#don't bite the hand that feeds you and then be surprised when it doesn't anymore

[a-hazbin-reader]

alastor x reader where they already have kids and it connects with the headcanons about reader being insecure about their stretch marks but this time it's after she starts loving them and when they're alone, alastor is just like "how about we have another baby?" over and over again and reader constantly gets flustered because she/they knows what he wants to do

Alastor having MORE kids???

Alastor X Reader Headcanons

✅️Romantic

❌️Platonic

TW: Suggestive, Husband and wife are NOT properly communicating IMPORTANT topics

Description: ☝️⬆️

Being a mother was difficult but definitely rewarding, it was something you had wanted for so long and now you have it

All because of your wonderful husband who fought against the impossible just to make you happy

And you like to think that Alastor is happy with his life too, he certainly seems happy

Well, he's always smiling so..

He's always doting on his babies, practically beaming with pride at every little thing they do

And he doesn't neglect his duties as a husband either 😏

Your confidence is higher than ever and you're living out your dreams with Alastor by your side

You thought your husband would be content with two adorable babies, seeing as the second one was a surprise

Apparently not, he wanted more, your greedy husband

He springs the question on you while you two are alone, enjoying your uninterrupted time together

You barely have time to catch your breath before Alastor is kissing and biting at your neck

His claws scrape ever so slightly against your stomach, caressing your marks and reminding both of you of your miracle pregnancy

He pulls away to admire how disheveled you look now, the happy gleam in your eyes as you stare back at him

"Let's have another baby, darling~"

"What?"

He doesn't answer you, instead going back to kissing the life out of you and leaving your knees weak

The next day, you almost think you imagined it, wishful thinking and all that because Alastor is completely normal with you

You almost believe that all the way up until lunchtime with your babies, you're feeding and cooing at them when Alastor comes in

You can feel him watching you from the doorway as you try to get your little boy to take a few more bites of a new food

His sister is, of course, devouring her own food with no problem

Your husband slinks around behind you and wraps his arms around you, resting his chin on your shoulder

"Mm... they're such beautiful children, aren't they?"

You're so blissed out by the presence of your husband and children that you don't realize where he's going with this

His hands are creeping down to your stomach, rubbing soothing circles into your sides

"Wouldn't it be lovely if we had another one, my dear~?"

Before you can even turn around to ask him if he's serious, Alastor is picking up his daughter and cooing at her

You're left flustered and confused, picking up your son who was getting fussy

You go through weeks of this bizarre ambush tactic of his, your husband never just sitting you down and talking with you

You're in the shower? Alastor slips in, turns the heat up between you two then asks for another baby

You're cleaning up after your babies? Suddenly your husband is there doing all the work and helps you relax afterwards before bringing up more kids

You're not even safe when shopping with him, he brings you tiny baby socks and clothes while lamenting that the twins don't fit in clothes this size anymore

All his little tricks are starting to work on you though

You're definitely getting a second round of baby fever, especially whenever you bump into your husband

You honestly don't know who's jumping who at this point, you just know that you both simultaneously have decided you want another baby

Alastor has you blushing and following after him with just a look

You have him stumbling out of his pants to get to you with just a few curls of your finger

You put the babies down for a nap? Your husband is suddenly right there pulling you into the bedroom

You go into a closet for cleaning supplies? He's locking the door behind you both, and it's a suspiciously long time before you two walk out

Alastor is up in his radio tower? Guess who's strolling in and interrupting his show

Nobody is shocked to find out that you're pregnant again, you two haven't been subtle

But it would've been nice if you guys had asked the rest of them first-

GAH I'M SORRY THIS TOOK SO LONG-

[phoenixblaze1412]

HCs for reader and Dottore who have a child pls? - 🐓

Having a child of his own was a topic that Dottore rarely talks about. He already has his segments of different timelines and ages, why would he need a child when he can create a child segment of himself?

During Pregnancy

Dottore didn't expect for you to waltz into his lab, hug him from behind and suddenly announce that you're pregnant with him going to be a father soon. Even the segments stopped working on their tasks as they stared at you in shock.

You were shocked to see the doctor faint and fell to the floor, the vials he was holding shattered when he dropped it. You were panicking the whole day while the segments reassured you that Dottore will be fine.

The news of your pregnancy eventually reached the ears of the other harbingers. Most of them congratulated you while some, Pantalone mostly, just teased Dottore at how a mad scientist like him could be able to create an infant properly instead of creating it in a lab.

Regrator even gifted him with books like 'Parenting 101', 'How to care for an infant', 'How to be a good father and husband'. Dottore was definitely pissed about it.

The whole pregnancy progress actually went smoothly. With your husband as a doctor and scientist himself, he immediately has a medicine for any pain or cramps that you are feeling.

The only thing Dottore couldn't handle well was your cravings and mood swings.

Sure he experiments on a lot of things, humans and machines for example. But he doesn't experiment on meals. He and his segments could only watch in shock as you eat a Jueyun Chili popsicle. You literally just froze the damn ingredient and stuck a popsicle stick on it.

"Are you sure you're supposed to be eating something spicy while pregnant? I don't think that's good for the baby, love."

"If you don't shut the fuck up, I will stick this up your ass."

He immediately turned and walked away when he saw you bite a large chunk of the food, proving you weren't bluffing. He decided to just let you be, you would come to him later and ask for affection anyways.

Whenever Dottore is busy and can't be by your side, Pantalone is there to be your company at the time. Pantalone would literally spoil you, if you ask him anything you want, he only need to snap his fingers and you immediately get the thing you asked. Dottore didn't liked it though.

"Come now, doctor. She told me you weren't letting her have what she wants most of the time."

"That's because I'm doing it for both her and the baby's health. Besides, she is my wife, Regrator. Go fuck someone and make them pregnant then you'll come to experience what I'm going through."

During Labor

When your time for labor came, Dottore was the one to personally help you deliver the baby. He doesn't trust any other doctors or midwifes. Besides, his segments are also there to assist him.

What he didn't expect though is for you to crack Delta's fingers from gripping too hard. Strangled Gamma when he encouraged and told you how easy it is to just push the baby, when it's not. Even punched Alpha to the gut when he tried to calm you down. Omega and Theta had to hold you down by grabbing each of your arm so you wouldn't hurt anymore segment.

What surprised him even more was when you yelled out curses and threats towards him.

"Just one more push, darling."

"I'm already pushing you fucking cocksucker! If you weren't such a whining bitch, I wouldn't be in much pain! I'll fucking chop your fucking dick off and feed it to the rishboland tigers!"

Dottore could only stand in shock as he held the baby in his hands. He knows he's supposed to be happy since he's holding his child in his arms but your threat made him froze in fear and possibly traumatized.

Epsilon and Sigma gently took the crying infant in his grasp before cutting off the umbilical cord and went to clean the blood off.

In the end, both you and Dottore were tired from the whole event but you two happily held your newborn baby.

Aftermath

Your child was loved by not just the segments, but the entire fatui harbingers as well. Pierro and Pulcinella becoming the grandfathers while the rest of the members are either the aunts or the uncles.

Dottore actually did read the books Pantalone gave him and surprisingly, he's doing great.

Whenever you or Dottore are busy, Dottore would let a segment or two babysit your child. He doesn't trust his fellow harbingers when it comes to taking care of his kid.

One time he let Arlecchino babysit, he came back to see both her and Columbina dressing up your child like it was a doll. It was cute, from what the damselette said, but he prefer his child wearing the same color palette as his.

He is not going to let 'Uncle Childe' babysit. He could already tell that the ginger war freak would try to teach your infant how to hold a weapon at a young age.

You had to convince your husband to not be too overprotective of your child and let the others at least spend a bit of time with 'mini Dottore', Sandrone was the one who gave the nickname.

Your baby's first word was 'Lonnie'. Both you and Dottore had to chase Pantalone around the palace for him being your child's first words instead of Mama or Dada. Luckily their second word was Dada, you were a bit disappointed it wasn't you.

Your child has Dottore's soft, blue, curly hair meanwhile their eye color was the same shade as yours. The only problem was they had the same sharp teeth as your husband. You had to endure all the biting from both your child and husband.

Dottore would be the one who teach your child how to read and learn. He lets you teach them how to write, his own handwriting is barely understandable and he doesn't even have the patience for it.

You have a family picture of you three and another with all the segments placed on your bedside drawer.

There was another time where you and Dottore let the segments take care of your child while you both go out to the city and enjoy dinner together.

You both came back to see your child asleep in Omega's arms while the other segments were trying to wipe away the colorful doodles your child drew on their faces.

Since Dottore is the last one to go to bed due to him wanting to finish his work for the day, he would expect to see you and your child on the bed asleep already.

He would lay down beside you, your child in the comfort of your arms as you both dozed off to sleep. Dottore could only smile and place a kiss on both of your foreheads before wrapping his arms around your figure and pulling you and your child close to him.

[mypoisonedvine]

Please can I request dark Emmett!! Like maybe he keeps you locked in his bunker to be his little "pet"

whyyy is kidnapping so sexy?!!?! and emmett is the perfect one for it ugh I made this more on the soft dark side I hope you don't mind!!

warnings: 18+ only!! dark smut!!, kidnapping and captivity, yandere emmett (kinda?), praise, possessiveness, pain kink, breeding kink, tummy bulge kink

"Don't give me any trouble, now," he warned sternly. "Doesn't have to hurt if you just listen."

You shivered as he ran his hand over your thigh, sighing to himself through his nose. "If... if I do what you say..." you began shakily, already hating that you were offering to obey him, "will you let me go after?"

He looked at you, those bright blue eyes making you shiver slightly, and gave you almost a pitying kind of frown. "I don't wanna lie to ya," he admitted quietly. "No. I'm not gonna let you go."

You whimpered, biting your shaking lip as he leaned in and held your cheek gently, kissing a small tear away. You fought the urge to shrink away, knowing after being held here for a few days already that he didn't respond well to his affections being rebuffed. He'd told you in the beginning that he wouldn't make you do anything, that he wouldn't hurt you-- but you could see even then that his patience was running thin. If you weren't giving him what he wanted, you were just another mouth to feed... and someone to keep his bed warm.

"Please," you started to cry harder, "please, don't keep me here--"

"I already told you," he interrupted sternly, "you're gonna be here, with me. I'll take care of you, and keep you safe, but... but you need to take care of me, too. I tried to be nice, but-- well, I can be mean if I need to. Neither of us wants that."

He lifted your chin, forcing you to blink your wet eyes up at him, and his gaze drifted to your lips-- you knew then that he wasn't going to wait anymore. He was going to take you now, and you were in no position to fight him. So, instead, all you could hope for was to get it over with.

Grabbing onto his shoulders, you kissed him suddenly, eyes shut tight.

His lips were soft, but his beard scratched your face a little; you whimpered when his tongue gently pushed into your mouth, making it harder for you to think about anything other that what this was and who you were kissing. His large, rough hand cradled the curve of your waist as he kissed you back, pulling your body close to his, and you (ironically) shivered at how warm he was.

He hummed as he guided you back to the bed-- it was small, way too small for you two to have been sharing it since he started keeping you here-- and laid you on it, breaking the kiss to look down at you tenderly.

"It's okay," he promised as you whimpered a little, feeling him spread your legs to slot himself between them-- he'd only given you a baggy shirt to wear, not even panties, and so all he had to do was lift your legs to see you. "Oh, beautiful," he sighed, and you bit your lip and looked away.

He pushed the shirt up higher, humming as he felt your chest, and you shut your eyes just before you felt him wrap his lips around a hardened nipple. You didn't mean to moan, and really, it wasn't a moan-- more just a sound of surprise-- but he moaned back as he suckled at your chest.

He seemed to get a little more desperate after that, breathing heavily as he pulled back and quickly pulled the shirt off over your head-- kissing your lips again hungrily as he opened his belt and jeans. You felt strange, being naked under him while he was still basically completely dressed, but then again the whole ordeal was pretty strange.

You tried to hide your reaction when you caught a glimpse of his cock, but you couldn't really help it: your eyes went wide and your throat dried up, terrified to imagine how that was supposed to fit inside you.

But you couldn't look at it for very long, he laid down over you and rubbed it over your waiting pussy with a long, satisfied sigh.

"You're wet," he noticed in a whisper as he slid through your folds; you were, though you weren't sure why, and the way his voice sounded as he pointed it out seemed to only make it worse. "I'll take it slow," he promised, kissing by your ear. "O-or, I'll try, at least."

Pushing his hips forward, you both gasped when his fat head finally broke through your body's resistance; it stung, and you winced, but he moaned softly.

"Warm," he sighed, "and tight, fuck, so tight-- you can take a little more, right?"

But you whined and dug your fingers into his shoulders as he pushed in deeper, stretching you more than you were ready for.

"Oh, am I hurting you?" he breathed. "Sorry, I'm sorry-- I didn't mean to..."

You heard the conflict in his voice, though: he wanted to be sorry for hurting you, but it clearly aroused him to see you struggling to fit him.

He moved further inside again and watched your face in awe as you yelped, trying to grab his hips to keep him from going in anymore, but he plunged on with a low moan. "Oh, god," he choked out, "you can take it, sweet girl, I promise you can take it."

With one more sharp movement, he managed to completely sheath himself inside you, and your legs shook from the pain of the intrusion.

He grunted, head falling back a bit, before burying his face in your neck and sighing against your skin. "I knew you could be good for me," he breathed, "oh, my beautiful girl-- all mine now, aren't ya? My pretty thing."

He set his pace, not too fast yet but not nearly as slow as you would've wanted-- actually, you didn't want him to move yet at all, and even his gentle and patient thrusts made your face twist.

"Mine," he panted, moaning a little more as his hand rested on your head, thumb gently stroking your hair. "I'll take such good care of ya, I swear. You won't even miss it, bein' all alone out there... gonna keep you fed and warm and safe..."

You sighed a little, trying to relax at the thought.

"Gonna get you pregnant," he added rather abruptly, and you tensed up-- everywhere. He groaned as your walls clenched on his cock, and started to fuck you faster. "Mm, you'll be so pretty, nice and full with my baby..."

You were speechless-- you could beg him not to do that to you, but you were quickly realizing that that was what he wanted with you all along. Sure, he had physical needs he wanted taken care of with you, but that was clearly secondary to an even more primal desire. His hand moved down from your head and came to rest on your stomach-- the very lowest part of it, below your belly button-- and your eyes rolled back as you realized you could feel him there, that deep inside you.

"I can see it, fuck," he choked as he pulled his hand back to get a look at it, at the place where, just barely, his thrusts created a bulge inside you. "Right there, that's where I'm gonna fill you up, pretty girl."

You held tightly onto him, terribly overwhelmed but desperate for something to cling to.

"You'll be the cutest little mommy," he cooed, "and we'll be a family. We'll be happy, I promise. You'll be happy here-- you and our babies."

He didn't waste any time throwing out the plural there, did he? That, finally, was enough to make you protest: "Emmett," you gasped, "wait, I--"

"Shh, it's okay," he soothed, holding onto you tighter and giving you a thrust so deep that you choked on your own whine. "It's okay, sweet girl, it's what you're meant for."

[thedevilssinner]

I had this little fantasy and I can't get it out of my head.

I'm not religious by any means, but for some reason I like the idea of some ancient god who can hear prayers and pleas of his worshippers.

And one day... he would catch a very interesting prayer 😏

Also, I'm imagining a god of primal urges or something like that but you can imagine whoever you want.

(It's gonna get naugty after the cut, so hear my warning.) 18+

The pleas he hears are usually selfish pleas for wealth, security, fame or love. He doesn't often hear pleas that involve someone else.

Fathers, mothers, children, kings and paupers... all want something for themselves and no one else. Until a special prayer and plea reaches his ears. A prayer that he as a god will never be forgotten. Prayers for him to always be well and always be satisfied. Pleading with him that, like their god, who does all good things for all, he to indulge in rest and the beauty of the world.

At first he is surprised, but then out of curiosity he finds that person who has such prayers. Finding the sweetest little thing he ever saw. Innocent and beautiful.

He also finds that she offer sacrifices to him in the form of the best wine, fruit and small ornaments that she make herself. He is really happy with this little worshipper and from that moment on he listens to her prayers every night.

But the longer he listens, the more her prayers begin to change to sometimes not so innocent. Praying for him to get any pleasure he seeks. Offering him her mouth and other holes to achieve his satisfaction as he pleases. Promising that if he gave her the opportunity, she would worship not only him as a god but also his body, his cock.

In the end, he can't take it anymore and shows himself to his little worshipper. Accepting her offerings and giving her the opportunity to worship him as she said she would.

She would feed him, pour him wine, and while he ate, she would slide to her knees, taking his cock into the warmth of her mouth, gently kissing it or mapping the veins with her tongue. Mumbling her praise for his cock, for his strong legs and thighs, which she gently massaged with her hands. Eagerly drinking his cum. Thanking him for such an honor.

Later he would fuck her, hard and rough, while listening to her moan his name. Thanking him for deciding to accept her offerings. Promising that her pussy is just for him to fuck because he deserves it like her god.

He would call her "Little worshipper" or "Little one"

Maybe even "My sweetest offering" or just "Darling"

I imagine that when he fucks, he grunts and makes a primal growls like an animal. Biting her and basically crushing her hips or legs in his hands when he's close to cumming.

So that's it, that's the idea. I don't know why, but there's something about the idea of an ancient god letting me worship him and then rewarding me by basically fucking my brains out 🤷🏻‍♀️😅

[i-literally-cant-with-this]

okay like i know we all joke (?) about kafka's kaiju form being a biblical need but at the end of the day i just love human kafka and his lil stubble and his cute tummy and his adorable grin. he's just so boyfriend material i wanna smooch him 😭

A/N ::: Good God, Bri. You don't know what you've started with this ask. I went a little off script? Unhinged? Idk ... somewhere along the lines of quite unwell for this man. Like, it's not cute anymore. It's getting really close to psychiatric intervention (at my request) 🤣

I would look forward to the times I got to wake up in the morning, hopefully next to him because nothing in the night pulled him away from me. I'd be so happy to get out of bed and do morning stuff with him. Maybe showering - and it doesn't even have to be anything sexual (but hello???). Just that closeness.

And yeah, his soft, wet tummy pressing against your wet body. Both of you sliding against each other as you talk about silly, inconsequential things like what you dreamt about or what you want to have for lunch today. While you're shaving his chin, prepping him for the day, he is already thinking about showing up where you're at and surprising you with something that you said you were craving a week ago, but you haven't mentioned since because things have been so crazy that you barely have time to breathe, let alone think about what you're going to eat that day.

When he does show up with food, you see him walking across the parking lot and you run out to meet him and jump into his arms. You both just stand there on the sidewalk, clinging to each other. Talking about how much you missed him and how lucky are you to have such a great man that listens to your blabbering and takes notice of when you say something that you want/want to do.

He feeds you the first bite because he wants to see when the flavors hit your tongue and your face lights up (he moves his hand away a lot faster than you do when you take a bite of something). The look on your face is nothing short of orgasmic - but he just laughs at the joy you're expressing over something as innocuous as a bite of food. That's what makes him the happiest - when something so simple can bring you such contentment.

And when it's time for him to go, you walk hand in hand to where he's parked, and he pushes you against the door of his car and he smooshes himself against you and puts his forehead against yours and thanks YOU for letting HIM bring you lunch. He talks about how much he loves that he can do little things like this - ok, too far? Idk. I'm in complete Lala-land over this man.

And he wraps that discussion up with a sweet, slow, soft kiss to your lips that leaves you kind of breathless. It's not the usual kiss he gives you when you're saying goodbye in the morning or hello in the evening - unless he's trying to sway your disposition.

But this kiss is almost a promise that better things are to come.

Staying true to his unspoken word, you walk in the door and all of the lights are off. In electricity's place, there are candles lit and scattered all about the living room. Something smells really good but it's not food.

It's Kafka. He's wearing a cologne he tried a couple of weeks ago when you were out at the mall. He tried it and wore it very well that day - really, for the next 8 hours after he put it on.

In those hours, you couldn't keep your hands or mouth off of him, much to his surprise/pleasure.

He heard the front door close, and you call out hello to him and he came from down the hall. Your eyes met; you noticed right away his brow was quirked in a suggestive way.

You were on him like white on snow and you had the best end to an already amazing day.

I WOULD GIVE UP SO MUCH TO HAVE THIS MAN BE MY BOYFRIEND. Goddamn it, I love him so much.

@supersecretsaga @kazutora-kurokawa @katkusuo

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@viburnt

[sapphic-woes]

Can't help but think about a Vampire!Tav x Karlach... so part 1 of this idea :) pardon the lack of quality haven't done this for a while.

Vampire!Tav x Karlach:

You're one of Astarion's siblings, and let's say here that the rite simply Does Not Exist and we just gotta kill Cazador cuz he's already bad enough as is. The scars are indeed a shitty, Raphael style poem.

You and Astarion are basically double trouble, absolute menaces, downright diabolical together...but then Halsin comes along and ruins everything.

Astarion is...good? Suddenly? Or at least, he tries to be. Because Halsin is as good as people get, and for once...it's actually affecting Astarion.

And ugh. You hate it.

He's all smiles and rainbows now. Giggling like a lovesick idiot. You pity him for looking like such a fool. Doesn't he know how easy it is to string someone along? How easy it was to hand them over to Cazador and then just...forget them? How little love actually meant?

At least, that's what you tell yourself when you watch them being together. In reality, you're jealous of Astarion as much as you are a teeny tiny bit happy.

What could it be like? Loving someone just...because? To finally feel safe around another person? Protected? Cared for?

Astarion doesn't look afraid anymore, whereas you can't go a day without hearing Cazador's voice ordering you around. To sit up straight, to know your place, to never dare to drink the blood of a another–

"Soldier? Mm it's not even morning yet... Huh? Hey, easy-shit–easy there soldier! If you need to, uh, eat? Wait hang on, it's more like drinking isn't it? Well, you know what I mean! What I'm trying to say is, if you need blood..."

Your band of misfits had been hurrying to Baldurs Gate like maniacs, leaving you little time to feed. Sure, you caught your occasional animal, but unlike Astarion, you didn't have a humanoid blood bank willing to be your donor. You'd been hungry for days, however, you still thought you had everything control.

"...could ya ask before you try to take a bite outta my neck?"

Coming out of your hunger induced daze to find a surprised Karlach underneath you was...alarming, to say the least.

Not because of the position–she was warm and so fucking firm underneath your skin, sharply contrasting your cold, undead body. You nearly wanted to melt into her arms.

When was the last time you'd experienced warmth apart from blood and tears? Let alone the warmth of another person?

But this wasn't a time to loose focus. Karlach has already warned Astarion when your secret identities had been revealed. She'd wring your neck for actually trying to bite her now. Sure, you were strong–buy you'd be a fool to think you had a chance against the tiefling.

You're frozen in panic so long that Karlach begins to move, slowly trying to prop herself up with her elbows. She's trying to make sure you don't fall off her...

Though at the realization, her efforts are in vain as you lurch yourself away in horror.

Shit, shit, shit–

"I-I'm sorry. I don't know what came over me. I wasn't in my right mind. I swear I would never... I-I know you said to keep our teeth to o-ourselves..."

Your dead heart pounds, and you're certain she'll snap you in two after this. Why couldn't it have been Gale? Or even Wyll? At least with them you had the chance of survival. With a barbarian like Karlach?

This time, you really were going to die.

You squeeze your eyes shut when she finally rises from her bed and stalks toward you. Slow, purposeful steps. Her eyes are troubled, and you can't fathom why.

That is until she stops you and softly speaks.

"I thought you'd been looking a little tired these days. I shoulda brought it up early, but I know you like your privacy. Y/N..."

There's a beat of silence, and then everything is sweet. Mouthwatering. The scent of blood invades your senses. It's good. So good.

Your head snaps up, and Karlach has her knees bent, thumb out like she's telling you 'good job!' However, what catches your eyes is the cut on it–dripping blood onto the dirt between you two.

"I don't mind sharing...if you don't mind the heat."

It's an amusing sight for Karlach, you're sure, but you'd abandoned your pride long ago.

Well, more like 5 minutes ago–but can you blame a girl when she's starving?

You suck on her thumb like her blood is holy, eager to satiate your hunger. Karlach shivers, and you swear she grits her teeth, but you can't stop.

Her blood is intense, like chugging molten lava straight down your throat. Yet it doesn't actually burn. It tingles, it warms, it... rejuvenates you. Was this what it meant to drink from a thinking creature? Or was Karlach simply the best meal you'd ever had...?

[liminalmemories21]

Does this one light the spark plug lim? 👀

Early days, between S1 and S2 - Carlos takes TK to his favorite art gallery in Austin 👀

He's half listening to Lexi talk about the new frontier of trying to date during COVID when it occurs to him that they've never gone on a date - him and TK, not him and Lexi. He pauses halfway to taking a bite of his sandwich and Lexi stops talking to stare at him. "I didn't know you cared that much Reyes."

He rolls his eyes at her because he's been her emergency get out of a bad date call more than once, and she grins. "What'd you just remember? Did you leave the milk out?"

He shakes his head. "I realized I've never taken TK on a date."

She lifts her eyebrows. "TK, your boyfriend? That TK?" She takes another bite of her sandwich. "You landed that without a date? Tell me your ways, Oh Mystical One."

He huffs a breath. "I don't recommend our process." She make a skeptical noise, and then a call comes in for them over the radio and the discussion gets shelved.

He thinks about it on the way home though. They'd gone to darts at the bar, and that was kind of a date. Sort of. But also not really. And, more specifically they haven't gone on a date since they became official, since they lay on the hood of his car and TK took his hand and called them a team. The 126 comes over to his condo for game night, and he's been to the Strand's for dinner with TK's parents, and TK sleeps in his bed more nights than he doesn't, but they've never gone on a date. There are reasons. The world shut down barely a week after the solar flares hit, and even if there'd been anywhere to go they'd both been too exhausted and too haunted by the world falling apart around them to even think about a date.

But things have settled now, some at least. COVID is still the headline in the newspaper every day, but it's possible to think about something else now, just making it though the shift doesn't require every part of his energy anymore. He has the breathing room to think about a date.

He hasn't exactly been on enough dates to have a usual. And, none of the things that are traditional date material are really an option at the moment anyway. All the restaurants he'd daydreamed about taking TK to are still take-out only, and even if he wanted to take TK to a club on a date - which he doesn't, he wants a different kind of intimate - they're closed.

It leaves him stuck for days, thinking it over while he patrols. It isn't until he's idling at a traffic light outside the LINE hotel staring up at the Women's Votes mural that he has a stroke of genius. He remembers early - when every moment with TK over lunch or dinner at taco stands felt stolen and chancy - the way that TK would stop to look at any gratified street art they came past, the way he'd cock his head and pause.

It takes him another week to figure it out, and then another week to wait for a day when they're both off with no commitments. He won't tell TK where they're going or what they're doing, just tells him it's a surprise, and to wear comfortable shoes.

TK spends the evening trying to wheedle and then seduce it out of him, and Carlos devotes himself to fucking him until TK's barely able to remember his name. He feeds TK scrambled eggs and buttered toast and grapefruit for breakfast and does not let the way TK moans around buttery bread distract him from his plans for the day.

He drives them across the South Congress bridge and eases his car into a space just barely large enough to fit it, and flushes when TK whistles low. "Nothing sexier than a man who can parallel park in one move, baby."

They wander down South Congress hand-in hand, detouring down side streets as they catch a glimpse of color that promises a hidden treasure. They pause for coffee, and then for nachos, and then ice cream. TK stops to say hello to almost every dog they pass, and hoists two small children up so that they can write a wish on the Chalkboard on Elizabeth Street and Carlos trades helplessly charmed smiles with their mother. She leans against a tree watching and says quietly. "He's a keeper."

He nods agreement. "That's the plan."

It's winding into late afternoon by the time they make it back to the car, footsore and a little burned from the late autumn sun. TK waits until they're in the car before he leans over the gearshift to kiss Carlos slow and soft. It's not chaste, but it's sweet and heavy with an emotion neither one of them has named out loud yet but he thinks they both feel.

When he pulls back Carlos licks his lips, chasing the taste of TK and the tamarind jarritos he'd bought on the way back to the car. "Does that mean it was a good date?"

TK rubs a thumb over his cheekbone. "Best last first date I ever hope to go on."

[mj-iza-writer]

Whumptober Day 27

"You drew stars around my scars, but now I'm bleeding" / Matches / Scars / "Let me see."

Whumper came home for a quick bite before continuing their nightly vampiric fun.

"Whumpee come here", they commanded, "Blood Bag, I need your neck", they yelled sarcastically.

Whumper quickly checked the rooms.

Their glowing eyes darkened in frustration. They slammed several doors on their way out of the house, managing to break a mirror.

Whumpee quickly darted through the night crowds. They interweaved with the drug users and the erotic dancers, anything they could do to mask their scent.

They tucked a few pieces of trash in their pockets and kept running.

They were about to round a corner when a foot came out of nowhere. Whumpee tripped and fell to the ground on their stomach. They gasped trying to catch their breath

"What are you doing?", a familiar voice asked as their hand reached down and grabbed a fist full of hair, and lifted Whumpee up.

Whumpee winced and quickly stood to their feet, following the direction their hair was being pulled.

"Please don't", Whumpee gasped, and reached for the person's wrist.

"Don't what, punish you?", the person pulled Whumpee's head to their own lips to whisper in their ear, "I give you freedom in my home, and you use that to run away. Do you want to be tied to the chair again? That will make you a lot easier for me to access, I don't have to let you be free in my house, I'm doing that to be nice."

"Please, I'm sorry", Whumpee winced as their hair was tugged around.

"We are going to walk home now, got it", Whumper hissed, "if you make a scene and draw attention to us, I will kill everyone there. That will be a lot of blood on your hands."

Whumper released their grip on Whumpee, "do I make myself clear."

"Yes", Whumpee was on the verge of tears.

"Walk then", Whumper pointed, then followed.

Whumpee whimpered as they both walked through the crowd of people. They kept their eyes to the ground, not wanting to put others in danger.

Once home, Whumper pushed Whumpee into a chair and tied them down.

"Please I won't run", Whumpee sobbed.

"It's almost morning, you'll sleep here so I know I won't have any surprises when I wake up", Whumper finished a knot.

"I come home to get a drink, and you're gone. I waste the rest of my night hunting you down", Whumper ranted, "I literally, just, you have everything you need. Food, water, clothes, everything you require. Your living condition is more than fair. Better than most blood slaves I've seen."

"It's not enough when you are forced to be a slave, and to be fed from", Whumpee glared at Whumper, "I don't want this life, I want my old life."

Whumper groaned and rubbed their face, "that life doesn't exist anymore, you sold yourself."

Whumpee looked down sadly.

"Exactly", Whumper crossed their arms, "you sold yourself, don't make me out to be the bad guy, I'm only trying to survive. You willingly signed your life away, and I paid for you."

Whumpee felt their eyes tear up. Unfortunately, that was the truth, and they hated every bit of it. They looked down at the floor.

Whumper rolled their eyes, "I'm sorry to bring up such a touchy subject, but you've really pissed me off tonight. Remember, I don't have to do nice things for you. I just have to keep you alive."

"Why do you then, you make that threat daily, why do you", Whumpee stated.

"Because I actually think about you and your needs", Whumper collapsed on the couch, "plus your blood doesn't taste good when your miserable."

"I'm sorry", Whumpee mumbled, "for running away."

Whumper sighed, "there's a start at least."

"Are you going to feed from me, ma-master?", Whumpee shook.

"Yes, though you smell like the streets, which isn't that appealing", Whumper sighed.

Whumper went behind Whumpee and pushed their hair to the side. Their neck was covered in scars from their feedings.

"I only need a little", Whumper stated before sinking their fangs into Whumpee's neck.

"Ymph", Whumpee grimaced as the fangs went into their skin. You never truly get used to that sensation.

Whumper took a few gulps, then sighed.

"Okay, I don't know what you walked through, but I need you to shower. *snif snif* gag, pronto... ", Whumper groaned, and held their nose, "you smell so bad."

"Oh", Whumpee tried to reach for their pockets, but remembered they were tied down, "I put some trash in my pockets to cover my scent."

"Really, you were that desperate", Whumper frowned, and reached for Whumpee's pockets, "am I that bad?"

"You are so disgusting", Whumper gagged when they pulled out the trash, "shower now, I'll dispose of this."

Whumpee couldn't hide a grin while Whumper untied them.

"I'm glad you're amused", Whumper complained.

"Whumper's one weakness, their senses are stronger than they should be", Whumpee rubbed their wrist.

"Tell me about it", Whumper carried the trash like it was the plague, "shower now, you can have breakfast after. We'll go to bed soon after that."

Whumpee hurried to the bathroom, quick enough not to see the broken glass on the floor.

They screamed as their bare foot flayed open.

Whumper came running.

They smelt the blood before they saw it.

"Shit, I must have broken the mirror when I was looking for you", Whumper hurried to lift Whumpee up and carry them into the bathroom, "let me see", he pulled Whumpee's foot into view.

Whumpee shook trying not to scream as Whumper licked the blood.

"Let's let my saliva do its thing. The bleeding should stop shortly, plus it's being disinfected", Whumper looked over the Whumpee's foot, "I'm glad no glass got stuck."

Whumpee sobbed, "it hurts, Whumper it really hurts."

"I-I know Whumpee, I'm sorry", Whumper looked at the foot again, "the bleeding is stopping so that good, we will have to keep it cleaned. Never say I don't do anything nice, because I just licked your nasty foot."

Whumpee gave a small smile as tears fell down their face, "I guess you won't have to worry about me running away for a while."

"I guess not", Whumper sighed, "I don't think you'll be walking around for a while. You got yourself pretty deep."

Whumpee whimpered, "I think my adrenaline is going down, im about to pass o...."

Whumper pulled them close as they went unconscious, "you lost more blood than I would have liked. Your body caught up with you."

Whumpee's smell migrated into Whumper's senses.

"I guess I'm giving you a bath", Whumper sighed, "there's no way I'm allowing you to smell like this", Whumper rested Whumpee on the bathroom floor, and went to prepare the tub, "a bath might help your body a little anyways."

Whumpee made small noises as Whumper cleaned them, and dressed them.

Whumpee woke up two hours later on the couch. They found a note by their hand.

"I went ahead and gave you a bath while you were unconscious. Your foot is cleaned and bandaged and should heal on its own. Try not to use it too much while I'm asleep, at least. I had to go to my coffin. I'll be up at the normal time. I left some snacks and drinks for you and some other things to entertain you so you wouldn't get up, so please rest. Lastly, I cleaned the glass and blood up, so hopefully no more accidents. I'll see you when the sun goes down, Whumper."

Whumpee reached for a snack and squirmed into the couch to get comfortable.

Their foot throbbed a little at the movements.

They winced, and wiped a stray tear.

"Pain in the neck", they sighed, "pun intended."

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[captainlunaxmen]

The Lady and the Lord

Chapter 13 final.

Eddie munson x fem!reader

This is a repost since the old blog doesn't work anymore. 🥰

Chapter summary: time to meet everyone

Chapter warnings: spoiler season 4, insecurities and.. Eddie being a sweetie pie.

I wake up with a sweet coming from the kitchen, I sit up on the couch and immediately notice that Eddie isn't beside me, so I get up and walk to the kitchen.

There I find Eddie, focused on not burning the pancakes.

"Shit" I hear him mutter.

"Need a hand?" I ask and he turns around.

"You weren't supposed to be awake now" he simply tells me turning back around to his pancakes.

"Why not?" I ask laughing.

"Because I wanted yo spoil you, bring you breakfast to bed... or better, couch" he chuckles. "Go lay back down"

"Oh c'mon. I'm up, let me help" I offer.

"Lay. Back. Down." He repeats "I won't argue on this, my love. Let me spoil you"

"Fine" I laugh and walk back to the couch waiting for him.

"Pretend to be surprised!" He screams.

"Want me to pretend to be still asleep too?" I joke laughing.

"That would be perfect, m'lady"

"Oh god" I mutter as I lay back down and closing my eyes.

I hear him walking into the living room to the couch.

"Love? Wake up" he clearly jokes, trying to hold back a laugh.

"Fuve minutes" I turn to the other side.

"Okay, you can stop" he chuckles.

"I'm sleeping.. ssh" I tell him.

I then hear him putting the tray on the small table in front of the couch then nothing.

Suddenly his hands are on me tickling my sides.

"Okay... stop!" I say between laugher "stop! I'm awake"

"You sure, love?" He mocks "you don't look like it"

"I am, I promise" I tell him trying to catch his hands to stop him and he does end his assault.

"Mh" he considers me for a moment "alright. You convinced me" he sits beside me with a grin.

"You're terrible" I tell him.

"Oh I hope so" he grab the tray back. "Here, for my love"

I look at what he made: lots... lots of pancakes, some chocolate, two cups of coffee and some fruit.

"You're definitely spoiling me" I chuckle.

"That was my point" he states. "as a thank you. And don't try say I don't have to. I already told you I do" he smiles at me, grabbing my hand.

"Fine.." I start "Fine.. you're welcome" I tell him and he smile triumphant

"Let's eat, love" he takes one slice of apple and move it to my lips.

"Are you gonna feed me too?" I ask with a smile.

"Just taking care of you" he grins.

I take the slice in my mouth and, as I'm chewing it, I can't help but look at him cutting a piece of pancake. He's so sweet, all this time with him just made me even more confused on why people labelled him as a freak... as dangerous, he's such a pure soul.

As soon as he turns to face me I kiss him.

I took him off guard, making him drop the fork on the tray, but he kisses me back soon enough.

I move my hand to cup his cheek.

"What was that about?" He asks when we pull apart.

"Nothing... just... I love you" I tell him, looking down.

He gently move my chin up to look at him and he kisses me again.

The kiss gets more heated and Eddie is forced to move the tray on the table once again, all while not breaking the kiss.

Hands moving everywhere. In his hair, on my hips, under his shirt and mine. Caressing and grabbing every possible inch of our bodies.

I make him sit straight, back again the couch and I get on top of him.

"Is it okay?" I ask.

"You joking? It's more than okay" he immediately goes back at kissing me. So I grab his hands and move them to my ass, earning a groan from him.

"You're killing me, m'lady" he tell me moaning.

"Wanna do something about it?" I grin.

His eyes widen, a smirk slowly growing on his face.

He start to stand up, wrapping my legs around his waist, changing position. He's on top of me now.

"Let's see how cocky you get now" he starts to kiss and bite my neck.

Fuck... this man...

"Still with me, m'lady?" He asks as if he hasn't just fucked me in almost every room of this house.

"I guess" I chuckle.

"Glad I can satisfy you" he smirks at me.

"I will not busting your ego" I warn him.

"Don't worry" He stands up walking to the bathroom "your moans did it just fine"

He runs into the bathroom dodging a pillow I was throwing at him.

I roll my eyes and put back on my clothes.

Then all of a sudden I hear Dustin's voice from the radio on my nightstand and with shaky legs I walk to answer.

"Hello?"

"Y/n!!" Dustin basically screams.

"Dusty, you know I can hear you, right?"

"Yeah yeah, we're all be there in 10, okay?"

"What? Why?"

"You said you would've called her!" He yells at someone.

"I was ar work!"

Of course it was Steve.. I chuckle, "What's happening?"

"Max's awake"

"What? I swear Dustin if you're messing with me..."

"Do you think I would joke about something like this?"

"But how is she? How do you know?"

"Lucas called! You better be ready, we're almost there"

And then he turns the radio off.

"Wait.. shit"

I quickly change in something.... that doesn't smell...

"Eddie!"

"Yes, love?" He walks out of the bathroom.

"Max's awake"

He just looks at me, shocked.

"Really?"

"Yes! Dustin and Steve are coming here to take us all to see her" I tell him

"Great" he immediately search for something clean to wear.

Once we are all dressed and clean we wait for Steve's car to arrive.

Once we arrive at the hospital we all rush to Max's room, conveniently ignoring the nurses calling us.

Once we enter we already find Lucas, Mike, Will and El, still in disguise obviously.

"Hey" we greet them.

Dustin rushes to hug Max.

"Hey" I say as I walk to her.

"You scared us, Mayfield" Steve tells her.

I hug her as soon as Dustin lets go.

"Yeah... got pretty scared myself" she answers.

"How do you feel?" I ask, letting Steve hug her too.

"Not bad, to be honest. I can see.. which is encouraging. My legs and arms still feel numb, but the doctors are positive I'll be able to use them soon enough" she explains.

"As soon as you're fine we're having a big party" Steve suggests.

"Oh most definitely" Mike agrees and Dustina and Lucas nod vigorously.

"Fine by me" Max says "but I want Y/n's cake"

"Aahh already asking for stuff, uh?" I raise my eyebrows at her "Yeah, guys, she's fine"

"Well... I'd ask for your cake too" Dustin shrugs.

"I know, Dusty" I laugh wrapping an arm around him.

"Hey" Max nods at Eddie "heard you got hurt too"

"Yeah.. well.. nothing compared to.. this" he says motioning to her.

"Yeah... but still."

"Thankfully you're both okay" Lucas chimes in.

Eddie nods with a nervous smile, then his gaze falls to El sitting on the bed with Max.

"Sorry, hi. I'm El." She stands up and holds her hand out.

"Eddie. Nice to finally meet you" he says shaking her hand.

"So you're Y/n's boyfriend?" She casually asks.

"So it's official?!" Mike exclaims.

"Finally, man!" Lucas cheers.

"You got a boyfriend?" Will asks shocked.

"Yeah.. yeah calm down kids." He tells them firmly then turns back to El "Yeah.. that's me"

"Treat her right" she tells him seriously.

"Alright, how about we let Max rest. We can come back another time... and not in this big group" I get in between them.

"And don't worry, my mom's coming soon" Max agrees. She definitely need some rest, poor thing... After all she's been through having to deal with all of us it's a lot.

When everyone agrees we say goodbye to Max and walk out of the room.

"Is she the one with superpowers?" Eddie whispers to me.

"Yes" I chuckle.

"Holy shit" He mutters.

I laugh and link my arm in his as we all walk out of the hospital.

"What should we do when they let her go home?" Dustin asks as soon as we're outside.

"Let her breath?" Steve says sarcastically.

"C'mon!" Dustin insists.

"We should just ask her what she wants to do." Will says.

"Definitely" I agree.

"We already know she wants your cake... so... bake a big one" Lucas adds.

"What kind of cake are we talking about exactly?" Eddie finally asks.

"Oh man... you're in for an experience" Dustin almost moans remembering when he ate it.

"Okay, now that's an exaggeration" I laugh and then turn to Eddie "it's a simple red velvet... but blue"

"What? 'A simple red velvet' !? That's pure divine nectar!" Dustin corrects me and everyone else nods in agreement, making Eddie laugh.

"She puts chocolate chips in it AND a white chocolate cream covering it" Mike explains.

"Sounds good" Eddie nods.

"Not only 'good', dude... trust me" Steve chimes in.

"Oh my... fine! I'll bake a big freaking cake. But no one is allowed to taste it before Max" I warn and they nod.

"I could help" Eddie offers as we walk back to Steve's car.

"You don't ha-"

"I want to" he stops me with a smile.

"Fine... there's no arguing here, uh?" I chuckle and he nods proudly, then I turn to Mike, El, Will and Lucas. "You guys need a ride or...?"

"My mom's picking us up, don't worry" Lucas tells me.

"Sure?" Steve asks.

"Yeah yeah, don't worry guys" Lucas reassure him.

"Alright alright" Steve shrugs "see ypu later guys"

"Uh.. Y/n?" El calls me. "Dad said he wants to have dinner... all of us" She nods towards Eddie.

"Fuck" I hear him whisper.

"When?" I ask El.

"Tonight.. he'll help me get to Joyce House and all of us will have dinner there" she tells me.

"Okay... yeah... that's fine" I nod and she smiles.

"Great"

"Mom is... very excited to meet him" Will then adds.

"Fuck.." Eddie repeats and I gently grab his hand.

"Thank you guys. We'll see you tonight then"

We get back into Steve's car with him and Dustin.

"Oohh you'll meet the parents" Dustin teases.

"Shut up" Eddie tells him, fidgeting with his hands.

"It's gonna be fine, Eddie" I try to reassure him.

"Yeah, I mean the worst thing that could happen is that Hopper's gonna hate you." Steve shrugs, trying to joke.

"Oh fuck.. he is gon a hate me" Eddie mutters hiding behind his hands.

"No, he isn't" I tell him firmly "and Steve?"

"Yes, honey?"

"Shut the fuck up, will you? You too Dustin"

They mumble a small 'sorry' before focusing their attention on the road.

Eddie doesn't speak all the way to my house and once we are back home, he immediately go to his bag and takes out everything he can get his hands on.

"Eddie?" I ask as I watch him "what are you doing?"

"Looking for something decent to wear" he simply answers.

"Everything is fine."

"No it's not. I mean... I don't want them to hate me" he sadly says, it's almost like he already accepted the fact that they will hate him.

He keeps looking at his clothes frantically so I walk to him and stop him, gently taking his hands in mine.

"Listen to me, okay?" I lead him to the couch and we both sit "even if you were to go to that dinner with an expensive suit, bringing an even more expensive wine. This... won't make them like you more, what's they're gonna like you for is how you treat me and the person that you actually are."

"I know I said I was ready to meet Hopper... but fuck.. I think I underestimated the thing" he nervously says.

"You have nothing to worry about. I promise you. Hopper will try to intimidate you, but only to affirm his position as father, I know he likes you already. And Joyce.. oh she's gonna love you. I know that" I gently squeeze his hands.

"Are you sure?" He finally looks at me.

"Positive" I smile.

"Fuck..." he leans his head on the couch "I'm so stupid"

"No you're not" I tell him.

"Oh yes I am" he laughs, then turns serious again "should I bring something? Flowers? Beers?"

"Okay okay, calm down. How about a shower, we just relax for a while and then together we're going to buy some flowers?"

He considers me for a moment then nods "Yeah... shower.. sounds perfect"

"Let's go then" I stand up and hold my hand out for him to take.

"You mean together?" He asks surprised.

"Yeah" I simply say.

"You're playing with fire, m'lady" he stands up too, takes my hand and, basically, drags me upstairs.

"Maybe we can say I'm sick or something and just... postpone?" Eddie suggests as we walk closer and closer to Joyce's house.

"And just prolong your torture, my lord?" I chuckle as we stop in front of the door.

"Yeah.. I mean... shit"

"It's gonna a be fine, Eddie. Trust me. I'll be with you all the time" I give his hand a small squeeze.

"Please, don't leave me alone with Hopper" he begs.

"Oh c'mon, big guy. Everyone's gonna love you" I finally say and knock the door, Eddie takes a deep breath and just hold my hand tighter.

The door finally opens and Joyce appears on the other side.

"Hey!" She instantly hugs me. "Hi, you must be Eddie. It's so nice meeting you" she moves to give Eddie a big hug.

"This are for you, ma'am" Eddie nervously says once the hug was over.

"Oh.. thank you so much, sweetheart. C'mon let's go inside and call me Joyce" she moves to the side to let us in.

We arrive in the living room with everyone else.

"Y/n!" El runs to me.

Then Jonathan and will quickly follow, greeting both me and Eddie.

"How's it going man?" Jonathan asks.

"Scared shitless" Eddie says simply.

"Good" Hopper voice comes from the kitchen before his tall figure comes into view.

Eddie immediately goes rigid, I walk to greet Hop with a hug.

"Be nice to him. Please"

"Told you. No promises"

We let go of each other and he slowly walks to Eddie.

"Hey kid" he says holding out his hand.

"Evening, sir" Eddie almost stutters as he shakes Hopper's hand.

They look at each other for some time.

Eddie's visibly confused and scared. Hop has a triumphant grin on his face. I look at El who just sends me a small amused smile.

"Okay, okay, stop scaring him." Thankfully Joyce comes to the rescue "dinner's ready"

"Thank you Joyce" I mouth at her and she sweetly smile.

I quickly walk to Eddie, holding his hand and with everyone we go sit ready to eat dinner.

"He hates me" he whispers to me.

"He doesn't. He's just trying to scare you, to tease you a bit. He's enjoying his new fatherly figure" I tell him.

"It's true. He's never been like this with Mike" El explains, trying to reassure him.

"Yeah, with Mike you could clearly see he was holding back and pretending to like him" I add.

"I don't know how comforting that is" Eddie mutters.

"You're doing fine, man. Really" Jonathan tells him.

Eddie only nods.

"Just be yourself, love" I whisper to him.

"Here we go!" Joyce announces as she brings what looks like meatloaf, followed by Hopper with the salad.

The dinner goes on rather calmly.

We all talk about everything that happened here in Hawkins, both paranormal and normal, and they talk about they're life in California.

Eddie managed to calm down and bring out his amazing personality and I can see Hopper sending me a proud and happy look.

After dinner, at some point they start to talk to each other about bands. I'm helping Joyce washing the dishes, before dessert.

"He likes him" she tells me.

I turn to peek at them and see them animatedly talking and I smile, content.

"Yeah, I knew he would've"

"He seems really nice. Very sweet too"

"You have no idea how scared he was before walking here" I chuckle.

"Really?" She asks.

"Terrified. Completely terrified" I nod "ready to fake an illness to postpone"

"Oh poor boy. Actually... don't tell him I said it, Jim was nervous too" she whispers to me.

"No way!"

"Oh yes. He spent the day trying to look 'younger' because he wanted your boyfriend to think he was a cool dad, you know" she tells me.

"Ooh... I'll definitely tease him for it" I laugh.

"So will I"

We then grabs the dessert, a deliciously looking chocolate cheesecake, and get back to the others.

"It looks really good" Eddie says as I sit next to him.

Joyce cut some slices of the cake and Hopper helps her giving away the plates.

"Thank you, sir" Eddie says once Hop hands him the plate.

"Call me Jim, kid" he simply says catching everyone off guard, Eddie stares at him afraid he heard him wrong. Hop then, realising we're all staring at him, looks at us confused.

"What's wrong?" He chuckles with his mouth full "did I say something wrong?"

"Not at all" I say and everyone nods in agreement.

"Shit.." I hear Eddie whisper to himself.

"See? Nothing to worry about" I whisper to him.

We chat some more and now it's time to get home. We say goodbye to everyone and then Joyce and Hop walk us to the front door.

"Thank you so much, Joyce. Dinner was amazing" I say to her.

"Oh don't worry, sweetheart, you're welcome here anytime" she says hugging me.

"It was really good, especially the cake" Eddie adds.

"I'll give you the recipe" she hugs him.

"Do you two need a ride?" Hopper asks wrapping an arm around Joyce.

"Nah, we're good. We'll walk" I tell him.

"Alright. I tried" I raise both hands in surrender.

I hug him whispering a small 'thank you' .

After we pull apart he smiles down at me.

"It was a pleasure meeting you, Eddie" he goes to shake Eddie's hand.

"Pleasure all mine" he replies.

"I know you'll treat her right." He states and Eddie just sigh in relief "but just know.." he gets closer to him and Eddie just holds his breath "she can use a shotgun"

Eddie just laugh, relieved.

"I know... she saved my ass with that" he says.

"You saved mine, shut up" I nudge him.

"Take care of each other, kids" Hop smiles and we walk out of the door, walking towards home.

"Told you it wad gonna be fine" Eddie says as a matter of fact.

"Oh you did, didn't you?" I laugh, then I stop making him turn to look at me

"What's wrong?" He asks me.

"Just... I love you" I tell him leaning up to kiss him.

"I love you too" he says back and we start to walk again "now... It's your turn"

"Uh?"

"You gotta meet my uncle... properly" he says.

"Oh shit" I whisper making him laugh.

Me and Eddie are waiting at the diner for Wayne to arrive too and I'm playing with my rings.

"It's gonna be fine, love" Eddie softly tells me.

"Don't quote myself back to me" I reply.

"Well it's true. It was true with your father, it's gon a be true today too" he put his hand on mine to stop me from fidgeting.

"What if, hear me out, what if we-"

"No no no, m'lady, he's gon a love you. He already does." He squeeze my hands reassuringly.

"Okay. Okay. Yeah... it's gonna be fine..." I say, more to myself than to him.

"Here you are" Wayne's voice snaps me out of my thoughts.

"Hey man" Eddie greets his uncle.

"Hello, sir"

"Oh no need for formalities, call me Wayne." He tells me as he sits "Eddie here talked so much about you, it's like I already know you"

"C'mon... I didn't talk so much" Eddie tries to defend himself.

"No, you're right... it was worse than that" he says looking at me, making me laugh. All nervousness disappears all of a sudden.

"Really?" I ask.

"No, don't ask him" Eddie tries to stop me, but too late Wayne was ready to tell me everything Eddie said.

We spent the lunch eating and embarrassing Eddie. Wayne told me how dreamy Eddie looked after our project meeting, he told me about how Eddie told him everytime I happened to smile at him at school.

Eddie then excused himself to go to the bathroom leaving me and his uncle alone.

"He looks really happy" he told me.

"I hope so"

"He does. He was never lucky with these things. He had hook-ups yes, but love? Nah... not with his parents, nor with anyone else." He speaks softly looking at me with, what seems, gratitude "but everytime he spoke about you... I could see his eyes light up. To be honest, I was afraid you could've broken his heart, so was he. I don't know what happened exactly, but... I'm glad he had the balls to confess his feelings for you."

"We both had to grow some balls and tell each other." I tell him with a small smile "I was afraid too. I'm not very good with people... but he always managed to make feel at ease. But I was still afraid it was only in my head. He's such an amazing man. All thanks to you too, I'm sure"

"Oh.. well.. that was my hope" he, almost timidly, says and I can see his eyes watering a little.

"You should be proud of yourself, sir.. uh, Wayne. He's like this also because of you"

As I say it Eddie comes back.

"Did you two make fun of me enough?" He asks as he sits back down.

"Of course" I chuckle.

"You crying, uncle?" Eddie then asks his uncle.

"I'm just proud of you, son. And she's an amazing girl" he answers.

"I know" Eddie looks at me proudly "the most amazing girl in all Hawkins"

"You're not so bad yourself"

The lunch went on with laughters and more anecdotes about Eddie's childhood.

Wayne then insisted on driving us home.

"Thank you so much, you didn't have to.. you already paid for lunch" I tell Wayn once we got out of the car.

"Don't mention it. It was my pleasure." He waves me off.

"Next time I'll cook. Okay?"

"Okay okay. I see there's no arguing here. I accept" he replies with a laugh.

"Perfect"

"Bye Uncle. Thank you again" Eddie thanks him and we walk back home.

As soon as we enter Eddie's on me, pushing me against the door and his lips on mine.

"Told you" he says once he pulls away.

"Oh shut up" I roll my eyes.

"As my lady commands" he kisses me again.

I push him away slightly.

"What's gotten into you, uh, my lord?" I tease him.

"Just need you, love" he looks at me with those beautiful puppy eyes "need you so badly"

"Let's go upstairs then"

He lift me up and brings me upstairs to my bedroom.

"Eager, uh?" I tease him once he drops me on the bed.

"For you? Always" he kisses me. Again. And again. And again.

"I love you... I love you so fucking much, m'lady" he tells me, looking down at me.

"I love you too, my lord. Very very much" I reply.

I never thought I'd be so lucky. Never.

Yet, here I am, being loved by such a wonderful man.

Now everything is, at last, going to be fine.

[grimalkinmessor]

afo/yoichi, horror, sweets 🍭

AFOFA/Horror/Sweets

———

"You have to let me go."

Takashi hums, plucking a cute pink mochi off the counter and taking a bite. It's strawberry. "You're beginning to sound like a broken record."

Yoichi stares at him, mouth twisted into a frown. Predictably, he repeats, "You have to let me go."

The mochi is delicious, as always. Yoichi has always been a wonderful little chef. These might even be more elegantly made than the last time his brother graced him with them.

Well, when handling ice cream, Takashi thinks that a lack of body heat might help.

Yoichi's fingertips are an icy sort of blue. The pale flush that used to tint his skin, his lips, his hands, has been drained away to make way for an ashen gray complexion. At night, when Takashi cradles him against his chest and kisses him sweetly, he's as cold as snow.

Takashi doesn't mind.

The silence of Yoichi's once lively heart is nothing compared to the silence the lack of his presence incites. Takashi had known that the revenant Quirk he'd acquired would come in clutch one day, even with all that drivel the original owner had spouted about vengeful ghosts—he'd never regret calling Yoichi back.

Even if his complaints do become repetitive after a while.

"I don't belong here," Yoichi insists. Another familiar protest.

"Anywhere I am is where you belong," Takashi dismisses, selecting a soft brown mochi—salted caramel, if he's not mistaken—and bringing it up to Yoichi's mouth. "Here."

Yoichi's brow furrows in frustration, but it's not the same sort of fiery anger that once would've gripped him. Death seems to have mellowed him. Takashi supposes the myth of emotions residing in the heart must have a ring of truth to it.

Still, Yoichi parts his lips and bites into the sweet, incisors glancing off the tips of Takashi's fingers. His teeth have grown rather sharp as of late.

Yoichi chews and swallows mechanically, allowing Takashi to feed him the rest of the mochi before turning his head away. Takashi knows that Yoichi can't taste proper food anymore, that even his favorite flavors taste like ash in his mouth. Still, Takashi enjoys the act of feeding him, of feeling his lips move and his tongue flit across the pads of Takashi's fingers in a habitual instinct to gather the crumbs of things he can no longer appreciate.

"I've long accepted the fact that expecting you to be grateful for the things I do for you is a losing battle, even for something as poignant as giving you life," Takashi drawls, biting into another mochi with a pleased noise. Licking ice cream from his fingers, Takashi glances at Yoichi through his lashes and smiles wryly. "But do try to understand that I did it because I love you."

"You always say that," Yoichi says softly, retreating a bit so he can look out the window. He can't see much; it's raining outside, and the glass is fogged.

Hooking his arm around Yoichi's thin waist, Takashi pulls him away from the window and against his chest, an old paranoia striking through him. He cups Yoichi's jaw in his hand, drawing him up into a kiss. Yoichi goes easily, a breath like winter peat feathering against Takashi's mouth as he sighs.

Content, Takashi pulls back and waves a hand to banish the mochi to the freezer, using a Quirk to banish all the ingredients used to make them back into their proper places. Rubbing his thumb across Yoichi's cheek, hand tight against his hip, Takashi murmurs, "Come sit with me."

Yoichi's hands curl tightly in Takashi's shirt, cutting his collar into the back of his neck in a small jerk, sharp but brief. It's rather unclear whether the motion was meant to hurt Takashi, or to bring him closer. With how contradictory his brother has always been, Takashi wouldn't be surprised if it were both.

He doesn't grant Yoichi time to respond, merely sweeping them both into the living room, where he can sit in the arm chair next to the fireplace, Yoichi tucked in next to him, and feel the heat warm his brother's skin to something almost human. Yoichi huffs as he's cradled close again, his head tucked snugly beneath Takashi's chin, but that's all the protest he gives. He sits quietly and lets Takashi hold him, his whitened eyes falling shut as Takashi begins to card his fingers through his hair.

"You're not ever going to let me go, are you?" Yoichi whispers after a moment, a minute, an hour of quiet.

"No," Takashi whispers back, fisting Yoichi's hair in his hand. It's not even a question. Not even a thought in his mind.

Yoichi's hand falls to rest, clawed, over Takashi's heart. When he speaks, he sounds solemn. "You can't keep me forever, aniki. Everything ends. Everything dies."

"But not you," Takashi muses, pressing a smile into the crown of Yoichi's head. "Not for a good long while yet."

Yoichi doesn't respond. He merely slides his hand up, fingers brushing the side of Takashi's neck, cold and unbreathing. Filled with longing, as he always is, for things that will only bring him ruin.

Takashi hums, closing his eyes, and tracks the slow creep of warmth that spreads across Yoichi's body. He's not sure when he falls asleep, only that he does, because when he wakes, the sun has fully set and Yoichi is nowhere to be seen.

But Takashi doesn't panic. He smells coffee and tea brewing in the kitchen, hears the soft padding of socked feet across tile floor and the ceramic clink of glassware being shuffled around. And sure enough, Yoichi eventually emerges with two cups and a plate balanced in his elbow. He doesn't have the same grace he once did, but he's very careful with movements, making sure not to drop anything.

When he sees Takashi awake, he pauses, but comes forward anyway. He sets the plate and green mug on the table next to the armchair, before retreating to sit on the floor with his back to the fireplace, his own pink mug of iced tea cradled in both hands.

Pleasantly surprised, Takashi looks over the plate to see the rest of the mochi crowded upon it, the coffee in his cup flat white, just how he likes it. "Feeling affectionate?"

"I want to make popsicles," Yoichi says quietly. "I need the freezer space."

"Of course," Takashi laughs. There's not much else for Yoichi to do now but read and cook, after all. He sips his coffee, plucking up a sweet with what seems to be chocolate syrup drizzled on top, but upon touching his tongue tastes more like black sesame. An odd combination, but not unpleasant. "I just had one of Ujiko's interns buy strawberries, you can use those. I know y—" Takashi cuts off as his vision suddenly begins to swim, spots blooming across his eyes. Vertigo swarms him, and he attempts to stand, alarmed, but topples to the ground in a heap when his legs fail him.

Yoichi watches him, impassive. He sets his tea aside and lays down in front of Takashi to meet his eyes. Panicked red locks with cloudy green, and Yoichi smiles.

"Everything dies, aniki. Even you."

"You didn't—" Takashi gasps, his lungs constricting. He has Quirks that spare him from poisons, he has Quirks that flush his blood. "You...can't have..."

"The power you used to revive me has some side effects," Yoichi murmurs. "You are surrounded by ghosts, Takashi. They whispered to me, told what I could do. I used my blood."

Vengeful ghosts, the original owner had said.

Takashi can't do more than pant and stare as Yoichi reaches out and runs cold fingers through his hair. It's—absurd. Takashi can't help but laugh.

"I didn't want to," Yoichi breathes, his strength weakening with Takashi's. "But it's like you said."

Takashi's breath rattles, shallow and faltering, and as his vision fades he begins to see. Figures coalesce all around them, rising up like rearing snakes, faces twisted and angry and mourning at the corners of his vision.

"Anywhere I am is where you belong," Yoichi whispers.

They take their last breath together, before the ghosts come crashing.

———

[spider-mancan]

vampire tony!? i wrote some

tony stark never minded being in the spotlight -- even enjoys it, in some ways -- but it does make being a whole supernatural creature of the night a little more difficult.

he hasn't killed anyone in decades, and the last time was an accident! and it's his own fault he can't help but fix a broken thing because stark industries is thriving using the technology that he created. if tony actually needed the money, he'd call his life very convenient. but man, if it hard to get a drink in when there are paparazzi on his ass all the time.

tony doesn't have to drink very often. he can go out on a binge once every six weeks or so, longer if he wants to test his self-control, and take the top off of five or six unsuspecting innocents who walk out of their necking weird aroused and otherwise no worse for the wear. most of the time they don't even recognize that something non-human happened, too caught in this stranger getting them off in a club or kissing them in a dark corner.

it's been two months.

not the longest tony has ever gone but he's starting to feel a little manic, a little gaunt, and he doesn't think he'll have good luck trying to pick someone up today when he feels like a string stretched taut, likely to snap. his skin is pale, too cold, dry looking. any lustre he should have seems ashy or washed out. he looks...

tony's eyes flash red in the mirror, fangs tipping over his lower lip because he smells blood in the water.

he looks like a nightmare.

tony doesn't have the luxury of looking around for a snack that suits him. he needs to stave off the thirst now, before things get out of hand.

this is how tony ends up putting on his hat and hoodie, his sneakers, his game face. this is how he ends up following the guy into the alley, shoes quiet even in the puddles. it's the guy's own fault for taking a shortcut so late at night, in this part of town. that's what tony tells himself, when he grabs the kid by the shoulder and turns him around to push him against the brick wall.

it might be the cutest guy tony has seen in a very long time.

his glasses are askew and his hair is wild, curling around his face when it's fallen from the hair gel. he's dressed for the club, and the material of his shirt is so thin tony can see his nipples through the fabric. broad shoulders, muscular beneath tony's hands. plush mouth, open wide in surprise, brown eyes wild with growing fear, and then tony doesn't have the time to think about it anymore. he leans in and sinks his teeth in.

tony didn't always have the best moral compass, but he's doing a lot better these days. that's part of why he feeds so regularly -- it's a lot easier to take just enough if he's not too hungry. a hungry vampire drains humans dry. tony doesn't think he's that hungry, but...

teeth break skin, the most wonderful feeling, and warmth floods tony's mouth. thick, coppery, alive. like a man without water in an open pool. like a beggar given gold. and it tastes divine, better than anything tony can ever remember.

but then the body slumps in his hands and tony has to remember himself because that isn't supposed to happen. even knowing that, it still takes tony a moment to pull away, blood heavy on his tongue.

the guy slides down the wall until tony catches him by the waist. he's completely unconscious.

"oh, fuck." tony sighs. his fingers pull aside the man's collar to get at his pulse, smearing a little blood as the bite heals like a blooming flower in reverse.

badum...badum...

even.

"come on, kid," tony murmurs. he can't just leave this guy here -- there are a lot of monsters out at night and not all of them are half so polite as tony. "wake up." he slaps him on the cheek gently, and then harder.

nothing.

"are you dead?"

no response.

tony's mouth is red but he wipes it against the back of his hand and pulls his hood more firmly over his face. begrudingly he pulls out his phone.

"boss, it hasn't even been an hour," happy grumbles. "my show isn't halfway done."

"i've got a problem," tony tells him, which is a sure-fire way to get happy's complete attention.

ten minutes later, tony is shoving the unconscious club-goer into the back of tony's most discrete sports car. he hopes that whoever this kid's friends are just assume he went out with some lay, a warm body instead of a cold one.

"who is he?" happy asks, and tony hasn't even thought about it.

he digs in the tight pockets of the kid's pants and pulls out a wallet. "peter parker," tony reads, flipping through the personal items with a flick of his wrist. he looks at peter, slumped over. "sleeping beauty, but with more blood."

if tony didn't know better, he'd think peter even looked peaceful, sleeping like that. he has long eyelashes and his skin is brusing where tony bite him like a bad hickey.

"better hope he doesn't remember much in the morning," happy notes, heading off towards stark tower.

tony snorts. "who would believe him?"

[znitsamluv]

𝐓𝐡𝐞 '𝐁𝐨𝐨𝐠𝐢𝐞 𝐌𝐚𝐧'

• Just Sanzu and Ran using the boogie man card on their kids

° Sanzu

• Sanzu as a father is a chaotic ride but hey he is trying!

• Sanzu noticed lately that his 3 old son refuses to go to Sanzu's work place and he was worried that something might have scared him so he went to ask you about it .

• was surprised when you told him that your son is scared of Mikey because he looks like the boogie man he saw on the tv .

• Sanzu saw the opportunity and RAN with it like he would always use that card on your son when he is giving him a hard time when you are not around.

��� " s/n eat your veggies"

" no "

• Sanzu didn't even eat his own veggies and he knew where his son was coming from but Sanzu doesn't have the energy to be scolded by you when you come pick s/n from sanzu's office.

• Sanzu was starting to lose hope when his eyes landed on the phone in front of him before smirking.

• " I'm calling the boogie man if you won't eat your yummy vegetables"

• Sanzu immediately smirked when s/n opened his mouth waiting for Sanzu to feed him , to say Sanzu was proud would be an understatement.

• finally after eating s/n was starting to doze off on Sanzu's lap while he was working when suddenly the office door opened and s/n started screaming and crying the moment his eyes fell on the new comer .

• " THE BOOGIE MANNNNNNN " Sanzu sweat dropped when s/n pointed at Mikey and started crying louder, he looked at his son then Mikey back and forth trying to think of a way to explain himself.

• " I- "

" I don't want to hear it just finish these papers"

• Surprisingly the next day s/n went to work again with snazu but this time he didn't cry because Mikey got him chocolate, Mikey didn't even glance at s/n he just gave him the chocolate and left . It was like a silent peace offering and your son accepted it .

• But s/n refuses to call Mikey anything except for " Boogie man " .

° Ran

• it was 11 in the morning and you left your husband with your daughter and went grocery shopping.

• it was going well at first until Ran couldn't take watching Dora the explorer anymore.

• " Where is the door ? "

" IT IS BEHIND YOU GOD DAMNIT"

• Ran was about to take the remote but your daughter snatched it first and they both held eye contact for a few seconds.

• " d/n honey give me the remote"

• Ran's orders was always obeyed growing up and he had no one that had the courage to tell him 'no' ...... Not until he gave birth to that mini Him .

• " No " . Ran was shocked thag he stared at his daughter for what felt like a minute before repeating the same thing and getting the same answer.

• Ran throught he was slick thinking that he could snatch the remote but D/n noticed and bit his hand before running to the other side of the room.

• " GET BACK HERE NOW "

" NOOOOOOO " .

• Ran went to the home phone and started calling someone.

• " Rin I need you to act like a boogie man and tell d/n to give back the remote"

" Ran this is the third time this week I am not doing that again"

" come on help your big bro , remember that time in 6th grade when- "

" Just put the phone on speaker so I can go back to work already"

• Ran did a small victory dance before calling d/n .

• " THE BOOGIE MAN IS ON THE PHONE AND HE WILL COME EAT YOUR TOES IF YOU DON'T GIVE ME THE REMOTE "

• Rindou sighed as it was his cue to talk as Ran put him on speaker, doing his best to change his voice he starts talking.

• D/n started tearing up and went slowly to Ran and gave him the remote and he gave a her a pat on the head with a cocky smirk .

• " Thank you boogie man d/n is now behaving"

" whatever don't call me again "

• Ran hang up and looked at his daughter expecting an apology but was met with a bite on his leg .

• Ran was about to shout at your daughter when you came home and she ran to you crying telling you how mean Ran was to her .

• Let's just say Ran sulked the rest of the day about how he spoiled d/n too much.

[unicyclehippo]

You’ve been nailing it with these last drabbles! If you’re looking for prompts, taste?

'this is the tree?'

orym looks grave. appropriate. or not, seeing as laudna never got one.

the tempest rests her hand against gnarled bark. smiling, she says, 'this is the sun tree. the sign of whitestone and a very old friend. and-'

'- where she was hanged,' imogen interrupts.

orym, at her knee, sends her a look of... it's not reproach. it's gentler than that. disapproval, maybe.

the tempest blinks. beneath her antlers—imogen can't tell if they're growing out of her head or whether it's a headress—her calm expression twists. still calm but weightier, lined with grief, memory.

'it was a different whitestone. the same tree, but,' her fingers stroke gently along the ridged bark. 'you wouldn't recognise it if you had seen it then. it was dying, like everything else here.'

imogen, too close and too frayed to close her mind, is surprised—angry—to catch sorrow in her thoughts. for the tree. laudna had been hanged - had actually died back then but her sorrow is for the tree?

the tempest continues. 'i am sorry for not warning you. my ability requires a certain type of tree - size, mostly, but age and power doesn't hurt - and this is... well. in closest proximity. we are in a hurry, aren't we?'

imogen wants to tell her that this has nothing to do with her. she bites her tongue instead, hard, and recasts a spell to calm her mind.

green eyes catch the subtle motion of her hand and they sharpen, wary, before recognition blooms. she looks like she wants to say something. imogen sets her chin stubbornly; the tempest looks away first.

'from what i understand, you need help bringing a friend back.' she looks sidelong. out of the corner of her eye, imogen sees a bundle of yellow. 'i've sent ahead to my friend - a cleric - who can help with this sort of thing.'

'they've done it before?' FCG asks.

'she has.'

'and she'll help? she's - willing?' orym adds. 'we asked - we asked a lot of people and they all said this kind of thing is a miracle and protected. but you've done it before, for me, tempest -'

'she'll help, if she can,' the tempest says, and then smiles. 'hello, orym.'

orym returns the smile like the moon reflecting the sun. he stands taller, as though a weight has been lifted, and the corners of his eyes crinkle. a little colour returns to his face, wan and drawn as it has been.

'tempest.' he bows low—tries to, at least, but she catches him. curls her fingers around his shoulder and holds him tall.

'you're not my guard anymore, orym—you don't need to bow.'

'you didn't let me bow then, either. if i remember right, you said you'd lose me under everyone.'

the tempest's cheeks flame red.

imogen doesn't like it. it's too - it's too normal a thing for someone who is going to help them perform a miracle.

'that wasn't- you - i did when you were a guard,' she says, nearly splutters. 'that was when you were ten. and it was a legitimate concern back then,' she says with a little laugh, holding her hand down around her knee, and it makes orym smile broaden into a grin, a cheeky expression, light-hearted. rare for him, usually so solemn.

a fire burns in imogen's belly. all week she's been feeding it—fear and anger and guilt and guilt and guilt—and it has kept it all at bay, kept her going when she wanted to curl up in the dark and. stop. but not, they're talking—orym, her friend, laudna's friend and this - this miracle woman, his perfect hero leader - and they're talking and laughing like they haven't a care in the world, like the world isn't fucking broken. the fire flares, crackles in her belly, her chest, her hands.

'this reminiscin' is real swell,' imogen says, tone scorched dry. cracking. 'real fun. but i'd like to do something. now, if that's alright with you. or do we have to wait for everyone to hug and introduce themselves first?'

'imogen—'

'don't. don't try and calm me down because i am already calm, orym. laudna is—' imogen swallows. that word - that awful word - tastes like ash and embers, burns all the way down. 'we have to do something.'

'we are. she brought us here, where laudna's going to have the best chance—' he stops when his tempest touches his shoulder again.

'i should have explained,' the tempest says, and imogen can tell from her intent that it is part apology and part anchor point, weighted steadiness. it might even have been calming, as intended, if not for the fact that it was way too fucking little, way too fucking late. 'my friend isn't in whitestone.' she forestalls six exclamations with a raised hand. 'as soon as she sends back to me that she is ready, i will bring her through.' she pats the tree again.

'how long-'

'once i hear from her, she will arrive as quickly as we did. just a few seconds. after that...' the tempest shakes her head. the gesture dislodges a flower nestled in her antlers; it falls from its perch and drifts to the ground, disappears behind one enormous root of the tree. 'i would only be guessing.'

from where he is perched on a massive knot of roots, chetney says, 'guess, then. you're the awesomely insanely powerful one here, aren't you?'

orym tenses at his tone but the tempest doesn't even blink.

'this afternoon or tomorrow, if all goes well.'

'this afternoon?'

'if all goes well,' the tempest emphasizes.

imogen nods jerkily. 'this afternoon,' she says again under her breath, squeezes her eyes tight. 'this afternoon. this afternoon.' nerves chew at the tight leash she keeps lashed around her control; when it frays—again—imogen twists her hands at her side, lets her power grip her emotions in a tight fist and lock them down. 'this afternoon.'

for a moment, everyone stands still and silent. no one wants to speak; no one wants to break the moment, delicate as spun glass. they hold it, hold their breath, and let themselves think - hope - that by the time sets their little family will be complete once more.

imogen feeds her brimming hope into the fire before it can break her spell.

//

they wait. five minutes. ten minutes. imogen has to step away—her eyes keep returning to the tempest, lingering, searching for any sign of doubt, any sign of disappointment that might come from the other end of her sending—but moving away doesn't help at all because the sun tree looms over them and imogen keeps searching the branches like there will be a - a plaque or something, some sign that this is where it happened. she rubs at her eye, jabs her thumb into the painful spot beneath her brow and presses hard in a vain hope that it'll help ease the mounting pressure.

ashton shoulders up beside imogen; he's light on his feet and she doesn't notice until he says,

'hey.'

'hey, ash.' imogen's eyes dart over to them. 'you alright?'

they snort. 'stole my question.' imogen stares at them, wills herself to say yes, say something. ashton nods. 'yeah. me neither.'

'does your head hurt after last night?' he just looks at her and she qualifies, 'does it hurt any worse than normal?'

'nah.'

'good. good.' imogen rubs at her eye. drops her hand to her side and strokes a finger over pate's beak.

'can i ask you something?'

imogen tilts her head. it's not a nod, because she can't muster one, but close enough.

'what did you mean? about the tree?'

pain flares behind her eyes. imogen squeezes her eyes shut, hisses.

'fuck. shit - are you okay?'

she doesn't answer. 'laudna died. ages ago, decades ago. this is where it happened.'

'fuck.'

'like. this tree.'

'fuck.'

imogen laughs, just a little huff of air out her nose. 'yeah. that about sums it up.' she looks at the tree. looks at the tempest—still waiting. 'she was there.'

'the tempest?'

'mhm.'

ashton pauses to think about it. then says, heartfelt, 'fuck.'

//

they have been waiting close to an hour when the tempest stands to her feet and tilts her head, eyes going glassy in that way imogen often sees when she is speaking into someone's mind. then, she smiles.

'she's ready. stand back, please. watch your feet mister pock-o-pea.'

'better move, chet, or imogen'll shove you,' fearne teases, and the gnome grumbles but scrambles away from the trunk, down and over the roots until he's standing with the rest of them.

the tempest lifts her staff, touches the gnarled top of it to the trunk; again, they all watch as the bark shifts, wood grain buckling and bowing, and it creaks and groans and splits, green light spilling from the oval gateway.

in a matter of seconds, a small figure—blonde, gnomish, armoured—steps through the gate, which buckles at the edges before it slams shut behind them with a hideous groan of wood, like trees contorting in a fierce wind, moments from breaking. imogen doesn't remember that happening when they came through; she cuts a look over at the tempest and finds her leaning hard on her staff, face grey with exhaustion.

'keyleth. you look awful.'

the tempest laughs. immediately stoops to collect the hug offered to her. 'yeah, well, you treestride three times in a day and tell me how you feel after.'

'three times?'

'it was necessary.'

'we've talked about over-exerting yourself-'

'pike,' the tempest interrupts, gently. 'i'm alright. but our guests are not.'

at that, the newcomer—pike—finally looks around herself. she takes them all in and their keen, knowing look in her eyes that is somehow understanding instead of judgemental, assessing.

'oh dear. that's a lot of unhappy faces,' she says, voice sweet. 'hi there, i'm pike. i'm the head cleric of sarenrae, the everlight, here in whitestone. what's going on?'

with a look to imogen, and a gentle smile when the words stick in her throat, unmoving, orym says, tone reverent, 'blessed of the everlight, we have - a problem.'

'a lot of problems,' ashton adds.

chetney grunts, shoots a stern look across the party. 'but one immediate problem, right?'

'right. kind of a - a big problem, and it's - ashton, do you have her?' fearne asks softly.

pike frowns, looking between them all as they talk but don't say anything. then her eyes are on imogen and imogen can't breathe because the cleric is as reassuring as she is powerful—it hangs around her like a heat haze, her power, and it's terrifying because imogen has spent the last week in exhaustion, casting and recasting on herself to stay calm and the very moment this - this cleric, this healer turns up, her calm is gone and she feels—everything. everything. her power wraps around imogen like a warm hug and it's awful because peace ought to be cold, a cold hug, a cold hand on her cheek, a cold kiss against her forehead, and her calm shatters.

imogen cries out, lurches back with hand raised as if to ward off an attack. a shield, weak, fizzles around her even, instinctual.

'imogen?' ashton sounds startled but his hand is already on his hammer, resigned to the fact that this cleric, their best hope, is attacking them.

'it's fine,' she gasps, 'i'm fine, i'm fine.'

pike is still staring but imogen ignores her, fights against the invasive press of eyes on her to recast her calm. it holds but barely, and it makes her stomach lurch when she realises what it feels like. a sheet of glass dividing her mind. her eyes flicker to ashton, unwillingly, but she doesn't stop the spell. she drags in a breath, fortifies herself. then meets pike's eyes.

'our friend is gone. she - we need her back. i - we need her back. i'll do anything. money, a - a favour, anything.'

the cleric nods but doesn't linger long on her vehemence. 'when you say gone,'

'she's dead,' FCG tells her. imogen closes her eyes. 'we couldn't - i revived fearne,'

'and i revived orym,' fearne says, taking his hand. 'but i couldn't - we could only bring one person back.'

the cleric nods again. 'that sounds terrible.' the words are trite but there's so much warmth and understanding again that a part of imogen softens, relents.

it was terrible. it is terrible. and it still hurts, still feels like the world is breaking, broken, but this powerful cleric sees their hurt and somehow it helps, a little. it's a relief. after so many no's, the fact that she hasn't said no is—it's a relief.

'well. i can't do anything here,' pike says, and claps her hands sharply. 'the chapel is prepared for this sort of thing—'

'pike, wait - hold on.' the tempest kneels, whispers in her ear.

'oh.'

'what? what is it?' imogen demands.

pike gestures to ashton and his bundle. 'may i look at her?'

'why?'

the cleric raises her hands in surrender, peace. she steps forward; imogen wavers, not wanting to be caught in the balm of her presence again but unable to abandon lauda. again. she locks her knees in place and stays, breathes out shakily as she is enveloped in that gentle heat.

ashton lays laudna down, cradles her shoulders in one arm and unwraps the cloth with their other hand.

pike stares down at her. 'i see it,' she murmurs, looks across at keyleth with a nod. 'can you send to—'

'i already did. they'll meet us at the chapel.'

imogen's fingers twist in her handkerchief. 'what are you talkin' about? are you - did you bring us all the way here to tell us you won't help?'

'no. i want to help - i will help,' pike assures her. 'but you need to know, your friend - she's undead.'

'she's not—'

'i'm sorry but she is.'

'she's not,' imogen snarls. 'she's wonderful and vibrant and alive, she's more alive than anyone else in the world.' when the cleric just stares at her sadly, the fire in imogen's belly reaches a point where heat turns to power and she reaches out, her hand and her mind, and connects her mind with pike's. not digging in, not delving, but opening her own instead. opening it, pouring it out—glass shattering, calm shattering—so that pike can see - see laudna as she walks, talks, breathes, eats and sleeps. see laudna laugh, mischievous, as they spook a traveller out of their gold. see laudna cry, from hurt, from fear. see laudna at her side, earnest and sweet and good. the images come fast, two years worth of laudna, of a cool balm against her senses, of kindness unconditional, of trust and everything else that imogen cannot, will not, put into words but which pike can see and sense regardless.

pike lifts her hand. with a pulse of magic, the connection is severed. ended, gently.

'please,' imogen says, voice cracking, and drops to her knees next to laudna. takes her cold hand between both of her own. 'please help us. please.'

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Just some random stuff I thought of lol

Genshin Characters x You but a Vampire AU

I'll definitely do more Vampire! Genshin Characters in the future, but not right now!

¡Warning! This Contains!: Vampire Characters, mentions of teasing, Blood sucking, reader is called 'pet'(jean), and I think that's about it!

Minor writing smut! DNI if uncomfy!

Reblogs are greatly appreciated!

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Vampire! Lisa who riles you up before sinking her sharp fangs into your soft flesh because when a vampire's prey is 'excited,' their blood tastes sweeter. And all your little whimpers and moans are a big bonus too!

Vampire! Jean who comes home tired and exhausted. Being part of the Knights of Favonius is no easy job, let alone being the Acting Grand Master. So naturally by the time she finishes her work, she's hungry and tired and wants nothing more than to feed off of her little pet, which is you! :D

Vampire! Barbara who is shy when she asks to feed off of your Blood. But when you agree, something in her lets loose a bit. She clings onto you with such force that you couldn't possibly pull away from as she buries her sharp teeth into your neck. Sucking and nibbling, drawing all the blood she can from the vein. You just taste so good she can't help but get carried away sometimes!

Vampire! Venti who loves your blood even more than his dandelion wine! He gives no warning whenever he wants a drink from you as well so don't be too surprised if you're simply minding your own business when what feels like two needles are pierced into your neck and start drawing blood from you!

Vampire! Diluc who takes out his pent up frustration out on you in bed when he comes home. It's not his fault that some people at the tavern give him such a hard time and all the paperwork is annoyingly draining too! So be a dear and let Diluc rail you like there's no tomorrow <3 And as he's roughly pounding into you, he'll bite you, hard, and begin sucking your blood. Oh, come on! What's with the look? He just needs some more energy to continue his ruthless pace!

Vampire! Rosaria who gets so bored whenever she's at the church. Like, who wants to sing praises to some archon that probably doesn't even exist anymore? However, when you're there, things are a lot from interesting. When Rosaria becomes bored, even if she isn't particularly hungry, she'll drag you to the most secluded place she can find and pin you against whatever surface is available. Then she grabs your hair and roughly yanks it to the side giving herself full access to your now exposed neck. Uses her other free hand to pin your wrists above your head so you can't try to push her away as she begins to suck you dry. Squirm and plead for her to stop all you want, if anything, she'll do the opposite of what you say!

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intimacy hcs

razor

Razor is a fairly innocent guy; he's genuinely pure, and he never initiated kisses driven out of lust. His touch is always modest, light on your skin, and very wholesome—so much so you would think he was clueless in the matter of the birds and the bees.

...And you'd naively forget the fact that he was just like any other young man with raging hormones.

Truthfully, Razor didn't know much about the... sexual urges either. He knows the process behind human reproduction, sure, but it was on a factual layer. He has yet to understand the urges that came along with it.

That is the reason why he doesn't understand how he feels dissatisfied from pecks on the lips.

The first time you kissed him, his heart exploded in joy. He could hardly keep his excitement, and he truly felt like he couldn't handle the heat rushing to his face. Yet now, he felt nothing but a strange sense of yearning.

He doesn't feel complacent anymore when you give him a tight hug, nor does he feel content when you lock arms. His hands don't want to stay around your waist all the time when you embrace; he somehow... wants to run them up your sides, wander around where he could reach. Watch you squirm in his grip.

It was... insatiable. He craved for more. But more of what, exactly? He doesn't know.

He finds his answer one fine winter day.

It started off simple, really. You felt cold, so he offered to cuddle to share body warmth. A very harmless suggestion.

One thing led to another and now he's pinning you on the couch, bodies flush against each other and lips unable to part.

This has never happened before. Your previous kisses hasn't lasted nearly this long. And there were no tongues involved, just plain pressing lips. It was light, innocent, nothing like the present.

Now, it was significantly more aggressive. Razor was eager, kissing you fervently while stroking your hip in slow, sensual strokes, and you remained limp in his hold, tensing every so often when his hands started wandering around your body. Occasionally, you would scratch his back, drawing out a groan from him.

He has no idea what's going on: all he knows is that he had a taste of what he wants, and he realizes he'll never get enough of it.

He relishes in your little tremors, the quiet whimpers you release. He enjoys feeling you shiver under his touch, completely in his mercy. The odd sensation is dizzying, but he doesn't falter; he continues exploring your mouth, watching intently for your reactions, studying what you liked and didn't like.

He learns quickly you liked it best when he didn't hold back.

So he pulls away from your swollen lips, mildly amused by the disappointment whine he evoked out of you. Such embarrassing sounds—you'd surely be ashamed when this is all over. However, they were music to his ears, feeding his ballooning ego, giving him the reassurance that you were enjoying what he was giving.

He leans towards your neck, grazing the flesh with his sharp canines. You let out a surprised squeak.

“R-Razor?” you pant out. He hums, experimentally licking the bite, and as he expected, you shivered at the ticklish feeling.

And then he begins to suck.

You squeal, hands flying to tug at his hair. A low growl rumbles in his throat, that small action prompting him to suck harder. “W-wait, ah, that's, uh... kinda weird...” you comment timidly, holding onto him. “Hng...”

Momentarily, he stops, just to give you a breather. You look utterly disheveled, with messy hair and hazy eyes, bottom lip swollen from his insistent biting. He admires the short trail of red patches he was able to create on your skin, thumb swiping at the blooming crimson.

He idly thinks it would look good everywhere on you, so his mouth goes to work.

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Yandere Tanjiro

Manipulation

Everytime I write salty sweet I think of peanut m&m's

Shout out to all my big areola having ass hoes. Pizza platter with the thick marshmallow tall nipples

You were so obvious and you didn't even realize it. Tanjiro doesn't blame you, many people forget how great his sense of smell was. So in the end he found it amusing when your scent would change to arousal and adoration whenever he was around you. In fact it entertained him

At first he thought it was misplaced, you couldn't feel such a thing towards him, that wasn't in your character. But all of his tests gave fruitful results. As he watched you from an unnoticeable distance He was able to confirm that no one ever made your scent change into any romantic auras. Not with Inosuke or Zenitsu. He even tried to see if you had feelings for Nezuko, she was always around him. But once again there was no change.

Even after finding out, he didn't care about this discovery. It wasn't the first time a woman or man alike has had an attraction to him. He knew he was handsome and everyone loves a kind soul. But your feelings weren't going to get him closer to his goal or keep you alive in the long run so he did not address it. That doesn't mean he didn't use it to his advantage though. On many occasions, he'd find himself teasing you subtly about your crush often.

Harmless grazes along your skin, being more extravagant when he fought with Inosuke. A few times he even waited around shirtless just to see you look away from him to hide your embarrassment. The sticky sharp smell that emanated from your body clung to your skin like a cologne. Tanjiro would even say that the smell gave him a bit of a high whenever it would fluctuate from the things he did. 

Getting real close to you with a neutral face to make the arousal spark before committing a distracting act of kindness to make the soft smell of adoration and content swirl and mix into your aura. It was fun for him, almost like a game, and soon it became a routine way of life. After defeating a demon and the buzz of adrenaline dies down, you'd go right back to your bumbling self.

But then like everything Tanjiro has had in life, it is interrupted.

It happened right after you all just barely made it out of fighting the spider family. You and the others were relocated to the infirmary while Tanjiro was put on trial. He was already agitated when Sanemi pushed his filthy sword through Nezuko's flesh. So in an effort to calm himself, he decided that a little bit of teasing would help boost his mood. 

When he finally ran across you again, you were lying in your own room resting. But not alone, one of the Hashira, Uzui Tengen sat by your side telling you stories of his battles and cracking jokes.

This would be fine normally, but the scent emanating from you was annoyingly familiar. You didn't even look at Tanjiro when he walked in and had a genuine look and scent of surprise when you noticed him. "Oh Kamado, what are you doing here?" Your scent still had its tinge of attraction but it had significantly lessened, not by much but enough to annoy him. 

Tengen excused himself when he noticed his presence adding a head pat as he walked past the shorter male. For a moment Tanjiro lost focus and concern invaded your aura as you watched his face contort into one of disgust and unbridled rage. 

Kamado, Since when did you call me that? Why are you giving your attention to a Hashira? What, am I not good enough for you anymore now that you found someone stronger. 

Tanjiro never took you for the power-hungry type, you can't be. No that's not it, Tanjiro adjusts his face again to one of a content smile. "Are you okay?" 

No, you weren't trying to abandon him on purpose. It's his fault partially, he doesn't blame you, his poor sweet naive Y/n. It's understandable that after ignoring your feelings for so long you'd try to move on and save yourself from the pain. But now it was okay, cause Tanjiro would fix it, he'd accept you, cause he was all you needed. "I'm okay, I broke my ankle and wrists." You raise said appendages to the best of your ability to show off your bandages.  

For a second a dark thought crosses Tanjiro's mind. How weak you and flimsy you were,  how easy it would be for one to take advantage of you at this moment. That's why you needed him to protect you. Someone so easy to break and seduce shouldn't be on their own. That's why Tanjiro would accept you, so you could stay close. For your own good.. All you had to give him was your attention and being. 

Tanjiro sighed but for a different reason than you would ever know. If only he could put you in a box too.

B "Luckily I'm not as badly hurt like the rest of you." Tanjiro sat at your side and picked up your limp hands. "I don't know what I would have done if something were to happen to you." A small smile spreads across your face, "You would never lose us Tanjiro, Inosuke would definitely be hard to bring down." 

The attempt to make a joke is invaded as Tanjiro cups your cheek. Rough battle-worn fingertips graze your lips. Tanjiro gazes at them as he speaks, his bottom lip worried by his teeth as his other hand ghosts over your bandaged wounds. It was a perfect performance. One that replicated the emotion of one who wants to make a move but holding themselves back. One that you effortlessly believed. "You don't understand, I don't want to lose you."

Tanjiro stands up and walks towards your door. Just before opening it, he turns with a doleful look on his face. "Rest up okay?" You nod quickly. Lips puckered into an O of surprise. Tanjiro closed the door, his demeanor doing a complete 180. His gaze was calculated and precise. Tanjiro had planted a seed of conflict, and all he had to do was wait till tomorrow to sow it.

You woke up bright and early the next day, wrists sore but thankfully no longer numb. Unthankfully, you were bedridden until your ankle has healed itself correctly. Sitting alone in the dark with nothing but your thoughts was a dreadful way to spend time. However, you didn't want to disturb your friends. "Their life does not revolve around me." Getting sleep was an inviting solution.

A light tap on your door shifts your goal ever so slightly. "Come in!" You try not to look deflated when only a Kakushi boy comes in with a pail of water and new bandage wraps. 

Similarly, Tanjiro was helping around the state trending to his friends. Inosuke was being difficult as usual,  only wanting the springer to fetch him water and tea to feed his sore throat. On multiple occasions, he had to dissuade Zenitsu from trying to propose to random Kakushi women that would help clean his wounds but in the end, it was futile as he returned his infatuation to Nezuko who wistfully stayed in their shared room asleep.

By the time Tanjiro got any time to himself, the evening sun was already setting and most had retired to their own rooms. Heading to your room, Tanjiro thought of ways to get you to succumb faster to his advances. The sound of a door opening made his gaze shift abruptly. His vibrant brown eyes dulled when he saw a Kakushi boy leaving your room again. 

Entering your room was almost as if a joyous bomb had gone off. The smell of happiness was so strong it almost stinked. You didn't notice Tanjiro's soured mood as you observed your room. "He taught me how to make paper butterflies and put them on my ceilings, what do you think?!" He had indeed taught you Tanjiro mused as many of the butterflies had deformed wings of all sorts. "So what brings you here.?" Tanjiro looks back at you with a soft smile. "I just wanted the check-in on you, you must have been bored being cooped up in the room alone all day."

You shook your head, "No Kocho was here with me all day!" Tanjiro bit his tongue but maintained his smile, "Who's Kocho?" You laughed, "The Kakushi boy that just left. He had originally come just to change my wounds but then we got so interested in each other that he never left." With a blissful sigh, you tilt your head and murmur, "I hope he doesn't get into any trouble on the way back." 

Tanjiro is on you in a second, wrists held haphazardly above your head drawing slight sharp pains to your inner elbow. "Tanjiro?" His eyes observe the dark bruises swirling underneath your bandages, your hair slightly matted and in disarray, since you were the only one who knew how to do it. "You're so soft…" Having no reason to leave your room you had remained only partially dressed as a large kimono hung around your figure. Your chest easily being exposed by unnatural movements. "T-Tanjiro?" 

The boy hummed, leaning down to press a slow kiss on your brown nipple. "Say my name again.." You're taken aback by the sudden boldness and the warm feeling on your breast. "Tanjiro, what are you doing?!" He could feel himself becoming harder underneath his robe. Even though he said he was only indulging your crush to keep you near, he couldn't help but notice how sweet your skin tasted underneath his lips. "One more time, say it once again." Tanjiro begins to grind on the leg trapped in between his. He uses his other hand to cup your other boob before biting down on your nipple making you gasp. "Tanjiro!"

Your smell begins to become more lucid and tender at your arousal peaks through the haze. Your moans get airy and each time you say his name it turns more and more into gasps. Tanjiro squeezes down on your chest before traveling to your neck where his teeth sink into the flesh there. You ground yourself by holding onto his wrists. 

Tanjiro peels himself away from you as you go pliant underneath him. ‘This wasn’t the plan.’ Tanjiro removes his robe from around his shoulders exposing his tan skin. He couldn’t focus past your addicting scent and you couldn’t focus past the feeling of his hands fondling your chest. The belt of your kimono is quickly unraveled, “Look at you.”

Tanjiro pulls your undergarments off exposing your body completely. Through the fabric of his robe he thrusts shallowly against your pussy. The fabric rubs against your clit on every thrust. Both sides of the robe are becoming damp. "I haven't even touched you yet and you're already so wet." The smell of sweat and sex floods Tanjiro's nostrils making him more sensitive.

He unwraps his robe the rest of the way, tossing it elsewhere to leave himself completely exposed. Tanjiro felt a sense of pride as he watched your eyes trail over his muscled form. He wasn't buff by any means, but his training in agility and swordsmanship made his body lean and bulked in his arms and legs. "Only look at me."

You let out a surprised gasp when delicately firm hands drag your body down by your calf. Tanjiro uses his fingers to push the skin of your pussy up to force your clit to peek through. His other hand holds the base of his cock and he swirls the tip around your clit. "Tanjiro please, I'm begging you!" 

For a split second a look of unaltered disdain crosses his face before a more loving one takes over. "Your face is so cute, it almost makes me want to tease you more." Yes, that's it, play the part of a doting lover. You flinch the further his cock is pushed into you. Your bodies combine into a pulsating rhythm of jealousy and lust.

You squeeze snuggly around Tanjiro's and he sets a quick pace. Your legs try to curl to your chest but are stopped by Tanjiro's own body cornering you to the wood floor. Tanjiro steadies his breathing on every thrusts until his strokes are as smooth as the water he drinks. Slopping sounds and your pitiful cries equalize around the room. 

Tanjiro knew these walls were thin, in fact he was betting on it. "Y-You're so loud Y/n." You close your mouth at the tease but it doesn't work. Just as you go to cover your mouth you're stopped by a hand and a loving smile, "Dont, I like hearing you feel good." 

You cum, barely suppressing your sounds, hips twitching when Tanjiro cums inside right after you. An unnecessary act but one that could ensure even greater attachment if your body accepted him. 

Expertly playing the role Tanjiro cleans you up with an ever content smile on his face, this time genuine. "You should get some sleep, you'll be more sore than you were this morning." Tanjiro puts his hand on the know before flinching when you call out to him. "Tanjiro?" He doesn't turn around unwilling to force another smile. "Yes?" He can smell your apprehension as it covers the smell of sex. 

"I know its stupid to ask this but could you give me another kiss?" Tanjiro sighs silently, "Of course!" He forces his persona for the last time tonight and heads towards your bed. Halfway there he stops.

L

"Promise me you'll only look at me from now on." You smile giddily, "You're so weird Tanjiro of course I'll only love you." Tanjiro frowns and you fail to notice the space between the two of you growing smaller. "No, that's not good enough. I don't want to see you near that damn Hashira again." And then it happens. It only takes a split second before Tanjiro's face is in front of yours and the cold kiss of his blade presses against your neck.

"You wouldn't want something to happen would you?" You shake your head as he knew you would, "Good girl." Tanjiro has no care for the shocked tears gathering behind your lashes. Greedily he cups the back of your head and forces you into a kiss. All teeth pure spite as he swaps saliva with you. 

"There's your kiss." Without having to pretend any longer he drops his smile. The sinister complex of a perceived hero shining through dark eyes. He looks you up and down once again, fingers tapping along his blackened blade before taking his leave.