#but all of a sudden ‘i don’t care about appearances bcs i’m not shallow’ turned into ‘i need to be pretty or i won’t be loved’

[shoveitevil]

i hate how im returning to the old type of sad after all i’ve done to be the new type of sad

[diamondcitydarlin]

I am just...honestly fascinated by this sudden ‘change of heart’ with Guillermo tho in regards to being a familiar and becoming a vampire, there’s a lot going on there and a lot to unpack, and I’m hoping somewhere in the depths of what is about to be a long, directionless rant I’ll find the clarity I haven’t seemed to quite grasp yet. 

ALSO I’M SORRY THIS IS A LOOONG ASS POST BUT I DIDN’T WANT TO PUT IT UNDER A READ MORE AND SUBJECT INNOCENTS TO MY BLOG LOL, BUT I’VE TAGGED ACCORDINGLY 

So, I already made a post about ‘Collaboration’ and some of the interesting subtext we get within that episode. Mainly, that this episode is an interesting one for Guillermo because he finally gets what appears to be and should be (at least at first) the opportunity he’s always been waiting for. To this point, across seasons, Guillermo has driven home that his one and only aspiration in life, the reason he tolerates an endless, shitty position, is because he hopes to become a vampire. He’s wanted it since he was a kid. IF HE CAN’T BECOME A VAMPIRE, WHAT HAS THIS ALL BEEN ABOUT?? 

If it was as simple as just wanting to become a vampire by any means necessary, leaving Nandor for this golden opportunity should have been as easy as taking off an ill-fitting pair of shoes...but it wasn’t that, was it? When Nandor pretended to shuck him off as if it didn’t matter, Guillermo got angry and sad in equal measure and only really brightened again when Nandor came back and promised to do better by him. Not necessarily set down a concrete timeline for the ‘becoming a vampire’ thing though, but Guillermo didn’t seem to care about that all that much anyway. Interesting. 

Now we’re able to see a version of things in which Guillermo is being treated better as a familiar, but rather than this development improving his mood he seems all the more aware of the fact now that...maybe he doesn’t even want to be a vampire anymore. Maybe he’s wasting his time here. Maybe he needs to swim towards open waters, so to speak. 

Very similar to Nandor, Guillermo, I think, is not really aware or fully accepting of the inner workings of his own mind. He strikes me as a character that does a lot in the way of burying the truths of himself so far down, he even convinces himself that part of who he is doesn’t really exist- even when it does, and drives a lot of his actions. The show plays to this by only ‘showing’ us concretely how much Guillermo wants us to know, with only small hints and nods to other things going on. That fits and rings true to the norm for a mockumentary style of filming/writing, in that the audience has to rely on a lot of subtle cues from the subjects to figure out what’s ‘really going on’ with a character or plot line; the ‘camera’ in a mockumentary style piece is as much of a visceral, present character as anyone else in the cast and is treated accordingly (but then, like 99.99999% of human beings have seen the entirety of The Office and Parks and Rec, so yall know this already) 

I think part of the way to figuring this all out is to ask why Guillermo wanted to be a vampire in the first place. His answer to this would probably be something along the lines of ‘because they’re cool’ which, you know, valid. That would be a fitting and satisfying answer if, say, I had given it because there was a time when I was about 4-6 years old that I, too, decided I would grow up to be a vampire. Because it was ‘cool’ and aspiring to anything else seemed boring. Again, valid. For someone who has dedicated pretty much ALL of his adult life to apprenticing into vampirism based on a childhood dream that never died? THAT begs a bit more of an in depth reason, I think, to which for now we can only guess. 

I’ll try to make an educated one based on what I believe is going on here, that Guillermo himself is either not aware of or not ready to share with the cameras: I believe his drive to want to become a vampire, given it was based in childhood flights of fancy (and probably some Guillermo-self insert/Armand fanfics, let’s be hONEST) was rooted in a need to feel respected and powerful, at the heart of things. When we first meet Guillermo, and for much of season 1, we see that he’s quiet, subservient, meek, and we learn briefly about how he was bullied in school. I think Guillermo was raised to be this way and use silence/subservience as his only defense mechanism, which may also go a long way to explaining why he’s so reserved. For 10 years, I think it was enough for him to tell himself that everything would be better for him once he became a vampire, he’d have all the things he never had as a human. Respect. Appreciation. Power. Control over his own life.

That said, things have changed quite a bit for Guillermo since season one. While learning that he had Van Helsing blood came as an unpleasant shock, embracing and exploring that side of himself proved that he’s actually kind of a bad ass even without being a vampire. He only ever wielded this power to protect Nandor and others so far, but it is a power nonetheless, this agility and strength that is too great for even VAMPIRES to successfully fight back against. He’s also a smart cookie that knows how to manipulate a situation, something that he’s been using a lot this season too. So, power, then. He has it already. Respect he received from his vampire-hunting group. 

But that still leaves appreciation and, dare I say it, maybe even affection/love. I think there’s a part of Guillermo that wants to feel like he’s accepted and cared for, but even when it’s offered (by groups like his vampire hunting clan, or Celeste’s vampire community lol) he seems to shy away from it going too far, like it’s just too much or ill-fitting coming from people he barely knows. Given that he’s a private, introvert type this makes sense. 

One thing has remained consistent for Guillermo though, across both seasons and episodes, and that’s his seemingly unwavering concern and affection for Nandor. Even in this last ep when he’s unashamedly shucking off duties that don’t fit his job description and maintaining those professional boundaries like a BOSS, he still snaps to and gets to work the moment Nandor is kidnapped. Laszlo’s gone? Meh, who cares, not his jurisdiction. Nandor’s gone!?? Fuck it, he’s getting the keys. A ‘vampire’ offers him the opportunity of a lifetime to become a vampire quickly and live within an accepting community of likeminded people and Nandor told him ‘go for it’? He’s upset that Nandor didn’t fight harder to keep him. 

So now he’s back and Nandor’s making a consistent effort not to abuse Guillermo’s position. This seemed the ideal resolution at the end of ‘Collaboration’, but after a couple of weeks it becomes clear that it wasn’t. For some reason. Guillermo’s no longer satisfied and thinks maybe it’s time to do more with his life. 

I’ll try to sum up the points I’ve made so far into a concise version of where I think Guillermo’s at right now, at least subconsciously; mostly all the things he hoped that turning into a vampire would grant him, have already been granted. He’s learned that he’s strong, smart, capable as is, more than he or anyone else had ever given him credit for. I think it makes sense that his burning need to become a vampire has begun to ebb into a quarter-life crisis of questioning who he really is and what he really wants, because the dream he nursed for so long has turned out to be pretty shallow and maybe not even necessary. He realizes there’s more he could be doing than working tirelessly to an end goal that no longer seems so sweet. 

But that leaves the ‘affection’ and ‘acceptance’ elements dangling in space, held up by his own affection for Nandor that has yet to be really defined. It’s pretty clear that Guillermo is nursing it hard, but what is the nature of it? Even as his sense of loyal devotion to a cause has started to fade, even as his view of Nandor as this unflappable role model has begun to disappear too bc he’s starting to see Nandor for who he really is (a himbo idiot that he can outwit, outmatch without even trying hard) this raw affection still remains. It’s still important that Nandor fights for him. It’s still important that Nandor is safe and protected.  

And, as with the rest of these things I mentioned, I don’t think Guillermo is even really aware of how much he cares about Nandor, how much it drives his actions and thinking, how important that relationship is to him. It’s easier to just sort of...ignore that and pretend it isn’t a factor, that’s Guillermo’s modus operandi when it comes to complicated feelings. 

I think back to that line from season 1, wherein Guillermo’s kind of musing wistfully about how different his life might have been if he’d stayed at Panera Bread/in a stable job with pay and benefits, but then handwaves that all away with ‘The heart wants what it wants’. By this point in the show he was already kind of drifting away from the goal of becoming a vampire (whether he realized it or not). 

The heart wants what it wants indeed, Guillermo, but maybe it’s not really ‘becoming a vampire’. Maybe it’s something else entirely that keeps you tied to this house, this thankless ‘job’. 

At this point, I really cannot say for 100% certain what I think will happen next with Guillermo. This show has proven solid at pulling out unexpected plot twists I wouldn’t have seen coming, but then, I also have been pretty good at predicting where they’re gonna go with things. Like 7/10 lmao. My two theories right now are: 

He’ll become a vampire in the series finale- unwillingly, maybe by accident. This one I think is plausible because it’s a bit of a kick in the pants. It’s the outcome he’s wanted for SO LONG but has just realized maybe it’s not all he can do or wants to do. I could see a situation where, idk, maybe Guillermo expresses to Nandor his thoughts lately about moving on from this and, in an act of stupid desperation, Nandor thinks maybe if he changes him that’ll keep him in his life, so he does it while Guillermo’s asleep and then surprises him when he wakes up...only to find out maybe that wasn’t actually what he wanted anymore, but UH OH what’s done is done. This could provide a lot of tension in the next season, I think. But as it’s a bit of a ‘shocking’ twist type route to go, I can’t be certain this is what they’ll do. Kind of a toss up. 

Guillermo leaves to pursue something else, which the camera crew will follow and document. This is the ‘sensible’/’safe’ route that most scripted shows would take, I think, in this situation...but again, I’m not certain about this one either because Shadows is known for throwing us for a loop and this seems a liiiittle predictable. It’s also very similar to what JUST happened in episode 8 and, were I writing the show, I’d worry it would come across as redundant. Like, maybe we already did this angle and should explore other options to keep the audience on their toes. Also, as much as they love putting Harvey with new casts of characters for episodic stories, I’m not sure they’d transplant him from the main cast for an extended period of time because he’s part of what makes that dynamic run so well. But then, the synopsis of the finale does say that vampires have to ‘survive without Guillermo’ while preparing for an event, so this may happen in some small, episodic measure again.   

Anyway, to wrap this up into a conclusion, I don’t think I’m wrong in predicting that Nandor/Guillermo’s relationship has been set up in such a way as to keep us guessing, sort of a Sam/Diane, will-they-won’t-they type thing that will remain a constant throughout whatever happens next, but will require both characters growing independent of each other in their own respective subplots. At this point, it has always remained consistent that Nandor and Guillermo prioritize each other even when it doesn’t make sense, but I don’t think either of them are ready to realize, accept, and sort through the layers of what they feel for each other. The master/servant dynamic makes that difficult, I’d imagine, so I think inevitably we’ll see the show start to pull them away from that. All I’m saying is, if whatever is going on between them wasn’t VERY complicated it would’ve been resolved as whatever it is a long time ago. Nah, there’s some deep, repressed shit they’re ignoring collectively for whatever reason, and usually that points to something that will, at some point, become romantic. Either way, to understand Guillermo is to keep a close eye on how his dynamic with Nandor grows and changes and I’m, as ever, VERY eager to see how it does. 

[lilhemmo]

alone together - DAY THREE

Summary: A daily installment series of one shots on being in quarantine with Goku (special appearances made by master roshi and others!) Come back each night starting 3/18 for a new fic for the next 14 days!

AO3 LINK Rated: T+ (for now, ya nasties!) Word Count: 3.2k bc idk how to write anything short and sweet. Warnings: language, a lil inapproppro roshi, spicy thoughts, a lil fighting A/N: thanks to nikkisramblings for the idea and the inspo!! and also for always being down to talk about the world’s favorite himbo! let’s make this quarantine crisis bearable :) also. i am channeling my fave human @thegodbucky​ to try and write the best himbo there ever was to exist.my goku does NOT compare to hers but! 

vegeta: day 1 | day 2 | day 3 goku: day 1 | day 2 | day 3

PREVIOUSLY...

“Well, it’s a good thing we’re teaching you how to fight,” his voice is quieter, softer now. It almost feels a little different as his thumb brushes over your shoulder. Goku rests his chin in the crown of your hair, taking a shallow breath, “I can always use instant transmission to give ya’ a hand, but I want you to know you can take care of yourself.”

You pat him on the stomach, allowing yourself a small feel of the toned muscles there, “I’m glad I have you in my life, Goku.”

“Yeah, me too.”

Goku squeezes your shoulder and you let yourself soak in the sun and the waves, cherishing a moment of closeness like this because you’re never quite sure when it might be ripped away.

You knew that the training Goku had been putting you through would hurt, eventually. However, you didn’t expect to wake up one morning practically unable to move. You had just enough energy to force yourself through a shower and brushing your teeth before you collapsed back on the bed, still wrapped in your towel with your quilt pulled up at your waist. You’re completely out of breath, muscles tightening with each gasping part of your lips.

“Hey, you okay?”

If your body could tense in embarrassment, you would, but you can’t.

You turn your cheek against the pillow, barely able to see much more than the outline of the side of his body with your blurry vision, straining your eyes as best you can. You accept defeat and close your eyes, chewing on the inside corner of your mouth before speaking, “Goku, not all of us have Saiyan muscles. Us mere mortals can’t go from sitting on the couch to fighting a super person without a little bit of pain and fatigue.”

“Pain just means you’re doing it right!” Goku giggles, scratching the back of his neck. He takes a step towards you and you allow yourself a half-second of fear at the thought of him trying to make you spar again today.

It takes you a moment, but you bunch your hands under your chest and try to push yourself upward. Your face twists in pain as you try to look at him, and the Saiyan rushes forward, knees on the floor as his palm frames your cheek. He tilts his head, “Wow, you’re really hurtin’, huh?”

“Yes,” you grunt, face in the pillow now because you can’t bear to admit your weakness. You can’t even pay attention to the fact that you’re only in a towel, the heat of his arm against you burning like a flame. The only thought that pulses in your mind is one of hurt. Your muscles cry out as you shift around under the blanket and towel to try and be at least slightly more comfortable.

Goku pinches your cheek, a bright smile on his face, “I can give you a lil’ squeeze, if ya want! Krillin and I learned how to massage out the cramps from one another when we were training with Master Roshi when we first started learning martial arts.”

The sudden reality of the thin material keeping your bare everything from view finally settles in and a blush fights its way onto your cheeks and the tops of your ears. You licks your lips and shake your head, “N-No, Goku, it’s fi-oof.”

His stocky body is settled atop your backside, knees digging into the mattress on either side of you. Goku is heavy, oh Kami is he heavy. You struggle to keep in the sharp cries of pain at his muscled form sitting on you, weighing your body down. He means well, all he’s trying to do is help you, but wow is he currently putting you in pain. Goku is laughing but your mind is far from humored, all you can pay attention to is the way the towel shift on your body, the small knot at your side practically begging to come undone.

“This is kinda in the way,” he mumbles, thumb brushing under the lip of the fabric separating his body from yours. The scraping of his fingernail against your tender skin forces goosebumps to bloom down your arms and legs, but you convince yourself it’s just the air conditioning. Your toes curl and you try to keep yourself from arching up into him so you don’t seem like a needy animal. The last thing you need is to be closed in this tiny house with Goku knowing how you feel.

You huff, attempting to regulate your voice, “Goku, I’m not about to take off-”

“What? I’m just sayin’, if you took it off, it’d be so much easier! My hands are gonna get all stuck!”

He’s whining and it shouldn’t make your stomach flip over, but you can’t control the way your body flushes at the thought of him undressing you, or how he would feel pressed against you, bare and warm. Your skin starts to sweat at the imaginary way his hips would move and how his hands might touch you.

The base of his palms roll into your shoulders and you have to clamp your mouth shut so you don’t let out a groan at the sensation. You keep your eyes closed as his thumbs travel over your spine, gently rotating in circles as he works his way downward from the top of your neck.

“Wow,” you almost moan out the word, eyes rolling around in your head as his hands work out the kinks in your muscles. You swallow the thick lump growing in your throat and it feels like you can finally breath without being in immense pain, “You really are good at this.”

“Told ya!” Goku says. He giggles and traces over your shoulder blades before digging his palms into the muscles there.

You’re practically lulled to sleep with the motions of his handles, the push and pull of his calloused fingers and palms soothing as he works your muscles. As you sit on the cusp of consciousness, you’re just barely able to withhold the gentle noises that sit on your tongue, begging to be let out.

He must be putting you under some sort of spell because your fingers move under your body just enough to reach the knot holding the towel in place. You unhook it and tug the fabric from your torso, revealing your bare shoulders and back, the towel pooling at the juxtaposition of your body and Goku’s.

“There you go, loosen up,” he chuckles, moving himself further down your body so he can knead away at the tightened muscles of your lower back.

When his hands come in contact with a specifically knotted muscle, you can’t help it when the moan escapes your lips.

Goku freezes, palms still pressed flat against your waist. His thighs tense and that sends a jolt up your spine and right back down to your belly. You grit your teeth and dig your forehead back into your pillow out of embarrassment alone.

“D-Did I hurt you?” he asks innocently. You can even see him tilting his head in your mind, the action playing like a movie behind your closed lids.

You grunt, trying to come up with a response. All you’re able to do is bark a feeble, “No.”

Goku tests the waters with his thumbs brushing over your rib cage, eyes trying to find some part of your face to gauge your level of pain. He sighs, “W-Well, then why’d you make that sound?”

And why did I want to make you make it again?

He leaves the last part unsaid, for fear of what it means and what you might do. Goku licks his lips and leans forward, his body weight shifting you on the bed. A hand presses to the mattress on either side of your head as he balances himself.

“It felt good,” you say quietly. You clear your throat and turn so your cheek is against the pillow and you can look at him over your shoulder. He’s much closer than you expected, his nose trailing down your cheek as you shift.

You try your hardest not to think of how you two might look in a mirror at this exact moment. His pelvis is pressed against the curve of your ass, palms dug into the mattress beside either of your temples. Your face is blushing bright pink, muscles tense as you curve upward into him. The thought alone of what he could do to you like this settles a weight between your thighs, a needy heaviness clawing at your thighs.

Goku huffs, his chest expanding, “Hmm, that’s weird.”

A wash of pink colors your cheeks and you take a short breath, thankful that he’s only considering it weird and not sensual. Then again, this is Goku. You’re sure he could spend a whole day reading and watching Master Roshi’s collections of media and still not understand why the girls were so scantily clad. You lick your lips, ready to defend yourself and your actions, but Goku returns to massaging your back and you’re lost in the feel of his hands once again.

It’s as if he’s trying to get you to make obscene noises with every movement of his hands. Goku is digging into you deeper, fingers finding the perfect rhythm and sinew as he touches you. His hands are roaming now, finding every inch of your skin to try and pull those noises from your throat again. You allow yourself just a moment to wonder if he felt pleasure at the mewling that parted your lips only seconds ago.

Unfortunately, all he ends up doing is lulling you back into a dreamlike state, your eyes glazed over as you fight slumber. You yawn, getting ready to tell him you need to take a nap, but your eyes are alert as soon as Goku’s body stiffens atop your own. His nails dig into your skin and your body flushes with goosebumps.

“Ooh,” you hear the grotesque sound of saliva being sucked back into someone’s mouth and you try to hide yourself behind Goku’s broad body.

“Goku, you wanna share?” The old man holds his hands up in the air, reaching towards you with grabby hands.

A frightened squeak barely has time to echo from your mouth before a resounding slap gives way to Roshi being smacked across the room. He slams into the bookshelf that houses all of his x-rated movies and dirty magazines, a couple of them falling over his head as he tries to make out which way is up and which is down.

Roshi groans, rubbing the growing lump on his bald head, “Hey, Goku, what was that for?!”

Tears are begging to fall from your eyelids but you don’t let them; you can’t let Goku knows how things like this affect you - Master Roshi isn’t going anywhere after all. And Goku has never been one to admonish the old-timer’s perverted behavior before.

“I-I don’t know, Master Roshi,” Goku admits, looking down at his hand like it might give him the answer. His eyes drift to you, watching as you squeeze your eyes shut and try to hide away from everyone even with your body as bare as it can be.

As soon as he sees the red of your cheeks and the way your face is scrunched in humiliation, Goku’s brows furrow and he glares at Master Roshi, “But I think you need to get out of here.”

The old man is scurrying away before Goku can slap him through the wall and send him skipping across the ocean. You release the breath you’d been holding, your body sinking under the pressure. Goku brushes his thumb across your jaw, tugging you to look at him. He notices the wince you make as you try to adjust your body and he finds himself trying to think of ways to make you more comfortable.

“Hey,” he clambers off of you, knelt on the ground with a hand still against your neck, “You wan’a watch a movie? We can take a break from training today.”

All you can think of is how taking a break from training is the exact opposite of everything that Goku has ever said to you. Ever.

“That sounds good,” you say.

When you don’t move, Goku tilts his head. He reminds you of a confused animal, what with his wide eyes and general blank expression. His mouth bobs open and closed a few times before he finally speaks.

“Well, why aren’t ya’ gettin’ up?”

You swallow the lump in your throat and bite your lip, “I-It hurts.”

Goku laughs, running his palm down over your bare back. He stands to his full height, “Well, c’mon, let’s go get you dressed!”

Somehow he manages to wrap you up in the towel when he grabs you around the shoulders and the knees, holding you like a child as he carries you into the closet to get a change of clothes.

“G-Goku,” you stammer when he puts you down. You clutch the towel to cover yourself, thankful that it’s big enough to keep him from seeing anything you don’t want him to, although he doesn’t seem very worried or distracted. He’s rifling through a couple of drawers, pulling out clothes that he thinks will fit you, mumbling to himself under his breath.

“Here, I think these will work for you.” Goku holds out a paid of baggy training pants and an undershirt. They’ll both fit you loosely, but at least you’ll be covered. You really need to do laundry. The last thing you need is to marvel at yourself wearing Goku’s clothes.

You go to reach for the shirt and pants, but your shoulder muscles lock up and you wince, crying out as you crumble to your knees. Goku catches you before the other parts of your body can react, gently keeping you upright by the elbow.

“Let me help you,” he says immediately. Goku is already unrolling the shirt before you can argue. You don’t take away the towel and he doesn’t argue, pulling the head of the shirt around your neck, settling it on your shoulders.

When he turns around to pick the pants up off the ground, you quickly slot your arms through the tee and you’re thankful it covers all of your sensitive parts. Even though Goku doesn’t really understand the implications behind what he’s doing and what he’s seeing, you do, and that’s enough.

Slowly, he helps you into the pants, tying them around your waist for you when he’s done. Goku is picking you up again to walk you into the kitchen and you can’t force an argumentative word out of your mouth. You relish in the moments spent close to his body, your head rested on his chest as you attempt to ignore your aching muscles. You also love the way that he can pull you around like you’re weightless, light as a feather. It makes you feel small in all the best ways.

He hands you the remote, silently asking you to choose the show. You land on something martial-arts related, with a side of romance.

You’re nodding off against his shoulder when he pokes you in the stomach, “H-Hey, what are they doing? Fighting with their mouths? It seems kind of gross.”

“F-Fighting- what?” You rub your eyes and sit up despite your aching muscles, “Goku, what are you talking about?”

He uses his thumb and index finger to turn your jaw to the television, where the two main characters are currently making out against the wall of the dojo. You chuckle, “Oh, they’re kissing.”

“K-Kissing?! What the hell is that?”

You can’t help the peels of laughter that expand your chest. You continue to giggle despite the resistance from your body. Goku pouts in response, crossing his arms over his chest, “Hey, why’re you laughin’ at me?”

“Kissing is what people do when they like one another,” you answer him, mostly out of breath. You pat him on the thigh, resituating yourself against his torso, “You lived with Master Roshi for how long and you’ve never been introduced to kissing?”

Goku shakes his head, bottom lip still jutted out like a child. He sighs, “Roshi is weird. I didn’t really pay attention to him unless we were sparring.”

“Such a you thing to do, Go’,” you reach up to ruffle his hair, “but when you like a girl, or a guy, I guess, whatever you’re into, you kiss them! It releases endorphins and makes you feel good.”

“I like you,” Goku says plainly, his head cocked to the side as he rests his hands on your hips, “Why don’t we kiss?”

If you weren’t in so much pain, you’d choke. Your eyes bug out of your head just enough for him to notice, but you try to temper yourself before you respond.

“There is a difference between friend-like and lover-like, Goku. You have to know the difference before you decide to kiss someone.” Your voice is an octave higher, but he doesn’t seem to notice, too lost in his own confusion. His eyes travel to the upper corner of the room, fingers cupping his chin as he thinks. You can practically see the gears turning.

“O-Oh,” he finally sighs, relaxing back into the couch.

Goku’s hands rest against your best, fingertips gently finding all those muscles he worked earlier, “I guess that makes sense.”

Your body relaxes into his hold when you realize the conversation is finished. You curl your arms around his waist as he settles further into the cushions, eyes completely captivated by the kissing couple on the screen as if he were memorizing their movements.

The drifting of his fingers over your body only serves to put you to sleep. Goku looks down to ask you another question, but giggles when he sees your pursed lips drooling just a little onto his gi. He brushes his thumb over your brow, the rest of his hand threading into your hairline.

Goku is focused on you, the way your body moves, falling further into him, and he wonders if this is what people mean when their spouses are built for them. He’s never given much thought to anything other than how to grow stronger, how to beat the next best guy...but, here, in this moment, you’re the only thing on his mind.

Spending an immense amount of time with you over the past couple of days has left him waiting, expecting, to have you in his life daily. He wakes up to train and the first thought he has is to wake you up to do morning push ups or jog around the shoreline.

The thing that breaks him out of his hypnosis is the very thing that lulled him under - you.

Except this time, you’re saying his name.

At first, he thinks you might be in pain; maybe your muscles are tightening again. So he starts to rub your body with the heels of his palms, working at alleviating some of the tension so you can sleep better.

However, as soon as he begins to massage your muscles, your whining intensifies. Goku removes his hands like he’s burnt you, eyes wide as he tries to understand what’s going on. He tilts his head to better hear you, tiny whimpers parting your lips as you shift around in his lap.

He leans up and the action jolts you awake, a bright red tint on your cheeks. Goku giggles, rubbing the back of his neck, “Mornin’!”

You lick your lips and try to tense your legs to keep his knee from sliding between your thighs, concealing your desire. You force a smile, “It’s afternoon, silly.”

“Yeah, I know,” he trails off, looking away from you. It takes him a moment, but he looks you in the eyes and you feel your soul sucked from your body as soon as he utters the words: “So, why were you moanin’ my name in your sleep?”

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a/n: MWUAHAHAHAH!

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[bapyess1r]

Sunny Daze

WARNINGS: cursing, violence, near death experience

Pairings: Team Drake x OC, Sam x OC

Chapter 12

Sunny’s POV

“They’re out here somewhere! Spread out, keep watch!” I heard a mercenary shout to his team as they discovered our 4x4. I had to think fast.

“First thing’s first, we gotta take out that sniper…. and the other sniper...” Nathan told us as we bunched together on the stairway. He pointed to the man with the long and slim firearm pacing back and forth on the top floor of a ruin. I racked my brain trying to think of what to do. That’s when I remembered something. I pat myself down trying to remember where I put it. Then I pulled it from my fanny pack.

“I have a grenade…” I said, carefully holding the round explosive in front of us all.

“You’ve had a grenade in your fanny pack?!” Sam whisper-shouted. “What if that thing had gone off while we were driving?!”

“When you have an idea, you can speak, Sam.” I snapped. He seemed as if he were going to say something in response but he shut himself up.

“I noticed a few of those flammable barrels up there too.” Sully said. I sighed.

“Great! Then I might have a plan….” I began as we huddled together. “Nathan, you grab that left end, take out that guard posted there. When I throw the grenade on the right, Sam, I need you to headshot that RPG guy at the top of the tower and blow up that barrel in the middle- Sully, cover me while I get to the car.” I said, fiddling with the grenade in my hand like a hot potato. I could feel Sam’s gaze as I spoke, staring at me like I was the fifth wonder of the world. I noticed a small smile creep across his face as I mentioned him and he readied his pistol. “If you need to fight, mash ‘em up real good. Godspeed gentlemen.” I smirked. Nathan patted my cheek with a coarse hand and grinned.

“I’m so proud of you.” He told me, wiping away a fake tear before heading to the left side of the platform with stealth. Sam just flexed his lip and nodded.

“You got a lotta balls, Sunny. See you on the other side.” He spoke with a wink and followed his brother. I looked at Sully as he stroked his mustache and cocked his gun.

“This is a helluva plan, kid. Are you sure it’s what you wanna do? You could get yourself hurt.” He said cautiously.

“I’ll be fine, Sully-” I started to leave but he grabbed me by the arm to stop me. The look on his face was that of a concerned father.

“Sunny, I know you wanna help Sam but… you don’t have to throw yourself in danger to make that happen…” he told me carefully.

“Trust me, Sully.” was all I could say, staring into his aged blue eyes. He looked at me a moment and gave a defeated sigh with a nod. “Don’t miss.” I smirked as I crossed the floor to hide behind a pillar for a better look at the field. Just as I pressed my back against the dirty stone, a mercenary walked right by me with a clear view of Sully. In panic, my reflexes kicked in and I pulled my knife from its holder to stab him between his ribs, my hand covering his mouth to reduce noise as I set his body down easy. I looked at Sully and took a deep breath. It was a close one. I tried to steady my breathing as I looked at the amount of guards on top of the ruin. Two up top, three near the truck. ‘This is so stupid,’ I thought. ‘But I got this, right….?’ “Yeah… I got this!” I said to myself with a nod. I snuck over to the ruin, hiding myself beneath a window. I pulled the pin with my teeth before tossing the grenade as high as I could onto the top of the ruin before pulling my knife again. As the explosive sounded, I hopped into the window and took down a mercenary, shots firing in the distance. I heard a shot fly by my head, taking down one man as I stabbed another. I found myself in a tussle with the last one, but luckily I was able to steal his gun from his holster before taking him down and putting two bullets in his back. I looked back at Sully as he appeared from the stairway and took cover behind the Shoreline truck in front of me. He gave a quick nod in the direction on the 4x4 and I quickly ran to pull out a FAL as more mercenaries came into view. I could see Nate and Sam running towards the car, ducking to avoid bullets as they did. Once all of us had grabbed a gun, it was easy for us to take out the rest of the crew. When the last man was gunned down, I went with Nathan to assist in pulling down the drawbridge. We needed to leave before more of Nadine’s army had caught up with us. “That was… much cleaner than I expected…” Sully commented to me as we descended the stairway, pulling on his shirt to fan himself.

“Yeah it was- and I thank you- but we need to skedaddle.” Sam added as he tossed his heavy artillery in the trunk of the car, immediately hopping into the backseat.

“Yes…” I agreed and we all piled into the vehicle and crossed the bridge.

After a while, we began driving across the cliffs once again, before another tower came in sight. This one gave me an odd feeling. I couldn’t shake it but it made me nervous. ‘Be extra careful, bitch…’ my brain told me as we approached yet another muddy hill. “I’ll get the winch.” I groaned as I began to hop out of the 4x4 but Nathan stopped me.

“I got it, Sunny.” He said, placing a hand on mine. “Take a break. You look tired.” I sighed. He was right. I was sweating in places I didn’t even know I could sweat, my arms hurt, my head was beginning to hurt- I had run out of water about an hour ago so I couldn’t take a BC, I was starving and feeling fatigued from an excessive amount of adrenaline rushes.

“Yeah, just take a beat…” Sam told me with a nod. He narrowed his eyes at me to make sure I knew he meant it. I sighed and leaned back into my seat.

“Fine…” I huffed. And at that moment, he did something so simple that made my heart melt. He placed a hand on the back of my neck caringly. His rough thumb stroked the nape of my neck as if to comfort me and my breath hitches at the sudden contact. I turned my head to lean on the car door and cover my face; clearly I had turned red. I wiped the sweat from my forehead and cleared my throat as I watched Nathan wrap the winch around a tree before sliding back down the hill. There was a large rock wedged into the mud that would keep us anchored as we rode uphill. As we started to move, I leaned my head back as his hand moved to my shoulder to massage it gently. When I looked over at him, he wasn’t even looking at me. He was just relaxed in his corner of the car, admiring the South African view. I was lost in admiring his profile when it happened.

The car jolted a moment, all of us turning our attention to what was happening in front of us. The wire from the winch had dug its way underneath the rock that was keeping us steady and it began to slide, taking us with it. I straightened myself up as the car began to slide off of the hill and over a cliff. I screamed as the car hung by the winch thousands of feet above the ground as clusters of rocks fell around us. I yelled as I gripped onto the back of Nathan’s seat, my heart beating rapidly as tears spilled from my eyes. I looked below me, shaking when I saw how far the rocks continued to fall before crashing out of sight. “SUNNY! DON'T LOOK DOWN! LOOK AT ME, SWEETHEART! I’M RIGHT HERE!” I could hear Sam shouting and I looked over to him but with his eyes closed tightly and saying his Hail-Mary-Full-of-Graces, he wasn’t giving me any confidence at all. I looked forward to the sky and watched more rocks fall around us until one hit the front of the 4x4 hard, knocking Nathan back into his seat. My grip had loosened as the car dropped a bit, sending both Nathan and I flying out of the car. In that moment, I saw my whole life flashing before my eyes. There was no way I could grab anything. I was too far from the car. A yelp tore from my throat with a shiver as I was suspended in the air. Just as I thought that perhaps I had fallen too far, a long arm stretched out towards me, lengthy fingers wrapping around my forearm tightly. Then I felt something tug hard on my belt. When I looked up, Sam’s face stared down at me in shock as gripped onto the back of Sully’s seat. Looking down, Nathan had been hanging onto the back of my pants, just dangling about. I was shaking, my eyes wide, my breathing shallow as I watched Sam try his best to hold us. “NATHAN, I CAN’T HOLD YOU BOTH FOR VERY LONG- GET YOUR ASS UP HERE!” He called to him as the rocks ceased to settle.

“HOLD ON, SUNNY!” I heard Sully yell above me and I tightened my grip on Sam’s thick forearm as my best friend proceeded to climb my body as best as he could until he was able to grab onto the car. He climbed the side of the car until he could pull himself into the driver’s seat again and with ease, Sam pulled me up into the car, stretching an arm across me as if to keep me in my seat. My body wouldn’t stop shaking as Nathan pulled the 4x4 up until the front wheels touched the edge of the cliffs and we were finally on solid ground. As soon as we were grounded, I jumped out of the car and had a full body breakdown. “Heh… that wasn’t so bad!” Nathan quipped, taking several deep breaths. I stared at him incredulously, hyperventilating as my nostrils flared. The nervous grin on his face disappeared when he noticed the crazy in my eyes and he opened the car door to approach me carefully. “Shit, Sunny-”

“Don’t ‘shit, Sunny’ me, Nathan. Shut up- just shut up!” I exclaimed as I became overwhelmed. He took another step forward and I backed away.

“Sunny….” he began but I shook my head and Sam hopped out of the car, grabbing me by the arm and putting a hand on Nate’s chest to stop him.

“Give her a minute, little brother…” he said quietly before dragging me aside; away from Nate, away from the car, away from the cliff. He placed a hand on my back and pulled me behind the tower out of sight. He rested his back on the wall and just let me pace as he placed a cigarette between his chapped lips and lit it, taking a small drag before holding it out for me. I stopped to look at him, my nails digging into my shaking palms. “Take it, Sunny.” He said to me insistently. When I didn’t move, he grabbed my wrist and pulled me close, placing it in my dirty fingers. “The nicotine will calm your nerves….” His voice was gentle. Just like that first night we talked… I stared into his honey colored eyes as a smile twitched onto his lips. I took a sharp inhale as I had forgotten to breathe for the moment. His sweet smile turned into a smirk as he guided my hand to my mouth, placing the cigarette between my lips. I took a long drag as he placed his hands on my hips firmly and pulled me dangerously close, exhaling the smoke with a crippling shiver as he brought his forehead to mine. A tear fell from my eyes when he pressed his warm lips to my temple. All my emotions came spilling out and he pulled me into a tight hug, his hand on the back of my neck. He rubbed small circles into my back, resting his chin on the top of my head as I pinched the bridge of my nose. “Let it out-” he mumbled and I sucked in a heap of air.

“We almost…. I almost-”

“I know, I know…” he said as he placed a hand on my cheek. When I lifted the cigarette to my lips, I noticed the bruises on my forearm where Sam grabbed me and burst into tears again. “Shhh…. I gotcha, sweetheart… I do…” he said running his fingers through my curls. He furrowed his salt and pepper brows at me as he watched the emotions play out on my face.

“I don’t think I can do this, Sam-”

“No, no, no- don’t think about that, sweetheart. You’ve lived through much worse than this- remember Scotland?” He said with a smile so sweet it could stop my heart. I peered up at him from my thick lashes and nodded, taking a drag of my cigarette. “You remember how much of a tough little lady you were when that floor crumbled under us? You were fallin’ then-”

“I was near handholds-”

“And this time you were near me.” He fired back, staring me deep in my eyes. I felt like I couldn’t move when he brought his forehead to mine again. “I wasn’t lying’ when I said I’d catch you… I’m always gonna catch you…” He told me, his breath dancing over my face as his lips brushed over mine ever so lightly. His calloused thumbs rubbed away the tears from beneath my eyes when he caressed my face. I was lost in a haze. Despite his dirty, bruised face, he was still the most beautiful thing I’d ever seen. “I need you, Sunny Spurrs…” he spoke against my lips as the tension grew between us. I threw my cigarette on the ground as he pressed his body into mine, stroking my cheek. “My life is on the line and I am trusting you right now, Sunny. I’m trusting you, okay? I trust you-” He cut himself off in the heat of his words, crashing his lips into mine. It wasn’t anything steamy, but it was something vulnerable. His hands seemed a little shaky themselves until I placed mine over them. His kiss was firm and needy; something idyllic and tender. His lips were warm and soft as they curled into a smile against me. The world seemed to disappear around me… When he broke the kiss I was damn near breathless. I searched his eyes for bullshit. I tended to do that with men, no matter who they were… And I came to the conclusion that he was either a damn good liar or that he was telling the truth… I couldn’t discern and it worried me. I pushed him away from me to gather my courage and thoughts, stretching my limbs and shaking my nerves.

“Guess we should go so I can save your life again, huh?” I managed to say. He gave a chuckle before locking a finger or two with mine. “Thank you… Now let’s go find this thing.” I said turning on my heels but he pulled me back to plant one more chaste kiss on me.

“Now we can go.” He smirked, rounding the tower to climb inside. I smiled to myself, following behind him with my hands in my pockets. As soon as I appeared, Nathan came over to embrace me.

“I’m so sorry, Sunny. I forget I’m the one who lives for close calls sometimes. Are you okay?” He asked me.

“Just had a little hitch in my giddy up. But I’ll be fine. Sorry I yelled at you.” I said hugging him tightly. “Womb to tomb…”

“Birth to Earth.” He grinned before climbing into the tower to explore and I followed right behind him.

[antiadvil]

Sand Dollars and a Shiny Rock

summary: Dan and Phil go on vacation, Phil tries to propose, things go terribly wrong, but also kind of right.

rating: PG13 bc I’m paranoid

wc: 2k

notes: written for the @phanfictionevents telephone thing. @bucketofphan wrote the first part, @allbymyshelf wrote the second, and I wrote the last one! I would just like to say that this was actually really hard so please be gentle with me. but it is kind of cool. the prompt definitely had something to do with proposal and maybe something to do with vacation

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“Dan, it's time to wake up!” 

Dan groaned and rolled over onto the empty side of the bed, making Phil laugh. It was obvious that he was awake but he just didn't want to get up out of their bed, which Phil could totally understand. They had just spent what seemed like forever on a plane only to land in California and immediately get lost trying to find their rental home. By the time both of them finally got in the house and in the master bedroom they were exhausted so Dan decided to just call it a night.

It was no longer night though and Phil had a whole beach day for them planned. They were only on the beach for one day though before heading back off to spend time with friends and film some collabs that their fans had been asking for for a while so getting up and ready was Phil's number one priority. 

Phil moved over to his side of the bed where Dan had rolled himself to. He couldn't help but smile at how his boyfriend had gotten himself tangled in the blankets just so he wouldn't have to leave the bed. But Phil wasn't having any of it that morning, grabbing Dan's ankles and pulling him closer to the end of the bed. 

“Baby please get up. I have a whole day planned for us and it's already past 10.” 

Dan grunted what Phil thought sounded like a no and wiggled his way back up onto the bed. Phil rolled his eyes at his boyfriend’s antics, backing away. 

“That's fine then, don't get up. I'm sure I'll run into Sam the Surfer somewhere and me and him can just hang out.” 

He smirked and turned away, heading over to where they had put their suitcases last night. He opened Dan's and pulled out the new swimsuit that Dan had got before their trip. It was quite plain, just a nice dark blue, but if Dan liked it then Phil liked it.

Phil made sure to grab the shirt that was paired with it as well along with the pair of shoes Dan had brought along to go on the beach. He placed the outfit on the end of the bed and smiled to himself when he noticed his favorite brown curls peeking out from under the covers. 

“I'm gonna go make some coffee. Come say hi when you're dressed.” 

And with that Phil disappeared through the doorway. He could hear Dan get out of the bed as he entered the kitchen and a sudden wave of nerves crashed over him. Sam the Surfer was a bit of a sore topic between the two, meaning that he was only ever brought up as leverage or because the fans wanted to know something. He hoped Dan wasn't too mad at him. 

Phil had just found the coffee they had brought with them when Dan stepped into the room. He cleared his throat, grabbing Phil's attention. Phil stood up and looked at his boyfriend, a smile spreading across his face. 

“You look great babe.” He took a few steps to Dan and grabbed Dan's hand. Dan smiled back at him and lent down slightly to kiss Phil's forehead. 

“Why don't we go out for breakfast and then head to the beach?” Dan suggested, sleep still clouding his eyes. 

“Yeah, okay, that sounds great.” 

Phil let Dan lead him towards the door, breaking away from his love long enough to slip Dan's present into his pocket. All he could hope for now is that the waves didn't knock the ring out. 

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Phil stepped out the door and locked it behind them, before interlacing his fingers with Dan’s and walking towards a small cafe for breakfast. Their rental house was near the beach and a pleasantly salty breeze kept the air cool. Well, cool for June in California.

Phil resisted the urge to hurry Dan along too much, they were on vacation after all. But given how Dan still hadn’t really woken up, they spent their sweet time meandering towards the cafe. Phil didn’t mind too much, the view was beautiful and the air was clean and fresh. Plus, they had time to get acquainted with the area near their rental house while not being incredibly lost.

The cafe was a cute little place that felt very homey, probably due to the slightly bossy grandmother who seated them. By the way she ordered the employees around it appeared as though she owned the place. 

Once seated, and when he was absolutely sure she was out of range, Phil whispered, “I swear she smacked my ass with that hand towel because I was moving too slowly.”

Dan sofly snorted,”Of course she did Phil, the weird ones always pick you don’t they?”

“What? I can’t help it!” Phil protested, searching for at least a decent defense. “At least I have plenty of fun stories to tell at parties, Mr. I-Have-No-Friends-

And-I-Never-Leave-The-House.”

“Phil.” Dan said flatly, “When was the last time you even went to a party? Let alone one that needed weird person magnet stories” 

Phil sighed, ”Touchè. But for the record, you only get this one because it’s your birthday and I love you. So savor this moment because it won’t happen again for quite a while.”

Dan smiled and picked up his menu, playfully throwing a, “Sure, Lester. You believe that.” across the table.

“Hey!” Phil said halfheartedly, while also grabbing his menu and flipping through it. After a considerable amount of time waffling (ha!) between waffles and pancakes, he finally convinced Dan to get the waffles while he got the pancakes so that they could split.

The food smelled delicious, and once served Phil was eager to dig in, though not before making sure that he and Dan got half each of the waffles and pancakes. They were heavenly when drenched in syrup, and Phil could swear he was having an out of body experience.

Phil had such an out of body experience in fact, that apparently he forgot how to drink coffee, and the next time he went to take a sip he spilled half the cup on his shirt and pants. That brought him back to his body so fast he probably got mental whiplash.

“Crap!” He quietly hissed while pulling napkins out of the dispenser and furiously dabbing at his clothes. Dan took a moment to snicker at Phil’s classic display of clumsiness before deigning to help out. Of course he went straight for the pants, this was Dan we were talking about after all.

Phil, terrified Dan would feel the lump in his pocket, swatted his hand out of the way and joked quietly enough only Dan could hear, “Trying to feel me up, eh? Next time maybe not in public, please.” 

Dan slid back to a comfortable position in his seat and his half smile was accompanied by a quirked eyebrow, “Worth a shot though, it is my birthday after all.” 

Phil chuckled, “I’m starting to wonder if knowing your birthdate is privileged knowledge, reserved only for people who won’t abuse the power.”

“Maybe,” Dan shrugged, “But birthdays wouldn’t be as fun then.”

“Depends,” Phil mused. 

Before he could continue that train of thought, Dan interrupted him, “Do you want to go back to the house to change before we head to the beach?”

“No thanks, the ocean’ll clean me just fine”

“You sure? I don’t think caffeine is good for fish.”

“Um, how do you know that caffeine is bad for fish. For all you know, they could love it, who doesn’t like extra energy?”

What ensued was a debate on whether or not caffeine was good for animals that lasted them through the rest of breakfast and partway down to the beach. In the midst of their lively discussion Phil smiled to himself, today was perfect. He couldn’t ask for a better day to propose.

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The beach was surprisingly empty for such a nice day. Phil decided not to question it. He set up their towels a careful distance away from the sea- not so close that he’d have to move them when the tide came in, but not so far that they’d have to walk a foot more than necessary to reach the ocean. He rummaged through their bag, but came up empty handed.

“Hey, Dan?” he asked.

“Hmm?” Dan was already halfway to the waves.

“Did you remember to pack the sunscreen?”

Dan froze. “We can go back.”

“No, it’s okay.”

“Are you sure? I really don’t want a replay of the skin fic.”

Phil cringed. “Dan!”

“Sorry. But really, Phil, we should go back. You know how we both burn. I don’t want to have a sunburn for the rest of vacation.”

“What time is it?” Phil asked, then immediately regretted it. 

Dan frowned. “Just past noon, why? Does it matter what time it is?”

“No, no!” Phil rushed to protest. “It’s just, let’s just stay here for a while. We won’t get sunburned in just half an hour and afterwards we can get lunch and stop by the house.”

Dan raised his eyebrows. “You’re being weird, but okay.”

“I’m not being weird,” Phil insisted. “You’re being weird.”

“Babe, seriously, it’s your skin cancer. It’s fine. You’re making this weirder. Just stop.”

Phil stopped. Then realized his dilemma.

He couldn’t go in the water. The risk that the ring would be dislodged from his disturbingly shallow pocket was too high. He had been hoping Dan would be content with a short walk on the beach, or wandering through ankle deep water, but Dan was already waist deep and still swimming out.

Phil glanced at Dan, checking that he wasn’t looking, before slipping the ring out of his pocket and into their bag.

He quickly caught up with Dan, who had swam out just past where his feet could touch and was treading water. From there, they spent more time than they probably should splashing each other, dunking each other, and just floating, letting the waves carry their bodies.

After what felt like hours (but was hopefully actually only one or two), they decided to head back to shore.

Dan smirked. “Race you?” Before Phil could complain that he was farther out than Dan, Dan was off. Phil panicked, remembering the ring in the bag. He swam as quickly as he could, but Dan still beat him.

Dan ran back to their towels, laughing. “That’s what you get for all those All or Nothings.”

“Hey,” Phil panted.

Dan reached for the bag. “Please tell me we remembered the water. I’m actually going to die of thirst.”

For the second time in half a minute, Phil panicked. He rushed for Dan and jumped, tackling him. They landed in the sand. “What the hell?” Dan asked, but he was laughing.

Phil took the opportunity to lean down and kiss him. Dan leaned into him, and Phil savored the taste of his mouth, the slight curl of his lips, before pulling away.

“What was that for, Mr. But-We’re-In-Public?” Dan laughed.

“You’re just really cute,” Phil mumbled.

“You’re really cute too, but I’m still going to die of thirst.” Dan reached for the bag again, and this time Phil could do nothing but watch helplessly as Dan opened the bag and the ring spilled out.

There was an awful moment of silence before Dan said, so quietly Phil could barely hear, “Oh.”

Phil froze.

“I-” Dan’s voice was so soft. “I didn’t know.” Dan’s face suddenly morphed to concern. “Are you okay?”

Phil touched his face and realized he was crying. “I…”

Dan picked up the ring, staring at it. “Wait- sorry, is that why you wanted to know what time it was?”

Phil sniffled. “I had a surprise planned and everything. Martyn was helping me set it up.”

Dan patted Phil’s back, looking horrified. “I had no idea.”

“It’s okay,” Phil reassured Dan through his tears.

“The answer is yes,” Dan said, still patting Phil’s back.

Phil started crying harder.

“I am so sorry,” Dan said.

“No,” Phil managed, “Happy tears.”

Dan gave up on patting Phil’s back and gathered him into a hug. “It wouldn’t be very us if something didn’t go terribly wrong, would it?”

“I guess not,” Phil said, muffled by Dan’s shoulder.

Dan pulled back and slipped the ring on his finger. “Now how about we head back and you can show me your surprise?”

“It’s not really a surprise anymore.”

Dan stood and offered Phil a hand up. “I’ll pretend it is.”

As they walked back towards their rental house and Phil’s surprise, they left their hands interlaced.

[moeruhoshi]

More of that concubine endlu bc I’m tired ~unedited

Lucy could feel herself unraveling the closer she became with the demon. He often paid her no mind, too busy taking care of his duties in the castle to make enough time for her during the day. She never minded so much, the library was enough to keep her occupied. When the night followed and he appeared in their room, embarrassment was never far behind.

Still every night she dressed in some skimpy lingerie handed to her by Kyoka, their relationship in bed slowly growing. Lucy knew his words were lies, but still enjoyed the peaceful tone in which he complimented her, not that she would ever admit it. It was beyond embarrassing, the way he toyed with the ends of her hair before tucking it behind her ear, pressing a light kiss to her cheek as his hands trailed down the turns of her curves. He would pull her close to his chest, fingers holding her chin with grace as he begged for a kiss.

The puppy-eyed look, she knew all to well it was a trick. The slight downcast of his eyes to her own and slightly flushed cheeks shook her heart before she closed the space between them. His lips were soft, molded hotly against her own. His hand would move to cup the base of her head, massaging her as they shortly made out. It was sweet, slow, and quick to flurry the butterflies caged in her stomach. His tongue would push against her own and coax it to follow back into his mouth.

“Thank you, my princess,” He would whisper hotly as he pulled away, lips always eager to continue trailing down her skin. At this point it would be too difficult to stay standing by the bed, and he would lead her atop the sheets.

It had been a short while since they had gone from kissing to pleasuring Lucy, something Natsu intended to perform whenever he had the lady in bed, rambling on about her delicious flavor and cute sounds. She would blush anytime he licked his lips outside of the bedroom, reminded immediately of their never ending game.

“Ngh...Natsu...” Wanton moans escaped past parted lips as he sunk his teeth into her breasts, toying with her sensitive chest to recieve her voice.

“You’re so pretty, Luce,” He’d smile to her sweating face, hands trailing as they pulled at her panties. Lucy pretended to hide the excitement she felt as he hid between her legs, conditioned already to enjoy the strong jerks of his tongue against her. The demon’s plan to cloud her mind with pleasure was steadily reaching its goal as Lucy approached the point of no return. “Are you going to be a good girl for me today?”

“Y-Yes, Natsu,” She sighed, hand gripping the pillow she laid on as he delicately parted her lips, enjoying the sight of clear liquid spilling before he would disrupt its flow. He’d grin as she obeyed, heating his fingers before slipping into her dripping folds. He watched as her back arched and hips bucked to meet his palm, Natsu never dissatisfied as he watched her give in to him.

It was always an embarrassing sight as he licked her from his hand, whispering sweet nothings into her ear as she came down from a wonderful high. His lips would taste of her as he shared another deep kiss, onyx eyes shining as they looked into her lust filled own.

“I’m glad you’re enjoying yourself,” He hummed as he helped her sit up, Lucy instinctively moving an arm to cover her bare chest. “You’ve certainly changed from the day you first arrived.”

She pouted and his her displeasure, roughly nodding as she waited for him to finish speaking.

“You’re very obident, it’s quite cute.” He teased her, taking a hand into his as he rubbed circles against her palm. “So I hope you’ll continue to be, I have something new to teach you, today.”

“Oh...” She gulped, eyes already having been avoiding to stare at the boner hard in his pajama pants.

“Don’t worry, it’ll be fun, hmm?” She cringed at his grin, knowing he would turn cruel in an instant if she dared act out. “I want to share myself with you.”

“How kind,” Sarcasm was obviously laced in her town, Natsu chuckling as he leaned forward to kiss her again. It was a mastered technique to make her docile; Lucy was very weak to his kisses. He liked to tease her by begging for them, but he knew she wanted them just as much, a sultry girl his subjects had found.

“Have you ever seen one before?” The lord asked, motioning to his tent. He grinned as she nervously shook her head, there were many firsts he was delighted to take from her.

“Just with your hand for today, we’ll learn other things once you’re more comfortable.” She shook with a relieved sigh, another phrase easily manipulating her into his kindness. He guided her hand to grasp his clothing covered self, Natsu hissing at the sudden grip.

“N-Not so tight...! Gentle, Luce, like I always do to you,” He instructed, slight frown as he watched her uncomfortably twist onto her face.

“Hey, don’t gimme that face,” He caressed her cheek with a pout. “I want this to be fun. Don’t you want to pleasure me too?”

“My love for you...it...it barely...” The lord cut her off with a slightly forced kiss, trying to pass on the feelings she insisted could never be real.

“I just need you for tonight, my princess, please...” The whine she’d sympathize with too often surfaced, Lucy frigid as she complied.

“You don’t have to look down if you don’t want to,” He said as he brought her into his lap, tip poking at her belly button. “Stare at me, won’t you? And kiss me, your lips are always so sweet.”

He led her hand again underneath his boxers, both pulling his length free and exposing it to the slight chill. She watched as his cheeks filled with color, breath becoming ragged as her hand moved up and down his length.

“Just...like that...” He groaned as he nuzzled against her shoulder. Lucy flushed as her fingers took in the image of his length, the thick rod long and mapped with thudding veins, the tip spitting precum as she toyed with him.

Her own breath became shallow as she continued observing him, desperate lips stealing his for a kiss. She moaned against his mouth, hips moving on their own she subtly grinded. She steadily picked up the pace, Natsu grinning as his hips moved to meet the shift of hers.

“Are you turned on, Luce?” He murmered as he pulled away, delighted by her weak confession as he stared into her tearing eyes. “Why?”

“I-It’s...umm...I—don’t know, you look...cute,” She spoke nervously, mewling as his hand came against her swollen folds and rubbed her already sensitive clit.

“That makes me really happy,” He mumbled against her chest, sucking greedily against her pert nipple. Lucy fell into the pit of pleasure, whining for Natsu as he did for her, both steadily reading their climaxes as they ground nakedly. His spunk shot onto her stomach and his, painting as he came, Lucy soon after spilling again into his palm.

“Open your mouth,” He instructed the blonde, clean finger wiping against the trail of his semen. “I want you to know my taste.”

As he held her that night, Lucy cringed at her willingness to perform, the demon king already so easily worming his way inside her mind. She was nervous to give herself away completely, for she didn’t know this man at all. Surely he kept her as a toy and nothing more, her life quickly reduced to the proper title of plaything. Even as Lucy could feel her old self slipping away, the warm chest to her front and protective arm as it held her close, she couldn’t help but sleep peacefully.