it really means to be a hero.

I was personally inspired by Puella Magi Magia Record, HeartCatch PreCure and Healin' Good PreCure when I wrote this draft. You may as use this as a base for your concept, if you please!

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booniesoil · 11 months ago

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Alright Actually I'm not going to extend this decision any longer and say this is my quitting message for Tumblr. I've come across things that make me a little ill already too many times and I feel like I'd just be saving myself alot from just not spending time on this website, which I've had bad experiences with even before I joined- Not gonna mourn it Lol I came here for 1 purpose and it's been fulfilled.

Sad mission FANDOM AWARDS:

Awards for the fandoms I've interacted with on this app

As a note, I am never a part of fandoms (outside of my friends'), I never intend to create mutuals or follow people, just post and see stuff, and my awards are just from my personal experience and may not reflect the whole fandoms themselves. I'm also not going to be explaining these. THE AWARDS 🏆

Kindest fandom - PATAPON ♥️♥️.

Least scary/ most tame fandom - Rusty lake

Best art - YOU ALREADY KNOW IT its psychonauts.

Smallest, and thus most like I'm interacting with a group of friends - Dead Head Fred

Least upsetting posts - Rusty lake Again 🙏

Best fan characters - PATAPON

Coolest stuff to show - Medievil. For sure. Psychonauts is a Second with how much amazing concept art there is to show, but Medievil has game clips, cut content, cheat codes, fanart, posters ads and promotional material all on Tumblr. And while not on Tumblr Moonboye's "Dan's Dance Revolution" definitely tops this

Best taste - This isn't based on the game the fandoms are based on, just best taste of the fandom within it. But Patapon.

Funniest - Psychonauts because my posts on it were funny as fuck. I hope you all enjoyed "Truman Zanotto callout post", I had a blast drawing and writing it, I'm really glad people gave it a read, liked it, and reacted so positively to it, it feels nice to connect to people who enjoy Psychonauts through my own interpretation of the game despite not being apart of that fandom, I still do recommend Compton Boole Personality theory. PEACE

Best overall experience - Rusty lake. Not a single aggressive or upsetting post. To be honest, I'd assume a series like Rusty Lake would bring up an "unhinged" (not using that positively) fandom through it's aesthetic pandering, all the murder, people being fans of the serial killer character, and although I did not dig in too hard in fear of it, everything I've seen was just heartwarming of a community.

That's all

#cycle nauts

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stardustonstage515 · 20 days ago

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Broken and Blue

To My Beloved Jack,

Just a few lines tonight—

How is my baby doing right now?

Today has been a hard day for me,

But I try to believe it’ll get better somehow.

It’s so quiet without your laughter, honey.

I sure wish I could have seen you today.

Maybe I can see you tomorrow.

Did you know I sobbed when they took you away?

I was so shocked,

I had to stop my car and cry.

A couple of policemen were concerned;

I looked funny with Maybelline streaming down my eyes.

I just said I was sad,

And they offered to take me home,

Which was very nice and all,

But I told them no.

Oh and by the way, I don’t know any new news,

Because nothing happens anymore.

Celebrities divorce and politicians fight—

It’s nothing you haven’t heard before.

Do you still think I'm still good-looking, honey?

Because now I am haggard and spent. Even Miss America would look ragged If she followed the pace that I went.

I have had the blues so bad all day,

I could lie right down and die.

But I know the moment your hand touches my face again,

I will feel fresh and new and bright.

Even when all my best years are spent,

I will always have your back.

You could be in there for life,

and I’d still be waiting, Jack.

Let’s see,

As of late, I’ve been looking for work.

Maybe at a cafe or bar or office—

Whatever will distract me from my hurt.

I swear I’m going crazy, honey.

As crazy as a nuthouse rat!

And for a moment,

I even wanted to shoot myself with your old .45 gat.

I can’t find a point in living, honey—

At least not without you.

So when you get this letter,

Please tell me what to do.

Sugar, if you’re good, you might get out sooner,

And then you’d have a clean slate.

When you come back home to me,

I know that you’ll go straight.

I sure do hate to write, sweetheart,

For I feel oh-so blue tonight.

But you must be feeling even worse, locked inside that rusty cell,

So I really hope you’re alright.

They expect me to be gay all the time;

Smiling as others do.

But I am drowned in my depression,

And my soul cries out for you.

Darling, I hope you always smile,

Because it kills me to see that look on your face.

Whenever I have to leave you,

It just makes me more compelled to stay.

The prison guards treated me real nicely,

Because they know I’ve suffered so.

The love of my life is trapped behind bars,

Which leaves me all alone.

Honey, I write books to you,

And only get back little notes.

But gee, how I love to get them—

I’ve memorized every word you wrote.

I might never be Cole Porter, dear,

But I’m trying to write you little rhymes.

You said you like to read them,

And that’s what makes it worth my time.

When you return to me someday, Though you haven’t a cent to give, I'll forgive all the hell that you’ve caused me And love you as long as I live.

People are calling you a crook,

And I can’t say I don’t agree,

But I think the greatest crime you ever committed

Was stealing my heart from me.

One of my girlfriends said, “Don't let him tell you he’ll reform; I’ve yet to know a man who’s gone back.

There is no hope left for him;

He has already lost the track.”

You may be a criminal, Jackie,

But you’re my other half.

You can always make me smile,

And my God, you make me laugh.

Betty asked if I still write to you,

And I said, “Of course I do!”

Then she asked me why,

And I told her it’s because I love you through and through.

Nothing can ever change that,

No matter what you do.

You could commit murder and yet,

Heaven knows I’d still be here for you.

She told me I was crazy, Because it’d been months since you’d gone away. But I smiled at her and said, “He will be back some day.”

Oh, my dear, sweet Jack—

I’d trade places any day.

That way you can go enjoy your life

While I slowly waste away.

A man can break any law, And world will still open up its door.

Yet a girl who has loved unwisely—

Well, she is forever labeled a whore.

Why did you have to get yourself into this situation?

It’s so unfair to me.

Your mother and I are trying to get your sentence shortened

So that in six years, you can go free.

I never did mean to love you,

But you can’t control who you love, as I’ve heard it said.

It’s such a simple truth,

But we womenfolk can’t seem to get it into our heads.

Well, baby, what more is there for me to say here?

You already know I love you more than anything on earth.

Unfortunately, it seems to me that there’s nothing of interest to you in this letter,

Because I don’t think my ramblings have much worth.

I hope I feel different tomorrow;

It’d be nice to feel a little better.

It’s not so much to ask—

And perhaps then, I can write a sensible letter.

Tell all the other inmates hello,

And not to be discouraged.

Someday, when those jailbirds get out again,

I have faith that they will flourish.

You could get a job in the city,

Assuming we live there still.

Everyone else might forget about you,

But you can bet I never will.

The outside world is a swell place,

And I will prove it to you someday.

I wish we could just be happy,

Like the other boys and girls our age.

Try not to worry, my love;

I do enough of that for us both.

And please don’t be mad about what I said at your trial—

I’m not about to lie under oath.

I’m just going to patiently grow into an old woman,

Friendless and tired of living—

Until the day you get out,

And we can have our fresh beginning.

Please don’t consider this letter preaching,

And do pardon my mistakes.

But if you’re not going change once your sentence is over, tell me,

So that I can simply head to the graveyard and wait.

In the end, crime is a losing game,

And I wish you’d never played.

You’re not cut out to be any tough old gangster or dirty convict—

Why, you’re just a poor kid who needs some aid.

I intended to write you a short letter,

But you probably need something to pass the hours away.

I will try to see you soon, babe.

I miss you more and more each day.

I can’t afford to visit too often,

But I promise I’ll come when I can.

I know it sounds pathetic, hon,

But you’ll always be my man.

It’s only sixteen years to serve, sugar—

Then we can be together.

We can get married in the old church,

And we’ll have our own little forever.

This is like a weary winter

Which me must get through to see the spring.

For the woods are always bare and cold

Right before the bluebirds sing.

Well, we all wish you the best of luck,

And think that happiness will come in time.

And, sugar, no matter what,

Know that you’re always on my mind.

While skies may look gray without you,

I know they’ll again be blue and bright.

And after you’ve done your time,

I’ll cling to you like the stars to the night.

Well, I don’t have anything left to say.

In fact, I’ve said too much.

I think I’ll hit the hay,

And probably dream about your touch.

I miss you and I love you,

And I hope to see you soon.

—From your lonesome baby,

Who is all tired and broken and blue.

Written by me, probably 2020. Inspired by letters Blanche Caldwell Barrow sent to Marvin “Buck” Barrow and letters and poems by Bonnie Parker to or about Clyde Barrow. Some phrases or anecdotes come from them and the style is very similar.

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spittenvibes · 2 years ago

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Big Surprise in a Small Package || Young Constellations P.3

Word count: 1,621

A/N: I worte this when I was 14 and haven't touched it since so there is alot that I would write differently now. Regardless hope the 3rd chapter of this story is interesting!

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As soon as the group had gotten off Mars everything somehow became still, the sort of still that makes you want to whisper when there is no reason to, which only put Mira on edge, as she had found that, although in space, the law, “If something can go wrong it will.” still holds every bit as true. The only thing left that could go wrong would be with Quib, so she went to go check on him.

Quib was sitting at a small round metal table by the back of the control room, mindlessly polishing a jar with a small smile on his face. Mira couldn't decide if this was good or bad for him. Mira had not really even meant to bring him with her. But at least her degree in psychology might finally be of some use. Now, don't misinterpret this, a degree in psychology is nothing to laugh at, no, the main thing was that being a fugitive in space doesn't attract very many patients. And in normal circumstances, you shouldn't have any relation to the patient, but this wasn't a normal situation, or at least she hoped it wasn't. so she had to improvise.

“So, how are you?” Mira asked, trying a little too hard to sound friendly.

This got Quib to stop polishing the jar, and sarcastically replied, “Oh you know, I'm doing just fine. I woke up, took a stroll down the city, helped a seemingly innocent stranger find her way, got chased by assassins trying to kill said stranger, and ended up getting kidnapped by her as an attempt to save me. But enough about me, how are you?"

“Right,” Mira was a little rusty and the odd situation did not help her any either “sorry about that.”

“Hmf,” was the only thing Quib said back, before continuing to polish the jar, now slightly more vigorously.

So Mira decided to go a different route and ask about the jar Quib kept going back to, because it could be important for his mental health, and definitely not because Mira was super curious about it.“ So... what's in that jar?”

“ I don't know” Quib said, already annoyed.

“What do you mean you don't know?” Mira asked, persistent.

Quib was almost offended by the idea that he was lying. “I mean, I don't know, it's, just a thing that I picked up,”

Mira leaned in a little to try to get a look at what was inside, the jar in question was full of something that glimmered slightly under the harsh lighting as pinks, purples and blues flowed throughout, but no matter its beauty. A sealed jar full of who knows what, is no longer just comfort, it could be dangerous.“Alright, just, don't open it”

Mira was worn out and needed time to think. whatever is in the jar didn't seem like something that needed to be dealt with at that minute. Mira walked over to the controls at the front of the ship and pressed a couple of buttons putting the ship in level one lockdown, that way Quib wouldn't be able to start driving, and so Mira could keep an eye on what he was doing.“I'll be down in my study, if you need anything ask the ship first”

And with that, Mira headed down the stairs and off to her study to lay down for a bit.

Mira had not only piqued Quibs interest in the jar, he was feeling quite spiteful. The jar had never seemed odd to Quib. there were lots of little knick knacks around when he was in the OST and this had just been another one, but now it could be a tool, or at least take his mind off things for the time being. At first he decided to just watch it, and when it didn't do anything Quib opened the jar, still nothing. he had nothing better to do so he put their finger in it. the goop was almost the same temperature as the air around it, and Quib could feel it swirling around him finger. Quib pulled him finger out of the goop. there was no residue left over. he looked at the jar again and nearly jumped at the sight of a pinky purpley eye staring up at them. the goop started swirling with color. In a panic, Quib closed the jar as fast as he could.

“Umm, ship?” Quib said through heavy breathing, his heart almost in his throat. Nothing happened.

“Uhh ship… hello”

At the front of the ship a holophone flashed on, showing a concerned Mira.“What's up Quib?” Mira asked, in a calm, nonchalant tone, even though she was fearing the worst.

Quib couldn't think of anything to say.“Ummmmm” he said, stalling for an explanation.

Mira had no idea what was happening, but she knew Quib wasn’t going to tell her. she wasn't going to take any chances.“I'm coming up, ok?”

The jar was swirling with all sorts of colors, and Quib was just standing there, as if saying, “What? I didn't do anything.”

“You opened it didn't you,”

Quib really didn't like being accused, whether or not it was justified.“It hasn't done anything, well, other than this that is” Quib gestured towards the now slightly calmer jar.

Mira couldn't understand how her passenger was so calm holding a jar full of whatever that is, it didn't matter, if that thing exploded the only place on the ship that would be safe would be the containment cell.

“Give it to me”

“Why?” Quib still wanted to know what this was and wasn't going to let this stranger ruin his chance at knowing.

“I'm not going to do anything but put it in the containment cell, you can even go in there with it if you want” it was the best thing Mira could do, she couldn't land, it was still too soon after the whole Mars ordeal.

Quib gave in, “Fine.”

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Mira input the code to open the metal cell door. Quib went in and put the jar on the floor before opening it again, then the two went to the main room to view it. It didn't take long for the eye to appear again. Mira watched in awe as the thing looked around the small metal room. It glanced around one more time before knocking the jar over, sliding out, and taking the shape of… a person? Mira and Quib, were now both standing just inches from the one-way glass of the cell, amazed by what they were seeing. It had a human shape, standing about 4 feet tall, with baby pink skin and even lighter hair, its eyes were the colors of the galaxy, and it was, blushing? Blues and purples flowed across its face as it slid down the wall to sit on the ground.

Mira was the first to say anything.“What, is it?”

Quib replied in awe, but still with their usual snippy attitude

“Once again, I don't know”

Quib had seen a lot of different sentient beings, but nothing like this. Even the lab raids never had this kind of thing.

Mira snapped out of her intrigue, realizing that this was a living thing with thoughts, feelings, and presumably needs.“How long has it been in that jar, Quib?”

“How am I supposed to know, I didn't put it in there.” Quib wasn't even really supposed to have it.

“Then what do we do?” Mira said, trying to stay calm and collected, but obviously flustered.

In the OST it was the psychologists that dealt with this sort of stuff, all Quib did was go out on missions.“No idea, i'm not a phycologist”

Mira knew what right thing to do was.“Fine, but you’re coming with me”

Mira grabbed Quib by the arm and dragged him to the door before he had a chance to answer, that way, Mira wouldn't have time to change her mind. As soon as Mira opened the door to the cell the thing moved to be as far away as possible, it turned an almost gray color, with Pinks, purples, and blues spreading across its face, its form trembling.

“We are not going to hurt you.” Mira said as she took a careful step forward.

“No more experiments?” it questioned in a very soft voice.

Mira could hear fear in its voice but that may be due more to the difficulty it was having keeping its form together. “What is it talking about?” Mira asked Quib with genuine concern.

Quib was annoyed by how much Mira thought he knew, he knew just as much as Mira did.“I don't know”

“Quib, are you sure you don't have any idea what it could be talking about?” Mira pleaded.

Quib realized how desperate Mira was and thought for a minute before saying “well, it could be from a lab raid I guess, but nothing came from jars as far as I know, that's all I can think of”

“What raids? What are you talking about?” Mira questioned

Quib didn't know if he wanted to tell Mira about them. the lab raids had been some of the biggest ones in the OSTs history, and the most recent, there had been smaller ones since then but nothing super noteworthy came out of those. “Before I joined the OST, there had been a huge lab raid, the most experiments ever saved at one time, but like I said there wasn't anything like this”

There was nothing else to do, mira didn't have enough information and wasn't going to put her ship in danger.

“Im going to do some research on this”

#Young Constellations #spitten #Mira #Quib #original fiction #original work #original story

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ficsnroses · 3 years ago

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—𝑾𝒉𝒂𝒕 𝑳𝒐𝒗𝒆𝒓𝒔 𝑫𝒐. 𝑱𝒐𝒉𝒏 𝑾𝒊𝒄𝒌 𝒙 𝑹𝒆𝒂𝒅𝒆𝒓—

prompt: wrapping your arms around your s/o from behind, quietly whispering ‘come back to bed’.

summary: you enjoy a soft, stolen moment with john in the kitchen early morning, just a week before his birthday. 3.3k words.

warnings: domestic fluff! light smut discussion. john the dreamy husband :’) x f! reader.

notes: hi friends!! I haven’t posted in like a month and I feel a little rusty so please please do be kind to me, I really need it. I wanted to have something out for Keanu/John’s birthday, and the inspiration struck me when I least expected. hope this is alright! <3 please do leave some kind words if you read and enjoy, its the only thing that makes me wanna write again. ilysm:)

Its an odd thing, to think someone so precious had once been a stranger.

Strange, to remember that there had never been a conscious choice. Somethings are simply meant to be, written into the folds of the universe. The way mountains stand tall, they way the wind flows and the ocean tides current. Some things were always meant to happen, and simply continue in second nature.

The same way he now crumbles at the sight of your curving lips. The same way your heart pulses when his skin touches yours, the same way his heart skips a beat when you’re near. Every part of you was simply meant to find him; couldn’t be stopped, couldn’t be halted.

And now you do, what lovers do.

John hadn’t wished for a life like this, he hadn’t prayed, never asked. He’d simply presumed something good hadn’t been written into the stars for him. Simply accepted that life often has a way of shaping out to be more tragic than beautiful. Hands that hold knives and guns do not hold softer, warmer ones in return. But some things are simply meant to happen, determined from the beginning, written into the cosmos.

Maybe some wounds never heal, but something better, often grows in place.

Forever and always, he’ll take you by the hand

—to do what lovers do.

There’s a pleasant ache between your legs.

A longing so deep you feel the pulse of him even still, from the night prior.

Whispers, melting,

—voices. Your voices, sighing, sighing, and sighing.

You adore the way he makes you his. As if with each movement, he declares of smaller piece of you written along him forever. As if each twitch of his lips against yours thanks the sky for giving him you.

It fades into the early morning air, your thoughts focused and remembering the way he loved you just a mere few hours ago. It fades into the dark coffee cup you absentmindedly stir, clamouring and clinking with each subtle twist of your wrist.

It fades into the morning gray, remembering warm voices, your lips shaping his name and his crafted on yours. You’d known the term ‘making love’ before John. You’d thrown it around, knew the meaning and what it enticed.

But it was John who gave the term meaning. It was with John; the first time you’d ever truly made love with someone. Ever understood how close you truly have to be to share a kiss, how much your skin has to touch to allow someone’s manhood to curl between your thighs. How vulnerable you have to be to allow tears to slip from how much, how well, and how deep he loves you.

Only him. Only ever him.

Only him, you want to leave that delicious ache between your legs.

Jonathan Wick is a dream, one you have the pleasure to call yours, and yours alone forever.

((Stirring, stirring, and stirring))

It’s earnest, when a pair of strong arms lazily curl around you like irons, encapsulated and curving a smile when you feel his warm chest pressed to the arc of your back. A kiss presses to the crown of your head, and you instinctually lean back into his touch.

You hadn’t noticed the chill lingering in the open kitchen air, a dire contrast sharp when the warmth of his embrace ignites a compliment of goosebumps on your skin. A warm giggle rolls up your throat, and softer hands gently trickle down to hold his arms that hold you in return. “May I help you, Mr. Wick?” you reply slyly with a deliberate hum.

He doesn’t respond right away, only his slow and steady lips on your neck do. Large arms only clutch you a little tighter, and you feel a simmering happiness in your veins when his chest vibrates against your back, a gentle hum flowing when he presses a soft kiss just to the silky curve behind your ear. “Come back to bed?”

Your heartbeat still spikes when he asks to have you near.

John’s stubble pleasantly tickles against your skin, but you’ve grown accustomed to it nonetheless. Before you, the steam of your morning dark roast hazes as it melts into the air above, and your soft whisper hazes too, quiet and subtle in the morning serene. “Good morning to you too.”

John holds you tight still, nonchalant with his endeavour, a roadmap of love painting to your neck.

He savours each movement. Each inch, his lips appreciative.

The sounds of his lips gently moving, so soft, so delicate, they offer the smallest echoes, quiet notes of wet lips loving along your skin. They send butterflies amid your body, the feeling of his hands dipping into the hem of your shirt only intensifying your closeness.

His voice is quiet, tender when he whispers a soft ‘I love you’ into your skin. Murmurs, voice impossibly soft. So quiet, you can hear the notes of sleepiness in his tone. You’d have never heard it if he hadn’t been etched to your body.

Heartache. It’s a beautiful thing to miss someone when they haven’t even left yet.

John Wick makes your heart ache, even after the years of being only his, the wonderful memories. A tale of the perfect husband and a wife who adores him. A man who loves, and is loved by his wife.

The beautiful hum of a grey fall morning whispers outside, a quiet pelt of gentle rain drumming terrain.

John savours these moments. He hums delicately, deep baritone yet light all at once, and the way his fingers ever so slightly trail your bare skin underneath the light cotton of your shirt sends a jolt of bliss erupting in your veins. His fingers gently trail lower, barely dipping into the waistband of your pajama bottoms as his lips continue their venture on your neck. He keeps them there— intimate, close; his thumbs softly offering smooth circles to the bare skin of your mid.

It wasn’t sexual, wasn’t a plea for you to turn and offer yourself to him in return.

John often simply does these little things—it’s the intimacy he craves; the closeness he exudes that makes your heart skip a beat, or two. Simple gestures he conducts solely to remind you that you are the very breath in his lungs. His adoration, his love. Your hand gently raises and you reach behind to thread your fingers in his midnight strands, and the taste in your mouth sweetens with your silky smile.

John’s breath is hot against your nape when he leaves a small kiss there, and you softly lace your fingers in a grateful massage to his scalp. Softly kneading, pads of your fingers smoothing, threading gently in your husband’s thick locks. John buries his nose in the dip of your neck, simply breathing in the familiar scent. His favourite scent, one that declares itself home deep within his bones.

Its electrifying, living in this little world with him. Your own personal paradise; you note the way he sways you so slightly, so gently and so faintly, just enough to brew that familiar light fluttery feeling gently exhilarating through your head. You feel his stubble through the light cotton of your shirt just to the top of your shoulder blade, and his muscles tense and relax when you offer small, gentle strokes to the lax skin of his bare arms.

A moment to yourselves.

Quiet.

A long pause.

Only yours.

Then, a ring. A vibration and a tune. You hesitate, and John laces his hands with yours that rest to your mid while your eyes slip closed and you whisper. “My mom is calling.”

You adore her. But this little stolen moment to yourselves is precious. This little symphony, the way his hold feels unfairly safe around you, warm and inviting.

“Pick it up, sweetheart.” It’s a low and deep return, soft and light all at once. It washes over you like the rays of the sun, his voice. It ignites a flutter in your heart when he calls you that name.

Steadily, you answer the call with your spare, one hand still laced with John’s as his thumb brushes soft circles to the top of your palm. His lips seek still, comfortable and inquisitive as he practically drinks you in, savouring that soft spot between the curve of your neck that he’d so familiarly memorized. “Hi mum,” you answer, corners of your lips curling in a delightful smile when you hear her voice on the other end.

Cheery and brimmed with love. “Hi hun, how are you?”

John’s spare hand still rests to your bare hip inside your shirt, and you relish in the simmering soak of warmth that filters into your skin.

You think these hands have quite literally touched every single inch of your bare skin.

Every part of you remembers him.

Your voice is light, and you lean into the heat of John’s mouth. “I’m good, mum. How are you feeling?”

You delight in her happiness, shimmer in her tone. “I’m wonderful!” The phone rests to the marble countertop, highlighted on speaker tone. “Is Jonathan home?”

Those words ignite a low laugh, and goosebumps explode across your skin as you deliberately lean back into his hold. John wastes little time, resting his cheek to the side of your head as he answers. “Hi mum.” His voice is rich, soothing as it wraps around you like a blanket of calm. “We miss you, you’ve gotta come visit soon!”

The perfect husband. He’s a dream come true, this mountain you call yours.

There’s a ring in her tone, charmed and chortling faintly. “I miss you too, darling. What are you two doing? I heard the weather in New York is grey today.”

A pause.

Then, a light swallow with the realization sinking in.

You feel the weight of John’s manhood on your back, just above the rear of your love handles.

And it’s sending a buzz electrifying inside your veins. John still rests his chin against the juncture between your neck and shoulder as he presses your body into his chest, and his breath is still hot and lingering when he speaks. “Well, we just woke up. I’m home for the weekend so—”

Sharp and swift when you cut him off. Like a string being cut. “Actually mom, I’ll call you back in thirty okay?” was your hasty return, John’s brows arch in thread with a curious slant of his head, and he turns his gaze to your head in attempt to wonder. “I love you, I’ll speak to you in a bit.”

End call.

You turn in John’s embrace, only to be met with those dark eyes and the comfortable look of his morning hair ruffled. Sleep notes in his eyelids ever so slightly, and the curiosity pleats in his forehead as his arms tighten around your waist once again. John’s grip fastens on you once amore, sinking into the skin firmly yet never painfully. “Why’d you hang up so soon?”

Your arms gather around his neck, pulling your love closer as you lean back, and his palms easily collect your weight when he shifts you to rest on the countertop behind. He stands between your legs as he holds you still, and your arms stay in sanctuary around his shoulders when you pull him closer; the gesture reassuring.

For the first time this morning you finally see him.

Mocha locks thick and messily strewn across his forehead. A nimble pepper of freckles rests across just where his nose arcs, and the gentle pink to his warm cheeks is one that makes you shiver. Smitten, you cup John’s perfectly groomed cheek in your palm when you lean down, offering a soft kiss to the arch of his jaw. “I didn’t wanna share.” A grin, and the way his palms tighten on your skin makes you melt. “Guess I was enjoying the undivided attention.”

Laughter rolls up in his chest, rich and carefree with that morning rasp. You feel a light tingle at your skin through the intensity of his regard, and the way his expression is serene and untroubled as he holds you, smile softening.

You adore that smile of his— a sight that you declare your own. Your heart gives a little jolt when he smiles like this. When those beautiful laugh lines that kiss the corner of his eyes crinkle. There was such a simple comfort to be held by him like this, and to hold him in return. A comfort so warm that it felt capable of wiping every bad thing from the world for a least a little while.

You and him.

Only ever you and him.

John grins dreamily, and you giggle when he draws you closer, nuzzling his head into the valley of your chest. He leaves a soft kiss there, relishing in the warmth that exudes your skin.

You make him feel safe, too.

You make him feel like there is no bad in the world.

Fingers delicate and slow, you gently knead through his hair, offering small and soft strokes across his scalp while he hugs you, face buried in your chest. The moment is tender, and you press the side of your cheek to his head as your eyes slip shut, smiling eagerly when a pleasant sound bubbles at the back of his throat. Kissing lightly to his hair, John delights in the gentle rise and fall of your chest, and the way you too hold him with such careful affection, fingers lazily tracing the bold muscles to his back. He only sinks into you further, and you feel it in his bones. His unwillingness to be parted from you.

“You are so needy.” was your cheeky whisper into his midnight tresses.

You love how sweet John is in the mornings. Sleepily wanting you, just wishing to be near.

He doesn’t answer; only his rich chuckle and easy breaths do.

You lean into him instead, your nose fluttering in his hair as you breathe in his familiarly woody scent and he almost shivers. This time, when you speak, your voice holds a ring of surprise. “Oh!”

He has to fight back a smile that curls so hard, it causes his lips to ache. “Baby,” followed by a comforting squeeze. “It’s your birthday next week.” was your account. You urge his cocoa gaze to yours, arms still bundled to his neck. “I’ve been shuffling through a few ideas in my head of what to do.” His messy mane flutters against his forehead when he gazes up at you, expression now still and empty of that previous glee. There is a brief second of hesitation flickering to his darker features before you press a soft to kiss to his forehead, restoring that gentle peace that settled on him before. “I was thinking of inviting our friends over in the evening for drinks and dinner?” was your proposal, thumb soft and careful as you brush his temple, tucking a stray hair behind the shell of his ear.

“I just want to spend it with you, sweetheart.”

The sharp angles of his profile make you yearn for him. The joints in your neck creak when you tilt your gaze, and your lips drip honey when they reach for him in return, cupping his face with gentle thumbs brushing the apples of his cheeks while you stare into his eyes. “It would be fun! Our friends love you so much.”

His expression tightens easily, and an easy shrug moulds in his shoulders. Fingers ghost over your skin, and he leans into your palm when your eyes look at him in hopeful grin.

John sucks in a gently harsh breath, a slight shake of his head. There’s a dim in the glimmer of his rich features, and he clutches your wrist as the words part his lips.

He’d never want to break your heart. “Whatever you please, baby.” he admits after a pause. “But I’d be more than happy to just be with you.”

A twitch of his lips and a smile to accompany.

You think your breath hitches.

You lean into him for a second, eternally grateful that the universe somehow let you find him.

Its tough to imagine a life without him now. He is in every part of you, every breath, every beat somehow shapes his name. Your hand braces the side of his face and you gently lean your forehead to his, voice whispering with a smile. It’s the flutter of your eyes that shut on instinct, and the pulse in your bones that welcomes him closer. Quiet, whispering into your lover’s skin.

“You really only see me, don’t you?”

Quiet, truthful. “Always.” Was his smiling return.

It was in the tenderness of the moment that you admire the gentle darkness under his eyes; John’s eyes host dim, barely visible bags above the sensitive skin of his cheek. There are few, barely noticeable greys in his shadowed beard. So minimal, you’re sure not a soul rather than you knows they exist.

Only you have the right to be this close. This near, this intimate. A warm sound brews at the back of his throat, not quite a hum, not quite a groan. He craves to urge you near again, to bury himself between the haven of your chest and just allow himself to breathe.

He does that best when he’s near you.

“You’re getting old, Wick.”

He’s so close, his next words fan against the slope of your face. “I have you to take care of me.” A ripple in his tone, a smoothness that you swear would bring even the sun to its knees. “Mrs. Wick.”

A name that still erupts a spike in your heartbeat to its use.

You can’t wait to grow old with him. To raise your kids with him, to build a family with him, a white picket fence and a love story for the a g e s.

Your lips are light, soft when you kiss his forehead again.

“I haven’t showered yet.” you admit softly, your voice a shadow, as if an unholy confession that cuts the space between your proximity. Fingers nimble, you smooth a ripple in the cotton white that daubs to his lean chest. A gentle brush to the apple of his cheek, and you crumble underneath his expert touch when it brushes thoughtfully against your skin, only embracing you closer. “Join me?”

A lightness blooms in your chest when his thin taut lips meet yours in a delicate envelope, and he leans into you diligently, practically swallowing the smiles that seep from your lips. He murmurs something sweet against your lips, something beautiful, something true and you’d swore the way he breaths you in makes you never want to let go. He selfishly savours you, as if desperately trying to hold you in his lungs until the end of time. Tangling in his hair, your hands search, relentless and soft in their endeavour as you too melt into him, giggling when John’s iron hold scoops you up, easily carrying your weight with your legs snaked around his waist.

“Easy, old man.” you tease, a lax ruffle to his chocolate mane, giggling. “Don’t go breaking your hip.”

“Jokes on you, peach.” John teases in a matter of fact tone, smiling still with another stolen kiss to your lips. “You fell in love with an old man.” he tells knowingly.

Yes. you think greedily and allow your tired morning eyes to slip shut. I did.

;I’m so happy I did;

and you think its true. maybe some wounds never do heal. but maybe, something better,

will always grow in their place.

((He is your heart, and you are his. No one can take this little piece of paradise from you. no one.))

John’s arms hold you close and secure, and you pepper a few more gentle kisses selfishly to his pink cheeks. You savour in the way he whispers sweet nothings into your skin, allowing them to fade and warm into the frigid grey morning air.

—and it’ll fade into the grey morning, too;

your long forgotten coffee.

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Downpour

Here's my long-awaited oneshot I wrote for Rengoku :) I still can't believe I wrote this spontaneously in the late hours of the night in under three days (I literally cried cause i haven't been able to write like that in over a year :') I do apologize in advance for any grammar or weird/repetitive sentence structure, my skills are still a bit rusty, also this is my first ever spice piece so yeah that was a ride too. I hope you all enjoy :) and pls leave comments about what you thought of it, I'd love to head them.

Warning(s): NSFW (Minors are free to read but DNI), soft smut/spice, oral (f. receiving), fingering, vaginal penetration, slight overstim (if you squint), hint of fluff, soft angst, injured reader

Word Count: 7702

“It’s really coming down, isn't it?” Kyojuro mused, his hand reaching out past the engawa’s roof to feel the cool water strike his hand in numerous soft droplets. A gentle smile graced his lips as a deep roll of thunder met his ears; his golden gaze darted to the sky with excitement at the bright flashes of purple illuminating the ashen clouds in the night sky.

The soft creaking of the wooden floorboards pulled Kyojuro’s attention from the downpour to his side where you approached him. Retracting his hand from the cool rain, he wiped it on his already soaked uniform before turning his head to greet you with a gentle nod, acknowledging your calm presence.

“It is.” Your soft voice barely audible against the heavy rain; your gaze drifted from the flame hashira to the pitch-black treeline of the forest that surrounded the dilapidated house. “We had the misfortune of being caught in it for a brief moment, didn’t we?”

A soft chuckle fell from Kyojuro’s lips as his eyes wandered from the curtain of rain in front of him to your drenched figure beside him. Your locks were no longer neat and fluffy but rather messy and weighed down by the water. Your black uniform—which was littered with tears and holes—clung to your body, enhancing the usually hidden features of your figure. If your haori didn't shroud your entire figure, the sight would’ve left little to the imagination, and with that thought, Kyojuro turned away as cheeks began to darken.

Shifting in his place, he folded his arms, “We did, but at least we aren’t stuck out there.” Turning around to look at the dark, dilapidated home, his head tilted in your direction as his gaze took in its rough appearance, “We got this place, right?”

“I checked the inside,” you spoke, your hands reaching up to squeeze the water that remained in your locks, hoping to alleviate some of the weight it added to your neck. “I couldn’t find any signs of someone living here. Judging by the layer of dust on some of the furniture, it appears it's been abandoned for some time.”

Kyojuro nodded, “No signs of demons either?”

You shook your head, “I didn’t find a drop of blood, nor did I feel the presence of any.”

Kyojuro hummed, “If nothing is out of place, then this is where we’ll rest for the night.” Taking one last look at the night sky, he slowly backed away from the edge of the engawa and stared at you, waving to you to follow him towards the tattered shoji doors you emerged from moments ago. “I was hoping that we would make it down the mountain before the storm, but that’s alright; We’ll descend at dawn.”

“We can still descend after the rain lets up, if you would like?” You proposed.

“No, I think it’s best if we stay here. After the rain, the path down will be slippery and too dangerous,” Stopping at the entrance of the shoji doors, he turned to face you, his smile growing brighter just at the sight of your eyes looking at him intently, “I don’t imagine this storm lasting the entire night; it’ll die down eventually and in that time that it does, the path will begin to dry and we’ll be able to get some rest.”

His smile slowly faded but never left his lips as a soft silence took hold of the air between you; the low rumbling of thunder briefly interrupted the silence at times, easing it when the air was beginning to get too heavy. His eyes remained trained on your face, using the bright flashes of the lightning as an opportunity to take in the delicate features of your face. It was a loud crack of thunder that broke through the silence, causing you both to jump. Turning away from him with your hand raised to your face to hide the creeping blush, you stepped inside the dark room.

“This room seems to be the best one in terms of being intact.” You explained, squatting down to carefully pick up the lantern you previously used to investigate the house; a wince fell from your mouth, yet neither of you commented on it. Instead, you both watched the candle’s flickering orange flames illuminate the room. “The other rooms had holes in the ceiling or the mats were ripped.”

“If you don’t mind, I was wondering…” You paused, your eyes leaving his back to drift to the various furniture that was strewn across the room; your chest began to feel tight as you thought on your next words, hoping they wouldn’t be accepted, but not rejected either, “Would you be okay if we shared this one?”

Kyojuro froze. He was glad that his back was to you, because the way his brows raised while his eyes grew wide with panic would’ve given you the wrong answer. Taking a deep breath, he relaxed his face just enough to look over his shoulder at you with a kind smile; he knew exactly what he wanted to say, yet he stuttered, “Share? That should be fine. It would be safer that way.”

“That’s good to hear.” The corners of your lips curled upwards, happy that you had gotten your desired answer with little to no resistance. You began to stumble ever so slightly as you walked back towards the doorway leading into the next room, “I’m going to see if I can find some sheets to sleep with.”

Kyojuro dismissed you with a silent nod, opting to keep his face hidden from the soft lighting the candle provided. After a few moments of silence, he peeked over his shoulder to make sure you weren’t in the room to let out a heavy sigh. He couldn’t stop thinking about how much he was panicking over the simple request you made; you two had shared rooms before on missions, but you both didn’t share a bed or have a certain uneasiness surrounding the two of you.

He didn’t speak on it much after the mission, but it still weighed heavy in the front of his thoughts. During the mission, you were fighting a bit more recklessly, if he were to put it lightly. Your techniques were ill-timed, and your footwork was unstable, resulting in you getting some mild injuries. You both had been partners for some months; he worked with you on your sword skills, even teaching you a few of his flame techniques, so when he saw you jumping in front of blows he was capable of taking, it puzzled him. You knew what your actions had caused, so after the mission, the tension was low but was still noticeable.

“I didn’t find much bedding, but these should suffice,” Your soft voice pulled him from his thoughts as you entered the room, holding a large bundle of linen in your arms. Coming to stand in front of him, you tossed part of the bundle on the floor while you raised the other part closer towards him to look at, “I also found some larger fabric we can use to wear while we let our uniforms dry. I know yours is just as soaked as mine.”

Kyojuro looked at the fabric then his own uniform, seeing that his haori was clinging to his backside, “Thank you. I wasn’t really even thinking about it.”

“No problem. I’m going to go change in the other room. You can change here,” You began, already separating the fabrics in your hand, holding out the one you saved for Kyojuro, “I’ll probably take longer, but if I get done faster, I’ll announce myself before entering.”

Both of you smiled, soft laugher falling from your lips from the little awkward silence. Kyojuro reached out to grab the fabric from your hands, his calloused fingertips grazing against the smooth skin on the top of your hand. The sudden touch had your heartbeat racing; you chided yourself for such a childish reaction, but on the other side of your mind you welcomed the way it made you feel. Backing away from him, you fully turned around to go change in the other room, leaving him to do the same in the other.

Kyojuro finished changing before you; he was kind enough to let you know from the doorway, not even facing into the room. While he waited for you, he took a seat near the shoji, peeking through the small crack he made to watch the storm rage on, his eyes lighting up like a child at every deep rumble of thunder, knowing that a bright flash would accompany it seconds later in the most vibrant ways as possible.

Hearing the other shoji door slide open he turned his head to see you and was struck speechless at the sight before him. Standing in the doorway was you wrapped up in the fabric you picked out, your hands clasped in front of you in a peaceful manner. The fabric was the perfect size for your frame, the hem came up to the same length as your skirt, if not a bit shorter. Your thigh-high stockings were off. Your top was bundled up neatly, a hint of cleavage peeking out from the center. Your hair was twisted up, secured by a stray hairpin you must’ve found in your rummaging. Even in tattered clothing, you still looked beautiful.

“Kyojuro? You alright?” You waved your hand in front of his face, your brow furrowing at the distant look in his eyes; when his attention came back to you, you backed away from him, your hands fiddling with the hem near your thighs, “I was letting you know that you can hang your uniform next to mine in the other room. Hang it high so the heat will reach it.”

Stumbling to his feet, Kyjuro adjusted the fabric you gave him and it was your turn to get lost in your thoughts. The length was just a tiny bit small for him, but he worked it to where the opening of his chest was wider so the fabric covered most of his lower half. You found your gaze drifting back to the opening of his wrap, letting your eyes roam over his softly sculpted abdomen; the thoughts that flooded your mind caused your cheeks to burn, but thanks to the dying candlelight, it went unnoticed.

“Also, I have another favor to ask,” you began, walking towards the lantern, “Do you mind looking over my back for any cuts or bruises? It kind of stung when I was undressing.”

“I can do that, I’ll just be right back.” Nodding his head as he scooped up his wet uniform, he pulled a stool out from the side of the room, setting it down near the lantern, “Just sit there and get ready, okay?”

Doing as you were told, you sat on the small wooden stool, listening to it creak with every little movement you made. Your eyes were pulled towards the shoji, watching the flashes of lightning peek through the numerous rips in the thin paper. Your fingers fumbled with the loose knot around your waist, undoing it to let some of the fabric flow freely before securing it once more. Shrugging the fabric off your shoulders, you let the cool wind that crept in through the rips run down your spine all the way to the middle of your back.

Kyojuro came back into the room, his eyes immediately getting caught on the sight of your bare back. Clutching a cloth he snatched from the other room, he came to sit behind you, announcing his presence by clearing his throat. Looking at your back, he could see that there were indeed some small cuts across your back, but nothing that needed patching. The bruises he saw were terrifyingly large, it made his own back hurt just looking at it.

“How bad is it?” You asked, he could tell you were nervous about the answer he would give you.

“There’s not many cuts, which is good, but the bruises...you’ll definitely need to get proper care when we get down the mountain.” He stated, his eyes narrowing as he inspected every bruise; they were already turning a deep violet underneath your skin. “Is it alright if I clean up some of the cuts?”

You nodded, sitting up straighter for him to get better access to all the ones he saw. Kyojuro went towards the shoji and opened it, stepping out to get the cloth wet from the rain before coming inside back to his spot to begin wiping away the drying blood around your cuts.

The coolness of the cloth caused you to suck in a sharp breath, slowly letting it out as you got used to the cool, rough texture. The breeze that snuck in through the small crack in the shoji that Kyojuro left blew against your damp skin, making you shiver; the only thing to combat the shivering was the skimming of Kyojuro’s fingers on the edge of the cloth, making your skin heat up under his tender touch. You could feel the goosebumps forming under every expanse of skin he touched, lingering even long after.

“The way you acted tonight wasn’t like you,” Kyojuro finally voiced what was on his mind, his tone soft, unlike his usually boisterous tone. “To let a demon get their hands on you, let alone challenge you.”

“I was looking out for you. Those demons tried to overwhelm you,” He saw your back muscles tense up, yet he didn’t say a thing, “You were struggling so I thought to help you out. Even experts can slip up sometimes too.”

He and you both knew it was a lie.

“I’m done with your back,” he informed you, tugging the edges of the fabric that once covered your shoulders upwards, trying to cover you back up as best as he could, but when you stopped him, telling him that the cool breeze was refreshing, he left fabric alone. Standing up, he began to walk around you, only stopping when he spotted the fabric on your left thigh stained a vibrant red. “Your thigh, it’s bleeding.”

“Oh? I didn’t even know I got cut there.” While you looked down at your leg, he came to kneel in front of you, both his knees on the mat while his hands rested in his lap, fiddling with the cloth.

“The adrenaline is still wearing off, you probably—” Kyojuro fumbled the words in his mouth as he finally let his eyes catch sight of the front of you.

With a close view of your face, the lantern did nothing but enhance your beauty, the flickering flaxen flames shimmering in your eyes. With your hair pinned up and the fabric resting down your arms, your collarbone and top of your chest was exposed, showing him the slight bruises that formed from the fight; your hand that clutched the fabric near the front of your breasts put your cleavage on full display. Kyojuro felt his cheeks grow hot and his heartbeat speed up at the sight, but he refused to let his mind wander, forcing himself to turn away to gather himself.

“The adrenaline is still wearing off, that’s probably why you didn’t feel it,” He watched you flex your thigh, wincing at the sudden sting. Scooting closer to you, Kyojuro raised his hand towards your thigh, hovering the bloodied fabric for a moment as he looked up at you, “May I?”

Nodding your head, he brought his fingers towards the top of your knee, dragging his calloused fingers slowly across your thigh, letting his finger push the fabric off as he moved higher and higher. He stopped near the bloodied fabric, lifting it gently higher to get a good view of the wound. Your breath got caught in your throat as his fingers dragged across your skin, almost burning under his touch. The wound was close to the crease where your leg and hip met, so when he stopped just shy of there, it made your heart flutter.

“(Y/N), this looks bad,” he chided you once more, his face moving in closer to inspect it as it still bled. His voice grew heavy as he shook his head, “This wouldn’t have happened if you didn’t choose to act so carelessly, especially regarding you being a part of the highest ranking in the corps.”

Your sudden silence being your reply irked him; he was expecting some type of cheap excuse that would make him let up his reprimanding on you. “Aren’t you going to say anything to defend yourself?”

A heavy sigh fell from your lips, “I protected you because… I got worried about losing you and I couldn’t fathom the heartbreak it would bring to your brother and father if you were to die.”

Kyojuro stood silent for a moment, letting his focus be mainly on patching up your thigh. It was when he looked up at you to see your face turned away, a thin line replacing the tender smile you wore moments ago, that he spoke up. “Your death wouldn’t bring heartbreak to those who care for you?”

You scoffed, “Nobody cares deeply about me like that.”

“I do.”

Those two simple words silenced the both of you. With your gaze turning to catch a glimpse of his face, you found his golden eyes already staring at you. The sudden intensity of his gaze made you turn away from him, the blush that had blossomed across your cheeks clear in the lantern’s light. Kyojuro saw the blush but chose to ignore it for the moment, knowing that you were still processing his sudden confession. As he carried on cleaning your wound, he still continued to speak on the matter; he wanted you to know that you weren’t just another partner, but something more.

“If I were to lose you, your death would cause a heavy impact on not just my life, but my brother and father as well; they see you as a part of the family already,” His gaze drifted from the wound to your blushing face; he couldn’t help but softly smile as you tried to turn further away, but to no avail. Thinking of how cute you looked being embarrassed about his sudden feelings for you caused his faint blush to darken. Patting your thigh gently, he began to stand, “Wait here for a moment.”

He left the room only to return with one of your thigh-highs, he smiled sheepishly, “Sorry, Shinobu always says to use a clean cloth to wrap wounds; I don’t trust what’s here.”

Brushing him off with a huff, he knelt in front of you once more, wrapping your thigh with the most tender touch that left goosebumps wherever his fingers brush against. Tying the knot on the outside of their thigh, he pulled it tight, causing a sharp wince from your lips. “Are you alright?”

You nodded, still choosing to remain silent as your thoughts on the conversation begin to develop. With his hand still resting on your thigh, he slowly pulled it off, letting it fall back into his lap to fiddle with the ends of the ribbon that wrapped around his waist. The silence that developed between the two of you was loud and so heavy on both your chests. The two of you let your thoughts consume you for the moment; there had always been this familiar tension between you two, any of the Hashira and other slayers could feel and see it but the two of you, and now that it was being thrown into the open, it shocked you both to the core, for better or for worse.

“I care for you too,” you confessed, “I care so much for you that I’m willing to give my life for you.”

Your gaze was held captive by the flame inside the lantern, watching it struggle to stay alight as it came up to the end of its wick. Kyojuro’s eyes grew wide with surprise at hearing you return his feelings; he always believed there was a sliver of hope that you would feel the same, but he never really thought you would voice it; it stung to hear that you valued his life over yours, he wanted you to see the same worth you put to his life in yours because in his eyes, not just because of your duties in the corps, but he believed you mattered.

You gained the courage to let your eyes meet his. His eyes were already on yours, yet there was a tenderness that made your body relax. The storm raging outside let its harsh winds whip against the side of the house, slipping through the holes of the shoji to run over your exposed skin; it was refreshing from the amount of heat your body was producing. With the silence choosing to stay, you both felt yourselves leaning into one another, your heartbeats racing at the anticipation of what might happen next.

Stopping just inches away from each other's faces, you both took a minute to try and process what your next moves would be. Kyojuro let his warm gaze flicker between the spark in your eyes and your lips; your cheeks continued to darken at the sight, knowing that there was no turning back. Despite the loud clap of thunder that rattled the home, you felt Kyojuro press his lips to yours in the gentlest way; his hands came to hover close to your cheeks, hesitant to caress your face; he was nervous by the lack of a reaction from you that he might’ve stepped too far over the line.

You pulled away from the kiss, softly panting from the lack of air. Kyojuro froze, his eyes slightly widening to gauge your reaction. The bright flashes of violets reflected in his golden eyes, showing you how dilated his pupils were as they stared at you. Your cheeks began to cool as you took in the sight of him, no longer letting your embarrassment over your feelings from him take control. As his mouth barely opened to speak, you brought your lips down on his; your hands abandoned the fabric they were clutching to find purchase on the sides of his face.

The second kiss was filled with a blazing passion, one that had been hidden till this moment. Your lips moved in sync with one another; with how fluid your movements were, it was like you and him had done it before. Kyojuro let his arms snake around your waist, gently grazing over your bare back before stopping on the fat of your ass, giving it a slight squeeze before locking his hands together and pulling you off the stool and into his lap. The sudden move made you gasp, giving him the opportunity to deepen the kiss.

Your body began to feel as if it was being consumed by flames the way his calloused hands roamed the expanse of your back, coming to lightly squeeze your sides as he pulled you closer. Your chest began to tremble as you felt something pressing into the inside of your thigh, you knew what it was, but you didn’t think that the kissing made him that way, that it must’ve been way before it came to this for him to be that hard; that thought alone made your core flutter.

Kyojuro pulled his lips from yours, breaking the kiss to give you a much needed breather. Leaving your back, one of his hands came to cup the side of your face, feeling your cheek fill his palm. He took in the sight of your relaxed face, the way your soft eyes made him feel fuzzy, the way your puffy lips had a glossy look from the mix of yours and his saliva. His eyes traveled lower, being caught at the sight of your breasts being barely covered by the fabric that shrouded your frame; it was the only barrier keeping him from feeling the soft skin of your supple breasts pressed against his bare chest. The slight movements you made on his lap didn’t go unnoticed, choosing to stifle the soft moans that crept up his throat from your thighs pressing down on him.

“What we’re doing...is this what you want?” His tone is soft, yet you could hear the seriousness behind it. Looking away towards the lantern that had since died out, you gathered your thoughts, knowing if you were to continue, it would change the relationship between you two for good. Turning your face towards him, you nodded slowly but firmly.

“I want to hear you say it.”

“Kyojuro,” You leaned closer to his face, your warm breath fanning over his lips, “I want you.”

Hearing the way his name fell from your lips with such a need, it made his heart slam against his ribcage; to hear you say those words will forever be on his mind. He wasted no time crashing his lips with yours, this time with a much more lustful vigor than the other times. Knowing that you wanted him just as much as he wanted you made him feel almost grateful for this night as it gave you both to finally hash out the feelings you harbored for one another.

Kyojuro’s grip on you loosened as his lips strayed from yours, making a trail down your jawline to the nape of your neck. The soft moans he pulled from you were a heavenly melody, one he wanted to hear more of. His mouth remained stuck to your neck, sucking on the delicate skin before laving over the spot with his tongue. His ministrations caused you to tilt your head to the side, giving him more access to continue the assault with his mouth all while his grip began to tighten once again.

With his grip on your secure, he stood up on his knees and shifted you to the side to push the stool you previously sat on out of the way so he could lay you down on the mat. You pulled the pin out of your damp hair, letting it splay around your head. Kyojuro rested on his calves between your legs, studying your body before him; the fabric you wore was ruffled, yet still hid most of you from him. Bringing himself to hover over you, he began to place chaste kisses starting from your swollen lips all the way down to your neck and soon to your collarbone.

“All these bruises…” Brushing the fabric away, he sighed as he took note of the violet bruises that were spreading; letting his fingers graze over them, his eyes came to yours and a soft smirk filled his lips. “You wouldn’t mind a few more, would you?”

You hummed eagerly as he brought his mouth down on your chest, continuing to suck at the skin until it blushed; soothing it afterward with his tongue and a soft kiss. Hearing him speak like that made the pit in your abdomen flutter; you never heard him speak anything like this to anyone and you liked it knowing that you were the one he chose to show this side of him to.

His hands busied themselves with the ribbon that secured the fabric on your body. As his kisses trailed lower, he tugged the knot out of the ribbon and the fabric fell to the sides of your body, exposing the rest of your figure to the nipping breeze that snuck in from the crack in the shoji. Your cheeks heated up as he took a moment to admire your breasts; the way you turned slightly away as your cheeks heated continued to fuel his lust for you.

His kisses continued down the valley of your breasts but soon trailed off to one of the plush mounds, latching onto the skin and sucking softly, dragging a wanton moan past your lips. His tongue swirled around the sensitive bud, letting his teeth graze it to tease you. Knowing that your other breast lacked attention, his free hand ran up your side to palm it, kneading it as gently as possible. Your back arched upwards, pressing his face into your breasts just to try and feel more of what he was giving.

Kyojuro’s mouth detached from your breast with a soft pop, leaving you wining from the loss of pleasure, but not for long as his mouth switched to the other, giving it the same sweet treatment he did the other, even switching his hands to be fair in his actions. Your fingers wove themselves deep into his flaxen locks, lightly gripping his scalp as you felt the ache in your abdomen grow.

Despite your soft whines, Kyojuro abandoned your breasts and continued his trail of kisses down your abdomen, feeling your body tremble as he got lower and lower. It was a moan mixed with a wince that halted his movements, causing him to look up at you with a furrowed brow. “What’s wrong?”

“It’s my ribs, but I promise I'm okay.” Sucking in a short breath, you let your hand run through his hair, trying to wipe away any concern he has for you at this point. “If something’s wrong, I’ll tell you.”

Nodding his head, he continued downward, avoiding your ribs and starting from your navel down. His kisses began to fade as he reached the hem of your panties. Sitting back on his calves, Kyojuro paused for a moment to take in the sight of your disheveled appearance and the wet patch on your panties; he placed a kiss on your clothed cunt, making you gasp at the sudden touch on your sensitive cunt. He couldn’t help the smile that crawled onto his lips as he thought that just his touch alone brought you to this point.

Starting from the curves of your side, his calloused fingers ghosted over your skin, leaving behind a prominent trail of goosebumps in their wake as his fingers hooked onto the waistband of your panties, slowly tugging them down your legs before setting them aside. His hands ran back up your legs as he leaned down to bring his face close to your cunt; he could feel your nerves through your shaky legs. Looking from your slick cunt to your scrunched face, he turned towards your right inner thigh, and starting from the middle of the plush skin, he left feathery kisses behind as he made his way back to your core.

Your breath hitched as you felt his breath get closer to your cunt; the anticipation was driving you crazy, so much that you lost control of your breath and felt the burn in your ribs as your lungs pushed against them. You did your best to push the pain to the back of your mind as you felt him stop. Your shaky breath filled the air as you felt his lips land on your other thigh to repeat the same teasing steps.

Your sharp gasp rang loud over the rumbling of the thunder the outside as you felt his fingers sliding through your folds, starting at the bottom of your entrance all the way up to your bundle of nerves, gathering your slick on his fingers so they would glide effortlessly in soft circles over your throbbing clit. He watched as your face scrunched more, your eyes screwing shut as your breath got caught in your throat. Broken moans left your lips; despite their softness, the sound was ringing louder in Kyojuro’s ears rather than the loud claps of thunder outside; your moans spurred on the blood flow to his hardening member.

His fingers left your clit, choosing to run up through your folds once more before letting a single finger slowly inched its way inside all the way till the base of his knuckle. He watched with a soft smile as your back arches off the mat and into his hand.

“You really are wet, aren’t you?” He mused, mostly to himself, but the small hum you made at his question made his hard cock twitch. “This really is all for me, isn’t it?”

“Yes,” You barely had enough breath to answer him. Looking down at him, the sight of his face being so close to your cunt made you turn away out of shyness. The way his finger curled against your sweet spot had you gasping before you could continue, “I’ve waited so long for you.”

Your words motivate him to please you more. Pumping his finger into your sopping cunt, he let his finger press against your sweet spot with every other stroke, slowly twisting the coil in your abdomen. The saccharine moans that leave your lips made his cock throb; the way you were losing your composure with just his fingers, he can’t help but wonder how you would fare with his cock.

Hooking his arms around your thigh, he lowered his mouth to your cunt to let his tongue lap at your folds, leaving soft licks around his fingers pumping into your cunt all the way up to your clit. His mouth latched onto the throbbing bundle of nerves, sucking just enough to let it go with a soft pop before repeating his motions. The noises that left your lips were sinful as your legs trembled at how his muscle worked away on your swollen clit, not paying no mind to your juices that coat his lips and chin. He tries to pull more from you, running his free hand up and down your sides to keep your back to the mat.

Slipping in his middle finger to stretch your hole more, your hands laced through his locks, lightly tugging when the pads of his fingers stroked your sweet spot with more vigor. Your eyes screwed shut as your thighs shook, slowly closing in on his head. Kyojuro could feel the pressure of your thighs squeezing his head, yet he did nothing to stop them, instead welcoming it as he listened to your words become mere babble as you came on his fingers.

As your thighs loosened from his head, he pulled his mouth off your dripping cunt with a soft pop, placing a soft kiss before sitting back up and pulling his fingers from you, cleaning your juices from his fingers with his mouth. Your shaking figure before him was a sight to behold; before this night, you were always a strong-willed person, holding your ground in everything, but to see you with your chest heaving and your legs shaking with pleasure, he couldn’t help but love this soft, pliable side of you.

Kyojuro knelt in between your legs, rubbing your thighs as you came down from your high. You could only look at him with hooded eyes as you tried to keep up with his hands running down your knees to your hips and up your sides to fondle your breasts, before letting one hand caress your face while the other supported his weight beside your head. Still in a daze, Kyojuro placed his lips on yours to bring you back to the moment with him.

Your good leg came to rub up against his side while your hand ran down the side of his face to his exposed chest, feeling his sculpted muscles before snaking under the fabric to claw at his back. With your other hand, you tugged at the ribbon around his waist, the knot he tied came undone with ease. Kyojuro pulled away from you, sitting up to shrug the restricting fabric off his body before coming to hover over you once more, continuing the kiss.

You were in awe, admiring his physique in the sudden flashes that the lightning provided. Your hands touched every expanse of muscle you could; his abs, his arms, all before settling on his back as you felt his throbbing cock pressing into your thigh, feeling it twitch with every soft moan you let slip past your swollen lips.

Breaking away from the kiss, Kyojuro stared at you before letting his hand adjust himself so his tip was lined up with your entrance, your release already dripping onto his throbbing tip, making it hard for him to resist the urge to thrust into you. But he doesn’t give in, instead, he lets his eyes ask for him, his voice being too busy trying to concentrate on holding back his pleasure for yours.

With a small peck on the corner of his lips, you hold his gaze as he slowly pushes into your weeping cunt. Your mouth fell open as your strangled gasp filled the air while a low groan vibrated deep within Kyojuro’s chest, the light resistance testing his patience. His head fell into the nape of your neck as your hand found purchase in his locks, while the other clawed at his back, feeling the muscles constricting with his slow movements.

Your spasming cunt sucked in his cock, inch by inch; the time in between rests did little to help you adjust to how thick he was. Your moans soon twisted into soft whimpers as he continued; he felt a pang of guilt at the hint of pain he was causing; his fingers did little to help you stretch for his cock, but you both knew you couldn’t turn back now, especially when the pleasure was outweighing the pain.

His hips stilled at the sudden cry that left your throat. He watched your eyes screw shut as you tugged him lower to your own body, holding him close for quite some time; he felt your nails drag on his back. Turning his head to plant a kiss behind your ear, he spoke softly, “What’s wrong? I’ll stop if—”

“Please don’t,” you whined, your chest rising in short breaths to stop the sudden pain from the deep breaths that filled your lungs, “I’m alright, just please don’t stop.”

Seeing that a tear rolled down from the crease of your eye, he kissed it, tasting the saltiness of it in his lips before continuing to ease himself into you until he felt his hips come flush against yours; the feeling robbing the both of you of your breath.

The way your slick walls clenched around him, squeezing his pulsing cock was driving him crazy. His lips came to capture yours, to distract you from squirming your hips; he wanted to move so badly but he knew you both needed the time to adjust to one another.

Kyojuro slowly began to pull out from your dripping cunt a little before easing himself back in; he repeated the fluid motion all the way until when he pulled out, only his tip remained inside before sheathing himself all the way in, leaving no space between their hips.

Your nails dug into his back, struggling to keep your breathing under control. The way his hard cock dragged against your slick walls pulled the sweetest and deep moans from your throat. His hooded gaze watched your brows furrow as your mouth opened agape, the sight and sound of your pure pleasure had his breath growing heavy and guttural moans spilling from his parted lips; the mixture of your moans overpowered the harsh noises from the storm just outside the room.

Kyojuro’s forearm flexed as he lowered his head back to your nape, letting his lips brush over the shell of your ear. His shuddering groans rang loudly in your ear and traveled down to your weeping cunt, squeezing him. His eyes screwed shut for a moment as he slowed his pace, stalling the building tension in his abdomen.

“You’re so beautiful, you know that?” He breathed, his lips dragging over the delicate skin of your neck, sending shivers up and down your spine, “You’re taking me so well…almost like you were made for me.”

He groaned as your walls clenched down around him at his words, your back arching as his thrusts grew suddenly sharper but still tender. Your hands ran up and down his back as his chest came to graze yours, leaving only his hips to have motion. He lifted himself off of you, resting back on his knees before letting his hands gently grab your legs to spread them further to reach deeper than before. Your hands latched onto his wrists as they gripped your hips to remain stable as sheathed his cock in you with his precise thrusts.

It was the sight of your breasts bouncing, moving with the power of his thrusts, that kept him on a consistent rhythm; the way your arms framed them mesmerized him. He burned the image into his mind as he kept moving in and out of you at a mild pace. His grip gets softer as he heard you whine, your legs trembling once more just like moments ago. The coil in your belly was twisting tightly and he knew any moment it would snap.

“K-Kyojuro…”

“It’s alright, let go, I got you.” His voice was soft yet strained as he coaxed you to your release. Your drawn out moans mixed in with his groans as he felt the walls of your cunt spasm around his aching cock, squeezing him so hard, he could feel his own release rising quickly. His golden eyes screwed shut as he continued his thrusts, focusing on the sweet whimpers that left your parted lips and the way your release let his cock slide in and deeper with such ease.

His release was building quicker than he imagined, the knot in his abdomen making it almost painfully hard to keep going, his cock twitched uncontrollably while his groans signaled he was desperate to reach his high. He found himself coming to hover over you once more, burying his face in your neck while his arm snaked under your semi-arched back, pushing it up to be flush against his, while his other hand traveled to the fat of your injured thigh, folding it higher and tucking your knee close to his side as he reached deeper than before. You were on the edge of being overstimulated, but you didn’t care as long as you got Kyojuro to the sweet release he was looking for.

His hips faltered and the words he wanted to speak fumbled on his tongue as he pulled himself out of your spasming cunt just in time to paint the outside of your cunt in white. His shuddering breaths fill your ear as you feel his cock still jumping as it laid on your throbbing clit. With his eyes still shut, he listened to your labored breaths and focused on the feeling of your body pressed against his.

A tender silence fell upon the air in the room, the storm’s harsh patter of rain on the room being muffled to the two of you. Your arms wrapped around him, hugging him as one remained woven in his messy locks, soothing the both of you as you both came down from the highs you gave each other. It feels like forever that you both lay there, basking in the calming presence of one another.

Kyojuro lifted his head to let his gaze meet your hooded one; he could see the exhaustion clear in your features, yet you still gave him the most delicate smile. Taking in their feature one last time, he placed his lips upon yours, kissing you once more before forcing himself to peel himself off of you to go retrieve one of the small rags you brought in earlier to clean you with.

Cleaning you up first then himself, he picked you up and brought you to the bedding he had set up earlier, helping you slip under the thin blanket, covering you completely while he draped the spare blanket across his lower half. You rolled over on your good side to face him, letting your tired eyes take in the soft features of his relaxed face, saving the kind image for your creeping slumber. Your head rested on his chest while your leg laid over his abdomen. The rush of cool air ran over the both of you, causing you to snuggle into his side, stealing some of the warmth he always had too much of.

Kyojuro took the opportunity to let his calloused hands run through your semi-damp locks, fiddling with the ends as the sound of the heavy rain striking the roof echoed in the room. The tranquil silence between you two gave Kyojuro time to think about the words he wanted to say, rewording and rephrasing it over and over in his mind; he just wanted it to be perfect.

“Kyojuro?” Your small voice pulled him from his thoughts as he hummed, urging you to continue.

“I—” you paused, your own words getting caught in your throat as you stared at the shoji, watching the rain pour through the small crack. Your mind made you believe the words you wanted to say were too heavy for a situation such as this, so with a soft sigh you pulled him closer, “Thank you for confessing.”

“I should thank you,” he insisted, head tilting down to look at you, “If it wasn’t for your actions, we probably would’ve never had the conversation we had that would’ve led to what we just did.” The pink that dusted your cheeks made him smile, but it soon faded as he got serious, “Just promise me that you’ll do better, if not for yourself, then for me?”

You nodded, “Okay. I promise.”

“Alright, well you try to get some rest now, okay?” Placing a kiss on the crown of your head, he ran his hand over your back, his touch instantly relaxing you. You hummed and wished him a good night before feeling yourself drift off into your awaiting slumber.

Kyojuro was content with how the night had ended, the air had been cleared between you two and your relationship had advanced. Yet, it was the state of your relationship that troubled him, he couldn’t help but wonder if it was for better or worse and that thought remained in the front of his mind as he drifted off beside you.

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ushiluv · 4 years ago

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Late Night Drive

skate rat!suna x reader

When you accepted Suna’s confession, you did not know that it also meant accepting to go on a late night car ride with him to the other side of town to vandalize some old skate park that “belonged” to a bunch of guys he didn’t like. (wc: 2330)

warnings

anal, squirting, overuse of pet names, reader has female anatomy, use of daddy, sex in public but there’s no one around, overstimulation, this is kinda really fluffy, cervix fucking, use of the word cunny, let me know if i missed anything! not proofread yet

note from the author

i really enjoyed writing this so i hope you guys will like it! let me know what i can improve.

“Are you sure you wanna do this?” you asked as you sat yourself down on the passenger side of your boyfriend’s car.

“Of course, princess, when have I ever not been sure of something?” he responded with a sly grin on his face.

“ ‘m just saying we could be in a lot of trouble if we get caught.”

“We won’t.” he made sure you put your seatbelt on and started the car “And if we do, you could just show them your tits and-” the punch you landed on his arm stopped him from finishing his sentence.

“You’re horrible.” you mumbled under your breath.

He didn’t respond, opted to offer you a chuckle and a squeeze to your thigh instead.

Suna was quite the phenomenon and you’d be lying if you said that you didn’t have a crush on him prior to his confession. Truth be told, you had no idea he was into you; that’s why his confession came in as such a shock. You thought he was joking, so you lightly laughed when he spilled his heart out to you on a friday afternoon in a park near Inarizaki High. But the frown on his face and broken look in his eyes showed in every way possible that he was, in fact not lying. That’s why you quickly apologized and accepted his confession before admitting your own feelings towards him. You knew what kind of student he was and what he did in his free time, but you had no idea that he would ever drag you down with him in his rebellious tendencies.

After a few minutes of small talk backed up by Suna’s late night music playlist, you two arrived at the infamous abandoned skatepark. He got a bag full of spray paint cans from the backseat and handed you a pretty pink one.

“Thought of you when I bought it” he said after putting a black hoodie on.

A smile appeared on your face. “Oh how romantic of you my dear Rinnie.”

“Shut up.” he grumbled before getting out of the car.

After putting on one of his hoodies that he left purposely in the car for you, you got out and followed his footsteps. The place lived up to its name, it was abandoned. The rails were rusty, the bowls were full of dirt and weeds and the ramps seemed impossible to skate on. But, for some reasons that were unknown to you, not a single graffiti could be found on any surface. Your lovely boyfriend seemed to be the first one who had the idea of giving the palace new colours.

“Why do people even come here? Seems gross to me.” you said as you took a closer look to the middle of one of the bowls. You swore you could smell death from it.

Suna shook the spray can he was holding. “Dunno.” He took your arm with his free hand and dragged you away from the bowl. “Just know they care a lot about this place for some reason. Come on now, I don’t wanna spend the night here.”

You followed him (not like you had a choice) and got ready to do your own share of damage. Suna giggled as he spray painted dicks and curse words all around the oh-so-important place and you could do nothing else than roll your eyes at his childish actions while you painted neon pink doodles. As you watched him paint a curse word that you were sure could not be found in any dictionary, you realize how deep in love you were with that man. Thoughts about your future together started fogging your brain and you could feel your cheeks heat up at the idea of spending the rest of your days with him.

“Babe look at- What’s wrong?” your arms suddenly flew around his waist and your face found place on his chest.

“Just thinking about how much I love you.”

You felt Suna relax as he placed a kiss on the top of your head.

“I love you too, baby, but look at what I just painted!” he turned you around, excited to show you his new artwork (if you could call it that).

It took about another twenty minutes for him to be completely satisfied with his new art piece. The place was definitely more colourful now, you had to admit that. Suna threw his cans and yours in his backpack and walked back to his car, hand in hand with yours.

He unlocked his door only and threw his backpack in the back as you waited for him to unlock your door so you could get it, but it seemed like he had other plans on how to end the night.

He walked around the car and reached to you, caging you between him and the car, arms on each side of your head.

“What are you doing?” you huffed.

He leaned down and licked the shell of your ear. “Just rewarding my princess for helping me tonight.” he whispered before leaving a trail of kisses down your neck.

Taking a hold of your shoulders, he moved you onto the hood of his car, bending you down against it. His hand moved from your shoulders to down your spine before finally squeezing your ass through your thin leggings.

“Been so good to me tonight, think you deserve a reward” he gave your ass a light squeeze.

“Y-yeah Rin, please.” it was crazy how that man managed to always make you forget how to talk.

As he knelt down on the concrete, he didn’t care about how you didn’t address him properly, he didn’t care about the little rocks that were digging in his knees through his sweatpants, all he cared about was making you feel good. He pulled down your leggings and panties, down enough for him to have a proper look at your already drenched pussy. He hummed to himself and thanked God, the Universe or whatever divine entity that was the reason for you to be in his life.

He didn’t waste any time and brought a finger to your already gaping hole, playing with it as he watched in awe at how much wetter you were getting from his ministrations.

“My little slut is getting turned on because she’s gonna get fucked in public?” he spoke “You’re so messy, princess, wish you could see this yourself.”

“Ah-” you jolted as you felt a finger penetrate you, “don’t tease me, daddy.”

“ ‘m not teasing, doll, you’re just eager.”

He removed the finger that was just in you and brought it to his mouth, sucking and licking at your juices that stuck to it.

“You always taste so good. Gonna let me have another taste, baby? Gonna let me eat your pretty cunny out in public?”

You whimpered. “Yes, yes yes, daddy please, wanna feel your mouth on me.” the cold metal of the hood started feeling really hot under your burning cheek.

“Whatever princess wants, princess gets.”

Suna gave a lick with a flat tongue to your labia, gathering your wetness in his mouth before wrapping his lips around your clit. His tongue switched from playing with your little bundle of nerve to licking your hole. The stimulation drove you crazy, you could feel yourself become closer at every flick of his tongue on your clit. He suddenly removed his mouth from your pussy and switched his tongue for his fingers. The sensation made you squeal from surprise. Three of his fingers were now filling your hole while his thumb took care of stimulating your hardened clit.

“Gonna try something, doll, alright?”

Too busy chasing your high, you nodded eagerly. You had no idea what he was saying, the only information you picked on from his voice was that he asked you a question and you trusted Suna with all your heart. That’s why your whole body jolted when you felt a finger press against the ring of your asshole.

“Rin!”

“Shh, focus on how good I’m making you feel. Can feel you clenching around my fingers, puppy, this is gonna make you feel even better.”

He spat against your hole and allowed the tip of his finger to go past the rim. The sensation was nothing like anything you’ve ever felt before but you couldn’t say you didn’t like it. You only were closer to your climax when you felt his finger try to go deeper.

“Fuck! Daddy!” you screamed as you gushed around his three digits.

“That’s a good girl, fuck.” Suna praised. “Fuck, you never came so hard. I knew that you were a slut but I didn’t know you were such a dirty one.” he teased as he let you ride out your orgasm. “Just need a finger in your other hole to make you squirt, uh?” his dirty words made you whine in protestation, you didn’t even know you could cum like that.

You pushed his hand away when the rubbing against your clit made you feel too overstimulated.

“Stop it daddy… ‘s too much.”

He got up and manhandled you onto your back.

“I know baby, just need to feel you cum around my cock now. Can you do that for me? Gonna be a good doll and squirt on my cock? Promise this will be all for tonight.”

You nodded weakly, still trying to get over the aftershock of the powerful orgasm you just had. He grinned at you and leaned down to kiss your mouth, leaving a small taste of yourself on your lips. His hands reached down for the hoodie you were wearing and the shirt underneath it, he pulled both up enough to have a view on your pretty tits.

“Knew you were not wearing a bra.” he gave a playful pinch to your nipples.

You whined and pushed his hands away before reaching down to the band of his sweatpants to remind him of what he was supposed to do with you.

“You’re so impatient, princess, you’re lucky I love you” he mumbled.

Your heart warmed up at his words, they were like a little reminder that you were his and he was yours. “I love you too, daddy.”

He completely took your legging off and pulled his sweatpants and boxers down to his thighs. His cock was hard and red, the mere sight of it was enough to make you drool. Bringing a hand around its base, Suna started to run his tip over your puffy clit, allowing his cock to be coated of your wetness.

“You’re so shamelessly messy, puppy.” he moaned as he put the tip in, “and so fucking tight. God, no matter how many times I fuck you- you were made to take my cock, right doll? No one else’s.”

“Hmm- Only yours daddy! ‘Was made to only take you”

He groaned as he bottomed out, the wetness of your previous orgasm making it so much easier. Remembering how hard you came earlier, he started fucking you harder with the only goal in mind to make you gush as hard as he just did. The tip of his cock was kissing your cervix and reaching that one spongy spot only him could reach. You were seeing stars- figuratively and literally.

“Daddy you’re so deep” you moaned.

“I know baby, but you love it right? You love having me this deep. Say it.”

“I love it daddy! No one- no one else can fuck me like you do.”

Satisfied with your answer, Suna didn’t take mercy on you and started pounding harder into your gummy walls. Feeling you clench around him, he spat on your hardened clit and started toying with it with his thumb, just like you liked. The added stimulation only heightened your senses. You could feel everything, from the way his thumb was rubbing circles around your clit to the hard vein on his cock that felt painfully good every time he thrusted into you. Before you knew it, your orgasm started building up in you much more powerful than the one you previously had.

“Da- Daddy ‘m gonna make a mess again.”

“Yeah? Gonna gush around me? Come on pretty I know you can do it, gonna make your pretty little cunny cum.”

His other hand started toying with your hard nipple and that pushed you over the edge, cunt spasming around him and juices squirting on his old black hoodie, you came on the hood of your boyfriend’s old car. You moans were nothing compared to the grunts and groan that left Suna’s mouth, he seemed to be enjoying this more than you did.

“Fuck, you’re so perfect.” a few more thrust inside your walls were enough for him to spill his load into you.

He leaned down on you and hugged you, chest pressed against yours. You two stayed like that for a second, in a comfortable silence just enjoying each other’s presence. After a while, he pulled out of you with a wince as he saw his cum spill out of your hole. He was quick to pick up your leggings and panties and helped you put them back on.

“Don’t waste precious cum.” he said as you pulled your leggings up.

“Maybe if you stopped fucking me raw-”

“Shh, you love it.”

He pressed a kiss to your temple and opened the car door for you.

“Get in, we’re getting food.”

You excitedly clapped your hands, ready to spend some more time with him.

“And then we’re going back to my house, really gotta make you squirt again.”

“You’re a fucking perv, Suna Rintarou.”

“You’re in love with this perv.”

You smiled, because that was the complete truth.

na: sorry for the rushed ending im exhausted </3

#suna rintaro scenarios #suna rintarou #suna x you #suna x reader #inarizaki #inarizaki x you #inarizaki x reader #suna fluff #suna smut #skaterat suna #hq smut #hq fluff #haikyuu fluff #haikyuu!!#haikyuu smut #haikyuu scenarios #suna x y/n #inarizaki x y/n

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imaslutforremusandsirius · 4 years ago

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Tease

Wanted to try a male reader for once and i really enjoyed writing this :) One of my favs dare I say. Have fun!

Warning: 18+

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„You said you didn‘t want it!“ Sirius exclaimed, throwing his hands up in defense when you threw the empty chocolate pack at him.

„I was being polite!“ You protested, „Posh boys like you should know that!“

Sirius‘ eyes narrowed and he threw the pack at your head this time. „I am not a posh boy, fucker. You better fucking kiss my feet or I will-“

You tackled him with a cry, hitting his face repeatedly with a pillow. Your body jerked on top of his rhythmically, which either meant that he was laughing or chocking to death. And you really hoped it be the latter.

„Don‘t you fucking dare asshole! You promised not to bring it up!“

His next words came out muffled from underneath the soft fabric, which began to feel not so soft, considering that you were pressing pretty hard. Sirius started to panic and yelled out a „Help! Help! I‘m dying!“

You felt strong arms wrap around your stomach and drag you away from your murder mission.

„Let me go! He needs to die!“

James was laughing so hard at Sirius‘ horrified face that even he had trouble keeping you at bay.

„This is bullying! I‘ll tell Minnie! You fucking lutanic!“

„Minnie doesn‘t care about your sob story, she would be delighted to find out I killed you before she could with all of your missing homework!“

Sirius barreled towards you with a battle cry, but James threw you to the side, effectively blocking the tackle with his body. Sirius must have aimed to hurt you a little, because James fell down with an painfully loud thud.

„Bloody hell, Pads. That bloody hurt.“ James groaned, rubbing his ribs soothingly.

Sirius scrambled up and helped his friend off the ground, throwing you a dark look. You sneered at him, sitting down on the bed farthest away. James grinned at his friend, mouth opening to make fun of him.

„How could he hold you down like that? He‘s smaller than you!“

Sirius huffed, blushing a little with embarrassment and he turned away, presumably to hide his red cheeks. „He had an advantage. I was being strangled, mind you.“

„Strangled my ass“ you said under your breath and crossed your arms petulantly. „He made fun of me. Again!“

James raised a brow in amusement, eyes flickering towards you and you groaned when you saw his expression. Here we go.

„Is it about a certain wolf?“

Sirius turned around so fast you heard his ankles crack and moved to stand next to his friend, delighted to have him at his side and chuckled. Your scowl darkened and you got up, trying to push though your friends to leave.

„Fuck off, both of you. I‘m leaving.“

Sirius stopped laughing and raised his hands in defeat. „Oh come on, don‘t be ridiculous, we‘re only taking a piss mate.“

Your mouth fell open to hurl more curses at him when you saw Remus appear behind the two boys and clamped your mouth shut again. Fuck, was your hair alright? You secretly smoothed it over, glaring at James when he wiggled his brows suggestively.

„Alright, everyone?“ Remus asked, voice exhausted and he fell down next to you on the bed, sighing with relief when his aching joints didn‘t have to carry his weight anymore. The moon was taking a toll on him.

„Are you alright?“ Your voice came out worried and you stroked through his messy curls. Remus only let out a tired „Mhm“ as he sank down further into the mattress, pressing into your hand.

„Is it the moon?“

„Mhm.“

„Are you hurting already?“

Sirius chimed in from his bed. „I think it‘s safe to say that the old man is always hurting.“

You glared at him. „Shut up, Black. No one asked you.“

Sirius huffed and turned his back towards you with a dramatic toss of his dark hair, pulling his curtains closed.

This time James spoke up, peaking his head from the corner of the bathroom door. Some of his toothpaste spilled over when he opened his mouth and you grimaced at the disgusting sight. James and Sirius seemed to share one braincell. A part-time braincell, that was clearly rusty at this point from being so rarely used.

„Need anything?“

Remus jerked, clearing jostled awake from his little slumber and groaned in annoyance. „Peace and quiet. Oh wait, that‘s death.“

You couldn‘t help the snort that escaped you at his deadpanned tone and whacked him on the head. Remus cracked an eye open and smiled at your amusement. You schooled your expression and held your hand up in a mock salute.

„No one is dying. And if, then we‘ll do it together.“

There was a series of Amen‘s and you nodded in satisfaction, like a general who never liked being told no. Already dressed in your pajamas, or actually only your pajama pants, you crawled into your own bed, across from Remus‘. You wished that Remus would have clasped your wrist and made you stay, he did that sometimes, but alas it was just a wish. You had it bad for the boy, fingers still tingling with the feel of his hair. You thought about what it would be like to kiss him, to touch his scars and feel his breath on your face when you slept.

You huffed frustratedly when your brain forced stupid scenarios into your mind. Fuck, were they nice ones at that.

No, he isn‘t gay, brain! Fucking stop with the mental images!

Your brain decided to one up itself and showed you a very suggestive image of Remus on his knees, sucking your dick with such contentment it made your breath hitch.

Fuck.

Or Remus on his hands and knees, every little detail of his body on display, making such lovely keening noises you thought you had died for sure.

Oh fuck.

You opened you eyes instantly to stop the dirty thoughts of your best mate, mind you, and tried to calm your breathing. Apparently, meditation is a hoax, because no matter how many sheeps you counted or deep breaths you took, your brain was still convinced that Remus sucking you off was the hottest thing ever. And it is the hottest thing ever, you agreed. So did your raging boner.

Only this once.

Against your better judgement your hand trailed down your chest towards your pants, slipping under the waistband of your underwear. Your hand wrapped around your hard cock and imagined Remus on top of you, kissing your lips feverishly. Groaning and moaning into your mouth, telling you how good you feel around him. Telling you how long he had waited for this moment. Biting your lip you moved faster, stifling your groans when your palm spread your precum over the sensitive tip. You were so close, head thrown back in pleasure, fuck so close so clo-

„Shit sorry!“

Somehow you managed to pick up a shocked gasp through your trance and your eyes opened wide, jerking violently. And here he was, the source of your inescapable desire. Remus fucking Lupin. Who just caught you wanking. Your brain has meanwhile decided to pack its suitcase and piss off, because suddenly you couldn't produce a single clear sentence. It felt like being a baby all over again, not knowing how to use your voice or twists your tongue to get the right words out. Not that there was anything to say, you couldn’t just pretend like you weren’t touching yourself.So, you just stare at him like a moron, your hand still in your fucking pants. Slowly but surely you felt your face heat up and you didn't even dare to breathe loudly, too scared to scare Remus away.

His eyes were fixed on your hand, teeth biting his lip. Not knowing what to do, he apparently decided to just stand there. The curtains of your bed were gripped tightly in his fist, as if it were the only thing that kept him steady at the moment. The both of you stared at each other for a good minute, digesting the embarrassment of the situation until Remus climbed into your bed.

Wait.

Alarm bells rang shrill in your head, the nerve cells in your skull burst into panic.

Remus in your bed.

Crawling between your legs.

Your hand still in your pants.

What.

„Let me help?“ Remus‘ voice was raspy, slightly scared that you‘ll reject him. He was seated between your knees now, wringing his scarred hands nervously. It took you a few seconds to register what he had said as you blinked at him in mortification.

Remus hung his head, nodding to himself as if he had known that this would happen and moved away. Fuck, no come back. Brain! Say something!

Your brain was still hyperventilating however, so your legs decided to give you a hand, definitly under the order of your hard cock, which was already throbbing with excitement. You snap your legs shut, trapping Remus’ upper body between your thighs and pulled him on top of you. Not expecting the move, Remus fell forward and his lips smashed on yours.

Oh wow.

This was better than you expected. This exeeds all 638 fantasies you ever had of this moment. This was real.

You kissed for a while, both of you falling into each others arms to feel as close as possible, grinding your cocks on each other like horny teens. Which you were, to be precise. You moved your head to the side to break the kiss, grinning at Remus’ lust hazy expression and bucked your hips up again.

“I’ll have that help now, if you’re still offering...” You whispered, basking in the boyish grin of the wolf.

Moving to wipe your hand on your bedsheet to finally touch him, Remus caught your hand and brought it to his mouth. You whined quietly when you felt his tongue tickle your palm. Remus mmm‘d softly, a devilish glint twinkling in his bright eyes.

Lifting your hips, Remus pulled down your pants and you propped yourself up on your elbows to watch. Nothing in the world could keep your from branding the sight of Remus licking your cock into the depths of your mind.

Remus leaned in, mouthing at the skin of your stomach, inching closer to your weeping tip. He took his time, breathing your scent in deeply, his eyes closed.

„Come on Moony“ you urged, lifting your hips. Remus held you down, smirking up at you teasingly.

„Either you let me go in my own pace or you can suck it yourself.“

You immediately stilled and made a motion of locking your lips with an imaginary key. Remus chuckled soundlessly and you nearly, nearly, bucked your hips up again. His mouth was so hot and wet and god it was really Remus sucking your cock. The thought alone made you shudder and writhe under him, your hands burried in his curls. Remus may not know much about blowjobs, but he made up for it with his enthusiasm. His moan was just filthy, the way he looked at you through his eyelashes as if he just wanted to devour you, to break you into pieces.

“Oh Remus” you groaned into your fist, knuckles white from gripping his hair so tightly, “Wait ah fuck please wait!”

Remus rolled his eyes and pulled away, raising his brow at you. His facial expression was something akin to “How dare you interrupt me?”

You took deep breaths to hold yourself from cumming when he smeared the tip of your cock against his glistening lips, coating himself in your cum while he glared at you. This boy is sin.

“Wanna cum with you” you explained breathlessly, pulling him up to smash your lips on his. Remus groaned low in his throat when you sucked his lips, moving to straddle your lap. The rough fabric of his pants made you snort contemptuously and you tugged at the waistband, mumbling an annoyed “Off.”

Remus seemed to agree, with the way he nearly ripped the zipper clean off and finally he was naked. Not fully, but you let him be, knowing he’d be insecure about his scars. You’ll work on that next time. Next time.

Remus placed his hands on his thighs, letting you admire his body. His confidence shot up by the way your breathing got heavier and your cock twitched under his. Every millimeter of your skin is touching, both of you slowly rocking your cocks against the other. Your cum mixed and made it easier to move and you took them in your hands, a huge breath escaping your lips with the sudden rush of electricity. Remus quickly casted a silencing charm and gave into the pleasure, setting a fast pace by thrusting his cock in your fist.

“Fuck you feel so good” Remus groaned and squeezed your wrists, “I’ve wanted this for so long”

You nearly laughed by how ridiculously acurate your fantasies had been and gripped harder, crying out when Remus leaned down to bite your shoulder hard, leaving imprints of his teeth on your flesh.

“’M’not gonna la- oh Moony fuck” You were lost in your pleasure, already sensitive with your denied orgasm from before. Remus slapped your hand away and spit on your cocks, taking them in his hands this time. His pace was aggressive and impatient, hand unyielding and he rocked his hips as fast as he could.

“Want you to cum on my cock” Remus grunted, his other hand gripping your jaw to look into your eyes. His pupils were blown out, as if he was on a high. You felt him pulse against you, his eyes screwd shut and he came with a loud cry, making you tip over the edge as well. His hand kept going, thighs holding you down when you tried to squirm away.

Bringing his cum covered hand to his mouth, Remus gave it a tentative lick, eyes fluttering shut when his tongue wrapped around his fingers. You watched him hum around his hand and he gave you a satisfied smile, totally in bliss with your little session.

“This was fucking hot” Remus grinned and fell down next to you, blinking at you tiredly.

You bit your lip and mustered up enough courage to squeak out a “So you’re gay?”

Remus gave you a flat look. “I came on your cock didn’t I?”

You cleared your throat and laughed quietly. “Yeah. Yeah you did.” Your voice came out dreamy and you threw your leg over his middle.

And just like that you surrendered to your exhaustion, while Sirius and James were hysterical with exicetment. Their shared braincell was activated and currently made it its mission to come up with ways to catch you next time. Embarassing you was their thing after all.

#remus x male reader #remus lupin smut #remus lupin #remus lupin x male reader #marauders smut

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dulceackles · 3 years ago

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The girls' bathroom | Victoria De Angelis

Requested: no

summary: y/n is on a night out with her friends when she starts to feel lonely and self-conscious. And then she meets a girl named Victoria in a tiny restroom of a rusty nightclub.

Okay so this one is personal cus I hate going to a night out thinking you're going to have fun and then ending up feeling like you're left out or 'the unwanted one'. I thought about writing this a while and I really hope someone can relate and find comfort in this the same way that I do.

Pairing: Victoria de angelis x reader (she/her, third person)

if you have wishes for any other pronouns whether it is to switch them in some fic or write a new one using specific pronounces let me know!

word count: 1.2k

content and warnings: lil spicy it is romantic, mentions of alcohol usage, low self-esteem talk, lil sad.

The music raged in a small nightclub the owners had named 'Beverly Hilla' for some odd reason Y/n couldn't really explain. She felt the bottoms of her shoes stick to the floor as some forgotten spilled drink had stained the dance floor.

The place was tiny for a nightclub. It wasn't really popular either but as for tonight, the place was overly filled with drunken people which made y/n feel a little overwhelmed.

"Anna?" Y/n called for her friend who had been dancing like a Wildrose for the past 20 minutes now.

"Hmm?" Her hymn shattered making the alcohol in her system and awfully clear.

"Maybe we should go take a seat for a while, I'm a little tired." Y/n exhaled.

"Yeah suree." Anna started to make her way to the bar stools, y/n quickly following after her. If she was honest, she was ready to go home but didn't want to leave her friend alone and she was sure she wasn't done yet.

The girls made their way to the couple of free bar stools that were next to a bar. (I know IRL finding two free bar stools in a tiny crowded bub would be a miracle but for the sake of the story, they found two free bar stools.)

"Are you going to order something?" Y/n asked but Anna had no time to answer when a young nice-looking man sat next to her.

"Hi girls." He smiled at them and soon locking his eyes with Anna.

"Hi, I'm Anna." Anna introduced herself to him, smiling and looking at him underneath her long lashes.

"Want a drink?" The guy asked Anna and she nodded.

Soon y/n realized she wasn't really involved or welcome in the conversation Anna and the guy had. She could see that Anna was clearly into him, he was clearly into her and she didn't want to third-wheel. She leaned away from them, studying her surroundings.

Nearly everyone was with someone, a friend, a lover. And if there was something that was lingering in her mind, it was the bitter-sweet question; why was she sitting here alone? If nothing else, she was a perfect individual for someone looking just a one night stand. She was alone and she was drunk, so why no one didn't come to talk to her?

Y/n had to admit that it was bothering her more than she liked. Not that she wanted a one night stand, not that she was looking for anything but it was just the fact how she felt forgotten, left out, and over anything left out.

She turned to look at her friend one last time, seeing her talking to the guy and she knew she wouldn't be her company and on top of that, the smell of the alcohol was making her feel unwell.

Y/n got up, not sure if Anna even noticed, and made her way to the restroom diving past the crowd of people dancing.

The public bathroom wasn't big, indeed in a way it almost felt claustrophobic with its crapped walls and tiny toilet stalls.

Y/n lifted her eyes to look at herself in the mirror. Her eyes were slightly tired, makeup little off and her hair had gotten messy from all the dancing. But it wasn't even that. If she could have chosen, she would have the beauty queen. Maybe she'd liked to have different shaped eyes and different lips and maybe nicer hair and nicer jaw.

Suddenly she felt really aware of everything that she thought was wrong in her. A tiny tear run across her cheek as she heard the restroom door open. Y/n quickly wiped her tear and went to the sink to wash her hands.

Y/n heard steps as someone walked into the restroom but to her surprise, she also heard a full female voice spoke to her.

"Are you alright?" The stranger asked.

Y/n turned to look at her. The small light-haired girl was eyeing her up and down with her piercing eyes. She was really pretty and her hair rested perfectly on her shoulders.

"Yeah yeah I'm fine." Y/n nobbed her head, Hair messy hair falling over her own shoulder.

"You don't look really fine if I'm honest; you look quite sad." She quietly giggled a little bit. "I'm Victoria."

"I'm Y/n"

"So did you get lost from your mom or..?" Victoria gently joked, trying to lighten the mood.

Y/n chuckled a little bit to her, "No quite frankly I didn't this time." She tilted her head a little bit before continuing, "hmm, I just think I got lonely."

Victoria studied her a while, "Lonely?" She asked.

"Yeah like I got ditched by my friend who found a better company." Y/n chucked again

"Ohh, well we here now aren't we?" She smiled at y/n and then there was a moment of silence.

Y/n couldn't help but have her eyes glued to Victoria. There was something really comforting, safe and lovely about her. In many ways, she felt like the most unreplaceable person in this world. And she was stunning.

"You look really pretty." It escaped from y/n's lips by an accident.

"Aww, thank you." Victoria turned to look at her, "You too."

Y/n thought about it a while, "Don't think I am." She shook her head before turning back to the mirror.

"What?" Victoria sounded slightly surprised. At the end of the day, Y/n wasn't really good at taking compliments and she knew it herself.

"Just don't feel like I look even somewhat nice." Y/n shrugged her shoulders. It was probably the alcohol that was making her being so open about her self-image issues.

"Well listen.." Victoria took a step closer to her. "You'll never see yourself in the same way others see you and just because you think that doesn't mean it's right. I mean you don't have a say in who I think is beautiful" She smiled at her and y/n's eyes fell to her lips.

What came as a little surprise to y/n, Victoria lifted her hand to lightly touch her cheek and gently pushed her against the stall door.

"Can I kiss you?" Victoria lowly whispered, locking her eyes at Y/n's lips.

"I mean please," Y/n whispered back to her and leaned a little bit closer for her to gently press her lips against her own.

y/n could taste the liquor of Victoria's tongue and she probably could do the same off of hers but it didn't matter at that point when her red burning lips were dancing with hers.

After a while, Victoria pulled away. A blush rose to Y/n's face when she looked at her not wanting to let go of her.

Victoria reached her hand to take y/n's hand into her own and pulled y/n off from the stall door, "Come, Let's go get Pizza. I'm hungry and done with this nightclub anyways." She said flashing a smirk to Y/n.

"Okey." Y/n giggled as she followed Victoria out of the restroom still holding her hand.

#måneskin fanfic #victoria de angelis #victoria de angelis fanfic #victoria de angelis x reader #one shot #fanfic #victoria de angelis x y/n #x reader #måneskin

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sunrisefairy · 4 years ago

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red cheeks and sunsets

Pairing: George Weasley x reader

Word count: 1.8k

Summary: George has been pining over Y/N for far too long and Fred decides to give his twin a little push.

A/N: I love reading about Georgie so I thought I’d get back into writing and write a really fluffy oneshot about my fav. I hope you like it, I’m a bit rusty but if you wanna request anything please do :)) love you all

“Seriously George, do you realise how creepy you’re being right now. You’ve been staring at the poor gal for 10 minutes.” Fred’s voice brings George out of his trance, okay it might have been the carrot Fred threw which hit George right in the forehead.

“I’m not staring” George mumbles, tearing his eyes away from Y/N reluctantly and at his dinner.

“No of course you’re not” the other twin states with an eye roll.

George can’t help it you see; the staring, the daydreaming, the embarrassing stuttering and nerves he feels whenever she is near or even in the same room as him. The redhead has had an immense crush on Y/N L/N for a year, too scared to say or do anything about it. No that he hasn’t tried to let her know about his feelings but each time he’s stood in front of her he is unable to speak and forgets everything prior to that moment, it’s a wonder he hasn’t passed out during his attempts. As soon as George looks into her eyes, those breath-taking, incredible eyes, nothing else registers in his brain. How can one be expected to think when looking as something so beautiful?

So, George decides it is easier to just admire from afar, to try and salvage whatever is left of his ego. He tells himself he’s fine with Y/N not knowing, he’s okay with sending shy smiles her way and imagining how it would feel to wrap his arms around the girl and kiss those perfect lips. He doesn’t think his heart could take the rejecting because at least this way he can pretend Y/N likes him back.

Fred groans, “mate just tell her” George interrupts him with a laugh. “No I’m serious, just walk up to her and say ‘Y/N I like you’, 4 words. That’s it.”

George stares down at his plate pushing food around with his fork and sighs “Fred, it’s not like I haven’t tried. I end up sounding like a stuttering idiot cos I can’t get the words out; I can’t get any words out. Plus, there’s no way she likes me back, I mean look at her” George’s eyes find their way back to Y/N, who is sitting with her friends, laughing “why in the world would she like someone like me, she’s stunning”

“Yeah you’re right, she’s a straight 10 and you’re a 6 at best” Fred answers with a chuckle.

George gives his twin a little shove with his shoulder, “thanks man, I appreciate the support.”

~~~

Fred has had enough of George’s pining; he can’t seem to get much out of George if Y/N is around. It’s like George gets tunnel vision and all he sees is Y/N and everything else around him fades away. Fred does think its sweet seeing how infatuated his twin is with the girl, he just wishes George would muster up the courage to tell Y/N how he feels. Maybe then George will be able help with the planning of some new pranks.

Fred and George are walking down the hall back to the common room one night when a familiar H/C haired girl turns the corner and walks their way.

George almost trips when he sees her but Fred nudges him upright.

“Hey boys,” Y/N smiles at them, eyes landing on George “hey George.”

Fred smirks, hearing that George got a second greeting, hoping he’ll at least say something.

Y/N is still staring at George hoping for a reply, George doesn’t seem to say much around her. She isn’t sure why. Yeah George is the more ‘quieter’ one of the duo but he still has an outgoing and loud personality. A few times Y/N has caught herself admiring George and a smile would always creep onto her face seeing him joking and laughing with his friends.

“H-hey” George all but whispers back, his cheeks feel like they are on fire and that his whole body might combust under Y/N’s gaze.

Fred wraps his lanky arm around George’s shoulder “Hello dear Y/N, you look very beautiful this fine afternoon, don’t you think Georgie?”

George almost chokes at Fred’s comment “Er- I guess so, I mean-um, y-yeah you do.”

If George wasn’t staring at the floor silently hoping a hole would appear and swallow him up, he might have seen Y/N’s face turn a light tint of pink.

“Oh, well thank you” Y/N giggles, “I guess I should get going. It was nice to see you both, bye George” Y/N waves and continues down the hall with a small skip in her step.

As soon as Y/N is around the corner, George groans into his hands, why is it so difficult for him to form sentences around her.

Fred just laughs, “you truly have it bad bud, but don’t worry, Freddie is here to help.”

George just groans louder; he isn’t sure Fred will be much help.

~~~

George finds himself running up to the astronomy tower later that week, Fred had left a note on his pillow saying to meet him ASAP so they can set up for a prank, it sounded pretty urgent, the note stated if he was even a minute late Fred would spill his secrets to Y/N. So, here George was racing through the halls to try and make it there on time, everyone was at dinner, so the halls were pretty empty which worked in George’s favour. Out of breath, George finally makes it to the astronomy tower stairs, taking 2 steps at a time he jogs up.

“Bloody hell Fred, I swear you just wanna make me-“Georges words disappear into the air as he reaches the top of the stairs.

Y/N is leaning against the railing staring out at the sunset, she turns her head to face George.

“Sorry to disappoint Georgie, but I’m not Fred” she giggles.

Godric, George thinks her giggle is the most magical sound in the world, he’d do anything to hear it again.

“S’ okay…” George trails off, he’s going to kill Fred later.

They stand in silence for a few moments, “Isn’t the sky so beautiful tonight?” Y/N breathes turning to look at the orange painted sky.

George can’t help but stare at this absolute goddess in front of him, the fiery sunset glows against Y/N’s face, he takes a small step closer to her hoping to memorise the way the sun beams against her soft skin. He wonders what it would feel like to caress her cheek, surely all his troubles would wash away the moment he has her delicate face in his hands. He glances down at her lips, he wishes he could just grab her face and kiss her right here, somehow try and show her how much she means to him.

George doesn’t realise words have left his mouth until it’s too late “Merlin, you are beautiful.” Georges eyes widen, did he actually just say that?

Y/N, surprised, turns to face him and it’s like a faucet in his brain has been turned on and he can’t stop the words coming out of his mouth, everything he’s ever wanted to say to Y/N is pouring out before he can control himself.

“S-sorry, I didn’t mean to say that. Not that its not true! Because it is, you’re beautiful, you’re amazing actually. The most beautiful person I’ve ever seen. So beautiful in fact, you make me forget how to breath actually. Whenever I’m around you, I get all nervous and don’t know what to say. Like how do you tell the most beautiful girl in the world that you’ve had a crush on them for a year” George takes a breath, Y/N doesn’t say anything, not that she really had time to, George took her millisecond of silence as rejection and kept speaking. “Merlin, I can’t believe I just said that. It’s okay that you don’t feel the same way, I don’t blame you. I’m so sorry, let’s just forget-“

George doesn’t get to finish the end of that sentence, Y/N had grabbed his face and lightly pressed their lips together.

Startled, George doesn’t know what to do, his brain is going wild he thinks he might have a head attack with how fast his heart is beating, surely this is a dream. But when Y/N’s arms snake around his neck it pulls him back to reality. George moves his hands to Y/N’s hips and deepens the kiss.

Y/N tastes of a mixture of pure heaven and cotton candy, George thinks he’s floating away when he feels Y/N play with his hair at the base of his neck, a soft moan escaping from his mouth.

They eventually pull apart and George keeps his eyes closed, worried if he opens them, he’ll find that he’s actually in his bed and this was just an insanely good dream.

“Georgie, open your eyes” Y/N’s hands are back on George’s cheeks.

George slowly opens his eyes and finds his favourite pair staring back at him.

“Wow” is all he manages.

Y/N just giggles, “If you can’t tell, I like you too. Like a lot. Fred actually told me to meet you here, he said you had something important to tell me. I’m glad you finally said something.”

“Me too because I’d really like to kiss you again” Y/N laughs and presses her lips to Georges sweetly.

George smiles, finally gaining the confidence to say a sentence he never thought he’d be able to form around Y/N. “Y/N do you think maybe- I mean would you maybe want to be my girlfriend?”

“Of course, George Weasley, I’d love to” Y/N replies.

“FINALLY!” a voice erupts from the stairs.

“What the hell?” George questions as he turns around to try and find the culprit, his hand not leaving Y/N’s waist. “Fred?”

Fred emerges from the stairs with a goofy grin on his face.

“Have you been hiding there the whole time? Go away you perv!” George chuckles, reaching for his wand.

“Alright, no need for that” Fred holds his hands up in defence “I just needed to make sure my plan worked and it looks like it did so you can thank me later. Maybe at your wedding.” Fred winks.

“Go away!” George shouts. “I’ll hex you if I have to’

“Okay I’m going, I’m going. No funny business up here though” Fred quickly adds before running down the stairs, narrowly avoiding the jinx George sent his way.

“I’m so sorry about him” George says looking back at Y/N.

Y/N smiles “it’s okay, I guess without him I wouldn’t be able to kiss you anytime I want now.”

The redhead laughs, “yeah, I guess I am grateful for that but not that I’m ever going to tell him” George leans down and kisses Y/N once more, unable to control the smile breaking onto his face.

He finally got the girl, his girl.

#George Weasley #George Weasley one shot #George weasley fanfiction #George Weasley x reader #George Weasley x you #George Weasley Fluff #George Weasley imagine #George Weasley fic #George Weasley oneshot #Harry Potter

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Summery: Boarding house with the occasional unwanted tenant.

Note: I don’t think Arvin is dark in this, but it might be for other people.

Warning: non-con/dub con, dark theme, choking, slight spanking, cream pie

Grey Arvin Russell x Reader; Dark Lee Bodecker x Reader

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The bell rung on the door of your boarding house. Drying your hands with a dish rag you got yourself ready to meet whoever it was coming through the door. When you crossed through the archway you were shocked still.

He had a duffel bag slung over his shoulder, his clothes looked all greased up, the hat that hid a thick tuft of hair peaked out looked like it had seen better days.

His type weren't known for being on this side of town so you figured he was either new to town or looking for someone.

You welcomed him with a soft smile and gave your name.

"How can I help you today sir?"

"Hello Ma'am." He said politely, tipping his hat slightly at you. His thick country twang confirming the former. "I saw the help wanted sign out side. Y'all still hiring?"

"Um..Y-yeah... I need a handy man, job includes free room, and board, but I won't just hire anybody though. There is a washer in the basement, if you fix one of them the jobs yours."

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Waddling to the basement with your Daddy's old toolbox, the heavy rusty thing knocked at your knees each step. He jogged over to you, taking the kit from your grasp and you thank him for it.

"The left one broke down a month ago and the other I'm guessing couldn't handle the over use. Dryers work just fine though."

Before he could reply you heard the door bell ring again. You excused yourself and left him to work.

"I'm coming, just a minute!" You shout down the hall as you hurried.

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"Sorry it took so long."

"Saul right Ma'am" he said rising from the floor. You watched from the door as he twisted a dial. The hum of the machine filled the growing awkward silence.

"Well aren't you something! I guess that means your hired."

He lifted his hat to smooth back stray strands of hair, his shy smile hid as he looked down to the floor.

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"Your room's on the third floor. Has a bed and a little sitting place. It's really small just enough room to lay your head really." The sound of foot-steps coming down the stairs halted you. Your eyes watch their back disappear into the night, until he cleared his throat bringing your attention back.

"That'll do just fine Ma'am." Something about his southern accent made your heart flutter. He picked up his duffel, throwing the strap over his shoulder as you dug out your ledger.

"Just down there is the supper table. I cook breakfast and dinner. You can eat in your room if you like, a lot of them do." You explained as you watch him sign the book. Arvin Russell it read.

He adjusted his strap as you talked, his deep brown eyes made it hard for you to keep his gaze, making you fidget nervously in place. "Most folks are gone during the day so I don't make lunch, but if you like no problem just give me a holler. Bath rooms are at the end of each hall."

Digging in your desk you find the master keys and a list of things that needed to be fixed. His fingers grazed yours lightly in the transfer, Arvin's touch sent a ripple of heat up to your face. He flipped through the wrinkled papers, scanning over the chores with a wrinkled brow.

"S-sorry to put so much on you, but when my daddy got sick things got out of hand and I never been one for fixing things."

"No problem Ma'am."

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During the day you kept busy. Scrubbing windows and mopping the halls of each floor. Arvin crossed paths with you on occasion. Gently brushing past you with his tools as he headed to his next assignment.

The door to Odis', one of the tents, room was left wide open when you walked by. Curious you glanced in, catching sight of Arvin lifting his shirt. Your legs stop moving as you watched him wipe away beads of sweat from his brow with the hem. You couldn't stop yourself from ogling his well toned exposed stomach.

The clanking of the dust pan hitting the floor caught his attention. Your face burn with embarrassment when he found you standing outside the room. Panicked you quickly picked up the pan and rushed off to the ground floor.

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You heard Arvin call your name. "Yeah?" You replied weakly still embarrassed.

*Relax he isn't thinking about you. Probably just thinks your a clumsy dits.

He came halfway down the stairs, looking down at you from the banister. "You got a minute? I need a little help" he asked politely.

"Oh sure... Uh sure" you reply looking up at him. Arvin abandoned his cap, his dark hair sticking to his forehead, curling from sweat. More sweat pooled on his shirt, the dampness helped stick the fabric to his lean figure.

Following him up the stairs he led you to a room on the third floor. In the corner of the room there was a large metal pipe leaning against the wall.

You watched as Arvin lifted the heavy pipe, angling it vertically in position.

"Can you hold this?" he called over his shoulder.

Walking over you grabbed it and Arvin moved to get behind you. He took your hands and placed them along the pipe as you steadied yourself to hold it still while it slightly wobbled.

"OK hold still just like that." He bent over beside you, digging into the tool box that rested on the floor. When he rose, Arvin stayed close behind you. You could feel the heat coming off him, he smelled like sweat and after shave. Your hands felt sweaty as you felt rattled a bit by his closeness.

The pipe shifted a bit, you tried nudging it slightly, but couldn't get it back in place.

"Stay steady" his breath tickled your ear, you gasped making him chuckle lightly. "Just like that" he moved the pipe back into place, pushing into your butt when he stepped closer. "Just hold right... here." He placed a hand on your hip and you tensed. His fingers lightly squeezed your softness. You had to fight hard to bring your mind out of the gutter, he just needed your help, nothing more, the spot between your thighs thought otherwise.

With his arms raised above you, Arvin tightened the nuts to secure the metal tube. You swallowed thickly when you heard him grunt as he forced the wrench to move. Looking over to your right you spied his exposed arms. His muscle flexing as he moved.

"Almost done" he said to you, pushing you almost flush to the steel, bumping you gently with each twist of the wrench. You only nod, unable to conjure words to speak properly. Through the cheap fabric of your dress you felt something hard poke at you through his jeans.

*Stomp it now get your mind out of the gutter.

You don't know what had gotten into you lately. First staring at him like a creeper now thinking about his manhood. Maybe its about time you started going back to church you thought to yourself. Cause right now it felt like the devil was leading you to temptation.

When Arvin stepped back you had to choke down a whimper from the loss of his feel. Pressing your lips together you prayed he aint hear you.

Tapping a hand on your shoulder you turn to look at him. "All done." He smiled at you, your hands release the pipe and you backed away.

"Thanks Ma'am."

"You're welcome Arvin" You smiled shyly then rushed off back to your desk.

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No matter how hard your days were the nights were by far the worst. Lying in bed you felt the mattress dip. The fear of the impending figure behind you prickled your skin.

Your eyes squeezed tightly shut as you tried to force yourself to sleep. Holding your breath in a dumb attempt to force yourself to pass out. The blanket covering you pulled away and you felt water fall from your closed eyes.

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Propping your head on your hands you leaned on your desk. Your eyes drooped as you zoned out, looking into space.

"You alright Ma'am?" Arvin startled you as he walked down the stairs.

"I couldn't sleep." You stand up and stretch, yawning a bit. He walked closer to your desk, dressed in his work pants shirt.

"Try some warm milk. Used to help me." He passed by your desk, walking down the hall with tool kit in had to the washers. The old machines acting up again since last time he fixed them.

"Oh Arvin" you shouted at him before he passed through the door. "Um.. can I add something to your list. No worries if you can't get it done today, but I would much appreciate it if you could."

Placing the box down by the laundry door he walked back over, digging the sheet from his back pocket. You grabbed a pen hopeful it was a task he wouldn't mind sorting right away.

"If you can't fix the lock today no problem. I will just go sleep in the attic." You spoke casually as he slipped you the paper to write on. He read over your assignment and you watched as his lips made a hard line.

"I locked myself out of my room, didn't want to wake you to get the spare, sorry. Now I done made more work for you" you laughed, but their was no humor in it. His features softened and you hoped he wouldn't press the issue.

Pushing the paper back to him, you bid him a due and turn to face away to pretend to make a call. When you heard him walk away you let out a breath.

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Arvin was a saint among men. You don't know where he found the money, but he added a chain lock to your door. You smiled at the shiny gold. Sliding on the chain and the bottom lock you prepared for bed.

Laying in bed the thought of the extra lock helped sooth your nerve as you slipped into sleep.

You felt an uncomfortable lump at your back rousing you awake. Your eyes shot open and a hand covered your mouth before you could scream out.

"You think your smart, putting that chain on that door" the beer on his breath hit your nose. Your tears soaked his hand as he held you.

You shake your head 'no' repeatedly in reply. He was still dressed in his work clothes as he laid next to you. The sound of his belt jingling made the tears fall harder.

"I told your daddy I would look out for you. How am I gonna do that if you lock the door?"

Lee, a local cop, only came around when his wife was either on the mends or she just flat out kicked him out. Your father had offered the man a free bed whenever he needed. His way of thanking him for keeping the neighborhood safe.

Lee pushed up your night gown and tsked when he felt your panties. The hand on your mouth slipped down your neck and you blubbered out your apologizes. He hated panties, too much work he called it. "What I told you about these?" he grumbled, forcing the fabric down.

"I-i'm sorry I thought my monthlies were coming on." You sniffed. You tried hard not to cry, you just hopped he would squeeze hard enough to make you pass out.

You heard him spit in his hand, he bumped into your back as he lubed himself up. You yelped when he smacked your ass hard, the sudden sting of pain loosening your locked legs.

"Yea you said that last week. I aint forget girl." He shoved himself inside after he found your opening. "Fucking bitch. I run the house gawd damn it!" Lee was mad at his wife agin. What ever his spite with her, you were paying for it. "Not gonna tell me what to do. Fucking bitch." He growled, panting heavily as he pumped.

You jolted with each thrust, no matter how many times Lee did it, it never got easier.

"Please." You panted desperately. "Please don't come in me" you choked out, his hand tightening his grip around your throat. You had been lucky so far, but you knew it was only a matter of time before your luck ran out.

Lee didn't like back talk, this was his show and you were just here for the ride. Pushing you completely flat you grip the fabric of the sheets. Lifting your ass as he rose to his knees he fucked into you harder. You cried out unable to adjust to his lengthen. He chuckled darkly at your pain, slamming into you repeatedly with a punishing rhythm.

He cursed your name. Reminded you of your place as he came deep in you. His seed filling your cunt as you pressed your head into the mattress and cried.

He slipped out of the bed. His pants once again jingling as he fixed himself up and headed out the door.

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It was that time of the month again.

Whenever he shouted he spit. It was disgusting. You had given him chance after chance, but he used them all. "I'm sorry Tommy if you don't have the rent by Thursday you are going to have to leave."

"Fuck you bitch you let that boy stay here rent free!" He shouted. Trying to make sure tent knew.

"He works here. He earns he keep."

"Then let me earn mine? or give me another week." He barked. His tone more of a demand than a request.

Sighing you hung your head low. Rubbing your temple with one hand you hugged your stomach with the other. First of the month was the worst. Tents ducked and dodged. Begged and pleaded or straight up demand just to not pay rent.

"Next Friday Tommy... That's the last time you hear me." You try to sound strong, but you knew he didn't give a shit as long as he won. "If you aint got it then, then I'm changing the locks and putting your stuff on the street."

He slammed his door in your face and you turned on your heels headed to the next delinquent.

"You alright Ma'am?" Straight ahead, Arvin poked out from the bathroom. You had to fight yourself from looking down at his lower half. In your peripheral you could see he was just in a towel that hung around his waist.

His wet hair seemed to curl under the towel on his head. Strands sticking to his forehead, his face still damp from the shower.

"Umm yeah. Uh just rents due and folks get a little uppity around this time of the month." You dry chuckle turning your eyes up at the ceiling. Fighting yourself from venturing further.

You couldn't tell if it was the steam that came from the bathroom or you. Whenever he was close, your body would react. The heat would turn up making you sweat.

"Well alright then. You have a good night Ma'am."

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*Bang Bang Bang

"Tommy!" You bang again. "Tommy! I will give you to the count of three. If you don't open this door and pay up. I am coming in and kicking you out!" You huffed tapping a foot.

"Ma'am?"

"Morning Arvin. Sorry did I wake you?"

"No was working down the hall."

"Tommy, skipped out on rent I think." Taking a deep breath you lifted your master key ring and unlocked the door. When you peered inside the room was a mess, no sign of Tommy.

Arvin followed you in side, with a hand on your hip you groaned. The amount of clean up you would have to do to ready it for a new tenant would take all day.

"Arvin can you change the lock on the door. I hate doing this, but I gotta kick him out"

"Sure thing ma'am"

As you turn to leave you over at Arvin who was still assessing the damage to the room. "Oh and can you possibly stay close. If he comes around I might need your help."

Arvin only nodded in response as you took your leave.

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Tommy didn't come back that day or the next. Putting up a sign you thought that you could clean up the room a bit, before the weekend. With the storm you figured not to many people would be coming around anyway.

Taking up a few boxes you get to tossing. One box you would keep in the addict. Somethings were just to hard to throw away sometimes, but a good chunk would go.

Thunder bashed down filling the room with a blinding white light. You yelped loudly bringing the sound of feet rushing down your way.

"You alright Ma'am?" Arvin looked in the room worried.

"Sorry Arvin, it’s just the storm. Lightening makes me a bit skittish sorry." You apologize as you get back to clearing the room.

"Well I am finished with my list for today, would you mind if I trouble you for some company?"

"U-um sure" you tried to fight off the smile.

His lips curled as he walked in the room. The instant he crossed the door frame you heard shouting coming from down stairs. When the voice made itself more clear you frowned.

"Oh uh sorry.. I need to tend to that" you say softly. With your head low you walked past him.

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Lee was wet and agitated. "Fucking bitch had the nerve to accuse me of drinking again." He spat while you sat waiting on the bed. "I aint touch a drop today" he said smugly.

You looked at your feet as he undressed in front of you. The sound of a siren blared loudly from out side, Lee turned and squinted at the sound. "Shit!" He stopped undressing and ran out.

Getting up from the bed you grabbed your robe and peered out the hall. The front door was open and Lee wasn't there. The rain still coming down hard, blew in through the open door so you walked bare foot to close it and see if he had really gone. His car was gone that was for sure and as you looked into the rain it seemed he had disappeared too. You exhaled in relief, backed away and closed the entrance.

"Ma'am?" Arvin called to you out of breath.

"Shit!" You gasped, turning to face him. Your heart bashed in your chest as you stared at him crazily. He was soaked to the bone. "Your gonna catch a cold walking around like that" you scolded tightening your robe.

"Do you have any clean towels?" You asked, but you turn back to look at the door. Hoping that Lee wouldn't suddenly comeback.

"I think so.. I know I need to do laundry, not too good at it so I've been holding it off."

"Well, I don't normally do this, but if you like I can mix yours with mine. I don't have enough clothes to justify using all that water anyway."you shrugged.

"I don't want to put you out" he stepped closer to you. "The way his clothes clung to him you had to try hard not to stare.

"N-no trouble. Um wait here I'll give you a towel just in case." You leave him and head back into your room. Digging in your cabinet for the towels. When you turned around again Arvin stood in your living room, looking around your meager abode. "I know it aint much, but at least I got my own bathroom" you chuckled.

When he stepped closer and you had to hold yourself together. Arvin dragged his teeth over his bottom lip while his eyes fell to the opening in your rope.

"S-sorry" your face felt on fire, embarrassed you looked down to your feet. You held out the towel and closed the robe with the other. Arvin’s hand lifted your chin and your eyes went wild.

His lips felt so soft. You just wanted to kiss them all day. Arvin's arms wrapped around your waist and you wanted to melt into him.

Arvin turned you around and backed you up until you both fell backwards onto the bed. Arvin rested comfortably between your thighs while his manhood pressed on your mound. You didn’t know if it were his jeans or your nature making you go wet, but either way you welcomed it.

You gasped when he sucked on your neck, kissing the spot after pulling off. Arvin ground his hips into you making the warmth between your legs soak with desperation.

Holding himself above you, you forced yourself to finally look back at him without shying away. He smirked down at you as he peeled off his top, the wet garment hit the floor hard. His muscles moved and tightened as he freed his shaft. Biting your bottom lips you hummed when he rubbed the tip hard against your slit then lining himself up. Arvin pressed his weight down as he pushed inside slowly. You moaned his name at his fullness. The bed frame squeaked as he rocked.

Kissing you again swallowing your moans, you wrap your legs around his back urging him deeper. Ever the gentleman he obliged.

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*Bang Bang Bang

The furious jiggling and banging was most definitely Lee. You were surprised he hadn't popped the lock as usual, but it was only a matter of time before he got through.

Arvin must not have noticed so you slapped his chest. Pushing him off, but he wouldn't stop. Instead kissing you again as you tried to speak.

"Arvin please, that's Lee... he's.. cop" you spoke on his lips, but your words meant nothing.

Arvin's eye were darkened with lust. You tried to spin away, but he hooked your legs keeping you there, fucking you with his slow pace. He was splitting your mind in two. You wanted to cum so desperately, but your reason told you that Lee wouldn't take kindly to this.

Arvin continued to rock into you as Lee screamed at the door. Your back arched when Arvin took your nipple in his mouth.

"That's it. That's my girl. Come for me." He mumbled over your nipple. Licking the areola and sucking it again, you came around him, squeezing his cock making him hum with approval.

The banging on your bedroom wall brought your high down fast. "I will shoot through this gawd damn wall if you don't let me in!" Lee threatened. You looked at Arvin with panic in your eye. Arvin kissed you gently again as Lee screamed on. You were terrified, you hoped you could explain Arvin's presence away as a maintenance emergency, but before you could properly forma a though he pulled up his pants as you fixed yourself. Arvin didn't stop or look back as you called out to him. Paying you no mind as he opened the door and walked out.

The sound in the hall was so loud you thought lightening had broke through the roof. You rushed out of your room and found Lee out cold, with a pool growing around his perimeter. You looked at Arvin, the young man unconcerned as he began dragging the cop into your room by his feet.

"Get a bucket and a mop" he commanded, the pistol tucked deep in his pants. Without a word you followed his orders.

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