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Moonlight Blood -- Vampire!Sylus X Reader ✩₊˚.☪︎ ⁺₊✧

Word Count: 1K

Chapter 1 found here: x

Chapter 2:

The walk back to the room was silent. There wasn’t a second that you didn’t feel overwhelmed from all of this. Auctioned off, sold, to be a food source for a real living vampire. He didn’t seem….violent. Yet. There was so much you didn’t know, and so much to come. You arrive at the door, and the pair walk down the other side of the hallway. You enter slowly, grateful for the privacy. You notice piles of boxes on top of the bed, some stacked on the floor. With curiosity, you examine the boxes. The first few were brand new clothes. You pulled out loungewear, dresses, and undergarments made with the highest quality of fabrics. Each perfectly in your size, including some shoes. Another box contained toiletries of all kinds. Exotic oils, lotions, and cleansers. Every item looked luxurious, something you’ve never quite had the pleasure of having. It was as if Sylus was trying to make you feel more…at home. But this wasn’t your home. Your awe at the riches below you snapped as you reminded yourself you’re a victim here. Captive, forever. Until you find a way out of this mess. 

But God, the aroma of this rose oil was captivating. You turn to look in the direction of the bathroom connected to the room. As you make your way in, the bathroom is just as exquisite as you expected. You take interest in the giant clawfoot bathtub, in which your body aches at the sight of it. You glance around, to make sure you’re truly alone. It’s been a handful of days since you last cleansed yourself…this was much needed. You turn the faucet on and pour a small amount of the oil in the bath. Steam quickly rises, beckoning you to crawl in. You lock the bathroom door, still weary. But for now, a bath will make things a little bit better. 

The soak feels like heaven. All the dirt and grime from being handled around washes off of you, and you finally feel like you have your own skin back. As you exit the bath, you take a look at some of the clothes you brought in with you. You decided to put on a black, long sleeve maxi dress, considering it hid the most skin. As expected, it fits like a glove. You brush the knots out of your hair, staring at the reflection in the mirror. Shock still racked your mind, unable to fully believe this is where you are now. He said he wouldn’t hurt me, you reminded yourself. But he could do whatever he wanted to. There was no escape, and no rebellion if you wanted to keep yourself in one piece. Were you expected to stay confined in this room until he needed you? Which begged the question, when would he need you? You exhale, physically shaking off your undying anxiety. Get information. Make a plan.

You exit the bathroom slowly, as if you were afraid to make a sound. You were instantly greeted by Sylus’ large frame, making you react instantly. He stares at you, his expression cold. 

“Were the items to your liking?” He asked plainly, gesturing to the boxes. Despite being fully covered, you felt exposed under his stare. 

“Yes,” you breathed out. You noticed the way his eyes took a quick glance at your figure, before returning his gaze to you. He slowly reaches out and feels a thick strand of your hair. He lets it glide between his fingers as it drapes over your shoulder. You feel your heart beat rapidly in your chest once again. 

“Careful now, all that high pressure isn’t good for you,” he stated. It clicked in your head he definitely can hear your heart beat erratically. 

“Can you blame me?” You blurt out. You quickly shut your mouth, realizing you could have sounded a bit snarky. Sylus smirks in response. 

“No, I suppose not.” Silence hangs heavy in the air. Sylus sauntered over to a lush, leather seat in the corner. He sits himself down casually, and stares you down. “You have questions.” Of course, you had a million questions. “Speak,” he commanded. You felt like prey. 

“Why haven’t you bit me yet?” The question comes out before you think about it. “I mean–”

“Do you want me to, right now?” He interrupted, cocking his head a bit to the side. A mischievous smile teases his lips. 

“No,” you answered honestly. You were scared, nothing would change that fact. You fidget with your hands, feeling cornered. 

“I don’t like picking on the weak, kitten.” That nickname again. “I know the ride here wasn’t exactly gentle.” It was true, though. You barely remember the past handful of days, knocked out from a drug you didn’t know. Starved, grabbed, and stared at like you were some exotic beast. You avert your gaze, somehow feeling ashamed. “Besides…once you’re healthy then I’ll be able to savor the full taste of you.” His eyes seemed to glow with desire. 

“You said my blood is special. Why?” You tried to stand up straighter, wanting to come off less frightened. Sylus took notice. “I’ve had blood tests before. Always normal.” 

“There’s something in you that gives your blood a special quality to it. It’s…powerful to say the least. I don’t expect you to understand that,” he said, sounding a little condescending. 

“How do you know?” You asked back. You felt yourself getting a little defensive. You wanted to persuade him you weren’t special. Something shifts in his gaze, his eyes becoming a little darker. 

“I just do.” His words were short and you couldn’t find a response quick enough. 

“...Will it hurt?” It was almost a whisper. You were afraid to know the answer. You notice the way Sylus calculated his response, as if trying to find the right thing to say. He stands himself up, walking towards you. You look at your hands again, hoping they would save you from this situation. He’s close enough now to feel his body heat, his staggering height looming over you. He leans down to your eye level.

“Behave. Don’t make me impatient. Then it will be fine.” His tone seemed a bit harsher. For a second, you thought this would be the moment he bites. Your body tensed up, but nothing came from it. He glances down at your body again, before back at your wide eyes. He smirks before standing straight. “But it looks like I won’t have to worry about that,” he added. You frowned, feeling like you should put up a fight. But your body knew it wouldn’t stand a chance. There was nothing you could do but be submissive. 

“Was this planned? Are you the reason I was taken?” Your gut felt heavy with an emotion you couldn’t quite place. Sylus looks down at his hand, before coming back to you.  “No. I just happened to be lucky.” He was cocky, confident, and rich. Part of you cursed at yourself for finding him alluring. He had the beauty of a black puma, and you were nothing but a mouse. It could be worse, you thought to yourself. If there was anything you knew, it was that monsters are very, very real. You were captive. This was your new life.

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Lavender And Cinnamon (Leon x Reader)

•Notes•

Pairing: RE4 Leon x Reader

Summary: You work at a high-end spa called Exotic Luxuries where you’re assigned to take care of the alluring and mysterious Leon S. Kennedy. But late-night sessions can lead to more than just a regular massage…

Warnings: slight cursing, no protection (use protecting!), workplace sex, riding, blowjobs, pet names (‘good girl’), dom. Leon, praise kink, slight nipple play

WC: 6,750

A/N: A bit different from my usual stuff but I’ve been obsessed with this man especially with the release of RE4 so I wrote this one-shot to help get him out of my head (it didn’t work)! I hope you like it!

Enjoy!

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Your eyes looked over the list of reservations you’d be handling for the day, your boss standing behind the check-in desk mumbling about the shortage of massage oils.

“Seems like the regulars…” you stated as you looked over to watch your boss.

“Yeah…” they sighed, turning to look over at you with tired eyes, “but you do seem to have a newcomer coming in later today. Ensure that you treat them with the utmost respect and professionalism, alright?”

You nodded before glancing back down at the list to see your last and latest reservation set for eight o’clock. “Leon S. Kennedy?” You tested the name, it sounded like a pseudonym as you cocked an eyebrow skeptically, “is that a joke?”

“It most certainly is not.” Your boss finally stood to turn and face you, their expression serious, “they’re a high-class customer, alright?”

You nodded, understanding what your boss was saying. You’ve had your fair share of “high-class customers” from mayors to senators who would come in and reserve a massage. The spa in which you worked had humble beginnings but by the time you were hired the reputation of your spa had grown to become a fairly luxurious business that served people with important backgrounds.

Confidentiality was key with this job; so much so that you were even required to sign an NDA upon being hired. You weren’t sure why it was such a big deal as nothing explicit ever occurred with the patrons, at least not to your knowledge. But you refrained from asking questions and focused on doing what you were hired to do and giving out high-quality massages.

“I’ll do my best to satisfy him,” you proclaimed, your boss offering you a small smile before leaving to carry out their other tasks for the day.

You push aside the ominous ‘Leon S. Kennedy’ as you go about your day, your scheduled reservations trickle in, many of them regulars who you’ve attended multiple times. By the time the clock hits 7:45, your hands are starting to feel sore as your joints ache. You bid your last customer goodbye before going into the bathroom to wash your hands.

“Long day?”

You startle at the sink, turning around to see one of your coworkers entering the bathroom.

“Oh hey, Jenna,” you offer her a small smile before turning off the faucet.

She stalks over to you, her eyes wide with an excitement you don’t trust, “I heard about your last customer.” she says knowingly.

“Okay?” You quirk an eyebrow at her, unsure why she seems so vested in your customer’s affairs.

“You’re not excited?”

“Why should I be? It’s just another customer.”

You watch as Jenna’s eyes widen, an amused smile pasted on her lips as her voice drops to a hushed whisper, “so you really don’t know?”

“No..?”

Jenna chuckles softly to herself before she responds, her voice light, “Leon S. Kennedy. He was hired by the federal government to act as a special agent. Rumors say he was tasked with saving the president’s daughter a few months back when she was kidnapped.”

You stare at Jenna as she talks, her words registering in your head before you give her a dubious look. She was known to stretch the truth at times and you couldn’t help but quirk an eyebrow at her.

“I’m serious!” she urges after a second of silence passes between the two of you.

“I’m sure you are! It’s just… you gotta understand that that’s a lot of information you dumped on me.” You explain, grabbing a paper towel and drying off your hands as Jenna moves around you to one of the empty stalls.

“Yeah, yeah. I know. I’m just telling you so you know what you're in for, okay? Treat him nicely. I heard he’s easy on the eyes so it shouldn’t be too hard for you.”

You roll your eyes as you exit the bathroom, your voice meeting Jenna’s quiet laughter as you call back to her, “real professional, Jenna.”

As you make your way back to the front desk, awaiting your last customer, you can’t help but let Jenna’s words wash over you. Was she really telling the truth? Why would she lie about something like this?

Your eyes glaze over to the open computer on the front desk before darting to the clock: 7:56. Your customer would be here any minute but your curiosity was eating away at you. You chewed on your bottom lip… one quick little Google search of his name couldn’t hurt, right? Besides, you rationalized it by saying that it was best to be prepared and know your new customer so that you knew how to better take care of him during your session.

Temptation and curiosity made a heady mix as your hands as if automatically, lept to the keyboard and quickly typed in the name ‘Leon S. Kennedy’. You weren’t sure what you were expecting, but considering that Leon was a supposed federal agent, you guessed that you shouldn’t have been too shocked to see little information about him online. Being a federal agent must mean that you have to keep a lot of personal information offline, but the lack of information on him could also mean that he’s just a reclusive kind of guy.

You sigh tiredly before looking back up and yelping at what you see. Across from you, in front of the desk, you’re met with a tall man with long light brown hair that slightly shadows his sharp-looking eyes. His narrow nose and small pink lips along with his angular jaw all came together to create a face that could have anyone stunned on the spot.

“I have an appointment.”

His voice almost sends a shiver down your spine. His voice was a bit deep yet not unfriendly, just distant. His tone gave nothing away except pure professionalism despite him being here as a customer and not a worker. Everything about this man just oozed secrecy and you guessed that Jenna was right when she said this guy was a federal agent.

“Of course, eight o’clock for Mister Kennedy, right?” You say, forcing your eyes away from the man and trying your best to remain calm and polite, just as you are with every other customer.

“You can just call me by my name. It seems like you’re fairly familiar with it anyway,” your eyebrows raise slightly until you notice the quick glance Leon sends the open computer on the desk with his name clearly typed into the search bar.

Your eyes widen in horror before you swiftly power off the computer, a wavering smile on your lips as you respond, “I apologize… Leon.”

“It’s no problem, really,” Leon assures, the hint of a smile lifting the corner of his lips as he looks over you, his gaze analytical as if he’s trying to read you with a distant curiosity.

You swallow the dry spit that has collected in your mouth as his gaze stays on you. “If you’ll follow me to the back, Leon. My name is _____ and I’ll be taking care of you this evening.” You state as you lead Leon down a series of dimly lit hallways, remembering that you have a job to do and need to fulfill it as such.

“Nice to meet you, ____.” the man behind you greets, his voice calm and measured as he says your name. “Is it usually this quiet here?” he asks after a second of silence passes.

You do your best not to focus on the way your name fits on his tongue and simply offer him a small smile as you briefly turn around to look at him before answering his question, “we try to keep a serene atmosphere here at Exotic Luxuries. Although since your appointment was a bit later most, if not all, the other workers have headed home for the night.”

You see Leon’s eyes widen slightly an apologetic look flickering over his piercing blue eyes, “I apologize for keeping you so late. I understand the frustrations one can have when having to work overtime… that’s actually the reason why I had to book this so late.”

You shake off his apology, “don’t worry about it. Were you working earlier?” You say carefully, not wanting to sound too interested in his line of work.

There’s a second of silence as your footsteps occupy the space between you and Leon. For a second you worry if you crossed the line, you don’t usually ask your customers about their jobs unless they confide in you first but you can’t help but want to know more about this man… this man who was tasked with saving the president’s daughter, supposedly. You can’t help but be curious.

Luckily though, it doesn’t seem as if Leon is upset with your intrigue as he responds a few seconds later, his voice polite. “Yes, you’re correct. I just got off about 30 minutes ago.”

Your eyes widen, unable to curve the shocked tone in your voice as you blurt out, “you just got off? Jesus, you must be so tired!”

Another second of tentative silence stretches on between you two as you curse yourself out for saying something so obvious. Before you can apologize for your rudeness you hear a quiet chuckle from behind you. Turning around you cast a brief glance up at Leon’s face and see him laughing softly, it’s not a full-on laugh and more of a close-lipped chuckle, but the way his lips curve slightly upwards makes something in you twist as you force your gaze away.

You continue your way through the halls until you eventually stop in front of a door made of glass but with a tint over it that makes it hard for anyone to see anything through it.

“This is where we’ll be having our session for the evening,” you say formally while gesturing to the door, “I’ll give you a few minutes to change out of your clothes. There’s a towel in there for you to use to cover yourself. I’ll be with you in a moment.”

Leon nods curtly at you, his eyes gazing at you briefly before he opens the door and heads inside. You watch the way his leather-bound jacket hugs his broad shoulders before the door closes, sequentially cutting off your vision of the beautiful man.

“Get yourself together, _____” you mumble to yourself before quickly walking away to the supply room.

According to the reservation, Leon reserved the first-time package, a promotion your boss was running that allowed new customers to get an hour-long massage at a 50% discount along with 30 minutes free in the sauna room. It was a pretty good deal and had brought in a plethora of new customers who left with a membership. You at least were used to doing it and felt better prepared to not embarrass yourself in front of Leon. You only hoped you could get through the massage without any incidents that would have you fired.

You reach for the supplies you’d need including a lavender and cinnamon scented oil before making your way back to the room you left Leon in. When you take a deep calming breath and open the door you expected to find the man lying face down on the cushioned bench centered in the middle of the room like everyone else. So imagine your surprise when you instead find Leon with his back facing you as he observes the different oils on display on a shelf. You can’t help but let your eyes travel across his bare back, the tendrils of his muscles flexing as he reaches up to grab one of the oils. Your eyes travel lower down his back until they reach the white towel wrapped around his waistline.

My god did he look gorgeous.

As much as you wanted to keep looking at him you had to remain professional. You knocked briefly on the door to alert him of your presence, causing the man to turn his head slightly to you, his voice calling out to you in the small room.

“Sorry, am I not meant to touch these?” he holds up the small oil in his hand.

You shake your head, stepping further into the room and closing the door behind you. “You’re fine. Did you have any questions about them?”

He shakes his head before setting it back down and turning around, striding over to the bench as you begin prepping on a nearby wooden stand.

“I was just curious to read each oil’s scent, I’ve never been to a spa before so…” as his voice trails off you glance back to smile friendly at him but immediately feel your cheeks flush at the sight you’re met with.

In the dim candlelit room, you notice how the warm glow from the tiny flames bathes Leon in their serene glow. The flickering shadows of their fiery nature create patches of darkness across Leon’s skin before being overtaken by light once again resembling a makeshift mirage of shadows. Every flex of his defined muscles is outlined by the shadows they leave on his skin like delicate brush lines dipped in black paint. He truly was a piece of art- a walking canvas.

It takes all your willpower to tear your eyes away before you start drooling as you try to remember what he said and provide an appropriate response, “yeah…um. Each oil’s unique scent can have a different effect on the person using it depending on what they want.”

“Like what?”

You think for a moment before picking up the oil you chose for Leon as you turn to him and force your eyes to meet his rather than glance down at his chiseled body. “This is a lavender cinnamon essential massage oil. The contrast of the sweet and cool lavender with the warm and spicy cinnamon produces an indomitable romantic blend. It creates a calming yet stimulating feeling when massaged into the skin. The scent also restores your mind to a more relaxed state.”

Leon nods at your explanation, a ghost of what you assume to be a smirk crosses over his lips before it's quickly wiped away as he heads over to the bench and sits down.

“Where would you like me to start the massage? We could start on your front or on your back.”

“My front if you don’t mind. I don’t really like having my back turned.”

You nod, somewhat understanding why he’d feel that way if his job always requires him to be on alert. “That’s fine. Do you mind getting under the sheet and removing your towel? I’ll turn around as you do so.” You say gently, turning around.

You hear some rustling sounds before Leon’s smooth voice tells you that’s finished. You turn around to see the sheet covering his lower body, leaving his chest and arms exposed.

“Is it okay if I leave the sheet off my chest?” he asks.

You nod, “that’s completely fine. As long as you’re comfortable,” you move closer to Leon and grab the massage oil before opening it and beginning to lightly pour it over his arms as you explain your movements, “since this is your first time I’ll start off slow. I’m going to pour this oil over the parts of the body you feel need the most attention, okay? For now, I’ll massage your arms.”

Leon listens closely to your instructions, his eyes flick down to the oil that begins to roll down his arm until you reach out and begin slathering the slippery liquid across his warm skin. As soon as your fingers grace Leon’s skin you feel your brain begin to short-circuit. His arms are so firm, it takes you a second to properly grip his arm so that you're massaging him more effectively. You do your best to not imagine how his arm would feel wrapped around you as you begin the session. Instead, you let your eyes wander across his chest (which also turned out to be a bad idea) where you’re met with his broad shoulders and defined collarbone that you want to sink your teeth in. As beautiful as he is you also can’t help but notice various cuts and bruises on his skin, some looking fresh as a red tint surrounds the cuts and a blue color defining his upcoming bruises.

“I’m fine.”

You startle at hearing a voice call out to you. Your eyes quickly flick up to find Leon looking at you, his eyes almost glowing under the light of the candles, and yet his voice has a slight edge to it as he speaks.

“I’m sorry, I didn’t mean to stare…” you trail off, embarrassment flooding through your skin.

Leon studies you for a moment, his whole body still, almost disguising his presence as you try to focus on the massage before he sighs and finally speaks, “no, I’m sorry if that came off rude. I got these from work…”

“Do you always suffer from injuries like these?” you ask, your voice tinted with worry as you furrow your eyebrows.

To your surprise, Leon smirks when he sees the expression on your face. His lips curl up dangerously, subtly, as if amused before he answers. “If I’m lucky. Today wasn’t too bad. They’ll heal.”

You don’t like how dismissive he is of his injuries but you supposed him coming down to a spa was a way for him to try to relax and take his mind off of his strenuous job. You redouble your efforts, determined to give this man the best massage of his life. For a while you’re able to do this, your eyes focusing on his pressure points as you massage his arms. From time to time your eyes glance up to catch Leon already looking at you, his eyes watching you with a glimmer of something that you can’t discern.

“Is there something wrong? Am I applying too much pressure?” you question hesitantly after catching him looking at you for the fifth time.

He shakes his head, his eyes still attached to yours, “no, sorry if I was making you uncomfortable. I guess I was just trying to get a read on you. You seem young, but by the looks of it you’ve been doing this for awhile.”

Did he want to learn more about you? You pushed the thought away quickly, he was probably just trying to make casual conversation. You answered with a small smile, “I’ve always liked making people feel good. As a kid that was in the form of giving my mom really bad back massages that she pretended wasn’t practically cracking her spine,” you see Leon’s chest heave up and down slightly as he chuckles quietly, “seriously though, something about giving someone a massage is just… fulfilling to me. It’s intimate, quiet, and serene. It’s just as relaxing for me as it is for my clients sometimes…”

Leon observes the way your voice becomes softer, and more thoughtful as you speak. He smiles at your words, this time allowing you to see his shiny teeth and you feel your heartbeat speed up knowing you were able to draw that kind of expression out of him.

“I admire your passion. I’m sure this job isn’t easy.”

“‘I’m sure it’s nothing compared to what you have to do.”

“Doesn’t matter which one is harder. The point is that you like what you do and you do it well. That requires a lot of patience and discipline. You should take pride in that.”

You feel your eyes widen slightly at Leon’s words, sincerity pouring through his tone.

“I’m sorry. I didn’t mean to lecture you…” Leon huffs out a humorless laugh as he turns to look away from you, his eyes tracing the lines on the ceiling.

“You weren’t. I appreciate it, Leon,” you say honestly with a small smile as you finish massaging his arms. You turn around to face the clock that hangs on the wall, “we have about 45 minutes left. Is there any other area you’d like me to show attention to?”

Leon seems to think for a moment, his icy-blue eyes traveling over to you before he speaks, “would you be okay with massaging my legs? My job today required a lot of running and I can tell I’m going to wake up sore in the morning.”

You nod before moving down to his legs and cautiously moving the sheet up until it’s lying halfway across his thighs. You do your best not to stare at his toned legs as you begin pouring more massage oil on him before pressing your thumbs into his calves. You continue massaging the different parts of Leon’s legs, the oil glistening off of his skin while the candlelights reflect a warm glow onto him. You gradually move higher and higher up his leg until you press down on his inner thigh absentmindedly when you're brought back to the present after hearing a noise escape from Leon’s lips.

Fear spreads through you as you quickly pull your hands away from him as if he was a fire.

“A-are you okay? Did I do something wrong?” you ask frantically, your eyes wide with worry.

Looking at Leon however, you’re met with an interesting sight. Rather than the scowl or grimace you were expecting to see you notice a slight tinge of red dusting over his cheeks. Was he blushing? He quickly meets your eyes, his eyebrows furrowed slightly but not in annoyance at you as he speaks lowly, “I’m fine, sorry if I startled you. I closed my eyes momentarily and when you pressed into my thigh it just-” he cuts himself off, promptly clearing his throat and stealing his expression. “I was just surprised is all.”

You look at him, studying his behavior with confusion pooling into your eyes as you speak up hesitantly, “did you… want me to stop? I can always begin working on your back if you feel uncomfortable.”

“No… you don’t need to stop. You’re doing fine, really. I was just… taken aback.” while he speaks politely, you can just barely pick up a shred of something else in his eyes. A flash of… want?

Before you can dissect the look further Leon leans back down and closes his eyes. You take a second to register what just happened before cautiously reaching out and massaging the skin just below his thigh, your brain whirring with thoughts… a lot of them are unprofessional and would most likely get you fired if you acted on them and especially if it was unwarranted. But you can’t help but wonder if Leon didn’t want you to stop because it felt… good?

What would happen if you raised your hand just a bit higher?

Your eyes glance up to look at Leon whose eyes are still closed shut, his breathing even. You glance back down to your hands around his knee and tentatively begin moving your hand higher up on his leg. You stop halfway up his thigh where you had left off and ever so gently press into his inner thigh, his skin folding under your touch. Once again a noise escapes Leon’s lips, but this time you can discern what it is. A quiet small moan slips through his pink lips.

You can barely believe what you’re hearing. You manage to not freak out and continue massaging his thigh, this time adding even more pressure as your thumbs slide over the skin on his inner thigh. Again, another moan escapes Leon’s lips and it’s incredibly sexy.

Before you can continue, however, you see Leon suddenly open his eyes in shock, as if he had been in a daze. His gaze darts over to you, “I’m sorry…” he begins, “I didn’t mean to- that was unprofessional of me. I don’t usually… I’ve never…”

You watch in amusement as Leon begins floundering over his words, surprised to see the seemingly cool-headed federal agent flustered over your touch. With a calming breath, you muster all your strength to prepare yourself for what you’re about to say and pray that you won’t regret it.

With a determined expression, you give Leon a look that stops him from talking, your eyes piercing into his as you speak with an air of confidence despite you wanting to throw up on the inside. “It’s okay. I did it on purpose.” Leon squares you with a confused look as you continue talking, “I told my boss that I would satisfy you. I was instructed to help you relax and to take care of you. And like you said… I’m very passionate about this job.”

You watch as Leon takes in your words, you can practically see the gears in his head turning as he takes in what you’re proposing. “Are you sure?” he asks after a long second, his eyebrows knitted in concern, unsure if you’re being serious.

You nod, “if you can’t trust my words…will you trust my actions?”

The man before you eyes you warily. A specific and stringent tension begins to fill the air, the feeling so palpable that you can practically feel it prickle your skin. You don’t even realize the breath you’ve been holding in your chest as you await Leon’s response until he finally speaks, his voice low and quiet.

“Help me relax, _____.”

That’s all it takes for you to continue your massage, but this time you let your hands roam freely. You start back up at his thigh, your hands sinking into his malleable skin as a small soft huff of air leaves Leon’s lips. You continue your climb up his leg until your hand eventually reaches underneath the towel, you can see the growing tent of Leon’s desires and smile up at the man before looking back down.

“I don’t think you’ll be needing this…” you say softly before pulling the towel off and revealing all of Leon, his bare body completely and utterly at your mercy.

One of Leon’s arms props him up on the bench as he stares at you, a small smirk clearly expressed on his lips. “Impatient?”

“Eager.”

Leon’s eyes glimmer at your words before you rest your hands on the base of his shaft, your attention drifting from Leon’s face down to his pretty cock. It’s perfectly trimmed and curves upwards at a beautiful angle. You can see the faint outlines of his blue veins that run up and down his shaft. You trace your oiled index finger over them delicately eliciting a shaky breath from the man you have cupped in your hands.

You smirk seductively, your plump lips curling upwards before you put your mouth to good use and lean down, your tongue making contact first as it swirls around the pink glistening tip slowly. The taste of Leon’s precum is surprisingly pleasant- or as pleasant as precum can be. You supposed his job kept him in shape along with whatever healthy diet he probably has set for himself.

“That’s it…” you hear Leon praise quietly, his voice warm and intimate. “Do you mind if I hold your hair back?”

You shake your head as you open your mouth a bit more, your lips closing fully around Leon’s tip and sucking slightly. As you do so you feel Leon’s expansive hand entangle itself in your hair, holding it up gently. You open your mouth more, feeling like you’ve teased him enough, and begin to take him in your mouth, his shaft fitting snugly in your mouth. Your hands move from his base to fondle his clean-looking balls while your mouth entertains his cock, you feel his tip hit the back of your throat before you’re able to fully take him in. He wasn’t huge, but he was big enough to have you needing to take a breath after feeling him hit you in the back of your throat.

“Don’t strain yourself.” the statement was supposed to come off as comforting but when your eyes looked up to look at Leon you knew it was anything but. He was teasing you and the now smug smile on his lips was a big indicator of that.

“Don’t flatter yourself.” you snapped back with the same teasing tone in your voice.

You turned your attention back to Leon’s dick before using your hands to pump him from the base, they were lubricated enough from the massage oil to set a quick pace while your mouth latched back on to the tip before you opened your mouth further to take more of him.

“That’s a good girl…” Leon’s gruff voice called out from above you, his hand still in your hair but gripping it a bit harder.

You feel your core ache with need at the praise, oddly satisfied to have this man’s approval as you continue working his cock in your mouth. The texture of his veins slides against the walls of your mouth, and your tongue runs against them, flicking over the long lines. Your hands continue their ministration of pumping the base of Leon’s shaft, they slide over him easily.

From the side you begin to hear Leon’s breathing pick up, the sound harsh and impatient. You continue sucking him for a few more seconds before popping your mouth off of him and smirking triumphantly at him, “don’t strain yourself, now.” you say mockingly as you observe the way Leon has his bottom lip crushed between his teeth, “should I let you cum in my mouth?” you ask with mock innocence.

Before you can revel in your temporary victory at seeing Leon succumb to your mouth Leon sits up abruptly, his hand that was propping him up leaves the bench to lightly grab your chin and bring your lips to his. The movement momentarily shocks you but you quickly get yourself under control and kiss him back eagerly.

Your lips slot together perfectly, he feels so soft against you despite his callused hand tracing your jawline and down to the back of your neck, adding a bit of pressure to pull you closer to him.

“I’d prefer… doing that inside you with your permission,” Leon mumbles into the kiss, his tongue running across your bottom lip before slipping inside your mouth.

“Fuck…” you whisper, too consumed by his lips over yours to come up with something more coherent to say.

You feel Leon laugh slightly against you before he finally pulls back, his lips glistening and wet just like the rest of his body. Your hands absentmindedly trail across his slippery chest, your hands brushing against his pert nipples.

“You…” he says after letting you explore his chest for a minute, “are severely overdressed,” he says before leaning into your space, his mouth traveling over to your ear as he whispers sultrily, “take this off,” he commands you feel him tug at your shirt.

You nod, swiftly discarding your shirt and leaving you in your lacy black bra. For once you’re proud you didn’t wear a sports bra like you usually do despite how comfortable they are.

Turning back to Leon, you’re met with his gaze solely glued to your chest. His hands come up as he gingerly traces the frilly lace on top of your bra. Despite him not touching you yet, your skin burns, eager to feel his strong hands caress and squeeze you.

“Beautiful…” you hear him whisper lowly.

Without warning you see Leon duck down before you lose focus when you feel his tongue poke out to lick over your covered nipple through the lace. The feeling is euphoric as you feel his other hand massage your other breast slowly. After a second you feel his hand leave your chest and travel to your back where he fiddles with the clasp for a second before suddenly the bra hangs loosely from your chest.

“You seem to know your way around a bra…” you sigh, eyeing him with mock suspicion.

His eyes twinkle with something as he leans back to observe you once you let the bra fall from your chest. Rather than answer though, after he’s gotten an eyeful he leans back over to you and pushes his lips back onto you. This time the kiss is slower and sweeter as your lips push and pull against each other. As you kiss Leon’s hands travel up your body until both of his hands are cupping your breasts. He takes a second to feel them, his rough hands warm against your cool skin before his index finger and thumb wrap around your nipples and squeeze them slightly.

You break off the kiss to moan softly, the pressure from his fingers on your nipples sending a string of pleasure through you and down to your core. Leon eyes your reaction, a pleasantly surprised look glimmering in his eyes as he smirks at you. Before you have time to recover you feel Leon duck back down before sucking on your nipple, his teeth nibbling slightly as he alternates between your two breasts. The pleasure and pain blend perfectly and you can’t help but arch your back the more he bites your nipples before soothing the pain with a soft lick of his tongue.

“Leon…” you gasp, your hands landing on the federal agent’s strong shoulders.

“Do you want more, _____?” he asks, taking his mouth off of your hard nipple.

You nod, your eyes staring up at the ceiling as you try to get yourself together.

“I want to hear you say it. What do you want from me, _____?” You feel Leon’s breath hit your ear, the smell of the lavender and cinnamon massage oil taking over your senses and easing the tension in your body.

You wanted this man bad.

With a shaky breath, you tear your gaze away from the ceiling to look down at Leon. “I want you to fuck me.”

At your words of admission, an almost tender smile graces Leon’s face as he presses a quick kiss to your lips, “that’s all I needed to hear.”

Swiftly, Leon has your pants and underwear pulled off and sits on the edge of the bench. He taps his thighs before looking back at you, “don’t worry. I’ll be holding you the entire time.”

You sigh, eyeing him warily before biting your lip and climbing onto him. True to his word as soon as your thighs are pressed to his, his hands latch onto your hips, holding you firmly in place.

“Now just lift your hips up for me…”

Leon’s voice is soft yet stern as he looks down to eye your movements. You carefully lift yourself up before centering yourself. Leon gives you a nod before you sink down on top of him. A loud moan escapes the both of you as your body stretches a bit to accommodate him. Luckily, you were already wet enough beforehand so Leon didn’t need to worry about warming you up. As you both take a second to adjust you latch your hands around his neck, pressing your body against his as you bite back a moan and stare deeply into Leon’s icy-blue eyes.

“Are you ready?” he asks after a second passes.

You nod, “ready.”

You then begin to slowly test the waters, setting a steady pace, and begin riding him. You’re careful at first, letting your body get used to Leon before quickly picking up the pace. The feeling of Leon’s thick cock running deep inside you has you moaning in a matter of minutes as you squeeze him tightly, a tumble of curses falling from his clenched teeth as his hands hold on to you tighter the faster you move.

“Fuck… you feel amazing…” he grunts, his body glistening with both massage oil and sweat as your eyes take in the sight before you.

“You too…” you moan your eyes drinking him in, “you’re definitely the sexiest client I’ve ever had.”

He laughs airly, his eyes opening briefly to look at you, “I’m sure you say that to every client.”

You know he’s joking but you feel the need to clarify to him anyway, “I mean it. I’ve never done this with a client before and… ever since you walked in I’ve had a hard time being professional. That’s why I was so excited when you first moaned when I touched your thigh.”

You see a slight blush cross over Leon’s cheeks. Whether it’s from him having to keep you upright or because of your words you’re not sure, but it looks cute on him regardless.

“Since we’re both confessing. I thought you looked extremely sexy when I first saw you. I actually planned on skipping this because it was my coworkers who had initially signed me up for this but…” he pauses, his eyes full of sincerity as he speaks, “I’m glad I didn’t.”

This time it’s you who’s blushing as you take in his words. Leon simply smiles brightly at you before crashing his lips against yours, his grip on you tightening as you begin moving faster against him, your hips rolling smoothly over his cock. After a few more minutes the heat that has been building in your core finally begins to overwhelm you, your breath coming out in harsh pants as you whisper harshly into the kiss with Leon, “I-I’m close…”

He nods, holding you close before pecking you once again on the lips, his voice quiet and husky as he leans into your ear, “come for me, _____. Let go…”

As if earning his permission your body lets go as the heat envelopes you, caressing your body and filling your entire body with pleasure as you tense up at the intense feeling, your orgasm hitting you hard and fast as you let out a loud moan.

At hearing and seeing your climax Leon quickly follows suit, his eyes squeezing shut, his mouth falling open as a sexy groan fills the air. His breathing is ragged and you feel his hold on you tighten even more. You can feel him fill you up as you begin to come down from your high. You squeeze a bit tighter on him to milk him even more earning a sly smirk from him as he tries to get himself together after finishing.

As you both come back to your senses you can’t help the small smile you have on your face as you gaze at Leon. The glow from his orgasm made him look even more alluring than he already did. You lift your hands to push his light brown hair out of his face. As you play with his hair you feel him grab your wrist lightly before bringing it down to his lips where he presses a feather-light kiss to your pulse point.

“I had a great time,” he says lowly, staring deeply into your eyes.

“Same here…” you sigh, sagging your body against him as his hands wrap around you, holding you in place.

“I think my session is up though.”

You sigh, your ear pressed to his chest as you listen to his heartbeat.

“But I’d like to make a reservation for another session in a few days if you’re available.”

You lift your face off of his chest to stare at him in disbelief, you figured this was a one-and-done deal. “You want to do this again?”

He nods, clearly amused at your reaction as a gentle smile takes over his face, “of course. You were able to take my mind off of my job and that’s a pretty damn hard thing to do.”

You smile widely at the man before pressing a quick kiss to his lips, “I’d be honored to take you on as a client, Leon S. Kennedy.”

Leon chuckles as he kisses you back before pulling back and tucking a piece of hair behind your ear.

“You know you still have your free sauna that comes with your package. You could redeem that for your next session.” You inform with a smile.

Leon looks at you before a twinkle appears in his eyes as he pulls you closer to him, his arm wrapping more protectively around you as he speaks softly, “as long as you join me… I’d be down for anything.”

You seal the deal with a tender kiss, entangled in one another’s arms as the smell of lavender and cinnamon cascade over you, the candlelights flickering gently around you.

[makos-ribcage]

'Cause I fucking love you. ㅡ ༝ ˚ ｡⋆ 𓇼 ⋆｡ ˚ ༝

[] - OC x Masky. Masky accidentally confesses while in an argument.

𓇼OC, she/her, afab

! - gore, excessive cursing, toxic relationship

tbh this is an oc but yall can use it as a readerxcreepypasta i dont mind it :3 As soon as I have an actual story to this oc ill post it as well.

I really liked this and as usual it can be continued, so if it receives love, I'll make a second part, enjoy

You weren’t sure if the blood under your nails was yours or from someone else.

You could feel blood on every part of your body. What once were light comfortable grey sweatpants became the most uncomfortable thing to wear. Wetness sticking to your legs, the fabric now feeling uncomfortably heavy on your legs. Luckily your shirt was black and already fitted so it couldn’t tell the blood that was also on it just by looking into it, but you could feel it, you could feel the warm liquid slowing turning cold with the night breeze that would made you shiver if you weren’t so used to it. You didn’t remember where you left your jacket.

Walking to your hidden cabin in the woods leaving a path of blood could seem dangerous, anyone could follow it, but you wanted to believe no one would be stupid enough to follow such path. And even if someone was stupid enough, you knew you could deal with them easily.

You saw that silhouette forming, the silhouette of a familiar cabin that you missed so much. You left a relieving sigh from the back of your throat, you were getting home after 5 months.

You weren’t sure why “he” decided to punish you, as far as you knew, it could have been something that the others did that had to be fixed, or something that your “co-workers” did that the best punishment that “he” decided was to make you suffer so the rest would feel terribly guilty.

Either way, you didn’t care, you were there, you were home.

The door was unlocked, as usual, as you expected. Your steps made a sloppy sound, both when your shoe hit the ground and when it was lifted, it felt sticky and made you want to puke, you really wanted to hear Hoodie complain about it the stains on the carpet.

It was a big cabin, you were sure it wasn’t so big originally since there was a huge difference on the quality of the building when it came to the extra room Hoodie and Masky probably built when they knew someone else was being “hired”, you in this case. When Toby came, you left him your room and went to sleep with Masky, he had the biggest room, and you were the closest to him. Back then, it didn’t bothered any of you. He was a nice company and you were the one he didn’t wanted to kill, or at least not as often as the rest.

You weren’t sure why you were the closest to him though. Maybe it was how similar you both were. Short tempered, stubborn, prideful. You definitely were calmer than him most of the times, or at least pretended to be. At the end of the day, y’all just understood each other.

You walked towards your room. Wondering if Tim would be there, you didn’t had too much high expectations on how he was going to react, you just wanted to feel some human touch again. Some human touch that you weren’t killing or that wasn’t trying to kill you.

He came out of the room first, freezing when his eyes met yours. And a moment of silence became present.

“What the fuck happened to you?” He spat. That was harsh, you thought to yourself. You knew you looked horrible, you were making a mess on the carpet and probably smelt like shit, but that wasn’t the way to greet your covered in blood friend after months of not seeing them.

You decided to ignore it, walking towards the bathroom this time. He followed you with his eyes, walking towards the bathroom.

“What happened to you?” He echoed the question, this time without cursing, you were a bit grateful for that.

You stepped inside the bathtub, without taking off your clothes, once you were inside you removed your shoes, leaving them inside of the bathtub. Opening the faucet of the shower head, letting the water fall against your skin and your clothes, you let your head down, watching the red watery droplets fall through the drain. Sliding through black curls that were bouncing back up once the dense blood was no longer invading the strands.

After a few minutes, the water started to come out rather clean, it was enough for you, you didn’t have the energy to take a proper shower just yet. The weight of your clothes became heavier, but you felt cleaner.

You stared right out of the bathroom, meeting with Tim’s eyes that still looked between confused and angry, but he always looked angry to be fair, you missed that angry face of his.

You walked right beside him and entered the room you remembered was yours, his as much as yours.

Clothes were all over the floor, Tim didn’t seem to know how to close drawers, the bed was undone, and half of the mattress was exposed. Exactly how you remembered. It felt warm in your heart.

You took a dirty shirt from the floor, removing your black tank top and putting the shirt instead, repeating the process with some pants you found on the floor.

You threw yourself to the bed, feeling your body sink comfortably in the mattress, closing your eyes, yet opening them right away.

You could only see blood. You could only hear screams.

“Can I have a cigarette?” You asked Tim, you haven’t heard him, but you knew he was near.

“Fuck you.” He spoke. You sat down, feeling your body even heavier than before, clearly not wanting to do any more effort and begging you to just lay back down.

“You disappeared for months. We thought you were dead.” He continued before you could even think of an answer “And you think you can just come back one day and simply ask for a cigarette? Fuck you!” You stared at him, not that mad yet, but slowly getting into it.

“He… Punished me for something, I don’t even know what. Can I get the cigarette?” You saw in his eyes how he was not satisfied by your answer but decided to give you the damn cigarette anyways. Bringing a hand to one of his pockets, giving you the cigarette then lighting it up for you once it was in your mouth. “Thank you…” You whispered.

“That’s not enough of an excuse, you could have told us something, you know? Instead of disappearing.” Taking a long drag out of the cigarette and then letting the smoke out, not even caring to open the only window in the room.

“I didn’t know I was going to be away for so long… Didn’t knew it was a punishment, didn’t knew that…” That they were children. “I thought I was going to be back in a matter of days…” And you weren’t lying. You remember that when you left you were in the middle of a job with your partners. They needed you, but you also needed to do what “he” desired. Didn’t wanted to worry them and just left, thinking that everything was going to go as normal as it could.

You felt like you were going to throw up and decided to stop talking and drag your cigarette once more.

“You’re unbelievable! I can’t believe you’re stupid enough to go to a mission without telling us. Specially if “he” told you specifically.” You were starting to get mad.

“You don’t have to call me stupid, asshole. I thought I was going to be fine, alright?” You stood up, wanting to face him.

“Something could have happened to you, you know?” He seemed to realize he was showing concern for you, feelings he didn’t wanted to show you. “Our work would have been delayed.” You knew what he was referring when he said work. Your usual killing, stalking duties. “Actually, it was. And then you just come back, not speaking to me, with a stupid look in your face and not even apologizing.”

Brian was the stalker, Toby did the killing, Tim was the leader in group jobs, you were the actress.

If they needed to get too close to the victim, if they needed a soft person to lie and deceive, a soft and caring woman that anyone could trust. You knew a little bit too well how to lie, and it would be a lie to say that you didn’t used such talent on them sometimes, that’s why Tim didn’t fully trusted you.

You knew they probably had trouble these months, having to come up with new strategies to find information when you could have just played the manic pixie girl role with the victim until they trusted you and confessed everything they knew.

“I’m not going to apologize, I already feel like shit, I don’t need the boss baby to come and lecture me.” You said, clearly mad but trying to play dumb, dragging your cigarette once more, each drag having been longer than the last one and it was already on half.

His face got red as he heard the deprecating nickname.

“You’re an asshole, you know? We care for you, everyone here was sad as fuck when you didn’t come back. Toby felt horrible when Brian explained to him that you might never do.”

“That’s… Not my problem.” It definitely was, and you felt like shit about it, but you didn’t want to show it.

“It pretty much is!”

“Why do you even care? I did... I’ve done a lot of horrible things! I’m an asshole.” You exploded, putting out your cigarette on a way overflowed ashtray. “I’ve killed people… I’ve betrayed so, so many people, you have no idea.” Your fingernails sunk in your scalp, hurting you slightly and deepening already deep previous injuries. “Then I come back, to the only place I can be in just a little bit of peace.” You started, once again. “But instead, I get… You, reminding me how much of an asshole I am.”

“You think you’re going to make me pity you with all that bullshit you just spat at me?” He said harshly, coming closer to you. “I don’t care about all of that! You can’t just leave us like that for so long!” He screamed at you. “That’s so fucking selfish coming from you.”

“Leave me alone! As far as I know, I can do whatever I want, If I want to leave and never come back, I can!” Y’all were pushing each other buttons, he hated to not be right and not hearing an apology coming from you, and you hated that he even wanted an apology to begin with.

“No, you can’t.” He said harshly, by that point you were face to face to each other.

“And why should I listen to you?”

“’Cause I fucking love you! That’s more than enough.”

“I don’t c-” You stopped your words. “You love me?” His furrowed eyebrows and harsh face fell. Quickly being replaced by an embarrassed expression.

“I… Uh…”

You’ve never felt such awkward silence. And at that point you’d rather go back to the woods.

“I-I…” You started, but quickly got interrupted.

“Shut up… Just, never leave us like that again.” One of his hands covered his eyes, still clearly flustered.

You saw how he turned around and left the room, closing the door behind him and leaving you alone.

[calbeloved]

inktordem again!!! it's still an hour to midnight so im on time :)) busy busy days which means that's how it's going to be more often than not shshsh

day 9 - morte

some spoilers for opd id say, we're set somewhere between opd and opc here!!

Dante knows Death well. He's an occultist, he knows how the Elements work, he knows, he knows, he knows.

It's not knowledge that makes him look away from the spirals.

Arthur, outside of the bathroom, is still messing with his guitar; sudden on and off, yet quiet strumming that makes Dante think right, I'm doing something, I don't have the time for staring at spirals now.

…It's stupid.

He knows how Death works. In the end, the only thing It wants is to pull him in. Take some of that precious time he has, until there's nothing left.

Still. It doesn't change the subconscious feeling of frustration at being disrupted, can't they see he's busy doing something important-?

An exhale.

Dante breathes slowly and looks away from the mirror. He cranks up the faucet and wets his hands again (how did they dry off so fast?) and presses onto the bottle of soap, disposing the flowery smelling liquid into his palm.

He stares at it for a moment. At his hand.

…Outside the bathroom, Arthur says something, too quiet for him to pick up through the closed door. Still, it makes him move, almost on instinct; someone's waiting for him.

He washes his hands. Wipes them off on the towel hanging on the wall and opens the cabinet beneath the sink.

Two first aid kits, toilet paper, some towels, a hidden gun… and a pack of bandaids. Exactly what he's looking for.

They're not the ones Dante's used to. Instead of the cheap, bland bandaids that stink, these ones are visibly high quality and dotted with little dogs on them.

…huh.

Still, he doesn't put them away. He pushes the doorknob down and pushes the door open with his shoulder, staring at the box. Are the dogs from a cartoon, maybe..?

Arthur is already sitting on the bed. He smiles when Dante walks in, shifting- he pats the pillow next to him excitedly.

Dante manages to hold in a snort. “Sorry. Couldn't find the bandaids."

“Pshh. It's all fine, come here now, come on-”

Dante climbs onto the bed, bumping slightly into Arthur as he does. He almost wants to reach his hand out, to make sure he's a proper distance away- but no, he can see now, there's no need for that.

He's so excited for this… Dante can't help but absorb some of that energy. It is exciting, sure, but to see Arthur so glad to do this… with him, no less… It makes him feel something; almost like the beginning of a panic attack but nice – a squeeze in his insides, but not making him choke. Just… taking his breath away.

Dante looks at Arthur's face. Grinning, looking straight at him, so happy-

Once again. That feeling.

Wordlessly, Dante hands over the pack of bandaids. Logically, he knows that Arthur must have been the one to buy them, but thinking of it now… They're for kids, aren't they? That's embarrassing. “Are these ones okay? I didn't see any other packs, so I just…”

“Perfect!” Arthur exclaims before he can even finish speaking. “Man, I thought I lost those- look at Marshall!”

He shoves the box almost into Dante's face, pointing at one of the dogs. White with black spots. Cute. But…

“...Marshall?”

A pause. Arthur stares and slowly leans in closer. He blinks. “You… don't know Marshall. From Paw Patrol? You know- the show?”

Ah. Dante winces. Cartoons…

“Um. No?” He tries, too aware it comes out more like a question.

“...we are so watching that later,” Arthur whispers, eyes glowing. He grins again and shakes his head. “But- Later! Give me your hand now.”

Dante does.

Arthur gets the bandaids out of the box- he picks them out, fully focused, and lays them out on the bed. Grabs Dante's hand closer, positioning the fingers apart.

“Look, you're going to need to cover your pointer and middle finger for sure… If you really want to commit, we might as well bandage all of them.”

Dante looks at his hand. Over at the guitar laying on the bed; its metal strings. He doesn't shudder, but it's a close thing “...all is fine.”

“All! Okay…” Arthur hums and tugs him even closer- pointing at a blue bandaid with a smile. “How about Chase for this one, then?”

Dante nods, not trying to hide the smile appearing on his face. The dog is wearing a police uniform. That's… probably fine. He moves his hand so Arthur has easier access to the top of his fingers- and prepares to feel like a mummy.

Just tries to stare at Arthur instead of his hand and the tattoos on it.

[rebornologist]

Hi! I know I just requested something but I got another idea for Squalo (KHR) tho!!

I was thinking… Squalo being stressed all day (is there any day that he doesn’t ???😂) but like SUPER STRESSED …would he just hug the reader like charging battery or… doing something else to the reader?

Can be pure fluff or NSFW btw! Do what makes you comfortable!!

contents: established relationship, painfully domestic, suggestive option 2, kisses, nothing else really. 1k words.

Stressed ♡ Squalo/Reader Snippets ✧

Squalo has trouble managing his stress because his ego is humungous and he prides himself in his accomplishments, especially in regards to his ability to kick ass and get shit done. He is an overachiever with high standards for himself and he still works himself as if he is the official leader of the Varia (what he originally was meant to be, and might as well be, granted Xanxus is anti-paperwork and often anti-owning up to his responsibilities as boss.. y’all give Mr. Superbia a raise or else).

He’s adopted certain self-care rituals to wind down whenever he has free time, including (but not limited to) polishing his blades, spending some quality time with Alo, taking a nice long hot shower or soaking in the bath with a classic book (the art of war), and washing and brushing his hair.

I personally think that he’d be more low energy outside of work, but it doesn’t mean that he isn’t just as prone to having an outburst and yelling about something, anything, at the drop of a hat.

The rattling of keys captures your attention as the tall silver-haired swordsman discards them onto the dresser. He pads lightly into the room towards you, rolling out his shoulders silently, tilting his head side to side in a poor attempt to stretch his stiff neck muscles.

“Ah, you’re back, Squ-?!” Your greeting is interrupted by your face colliding with his sternum as he slumps against you, an arm snaking around your waist and resting his chin on your shoulder.

“Long day, huh..?” You mumble empathetically as you reciprocate the embrace, softly brushing your hand over the small of his back in an attempt to soothe him.

“No fuckin’ shit, [y/n].” He grumbles, clearly not in the mood to elaborate.

You lean against him in understanding, nuzzling your nose against the crook of his neck. Ideas float around in your head around how to take his mind off of the day he just had.

opts below.

[1] Run a bath ✧

[2] Offer a drink ♡

[1] You offer to run a bath just as a simple act of service to start the wind-down process for him.

The faucet spills hot water noisily into the porcelain tub and you catch yourself daydreaming as you stare into the frothing and bubbling liquid. You hear the door creak open and come back into reality, eyes moving quickly to meet the gaze of the man entering the bathroom.

“Hey! It’s almost ready..” you dip your arm in to about mid-forearm depth and swish the water around to feel for the temperature. “...salt?”

He grumbles an affirmative as he brushes out his hair in the mirror, threading slender fingers through the silver locks. His hair is always so pretty.. Oops, that’s enough salt..

You finish mixing in the Epsom salts, feeling soothed by the calm movement of your hand through the warm water. “Perfect,” you comment, lifting your limb out and shaking the excess liquid off, moving away to allow him to enter the bath. He does so, fairly quickly, clearly not in the mood to chat any further.

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You read silently over his shoulder, pressing a soft kiss to his temple before you begin to massage the shampoo into his hair, leaning forward to squint at the small text.

“It's so... technical. I don’t know how you find this engaging,” you muse, gently massaging his scalp.

He grunts, turning to retort something and chew you out for being shallow. He is unable to do that, as you tilt your head in to catch his open mouth in a quick kiss before pulling back smugly.

“What the h- what was that for?!”

You giggle and remove your hands from his now thoroughly lathered locks, letting the long strands back down to pool into the waters below. “Sorry,” you murmur, clearly not sorry about shutting him up in that way. “You should save your words, don’t mind me..” your smile reaches your eyes as your hands move to his shoulders this time, squeezing the tense muscles.

“What I mind right now is that you’re not in the water with me,” he grumbles, before setting the book down on the side table and sinking deep into the bath, closing his eyes.

That was your cue to join him. Your nose scrunches and your eyes light up, as you hastily act on that sarcastic request. Relaxing is best when done with someone you love, huh.

[2] What could you offer to make him feel better? A little treat, perhaps. He does enjoy his whisky neat, and prefers it be chilled through the glass or with the specialized stones instead of ice that waters it down.

“Could you use a drink?”

He pulls back from the embrace, and you can almost see the question stewing in his mind, the cogs turning slowly and his brows furrowing.

“Actually, yeah,” he mutters, punctuating it with a slight nod.

You fight back a smile, this was going to be a good night.

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Later in the evening, you find yourself lounging on the couch with a wine glass in hand, swishing the red liquid around as your mind wanders... as do your eyes, over your partner resting nearby, after a few glasses of whisky. He is fairly reclined, with his hair draped over the plush fabric and his eyes closed in contemplation.

“Squ..” your head tilts inquisitively. His long hair falls over his shoulder as his head raises from what he was doing. You notice that the first few buttons of his shirt have been undone, and your eyes trail over the way his sleeves are rolled up, exposing his lean forearms. The warmth builds in your cheeks, from the wine, you try to convince yourself.

“[Name],” he exhales audibly as he stands from his seated position. “I can see what you’re thinking..about,” the swordsman mumbles, arms crossing in front of him as he shifts his weight and stands facing you directly.

“Wh.. uh,” you can’t help but be distracted by the way the muscles in his forearm flex with the motion, and he absolutely tracks the way you gawk at his long legs. He feels his ego swell with pride, and this time his head tilts.

“Oi, eyes up here, perv.”

“Oh! Uh, sorry.”

He snorts in amusement, taking steps closer to you, slowly, teasingly. “If you wanted me to unwind by taking it out on you,” the tall man leans over your seated form on the couch, arms caging you in and a knee between your thighs before you’re able to shrink away. “Could have just said so..”

The syrup sweetness and smokiness of the drinks he had linger on his tongue as he kisses you greedily, forcing you to crane your neck back to accommodate him.

"Now that I'm warmed up, I can think of some ways that you can help me relax, actually.." a predatory, shark-like grin dances on his features, illuminated by the dim lighting in the room.

Your puffy lips fall slack as you watch him move, his hands travel down to tug at the buckle of his belt. The sight and sound of the metal clinking as he pulls it loose is certainly... mouthwatering, to say the least.

I seem to have lost the plot but fuck it we ball. fin.

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How to ensure your kitchen remodel adds value to your home

A well-planned kitchen remodel can significantly boost your home’s value, making it one of the best investments for homeowners. However, achieving a return on this investment requires thoughtful planning and smart choices. Here are some expert tips to ensure your kitchen remodel adds value to your home.

1. Layout and flow

Efficient flow ensures your kitchen is easy to navigate and enjoyable to use, which buyers find appealing. Aim for the "work triangle" rule, where the fridge, stove, and sink are easily accessible to one another. A functional layout also makes cooking and cleaning easier, adding practical value to the space.

2. Invest in quality materials

Quality materials not only look better but also last longer. Focus on durable countertops, solid cabinetry, and high-grade flooring. Engineered quartz countertops, for example, are both resilient and stylish, while soft-close cabinets bring that premium touch that buyers appreciate.

3. Focus on energy efficiency

Energy-efficient appliances and lighting appeal to environmentally-conscious buyers and help lower utility bills. Choose appliances with ENERGY STAR ratings, and consider installing LED lighting throughout the space.

4. Choose neutral, timeless design elements

Trendy designs date quickly. Choose neutral colours - whites, greys, or beiges - which have broad appeal and allow future homeowners to envision the space as their own. Timeless materials like subway tiles or classic shaker cabinets can ensure the kitchen feels stylish for years to come.

5. Add ample storage

Buyers love storage, especially in the kitchen. Consider pull-out shelves, deep drawers for pots and pans, and built-in solutions for maximum efficiency. Kitchen islands with built-in storage are a great way to add space without compromising on style.

6. Improve lighting

Lighting can dramatically change the feel of a kitchen. Ensure there’s a combination of task lighting, ambient lighting, and accent lighting to create a welcoming, functional space. Under-cabinet lighting can make food prep easier, while pendant lights over an island add a designer touch.

7. Smart kitchens

Modern buyers appreciate technology. Consider adding a few smart kitchen features. Touchless faucets, smart lighting and WiFi-enabled appliances make the kitchen feel more contemporary. These additions are relatively low-cost and enhance the appeal.

Are you considering a refurb? Chat to General Refurbs, London’s trusted refurbishment company. General Refurbs is a specialist, multi trade team with over 15 years’ experience covering a range of renovation and contracting services, including plumbing and electrical, windows and door installations, bathroom and kitchen design and installation, roofing, flooring and decorating.

With a focus on quality materials and craftsmanship, and ensuring a seamless customer journey, we bring years of expertise to each project, offering tailored solutions that combine functionality with style. We don’t just do one job, we build lasting relationships and our customers return time and again. Work with us and you will see why!

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Their expert team is dedicated to providing personalized assistance, ensuring you find the perfect fittings and fixtures for your needs. Whether you're renovating an existing space or embarking on a new construction project, you can trust AK Pipes & Sanitary to deliver top-notch products and superior service. Featuring renowned brands known for their innovation and reliability, they offer a seamless blend of functionality and style.

Visit AK Pipes & Sanitary, the trusted plumber bathroom fittings dealers in Bhubaneswar, and discover how their premium products can transform your spaces into modern, elegant environments.

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The Best Shower Sets for Every Budget

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Introduction

Are you in the market for a new shower set but feeling overwhelmed by the myriad options available? Fret not, for I have curated a list of the best shower sets for every budget, so you can indulge in a rejuvenating shower experience without breaking the bank. Embark on a sensory journey as we delve into the world of shower sets, transforming your daily routine into a luxurious escape. Imagine the soothing sensation of water cascading over you, providing not just a shower but a rejuvenating experience. In this guide, we explore the best shower sets available for every budget, ensuring that your daily indulgence is an opulent affair, enriched with humanized brand experiences. Let’s dive in!

Shower Sets for Every Budget

Luxury Delights

If you’re someone who believes in the mantra of “pamper yourself,” then a luxury shower set might be just what you need. The Kohler Converge Showerhead is a top contender in this category. With its elegant design and innovative features, it promises to elevate your shower routine to a whole new level of indulgence. The Hindware Rain Shower is another opulent choice, known for its cascading water flow that mimics the sensation of standing in a gentle monsoon. While these options may lean towards the higher end of the budget spectrum, the opulence and comfort they offer are truly unparalleled.

Mid-Range Marvels

For those seeking a balance between quality and cost, the mid-range shower sets present an array of enticing options. The Cera F7020103 Stainless Steel Overhead Shower is a popular choice in this category, revered for its durability and efficient water distribution. If you prefer a multifunctional shower experience, the Hindware 3-Flow Overhead Shower might be the perfect fit for you, offering various spray patterns to suit your mood. These sets are a testament to the fact that you don’t have to compromise on quality to stay within your budget.

Budget-Friendly Bliss

Even if you’re working with a tight budget, you can still find shower sets that deliver both functionality and value. Parryware New Cascade Shower is budget-friendly yet high-performing, loved by cost-conscious buyers. Another noteworthy mention is the Cera F1015401 Economy Health Faucet, which, despite its economical price, ensures a satisfying shower experience. These sets prove that luxury is not the sole prerogative of the high spenders.

How Yoobuy Can Help

Now, you might be wondering, “How do I get my hands on these fantastic shower sets?”. This is where Yoobuy comes to your rescue. Yoobuy is an online platform for bathroom fittings, including a variety of shower sets. Whether you’re looking for a luxurious rain shower or an affordable yet reliable option, Yoobuy has you covered. With its user-friendly interface and secure payment options, Yoobuy makes the entire shopping experience a breeze. What’s more, their prompt delivery and responsive customer support ensure that you receive your chosen shower set without any hassle. Here’s a guide to the best shower sets for every budget, with Yoobuy ensuring a seamless purchasing journey. Say goodbye to subpar showers and hello to a new era of bathing bliss!

Happy shower shopping!

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Why Foot Pedal Faucets Are a Must-Have for Your Home or Business

As technology advances, even the most mundane fixtures in our homes and businesses are being reimagined. One such innovation is the foot pedal faucet, a hands-free solution that’s revolutionizing how we access water. Here are five compelling reasons to consider installing foot pedal faucets in your home or business.

1. Superior Hygiene and Cleanliness

Germ-Free Operation: The ability to operate a faucet without using your hands significantly reduces the spread of bacteria and viruses. This is especially crucial in environments like kitchens, bathrooms, hospitals, and restaurants, where maintaining high hygiene standards is essential.

Ideal for Public Spaces: In places with high foot traffic such as public restrooms, restaurants, and healthcare facilities, foot pedal faucets help ensure users don’t touch potentially contaminated surfaces, enhancing overall cleanliness.

2. Significant Water Conservation

Efficient Water Use: Foot pedal faucets provide precise control over water flow, allowing you to quickly turn the water on and off as needed. This efficiency helps prevent water wastage, making it ideal for high-traffic areas like commercial kitchens or busy households.

Automatic Shutoff: Many foot pedal faucets feature an automatic shutoff mechanism, which stops the water flow as soon as you release the pedal. This helps conserve water and can lead to noticeable savings on your water bills over time.

3. Unmatched Convenience

Hands-Free Multitasking: Whether you’re a busy chef juggling multiple tasks or a parent with your hands full, foot pedal faucets offer unparalleled convenience. You can wash your hands or rinse vegetables without manually turning the faucet on and off, freeing up your hands for other tasks.

Accessibility for All: These faucets are also an excellent choice for individuals with limited mobility or disabilities. The foot pedal mechanism makes it easy for everyone to access water without needing to use their hands.

4. Durability and Longevity

Reduced Wear and Tear: Traditional faucet handles can wear out or break over time due to frequent use. Foot pedal faucets, however, experience less physical stress because they are operated by foot, extending their lifespan and reducing maintenance costs.

Built to Withstand Heavy Use: Constructed with high-quality materials, foot pedal faucets are designed to handle heavy use in both residential and commercial settings, ensuring they remain functional and efficient for years to come.

5. Enhanced Safety

Minimize Accidents: In busy environments like commercial kitchens or homes with young children, foot pedal faucets add a layer of safety. The water stops flowing immediately when the pedal is released, minimizing the risk of overflows or slips due to wet floors.

Temperature Control: Many foot pedal faucets come with pre-set temperature controls, reducing the risk of scalding. This feature is particularly beneficial for homes with children or elderly individuals, providing a safer water access solution.

Conclusion

Foot pedal faucets are transforming both residential and commercial settings by offering a blend of hygiene, efficiency, convenience, durability, and safety that traditional faucets can’t match. Whether you’re looking to enhance the cleanliness of your kitchen, conserve water, or provide easier access to water for everyone, foot pedal faucets are a smart and innovative choice. Consider making the switch to experience the numerous benefits they bring to your daily routine.

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Spending the holidays with Adjudicator

Your phone vibrated on the table with a notification from Vyn, you clicked on the tab and it directed you to the SMS app.

Do you wish to spend the holidays with me?

You felt like an invisible string pulling the corners of your lips, turning them into a huge grin. You quickly replied with an ‘Sure’ and pressed send. You put your phone off and continue to work on your cases. 

A few hours have flown by and it is now time to leave the law firm, which is your favourite part. You packed up your stuff and checked your phone. Vyn has called you 3 times, you panicked and hurriedly called him back. 

“Darling, I just wanted to inform you that I am down at the law firm, waiting for you.” Vyn tells you. This wasn’t the first time that Vyn has been picking you up from the law firm, in fact this has already become a regular routine in your personal lives. You have repeatedly told Vyn that he doesn’t need to call you every time he is down but Vyn insists that it’s impolite to not inform one another. 

You eventually got used to it. You headed down the building and saw a white car that was owned by Vyn. You went towards the car and opened the door. “Hello Darling, how was your day?” Vyn greets you with a soft smile and places your stuff on the backseat. “Tiring as always.” You sighed in exhaustion. Vyn begins to drive the car and proceeds to his mansion. 

The mansion that he lived in was an interesting one, secluded from the bustling and fast paced lives, one where he could breathe in peace. Vyn has rarely let others see who he truly is, luckily you have gained his trust and loyalty to the point, he casually allows you to set foot in his safe place with no authorization. 

You stared at the window that was surrounded by nature showering you with its best flora. One that caught your eye was the bleeding hearts. An innocent looking plant but with dangerous risk, the heart-shaped flower was drooping on a thin branch. You always adored the bright coral plant. 

You envision a delightful garden filled with various kinds of plants, trails of sweetness running throughout the air, radiant colours gracing your sight. You slowly drifted to slumber, Vyn took notice that you were in dreamland, he lowered the volume of the radio and used a shorter route to get to his mansion. 

Vyn gently shakes your shoulders. You felt your eyes being blinded by sunbeam and a pair of hands that was telling you to wake up. By the time, you fully regain your consciousness. “Darling, we’re here.” Vyn tells you. The two of you got out of the car with Vyn carrying your things. 

Vyn unlocked the doors of his mansion, both of you went inside of his house. Being at his house felt like home, you preferred it over your apartment. You feel lonely in your place. Vyn was in the same position as you. The two of you found comfort in each other’s warmth and found a sense of belonging. It felt like you and him were intertwined by a red string

The two of you put your things down. “I’ll take a bath.” You said to Vyn as you headed upstairs. His bathroom was enormous; it had a bathtub, sliding glass shower, and a sink. Vyn has numerous bath products laying around, varying from bath bombs, bath salts, bath oils, to scrubs. You were always pampered by Vyn so you did get first class princess experience. You picked the vanilla scented products since it was the festive season and you were starting to feel the season. 

You turned on the water and waited for it to be full. You examined the products in boredom, some of the items were made by him. High-quality vanilla products are difficult to acquire since they're out of your budget. Vyn had the pleasure to take his time and make you the things you needed. The tub has reached the top and you closed the faucet, you dropped the bath bomb and watched it dissolve. The water has turned into a light caramel colour then you scooped the bath salt and mixed it in the tub. 

The bathroom was starting to smell like a vanilla garden, you dropped a few of the oils in the tub. The bath was finally ready, you undressed yourself and put the clothes in the basket and you put on foot in. The water was warm, just perfect for you. You settled yourself in the tub, feeling yourself relax into it. The imaginary burden felt lifted from your shoulders. 

You reached out for the body wash and put it on your loofah. You begin rubbing the body wash on your body, you make sure to scrub each part of your body thoroughly. You rinsed the bubbles off of your skin. You reach out for the scrub and take a handful of it and exfoliate it on your skin then rinse it off your skin. 

You sat in the tub and allowed the warm water to absorb your body. You were enjoying the silence, suddenly there was a knock on the door. “Darling, how is the bath?” Vyn’s voice was somewhat heard through the door. “It’s good!” You said to him. “That is good to hear,” You can feel how Vyn is relieved about the bath. You can tell that he puts all of his love into carefully selecting the items that he thinks you would like. 

“After you take a bath, there’s a change of clothes on the bed.” Vyn’s voice becomes more faint as he walks away. You stay in the tub for a while and savour the feeling before draining it then wiping your body with a towel. You headed to the shared bedroom, there found a dress that’s neatly folded, on top of it was matching pearl earrings and necklace. A smile creeped up to your lips, you felt like your heart was racing fast. It’s not your first time receiving a treatment like this, you can't help but feel special at how Vyn is showering you with everything. 

You put the dress on and it looked amazing on you. You put on the pearl jewellery set then sprayed perfume on the pulse points. Vyn knocks the door. “Are you done?” He asks. “Yes!” You replied. You open the door to see Vyn all dressed up in a white suit, his hair was parted and he wore rectangular glasses instead of his usual one. He held out his hand and said “Accompany me to our date in Amaranth restaurant”. Subconsciously, your hand intertwined with his. Vyn gently pulls you towards himself and the two of you walked to his car and allowed the atmosphere to take over.

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The Ultimate Shower Cleaning Routine for a Sparkling Bathroom

Tired of a dirty shower? Follow these simple steps to get your shower looking brand new in no time. Say goodbye to soap scum and hello to a fresh, clean space.

Cleaning your shower doesn't have to be a daunting task. With these five simple steps, you can easily tackle any mess and enjoy a clean, refreshing shower.

Say goodbye to grime and hello to a sparkling clean shower with these five easy steps. Learn how to clean your shower like a pro today!

Gather Your Supplies.

Before you start cleaning your shower, make sure you have all the necessary supplies. You will need a scrub brush, a squeegee, a cleaning solution (such as vinegar and water or a commercial cleaner), a bucket, and a microfiber cloth. 

It’s also a good idea to wear gloves to protect your hands from any harsh chemicals in the cleaning solution. Once you have everything you need, you’re ready to start cleaning!

Products & Tools

The products and tools that you’re going to need for this are:

Tub and tile cleaner (here’s a great DIY tub and tile cleaner)

All-purpose bathroom cleaner

Microfiber cloth,

Rubber gloves

Squeegee

Non-scratching sponge

Microfiber cloth

Cleaning toothbrush. 

Cleaning tools recommender:

Eraser Scrub Daddy 10 x

When it comes to scrubbing the walls and floor of your shower, having the right cleaning tool can make all the difference. 

That’s where the Scrub Daddy comes in. This versatile sponge is perfect for tackling tough stains and grime, while still being gentle enough to use on delicate surfaces. 

Plus, its unique texture changes based on the temperature of the water, making it even more effective at scrubbing away dirt and grime. 

Simply wet the Scrub Daddy, apply your cleaning solution, and start scrubbing away. Your shower will be sparkling clean in no time!

Scotch-Brite, Bath Scrubber,

Scrubbing the walls and floor of your shower may not be the most enjoyable task, but it’s essential for keeping your shower sparkling clean. 

To make the job easier, invest in a high-quality scrub brush or sponge, like the Scrub Daddy or Scotch-Brite Bath Scrubber. These tools are designed to tackle tough stains and grime, while still being gentle enough to use on delicate surfaces. 

Pre-Treat the Shower.

Before you start scrubbing away at your shower, it’s important to pre-treat any areas that are particularly dirty or stained. 

This will help to loosen up any grime or buildup, making it easier to clean. You can use a variety of pre-treatment methods, depending on the type of stain you’re dealing with. 

For example, if you have hard water stains, you can use a mixture of vinegar and baking soda to dissolve the buildup. For soap scum, you can use a commercial cleaner or a mixture of dish soap and warm water. 

Apply the pre-treatment to the affected areas and let it sit for a few minutes before moving on to the next step.

Once you’ve pre-treated any problem areas, it’s time to start cleaning the rest of the shower. 

Begin by spraying the entire surface with a cleaning solution, such as a mixture of vinegar and water or a commercial cleaner. 

Next, use a scrub brush or sponge to scrub away any dirt, grime, or soap scum. Be sure to pay extra attention to the corners and crevices where buildup can accumulate. 

Scrub the Walls and Floor.

Once you’ve pre-treated any problem areas, it’s time to start scrubbing the walls and floor of your shower. 

Use a scrub brush or sponge and a cleaning solution to tackle any dirt, grime, or soap scum that has built up. Be sure to pay special attention to corners, edges, and any areas where water tends to pool. 

Rinse the walls and floor thoroughly with warm water to remove any remaining cleaning solution. If you have stubborn stains that won’t come out, you may need to repeat the pre-treatment and scrubbing steps a few times until the area is clean.

Clean the Showerhead and Faucets.

Don't forget to clean the showerhead and faucets to complete your sparkling shower routine. 

Use a mixture of equal parts water and white vinegar to soak the showerhead and faucets for at least 30 minutes. 

Then, use a soft-bristled brush to scrub away any buildup or mineral deposits. Rinse thoroughly with warm water and dry with a clean cloth. Your showerhead and faucets will look as good as new!

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Living Our Lives

Fandom: The Umbrella Academy Summary: Five wanted to see more of the world than he got to when he was working for the Commission and living during the apocalypse. So as soon as he was able to, Viktor took him on as many vacations as he could. Warnings: PTSD flashbacks, triggered panic attacks, and mentions of canon-typical violence Word Count: 3,209 Ship(s): Five Hargreeves/Viktor Hargreeves

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A/N: So I specifically chose to write them being in a national/state park because I love being in them and writing them in a car is very boring (car rides are always boring for me because I have to sleep through them to avoid being sick). The events of this fic are also something that happened to me in real life, which was another reason I decided to write this for this prompt. I hope you guys enjoy it! Stay sissy and bitchy everyone <3

fresh starts - road trip - getting back together/mutual pining - "make me" - acceptance - fairytale AU

Viktor woke to the sound of the waves crashing against the sandy pebble-ridden beach outside of their hotel room. They weren’t exactly water-front, but it was a five minute walk even at low tide to be standing directly in the ocean. The sound traveled well over the beach and the small grassy area that led up to the hotel, twisting through half-open window in the bathroom and then filling the room with the repetitive sound.

When he finally managed to pry his eyes open from where he had been sleeping, he looked over the room again. It was still cloudy outside from the rainstorm that they had the day before, but Viktor liked it like that. They had been on the road for almost a week at this point and he was already feeling nostalgic and home sick for the east coast.

The room that he and his husband had booked for the three days that they were going to be visiting attractions in the area was plain and a little outdated. The TV locked away in the entertainment center only hooked up to the little DVD player underneath it and didn’t have cable, though that wasn’t something they were worried about since they had each other to keep them busy. There was no minifridge, so all of the things that they had bought to eat where being kept cold in their cooler with a chunk of dry ice that they had bought from a convenience store in town. The beds were comfortable, with a thick quilt on the top of the sheets instead of the oversized comforters. The shower and faucet had outdated fixtures and it took a lot to get them to go to the right temperature but they always got there eventually.

Overall, everything in the little motel room was a somewhat scuffed up (like the table and desk near the sliding glass doors out the back of their room) but it was clean and homey. It was a nice break from all of the high-end hotels that they had been staying at while traveling through the bigger cities to get to the more desolate part of the country where they were going to be staying for longer. While those hotels technically had higher quality items, it always felt specifically like they were in someone else’s house and they couldn’t never really get comfortable.

“Good morning,” Five’s gruff voice mumbled as the taller man pressed a kiss to Viktor’s hair.

Viktor rolled over in the bed so that he was facing towards his husband and away from the door and the ocean. “Good morning, Five. How did you sleep?”

“I always sleep well when I know you’re here, my love,” Five murmured as he leaned forward and pressed their lips together in a kiss. Viktor let out a small hum and returned the sign of affection. He knew that his husband had probably had a couple of nightmares and spent at least an hour awake trying to calm himself down from them, but they were both doing so much better. They had been through so much in such a short time that they were going to be struggling with PTSD and nightmares for a while, but they had each other so they knew that they could handle it.

“Mm,” Viktor hummed. He buried his cold nose into the crook of Five’s neck for just a moment before the other man let out a grunt and pushed him away. Viktor rolled back to where he had been laying before and laughed, his eyes crinkling at the sides. 

Five moved so that his hands were on either side of Viktor’s shoulders and he was towering over the other man. “You sneak,” he laughed before he lowered himself down enough that he could kiss Viktor. The smaller man giggled as his husband’s entire body encompassed him so that he had the steady, breathing pressure on top of him.

They laid like that for a little while longer before they decided that they had to get up for the day. Five traveled down to the small area just off of the check-in desk that had a couple vending machines and then some breakfast offerings. The motel wasn’t like a standard hotel with a hot breakfast, but rather they had several different single-serving cereals, oatmeals, fruits, and pre-packaged baked goods available for the guests to come and get from six to ten in the morning.

Viktor stayed behind in their room so that he could ready their lunches. They were spending three days in the town that they were in and they were only on the second, so they didn’t need to pack the entire cooler. When they were doing activities they both tried to pack nonperishables or things that would be fine to sit out in the heat for a little while until they got around to eating them.

Once Five returned with their breakfast, they cuddled together on the bed while eating and listening to the sound of the waves rolling in. Viktor had unlocked their back door now that they were awake, so they were also getting the lovely smell of the ocean and fresh air flooding in from the outside. After a lifetime of scrambling to get back to each other and making sure that they could stay with each other, it was nice to have a quiet moment like this.

They finished eating and then packed up everything that they would need for their adventures before they got into the car. Five had managed to get the 1950s stingray that he had wanted when they were in the third apocalypse, even if that was only something that he had wanted back then because of the hormones flowing through his teenage-aged body. It was a car that they kept in incredibly good condition but loved to bring with them on their adventures.

Viktor was practically vibrating in his seat as they turned away from all of the buildings and cars of the town and into the lush wilderness. They had been coming to see quite a few things, including a couple of tourist-traps that they knew existed only to steal their money but were still fun to go and ogle at. The main thing that they had stopped in this specific town to go see, however, was the redwoods. There were several state and national parks littered down the coast line of Oregon and California, but the one that they were going to visit today was only a half hour drive away from their hotel. 

The highway had been built down the middle of the grand trees, which meant that they didn’t have to pay an entry fee the same way that they had for Lassen Vista Park and Yosemite National Park earlier in their trip. Of course, they’d be making a stop by the visitor’s center so that they could donate to the upkeep of the park after their hikes.

They pulled into one of the parking areas and removed themselves from the car. Five was digging through their bag to make sure that they had bug repellent, plenty of water, and the food that Viktor had packed. The other man was sitting on the hood of the car with his shirt off as he rubbed sunscreen into every spare inch of skin that he could.

“People are ogling at you, my love,” Five mumbled as he glanced up to see some of the other people sharing their parking space staring directly at his partner’s mostly-naked form.

“They can look all they want, because they’re never going to be able to even touch me,” Viktor chuckled as he turned his head up so that he was looking towards his partner.

“Oh? And why is that?” Five asked. He set the bag down so that it was leaning up against the car and then walked over to his husband. He placed his hands on either of Viktor’s hips and dragged him forward so that the smaller man was practically in his lap.

“Mostly because I’m all yours,” Viktor replied as a cat-like grin spread over his face. He put one of his sunscreen-slick hands on the back of Five’s neck and then nearly dragged him down so that they could kiss.

Five didn’t mind as he was going to have to put some of the protective material on himself once Viktor had finished with it. The ex-assassin had spent his entire life in the apocalypse trying to find a way to cover as much of his skin as possible without overheating so that he could avoid sunburn, there was no way that he was going to pass up the opportunity to never have to go through something like that ever again.

They broke apart from the kiss a few minutes later after Five knew that everyone would have looked away from them. “Damn straight. You’re mine,” he leaned down and bit over the hickey that he had put on Viktor’s neck last night despite the sour taste that coated his tongue thanks to the sunscreen.

“You’re a dork,” Viktor informed him with another quick kiss to the lips. The duo then quickly wrapped up what they were doing so that they could get started on their hike. Five finished packing the bag and then sunscreening himself while Viktor secured the backpack over his shoulders. Throughout the day they would switch out who had it, and Viktor had decided that he was going to take the first shift.

They began down the trail hand-in-hand while staring up at the huge trees that surrounded them. Sticks and roots stopped them from staring directly up at the huge fern-like leaves that wove together to create a beautiful, shady canopy. There was plenty to see at the ground-level as well. Old animal prints from when humans weren’t on the path during the off season and at night had been near permanently secured into the mud. Sorrel was hiding from the sun where the branches and leaves above allowed the bright light to cascade down onto the earth. Several of the fallen redwoods also gave way to new life, supporting clones that were just beginning their stretch up towards the sky.

There weren’t very many people on the hike that they were on, but still quite a few. They hadn’t chosen one of the ADA paths so that they wouldn’t run into people with strollers, since those ones tended to be the most family and small child friendly as well. The path that they were on was relatively flat but very long and required the ability to walk up a couple of steps when they got to the middle. It was harder than a light stroll as the smaller loops supported, but not as hard as some of the more adventures hikes that took all day. Viktor wanted to be able to do a small loop in each part of the park if they had time, and Five was dedicated to making that happen.

They walked down the path, stopping a couple of times to enjoy the birdcall or identify one of the smaller critters that they could see scuttling through the underbrush towards wherever it was that they were going. They were happy, they were at peace, especially since they were with each other.

Of course, since they were Hargreeves through-and-through, that wasn’t going to last for long.

They had just rounded part of the path so that they were being looped back to the entrance when a crisp, clear cracking sound rang through the entire forest. It silenced all of the noise from the cars a half mile away from them and the buzzing of the critters and insects that called the forest their home. 

Instinctively, Viktor harnessed some of the sharp sound so that his body began to glow with the raw force of his power. His head turning widely in circles as he tried to figure out where it had come from, his mind immediately assuming that it had been a firework or explosion. Five, on the other hand, was convinced that it had been a gunshot. He reached out so that he was holding tightly to Viktor’s shoulder just incase he needed to teleport himself and his husband away. The only reason that he hadn’t reflexively used his powers was because of how out of the habit he had gotten in their half decade of safe married life.

The cracking that followed afterwards let them know that what they had heard was not a firework or a gunshot, but rather a tree breaking down the middle.

Viktor grasped Five’s hand and quickly tugged them further down the path so that they could get away from the trees. His head was swirling in either direction as he tried to figure out where it was that the sound was coming from. The way that it echoed throughout the entire forest made it incredibly hard to pin-point where the tree was breaking and where they had to go to be able to avoid it.

Both of them could feel nothing but fear coursing through them as images of having their lives cut short by one of the huge trees that they had been so adoring of only moments prior flashed through both of their minds. The trees around them felt too ancient and magical to come crashing down like they were.

The smaller of the two men toppled back over a root so that he was flailing, his hands and arms pinwheeling before he tumbled down onto the packed earth of the path. Five’s attention was snapped away from where he was staring at the tree coming down a fourth of a mile away from them and back down to his husband.

“Viktor, are you okay?” he asked as he knelt down beside the other man so that he could make sure that he was okay. Flashes of their previous adventures, moments when they were both this scared and creating new traumas, were rushing through his mind as quickly as they could. It wasn’t something that he particularly wanted to be happening but he knew that it also wasn’t something that he got to stop just because he didn’t want it.

He didn’t reply for a while longer as he stared at where the tree had fallen. Leaves and dust rose up from the ground in a huge cloud due to the force that the redwood had come down with. Viktor could see shards of wood that had splintered off from where half of the tree had come down while the other half remained upright.

“Shit, that was so scary,” he whispered as he brought his hand up to his forehead. He was quivering slightly as the adrenaline in his system began to ease up and left his muscles exhausted. 

Five let out a near-hysterical laugh. He had been through a lot, including a couple of buildings falling down as he scrambled to get out of them, but this had still managed to shock him. He leaned down and pressed a kiss to Viktor’s mouth to try and reassure him that it was okay. “Certainly wasn’t what I was expecting to happen today.”

The smaller man let out a jerky laugh. He tilted his forehead forward so that it was resting on Five’s shoulder. “I love you, you know that?”

“I would certainly hope so, otherwise being married to me for this long is going to be rather embarrassing for the both of us,” he chuckled. He pressed another kiss to the top of Viktor’s head and then helped his husband up.

The other people that had been hiking along their trail when the tree had fallen were also rather shaken up. They were talking amongst themselves and pointing out towards the brand new, splintered boards of red wood. Before anyone had a chance to venture off of the trail to see what had happened, several rangers appeared. One of them roped off the edge with bright yellow tape to prevent any of them from being able to walk to the fallen tree without stepping over the barrier.

The other rangers walked through the path, carefully picking their way around the sorrel and ferns so that they could reach the tree and examine all the damage. The one remaining park worker turned around and then said, “I know that was scary but we’ve got it handled! Thank you all for your cooperation, please stay on the path. Out this way is a lot of poison oak and wildlife that should be left to the professionals to deal with.”

“Makes sense,” Viktor mumbled. He picked himself up from the ground and then brushed the dirt and crunched leaves off of his pants. He then ran a shaky hand through his hair and turned towards his husband. “I know that it wasn’t the plan for today but I think we should just go back to the hotel and try to calm down from this.”

Five’s mouth flickered down into a frown. He reached down so that he could tilt his husband’s face up towards him. “Vik, remember what Dr. Kelly said. We can’t let a small bad part of the experience make us stop from doing something that we were planning on and looking forward to. That’s what happened the last time we went on a roadtrip and we both felt extremely disappointed by it.”

“I don’t want to push you any further if you feel triggered, though,” he mumbled. He turned his head down as much as he could with the hand still underneath his chin. “I knew that there was a chance that a couple of trees could come down while we were here. I did a lot of research about it and the ground has been so dry that several redwoods have already come down on the roads and stuff. None in this area, so I thought that it would be fine.”

“Viktor,” Five stopped his ramble before he could continue to send himself into a deeper spiral of shame. “You did all the research that you needed to and then made an educated decision with the information that you had. You didn’t bring us here knowing for certain that there would be something triggering for us both. I also know how desperately you wanted to come here. I mean, you’ve wanted to visit this park for years now. The worst has basically already happened, so let’s keep going with our plan, yeah?”

The ex-superhero let out a small laugh. He tilted his head into Five’s hold so that they were still close together. “You know what, you’re right. Let’s go enjoy the rest of our vacation, okay? We don’t need to let one thing ruin everything else for us.”

Five leaned down and pressed a kiss to his husband’s mouth before they started back down the path so that they could continue the rest of their day. They were a little bit jumpier than they would have been had the tree not fell, but they were still having a wonderful time with each other.

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