#and i’m in the living room so i have to watch Services & can’t just go find it

[mildmayfoxe]

ok now i’m going to watch LAVALANTULA (2015) which is ostensibly about tarantulas made of lava. much better name than the last one

[st4rryrain]

Infamous

(Logan Howlett x Reader)

Tags: smut, fluff, fem!reader, age gap, probably ooc, worst!logan, post-deadpool x wolverine, aftercare, return of egg the cat, no proof reading ‘cause I’m lazy

Word Count: 2.2k

Summary: At your apartment, you decide to watch a movie with Logan. However, Logan thinks you’re more fascinating to look at than some movie. So, he wants to show you how much he thinks so.

A/N: Part 2 of Strawberry Lip Gloss! Also, um, so sorry for the long wait. I may or may not have gotten bad writers block.

Logan sat on your couch, taking in the new environment. Your apartment was small and had one bedroom. It was cozy, warm, and pretty; a nice way to end your first date. The white, round feline, Egg, went to Logan—sitting on the armrest beside him. Egg stared at him and flicked her tail. Logan couldn’t tell if he should think it’s cute or if he should be worried for his dear life.

“She’s just getting to know you.” You said from the kitchen.

Logan stared at the cat. The cat turned her head and side eyed Logan. “I feel like my soul is being judged…”

You were heard laughing as you entered the dark living room with the tv on—bowl of popcorn in hand.

“That’s definitely what’s going on.” You sat by Logan and Egg immediately walked over Logan’s lap to sit beside you.

“Oh so now she’s ignoring me?” Logan humorously scoffed with an eyebrow raised.

You grabbed the tv remote and turned to Egg. “I can’t keep defending you, girl.”

Logan put his arm around your shoulders and pulled you in. “What movie do you wanna watch, sweetheart?”

You hummed as you browsed the streaming service, the gears turning in your head. What would be something Logan would also enjoy? You didn’t want him to bore him to death.

“Um… What about…” You scrolled through the catalog of movies and shows, nothing catching your eye.

“Sweetheart, you don’t have to stress about this. Just choose whatever movie you want, baby.” Logan reassured you.

“Well, yeah, but… I want you to actually enjoy it too. Not just watch it because I picked it.”

Logan slightly grinned at your eagerness to please him.

“Do you like… cheesy romance?” You asked.

Logan raised an eyebrow. “How cheesy we talking?”

You looked at him, “Like… Disney cheesy.”

He thought about it for a moment.

“Sure, I’m up for it.”

You smiled and turned back to the tv, “Have you seen…” The cursor stopped on one poster. “Enchanted?”

“Can’t say I have.”

“You’re gonna hate it… probably…”

The movie was cheesy and sweet. It perfectly captured the late 2000’s and its campiness.

“She’s acting like it’s her first time seeing a man’s chest.” Logan said as he put some popcorn into his mouth.

“Give her a break. I’m sure living in a world that’s rated PG sucked. She didn’t even know the word ‘angry’.”

“Yeah, but she’s acting like a Victorian man seeing an ankle.”

You laughed, “You probably would act the same way.”

The tv illuminated your face and created a sparkle in your eye. Despite only seeing half of your face, Logan couldn’t help but admire your features. The way you looked at the tv, the way your eyes watched with fascination, and the way your lips moved as you munched on the popcorn. To think that he had tried brushing you off when you first met him was unfathomable. The fact that he almost never got the chance to experience sitting on your couch, watching a movie, and having his arm around you was almost sickening to him.

Egg hopped off the couch, taking Logan out of his trance.

“Baby?” He muttered.

You looked at him, “Yeah?”

“Nothing… I just wanted to see that pretty face.”

Logan catches the slight blush on your cheeks. The world around you seemed to disappear. He moved the bowl from your lap to your coffee table. One of his rough fingers brushed against your cheek.

“You’re such a sweet, pretty girl…” His hand cupped your cheek.

A warmth between your legs blossomed as he leaned in.

He smirked as your noses were only a few centimeters away. “So pretty… and all for me…” His voice was almost like a sweet coo.

You squeezed your thighs together.

“Ain’t that right, baby?”

Your breath hitched. “I… Yeah…”

Logan’s smirk widened. “My sweet angel...” His voice was dripping with lust and you quickly picked up on it.

He leaned in and captured your lips. His lips moved eagerly against yours, the kiss getting sloppier with every passing second.

“You wanna show me your bedroom, sweetheart?” Logan mumbled into the kiss.

You hummed a yes and got up, eagerly leading him into your moonlit room. Logan kicked the door closed as his large hands moved from your waist to grope your ass. Your arms wrapped around his neck to pull him in closer.

You both stripped each other down to your underwear. His hands gripped your thighs, lifting you off the floor. His mutant strength surprised you, causing a small yelp. He walked towards the bed to set you down. He sat you down on the edge of the bed.

“You’re so good to me, baby.” Logan whispered as he gently pushed you to lay down. He ravaged your body with kisses. One of his hands lifted you up while the other reached to unclip your bra. He practically tore it away as he peppered kisses down to your chest.

“Fuck… You’re perfect…” He muttered, taking one of your nipples into his mouth.

You gasped out, “Logan…”

His mouth moved on one breast as his hand fondled the other. “Such a beautiful girl… You make such pretty sound, angel.”

Your eyes fluttered shut as he put one of his knees between your legs and pushed it against your clothed cunt.

“Oh fuck…”

Logan smiled against your breast when he heard the vulgarity leave your lips. “That feel good, baby?”

“Mhm.” You could barely get out a sound as his knee began to move against your cunt.

“Oh, such a good girl. You’re making such beautiful sounds for me, sweetheart.” He cooed.

You whined as you felt his knee depart from your cunt. Logan got off you and gazed down for a moment. His eyes were clouded with hunger; a hunger only you could satisfy.

Logan got down on his knees and brought his head between your thighs. His kisses transitioned into soft bites the closer he got to your heat. His fingers hooked onto your panties.

“Can I take these off, my sweet angel?” He softly asked.

Logan saw you nod and pulled them off you. He felt a shockwave shoot through him at the view.

“Fuck, you’re gorgeous.” He said before he dove in.

You had always heard people talk about your world’s Wolverine being an animal in bed. It was likely a result from his many rendezvous as word spread in trickles. Now there you were in bed with him while he ate you out like his life depended on it. The most infamous rumor everyone heard had always been how he ate pussy like a monster. To your pleasant surprise, it applied to all Wolverine variants.

“O-Oh my god…!” You gasped out while you gripped his hair and the sheets.

If you didn’t know any better, you could have believed he was taking more pleasure from eating you out than you were.

Logan looked up at you while he snaked his hands from your thighs to find your hands. His large hands laced fingers with yours and he groaned when you squeezed.

You lifted your head a little bit to look down at him and the look in his eyes was almost enough to make you cum. His eyes were dark and were a window into the feral animal inside. The coil in your stomach began to tighten.

“L-Logan! Fuck! I’m close!” You whined, slightly, bucking your hips.

You could feel the smirk on his face against your dripping cunt. Your back arched as you threw your head back.

“Logan! O-Oh f-fuck! Fuck!” Your whines turned into cries of ecstasy as blissful nirvana washed over you.

Logan lapped for a bit longer, helping you ride out your high. Eventually, he departed from your poor pussy to get up on his two feet and lowered his briefs.

Your eyes slightly widened. “Oh fuck… You sure you’re gonna fit?”

Logan softly laughed as he climbed over you, caging you in his arms.

“It will, babe. Don’t worry that pretty little head of yours, ‘kay?” He pressed a kiss to your forehead. “Let me take care of you…”

His tone was both sweet and sultry. It was more than enough to make your knees weak and cunt throb.

“Gonna take it slow.” He positioned himself at your slick folds. “Ready, angel?”

Your hands found their way to his biceps, gently holding them as you braced for contact. The eye contact with him as you nodded was intimate in its own way, almost as if you were telling him how you trusted him. Logan moved onto his forearms for support as he slowly started pushing into you. You whined slightly as you hooked your arms under his.

“I know, baby, I know… Just relax.” Logan kissed your temple.

You held onto him for dear life as he bottomed out. His small grunt as he filled you up entirely. Fuck, he was huge. Unreasonably huge. But he filled you up just right. He placed kisses on your head as he tested the waters and rocked his hips gently.

“Holy shit, you’re fucking tight.” He groaned out.

You whined, “You’re just fucking big.”

Logan chuckled softly. “That too.” He grunted as he twitched inside you, “Baby, can I go faster?”

You nodded, completely lost in the bliss of intimacy. Logan started to pick up the pace, making the bed creak slightly.

“O-Oh fuck… You’re so fucking hot.” Logan groaned out in response to your whimpers.

You clung onto him and gasped at each thrust.

Logan let out a small breathy laugh, “Enjoying yourself, babydoll?”

Your lips were pursed and eyes squeezed tight as you concentrated on the toe curling feeling. “Mhm.”

He shifted and stood up on his knees. He flipped you over, making you whined, “Why’d you do that? I was close to being close…”

Logan couldn’t help but laugh. “‘Close to being close’? Baby, trust me, this will get you there faster, okay?”

“Mhm.”

Logan helped put you on all fours to hold your hips.

“God had favorites when making you…” He hummed in appreciation.

Before you could react, Logan slipped into you.

“Oh fuck!” You moaned from the unexpected movement.

Logan leaned over, his chest against your back as he thrusted deeply.

“Who does this cunt belong to, sweetheart?” He whispered into your ear.

You were too busy drooling over the mind numbing fucking he was giving you to even respond. He grabbed your face with one of his calloused hands, tilting your head back to look up at him as he pounded into you.

“Answer my question. Who does this pretty pussy belong to?” His words were sharp and harsh.

You whined and struggled to focus your gaze up at him. “Y-You, Lo-Logan! Fuck!”

“Mhm?” He cooed, “You feel how deep I’m fucking you?”

You squeezed your eyes shut and let out a soft cry. Logan’s harsh grip on your jaw shook your head a little.

“Eyes on me, baby.”

You opened your eyes and locked eyes with him. He gave you a wolfish grin.

“Such. A. Good. Fucking. Girl.” He snapped his hips at each word, making you grip the sheets tightly.

“G-Gonna cum!” You cried out.

“Mhm? My angel’s gonna cum?” His cock twitched inside of you. “C’mon, princess. Give it to me.”

Your eyes rolled into the back of your head and he shook your head again.

“Keep your eyes on me. I want you to look at me while you cum.”

Your gaze immediately returned to Logan like a dog obeying a command.

“Atta girl.” His thrusts were brutal and unforgiving. Both of you were sure you’d lose your ability to walk for who knows how long.

“C’mon, baby. Give it to me. Wanna feel that pretty cunt cum.” His voice was almost like an animalistic growl. “Gonna fill up this tight pussy. Gonna make you feel so good, honey.”

Your voice got caught in your throat as you reached your orgasm. It was only after you reached bliss that your cry escaped your mouth. Logan’s cock throbbed inside of you as he shoot his warm ribbons inside of you. His hips gave a last harsh snap as he buried himself deep into you.

“Yeah, just like that.” He grunted. “Such a good girl. Such a good fucking girl.”

Your body went limp from exhaustion and Logan helped by gently setting your upper body down, still buried deep in you. He leaned down to get close to your ear again. He brought a hand to brush hair out of your face.

“You okay, baby?” He softly asked.

You were a sweaty panting mess but was able to mutter out, “Mhm.”

Logan kissed your temple and caressed your arms. “You did so good for me, sweetheart. I hope I made you feel as good as you made me feel.”

The world felt confined to your bedroom, as if nothing else mattered. Your soft pants filled the room as he slipped out of you. He wrapped his arms around you and gently pulled you down to lay with him in his embrace. He kissed the back of your hair and rested his chin on your head. His large, calloused hand rubbed your thigh lovingly.

“I love you.” He muttered, breaking the comfortable silence.

You smiled like an idiot. “I love you too.”

[whatstruthgottodowithit]

Comfort Zone

Fandom: Harry Potter

Pairing: Sirius Black x James Potter x Remus Lupin x Reader, Marauders x Reader

Characters:  Sirius Black, James Potter, Remus Lupin, Reader

Rating: Teen

Word Count: 2751

Summary: You and the boys go out of your comfort zone.

Tags/Warnings: PolyMarauders, Marauders, F/M/M/M, Post Hogwarts, Maraduers Era, Poly, Kissing, Angst, Fluff, Arguing

Notes: I am trying to get the other evans girl finished but the ideas wont stop and I have no self control x

MASTERLISTS // TAG LIST

‘You know he’s going to say no right?’ Remus said, watching you as you pulled the pie from the oven and placed it on counter top. James looked up from where he was lounging on the sofa, laughing as you scowled.

‘You don’t know that,’ you countered, moving to grab the potatoes that were near spilling over.

‘I know Padfoot,’ Remus said, placing his book down. 

‘We all know Padfoot Moony,’ James said rolling his eyes before he clambered out of his seat and came towards you, his hand dancing along your waist as he watched you cook.

’Exactly,’ you said, ‘and I know that he can be persuaded.’

‘What by a good meal,’ Remus said with a raised eyebrow, coming towards you too, resting his elbows on the counter as he eyed the pair of you. 

‘By a good meal and dessert,’ you mused. James chuckled, ‘she might have a point there.’

‘All I’m saying is don’t get your hopes up,’ Remus said softly watching as your face fell in a frown, not relieved by James touch as he kissed your temple. 

‘Moonys right sweetheart,’ James said softly. You looked at him, worried that the hopes you’d pinned on this might’ve been in vain.

‘It’ll be fine,’ you said unsure who you were trying to convince, ‘I’ll make a good case for it you know me.’

The boys shared a look as you busied yourself obliviously thinking over the game plan as you finished dinner. You were just finishing up dolloping mash potatoes onto each of their plates when the fire in the living room glowed green, Sirius stepping out not a moment later. 

‘Hey,’ he said, shrugging his leather jacket off and coming towards you, placing a kiss on your temple as he said, ‘something smells good.’

‘I made your favourite,’ you said, gesturing to the steak and ale pie on the counter top, ‘pop it on the table will you. Dinner will only be a minute.’

‘How about that for service eh Pads?’ James ribbed, taking his seat at the table as did Remus with Sirius joining a moment later, placing the pie in the centre. 

‘Can’t complain,’ he mused as you placed their plates down, dropping into a seat yourself as Remus started to dish out the pie you’d made. 

It was quite the squeeze, your tiny kitchen feeling even tinier with the four of you around the table, but you loved it like this. It hadn’t been the plan of course; James and Sirius had moved in once leaving school and as your relationship developed you and Remus had sort of never left but you wouldn’t trade it. Even if it meant you had to run your wants and needs by everyone you loved, something you were building up to ask about but as Sirius looked at you your nerve went and instead you said ‘so how was work?’

‘Fine,’ Sirius said, ‘got a good case today.’

‘Yeah?’ you asked.

‘Yeah apparently there’s been quite a few dragon eggs smuggled into the country. Don’t know where from yet of course but should be interesting.’

‘That is interesting,’ you said, trying to figure out how to steer the conversation back around.

‘What about you?’ Sirius asked, taking a bit of pie. 

‘Oh you know not much,’ you shrugged, ‘got the flat tidy.’

‘Just you?’ Sirius said looking at James who hadn’t been paying attention until then but glared at the inference. 

‘It’s my day off,’ James protested. 

‘Your day to be a lazy git,’ Sirius teased and though you knew he was joking there was an edge to it that you frowned at especially when James pretended to shrug it off. It was funny to you how your roles within this little thing could be defined so quickly. How even though Sirius had no more a claim over you than the others he was still so certain to make sure you weren’t being taken advantage of, the one you turned to when you needed help. How James was your relief, the one who kept your spirits up, who made you laugh even if he couldn’t make a bed or pick up a pair of socks to save his life. And Remus was the one you shared your worries with. The one who made you feel heard and seen in a house full of boys.  

‘Rem helped when he got back,’ you said reassuringly. 

‘See,’ James said,’ besides I thought you wanted practice looking after something I’m just giving you opportunity.’

‘Why would she want that?’ Sirius asked confused. 

‘No reason,’ you said far too quickly to ever be casual. You’d been gearing up to ask but seeing the conversation teetering on a row you’d decided to postpone until James opened his big mouth. Sirius’ eyes narrowed.

‘What is it?’ he asked.

‘Nothing,’ you lied, ‘I mean I don’t know what he’s on about.’

‘Sweetheart,’ Sirius said, his voice low and daring. You looked to James and Remus to find them interested in their meals, no help to you even as Sirius said, ‘alright what’s going on?’

‘Well,’ you said nervously, ‘I wanted to ask you something.’

‘Why what’s wrong?’ Sirius asked worriedly.

‘Nothing bad,’ you said placing your hand on his reassuringly.

‘Jesus mate lighten up,’ James teased. Sirius rolled his eyes but elected to ignore him, his gaze falling on you as he said, ‘what is it love?’

‘It’s just well I’ve been thinking,’ you said.

‘What about?’ Sirius asked.

‘Well about us,’ you said bashfully, ‘about this little thing we’ve got going on.’

‘Right,’ Sirius said dubiously.

‘And I was just thinking that it might be nice if we expanded a little,’ you said meekly.

‘Expanded?’ he asked, thoughts whizzing visibly behind his eyes. 

‘Yeah,’ you said. 

‘Like someone else?’ Sirius asked glancing at James and Remus before back at you. 

‘No, no of course not. I don’t want anyone else but you lot you know that,’ you said, squeezing his hand. That appeared to trigger something as he said, ‘you’re pregnant?’

‘What?’ you and James baulked, with Remus inhaling a piece of broccoli at the same time which made him cough and splutter as you protested, ‘no of course not!’

‘Well what else could it be?’ Sirius protested, glancing at Remus to make sure he was okay before his eyes went back to you.

‘Not that Jesus,’ James huffed, thumping a still watery eyed Remus on the back to help dislodge the issue. 

‘Well excuse me for jumping to conclusions when you’re obviously all in on whatever this is,’ Sirius said irritably, gesturing between the three of you.

‘That’s cos we won’t say no,’ James countered.

‘I never said yes,’ Remus said, his voice still weak as he glugged down a drink of water.

‘Yes to?’ Sirius asked.

‘I want a kitten,’ you said quickly realising there was no point beating around the bush anymore given the anarchy that had already been caused. 

‘What?’ Sirius asked as if he hadn’t heard you.

‘A kitten,’ you reiterated, ‘I was thinking about it and don’t you think a little-’

‘No,’ Sirius said flatly.

‘But-’ you protested but he waved you off stating, ‘you know I hate cats.’

‘You don’t know that,’ you said.

‘Yes I do,’ he said firmly.

‘How do you know?’ you pressed, ‘I mean you might do.’

‘I don’t,’ Sirius said, his tone challenging you not to talk back to him. As if this was the end of the discussion, but you weren’t done.

‘You don’t know that you just think you do because-’

‘He’s a dog?’ James finished.

‘Because you’ve never been around them!’ you corrected, ‘but I think it’ll be really good-’

‘What to have it scratching everything up and shitting in a box in the corner?’ Sirius scoffed.

‘We can let it go outside,’ you offered.

‘In the middle of a city yeah right,’ he said shaking his head. 

‘Oh Pads please,’ you begged.

‘I said no,’ Sirius said firmly.

‘Oh go on mate,’ James sighed. Sirius glowered at him, as he started, ‘just because you’re bendable to whatever she wants-’

‘Because I want her to be happy,’ James challenged.

‘Because you like pissing me off and being her favourite,’ Sirius said making James scowl. 

‘Pads please,’ you pleaded. 

‘I said no,’ he said pulling his hand out from under yours as he started to eat again. Irritated you looked away from him, looking to Remus who’s remained quiet even though he had been watching.

‘Please Rem?’ you asked.

‘I don’t know love,’ he said.

‘Come on majority rules. James said yes-’

‘James would say yes to anything that would get your top off,’ Sirius muttered.

‘And you wouldn’t?’ James scoffed; Sirius’ digs seemingly having gone too far to be just light hearted teasing. A sentiment that was confirmed as Remus, the nominated peacemaker, said, ‘lads stop it.’

Unfortunately he hadn’t said anything about you and so you looked to Sirius and challenged him, ‘okay what about a baby then?’

‘What?’ Sirius gawped.

‘See kitten isn’t as mad as that,’ you challenged.

‘She’s got a point,’ James said, making you smile smugly that you still had him on side.

‘She doesn’t have any point she’s being ridiculous!’ Sirius snapped.

‘I’m being ridiculous? You’re the one who won’t even hear me out I mean did you even wonder why I want one?’ you challenged. As the boys looked at you silently you continued, ‘I want a kitten because I want something for me. Something that’s just mine that I don’t have to share with anyone. Now I’m not saying I hate what we have going I love you all you know that. I just like our little home; I think we make it really lovely and you take such good care of me I just want something to love besides you three.’

All three of them remained silent, staring at you. When none of them spoke the weight of your words started hitting you, your vulnerability and longing now feeling more like a weakness rather than strength, as if you were in the middle of the ocean surrounded by three sharks. 

‘Fine,’ you huffed as your embarrassment caught the better of you, slamming your fork down and standing up.

‘Oh come on don’t get in a strop,’ Sirius scoffed, throwing his own utensils down.

‘Babe come on,’ James said tugging at your sleeve though you yanked it from his grip.

‘Pads is right let’s not fall out over something silly,’ Remus said, and though his was the nicest tone of the three of them it was that which made you see red.

‘Oh so I’m being silly now?’ you snapped, ‘when you won’t even contemplate doing something a little out of your comfort zone.’ 

‘You know I don’t like them,’ Sirius reasoned weakly.

‘Yeah you’ve made that clear I just thought I’d mean enough to try something you don’t like,’ you said curtly, throwing him a glare as you added, ‘I mean haven’t we all gone out of our comfort zone.’

‘That’s not the same,’ Sirius scoffed.

‘Isn’t it?’ you challenged.

‘You know it isn’t,’ he replied darkly. 

‘Feels like it’s one rule for the boys one for me,’ you said firmly. 

‘Babe you it’s not like that you know it’s not,’ James said softly. Sirius however didn’t seem to be caving, his jaw clenched at the accusation. 

‘Look,’ he started.

‘You know what forget it,’ you snapped, pulling away from the table and slamming your chair under it no doubt knocking a couple of knees as you did not that anyone complained. In fact the other boys looked worried, Remus especially as he said, ‘aren’t you going to eat your dinner?’

 ‘I’m not hungry,’ you lied, storming off to your bedroom, the door slamming behind you.

As James and Remus looked towards Sirius they found him on his feet too, grabbing his coat from where he’d hung it and shrugging it on. 

‘Mate come on,’ Remus grumbled. Sirius ignored him, heading to the fireplace.

‘Where are you going?’ James asked, turning so that he could see him.

‘Out,’ Sirius said and before they could protest he disappeared through green flame. 

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‘I still don’t think they’re good together,’ James said, his voice rumbling against your belly where his head was resting, your fingers running through his messy locks soothingly.

‘I don’t mind them,’ you said, trying not to giggle and tease him about the fact he’d maintained he had no interest in watching the soap you were currently watching.

‘Hmm,’ he muttered neither in agreement nor rebuttal. 

Before you could say anything though the door clicked open, making him lift his head from your stomach, and Sirius appeared in the doorway. Though James had been on your side, telling you how he agreed Sirius was being unreasonable he straightened up, no doubt aiming to be peacemaker as he said, ‘hey mate.’

‘Hey,’ Sirius said hesitantly, frowning as you refused to look in his direction. Nevertheless he cleared his throat and continued, ‘can I borrow you for a minute?’

‘Uh yeah sure,’ James said scrambling off you though as Sirius threw him a look James said, ‘oh you don’t mean me.’

You glanced their way for a fraction of a second before turning your attention back to the screen, thankful neither of them saw it. Sirius sighed and leant on the door frame, ‘are you still not talking to me?’

‘Are you still being selfish?’ you replied, your eyes still ahead, arms folded across your chest.

‘Guys,’ James sighed.

‘No actually,’ Sirius said cutting him off and earning a scoff from you. With a sigh he walked forward towards the bed, sitting down on the edge of it as he said, ‘would you just come into the living room? Please?’

You watched him for a moment, his grey eyes pleading with you in a way that made your heart thump. It was enough to make you let your guard down as you sighed and said, ‘fine.’ 

He climbed up before you heading to the door with you and James following him out into the living room. You were still miffed at him but more annoyed at yourself for being so malleable when it came to any of them playing on your heart strings. 

‘Now I understand if you don’t like it but there wasn’t much I could do at this time of night,’ Sirius said, turning to face you. Your gaze skimmed the living room, clocking Remus who was sitting on the couch but nothing that gave you any clues as to what he was talking about. As he watched you his face grew nervous.

‘Well?’ he asked, still you weren’t sure but before you could ask him what the hell he was on about you heard a little mewling chirp. Your eyes immediately flew in the direction of the noise where you found a tiny kitten trotting around on Remus’ lap, tiny claws clinging from his jumper as it threw itself about.

‘Oh my god!’ you squealed, racing forward to scoop the tiny little thing off of Remus’ lap. It wriggled about in your arms as you fawned over it.

‘Hi sweetheart, oh my god, hi, hi,’ you cooed, cuddling it to you, ‘oh my god aren’t you cute!’

‘It’s a good job he is otherwise he’d be long gone given how many times he’s scratched me on the way over here,’ Sirius grumbled, making you look up from your fit of fawning.

‘Aw sweetie do you not like the big doggy,’ you teased, earning a mew from the tiny black kitten in your arms. 

‘And yet he’s been awful fond of the big bad wolf,’ Sirius joked earning a chuckle from you all. You smiled and decanted the kitten into Remus’ arms so that you could go to him, your arms wrapping around his neck as he held you to him, a smirk playing on his lips.  That was also the beauty of your relationship, whenever you did argue or disagree about something it never lasted long.

‘Hi,’ he said, moving a strand of hair from your face.

‘Hi,’ you replied.

‘Did I do alright?’ he asked hesitantly.

‘Sirius this is amazing,’ you whispered, ‘thank you so much.’

‘Yeah well it’s good to get out your comfort zone I suppose,’ he shrugged. 

‘You might be right,’ you said, leaning in to kiss him tenderly, ‘are you sure we just want one?’

‘Don’t push it,’ he mumbled into your lips. 

SIRIUS BLACK TAGS

@caitlin1996

[kitten4sannie]

*slams door open for the seance* I am going to throw my two favorite sans together - demon cat boy. Imagine San as a nekomata, a demon cat with two tails, who’s been sneaking around humanity for a good century or two. He’s had his tricks and pranks with humans, always wandering, never staying in one place too long.

Until he meets you.

There’s just something about you draws him to you, and before he knows it he’s made your home his home. If you’re suspicious of the fact he has two tails, it doesn’t show much, just that you make sure to pet each tail with equal amount of love.

San loves the fact you praise him and spoil him, and he takes full advantage of your affection. He’s a cuddle whore, always in your lap kneading away in happiness with loud purrs.

But then he hears you one night, in your room, door closed to keep him out. He knows you’re getting off in your room, writhing on your bed, trying to imitate the satisfaction that only a lover could give you. And oh the sounds you make. So beautiful. And he can’t help but imagine what kind of sounds you’d make beneath him as he’d ruin you over and over again through the entire night.

San was always good at having patience, but now? With him palming his cock, tail twitching, as he listens to you through the door? His patience has worn thin, especially since it’s been quite a while since he’s slept with another being. And besides, it was only considerate of him to return the love you gave to him, right?

(Anyway just a thought I thought you’d might enjoy. Congrats on your 3K milestone! 🤭)

roo !!!! OH MY GODDDDD. i’ve told you before and i tell you again: you are a geniusss for this idea like you’re out here playing 4D chess while everyone’s still trying to figure out checkers sksk like holy shit nekomata san ….. demon !! cat boy !! sannie !!! me and the spirits are all staring at each other in disbelief rn hdjshd anyways i hope you enjoy :3 <333

⛧ seance smutfest ⛧

w.c: 2.7k

warnings: dom! san (he’s a little meanie in this), sub! fem reader (has a few tricks up her sleeve <3), san has cat hybrid/demon characteristics, he also has two cocks btw *cough*, pet names, praise, teasing, some outright disgusting romantic behavior (and a few L bombs??? *gasp* lesbians <3 no i’m jk sksjh i wish 😔), like one cat pun okayyy, kissing, possessiveness, olfactophilia, brief almost mutual masturbation, oral (receiving), squirting, double penetration in one hole (i mean…i had to yk?), creampie, cum kink idk

Masterlist

Just like every other night, you sat in your living room watching a new series on some overpriced streaming service with your dear companion curled up with his head resting on your lap, enjoying each other’s company in comfortable silence. You found yourself moving your hands through his obscenely soft jet black hair for what seemed like hours, giving the purring demon’s shifting ears and dual tails the occasional loving stroke.

You enjoyed physical touch as much as the next person, but San was a different breed. He enjoyed it so much, he couldn’t keep himself from reciprocating in order to show his immeasurable appreciation and desire for you. That explained the deep, reverberating purrs that were coming from his chest, the coy little look he was giving you past his long eyelashes from below, his pink lips parted like he was waiting for you to say or do something. What, you didn’t know. Kiss him, maybe. Or tease him, perhaps. San wasn’t even quite sure what he wanted himself, but what he was sure of, was that he wanted to keep massaging your soft, bare thighs, especially since he finally managed to wiggle his way up underneath your sleep shorts.

Once the show lost its grip on your mind, you were suddenly distinctly aware of the way San was kneading into your upper thighs, his fingers getting dangerously close to your bare cunt. Was he just an adorable demon kitty getting lost in the moment or was he being naughty? Regardless, you began to get worked up over it. 

When San slowly closed his eyes again from how warm and relaxed his body felt, you subtly squeezed around the base of one of his tails for only a moment, encouraging a light, throaty moan to leave San’s mouth. You smiled innocently down at him, despite the prolonged throb you felt in your core. “Are you feeling good, San?” you asked sweetly, about to do it again when the demon’s tail curled around your wrist, the other one gently grazing your chest. 

 “T-too good, mortal,” San mumbled, his cheeks flushing with color, his dual-colored eyes finding solace in your equally flustered disposition. “Y’know how sensitive my tails are.” 

“How does it make your body feel?” You bit your bottom lip, running your fingers over the tail that began to drift down your chest, familiar with the pheromones he could release at any moment, wanting them to envelop you.

“Warm,” he replied simply, staring you down quite intensely, a small, pleased smile on his face, his fangs just barely visible past his curled lips. He knew what you were doing and what you clearly wanted, but he would wait to confront you for now, instead releasing pheromones that made the both of you develop an instant body and head high, like you were experiencing the effects of a body-altering fever. 

“I…think I’m going to lay down for a bit, Sannie. I’m feeling a little overheated all of a sudden,” you sighed, gently pushing San off of you and standing up, unconsciously adjusting the crotch of your shorts, knowing internally how wet you were already. 

San knew too, of course. He didn’t even have to see it for his own eyes. He could smell it. Your dripping arousal, just asking to be lapped up.

Shifting from one foot to the other, you pressed your thighs together, giving him a weak smile, the throbbing you felt almost becoming almost impossible to ignore any longer. “Why don’t you watch that one baking show with all the kitties that you like…to, um, keep yourself busy?”

San sat up from his relaxed position on the couch, letting out an inconvenienced meow. He was already so hard, mostly due to laying his head on your thighs. Your soft, soft thighs. He pressed his hands into the cushion below him, instinctively kneading it. “Kat’s Kitchen?” he asked, his head tilting to the side.

“Yes, watch that, okay?” You swallowed, clearing your throat. Even though it was perfectly normal to get aroused over such a thing, this time around, you were absolutely drenched, so you couldn’t help but feel like a pervert, unsure if San was just being his unsuspecting, cute hybrid self or if he was purposely trying to initiate something with you.

San watched you walk away with interest, momentarily deciding to turn on the show he loved so much. He sat there for a while, satisfied with the cute cats zooming around and playing together on screen while their owner put a cake in the oven and instructed the viewers on how long it should bake. A sudden overwhelmingly sweet aroma drifted into his nose, causing it to twitch and his pupils to grow to the size of marbles. 

“Y/N…” He climbed off of the couch and headed towards the source of the scent, which just so happened to be your bedroom. Hearing soft sounds of pleasure slipping out past the cracked door, San pushed his face into it, causing it to open a bit more and allowing him to see you in all your glory — fully naked and covered in a light sheen of sweat, your legs fully spread open with a vibrator pressed directly into your swollen clit, while earnestly finger-fucking your squelching cunt. 

“T-typical lust-driven mortal…” he stuttered to himself, unaware of how red his cheeks were, or how hard he was breathing, hardly noticing that he was already grinding himself against the doorframe, more and more beads of pre-cum staining the front of his sweatpants the longer he watched you pleasure yourself. 

“Wanna cum…” Huffing and blowing a bit of hair out of the way, you slid the vibrator into your aching cunt, working your clit with two digits. 

“Fuck, Y/N…” San groaned and gripped the doorframe tightly, routinely dropping his hips and desperately thrusting upwards into the sleek wood, wishing he was inside you instead. 

“San…fuck, don’t stop,” you moaned out, hastily dropping one of your legs down against the bed, pushing the toy further in, your fingers starting to cramp. “Fuck me, please, fuck me harder…” 

The demon’s fluffy ears rotated individually like satellite dishes that were on two opposite frequencies, his hips slowly ceasing their movement. That was basically an invite, right? And if you wanted him so bad, then he might as well give you a reason to moan his name again. 

You didn’t even notice San’s presence until he was on the bed and in between your legs, his warm hands massaging into your thighs and his mouth near your pussy, turning red at the sight of his clear desire. His friendly, always curious look was replaced with an intense, unwavering gaze, his mismatched eyes sharp and focused solely on yours. 

“Y/N, I heard you calling for me…” He squeezed your thighs, pressing his cheek to the inside of one of them, nuzzling it lovingly. “Will you let me show you how good it feels to be loved by me?” 

Blushing, you gave him a sheepish smile, eventually reaching down to slip your fingers into his sleek black hair. “Show me, San.” 

-

“Show me, Y/N,” San said in a soft, muffled voice, his glistening lips and tongue on your clit, his fingers locked in an aggressive ‘come hither’ motion inside your pulsing hole. “Let me see the way you fall apart for me.”

“Sannie, it’s coming out, oh my god, I’m, fuck–” you cried out, tossing your head back, your body twitching and shuddering as you catapulted head-first into your orgasm, coating San’s tongue and fingers with your squirt. 

“Mmm, that’s my good girl.” San took a deep inhale of your wet heat, his nose grazing over your extremely sensitive clit, rubbing your wetness around with his fingers, finding your small whimpers satisfying enough for him to begin purring. “Fuck, you smell and taste so good, baby, I can’t get enough.” He began to lap at your clit with his rough tongue, his reverberating purrs sending wave after wave of pleasure throughout your body. 

“S-sannie, no more tongue,” you whined, lightly tugging on his hair, only encouraging him to lick at your cunt even faster than before, his nose routinely grinding into your clit. This sent you over the edge, your cunt clenching around nothing now that his fingers were rubbing circles in your thighs. “Pleaseee, I need you, I need you so bad.” 

“What do you need from me, baby?” he questioned with a brow raised, licking up the cum that had leaked out of you and swallowing it down, making you jolt. “Say it.”

“Your cock, I need it,” you sighed out, your mind clouded with immeasurable desire for the feline-like demon. 

“Both of them?” he teased, his head quirking to the side, his eyes upturned with clear satisfaction. Still in between your legs, he slowly sat up, lowering his boxers just enough to let his thin, but long dual cocks slip out and slap against one another. He smiled at you, flashing his tiny cat fangs at you, about to grow a third cock just from the way you were looking at them. “You’ve been so wet and needy for me all night, baby. I bet you can take them, can’t you?” 

“Yeah, I can, so please fuck me, Sannie,” you desperately agreed, your mouth watering at the sight of his throbbing, veiny pink cocks just asking to be shoved deep inside you.

“Good girl. Now, open up for me, sweetheart.” San guided his cocks to your entrance, smiling at the sight of you obediently holding your thighs open for him. He pursed his lips together to let some spit drip down onto his lengths, lubing them up with his hands, before he began to slowly push into you. “That’s it…How’s that, baby?” 

“K-keep going,” you breathed out, your eyes zoned in on where your bodies met, San’s cocks slipping further and further into your heat, ready to cum just from the pleasurable stretch you began to feel. 

“Look at you, taking all of me like this,” San chimed breathlessly as he bottomed out, his cocks twitching inside you, his hands rubbing your hips affectionately. 

San was definitely in your guts. You wanted him to mix them all up like he had already done with your emotions. “I’m so full, Sannie. It’s so good.” 

San smiled sweetly, beaming with pride. He began to knead your lower abdomen, feeling the outline of himself inside you underneath his fingertips. “Good girls like you deserve to be spoiled. I’m going to move now, okay, sweetheart?” 

“Okay, Sannie,” you answered softly, reaching up to caress his cheeks, slowly guiding his lips down onto yours. You looked into each other’s wide eyes for a second before your irises disappeared under your equally heavy eyelids, breathing yourselves out and taking one another in instead, melting together in a mess of carnal adoration and idyllic purity.  

And, just like that, he was fucking into you like a well-oiled machine, quick and consistent, making sure to go balls deep so you wouldn’t have to go one single second without both of his cocks rubbing deliciously against your inner walls, effectively lighting your insides ablaze. Groaning into your open mouth, he broke the kiss to express, almost drunkenly, “Fuck, your pussy’s so tight, baby, fits me like a glove. Like you were made for me, huh?” 

“Made just for you,” you replied against his lips, pressing a chaste kiss to them, only for him to press his mouth firmly back onto yours. You moaned onto his gliding sandpaper tongue when he grabbed the underside of your thighs and folded you in half, sinking deeper into your cunt, reaching places you never thought existed. 

Besides the repetitive gasps and whines San was forcing out of you with every snap of his hips, the distinct sound of your wetness could be heard squelching in between your joined sweaty bodies. San inevitably broke the messy kiss to whisper, “Hear that?” 

“Yeah, I can hear it,” you squeaked out, barely able to focus on the sound of your arousal over the sensation of being stuffed with two throbbing cocks at once, your core already strung so tightly it could snap at any second and propel you into an abyss of pleasure. 

“You’re so wet for me, Y/N, so fucking wet.” San gripped your thighs, pulling out in preparation for a deep thrust, one of his cocks accidentally slipping out all the way, allowing the other to grind along your cunt and across your clit. “Oh, fuck, I can barely stay inside, baby. It feels so hot, oh god, I might cum.” 

“Cum for me, Sannie.” You reached down and stroked his pulsing cock, causing San to toss his head back in ecstasy, your fingers slipping against his reddened, slick cockhead when ropes of hot cum shot out of it, coating your pelvis and dripping down onto your cunt. “Silly kitty, that was supposed to go in me.” 

Without hesitation, San pulled out completely and ran his fingers through the puddles of cum he left behind on your skin, eagerly slipping them into your hole and fucking the still warm liquid inside you, landing a critical hit on you with one sudden, filthy move. “There we go,” he beamed snarkily, holding his cocks and slowly pushing his cockheads back into your stretched cunt, but stopping halfway. “Are my cocks supposed to go back in you too, pretty girl? Or are you tuckered out?”  

“No, I want it, feels so good, Sannie. I love the way you make me feel.” You ran your hands down San’s back, feeling his muscles tense up against your fingertips as he pushed himself all the way back inside and got back to work, pushing his cum deeper into you, his tails occasionally brushing against your skin like a paintbrush. “Don’t stop, okay?” 

“Oh, baby,” he cooed into your ear, looking you in the eye. “I’m not going to stop until you fall apart for me. Remember that? Or is my princess feeling a bit forgetful right now?” He sighed against your fragrant, warm skin, slowly lowering himself to your neck to lick, suck, and lightly bite it, marking what was his. 

“Don’t be such a tease, Sannie,” you pouted, taking ahold of his tails near the base, stroking them in an outwards direction, hearing what were going to be words come out as groans instead — ones that grew softer and more drawn out, turning into pleasured moans the more you played with with his wavering tails. “Were you going to say something, Sannie? Who’s–nngh–the forgetful one now, huh?” 

San continued to moan and gasp for air, his once intentional thrusts growing sloppier and more desperate by the second, drool starting to drip down past his glistening lips. Feeling your fingers tighten around the base of his tails, San clutched your thighs tightly, his eyebrows screwing together. “W-wait, if you do that, I’m–”

“Aww, what’s wrong, Sannie? Cat got your tongue?” you giggled, squeezing his tails and rubbing them together like you would do with his cocks, about to tease him further when something hot and thick began to pour deep inside you and coat your inner walls with white, your breath getting caught in your throat. “Oh, San, oh my god, it’s so–”

“Cumming, I’m cumming for you, Y/N,” he choked out in between grunts, lowering himself down further to press kiss after kiss onto your swollen lips, groaning into your mouth form the way you hooked your legs around his slim waist, milking him of all his love with your clenching, throbbing cunt. “Fuck, I love you…love this…love you…” 

“Love you too,” you whispered against his moving lips, your overheated body shuddering against his as you both rode out your highs, finding yourself unable to swallow the lump that had formed inside your dry throat, not choosing to swallow your following words. “Please, don't stop, Sannie. Love me again.” 

San pulled back just enough to look down at your flushed, pretty face through his wet strands of hair, his fingers resting against your jaw. “I wasn’t planning on it, Y/N.” With his ears twitching slightly, San’s pink lips curled up just enough to let his fangs slip out, his cheeks dusted with pink. “I’ll love you until it’s pouring out of you. Until you’re so full of me, of my love, that you won’t need anyone else except for me. Does that sound good?”

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[issdisgrace]

I'd love to request, jason x male reader, who has a prosthetic arm and leg, you can decide. And the reader meeting the Wayne family for the first time, and Bruce being a bit judgy. Maybe Bruce even asking Jason in Private if he's sure the reader is the right person

I hope you're comfortable writing this :)

YOU SURE ABOUT THIS

WARNINGS: None unless you count swearing.

A/N: Y/n just has a prosthetic arm. Also when i was writing i wrote this with Bucky Barnes in my mind.

I look over at Y/n as I park in front of the manor.

“Are you sure about this? We can go home and order takeout.”

“I can do this, Jason. I need to, they are your family.”

“You don’t need to do anything that you don’t feel comfortable with.”

“If I didn’t step out of my comfort zone, then I wouldn’t be here with you right now. So let’s get this show on the road.”

“Ok and remember we can leave at anytime.”

“I’ll be fine Jason and stop worrying so much, it will give you wrinkles.” Y/n days before giving me a quick kiss on the lips before getting out of the car. I sigh to myself before getting out as well. He’s right. He’s always right. Can’t he ever be wrong? I reach out for his hand and gently lead him up the steps of the manor. As I got to knock on the door, it opens and revealing Alfred.

“Master Jason and you must be Master Y/n pleasure to meet you. I’m Alfred Pennyworth, the butler. Please do come in.” Alfred says, stepping to the side to let us in. Walking in the warmth of the manor is comforting, like always, especially on cooler evenings like this.

“Pleasure to meet you to Alfred. I’ve heard a lot about you from Jason.” 

“All good, I hope,” Alfred says as he closes the door.

“Very much. I heard that you are an excellent cook.”

“And baker. He makes a mean snickerdoodle.” I add.

“You always know how to falter me, Master Jason. Anyway, your father and brothers are in the living room. I must get back to the kitchen to make sure nothing burned.”

“Alright, thanks Alfred.” I watch as Alfred walks down the hall and when he’s out of earshot, I ask.

“You good.” Y/n grabs my face with his hands.

“I’m good Jason.” He says before giving me a kiss.

“Ok.” I say as I pull away.

“Now, how about you introduce me to your family?”

“Alright, it’s just this way.” I say as I start to lead him towards the livingroom. I notice the way he looks around. It’s in admiration.

“This place is very beautiful.”

“I guess.” I say, leading them into the livingroom.

“Jason, my son. It’s good to see you,” Bruce says, getting up from his armchair.

“Good to see you too, old man. This is Y/n, Y/n this is Bruce.”

“Nice to meet you, Bruce.” Y/n says, reaching out to shake his hand. Bruce shakes his hand and I can see the way his eyes flicker to Y/n’s prosthetic arm. We take a seat on the empty couch and I silently pray to the gods he doesn’t say anything as my brothers introduce themselves. Of course, the last one is Tim.

“Tim and that a nice piece of metal you got there.” I try to contain myself, feeling the urge to strangle him.

“Yeah, a friend of mine made it for me shortly after I lost my arm. And I’ve been rocking with it sense then.”

“Cool, does it function?”

“It does see,” Y/n says, showing how the arm and hand can move around.

“Thats neat. How do that?”

“I have a plate built into my shoulder that my arm attaches too and that is hooked up to my brain and that’s how I control it.”

“Damn that pretty high tech.” Tim says.

“It is, Drake. May I ask how you lost your arm?” Damian asks surprisingly kindly. Hmm, that is weird. I look over at Y/n and take his hand, giving him a gently squeeze. 

“I lost it during my time as a P.O.W..”

“Thank you for your service.” Dick is quick to say with a smile. I sigh to myself, finally relaxing, Its was nice to see Dick

being Dick. I just hope short stack and Bruce don’t say anything insensitive. 

“It was my honor to serve.” Y/n days.

This whole thing definitely went better than I suspected. I smile to myself as watch as Dick practically pulls Y/n out of the dining room behind him, wanting to show him around the manor. Tim and Damian following behind them. As I go to join them, I feel a hand on my shoulder. I brush the hand off and turn around to look at Bruce. 

“I know this isn’t my place, but are you sure about them? Are you sure they’re the one?” He asks. When he asks that I see fucking red.

“Why? You think they're damaged goods because they lost one of their arms. Well listen here, old man, I love them and I will marry them one day. So keep your shit opinion to yourself and go fuck yourself.” I say making sure my anger was on full display. I then turn around and leave the dining room to go find where my brothers dragged my boyfriend off to.

EXTRA:

“Master Bruce, that was very out of line of you.”

“I just want to make sure he’s making the right decision.”

“He is an adult. He can make his own decisions and, remember don’t judge a book by its cover, Master Bruce. I raised you better.”

[courtingchaos]

Untitled No. 1

Eddie Munson x Fem Reader

Freak Like Me

Warnings: Oral (female receiving), shaving (legs and other sensitive areas).

Summary: Eddie offers you the full spa treatment.

A/N: I gotta say I don’t even know where I was going with this, other than the fact that I think dudes who help shave legs are entirely too hot and should be studied. Anyways, welcome to another look into what I think is hot and it’s probably not. 🙃 enjoy.

18+ NSFW No Minors

“Whatcha doing?” Eddie asks quietly. You’d heard the click of the lock before he’d leaned in. Perched on the side of the tub, one leg on the ledge and the other swishing the foggy water slowly.

“Shaving my legs.”

“Mmm.”

“You miss me?”

“I had a joke to tell you and then forgot it when I opened the door.” He shrugs and leans against the doorframe. “You tend to have that effect on me.”

You click your tongue at him and drop your propped up leg so you straddle the side of the tub.

“You can sit in here if you want.”

“I didn’t want to intrude.”

“You’re not intruding but if you hang out too long I might make you work for your view.”

And that’s how you end up crowded in your now drained tub, Eddie between your legs after only ten minutes of watching you run your razor over your knee.

“See, you were worried for nothing!” His hand glides over your smooth skin, rough calluses scratching on the curves of your leg. “Not one knick. I shave my face every day, no issues.” He gestures to his chin with your pink razor, rolling his eyes up at you.

“Legs are much different from faces. I’ve got a streak going too, didn’t want you to fuck that up.”

He just hums at you, still inspecting his work. He’d been mildly taken aback when you’d handed him the cheap bottle of conditioner when he’d settled into the tub with you.

‘Conditioner?’

‘Yeah. The shit you’re supposed to use on your hair?’

Now his tune is a little different when he feels how soft your leg feels. You’d stopped him going too far up your thigh, one you didn’t want to get out of your shorts, and two it didn’t really matter. He never complained about it and it’s not like anyone else was going to be seeing your extreme upper thigh anytime soon.

Eddie rocks forward to readjust so he can start on your other leg. He holds your foot up so you can brace it at the base of the faucet and so he can drape his arm over your thigh, holding you steady so he doesn’t cut you. The radio he’d left on in the living room gently floats music down the short hallway and into the bathroom where the quiet ‘shlick’ of the razor glides across your shin. He’s careful around your ankle, runs his fingers over the delicate bone to feel for any rogue hairs. His tongue pokes out of his mouth when he gets to your knee and he really concentrates on not cutting you. A few short swipes and he holds his hands out to the side and gasps delightfully.

“Magic hands, baby!”

“You didn’t have to shave my kneecap to tell me that.” You laugh at him. He just shoots you a playful sneer and continues on to the back of your knee. The way he moves his hands on you to bend your leg the way he wants it makes your breath catch a little. A speeding up pulse and a small tickle on the back of your neck make you want to slide down the tub a little more so you can press up against him. He hasn’t so much as tried to make a move on you since doing this and it’s just made you all the more aware of his presence. His soft touch and breaths that ghost over your dewy skin, the gentle way he moves you around so he can do this thing for you.

You’re too busy making heart eyes at him to notice him finishing up. His wandering hand inching along the hem of your cotton shorts.

“You sure I can’t interest you in a full service salon visit today?” His eyebrows dance under his bangs. You laugh and slap his shoulder.

“Do you care suddenly?”

“No! I’m just…this is kind of fun.” He smiles at you, hands resting on your thigh. “And also if I can convince you to take your shorts off I consider it a win.”

“Well when you put it that way,” you snap your fingers and make a whooshing sound, “panties, magically gone.”

“Oh, no shit?” He tosses the razor over the side of the tub and pulls at the elastic band of your shorts, overacting his look into them. It turns into a game of grabbing whatever skin he can find on you until you call mercy when he starts tickling you. It ends with both of you out of breath and Eddie’s hand shoved up the leg of your shorts, fingers dug into the meat of your ass.

“You gonna let me go?”

“Only if you show me how you magicked your panties off, I haven’t learned that cantrip yet.”

“When are you gonna let me shave your legs again?” He asks this in the middle of the pasta aisle like he’s asking what brand of angle hair you want.

“Is this a thing for you now?” You don’t even look over at him when you drop a few boxes in the cart. Eddie had been a little too well behaved since walking through the doors of the grocery store and you start to wonder if he’s been leading up to this question.

“I don’t know.” A shrug you catch out of the corner of your eye. “It was kind of fun. I mean, when I let you shave my face that one time you had fun right?”

You finally look at him, your own goofy smile matching his. “Yeah it was.” You edge around the cart so you can lower your voice. “I mean the rest of the night was pretty fun too.”

Eddie nods his head at you while you get closer, hands sliding between his jacket and shirt, your endless giggles peppered between your recounting of how soft his face was between your thighs. Only to be pulled apart when a squeaky wheeled cart makes you remember where you are.

In the self checkout he stands close behind you while he waits for his card to go through.

“You know, if you liked how soft my face was, imagine if you let me shave everything.” He punctuates his statement with a flick of your necklace and you can see the gap in his teeth when he smiles at you.

“Everything?”

“What, you don’t trust me?” The card reader beeps at him but he won’t turn away until you answer him.

“Of course I do, now take the card out everyone is staring.”

He snaps it out of the machine and helps you pile the bags back into the cart, a self satisfied smirk on his face. “Baby you’re gonna have the smoothest skin you’ve ever had.”

You can’t help but laugh at his enthusiasm, even if it is tinged with a little too much ego.

“You know if you wanted me hairless you could have just told me, we didn’t have to go through all of this.”

He’s only mildly blocking your view of the TV while he sits on the foot of the bed, your leg propped up on this thigh.

“This has nothing to do with that, I love you however you feel most comfortable.” His thumb rubs along your ankle bone in search of fine hairs he may have missed. “We’ve had this discussion before.” He sniffs, a dismissal of your sarcasm.

“Then why are you so hellbent on shaving my pubes? What did they ever do to you?” You point a finger at the back of his head, mock accusation tinging your voice. Eddie doesn’t need to turn around to know what you’re doing, just huffs laughter at you and continues his work up your calf.

“I don’t have to, if you’d rather not.” He glides the razor over your knee expertly while the sounds of the Enterprise getting shot at murmur in front of him.

“No, I didn’t say that.”

He shifts so he can get at your thigh, one big palm gliding up the inside, fingertips just barely grazing your underwear. It’s deliberate, especially when he grins but doesn’t catch your eye, something to entice you to play along.

Like you’d stop now.

He swishes the razor in the bowl of warm water he brought in with him and puts a dab more of the coconut gel you bought for this specifically; less mess on your bedding. Honestly this whole thing is mostly attractive due to his concentration, the same pull of his eyebrows he has when he’s building a map or writing lore. It’s the way he looks at a newly built engine block when he’s been the only one to put hands on it.

“Roll over.”

You oblige him even when he gives your ass a fast swat before he works on the backs of your thighs, the elastic of your underwear snapped every so often when he “just needs to get to a spot”. You’re a whole episode deep before he’s finally finished with your legs and you’re sufficiently wound up, almost overeager to see how he’ll handle this more sensitive job.

“You ready?” He wiggles the razor between his thumb and index finger, eyebrows in tandem with the back and forth. You loose your underwear over the side of the bed and he lays down on his stomach, feet bouncing up in the air behind him.

“You look like you’re about to spill the hottest gossip.”

“Listen, me and my girl got a lot to talk about.” His smirk makes you scoff but his warm hands guiding your legs wider has you feeling feverish. He runs a damp towel over your hair, his breath ghosting over sensitive skin creating goosebumps and his damn hands going featherlight over your mound has your feet curling into his ribs.

“Stop fidgeting or I’m gonna knick you.” He looses that playful glint in his eye when he gets into a groove, slight frown pulling at his lips where his tongue makes an occasional appearance. You almost want to laugh with how concentrated he is but you don’t want to interrupt. He holds skin taut when he lightly runs the razor over a small section, taking his time to be thorough and gentle. You only wince a few times when the razor blades catch on thick hair but he rubs his thumb over each finished part, soothing and searching, looking for a stray hair and never once does he let his finger wander.

You want him to though. You want him to give into that base need that you know is gnawing at his thoughts. Just a few centimeters over and he could run the tip of his middle finger over your swollen bud, effectively rendering you boneless. At this rate it wouldn’t take much at all to get you to cum. Eddie focused and taking such deliberate care of you has your stomach swooping; Yet another simple task that he’s taken to an extreme and made you wonder how you ever got along without him.

“Eddie?” Your voice cuts through the quiet hum of the TV.

“Hmm?”

“Thank you.”

“Oh don’t thank me yet.” He uses one of the towels on the bed to softly wipe away errant hair and looks up at you from between your thighs with a smile. “I’m not done.” But he shimmies off the bed and stands to stretch before snatching all the stuff off the comforter and balancing the bowl of water on his way to the bathroom. You take the opportunity to slide your legs together, everything slick and soft especially at the bend of your hips. From the bathroom you can hear water running and before you can wonder what’s keeping him he peeks around the corner to watch you basking in his handiwork.

“Nice isn’t it?”

“I never doubted you.” You feel a little ridiculous in just your t-shirt until you catch the glint in his eyes. “What are you up to?” You tug the hem down to cover yourself but he pounces on the bed before you can create adequate cover.

“Ed!” You yelp when he grabs you quick, already between your knees. His arms loop under your hips and pull you up to balance on your upper back. “What-oh fuck you.” It comes out deep from your chest when he plants his mouth on you without warning, the corners of his lips pulled up in a grin. His tongue zeroes in on your clit and you weren’t kidding about being close. Just the few licks he lays on you has you grasping out to claw at his forearms keeping you against his face, your only balance when you feel that quick build along your spine.

In the haze of your fast descent you notice the lack of the usual burn of his scruff and manage a laugh between your gasps.

“Did you shave for me?”

His eyes sparkle and he nods, nose grazing between parted flesh to make you moan. Eddie is having too much fun holding you hostage against his mouth but you can’t find it in you to complain when you’re pushed over into bliss brought on by his stupidly magical tongue. You pant and cry out, thighs clenched around his head to pitifully grind along his nose. Your grip slackens on his arms and you expect him to let you down but he doesn’t.

That mouth of his that gets him in and out of most trouble keeps working at you even when your thighs start to shake and your heels dig into his back.

“Eddie.” You whine and grab at the bedding under you in an attempt at leverage to pull away. He just doubles down with a laugh huffed through his nose and it’s too much all at once, his tongue an assault on too sensitive skin. His aftershave fills your nose the sweet musk of it making your eyes roll again. His thick fingers dig into the crease of your hips to keep you tilted back.

You chant his name in time with the flicking of his tongue when you rocket towards your second orgasm, minutes after the first. His curls obscure his face along with your legs and you miss his pained expression when you start panting above him.

“Eddie Eddie pleasepleaseplease.” Your fingers dig into his scalp and pull on his hair when he doesn’t slow down and the band of your arousal snaps for the second time. He’s mumbling something, lips still buried in your cunt, tongue still roving and making you squirm. You can make out a “for me-“ and a “too good” before the rush in your ears signals your fall. He runs his tongue down to lap at your entrance and his mouth is too hot. He’s too much and too wet and too everywhere and-

He drops your hips and you bounce on the bed, head still spinning from his mouth. Your shirt is bunched up under your chin and he descends on a nipple while his other hand trails down. Fingers prod at your aching clit before sliding in slowly, the aftershocks still spasming around his thick fingers.

“Ed I can’t-“

“Third time’s the charm, c’mon.” He lets your nipple go so he can rest his chin on your sternum. His dimples seem vicious while he works you toward a third orgasm, pads of his fingers brushing against that almost too tender spot. “It gets easier every time, you know that.” Wet sounds made wetter by bare skin trapped under his palm that he keeps pressed against you.

“Is th-this payback for the collar?” You ask and he laughs at your stuttering.

“Maybe.” He groans along with you when your eyes roll and your back arches. “But I liked that.” A dangerous tint to his teasing. “Do you like this?” Relentless fingers and the heel of his palm give you enough friction to start a fire deep in your belly. The spark is barely lit before is razes through you, turning your back into a tightrope that Eddie balances on, dark eyes locked on your face pulled into pleasure.

“There it is.” He watches you crumble under the tension and he twitches his fingers until he hears that telltale catch in your chest and he eases up, gently removing his hand. He keeps his head on your chest though, the rapid beating of your heart under his ear so he can hear what he does to you. “I got you.” He grabs the back of your knee to drape over his hip and slides his hand up the back of your thigh now slick with sweat. Practically boneless under him you move easy and he gets your wrapped around his overheating frame.

“You okay?” He asks when he hears a gasp from you and looks up to see a tear track down the side of your cheek.

“Oh I’m great.” A weak laugh and a flap of your hand against his hair. “I’m just trying to remember what my tongue does.”

“I can show you if you want.”

“I think you’ve done enough damage tonight.” It’s lighthearted with a small warning, your heaving chest enough of a signal to him that you at least need a breather.

“I don’t know if I’d call it damage.” He lets his hands wander over your dips and curves, soothing motions to bring you back down to earth. “Felt good though didn’t it?”

He watches your lazy smile and your eyes drifting closed, fingers wound up in his hair again. A small nod before you pull him in closer to your chest and he pulls the corner of the sheet up over your legs.

“You falling asleep?”

“No, I’m relaxing.”

“Sure, just resting your eyes?”

“Mhm.”

He can feel your go slack around his neck even while you laugh sleepily at him. “So should I wake you up for round two or…?”

“Surprise me.”

[elliesbelle]

wish she was you

ellie williams one-shot

pairing: ellie x reader

synopsis: you call your ex-girlfriend ellie late one night, needing to hear the sound of her voice.

content warnings: modern au, angst, mentions of break-up, ex-girlfriend!ellie, cheating (both ellie and reader), mentions of a slightly toxic relationship, slight mentions of sexual yearning (nothing graphic or descriptive), one line that implies reader has a vagina but if you do not have one we're gonna say it's just a metaphor or something :), brief description of violence (just ellie wanting to punch an inanimate object but she doesn't), red string of fate trope, no comfort? idk it's up to you to decide, minors do not interact

word count: 1.3k

based on the hinder song "lips of an angel"

“Hey, hey, what’s wrong?” Ellie whispers into her phone as she warily peers through the murky glass of the balcony windows into her apartment’s living room. 

Her new girlfriend Haru was lounging on the couch, lazily scrolling through different streaming services for something to watch. Ellie had excused herself from the room after her phone suddenly began to ring incessantly with a phone call. She’d muttered hastily that it was Dina and that she should go answer it or she wouldn’t hear the end of it the following day. Haru smiled plainly and told her to go right ahead and to not take too long. She was completely oblivious that it was, in fact, not Dina who kept blowing up Ellie’s phone with call after call. It was you. 

“Why are you calling so late? Is everything okay?” She asks quickly and quietly. Her eyebrows furrow when she hears you sniffle. 

“I just—I don’t know, I…” You start to stutter. 

“Tell me what’s wrong, honey.” 

You let out an involuntary sob upon hearing Ellie’s old pet name for you. 

“I just… I just needed to hear your voice.” 

Despite having been broken up for over a year, Ellie still melts hearing you this. 

It was both shocking and yet expected when you and Ellie had called it quits. It was more than clear to everyone just how in love you were with one another. You were rarely ever seen without each other in public, always attached to the hip. Her presence was almost like an essential part of your body, and to be without her made you feel lacking and unfinished. You were so ardently enamoured with each other that it felt like you’d be blissfully in love for life. 

But with the passion came drama and fury, and this ultimately became the downfall of your intense relationship with Ellie Williams. Your ways of expression and articulation were so vastly different from each other’s. She was restless and fervently independent, sometimes far too much for your liking. Her constant need for attention and validation eventually led her to greener pastures, leaving you stuck and alone in the wake of her chaos. 

The magical red cord that tied you to Ellie, however, never severed. Even during times that you wished you weren’t, you knew instinctively that you’d always remain connected to each other. Even when you’d both found different partners to attach yourselves to in distraction, her with Haru and you with your new girlfriend Jessica, your pull towards each other never ceased to fail. You never really moved on as you always came back to her and her to you. 

“Is Haru there?” You ask. 

“Umm,” Ellie hums, glancing at her girlfriend through the glass that separated them. “Yeah. She’s in the next room.” 

“Oh.” You say. “I’m sorry. I didn’t mean to interrupt or anything.” 

“No, no, we’re just hanging out. We weren’t doing anything important.” 

You smile slightly at Ellie’s familiar need to reassure you. 

“That’s why I kind of have to whisper right now. C-Can’t be too loud.” She continues. 

“I see.” 

There’s a moment of silence between you two, not awkward but still thick and heavy. 

“Everything okay with Jessica?” Ellie suddenly inquires. 

“U-umm, y-yeah.” You respond hesitatingly. “Everything’s good. She’s still at work right now. Working a late shift.” 

“I see.” 

Another moment of silence. 

“Does… does she know you’re still talking to me?” Ellie asks. 

“No.” 

“Won’t that start a fight between you two?” 

“Probably.” 

“Honey…” 

“Does Haru know you’re still talking to me?” 

“N-no. Not a clue.” 

Another moment of silence. 

“I had a dream about you last night.” You murmur. 

“Yeah?” 

“Yeah.” 

“What was it about?” 

“I-I don’t think I should say.” 

“Oh, yeah? Why’s that?” 

Even over the phone, Ellie can feel the heat that was rising to your cheeks at her boldness. 

“Ellie, come on.” 

“Hey, you brought it up.” She whispers with a smirk, trying to ignore the sickly sweetness that came with the way you say her name. 

“Whatever.” You sniggle. 

Another moment of silence. 

“That’s funny, though.” She sighs softly. “I dreamt of you too. Last night.” 

“You did?” 

“Yeah. I did.” 

“What was it about?” 

“Hey, you didn’t wanna tell me about your dream. Don’t think it’s fair for you to hear mine.” 

“Oh, come on.” You whine at her cheekiness. “That’s not fair.” 

“What do you mean it’s not fair? You brought up a dream that you had about me but refused to tell me about it. So you don’t get to know about mine either, angel.” 

Fire ignites every inch of your skin upon hearing her whisper yet another old pet name for you. Your favourite one, in fact. And you know that she knows it. 

“Mine is… a little too risqué to repeat out loud.” You admit. 

“Oh? Risqué, huh?” 

“Far too crude to repeat to my ex-girlfriend.” 

“A little cruel to tease me like that, angel.” 

Ellie feels the flames engulfing your entire body at her tantalizing flirting, grinning slyly and proudly to herself over the way she can still fluster you after all this time. 

“I mean,” She continues. “For all you know, my dream may have been a little ‘risqué’ too.” 

She hears you gulp heavily. 

“Was it?” You whisper. 

“I guess you’ll never know.” 

Another moment of silence. 

“It’s… it’s really good to hear your voice, you know.” She reveals, her voice serious. 

“Y-yeah?” 

“Yeah.” 

“I missed yours.” 

“That’s good.” 

“Good?” 

“Want you to always be missing me, angel.” 

“Ellie…” 

“Can’t help it. Not if it’s you.” 

“I-I know. It’s the same for me too.” 

“I know.” 

Another moment of silence. 

“Why am I always so weak for you?” She whispers, frustrated. 

“Because I have a magic pussy and you can’t help yourself.” 

“Babe!” Ellie exclaims loudly. 

“Yeah?” 

Both you and Ellie freeze, knowing neither of you had said that. Ellie whips her head towards the inside of her apartment, spotting her girlfriend Haru still sitting on the couch but now glancing towards her on the balcony. Ellie gazes at her innocent but inquiring expression, feeling deep remorse immediately flooding her senses. 

“N-nothing! Never mind!” Ellie calls out from behind the closed glass doors. 

“What’s up?” Haru presses. 

“I-I’ll ask you later!” 

“Oh, alright!” Haru relents, going back to watching some innocuous show on the television. Ellie turns her back to her girlfriend and faces the starry night sky, sighing both in relief and guilt. 

“I-I should go.” She murmurs to you. 

“Do you have to?” 

“Honey, you know I do.” 

Ellie’s heart cracks slightly at the sound of more sniffles from your end. 

“Why?” You ask stubbornly. 

“You know why.” Ellie fights an amused chuckle at your bullheadedness. 

“Yeah… I know.” 

Another moment of silence. 

“I love you, El.” You whisper riskily. 

“I… I love you too, angel.” She replies. Your heart breaks at the hesitation in her voice. 

“I’ll talk to you later?” You ask desperately. 

Another moment of silence. 

“M-maybe.” 

“Oh. Okay.” Your eyes well up with tears at hearing her unclear promise. 

“Bye, angel.” She murmurs. 

“Bye, honey.” You whisper. 

Three robotic tones signal the end of the phone call. 

You immediately break down in more hot tears, your misery and desolation worse than before. You knew it was your choice to reach out to Ellie once more, and you knew and accepted the chances of your heart getting crushed again. But hearing the voice of your ex-girlfriend sweetly whispering for you before returning to her new girlfriend was still an agonizing feeling. You would spend the following nights laying next to Jessica, tossing and turning as you over-analyzed Ellie’s every word and wondering if she still really loved you back. 

Little did you know that Ellie was fighting the urge to punch the glass doors of her balcony at that very moment, the feeling of despair and yearning matching that of yours. The red string tugs at her soul once again, cruel and unrelenting and forever refusing to let her forget the sound of her name on your lips. 

author’s notes:

wrote this late last night in a drunken stupor after listening to this song in the car with my ex (live-in ex) and my sister after a fun, halloween-y night. i got randomly inspired, it's such a banger. raise your hand if you first hear this song from a remix on dance dance revolution.

don't worry, i am very much writing all the other works y'all have been asking for (i know i keep saying that, but y'all know i'm a crazy perfectionist). i just try to write when i can, and somehow drunken me knew they could write this in basically one go, and since i haven't been publishing much in a while, i thought i'd do it anyway. hope y'all liked it <3

as it always is in all my works, the names in this fic are very intentional, so the name of ellie's new girlfriend “haru” is purposeful. but i shall not disclose the reasoning because heehee

a lot of the exposition and descriptions of ellie’s and reader’s relationship may have been inspired by my co-star chart with someone very specific, shut up don’t judge me

the “magical red chord” i mention is meant to represent the concept of “the red string of fate.” y’all know how much of a slut i am for the soulmate trope.

reader’s new girlfriend jessica is named after this girl i’m kind of seeing, is it crazy yes it is but whatever

the line of "not if it's you" is based on the euripedes quote that anne carson translated

the quote is kind of part of my brand on my personal main tumblr account cause a post of mine went viral with me talking about that quote and people associate it with me so often to this day (literally friends would be sending screenshots of my post that other people uploaded onto twitter or instagram or facebook, it still makes me scream). thought i'd include it for funsies (if this gives you a clue to what my personal tumblr account is and you realize who i am, no you don't <3)

hope y'all enjoyed this spur-of-the-moment fic of mine :) i'm working on publishing the rest of my works sometime soon, so be patient with me please! my life has been awful and not great recently, but writing is my love and my passion and my escape, so i would never abandon y'all <3

taglist: @carmellie, @idkshaiz, @sawaagyapong

[airaibunny]

dom!jihyo x sub!fem!reader - “attention” (warnings: smut, bratty reader[kinda?], degradation, unnie kink[kinda?], nipple/breast play, oral, fingering, crying, punishment, overstim/orgasm denial)

a/n: AGH! this has been in the making for so long because i kept forgetting about it. here it is though lol. sorry for using [kinda?] so much in the warnings, i just don’t know how to classify things. everyone knows u and jihyo are dating, i just forgot to work it into the story. i ended it sort of roughly, so i’ll def write a part 2 with aftercare or something if you guys request it!! next story will probs be a dom reader though…😝

word count: 2k

you never purposefully make jihyo jealous or mad. every time you do, it’s because you did something you didn’t think much about. like being a bit too performative with your fan-service or responding to her with a bad tone without realizing. today however, doing so is your only goal.

lately, she’s been awfully close with sana. they’re always all over each other at the dorms and when you go out. you know there’s nothing going on; jihyo and sana wouldn’t do that to you, but you still can’t stand it.

it drives you insane, so you decided you should do the same to her today.

after you finish getting ready for the day, you go to the living room to find jihyo and sana laughing at something on sana’s phone. she barely looks up to acknowledge you. you scoff and sit beside jeongyeon on the couch across from her.

“good morning?” jeongyeon shoves you a little and you notice you’re still staring at jihyo. “good morning, sorry.” you turn to her, giving her a half smile. “what’s wrong?” she smiles back, grabbing your hand between both of hers. “nothing.”

“you sure?” you smile again, nodding. “okay…” she kisses the back of your hand and turns back to her phone. you go back to looking at jihyo and sana, crossing your arms. you’re thinking about how you still you don’t know how to make jihyo jealous when you hear someone trotting down the hallway.

“good morning everyone!” tzuyu shouts, waddling over to the couch. you immediately know how you’re going to carry out your plan: tzuyu.

since you’re the maknae, you’re the only one younger than tzuyu, which has always made her have a soft spot for you. she goes along with everything you say and do, which is perfect for right now.

she bends down to give you a hug and you pull her, making her land on you. while still embracing her, you whisper in her ear.

“i need your help, just play along.” she gives you a puzzled look, but still says ‘okay.’

she flops down on the spot beside you, waiting for you to clue her into what is happening. “tzuyu unnie, you look so pretty!” she smiles, turning her head to the side in confusion at the sudden compliment while still trying to play along. “thank you, you look so pretty as well!”

you look over at jihyo, she’s still not paying attention to you. tzuyu immediately notices what’s going on when you look back at her. she points in jihyo and sana’s direction with furrowed brows and you nod. she thinks for a second and you continue watching jihyo.

you feel tzuyu’s hand on your arm and she suddenly pulls you onto her lap. “you haven’t cuddled with me in so long!” tzuyu lifts her eyebrows, waiting for your response. “i know, i’m sorry unnie.” you hug her and whisper to her.

“is she looking?”

“yeah, now she is.”

you look over at jeongyeon beside you guys. she’s staring at you and back at jihyo, very confused. you smile at her and she shakes her head, getting up and walking away.

you pull back from the hug, giving tzuyu a kiss on her cheek. she gives you one back and you look across the room at jihyo. she definitely looks alert, but she still doenst look angry; you need to go further.

“tzuyu unnie, you should come sleep with me tonight. please?”

with that, you swing one of your legs over tzuyu so that you’re straddling her. tzuyu mouths ‘are you sure?’ and you nod.

“of course! but what about jihyo unnie? that’s her room too.”

she looks behind you and gives you a concerned grimace, your eyes widen.

“what?” you whisper, making sure jihyo and sana can’t hear you. your question is answered when you see jihyo walking down the hallway and into your room. a few seconds of silence go by and you get a text notification.

jihyo unnie💞: come here, now.

you can tell that your plan worked just by the punctuation. she never uses correct grammar over text, only when she’s being serious.

“thank you.” you get out of tzuyu’s lap and stand up. “you’re welcome, and good luck i guess.”

you walk down the hall and into your shared bedroom with jihyo. she’s waiting for you sitting on the bed.

“lock the door.”

you do as she says, anxiously waiting for her to speak again. “what’s your problem?” she stays sitting, leaning back onto her hands. “my problem? what’s yours?”

“what the fuck do you mean?” you stay silent for a few seconds, formulating the best response to provoke her further.

“i mean that you love calling me a slut when i step even a little bit out of line, but look at the things you do with sana.”

you hear her chuckle to herself and she stands up, walking closer to you. she backs you up against the wall, turning you around and holding your hands behind your back. she brings her face to your ear and whispers against it.

“i call you a slut because that’s what you are. look at the stunts you pull when i stop giving you all of my attention for a second.” she brings one of her hands inside your shirt, harshly tugging at your nipples. you wince at what she’s doing, but she doesn’t care. “did you think i didn’t know what you were doing? c’mon, you don’t take me for such a dumbass, do you?”

you don’t respond, thinking it’s a rhetorical question. the sudden squeeze at your nipple says otherwise.

“answer.”

you whimper as she holds her fingers in place. “i don’t. i’m sorry, unnie.” she finally eases up and you exhale deeply.

she pulls you slightly off the wall to rip your shirt off, but slams you right back when she’s done. she does the same with your shorts and underwear, tossing them aside.

“tell me, would you have gone as far as to let tzuyu do this to you just to make me mad, slut?” you shake your head. the hand she previously used on your breasts is resting against your hip, the other one is still firmly holding your wrists together.

“i don’t believe you. i think you would’ve even let tzuyu touch you without an ulterior motive.” she brings the hand on your hip in between your legs, tapping on your thigh for you to spread them farther.

“look at that, you just follow my every command if it means you get to be played with. you’re so fucking pathetic.”

you whine at her remark, feeling the slick running out of you. whatever ounce of self respect was left in your body is completely gone, you need her to touch you, now.

“please unnie, touch me. i need it, please.”

jihyo presses her lips against your shoulder, smirking against your skin. “you don’t get to cum until i want you to, got it?”

you nod vigorously, not caring about any conditions she has for touching you, so long as she does it. she presses her fingers against your soaking wet heat and you jolt, already feeling incredibly sensitive.

“you really are a slut. you’re so wet and all because i’m being a little mean.”

she chuckles to herself again. you feel her fingers start to move in circular motions over your clit and can’t help but moan. she drops your wrists and presses her hand against your mouth.

“shut the fuck up, there’s people outside. do you really want them to hear you being such a needy whore?” you shake your head as much as you can with her hand over your mouth. she doesn’t let you get adjusted to her pace before speeding up, already driving you close to the edge. “so quick? i don’t think so. hold it or this will be the only time you cum.”

you squeeze your eyes shut, trying to hold off your impending orgasm. it doesn’t help that her lips are pressed against your shoulder, leaving marks and bruises all over it. you try closing your legs instinctively to lessen the sensation, but she won’t let you. “stop trying to cheat.” she hums against your skin and you can feel yourself getting closer.

she wants you to fail, you can tell she has no intention of stopping any time soon. you continue silently whimpering into her hand and squirming against the wall. you feel tears running down your cheeks, you want to cum so bad.

“what’s wrong, slut? can you not hold it anymore?” you nod, thinking that she’ll finally give in and let you finish. “too bad.” you whine in response.

you feel the knot in your stomach release unwillingly and nearly fall to the ground as your legs weaken. jihyo takes her hand off of your mouth and wraps it around your waist, holding you up.

you start murmuring pleas and apologies while still shaking, hoping to reason with her. she doesn’t scold you yet, she simply continues rubbing circles on your clit to let you fully finish.

“i’m sorry, unnie. please don’t-“ she flips you around before you can complete your sentence and brings her hand to your core again, abruptly pushing two fingers inside you.

“i told you what would happen if you came before i wanted you to. now you’re going to take your punishment like a good slut, okay?” you nod and put your hands on her shoulders for support as she mercilessly pumps her fingers in and out of you.

“fuck, jihyo-” she brings her free hand to your face, holding you by your cheeks. “what the fuck did you just call me?” you realize your mistake and correct yourself. “i’m sorry, unnie! i didn’t mean to.” she roughly lets go of your face, her eyes laced with venom as she speeds up her pace and curls her fingers inside you.

“why are you crying? you wanted this so bad earlier, whore.” your tears fall down quicker and you don’t know why. you would love to pretend like you aren’t absolutely enamored with what’s happening, but you can’t.

you adore it when jihyo acts like this. come to think of it, your end goal was always for this to happen. you wanted her to be seething with anger and to take it all out on you, but you won’t admit this to yourself. you want to believe this was all her, you refuse to think of yourself as the instigator.

you feel yourself on the edge again and tighten your grip on her shoulders. she realizes this and takes her fingers out, leaving you whining at the sudden emptiness. “you knew that was coming, why are you surprised?”

she grabs your forearm and leads you to the bed, tossing you on it. you wipe your tears away while sniffling. she positions herself between your legs, looking up at you before doing the same thing as before and starting without a warning.

you feel her tongue on your clit, circling around it. she licks up and down your folds, pushing her tongue inside your entrance when she passes it. you bring your hand down to her hair as your tears begin to fall again. you wish she’d let you get off, but she told you she won’t, and you know she’s telling the truth.

you bring your other hand to your mouth to cover your broken sobs and moans as she sucks on your clit. “unnie, please…” you whisper as you feel that familiar feeling building in your stomach.

“no.” she pulls away for a second and immediately goes back. she keeps the same pace going for a few minutes, teasing you until you’re about to cum again, than she stops. she comes up wiping her chin and licking her lips.

“no more, please. i can’t…” you beg her to stop, but you know you wouldn’t mind if she kept going.

“i don’t care. you’re going to take it until i feel like stopping. understood, whore?”

[beefrobeefcal]

Being Neighbourly feat. Frankie Morales x neighbour f!reader

a HeftyThrowaway one shot drabble | Rated: 18+ | word count: 1,681 warnings: f masterbation, feeding, belly rubs, belly kink, oblivious people liking each other

A/N: Happy Frankie Friday, y'all! Here's a ditty that's been sitting in my wips for months. It's not Mouse and Frankie, but similar dynamic.

It was only a matter of time until you fell for one of your neighbours. And in doing so, you had proven that food was the way into a man’s heart… or bed.  

It started when you cooked up a batch of meatballs to freeze for future use on a Saturday afternoon. You had all the windows open to avoid overheating your apartment. Leaning out the window that faced the parking lot of your complex, you watched as Frankie parked his truck. As he walked towards the building, he looked around then up and waved at you. 

You gave a small smile and a wave, thinking that would be the end of it, when he called out to you. 

“Hey! Neighbour! Uh… is that you making something that smells good?” 

“Just meatballs.”, you called back. 

“Just meatballs, my ass. They smell amazing!” He looked like he wanted to say more but just smiled back at you. 

“Thank you! Um… do you want one?”, you said back, not sure why you only offered one when you had four trays of them. But his eager nodding and scampering into the building made you happy you did. 

You’d seen Frankie around the building in the usual places you meet your neighbours: the laundry room, the parking lot, the mailboxes. He was tall and lean minus the small tummy he sported, but still looked like he hadn’t had the comfort of a home cooked meal in a while. He seemed sweet and helpful, once even helping you bring your groceries up the stairs when the elevator was out of service. He lived in the suite right below you, and some nights, you’d hear him and another male voice out on the balcony, enjoying a blunt or a cigarette. Beyond that, you didn’t know much about him. 

After the initial introduction to Frankie as a guinea pig for your cooking, you found him to be quite handy to have around. For every issue you had in your suite that the landlord had ignored, Frankie had a fix. For every fix, you had a thank you meal ready for him. This became a regular occurrence and slowly turned into either you made enough food for both you and him then delivered it to his suite, or him joining you for dinner and you giving him the leftovers. This carried on for a while, and you noticed that Frankie’s small tummy was not so small anymore. The topic came up after he completely annulated an entire baking dish of your home-made enchiladas in one go. 

Sitting back at your table, his belly pushed out and stuffed, he sighed a little laugh. “Fuck, I just can’t help myself. You cook too good.” 

All you could do was smile and look down, trying to stop him from seeing the bashful glee on your face. You’d watched him eat the entire thing and all you wanted to do was go to his side, rub his stuffed belly, and feed him yourself. It had been a running theme in your head when you laid in bed at night, vibrator on high while you cried out his name. You’d never gotten off on anything like this, but it worked. You just wished it wasn’t a fantasy. 

“I mean it. I had to get new pants last week. Not that I’m complaining at all about your food.”, he reasoned, making sure you knew that he was not upset. “But if we’re gonna continue to be neighbours, I need a spandex wardrobe.” 

You both laughed at his little joke as he rubbed his belly, signalling an end to this topic. But god damn it, you wished you could just reach out and touch it, feel his belly and tell him he’s got more room in there, and then feed him. But you didn’t, and he continued to come around throughout the week for dinner; you both played this same routine: you made the food, and he ate it. It wasn’t lost on you that Frankie liked to eat, but what you didn’t notice was how much he really liked that it was you feeding him.  

On one Saturday summer night, you were sitting on your balcony, far later than you normally would be, enjoying a sangria. You heard the sliding door open below you from Frankie’s and could hear him and that other male voice talking.  

“Drop it, Pope.” 

“Dude, I can tell. It’s written all over your fucking face when she comes up. You’ve got it bad for this chick.“ 

“Fine. Yes. Happy?” 

“Sure. But you have to tell her. There’s no way-“ 

“Yeah, and have her laugh in my face? She’s not into me like that.” 

“And how the fuck would you know?” 

“Because she’s too fucking gorgeous and out of my league.” 

Your heart dropped; Frankie was head over heels for someone - someone who wasn’t you. Before you could quietly leave your balcony and mope inside, you heard the other voice, Pope, say, “No one feeds you like that if they don’t at least like you, Francisco.” 

You froze.  

Frankie sighed. “Fuck you, man.” 

“All I’m saying is if a beautiful woman like that keeps inviting you back to her table when you’re getting fat on her cooking, you’re in. You just got to make a move.” 

The last thing you heard Frankie say as they began their exit from the balcony was, “Shit, Pope. I’m fucking hungry.”, followed by the two men laughing. 

You sat silently on your balcony and let a breath out that you didn’t realize you were holding in. You ventured inside and laid in your bed.  

**** 

You had made yourself scarce the rest of the weekend, no sure how to interact with him after what you had heard, but you’d returned home exhausted from work on the following Monday to find a note on your door form Frankie that read: 

Want to go out for dinner? You can have a night off.  

x F  

You grinned to yourself, hopeful that this was Frankie trying to make a move and went into your apartment, got changed into a more casual outfit, and headed down to Frankie’s. 

He opened the door and gave you a big smile while telling you where he was going to take you - his favourite Tex-Mex restaurant.  

The car ride over started a little awkward, but you soon fell into an easy conversation. 

“So why the dinner out? Sick of my cooking?”, you poked, watching to see how he would react. 

“Fuck no!”, Frankie barked out laughing. “I just figured that maybe I could get dinner for you, and since there’s not a snowflake’s chance in hell that I could even compare to you in the kitchen, I thought I’d take you to my favourite place to eat… other than your table, of course.” 

You felt your cheeks turn pink and you could feel Frankie smiling at you. You felt bold as you thought of what you’d heard on Saturday night and wanted to test the waters. 

You reached out and put your hand on his that was on the gear stick. “Thank you, Frankie. You’ll have to show me your favourites on the menu.” 

Frankie sucked in a breath at your touch and nodded. “Yeah… uh, I pretty much like everything they have.” 

You smiled and nodded. 

***** 

“Recommendations?”, you asked looking over your menu. 

“Well, like I said, I pretty much like everything. But my favourites are, uh, the burritos and fajitas. Can’t go wrong with those, and the elote is great, too.” 

Once again, you felt bold. Without the restrictions of what you had cooked and the ingredients you had on hand, Frankie could really let himself loose in here and you were more than happy to encourage him. 

“How about you order, Frankie? I normally decide what I’m cooking, so you get to decide tonight. Order to your heart’s content – I’m in.”, you say, leaning forward and cocking your head. 

Frankie’s eyebrows twitched and his lips parted. His tongue flicked out and he nodded. “You sure you’re up for that? It’ll be a lot of food.” 

“I’ll be fine, Frankie. The question really is will you be okay. Because food is more of a spectator’s sport for me when I’m with you.”, you say with a wink.  

Frankie just stared back at you, his breathing getting quicker. His brain was trying to wrap around that fact that Pope was right: you were into him and like to feed him. He thought he’d died and gone to heaven. 

Before he could pinch himself, the waitress approached the table. Frankie placed the order – it was a lot of food - and you just sat back and smirked as he spoke. 

“You sure you’re gonna be able to handle all that, Frankie?”, you questioned with a wry smile and teasing tone. 

Frankie gave you a flirtatious grin and took your hand. “Yeah, and there’ll even be room for dessert.” 

By the time Frankie had eatten two plates of food, he was sitting back in the booth, finishing his pop.  

“How’re you doing? You still got another plate.”, you gave him a coquettish smile, pushing the plate forward to him. 

“Oh, honey. I’m full.”, Frankie chuckled, patting his belly. 

He watched as you got out of your side of the booth and slid in next to him. Throughout the meal, you and Frankie dropped silent hints as to where you both wanted this to go. You again felt emboldened and reached out to rub his belly. He watched you, his eyes pleading with you to keep going. 

You leaned in and purred into his ear before nuzzling it with your nose, “Oh, Frankie. You’re not that full, are you?” 

Frankie shivered and gulped. Once he had cleared the last plate, Frankie huffed out a breath and tried to hide a small burp. You sat at his side, continuing to console his overstuffed tummy, and gave him a kiss on his cheek. 

“What’s next?”, Frankie asked, looking at you with a lazy smile.  

--------<3---------

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At Waiting's End 8 - A Crowded Room

“Y’re worried,” Jazz sat next to Prowl on the berth. Smokescreen was already recharging, safe and snug in the cot that magnetized to Prowl’s side of the berth.

“Why would he have a friend in Iacon?” Prowl asked. “What sort of friend would he have?”

“I don’t know,” Jazz said. “Y’re ori... that comm o’ his. He was a spy, right?”

“That is correct,” Prowl replied.

“I suppose that explains why ya was so at ease wit Ops,” Jazz said.

“In part,” Prowl replied. “Mostly, I was at ease with you.”

“I wish ya’d told me what Chromedome’d done,” Jazz told him. “I understand why ya wouldn’t want to talk about it. The pain ‘n the shame.”

“I wanted to pretend it had not happened,” Prowl was honest with his lover. “If I pretended long enough, maybe I would just forget.”

“He ain’t gonna trouble ya again,” Jazz promised. “Even if I can’t get’em in Garrus 9 for what he’s done, I can get’m at least transferred far, far away. Somewhere cold ‘n miserable.”

“I just hope Originator has not gone to finish what he started,” Prowl sighed and he leaned on Jazz’s shoulder. “He has always been protective of me.”

“He loves ya,” Jazz told him.

“I think he poured all the love he had for the bitlet stolen as well as the love he had for me, into me,” Prowl said. “Educators, the procreators of students, his own commanders, they all learned to fear him when I was the subject of conversation.”

“I’m glad ya had ‘m,” Jazz replied. “I’m glad ya had’m to go home to.”

It was impossible not to worry. Camshaft was as expert at his craft as Jazz was but he had a fierce temper where Prowl was concerned. Prowl himself had never been victim of it, no, it had always been in his defence. Even if his originator did not leave a trace, given their altercation, Camshaft would certainly be a prime suspect if Chromedome came to harm. Ironhide had advised Camshaft keep away from the base for a time, as stories of his run in with Chromedome, Brainstorm and Perceptor. In just a few joors, he had become something of a boogeymech. Prowl was concerned for what this might mean for his originator, of course Camshaft be unbothered. He would probably be pleased by the development, just as Jazz was by his alternate identity as Meister. He enjoyed the way the Decepticons quaked. The difference here was these were Autobots and Prime actually wanted Prowl to return to service. How a having a boogeymech for his originator might effect this remained to be seen.

“You are here,” Prowl sighed with relief as he tiptoed from the berthroom, Smokescreen in his arms, hoping to allow Jazz to recharge a little longer.

“I did tell you I was just meeting a friend,” Camshaft replied from his perch on the sofa. He had a mug of energon in his servo, dark like Prowl’s blend. This was not his preferred brew.

“Have you recharged?” Prowl asked.

“No,” Camshaft said. “Give me my grandcreation and brew your poison and we can speak.”

Prowl did as he was told. Camshaft doted on Smokescreen. Though Prowl had been worried he would not be so keen to share Smokescreen with Punch, he seemed to take pleasure in seeing anyone fuss over his little grandcreation. It pleased him to watch Punch fuss over Prowl. It pleased him to watch Jazz. Perhaps it was because he was confident in his own love that he was not threatened by others. The crystals Prowl favoured were already out, his originator would have known that Prowl would be the first awake. He wanted this, Prowl realized, a quiet moment in the light-cycle with just the two of them. They had had many light-cycles like this down in the catacombs, even as they had lived in close quarters with hundreds of other mechanisms.

“Is something troubling you?” Prowl asked. He did not believe his originator was being nostalgic.

“Sit,” Camshaft said. “I did not trouble Chromedome. I find myself in a three way tie over who claims right to unmech him. My position is the worst given I have already had the opportunity to lay him flat. Jazz, theoretically has the strongest position but Punch argues he would be an obvious suspect.”

“He is not worth it, Originator,” Prowl sighed.

“He is, Bitlet,” Camshaft replied. “Because you are.”

“I hope you were not arranging with your friend to resolve the... debate,” Prowl said.

“No,” Camshaft replied. He looked into his mug of stale energon. Prowl was concerned. His originator was uncharacteristically ill at ease.

“Originator...” Prowl said.

“I told you your progenitor was a good mech,” Camshaft said.

“You loved him,” Prowl suggested and Camshaft nodded his helm.

“By alright we should have been enemies,” his originator told him. “He was embedded in my unit, to monitor our activities in Polyhex. It was a useless mission, his and ours. We knew he was not one of us. We were obviously not innocent travellers.”

“How did a Praxian end up working for Polyhex?” Prowl asked.

“He is not Praxian,” Camshaft explained. “He has the look of one. His originator was Polyhexian. His progenitor was gone before his originator knew he had kindled. He did not share the nature of their liaison and I did not ask. His handlers did not understand that doorwings are not just kibble. He could not speak with them, so obviously we knew he was not actually part of our unit. We, of course could not get especially close to any government infrastructure, because we could not very well blend in. We bonded over the pointlessness of it, I think.”

“Smokescreen...” Prowl looked down at his creation as he thought out loud. “He is more Polyhexian than Praxian.”

“He takes after you,” Camshaft said.

“Did you reconnect with one of the members of your old unit?” Prowl asked. “Is that what has you thinking of him?”

“No...” Camshaft sighed. “I ran into your progenitor on the Autobot base.”

“What?” Prowl exclaimed.

“I was not sure if I should tell you,” Camshaft replied. “And I did not tell him.”

“Why not?” Prowl asked, searching his originator’s face for answers.

“Because I would never introduce someone into your life that you did not invite,” Camshaft replied. “Progenitor or not.”

“Everythin’ a’ight?” Jazz asked, suddenly in the living room. Prowl dipped his doorwings.

“Sorry,” he said. “I woke you.”

“I was just dozin’ a lil,” Jazz said. “Somethin’ wrong?”

“I cannot believe I have not crashed,” Prowl said. His originator looked chagrined. “My progenitor is in Iacon.”

“Yer progenitor?” Jazz asked. “How?”

“He is one of your ilk,” Camshaft explained. “An Autobot.”

“I hope that ain’t a bad thing,” Jazz said.

“No,” Camshaft replied. “I have not told him of Prowl. I did not wish to without speaking to him first.”

“You were not sure if you wanted to tell me,” Prowl guessed.

“No,” Camshaft confessed. “I did not know how you would feel. I did not...I do not know how he might feel.”

“I am glad you told me, Originator,” Prowl said. “He is still a good mech?”

“He is very much the same as he was when I knew him,” Camshaft replied. “Irreverent. Good humoured. You have his temper, Prowl. Which was a mercy to us both.”

“What is his designation?” Prowl asked. “I should like to meet him, if he is willing. If he is safe.”

“Downshift.”

“Well, that sorts out how Chromedome’s gettin’ taken care of,” Jazz declared.

“How do you mean?” Prowl asked.

“He is commander of the Autobot Security Forces,” Jazz explained.

“What’s this about the ASF?” Punch asked as he joined them. Camshaft leaned back into the coach. Resigned, maybe, Prowl wondered, to a far more boisterous group than they were ever together? Or to letting free his most guarded secrets? “There’d be Pit to pay if ya tried bribin’ the guards. From both sides. Besides, we’re both too good for that.”

“Downshift,” Jazz said. “Ya trained together.”

“Yeah, ‘n if ya’re thinkin’ o’ bribin’m, he'd be real, real offended,” Punch said. “He told me he’s got a special cell for us. Honestly, I was flattered at the thought.”

“He is Prowl’s progenitor,” Camshaft sighed.

“Oh...” Punch said. He paused for a moment. “Ya must be what he was moonin’ over all those decavorns ago.”

“Oh dear,” Camshaft sighed.

“I guess they told ya he was here?” Punch asked.

“No,” Camshaft said. “I ran into him. He was the friend I was meeting at Maccadam’s.”

“Well...” Punch said. “I suppose we outta have ‘m o’er for lunch!”

[salmonskinrolltf]

this is soooo embarrassing. I can’t believe I’m even typing it out. But dude, I’ve been a gaymer for as long as I remember. I’m 30 pounds too heavy. I’m 27 and living. With too many roommates in the suburbs. And well. I’ve been watching Glee lately. And I just got to the season around college and I was hoping I could rent some tapes. See, I’ve got this major crush on Darren’s character Blaine and itd be awesome to always be singing and dancing and having fun. I was never a theatre kid myself. Any chance you can help?

Almost like a miracle, right when you considered ordering a tape from Be Kind Rewind, one of your roommates got a VCR. You suppose. You’re not sure which one of them actually got it, but it’s right there, plugged into the TV in your living room, so someone must have. The only thing is, you’ve had to wait until everyone was out to use it. You double check that the door is locked and everybody is out for the evening. You’re embarrassed to be seen watching the show, but you’re embarrassed for another reason tonight, too. Because renting this tape feels like a special occasion, you’ve decided to cosplay as Blaine a little bit. Your hair is neatly slicked back and you’ve donned a cardigan and bow tie to match his put-together preppy look.

When you’re certain the coast is clear, you open the (thankfully discretely marked) package and a die rolls out into your hand. Oh yeah. The die thing. Weird. You toss it onto the coffee table and it lands on 4.

When the VCR whirs to life, you hear those a cappella credit trills that indicate whatever episode that was playing has already ended, so you jab the rewind button, humming the music quietly to yourself. You scratch your stomach and realize the fabric of your cardigan is much looser than it should be. You lift it up and see that your stomach has shrunk, flattening against your torso, which seems firmer and more lithe in general.

Stunned, you gaze at yourself in the nearest mirror, noticing how the new outfit looks even more Blaine-like after your bizarre transformation. In fact, everything is looking more Blaine-like. Your eyebrows thicken and darken, your slicked-back hair darkening along with them. As your lips plump up and your skin tans slightly, you realize you look like a total Blaine doppelganger. Your dick hardens in the thrift store pants you bought to match the overall preppy look. You look just like your crush! You’re not even questioning it, you just figure you must be dreaming or something. But even if you’re only dreaming, why let the opportunity pass you by to admire yourself more… privately?

In a daze, you wander into the bathroom. Instead of the pigsty it normally is, living with so many roommates, it looks neat and tidy. Tubs of hair gel neatly line the sides of the sink, and the mirror is decorated with playbills, a photo of Blaine and Kurt, and a bumper sticker for a local Lima, Ohio radio station. Not only do you look exactly like Blaine, you’re now in what seems to be his bathroom! You admire yourself in the mirror.

A thrill of excitement thrums through you and you unzip your pants, rubbing yourself at the thought of looking just like your crush.

As you pleasure yourself, you think about the various Glee characters you have the biggest crushes on. Could you use this VHS service to become them all? The thought makes you even more aroused. However, when Blaine returns to your mind, your dick deflates. Suddenly it feels wrong to be thinking about him. You try to cycle back through the other characters in your mind, but suddenly only the female ones come to mind. Brittany, Quinn, even Rachel. Your dick springs back to full hardness and you panic at the sudden shift in your sex drive. You shove your erection back into your pants but not before cum explodes into the sink. You hurriedly wipe it up with some toilet paper.

What the hell is going on? As you scrub, you don’t notice that the gel is slowly easing out of your hair, which curls and falls over your face in a more lackadaisical, unkempt fashion. Stubble sprouts from your cheeks, chin, and upper lip, slowly growing into a short beard. Your clothes morph from your preppy ensemble into more of a rocker vibe, your shredded T-shirt dipping into a V-neck that exposes the dark, matted chest hair that has been busy unfurling across your newly taut torso. 

Right when you flush the balled-up wad of TP, a voice interrupts your panic.

“What the hell are you doing in my bathroom?”

You turn to the doorway and see Blaine Anderson standing there. Wait, that can’t be. Weren’t you just him? You turn to look at yourself in the mirror and see a much more rugged, sloppy individual than the person you were just a moment before. You look like Blaine, but… different. Older, somehow. And more unkempt, definitely.

This intruder, on the other hand, looks exactly like Blaine. He also looks annoyed. He taps his toe and runs a hand across his impeccably coiffed hair. “This is why I asked Mom for my own bathroom, so I wouldn’t have to wait for you all the time. How is it that I use 12 hair products a day and you still take longer than I do for everything?”

You’re too shocked to say anything. You’re unsure whether you’re more shocked by the words he’s saying or the fact that Blaine is standing just feet away and you feel nothing about it whatsoever. As your brain sputters, your body kicks into autopilot and you shrug.

“The gays haven’t cornered the market on looking good just yet, little bro,” you chuckle, punching his arm as you head back out into the hallway, which now looks like one that belongs in a pristine suburban home. 

As you head back into your room, you notice that it looks entirely different. No game consoles in sight, just laundry strewn everywhere and a mini basketball hoop on the back of the doorway. You absent-mindedly toss a NERF basketball toward the hoop and it hits the rim, flying back in your direction and smacking you in the face, knocking you back onto the unkempt mattress that’s on the floor without a bed frame.

You groggily open your eyes and look around. Where the hell are you? Who the hell are you? You rack your brains. Oh yeah. David Anderson. Eldest son of one of the lamest families on the planet, smack dab in the middle of Buttfuck, Ohio. You scratch your hairy chest underneath your T-shirt and check the time.

You remember you have plans to grab some brews with the boys this evening before seeing the latest movie starring that hot actress you like, so you’d better head out quick so you can hit up the gym beforehand. You throw on your gym clothes, grab your water bottle, and rush out the door.

As you pass by your little bro’s room, you see him singing along to a Mariah Carey tune and practicing his dance moves. You roll your eyes good-naturedly. Singing and dancing aren’t for you, but you appreciate how into it he is. You figure that, for him, singing and dancing brings him the same joy that going to the gym and playing ball with your bros does for you. You leap up to smack the top of the door frame as you head outside, barely giving Blaine another thought as you walk down the street, anticipating the awesome evening ahead of you.

[annahxredaxted]

Always Enough

Characters: Guy/Honey

Tw: cursing.

Honey feels bad for being standoffish.

•••

“Baaaa-Byyyy…? Are you here in the living room? Ohh there you are hi honey!” Guy giggled and sat next to them, they didn’t look at him, but had a half smile. The half he couldn’t see of course.

“Hi.” Honey mumbled, flicking through Shows on some streaming service. “How was your nap?” They asked, turning to look at him. Guys hair was a wreck to say the least, bed head, cowlicks and thrashing around mixed in one.

“Mmm it was good thanks! Now how are you my sweet pumpkin?” He said with a baby voice.

“It’s not even October yet.” Honey mumbled. Which earned a smile from guy.

“I knoww but when you look so cute and cuddly in that orange shirt you can’t expect me not to say anything!” Guy explained while talking with his hands.

Honey looked down, double checking the shirts color before looking back up.

“I’d say this is more of a yellow-ish gold.” They debated before clicking on a movie, dumb and dumber.

“Ugh! Whatever,” guy rolled his eyes before cuddling into their side. “I like this movie! Can I watch with you?” Honey nodded.

“Of course you like it.” They muttered to which guy had an offended look before chuckling and grabbing the nearest blanket to cuddle them.

“Your hair looks good today.” Guy complimented before moving his hands to twirl a single finger in it before dropping his hand back to their leg. They blushed, stupid things like that making them not know what to say.

“Uhm thanks I guess.” They said breathily, their hand planted on guys thigh.

He chuckled, “you are just so cute.” He said giggling to which they rolled their eyes.

“Watch the damn movie.” They scolded before smacking his hand out of their hair.

He giggled and said ‘owwww’ guy kissed their cheek before being quiet and staying still, continuing to cuddle up beside them.

Honey smiled ever so slightly as he watched the movie, their gaze but not their head making its way to him.

‘I love you.’ They thought. But refrained from saying anything, because guy would never let them live that down. For risk of being to-to sappy they looked at the Television intently.

Eventually 30 minutes went by and guy started whining.

“Honey I’m hungry.” He said with puppy eyes.

“Then go get something to eat. I went to the store yesterday.” They said before looking at him while he said,

“Can you get me something? Pleasee?” He smiled before honey groaned, and stood while muttering.

“Making me get up during my damn movie,” they paused in their steps.

“What do you want?” They asked guy as he shot up with a grin.

He smiled and thought for a dramatically long time.

“Hmm…do we have any crackers?” He asked before adjusting his sock.

“I think we have some goldfish..does that work?” Honey Asked with a straight face while grabbing a bowl from the cabinet

He nodded and smiled while waiting.

They retrieved the goldfish and trudged back into the kitchen, adjusting their sweatpants drawstring while standing.

“Here ba— uh guy.” They mumbled out and coughed to cover up their fumble. They refrained from any Petname— which was always normal for them, but they couldn’t quite place why it almost slipped out. Their usually better about that.

Guy gave a weird look but took the bowl, honey sat back down. He offered them crackers every now and then, but they usually denied.

Guy rose a cracker to their lips and looked at them from the side with a wide grin.

“If you make airplane noises I’m leaving.” They stated before taking the cracker and eating it on their own accord.

He giggled again and smiled. “I love you.” He said while looking at them. They muttered something.

“Honey. Say it back.” He said almost seriously.

They sputtered. “I did!” They defended.

Guy rolled his eyes. He seemed like he had been joking and only rolling his eyes to be a brat. But honeys brain kicked in.

They felt bad, their eyes look at him through their peripheral vision, not looking directly at him. They sighed quietly.

“I..I’m sorry.” They whispered, not knowing 100% what they’d did wrong.

He looked at them. “It’s okay honey— I was just joking I’m not actually upset baby.” He smiled and chuckled a bit. His face went serious when he realized they felt bad.

“No its..it’s not.. I’m sorry guy I don’t always mean to be so..so..” they searched for the words but their mind blanked.

“Reserved?” He asked quietly. They nodded with a sigh.

“Im sorry guy.. i really really-,” guy stopped them, holding them closer and kissing the top of their head.

He shushed them. He realized that they’ve always been like this. Nothing he could do but love them.

“I love you guy.” They mumbled, he smiled and nodded. “I know. I always knew, no matter if you say it or not. Hey. I’ll never get upset at you for being quiet with your feelings. You don’t always have to voice everything. I know you love me through your actions. And that’s enough Honey. You’re enough. You’ll always be enough.”

…..

“Always..”

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𝐒𝐓𝐎𝐍𝐄𝐇𝐄𝐀𝐑𝐓 : 𝐏𝐀𝐑𝐓 𝐎𝐍𝐄

Writing / roleplay prompts collected from the POV chapters of Catelyn Tully / Stark in A Game of Thrones , the first book of the ASOIAF saga. Feel free to adjust pronouns / etc. as needed.

tw: dark & mature themes, death, violence, suggestive / sexual content

❝ Where are the children? ❞

❝ Is he afraid? ❞

❝ He is only three. ❞

❝ He must learn to face his fears. ❞

❝ Winter is coming. ❞

❝ The man died well, I’ll give him that. ❞

❝ You would have been proud of him. ❞

❝ I’m always proud of him. ❞

❝ The poo man was half mad. Something had put a fear in him so deep that my words could not reach him. ❞

❝ It will only grow worse. The day may come when I will have no choice but to call the banners. ❞

❝ He is nothing for us to fear. ❞

❝ There are darker things beyond the Wall. ❞

❝ You listen to too many of her stories. ❞

❝ No living man has ever seen one. ❞

❝ You did not come here to tell me tales. ❞

❝ I know how little you like this place. ❞

❝ What is it, My Lady? ❞

❝ There was grievous news today, My Lord. ❞

❝ I did not wish to trouble you until you had cleansed yourself. ❞

❝ I am so sorry, my love. He is dead. ❞

❝ Is this news certain? ❞

❝ It was the king’s seal, and the letter is in his own hand. ❞

❝ I saved it for you. ❞

❝ That is some small mercy, I suppose. ❞

❝ His memory will haunt each stone. ❞

❝ She needs the comfort of family and friends around her. ❞

❝ The letter had other tidings. ❞

❝ The king is riding to seek you out. ❞

❝ We should send word to your brother. ❞

❝ And he gives us no more notice than this? ❞

❝ Where the king goes, the realm follows. ❞

❝ Please, guard your tongue. ❞

❝ Kings are not like other men. ❞

❝ Can’t you see the danger that would put us in? ❞

❝ I never asked for this cup to pass to me. ❞

❝ What is it? My Lady, you’re shaking. ❞

❝ There is grief in this message, I can feel it. ❞

❝ This is no time for false modesty. ❞

❝ My father went south once, to answer the summons of a king. He never came home again. ❞

❝ There must always be a Stark in Winterfell. ❞

❝ He must learn to rule, and I will not be here for him. ❞

❝ He must be ready when his time comes. ❞

❝ You know how he loves to climb. ❞

❝ This is hard, I know. ❞

❝ He is my blood, and that is all you need to know. ❞

❝ He cannot stay here. He is your son, not mine. I will not have him. ❞

❝ A boy with a bastard’s name . . . you know what they will say of him. He will be shunned. ❞

❝ How can you be so damnably cruel? ❞

❝ When the time comes, I will tell him myself. ❞

❝ I can’t leave him, even for a moment. ❞

❝ I have to be with him. ❞

❝ He’s not going to die. ❞

❝ What if he needs me and I’m not here? ❞

❝ I need you too. I’m trying, but I can’t . . . I can’t do it all by myself. ❞

❝ He needs to hear them sing. ❞

❝ Don’t be afraid. ❞

❝ Swear to me you’ll sleep. ❞

❝ It’s good to know my son’s life was not sold cheaply. ❞

❝ What I am about to tell you must not leave this room. ❞

❝ You have my oath. ❞

❝ If this is true, he will pay for it. I’ll kill him myself! ❞

❝ Never draw your sword unless you mean to use it. ❞

❝ I must go myself. ❞

❝ The honor of carrying a lady like yourself is all the reward I need. ❞

❝ The captain was just telling me that our voyage is almost at an end. ❞

❝ I have not been the most valiant of protectors. ❞

❝ The moment we go ashore we are at risk. ❞

❝ There are those at court who will know you on sight. ❞

❝ It’s one thing to be clever and another to be wise. ❞

❝ A man must make his own choices. ❞

❝ Even in a place like this, one never knows who may be watching. ❞

❝ Why have I been brought here in this fashion? ❞

❝ You were not mistreated, I trust? ❞

❝ I am not accustomed to being summoned like a serving wench. ❞

❝ I’ve angered you, My Lady. That was never my intent. ❞

❝ A wife is allowed to yearn for her husband. ❞

❝ Please don’t expect me to believe that. ❞

❝ This sudden trip of yours bespeaks a certain urgency. ❞

❝ I beg of you, let me help. ❞

❝ I know things. That is the nature of my service. ❞

❝ I am soaked through. Even my bones are wet. ❞

❝ There is an inn at the crossroads up ahead. ❞

❝ I hope I have not spoken out of turn. I meant no offense. ❞

❝ Frank talk does not offend me. ❞

❝ You are far from home. ❞

❝ Your home is in my heart. ❞

❝ Take off your helm. I would look on your face again. ❞

❝ I have not been a child in many years. ❞

❝ Suspicion casts a long shadow. ❞

❝ It seems to me she is only playing at courtship. She enjoys the sport. ❞

❝ A woman can rule as wisely as a man. ❞

❝ Pride? Arrogance, some might call it. Arrogance and avarice and lust for power. ❞

❝ I, however, am innocent as a little lamb. Shall I bleat for you? ❞

❝ I promise you, my lady, no harm will come to you. ❞

❝ I do not frighten easily. ❞

❝ I am going to die here. ❞

❝ I . . . I cannot do this. ❞

❝ I’ll come back for you. ❞

❝ I don’t want to look. ❞

❝ Keep your eyes closed if you like. ❞

❝ Have you taken leave of your senses!? ❞

❝ Isn’t he beautiful? ❞

❝ The seed is strong. ❞

❝ Not in front of the baby. ❞

❝ These are not times for delicacy. ❞

❝ You’re scaring the boy. ❞

❝ We’re safe here. ❞

❝ Don’t be a fool. No one is safe. If you think hiding here will make them forget you, you are sadly mistaken. ❞

❝ No castle is impregnable. ❞

❝ Tell me the rest of it. ❞

❝ I should have been woken. ❞

❝ Isn’t it a lovely morning? The gods are smiling on us. ❞

❝ Alive, he has value. Dead, he is only food for crows. ❞

❝ It’s said that poison is a woman’s weapon. ❞

❝ He’s too fond of the sight of blood on that sword of his. ❞

❝ Stand and fight, coward! ❞

❝ My son is leading a host to war. ❞

❝ When night falls, there are said to be ghosts, cold vengeful spirits of the North. ❞

❝ Remind me not to linger here. ❞

❝ You’ve grown a beard. ❞

❝ You are as fair as ever, a welcome sight in troubled times. ❞

❝ Can you understand why I might fear? ❞

❝ The real message is in what she does not say. ❞

❝ I know the sound of a threat, even whispered. ❞

❝ They have her hostage, and they mean to keep her. ❞

❝ Our best hope, our only true hope, is that you can defeat the foe in the field. ❞

❝ You cannot afford to seem indecisive in front of men like these. ❞

❝ It is not my intent to linger here long. ❞

❝ I’ll speak any way I like, damn you. ❞

❝ I have agreed to take them as wards. ❞

❝ Let him grow as tall as his father, and hold his own son in his arms. ❞

❝ You should let the men see you before battle. I will give them courage. ❞

❝ And who will give me courage? ❞

❝ So this is what death sounds like. ❞

❝ I would offer you my sword, but I seem to have mislaid it. ❞

❝ It is not your sword I want, ser. ❞

❝ He . . . he killed them . . . ❞

❝ If they hadn’t tried to stop him — ❞

❝ Your men did what they were sworn to do. ❞

❝ Grieve for them. Honor them for their valor. But not now. You have no time for grief. ❞

❝ Your grief is mine. ❞

❝ I swear it, you will have your vengeance. ❞

❝ Will that bring him back to me? ❞

❝ I prayed to know what to do, but the gods did not answer. ❞

❝ I shared his bed and bore his children. Do you think I love him any less than you? ❞

❝ I will mourn for him until the end of my days, but I must think of the living. ❞

❝ I want you to live your life, to kiss a girl and wed a woman and father a son. ❞

❝ I want to write an end to this. I want to go home. ❞

❝ Why shouldn’t we rule ourselves again? ❞

❝ It was the dragons we married, and the dragons are all dead! ❞

❝ There sits the only king I mean to bow my knee to. ❞

[bunniesanddeer]

Bound to Hell

This is the companion work to "Going Straight to Hell". This is from the reader's POV. Minors DNI

Pairing: Alastor x Reader

Warnings: Violence and sexual assault against a minor is referenced. Revenge, demon deals, etc. 18+ MINORS DNI

Word Count: 8,349

You’ve known for a long time that your soul would be bound for Hell. From the moment your mother died, you’ve been slowly corrupted. When you finally realized that no matter what the afterlife looked like, it wouldn’t be good for you, you cried yourself to sleep. You had stared into the mirror the next day, wondering if someone would be able to see it in your face. Would people know at a glance that you were disgusting— that you were a lost cause? Although you knew, deep down, that it wasn’t your fault, the thoughts still swirled in your mind each night. 

It was late one evening that you finally gave up. You had long foregone begging to be freed from your living hell, but something in the way your hips ached, and your chest hurt pushed you. When the night finally felt late enough, you curled into the corner of your bed, and you begged. You cried, and wept, and whispered for some higher power to save you. Whatever could you have done for this to last so long? You deserved freedom. You deserved kindness. And so with your heart on your sleeve, already bruised and battered, you called for a savior. 

“Please,” you keep repeating, as many times as it takes. “Anyone. I need this to end. I need help.” You sob and pull your knees to your chest. Your skin aches from the way you dig your nails into your arms. You keep doing it anyway; it feels like the only thing keeping you awake. “Please just help me end it. I’ll do anything.” 

Then, there is a shiver that crawls down your spine, cold and dreadful. There is a sudden feeling of being watched, and it is something you’ve never experienced quite this way. You sit up, your head whipping around, trying to catch sight of whatever is in your dark room with you. You can’t see much, but that only makes the feeling worse; you are absolutely sure that someone is in the room with you. 

“Who’s there?” Your voice is quiet, but in the silence of the room, it feels like you are screaming. You cross one set of fingers, hoping that nothing responds. 

There’s a clicking sound, sudden and loud. Then the stereo on your desk flares to life. The radio dial flickers back and forth, static bursting forth. You jump at the sudden noise, and stare at the desk. There’s no way that just happened.

“Hello?” You call into the hopefully empty room. Your eyes flicker around the room, trying to see anything at all. 

“HEL-” A voice nearly screams from the stereo, and you shriek. 

“What the FUCK!”

You push yourself back so that you’re flush with the wall, and you try to slow your breathing. You don’t need to be having a panic attack at this time of night. 

“Hello! Can I speak now?” The voice continues, strange and warbled. The static is thicker than you’ve ever heard from a radio station. It wasn’t often a problem anymore, and it confused you. Not to mention, the man, (although you weren’t sure that it was a man), had an accent that you hadn’t heard anyone have. 

“Are you talking to me?” You grab at your knees, swallowing hard. 

“Ha! Of course, I’m talking to you!” The voice laughs, and part of you feels patronized. There’s something in his tone that sets your nerves alight. Something is seriously wrong. Not to mention, it feels like you are having a strange dream. “I couldn't help but hear you calling for help, dear!”

You immediately doubt his words. He sounds so fake, as if he was on a TV show. You settle yourself, still subtly looking around the room. You wouldn’t be surprised if this owner of the strange voice is in the room with you. 

“You seem to be having quite the problem, and I’d like to offer my services!” His voice trills, his volume nearly pushing them to their limits. You glance at the door, suddenly remembering Richard. God, if he walked in now…  “However, I can’t help you unless you call my name with the intention of making a deal. It’s the rules, unfortunately.”

A snort escapes you. What the hell was this? Some children’s book? It reminded you of a cartoon. “Like Beetlejuice?” 

“I have no idea what that is, my dear.” He sounded genuinely confused, and it made you want to laugh. Whatever this guy was, there was a good chance he wasn’t human. Something in the way he talked, made it feel like he was positioning himself above you. It was strange, but it was like you instinctively knew something that your conscious brain couldn’t pinpoint. 

“Ah,” You mutter. You stay silent, trying to let your brain catch up with everything. Part of you feels like you need to remember all of this. It’s as if a single detail could be the difference, so you stay put and think. 

“I don’t know what your name is,” You say some time later. You frown, and glare at the stereo on your desk. If this was a dream, you were going to be annoyed. You wouldn’t put it past your desperate brain, though. Whatever would keep it from blipping out of existence. 

“I’ll tell you in just a moment! Fret not!” Static pours into the silence. He’s thinking mighty hard about something, and it makes goosebumps erupt on your arms. He’s planning something. “I just wanted to tell you that I could help you with whatever your problem might be, if only you called me. Nothing is too big or small.”

You turn towards the door, and a thought immediately comes to mind. Richard. Your nails dig into your palm, and you grit your teeth. You could have his blood spilled into the tile. If this thing speaking to you is real, it could be done. Something twists at your heart, and suddenly you want it with such desperation. You want to be free. He needs to die. 

“What’s your name,” you demand. You keep your voice flat, but confident— you won’t look like a fool, or an easy target for this strange thing’s whims. You want to know if it could be done, but you know you need more information first. 

“The name’s Alastor, darling! Who might I be speaking to?” His voice is full of tenacity, as if he knows what you will ask of him. Something he says catches your ear, more than the rest, though. 

“Shouldn’t you know my name?” You figured if God or angels, or whatever, were real, that they would know your name. (Some lost memory of someone telling you something about angels flickers in your mind. Aren’t angels supposed to not tell you their name?) Something is wrong.

There is suddenly a surge of tingling across your body, and it feels heavy, oppressive.  “No, dear. I am a demon, straight from Hell, here to provide you my services!” His laughing grates your nerves, and the words set your veins on fire. 

You can feel your expression fall, as anger surges up. Of course! Of course, when you finally get an answer, it’s from some malevolent force, and not something that actually wants to help you! He will want something from you, you know it in your bones. You don’t know if you will be able to pay the price.

“Why the long face, dear?” He laughs, static popping and crackling as he does. You start crying softly as you hear his joy. There is something so wrong about someone taking the joy in this, as he does. 

“I guess I should have known that if there was some higher power, they wouldn’t help me. Guess it would end up being some demon.” A bitter laugh rips from your throat, and you duck your head between your knees. You were never worth saving, it seems. Why bother? What was worse than this?  Dread settles on you as you think about how this has just confirmed how little you are worth. 

“I’m not just some demon, darling. I’m the Radio Demon! Powerful overlord of Pentagram City!” He sounds angry as he protests your assumptions of his power. You scoff to yourself. So the guy has an ego, big fucking surprise. 

“That’s not what I meant, and you know it.” You lie down on your side. This conversation is exhausting, even for something that might not even be real. You just want him to leave. “I’ll think about it. If you’re actually real, and not just some strange thing my mind made up to keep me here.” 

“Well then! I will speak to you again, dear! Remember, just call my name with intention, and I’ll appear!” He says it with surety, to the point where you think you will call for him. You hear a click, as the dial for the stereo turns, and then it is silent in your room again. Just you and your far too angry thoughts. Could you do it? Could you call on this demon to help you kill Richard?

You scream, throwing a plate against the wall. It shatters into a bunch of pieces, and you wince. That won’t be fun to clean up, or explain. You sigh, and go to find the broom, ruminating on the morning’s events.

Richard had been especially grumpy, pulling you from your room by your hair. He’d pushed you to make breakfast, complaining on and on about work. You hated him complaining about things he didn’t even let you do, it was ridiculous. He was allowed to do whatever the fuck he wanted, and he threw you around like a rag doll, but some guy misplacing his shit was the worst thing ever? Richard was ridiculous, you were sure. The man had the worst priorities, like trying to break your jaw when you told him ‘no’. 

You wanted him dead, you were sure of it, but you weren’t sure how to go about it. You knew the end result would be your life being taken too, but the tradeoff didn’t seem too bad. Richard wouldn’t hurt another soul if you took him down with you. Maybe you could find a way to burn down the house while he was asleep? No, that wasn’t a guarantee, so you needed something else. Stabbing him wouldn’t work unless you were making breakfast. The man kept too close of an eye on you when you were cooking, though. Maybe strangling? Richard often fell asleep for a bit after finishing, leaving him vulnerable. Maybe you could—

The demon! If he was real, he might be the key. You would call on him, as soon as you were done sweeping up your mess.

You dumped the broken pieces into the trash, and put away the broom, deciding you would go back to your room. Something didn’t want you to invite him into the rest of the house. You heeded the feeling, and went to your room. You only had an hour or so until Richard was home, but it would be enough. 

The door clicked behind you, and you settled in front of it. You weren’t quite sure how to call, but figured starting with the demon’s name would be right. You closed your eyes, and let out a breath.

“Alastor,” you called softly, peeking one eye open after a moment. Nothing. Maybe you were doing it wrong? Taking a deeper breath, you spoke steadily. “Alastor, I want to make a deal.”

Your room erupted with heat for a brief moment, and it made your eyes pop open. A shadow was creeping unnaturally off the ground, and forming a solid shape. The demon! His appearance sent a shock through you.

Alastor was incredibly tall, nearly seven feet, the little tufts on his head putting him over that. The little tufts were the same color scheme as his hair, and scraped the ceiling. His hair was cut almost into a bob, and was a bright red with red-black ends. His eyes were just as red as the rest of him, (honestly, he was mostly red, which was a strange sight in your drab-colored room), with glowing irises and black slits for pupils. The pupils shift to you as you take in his bright, old-fashioned suit. His hands only have four fingers, and his fingers end in sharp claws. You gulp at the thought of them touching you, they would surely tear your skin with barely a press.

You fall forward just a bit, your hands catching the carpet beneath you. Alastor is definitely a demon. Nothing else could look like this. Your brain feels like it’s melting as you try to comprehend that Hell is indeed real, and so are the demons that come with it. 

The demon pulls a strange cane out of thin air, spinning it as he surveys you and your room. The smile on his face hasn’t budged a bit, and it makes you uncomfortable. Then he’s looking at you, cocking his head. The tufts on top shift, drawing your gaze for a moment.

“You’re real,” you whisper, mostly to yourself. You shake your head, and then decide you need some bravery. You push yourself up onto shaky legs, and move a little closer to him. His sharp smile, (man, he has only sharp teeth, how does he chew?) grows as you do. 

“That I am, my dear!” He leans his body towards you, and his face gets very close. His eyes look even more alien, up close. There seems to be swirling in his pupils, green flames flickering every few moments. Then, you try to breathe, and your nose burns. He smells awful.  You imagine it is the smell of an open grave on a hot day, and it nearly makes you gag. You wince, and take a step away from him.

“Uh, sir, you smell real bad,” you say, trying not to let all of your disgust show. You put your hands up, already surrendering, as his eyes shift. Shit. 

“What?” He asks, static heavy in his voice. (You wanted to know how he does the static thing. It was weird, but kind of cool, and it also hurt your ears). He’s definitely annoyed, and it makes you wince again. 

“Yeah, sorry. You smell like an overripe corpse. It’s downright foul.” You perch yourself on your bed, picking at a stray thread. Whatever it would take to avoid his eyes. They made you want to squirm in your seat, like a child who got caught doing something they weren't meant to. You finally settle, and glance at him. “Right, uh, sorry. Meant to introduce myself, but that really threw me off track. Hi.” You give him your name, softly, waving a little with one hand. (You want to smack yourself. What is wrong with you? This is absolutely not how you should talk to a demon, who has more power, you think, than you could imagine).

He repeats your name back to them with a flourish of his cane. Something in the way he says it makes you shiver. “Well, hello to you too! I was quite hoping you’d call on me, and now here we are!” His grin widens, something dark leaking into it. “Are you ready to make a deal?”

You shake your head. You want to make a deal, but not yet; you need more details. “No, I wanted to-”

You don’t get even a moment to explain yourself, when he explodes. 

Your room is suddenly far too dark, shadows at the edges almost seeming to turn solid. His body grows, the sound of cracking bones making your stomach turn. Antlers stretch across his head, scratching at the ceiling, the gouges deep. Your eyes widen, and you push yourself away from him as his face warps. 

If he was a little frightening before, he is downright terrifying now. His mouth is all sharp teeth, opening as if to take a gouge out of you. His eyes have turned black, the pupils changing to an almost dial shape. A bright red ‘x’ forming on his forehead. His claws sharpen, and start to reach towards you. His shadow, that you only just noticed, moves independently, crawling along the ceiling. It starts to grab at you, as well. 

You finally yelp, and tears pour down your face. Dear God, what was that? You want to tear your skin off. You grasp at the blanket you had unknowingly pulled over yourself, watching as he shakes his head.

His eyebrows hitch down as he shrinks, and he lets light back into the room. The smile is still fixed in place, but something about it seems tighter, as if it’s more of a struggle to keep. He hums to himself, as if deep in thought, and you can only watch. You don’t want to draw attention to yourself.

“Oh dear, I hadn’t meant to frighten you! Merely lost some of my self-control, there, dearest!” He sounds far too chipper, and it grates on your already frayed nerves. You hadn’t meant to upset him, whatever you did, you just wanted info. He did want to make a deal, right?

Alastor places his hands behind his back, the cane disappearing as he does. (‘Still so weird! How does he do it,’ you think). He tilts his head just slightly, and for a moment he reminds you of a puppy. The tufts tilt towards you, and you realize that they’re ears! The thought calms you down just a bit. He looks so strange, but his ears make you want to laugh, and it gives you the calm to speak up.

“I’m sorry,” you mumble. You stare down at his, admittedly fancy, shoes. “I just wanted to know how a deal would work, so I could make one with all the information I needed.”

Alastor stiffens, and it makes you finally look at him properly. With a wave of his hand, the chair at your little desk pulls back, and plops himself right into it. He looks silly, his giant being stuffed into a tiny, wooden chair.

“Sorry, darling! Hadn’t meant to give you the heebie-jeebies. I got a little ahead of myself!” He props his head up with one hand under his chin, his other hand twirling his cane. “Do you have questions? You can ask away!”

You settle some more, and let go of the blanket you had in a death-grip. “What… what do I have to give you, in a deal?” You feel sure that you know already, but the question just makes his smile grow even larger, somehow. 

He leans forwards, his eyes hooded, and he looks hungry. It sends shivers down your spine, and something in the back of your mind starts screaming, “Your soul. And because you’re still living, your life as well, depending on what you want. Your soul would be mine for eternity, and you would serve me in Hell.”

You knew it. Your soul would be the cost of whatever you asked of him, and he would take your life too. Although you wouldn’t mind him doing the deed himself, the soul bit makes you uncomfortable. You just found out you do have a soul, and he is already asking for it? Maybe that’s your fault, you did want to know about deals. 

“I was going to kill myself anyway, so you can have it.” You state factually. 

“Oh, were you?” He goads, his hands flexing as he watches you move around on your bed. You fix your glare on him as you nod.

“Yes. No matter what happens, I’ll end up dead. If I do it this way, it’s on my own terms.” You can only think of Richard as you tell the demon what you plan to do. If it wasn’t for him, none of it would be necessary. He’s ruined your entire life, and all you want to do is ruin his in return. 

“Well, do tell! You can’t just leave me with that! Tell me what’s in that noodle of yours!” He swings his cane at you, looking delighted. “Come on!” 

You sigh, nearly fed up with how strange he is. “Fine. I need you to tell me what you can do, first. What are the limits to this deal?” You need anything you can get. Are you going to damn yourself, or let your soul get torn to bits for something useless? No. Not even you are that desperate.

He hums, thinking about his answer. “I can do near anything, dear! Anything your little heart desires can be yours!”

You nod, and huff to yourself.  “Fine. I’ll tell you what my problem is, and then I’m gonna tell you exactly what I hope to get out of this.” You sit up straighter, glaring at him as you do, and cross your arms. “It ain’t pretty, though, so don’t go blaming me if you get bored or grossed out by details.” You sneer at him, trying to quell the anger rising in you.

“Oh darling, I promise I have seen and heard much worse. Worry not, your little head!” His grin widens, and you want to hate him. How dare he find some sick form of entertainment in your despair? You want to kick his stupid, sharp teeth in.

“There is a man in my house that I have had the displeasure of living with for several years. I was thirteen when my mom met him.” You stare off into the distance, as too sharp memories prickle at your mind. “He was nice at first, and he was good for my mom. She had been distraught when my dad died. I was the adult in the house for a little while, and then she met Ric- Richard. He had been really nice at first. He helped around the house. He got my mom into therapy. Encouraged me in my classes. He made it clear he wasn’t trying to replace my dad, but he was good for a while. My mom loved him. They got married. He adopted me some time after that. Things were good.” You close your eyes, trying not to cry. You think of how your dad would feel about everything that’s become of you. Would he blame you, or would he gut Richard? Richard always blamed you, and part of you believes him.

Your eyes open, and flick to him. All you can feel is despair slowly corrupting into fiery indignation. You wanted Richard gone. You wanted your skin reclaimed, and cleansed of his filthy sins. Alastor seems to light up at the expression on your face. He leans forward, eyes wide with interest.

“The first time he touched me, I was fourteen. Mom was over at the hospital with grandma overnight. I was home with Ri- Richard alone. It was the first time it had happened. I was in the kitchen, reaching for something in a cabinet, and he came up behind me. He grabbed my ass, and squeezed hard. I remember being too shocked to really say anything. I just stumbled back, watching him as he laughed it off. He didn’t apologize, just said he hadn’t meant to. 

“I spent a couple of days trying to decide if I should tell my mom. I didn’t get the chance. She got into a car accident leaving work. Died before we could even get to the hospital.”

A bitter laugh wracks your body as they watch him. “Wanna guess who I got stuck with, because this motherfucker adopted me?” 

Alastor stiffens, and you realize he didn’t know what had made you call for him. You figured he knew, and had been drawing it out of you as some sick form of torture. The thin veil of discomfort you can see on his face just slightly endears you to him. Perhaps he didn’t like such a thing?

“Yeah. You can imagine that I’d get to properly mourn my mother, but I never got the chance. He’d crept into my bed that night, using his tears against me.” You wave at yourself with a tired hand. “I’m small, you know? I’ve been about this height since I was thirteen. Five feet and two inches. I’ve got nothing on him, especially because at the time my weight was dwindling because of stress. You can imagine how damn easy it would be to toss me around like a rag doll.”

Alastor’s ears perk forward, and his eyes seem distant. Your face twists. He’s probably thinking about tearing you into pieces, or whatever strange demons did. You shake your head off the off-topic thoughts, and think of Richard again. 

“He’s raped me, many, many times. I haven’t experienced a kind touch that wasn’t to trick me since my mom was alive. The motherFUCKER-” You sit up on your knees, hand falling forward to clutch the edge of your bed. A deep desire for violence fills up your entire being. You pant, a growl rumbling in your throat as you imagine what you would do to him. “Has stopped me from going to school many times, so I couldn’t show up hurt. Then that fucking VIRUS happened, and no one could see what was happening to me. I was trapped. Now that things are fine again, I should be able to leave and get a job, but he’s trapping me here. I’m stuck!”

You let out a guttural yell, rolling off the bed and onto your feet. You pace, and shake your hands around. “He’s DESTROYED me. He’s taken and taken and taken from me! I’m fucking done.” You stop moving, and look Alastor straight in the eyes. “I want to keep him from ever doing anything to anyone else. The justice system won’t fucking work. It never does! I want to rip his fucking heart from his chest while he watches. I want to make him beg, and scream like he’s done to me. I want to tear him to pieces over and over and-” 

You collapse to the floor in a heap of tears. What has become of you? What bastard decided your fate would be to suffer Richard, and his aftermath? You rip at your hair, trying to pull yourself back. You felt a cool hand on your back, and you raised your head. Alastor was crouched beside you, and it seemed out of place for him. It made you feel weird.

 “Oh, do stop that, dear. You mustn’t do that. You want to look your best when we send you off to slaughter the man, don’t you?” His voice sounds almost soft, tinged with something you can’t pinpoint. It makes you frown. 

You can only think of your fate, now. Were you ever destined for heaven? Were there any versions of you that could make it? You tug at your lips with your teeth, nearly ripping an old scab as you worry.

“Do you think I’d go to Heaven if I didn’t do it?” You ask, watching him. His smile shifts. He seems to be thinking hard on his answer. You wonder why, briefly. 

“I am unsure, dear. Who knows why one gets to Heaven? There are plenty of sinners in Hell for the littlest of things. I want you to know, though, you sure won’t get to Heaven if you kill yourself!” He laughs, and it makes you glare at him, albeit weakly. He stands up, towering over you. Your stomach twists. “You said you wanted him dead, darling! Now is your chance! Imagine all the other little boys and girls he’ll hurt if you let him live.”

That bastard. You feel called out, but he’s right. What else can you do? Your eyes flicker about as your mind races? What can you do? He offers you a hand as you nod at him. He helps you stand and then promptly drops your hand. 

“Now, are you ready to make a deal?” His voice is sharp, the static crackling loudly again.

You sigh, and avoid his eyes. “Not today. I need some time to think about everything. Can you tell me what Hell is like? So I can get an idea of what I’m headed towards.”

If you were going to damn yourself, you wanted to know what you were going to. Would it be worth it to make a deal with him, kill Richard and be his? Or would avoiding Alastor, and just doing it all yourself, be better? Would Alastor even help? Or is he more of a plan for the aftermath? You haven’t decided. 

“Now that is a fun topic! Hell is full of vicious sinners; the worst of the worst! And just about everyone else too! Ha ha!” He laughs, and it makes you shiver. He clearly has fun down there. “There’s plenty of suffering! People out on the streets stabbing each other! Swindling each other out of everything they have! There’s even cannibals!” 

You grimace. Cannibals were gross. “Ew. That mean Dahmer’s down there?”

“I do believe he has his own little picture show! I wouldn’t know. I find that drivel terribly boring.” Alastor sounds just slightly offended, and it bothers you for a moment. Is— was he a cannibal? The thought makes your stomach wriggle.

You snort, shaking your head at him. “You talk like an old man, demon.” He sounds like he belonged in old movies. Far too much charisma built into his voice, along with a dead accent. “What else is there? You said it was a city?”

“Oh yes! There are other overlords, like myself, who run different parts of the city and of that ring of Hell. Sinners, mortal souls like you and me, reside in the topmost layer of Hell. People have entire lives there; houses, jobs, and all that fun! And then once a year the angels descend to slaughter whatever riffraff they can find on the street! And poof! Gone forever! It’s quite fun to watch.” He sits down in the chair, gesturing with his cane. 

You groan, tipping your head back. Why the hell wouldn’t there be capitalism in Hell? You might not get to participate, but the thought of people having to keep working dead end jobs, even after they die, feels cruel. (Although, that’s the point of Hell, right? You hate it).

“There’s fucking capitalism in Hell? God dammit,” you snark, annoyed.

“Exactly, darling! God did damn it, and so it’s in Hell! Ha ha!” His teeth clack together, and his laugh nearly sets you off. Yeah, it was kind of funny. You refused to admit it, though.

You roll your eyes at him, and wave your hand at him, asking, “So you think I’d have a terrible time there? Can I expect to get shivved at the first opportunity?”

“Well, if you made a deal with me, there’d be nothing to worry about, dear! I take care of the things that are mine. The only one you would need to worry about is good old me! Of course, you would only experience my bad-side if you dared to disobey, but you don’t seem the type.” His possessiveness doesn’t surprise you, but something in the way he says it… Your whole body shakes for a second, and then you relax again. How bizarre. 

You hum, and then your eyes catch your little round clock. You stiffen up, realize the time. Richard would be home soon, and you needed to be prepared. He’d likely make you make dinner, and you needed him appeased so you could think. “I need you to leave. I should be able to make a deal next time, but I need to figure out how to word it.” Your eyes shift to the door. You start forcing yourself to relax, in that strange way you always do. 

“Oh! He’s coming home, isn’t he? Why don’t you make a deal now, and get it over with?” Alastor seems excited, but you readily shoot him down.

“I can’t. I have to do this the right way. I’m giving you my eternal soul, for forever. I need to make sure I don’t regret it. Bye.”

His eyebrows furrow and his smile narrows. You ignore the feeling it gives you. “As you say, my dear. I expect you to call for me soon.” And in a flash of flames, he disappears from your room.

Later that night, your blanket wrapped around you as tightly as you can get it, you think over everything you could ask for. Hell would suck, but if you had protection in a place you knew you were going to go, it might be easier. You could also make sure that you were actually comfortable in your afterlife. It seemed like there were plenty of people there. Not exactly the best place to meet friends, but better than nothing, right? You hug yourself, imagining any other arms than Richard’s, and plan your words.

You stand in the center of your room, dressed in dark jeans, and a comfortable shirt. Your hair is brushed, and your teeth clean. You don’t know why you bothered to change out of pajamas this time, but you did. You sigh at yourself, and call. “Alastor. I’m ready to make a deal.”

“Alastor,” You say, your voice firm. You keep your eyes on him, refusing to show fear. You need to show that you are serious, and understand the consequences of what you are doing. He bends over, as he seems wont to do, and puts his face close to yours. You notice that he doesn’t smell as bad this time. You refuse to back down, even as his teeth separate so he can speak.

“Yes, dear?” He seems excited, his mile almost vibrating with it. His fingers twitch.

“I’m ready to make a deal. I’m allowed to set my own terms, right?” You narrow your eyes at him, daring him to tell you no. “Because they’re going to be specific.”

“Ha ha! Of course, you can, dear! I will, of course, have my own as well!” He pops straight back up, swinging his cane as he goes. “Whatever could your little terms be?” Static burst in his words and prickling at your skin.

“I’ll have your protection in Hell, and you can’t harm me unless it’s earned. I also don’t want to be abandoned, or sequestered from others. If I get the opportunity to make friends at some point, I ask that you let me. I spent my entire life trapped, and I won’t take more of that in Hell. Well, other than you owning my soul. I’ll do as you tell me, but I just ask that you be reasonable.” You let out a breath, proud of yourself for actually getting it all out.

His eyes narrow at you, and you feel something instinctive scream at you. You are toeing a line you can’t see.

“Of course, dear! Not a problem! I, of course, will be having your soul at my beck and call. And! I was hoping to have what’s left of your body when you die! Haven’t had mortal flesh in quite some time. Ha!” He laughs as your jaw drops in shock. (You knew it! Of course, the fucker was a cannibal).

“You can have Richard for sure, but,” you trail off, your eyes finally leaving him. One hand wraps itself around your throat, thinking of his teeth sinking into it. Your chest fills with squirming bugs at the thought, but you push it away. You can only think of how much you have been through, and the abuse your body has taken. Don’t you deserve better, at least in death? “I don’t know about that. I don’t want my body to necessarily be a waste, but it’s taken a lot of abuse. I think it deserves some, I don’t know…”

“Hmm,” he hums, tapping his chin with one claw. “I suppose I could limit it to one bite! I'll take the rest from whatever you leave of Richard. Ha ha! I am just so sure that you will taste much better!” He grins fervently. “Do we have a deal?”

“Yes. You can have my soul, and one bite. I get protection when the deed is done, as our terms dictate.” You offer your hand, meeting his gaze. His eyes on you makes you feel like you’ve been doused in flames. It’s intense, and you feel out of place. 

His grin widens as his hand reaches towards yours. It erupts into green flames, and you realize the whole room is getting weird. Green, flowing sigils cover the walls, and shadows encroach on the corners. You, however, can’t turn your head from him to look. It’s almost as if your head is in a headlock, neck unable to strain against the hold. You finally clasp your hands with him, realizing the flames feel like wisps of air licking at your hand with no heat. You shake his hand twice, quickly dropping it, trying not to think about how gigantic it is compared to yours. 

“You’d think selling your soul would feel like something. Doesn’t even hurt.” You laugh at yourself, rubbing at your chest. That’s where the soul would be, right? You frown as you say, “Guess we ought to plan how I’m gonna do this, huh?”

He cocks his head, thinking about it for only a moment. “A knife should do the trick! Very personal, and I would love to see you covered in the carnage! Ha ha! It would be delightful!”

You agree, although the idea of being covered in blood isn’t the best one. You grit your teeth as you realize you don’t have any knives available. “I don’t have one, other than the kitchen knives, but he’s kept them locked up for a while now. Otherwise, I would have been gone by now.” You laugh at your misfortune. You wouldn’t have made the damned deal if you had been able to off yourself a year ago.

“Worry not! I have just the one!” He holds his hand out, and a dagger appears. It has a deep red handle, with an eye made from a ruby and gold set into the bottom of the handle. The blade itself has a golden hue, symbols etched into the center of the blade. “This should do the trick!”

You take the dagger gingerly, trying to be careful with it, while you take a look. It’s a beautiful blade, and you can't help but admire how shiny it is. You laugh, something giddy in your chest. You grip the handle firmly, and slash at the air. 

“I thought it would be heavy, from the look of it. Glad to see it’s just the right weight.” You fiddle with it, nodding. “This will do. Now I just need to—”

You don’t get to finish the thought as a loud thud reverberates through the room. Richard is home. You glance at the clock. He’s home two whole hours early. He normally goes to the bar after work, but he hasn’t today. Something is wrong. Your eyes widen, and you whip your head to the door. Oh, no. You haven’t had time to plan. You set the dagger down on your desk, and look up at the demon in your room. While you know he’s powerful, you need time! You don’t like jumping right into things without a set plan. 

“You need to go, he can’t see you!” You glance around your room, and then hit your leg. You feel like an idiot for looking for somewhere to hide him, but what are you supposed to do?

“Oh, my dear! Worry not! You can just finish it now!” His voice is far too loud, and it makes you flinch. You glance at the door again, praying to higher powers that you now know exist, and begging them to keep Richard from walking through your door.

“No! You don’t understand! He’s homie early, which means—”

There’s more thumping from the home beyond your door. You flinch with each, pushing at Alastor lightly. His eyes narrow when you do, so you pull your hands back. “Please,” you whisper, resorting to begging. (he would like begging, right? You want to cry). “Hide. Something! Him coming home early is bad! Please!”

Alastor is still for a moment, his smile nearly flat as his eyes flick over your face. Then, with a subtle nod, he disappears from view. The itching at the base of your skull tells you he is still there, but it doesn’t help. Your only backup is no longer visible, and your mind is shutting down at the thought. You cower to your bed, trying to make yourself feel secure. You want to scream. It’s been a long time since Richard has taken you in your bed, you hope he won’t try tonight. 

Richard slams open your door, and you flinch, despite having expected it. You can already feel the fight leaving you. (You hated this part of you. Why did your body and brain feel the need to shut down? It made it so hard to fight back. You want to scream).

“Come here,” Richard demands of you. You try getting off the bed slowly, if only to delay the onslaught for a moment more. The man growls at you, instead. “Faster, you fucking twit!”

Richard grabs at your forearms, pushing your back up against the end of your bed. His grip is biting, and makes your skin crawl. “Did you get a hold of my fucking phone last night? Huh?” He shakes you roughly, your head snapping back and forth a few times. It hurts already. “Answer me!”

“No, Rich- I swear. I didn’t-” You yelp as you try to answer. You don’t even know where he keeps his phone at night. He pulls at your hair. “I swear! I didn’t!”

Richard scoffs, pushing you further onto the bed. “Oh, you little bitch! You think lying is going to help you right now?” He crawls up after you, grabbing onto your ankle to stop your retreat. His grasp on your ankle is nearly crushing the bones, and you want to scream. (You beg in your head, over and over, that no matter what happens next, Alastor is not in the corner to watch you get raped. The thought disgusts you more than you name). “Marie asked after you. Kept mentioning that she was worried about you.” 

Richard was leaning over you now, his hands on either side of your head. You hate this position. He always tried to kiss you, and you could smell his disgusting breath. You hate him, with all of your soul.

You push against him, trying to put some space between your chests, but fail and the desire to scream bubbles up again. Your head feels full of cotton; you won’t do this again, you can’t. Richard lowers himself even more, his mouth going to kiss at your hair. His hips grind against yours, and you finally have enough. His throat is exposed for just a moment, and you see red. 

You latch your teeth into his jugular, and bite down as hard as you can. You push through the pain in your jaw, and you press your teeth together, through his flesh. Richard starts yelling, the noise garbled. You ignore it, and rip your head back, spitting him out immediately. 

Richard is scrabbling, and you take his pain as an opportunity to remove him. His arms are swinging, hitting you as you push him onto the floor. You’re screaming. You can’t tell what you’re saying, but you can feel the way your throat aches. 

Once the man is on the floor, still reaching for you, you grab the dagger. You won’t let him survive. You settle on his hips, disgusted for only a moment. Richard is tugging at you, trying to pull you off, but you only scream at him. He can’t get rid of you that easily.

“I’LL FUCKING KILL YOU!” You slam the dagger into Richard’s chest, your hands briefly struggling to pull it out again. Blood splatters on your face and across your chest. The warmth of it unsettles you, but you need to see it through. “I HATE YOU! I HATE YOU! I HATE YOU!” 

You can feel tears running down your face, as you hitch and sob. You just want it over. Your hands drive the blade into his chest again. You can hear the cracking and breaking of the bones of his rib cage as you push it in as hard as you can. A flash of bright red beside you lets you know that Alastor has shown himself. Richard’s eyes glance at the demon, and it makes anger swell in you. No, that won’t do.

Your hands are too covered in blood to comfortably continue to use it. With an angry sob, you toss it to the side carelessly. You look at your gore covered hands, sticky and disgusting, and scream. You crawl up Richard’s chest, covering your jeans with blood, to get leverage. Your hands, that feel far too small, wrap around his ruined throat, to get the job done faster. 

“I hate you,” you whisper. All you can think of his grimy hands touching you, and making you fear the sunset. You want him to suffer for longer, but you can't help it. “I’ll find you in Hell, you piece of shit.” You push a little harder, and he goes limp, eyes glazed over soon after.

As soon as you know he’s dead, you force yourself off of him, and away from the body. You sob, and your throat aches as you silently beg. What an awful thing to have to do. It didn’t make you feel better, either. You just want it to be over. You tug and pull at your face, wondering if something terrible lies underneath it.

“Oh, dear,” Alastor says. You can feel his hand, still cool to the touch, even through your clothing. It makes you glance up at him. He has this strange, proud smile on his face. It makes you still, sobs stopping. He dangles a handkerchief, a deep red one, in front of your face. “Feel free to clean your face, dearest. While you do that, do you know how you’d like to die?”

The bluntness of the question makes you laugh, and a disembodied laugh track plays. You make a face, feeling the desire to just crackle;e at how strange Alastor is to you. Having you wipe your face when you’re about to die? And the weird radio-show stuff? “Not really. I was going to go violently one way or another. I guess you can choose.”

Alastor pulls his hand from your back, standing straight up. His hand is offered to you, again, and you take it. Your balance is off, as if your body is ready to go already. His grip on your hand remains unyielding, steadying you. 

“I suppose it is time for me to take my due, dear! Just one bite, and then I’ll send you on your way.” You close your eyes. The thought of his teeth in you makes you feel peculiar. That’s not the point, though, so you take a breath. Are you ready to die? You aren’t sure. You look at him, and nod like you are, despite it.

“Alright. This is gonna hurt, isn’t it?” You laugh to yourself, trying to settle your nerves.

Alastor nods, serious. “That it will, my dear. But worry not! This is not the end, as you know. We are just getting started!” He laughs, and then wraps one hand around the back of your head. You don’t resist as he pulls you to his chest. His other arm wraps around your waist, pulling you just barely off the ground. Your breath stutters, as you realize this is the closest to a kind touch in a very long time. His touch is gentle, despite his nature. His breath fans across your neck as he moves you. He looks confident, and it makes you feel just slightly better. Your hands grasp at his arm and his chest. His suit is rather silky, and you focus on the texture beneath your fingers. His clothing is nice. You wonder if he’ll give you anything that nice in Hell. 

“Are you ready, dear? If you relax, it will hurt less.” His voice has gotten softer, the normal static that accompanies it gone.

You believe his words, despite the fact that lying seems to be his standard. You do your best to relax your muscles, and go lax in his arms. Even your hands loosen, just barely rubbing at his suit jacket.

You feel a strange desire to make him understand what it means to you. You aren’t alone in your final moments, and finally someone knows about Richard. Finally, you close your eyes and you smile, just barely. “Thank you, Alastor. See you on the other side.” 

You can feel his breath on your neck. You tell yourself, over and over, not to open your eyes, and just as you go to peek anyway, his teeth scrape your skin. Your whole body lights up, for a brief moment, and then his teeth are in you. You yelp, and then something weird happens. The pain slowly leaves, and you can just feel him. He’s suddenly very warm, and it makes your skin flush. His teeth are dug into the junction of your neck and shoulder, and you can feel them scrape along bone. It’s an unexplainable sensation without the pain. Your pondering stops as you realize how weird and slow everything feels. 

You are dying. You can feel it now. Alastor’s thumb, on your head, is just barely rubbing at the skin behind your ear. The sensation lulls your body to a strange fatigue. The only thing left is the warmth of Alastor’s body against yours. 

Your diaphragm stutters, and your mind fades.

You’d meet him again in Hell.

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Run Free - Alpha!Ari Levinson x Omega!Reader (Part 5: Out Of The Woods)

Summary: With the full moon you and Ari spend time together in your wolf forms.

Word Count: 5.7k

Warnings: Angst! Fluff! Mention of Captive Situation! A/B/O dynamics!

Dividers by @firefly-graphics

Series Masterlist / Masterlist

Chapter 5: Out Of The Woods

You were in your room making your bed when you happened to glance outside to see the night sky. You stopped what you were doing and walked over to the window to admire the view. There wasn’t a cloud in the sky allowing you to see every star in brilliant detail.

Not satisfied with the restricted view your window gave you, you made your way down the stairs and onto the back porch. A smile grew on your face as you looked up at the endless sky, watching the stars twinkle and listening to the sounds of the forest around you. 

You sat down on the steps wrapping your arms around your knees as you just stargazed. You were so lost in the stars that you barely noticed Ari coming out to join you. Your only sign was the feeling of warmth that you always felt when he was nearby.

“This is the most beautiful sky I’ve ever seen,” you said as he sat down beside you.

“It is amazing, I don’t think I could ever live in a big city, the light pollution would ruin it all” Ari agreed nodding his head “Did you used to live in the city?”

“No, just close to one, I never really was allowed out much after dark anyway” you admitted with a shrug of your shoulders.

Ari looked over at you sadly, you didn’t speak much of your time before you were taken but whenever you did it was rarely positive. Your parents seemed controlling and psychologically abusive. They kept you so sheltered that you barely knew your own biology. The fact that in the years you were gone they didn’t look for you didn’t sit well with Ari at all. It did spur him on to make sure the life you lived now was full of freedoms and everything else you deserved.

“You know it’ll be a full moon in a couple of days and Sammy said you're more than strong enough to shift now so why don’t you join all of us for a run” Ari suggested as he glanced up at the moon.

“People still do that?” You asked surprised. 

“Yeah it's not as common nowadays, like a lot of things where the world has grown more modern, people have less time to do what our ancestors did. Not everyone is free to do it, like emergency services and other essential businesses” Ari explained “If the full moon falls on a weekend then I can’t go on a run because of the bar”

“Guess that makes sense, kinda like the pack thing, people rely on it less because the world is more open,” you said making Ari smile as he nodded his head.

“Exactly like that, so you up for joining us?” Ari smiled nudging your shoulder.

“Yeah sounds like fun, it’ll be nice to stretch my legs and get out, feels like i’m only ever here or at the bar but even that’s rare,” you said as you looked back up at the stars.

“Do you wanna get out more?” Ari asked as he watched your eyes search the stars.

“I dunno, maybe, I feel like getting out and I dunno having a job or something seems like the next logical step but then I know I still get nervous around unknown alphas which is kinda stupid” you sighed shaking your head.

“It's not stupid” Ari interrupted putting his hand on your shoulder getting you to look at him.

“After everything you’ve been through no one would blame you for being wary around Alphas and not wanting to put yourself in an uncomfortable situation. Maybe we can find you a job in admin or something where the only people you’ll have to interact with are people you know and then go from there?” Ari suggested squeezing your shoulder reassuringly making a small smile pull at your lips “And I know for a fact that it’s absolutely something you can do, in the past couple of months I’ve watched as you’ve come out of your shell into this much more confident and amazing woman, the fact that you now so openly trust me when before you ran at the sight of me shows how much you’ve grown” Ari continued, when he looks back over at you he sees tears collecting in the corner of your eyes.

“Shit, I’m sorry I didn’t mean to make you cry, fuck” Ari apologised scolding himself for bringing up your past.

“No, no,” you said grabbing his hand and squeezing it “These are happy tears I promise” 

Ari looked back over at you uncertainly “I wouldn’t be here if it wasn’t for you, yeah alphas still kinda make me nervous but you’ve made me feel safer than I ever have before in my entire life, you’ve given me freedom and a second chance of life, none of this growth would have been possible without you” you told him a couple of tears rolling down your cheek.

Ari reached out to cup your cheek gently wiping away your tears. The both of you smiled gently when you leaned into his touch. Ari wanted nothing more than to close the distance and kiss you, and unbeknownst to him you wanted the same. Instead, he cleared his throat and let his hand drop from your cheek.

“It’s late we should probably head inside” he said, not really wanting to.

“I know but just another few minutes? Please?” You asked with a small hopeful smile and puppy dog eyes that made Ari want to bend over backwards for you.

“Of course ‘Mega” he smiled.

You smiled back over at him, the pet name he used making your insides feel all warm and mushy. You shuffled closer to him resting your head against his shoulder as you looked up at the sky. 

Ari kept his eyes on you the entire time, the stars were pretty but you were spectacular. The feeling of your head resting on his shoulder made his heart skip a beat. Unable to stop himself he nuzzled his nose into your hair breathing in your scent. He felt every worry he had about you, the bar and everything in between melt away and a sense of calm washed over him. 

Much more than a few minutes later you lifted your head from Ari’s shoulder. You nodded sleepily as he asked if you were ready to head inside. Ari stood he offered you his hand expecting you to drop it once stood up but you didn’t. You held onto him as you both walked inside and up the stairs. Only dropping your hand once outside your room, just to lean up and kiss his cheek as you said goodnight and slipped into your room.

Ari stood outside your room unsure as to what to do. Part of him wanted to knock on your door, even going as far as raising his hand to do so. The other part of him held him back, reminding him to let you make all the decisions. Flexing the hand you held he turned and walked back to his own room. 

A couple of days later was the full moon you’d been waiting for. You could feel the excited energy in the air as everyone arrived. Rachel who normally gave a playful roll of the eyes at the boy's antics was even laughing along with them.

“You ready for the run?” Sammy asked walking over to you.

“I think so, just a little nervous it's been forever since I last shifted” you admitted fiddling with your shirt.

“You’ll be fine it’s like riding a bike you never truly forget” Jake reassured you with a smile.

“It's been years since I’ve done that too” you pointed out with a chuckle.

“Hey, maybe Ari should take you on a little bike ride date through the park” Max grinned earning a slap around the back of the head from Ari.

“What these boneheads are trying to say is that it's a natural part of you, nobody can take it away permanently” Rachel assured you.

“We’ll all head out and shift and give you time and space to do it when you’re ready” Jake offered, everyone nodding in agreement.

You watched as they all headed towards the back door that led out to the porch. As Ari passed you to also leave you reached out and took his hand halting him.

“Do you mind staying?” You asked nervously.

“Yeah of course” he agreed waiting with you as everyone else headed out.

Once they were gone you could hear the howls of your friends outside as they shifted. Looking in their direction Ari could see the hesitancy in your eyes.

“You’ll be fine, just gotta take a couple of deep breaths and let it happen, don’t overthink it” Ari reassured you.

“What if I can’t?” You asked quietly, voice barely above a whisper.

“Then it’s something we’ll work on, you don’t have to come with us tonight and if you want I’ll stay back here with you too” Ari said but you shook your head.

“No, no you go it's fine,” you told him with a smile.

Ari nodded “Okay, but look if it helps I’ll show you” he offered as he took a step back from you dropping your hand.

You watched as he closed his eyes and took a couple of deep breaths. His body begins to change, his shirt melting away and being replaced by dark brown fur. Once fully in his wolf form, he sat down in front of you allowing you to get a good look. 

His fur was the same dark brown as his hair, as well as being slightly longer and thicker than the usual wolf. He was already immensely big and muscular but his fun only added to that. Your favourite part though was his eyes, the strikingly light blue a direct contrast to his dark fur. 

He stood back up and walked over to you. Brushing his head against your leg making you chuckle. Your hand fell to the top of his head, fingers running through his thick, soft fur. You couldn't help but smile at the blissed-out look on his face as you stroked his head. He went as far as thumping his hind leg when you scratched behind his ear. He nuzzled up into your hand before pulling away slightly to give it a gentle lick.

You watched as he padded out of the cabin to join his friends who you could all hear playing outside. You could feel the pull to go join them, join him so you leant into it. Closing your eyes you took a couple of deep breaths, stretching out your back as you felt something shift. 

When you opened your eyes you were no longer at the same height as you were before. You were much lower to the ground, glancing over your shoulder you saw your tail wagging back and forth and you realised you had done it. You let out a victorious yip before stretching out your back and shaking out your fur.

Ari was sat on the back porch watching his friends play with one another. Tackling each other to the ground or chasing each other. The sound of a playful yip behind him made him turn, standing when he saw you in your wolf form trot out of the house.

Ari’s ears instantly perked up and his tail started wagging as he admired your wolf. You were much smaller and skinnier than him, but perfectly streamlined. He could already tell he would struggle to keep up with you when you hit full speed. Your fur looked silky smooth, almost like the moonlight was bouncing off of it.

As you walked over to him you lowered your head bowing in submission to him. Ari tilted his head slightly before walking over and nudging his snout against yours making you raise your head. He could see the surprise in your eyes so he nuzzled against you to reassure you. There was no need for submission here/

You began to wag your tail before jumping away down the stairs to go join his friends. Ari remained stood on the porch watching you run rings around Jake and Max, at one point using Max as a springboard to tackle Jake. 

As much as Ari wanted to watch you play and interact with his friends he knew they should start the run soon. Throwing his head back he let out a long howl that made everyone stop and join with him. The sound of your howl perfectly harmonised with the group like it had always been there. 

Once he stopped he shook out his fur before jumping down the stairs and beginning the run. You and his friends followed closely behind. He had expected you to stay near the back of the pack but instead, you closely flanked him.

You couldn’t believe how free you felt. Even the moment you escaped didn’t feel like this. You weaved in and out of trees, feeling the wind whip through your fur, whistling past your ears. 

You easily matched pace with the rest of the pack but you wanted to go faster. See just what speed you could get up to, but you could feel the unspoken rule to stay behind Ari. You knew that Ari wouldn’t mind if you pushed ahead, he wasn’t like other Alphas. This pack wasn’t like other packs, while they all saw Ari as their unofficial leader, they didn’t care about hierarchy. So you waited until Ari signalled for the pack to break.

Ari glanced over his shoulder and could see you were itching to break away. Wanting to run just with you he let out a short bark and broke away from the pack. He turned to the side you were on nudging you to run faster. He could see the sparkle in your eyes before you darted off.

Ari could tell you were gonna be fast but he was surprised at how quickly you had gotten away from him. He could barely keep up, every time he felt like he was gaining you’d dart between trees making him slam on the breaks so he wouldn’t crash into them. 

At one point you had completely disappeared from sight and Ari had no clue where you were or what direction you’d gone in. He slowed down to a trot and lifted his nose into the air to try and track your scent. However he could smell you in every direction he turned, he tried to listen for you, his ear twitching in different directions but he couldn’t work it out. 

You were crouched close to the ground as you circled him, making sure to stay out of his line of sight. You slowly began to stalk towards him, keeping yourself low, carefully placing your paws so as not to disturb the leaves. You had to fight the urge to wag your tail as you got closer and closer. 

Once you were close enough you pounced using your speed and the element of surprise to tackle Ari to the floor. He let out a huff of surprise at the impact before the two of you play fought on the ground. You stood over Ari playfully snapping at him as he twisted underneath you. He managed to get his paw on your chest pushing you off. 

You bounced backwards as he got back to his feet. Your tail was wagging furiously back and forth as you performed a play bow. Ari mirrored you watching happily as you bounced side to side enticing him to play. You were like a like a coiled spring waiting to snap, Ari was just waiting for the perfect moment. 

You circled him barking and whining for him to play but he was just watching you. You were mid-bounce when he finally pounced hoping to tackle you, however, your reaction speed was much better than he anticipated and you’d dodged his attack and had taken off again.

This time however you allowed Ari to match pace with you. The two of you nudging each other as you ran. As you broke into a clearing in the woods Ari made his move finally tackling you to the ground. You twisted underneath him but he kept you pinned standing tall over you. 

Once you had stopped wiggling underneath him, submitting to him, he dropped his snout down to yours gently nuzzling it against yours. A sentiment you quietly reciprocated, even going as far as licking his face. 

He gave you one last nudge before moving off you so you could stand up. As you stood you moved to stand side by side nuzzling your head into the thick fur of his neck. You then let out a large yawn and Ari could tell you were clearly ready for bed. He could hear the sounds of his friends still playing and enjoying the full moon, but he didn’t want to leave your side. 

The two of you slowly made your way through the woods back to his cabin. You walked side by side brushing shoulders as you walked. You however slowed down as you approached the cabin. Ari stopped on the porch turning round to see you stood a few meters away. He tilted his head not sure why you had stopped. It was only when you let out a low whine, one he always heard pups give out, one he used to do when he was a pup. 

You didn’t want to shift back yet. 

So instead of heading inside the cabin Ari moved to the corner of the porch and settled down. He then called you over watching as you pad over and settle down beside him.

Ari watched over you as you fell asleep. He kept watch as his friends came back, growling quietly at them so they wouldn’t wake you. Once they were gone he allowed himself to relax. Especially when you moved in your sleep to lie closer to him. He let out a quiet yawn before gently resting his head on your shoulders and allowing himself to fall asleep. 

The first couple of days after the full moon run you could feel the relaxed atmosphere in the cabin. However, a few days later you could feel Ari’s stress levels rising. If he was at home he’d spend the majority of the day in the office, where you could hear him pace back and forth. If he went to the bar he’d come home visibly tired. 

Whenever you could sense his stress you felt the urge to do something to help him relax. So you’d make him dinner, leaving the leftovers in the fridge for when he returned late at night. If you woke before him, or before he was back from his morning run you’d make sure there was a cup of coffee waiting for him. 

Today he was working away upstairs in his office, he’d been there all day. Not even going out for his morning run. It had gone lunchtime and Ari had yet to come downstairs for lunch. All you could hear was him occasionally pacing back and forth.

Not wanting him to go hungry you made him some lunch and a fresh cup of coffee. When you opened the door you found Ari sat at his desk, elbows resting on the desk hands running through his hair.

“Hey I thought you might be hungry” you said grabbing his attention.

He quickly looked up having not heard you walk in, he looked down at his watch eyebrows raising slightly.

“I didn’t realise the time, thank you” Ari smiled as you put the plate down on his desk.

“Everything okay you looked really stressed when I walked in” you asked him as he started eating.

“Just work stuff, it's fine,” Ari said shaking his head.

“Is it the same work stuff that’s been stressing you out the last few days?” You asked making him raise a brow at you.

“Yeah, just got a problem I’m trying to solve” Ari sighed glancing down at the paperwork on his desk.

“What kind of problem?” You asked him.

“The bar isn’t making enough money, if I don’t find a way to reduce costs and boost sales I’ll have to sell” he explained sitting back in his chair as he looked up at you.

“You can’t sell, you worked so hard on getting that bar,” you said shaking your head at the idea.

Ari gave you a small smile before shrugging his shoulders “I don’t want to but if I don’t do something quick then it might be my only option” He explained.

“Let me help, look over this see if I can find something, you’ve been looking at it for so long that you might be overlooking something” you suggested pointing to the paperwork.

“You don’t have to,” Ari said shaking his head.

“Please Ari, we spoke out finding me something to do maybe this could be it? I’m good at maths too, my parents didn’t let me go out much so I spent a lot of my time doing extra school work” You told him.

Ari sighed sadly at your admission. You were slowly telling him more and more about your past. The more you did the more he hated the way you used to live. The more he wanted to make sure you had the best life possible now.

“Okay, but I won’t blame you if you get bored” Ari said with a lopsided grin making you chuckle.

“Oh I won’t” you smiled grabbing a pencil from the pot on his desk and the paperwork.

Ari smiled as he watched you go sit down on the couch in the corner and start reading through it all. Almost instantly you started circling stuff and making annotations.

Ari continued eating taking a small break as you worked before returning to his work. Doing the things he hadn’t been able to get to yet.

“Have you thought about doing themed nights?” You asked grabbing his attention.

“Themed nights?” He asked as he looked over at you.

“Yeah I can remember my parents telling me how they met at an open mic night, you could do something like that getting local musicians in, or maybe even an omega only night” you suggested.

Ari hummed in thought as he leant back in his chair, rolling his pen between his fingers.

“Is that something you’d be interested in, an Omega only night?” He asked.

“Yeah, I mean I know not all Alpha’s are bad, you, Max and Rachel have shown me that, but I think there’s still a guard that goes up, and to be able to have a safe space to do that and have fun would be appealing to the Omegas in town” you explained making a smile grow on Ari’s face.

“That’s a good idea, i’ll do it, on one condition though” he smiled making your head tilt in question.

“You have to help me organise it,” he said.

“Oh no, I don’t think I’d be good at all that, you’re the expert with all the bar stuff,” you said shaking your head as he stood up from his chair.

“Yeah, but I’m not an omega” he pointed out as he walked over to sit beside you on the couch.

“I can guess at what an omega wants but I wouldn’t know from experience, so getting your insight would be valuable” he explained as you turned to face him “You tell me what needs to happen to make omegas completely comfortable and safe while also having fun, whatever you feel is right because if you feel safe after everything you’ve gone through,” Ari said reaching out to take your hand in his “then other omegas will too” 

You bit your lower lip slightly as you gazed down at your hand in his. It looked so tiny compared to his large strong hands, it felt comforting and safe being held by him. Your heart fluttering at his touch. Your gaze meets his, his bright blue eyes shining with reassurance.

“Okay” you agreed.

“So we have a deal?” Ari asked with a lopsided grin.

“We have a deal” you smiled nodding in agreement. 

“Great, now I saw you scribbling away so tell me how screwed I am,” Ari said nodding down to the paperwork.

You chuckled gently and shook your head as you grabbed the paperwork “You’re not screwed, I think if the themed nights go well and a couple easy changes are made you’ll be rolling in it in no time” you told him.

“You sound very optimistic” Ari grinned.

“I am” you smiled.

You started explaining all the different things you noticed. Where the margin could be increased and what supplies could be swapped out for cheaper ones. You’d even found deals he could take advantage of so he could get some of the more expensive alcohol for a fraction of the price.

“Wow” Ari muttered sitting back “I have been scouring that for solutions for weeks and you’ve come in and solved it in less than an hour” he said shaking his head in disbelief.

A bashful smile appeared on your face as you looked down at your lap shaking your head.

“Seriously, you’re amazing at this sort of stuff, I hate this side of owning and running a bar, I’d much rather spend my time actually working behind the bar than in the office, if you want you could help me out full time, work at the bar doing this sort of stuff” Ari suggested.

“Really?” You asked glancing over at him.

“Yeah of course, only if you want to though don’t feel like you have to,” Ari said.

“Yeah I want to, you’ll have to show me how to do all of it but yeah I’d love to” you smiled nodding your head.

“Great, I’ll add you onto the payroll” Ari smiled standing back up.

“Oh you don’t have to do that,” you said shaking your head.

“I wouldn’t be a very good boss if I didn’t pay my employees, especially one as important as you” he grinned as he walked back over to his desk.

“I don’t need the money though,” you said shaking your head, Ari’s reminder that you didn’t need to pay rent or anything while you stayed with him fresh in your mind.

“Use it for stuff you want then, treat yourself” Ari smiled as he scribbled something down.

“I haven’t even got a bank account and you should be saving not adding costs” you pointed out.

“We’ll sort that, if you’re working for me then you’re getting paid for it especially when you’re saving my business,” Ari told you.

“Fine but will you let me pay rent or something?” You offered as Ari walked back over to you.

“We can discuss that at a later date” he smirked making you roll your eyes.

“It really is your way or the highway isn’t it” you sighed smiling up at him.

“You know me so well omega” Ari grinned “Now let's go take a break we’ve done some good work and we deserve to relax” he said offering you his hand.

“What are you thinking?” You asked taking his hand and allowing him to pull you to your feet.

“Why don’t we go on little run just the two of us?” Ari suggested a wide grin growing on your face.

“I’d like that a lot” you smiled.

Ari led you down the stairs and out onto the back porch only dropping your hand as he shifted into his wolf form. You chuckled as he leapt down the steps, turning to face you wagging his tail encouraging you to join him. You smile as you shift jumping down the stairs, nuzzling your snout into his scruff.

Ari then trotted away a short distance and called for you to follow. You trotted after him the both of you heading deeper into the forest. Unlike the full moon run, you and Ari took your time strolling through the forest. Your shoulders occasionally brushed each other.

Eventually, Ari led you to a stream that ran through the forest. You wagged your tail in excitement quickly running towards it splashing through the stream. Ari smiled as he watched you play in the stream chasing the splashing water. 

You turned spotting Ari watching you on the side of the shore not stepping into the stream. Deciding that wasn’t good enough you turn your back to him kicking your hind legs out towards him, splashing him with water.

He huffed in annoyance giving you a playful snarl as you looked back over at him. You do a play bow inviting him to come play with you. He charged into the stream after you, chasing you through the water. 

The two of you continued to play, splashing each other, trying to tackling each other into the water. When you stepped out of the stream you shook your fur out causing water to spray over Ari. He playfully snarls at you before shaking his own fur out and spraying you back. 

You huffed in annoyance barging Ari with your shoulder before dashing further into the forest. You heard Ari howl before running after you. You could hear his paws hitting the ground behind you, never getting close enough to actually catch you. 

You find a small cave darting inside hoping Ari hadn’t spotted you run inside. You crouch down to keep a low profile, staying silent waiting to see him.  You heard leaves rustling and twigs snapping as he approached. He appeared near the entrance of the cave, snout pointed upwards as he tried to sense where you were. 

Excitement got the better of you and your tail began to wag, it didn’t create much noise but Ari instantly looked over in your direction. You saw the excitement on his face as he stalked closer to you. 

He blocked your escape his tail wagging victoriously as you rolled onto your back. He stood over you as you submitted pawing at his chest. He lowers his head brushing his snout against you.

He then stepped back enough for you to stand up, as you do so a clap of thunder rips through the air. You instantly cowered further into the cave. Ari walked closer to the entrance seeing the heavy rainfall and lightning flash through the sky. As he glanced back at you he saw you pushed as far back into the cave as possible, shaking with fear, tail between your legs. 

He padded back over to you nuzzling his snout against you soothingly. He felt you relax slightly but you flinched once more when another clap of thunder rumbles through the air. As you whimpered he rests his head on top of you, gently licking your face to calm you.

Knowing that you’d have to wait the storm out Ari got you to lie down. Once you were settled he lay down beside you resting his head over your shoulders. You shift besides him move closer into his side, feeling his calming woodsy scent wash over you.

As the storm rolled on Ari kept comforting you. Nuzzling his snout against you whenever you’d flinch. Gently licking your fur like his mother would do when he was a pup. As the sky grew darker and the night drew in Ari encouraged you to fall asleep and curled up next to him, his head resting on top of you as you slowly dozed off. 

Ari tried to keep himself awake until the storm passed so he could comfort you if and when he needed to. But as he lay so close to you all he could smell was your lavender scent. He felt his entire body completely relaxing as he too fell asleep inside the cave.

When morning broke the storm had passed. Ari was the first to wake, gently getting up and stretching out his back with a wide yawn. He then padded over to the entrance of the cave, looking up to see the bright blue sky, no cloud in sight.

He glanced back over at you, seeing you curled up still fast asleep. He didn’t want to disturb you but he knew you’d most likely be hungry and would be far more comfortable back in the cabin. Walking over he nudged his snout against yours, gently waking you with the occasional lick. 

You blinked a couple of times as you woke lifting your head tiredly looking up at Ari. He nudged you again but you dropped your head, rubbing your paws over your face as you tried to get comfortable and fall back asleep. Ari gave you a light warning growl as he nudged you again getting you to stand, you huffed in annoyance snarling slightly to show your displeasure at being woken up.

The two of you slowly made your way back to the cabin. You tiredly leaned against Ari as you walked, Ari didn’t mind though knowing you didn’t sleep well last night. He would just gently encourage you onwards, choosing the easiest route home possible.

Once you got back to the cabin you both shifted back to your human forms. You let out a large yawn as you stretched upwards.

“Are you hungry, we haven’t eaten since lunch yesterday?” Ari asked as he walked into the kitchen.

“No, just tired, I think I should just go lie down,” you said shaking your head.

“You should try and eat something it’ll get your energy levels back up, just toast or something?” Ari pressed gently.

“You can go lie down afterwards I promise” he added when he saw your hesitancy.

“Okay” you yawned moving to sit down at the kitchen table.

“Thank you” Ari smiled as he set about making the both of you some toast.

Once you’d eaten you trudged upstairs to your room to go lie down. Ari cleaned up the plates, making himself a cup of coffee before heading upstairs to his office. Planning on setting in motion some of the changes you suggested. 

After a couple hours Ari had yet to hear you resurface. So he carefully and quietly poked his head into your room. He smiled when he sae you fast asleep, hands curled around his shirt that he’d given you on your first day. He doubted it smelt much like him anymore so he made a mental note to leave another out for you.

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Kitty man….!

SFW

He’s more of a night owl than a morning person. He’ll cuddle you all morning and not let you up.

He likes to do the cooking! I firmly believe his love language is acts of service. If he’s not doing the cooking, then he’ll do the dishes. He is not keen on manual labor though. You will not convince this man to fix your car or anything. He loves you but he just won’t do it.

I call him kitty man, but he likes all animals, and pets naturally gravitate towards him. If you have pets, they will like him more than you within only a few weeks.

I imagine he can play the piano. He’s a bit rusty but he can still play. He can also sing a little tune on occasion. He’s fond of jazz. (Our modern-day music wouldn’t ‘suit his palate’.)

This is canon, but he uses odd outdated slang terms. Think “You’re off the cob” or “I’m really digging your jive.” He calls things “swell”. Though I suppose it would be trendy for the time period…?

He wears makeup! He wears lipstick and eyeliner. (Just look at his sprite, that’s lipstick.)

His skin is always a little bit cold when you hold his hand or cuddle with him. He also puts his ice-cold hands on your back randomly. Just for funsies….

As a consequence of living most of his life in dreary Rondon streets, he does NOT handle heat. He could handle having limbs sawed off, eye gouged out, seen the horrors and brutality of war and prehevil without shedding a single tear, but summer heatwaves? He’s out of commission. He will NOT go outside. Whining all day.

Daan is naturally quite curious, and takes interest in your hobbies very quickly. He can be kind of a tough critic, but he doesn’t mean it; he never tries to be unfair. He’d be especially pleased if you have any passion for literature, or art.

Judges u for reading fanfiction 🤨

NSFW

I’m of the belief that Daan’s favorite act is not p in v. Penetration doesn’t rile him up. Now, if it was watching you fuck yourself with a dildo, it would be different. He prefers outercourse over intercourse. Frotting, fingering, mutual masterbation… oral… THAT’S the kind of thing he likes.

Daan is a switch. But regardless of whether he’s dominant or submissive to you, he prefers to be the one doing the work. He likes to be the one who touches you, less so the other way around.

He has a deep fascination with bondage. The feel of it, the aesthetics of it, and the aspect of vulnerability. I think most of his fantasies involve bondage. Collars and leashes are his favorite.

A lot of Daan’s private fantasies revolve around the idea of ‘casual bondage’. Think, one partner is tied up, blindfolded and left in a room while one goes to run some errands, or sit by and read as if nothing is even wrong. Or perhaps a free use dynamic where sex can happen any time, any place…

Daan has a bit of a thing for public sex. If you’re in a restaraunt or a park that just so happens to be empty, he might get a little frisky and just happen to find his hand somewhere…

He’s also into exhibitionism in general. He’d be excited by the idea of making a sex tape. He wouldn’t suggest it on his own, but he’d think about it in his off time. Threesomes are also an idea he fancies.

….Hes also a cuckhold. He enjoys watching you being railed while touching himself… I really think this is true to his character.

He prefers gentle sex over rough sex. If the sex is rough, it’s usually more verbally dirty talking than physically rough. He can’t help being a little doting over you. He just likes the romance.