#i got a little ahead of myself doing so much work on the graphics before i can even make it functional with the code and everything

[mossymanor]

Low res preview of the dress up game I'm working on! It will be fairy themed, only one skin tone for now until I can figure out the code and get it working, but then I plan to add more as well as additional dresses and wings. I also still need to design the menu/controls.

[citrus-moonlight]

Danger Starts the Sharp Incline

Fandom: MCU - Age of Ultron, Black Panther Pairing: Demon!Klaue x Fem Scientist Reader Chapters: 1 of 1 Word count: 4.5K Rating: Explicit

Summary: At your scientific organization the study of demon energy output has become no less mundane than it would at any other research facility. That is until you find yourself trapped with the demon who has recently shifted in your thoughts from an idle curiosity to a distraction.

Warnings: Explicit Rating!, No Age Specified, PWP, One Shot, Smut, Let Me Be Clear: This Is Absolute Filth, Monster Fucking, Demon Fucking, Could be viewed as Dubcon, Implied Mind Manipulation, But to be clear reader is Into It, Pet Names, Touch Starved Demon, Oral Sex (Fem Receiving), Vaginal Fingering, Big Hands I Know You're the One, Unprotected PIV, Size Kink, Squirting, A Lot of Demon Cum, Like A Lot, Cum Marking, Creampie, Breeding Kink, Multiple Orgasms (both), Overstimulation, Possessiveness

A/N: Once again, this was supposed to be a quick little smutty thing that ended up getting very, very away from me. This honestly could have been even longer (it was over 5.5k and counting at one point!), but I managed to reign myself in, lol. I almost feel like I have enough for a part two, so who knows, perhaps I'll revisit this AU one day in the future!

This was inspired by the first bit of this absolutely incredible demon/scientist blurb* by @biscuitdragonwithastick, which you should definitely read first (thank you for the ok to go ahead with this!). It fully dug its claws (pun intended?) into my brain and refused let me go. I couldn't stop thinking about a Demon!Klaue AU, and thanks to some lovely encouragement, this is the result!

Please, please mind the tags, my dears, and thank you for reading!

*Demon's name has been changed here to fit the AU

Dividers by the lovely @saradika-graphics ❤️

UPDATING TO ADD PLEASE GO CHECK OUT THIS DEMON!KLAUE FANART BY MY INCREDIBLE LOVELY TALENTED FRIEND, truly I have not stopped screaming! 😍🥹💕

Work title is from "All Mine" by Portishead

AO3 Link

Make no mistake You shan't escape Tethered and tied There's nowhere to hide from me All mine You have to be

Klaw’s reaction continues to be noted by the higher-ups, and eventually it’s decided that they want to conduct an experiment, using you.

The next time you’re scheduled on the cleaning rotation they want to take the opportunity to determine if there’s a measurable difference in output and chemical composition - before and after you’ve been in the room with him.

���Just consider what it might mean to the future of energy research”, they’d said. “It could lead to the discovery of a demon-sensitive pheromone additive that boosts energy output across the board.”

Although you flush at the outward acknowledgement of what’s been happening, you can’t deny that it intrigues you.

Especially since you had started dreaming about him.

Since you’d stopped being able to control how wet you got when you observed him.

Since the self-consciousness you’d felt at the sidelong glances of your colleagues had started feeling like something else. 

Something like pride.

* * * * * *

Two days later you’re scheduled for the night shift alone, with not much else to do but make the occasional note in the shift log and wait for the alarm that indicates the mare’s collection tank is full. So you wait. 

And watch.

For the first time you have a chance to really just look at him, and you’re finding it difficult to pay attention to the instruments that you should be monitoring. Your eyes instead are continually drawn back to the observation window and the thick mop of black curls that falls across his forehead where his horns emerge, sharp features are framed by the scruff of a dark beard, and an intriguing mix of tattoos, brands and scars play across the planes and curves of his body.

Although his muscles aren’t as chiseled as many of the demons you've observed in this facility his shoulders and arms are thick, and you unconsciously lick your lips as your eyes follow the dark hair that covers his broad chest and abdomen down to where it meets the wiry hair at the base of his cock.

A slick warmth has been slowly pooling between your thighs since you settled into your chair at the beginning of the shift, but as you watch the bored pumping of his hips fall into a smoother, swaying rhythm, that warmth ignites.

Widening his stance, hooved feet brace on the floor as he pulls out further before thrusting back in, letting you watch his cock slide slowly back into the machine’s opening, burying himself with a jutting roll of his hips, over and over. Almost teasing. 

Almost taunting.

This could be you.

It’s only when Klaw drags his hands along the metal “body” of the mare that you notice it: The claws of the first three fingers of his right hand seem to be…gone? 

With a flicker of concern you flip a switch on the console, using the camera to zoom in. 

Ok, no, they’re not gone per se, but they’re definitely shorter, nearly down to the quick. Was it an accident? Did they break in a fervor as he fucked the contraption? 

Frowning at the screen your mind turns over the possibilities, but before you can think to add the peculiarity to your notes your thoughts fizzle away when you glance back up to the observation window and see that he’s watching you.

As soon as your eyes meet his the tease in his movements falls away and he’s bottoming out hard against the opening in a rough, stuttered rhythm as his eyes cloud over, and you know from past observation that he’s nearing the edge.

Your inner muscles clench and the ache that’s been building since you walked in here swells and overlaps with a flaring jealousy when Klaw shudders and growls, filling the receptacle with another thick load of his seed.

You don’t even realize that you stood up until you feel the cool glass of the observation window beneath your palms, your breath fogging the surface as you press yourself against the barrier.

There’s still a slow, uneven cadence to the demon’s thrusts following his climax, but his gaze swiftly sharpens on you again when one of your hands drifts idly across your stomach, then lower, fingers brushing over the top button of your pants-

-and then you jump when a shrill sound interrupts you, nearly growling at the surge of frustration.

The alarm is piercing and incessant and won’t stop until you enter the demon’s room, so you return to the control panel to activate the sigil that will keep him contained while you clean and recalibrate the machine - tests having shown that a laser projection of the correct wavelength of light is just as effective as a physical binding.

Once you’re through the airlock you quickly set to working through the checklist, unhooking the mechanism that feeds into tanks in the floor and connecting it to a fresh one. You move on to cleaning the unfeeling hole that the demon fucks into day in and day out, your breath going shallow at the jealousy that continues to singe your nerves. 

His gaze stays entirely focused on you as you move around, cock swaying heavily in front of  broad thighs - still hard, always hard - the still leaking head so dark it’s nearly purple. 

The slick between your thighs has only increased since you started to work, fairly certain that you’ve soaked through your panties at this point, and when you have to pass closer to his “cage” he leans forward, nearly pressing himself against the barrier as he follows your path.

Inhaling deeply his cock twitches, more cum dripping from the tip as he ruts at the air, and you can't help but wonder if he’s picking up your frustrated arousal.

“Hurry up.” you chide yourself. “Stop getting distracted. Just finish your shit and get out.”

Kneeling down behind the machine you open the access panel and flip through the menus until you find the one that will complete the calibration, and while you’re focused on watching it cycle you don’t notice the outer door open from the hall into the observation room. 

The intern who enters must not see you where you’re kneeling on the floor, and evidently thinking that the trap has been left on in error he flips the switch to deactivate it.

When the light from the beaming sigil goes dark you pop up in alarm, the face of the intern frozen in an almost comedic grimace of horror when he finally registers that you’re staring back at him from the wrong side of the glass. 

The man reaches for the switch again but Klaw’s reflexes are faster, and before the trap can be reactivated the demon rushes the door. Slamming his shoulder against it he jams it so thoroughly they'll need to bring in special equipment to get it open again, but at this time of night it'll be hours, if you’re lucky, before a crew gets here.

Then he rounds on you.

With an oddly warm sense of detachment you think that you should feel fear as you watch the slow grin spread across his face, but the only thing you feel is a surge of hot, aching desire. 

He rumbles something you don’t understand, though the rough texture of his words is still intoxicating, and before you realize what you’re doing you’re walking towards him, pulling your shirt over your head as you move. 

Because right now you find that you want - need - to bare yourself for him, the sensation of it intense that your skin feels like it’s going to scald if you don’t get your clothes off now, and your shoes, pants and underwear quickly join the discarded pile on the floor.

Stopping in front of him you reach back to unclasp your bra, but your arms pause mid-way when Klaw’s hand reaches out, your breath hitching when he hooks a large, clawed finger beneath your chin, tilting your head up so that your eyes meet his.

You’d always assumed that his eyes were black, but this close you realize that they’re actually an impossibly deep blue, a blue that only resides along the penumbra of light and shadow where the last rays of sun reach into the depths of the ocean

You stand mesmerized as his hand dips lower, leaving behind a trail of gooseflesh as a claw trails gently down the delicate skin of your neck and chest, and then with a flick of his wrist the last scrap of fabric covering you gives way, exposing your breasts to the cool air.  

You’ve barely shrugged off the ruined garment when suddenly you’re being picked up - so, so easily - and placed on a table, swiftly reminded of how much larger and stronger he is than you, and once again dimly aware that you should feel fear, or dread, or some instinct telling you to run.

Not of the shiver of anticipation that leaves your breath hitching in your chest. 

Definitely not the wild need blooming in your core as sharp teeth ghost along the place where your blood thrums, his breath hot and his skin hotter.

His mouth continues its path downward, pausing to lick at the soft swell of your breasts, taking a moment to pull and pluck at your nipples with his lips. A pleased growl vibrates against your skin when you lean back onto your hands with a moan, arching into the swirl of his tongue around your pebbled flesh. 

It’s not long, though, before he can no longer ignore the way this increases the heated musk between your thighs, leaving behind a wet trail of saliva as his mouth travels down, seeking the place where you’re already dripping for him.

The demon's hands nearly wrap entirely around your thighs yet his touch is almost cautious as he presses you open, mesmerized by the way you unfold for him like the petals of a flower, slick and shining.

HIs eyes are heavy lidded as thick fingers begin to tease through your folds, toying with your clit, surprising you with how softly he rolls it between thumb and forefinger, a grin curving the corner of his mouth when your hips buck into his touch.

Noting your reaction he repeats the motion, gently pinching and rolling the sensitive bud until your mouth drops open and your breath is coming in sharp gasps, his dark eyes staying fixed between your legs as thick fingers coax a warm, honeyed orgasm from you, leaving you keening and startled by the slow intensity of it.

You’ve barely caught your breath when you feel his mouth suddenly envelop your mound, lapping eagerly at your release as you whine and writhe beneath his tongue, overwhelmed at the stimulation.

It’s too much, all of this is too much, but as he continues licking and suckling at your sensitive flesh you find that you’re no longer fighting it, the hum of bliss that hadn’t yet faded already building to a fresh swell, and when his lips capture your clit with a sudden fluttering pressure your body stiffens as your second orgasm flares through you, sharper and brighter than the first. 

When he finally releases you he speaks again, but through the haze of afterglow it takes a moment for it to register that this time you think that you understand him, the word seeming to appear within your mind at the same time that you hear it from his glistening lips.

“Sweet.” 

With a start you look down at him and he pauses, head tilting, curiosity knitting his heavy brows. 

Not moving his eyes from yours, his voice is a low, tentative purr when he speaks again.

“Would your sweet cunt like..more?”

Holy fuck. You can understand him.

Your thoughts spin as the shock works its way through you, the analytical part of your mind attempting to parse what the fuck is happening. Is it the increased time in his proximity? The physical contact? Whatever the mechanism, you can suddenly hear- or perhaps more accurately feel - his words, somewhere deep in your conscience.

A firm nod, then, in answer to his question, a responding pull of his lips into a slow, pleased grin.

Dipping his head Klaw licks a broad, wet stripe up your cleft, and then he’s devouring you, slavering hungrily against your sex, drool mixing with your arousal as his lips and tongue work your aching bundle of nerves until you’re gasping shallow breaths, every muscle strung taught as you hover on the edge once more.

Seeking for an anchor your hands find his curved horns, warm and leathery beneath your scrabbling fingers, and then with a rasping cry you’re coming in long, surging waves, your entire body trembling as your hips chase every flutter of pleasure on the tip of his tongue. 

Dimly you think that he must be satisfied now, that you must be satisfied, yet it seems as though with every climax you only hunger more intensely for the next. 

Once your hands release his horns and fall limp at your sides Klaw straightens up, and then wrapping his hand around his cock he starts roughly stroking himself. 

Almost without thinking your legs fall open, shaky arms pulling your knees back to expose yourself to him, knowing he can see how your soaked cunt still clenches through the last waves of your orgasm, and it’s only a few more strokes before he’s coming with a rough jerk of his hips and you gasp at the heat, thick ropes of cum streaking across your slick folds and the insides of your thighs.  

Still breathing hard, the pumping of his fist gradually slows, a hand drifting along the curve of your inner thigh as his focus comes back to you. Gathering some of the sticky mess he left between your legs he drags it through your folds, and then suddenly a thick finger is sliding into you.

Even as you gasp at the intrusion you begin to understand that he had actually done it on purpose: Biting down those claws himself because, it seems, he had been thinking about this.

The realization that it was for you leaves your entire body humming, and as your hips cant up to meet the slow, almost teasing thrusts, there’s only one word that swells and ripens in your mind, uncertain whether it’s your word or his even as it falls from your lips.

“More.”

A knowing glint flashes in his eyes at your soft plea, and almost immediately you feel a second finger slipping against you. Just teasing his fingertips at your entrance at first he lets your juices slick them before pressing into you, both fingers together nearly as thick as a human cock.

You moan as he continues to slide them in and out of you, and just as you begin to sink into the ache of it, you moan low in your throat when suddenly he’s adding a third.

The heady pressure of him working three fingers into your already stretched hole is overwhelming, and you’re unsure whether you want to throw yourself towards the sensation or resist it, your body arching into him, yet tensing and pulling away at the same time.

But then he’s pressing you down onto the table, his hand nearly spanning the width of your chest to hold you in place as his fingers continue nudging deeper.

“Where are you going, little one? Going to have to take it if you want my cock." 

As if to emphasize his words he drags his erection against the inside of your thigh with a grunted sigh, a fresh streak of precum adding to the mess that he’s already left on you.

Because of course you do, and he knows it, has known it since you stopped being able to look away from his hunched form as he fucked into his mechanical mate, a warm curiosity growing into a distracting need.

And you know that he could have taken you at any time, could have forced himself into you as soon as your clothes were a forgotten pile on the floor. But instead, he’s been preparing you to take him properly, making you come until the only thing you know is his mouth and his fingers and you’re soft and trembling and ravenous.

“God yes.” You spread your legs wide again, giving him an obscene view of where his fingers are sinking into you, slick sounds filling the room as they pump faster now.

“There you go.” He croons above you. “Made for this, hmm?" 

Any attempt at a response trails into a choked cry when he finds that soft, needy spot deep inside you, a fresh, pulsing heat spreading through your already exhausted body as he takes you apart once more. Still pinned beneath his hand you’re unable to do anything but allow it to wash through you, shaking and whimpering as he continues to drag firm, curling strokes against your clenching walls.

Leaning down Klaw presses his face into your heaving chest, and your nipples tighten and ache as he licks languorously between your breasts, his huffed breath is hot against your skin.

As your senses filter back in your hands slowly begin to move, exploring the corded muscles of his neck and shoulders, trembling fingers tugging and sliding through his hair, and then up and over his horns again.

Letting your eyes slip closed you take in the ridged curve of them, a velvety pleasure blooming in your chest when he inhales sharply, cock throbbing against your thigh when your fingers wrap around the base of them.

Finally pulling his fingers out of you he tugs you up, turning around and repositioning you so that you’re straddling his broad hips as best you can. Strong hands support you, encouraging you to slide your slick folds along his shaft, a giddy sort of panic stuttering in your chest at the sudden awareness of the size of him where he twitches between your thighs.

Desperate whines that may as well be prayers slide from your throat when he lifts you higher and you feel the thick, bulbous head of his cock nudging against your entrance, the only words falling from your lips a whispered litany of “Oh my god oh my god oh my god."

“I’m not your God, little one,” he growls softly, words distorted as if you're hearing them through a sediment of granite and blood. "But you will worship me."

“Yes. Yes..Oh fuck, please.” 

Beneath your lilting plea you dimly hear gritted curses and words of encouragement as you circle your hips, your arousal making a slick mess of his cock.

You can't help how eagerly your hips rock down, seeking more, so lost in the sensations that you're unprepared when a hard press of your hips matches his upward thrust, and the thick head of his cock suddenly ruts up into you, and when he slips past the tight ring of muscle the feral sound from deep in your chest nearly matches his.

Panting open mouthed you hold him there before rising up, slowly, slowly, letting him slip out of you before sinking down to take him back in. You feel weightless beneath the obsidian glint in his eyes as he watches you repeat the motion again, and again, his arms helping you move as you start to shake from the effort of riding just the head of his cock.

Even now there’s something warm and urgent drawing your hand lower, and you’re unable to help feeling pleased when his eyes go heavy as his gaze follows your fingers down to where they press against your clit.

“So..needy.” he rumbles. “Better than I imagined.”

“You..imagined?” You pant, attempting to sound coy, but your words are thick with lust as you continue to roll your hips, forcing yourself down further down his length. 

Your movements are becoming less controlled now, and when your fingers slip and brush against his shaft you whimper at how fucking big he feels where he's stretching you open, and how much of him is still outside of you.

You can feel every slick ridge and vein beneath your hand, and as you slide it along his length the muscles of his thighs tense and flex beneath you, his breathing going rough as your messy strokes continue.

“Look at you taking my cock,” Klaw grits, the demon’s hips beginning to stutter up in short, sharp thrusts. “Such a good little pet.” 

His words trail into a low growl that vibrates through your body as you feel a hard throb beneath your hand, and then heat.

You gasp, continuing to writhe as he spills into you, coating your inner walls with his thick seed, and almost you feel as though you could come again just from the heat of it.

Fuck, you need more of that.

Need it deeper.

Even as the pulsing beneath your fingers slows he doesn't stop moving, finally coming inside of you seeming only to have tipped his need to fevered desire. Holding you in place he thrusts up harder, dislodging your hand, and you can feel his spend leaking out of you, dripping down the insides of your thighs and slicking his still hard cock as he continues to drive deeper, no longer letting you set the pace. 

“This is what you wanted, wasn’t it?” He taunts, voice still a rough half-whisper after his orgasm. “Could feel it when you watched me. Wanted me to fill your little cunt, hmm?”

“Yes.” You let out a growled sob, jealous anger surging through you. ”That..thing, doesn’t fucking deserve it.”

A flame crackles in Klaw’s eyes at your heated words, and you wonder with a jolt of awareness whether he hasn’t been just as desperate for this as you have, longing for you as he remained trapped in the torment of a cold, unfeeling machine. Driven purely by instinct, chasing his release over and over again but never being truly satisfied.

The sudden realization that you could give that to him floods you with almost as much pleasure as the agony of being filled with his cock.

You’ve barely processed the thought when you suddenly find yourself with your back once again pressed against the cool metal of the table, Klaw only pulling out of you briefly before thrusting back in, harder.

He continues a slow, controlled rhythm, both of you panting hard as you feel yourself softening around him, becoming more pliant as your body relents to every stroke until with a final arching rock of his hips your cunt is completely stretched and full, everything so impossibly tight that you can’t even clench around him.

He's never felt anything quite like you, the achingly tight grip of your pussy leaving him nearly breathless as he holds himself as deep as he can, huffing and grunting like a bull while he watches you writhe and spasm beneath him.

Then he starts to fuck you.

He tries to keep his strokes firm and measured at first, but he can’t hold back anymore and it's not long before his chest is heaving, lips curled in a snarl, and it feels as though you're being split open as he pulls you back onto his cock in time to meet every thrust. 

A scarlet thread runs through every cell of your soft animal body, stringing tighter and tighter as pleasure builds to the edge of breaking but then surging higher, a fresh ecstasy building on every peak. 

The tightening grip around your waist signals the absolute loss of his control and when you hiss at the sudden piercing bite of his claws he moves his hands to brace on the table instead, his broad body forcing your legs back towards your shoulders as he leans down over you, driving his cock as deep as he can get into your willing heat until he’s grunting and drooling above you. 

A divine bliss slides through your veins as you lie beneath him, caught between the trammel of his arms, and as you watch his base instinct take over you begin to understand that only fools could believe that lust is a sin. 

And even if it was, even if you were offered perfect grace in this moment, you know with absolute certainty that you would refuse.

An infernal dam is finally swelling to breaking as you surrender to every relentless thrust of his cock, your wailed sobs the only sounds you can make as an impossible pressure ripples through your core, and with a deep throb you suddenly feel a drenching heat as your release washes over his cock and your thighs. 

“There you go.” Klaw growls. “Make a mess for me, little one.” 

This seems to be his final undoing, and as you continue to soak his cock his thrusting goes ragged until with rough groan he’s coming deep inside you, stilling himself to keep the head of his cock pressed against the deepest part of you, making sure that you feel every hot, throbbing pulse of his cum as it fills you.

Keeping himself seated deep he rocks slow grinding thrusts into the slippery mess he’s made of his you, the lust that’s had no real outlet finally finding satisfaction in the way your clenching cunt is milking his cock, in the gentle swell of your belly as he pumps you full of his seed.

You’re a sweaty, twitching mess beneath him, and as much as you wish you could you’re unable to take all of it, can’t help how it spills out around his cock where you’re stretched and sore, how his cum and yours drips down your swollen sex to pool beneath you on the table.

His hands don't stop moving over your body, cupping your breasts, grasping at you hips, sliding over the ripe swell of you where he can feel you filled with his cock and his cum. Vaguely aware of soft grunts mixed with mumbled praise, you don’t register what he’s saying at first through the haze of euphoria.

“Going to be mine.” he rumbles, between languorous strokes. ”My little queen.” 

“Mine.”

* * * * * * *

The room is warm and flickering, silken sheets decadent beneath your fingers, your body thrumming with a heated anticipation that never seems to fade, now.

Rough hands lift your hips as your demon mounts you from behind, a hand placed firmly between your shoulder blades, pressing you down into the mattress.

A panting whine slides from your throat as he spreads you open, the thick head of his cock prodding your entrance, pleased to see you’re still dripping with his seed from the last time he filled you. And he doesn’t like leaving you empty for very long.

“Say it again, little one.” Klaw growls softly, holding himself still. Waiting.

“Yours.” 

You sigh, a smile curling around the word as he pushes into you.

“I’m yours.”

A/N: As ever, thank you for reading! This was definitely a bit outside my comfort zone, but I hope you enjoyed this filthy little foray into monster fuckery. 😊

[stellewriites]

https://www.tumblr.com/stellewriites/765393221177196544/httpswwwtumblrcomstellewriites76537667751582?source=share — thanks for offering to tell me! it’s not so much that i can’t read it, rather i’m just mentally preparing since i love the fic so much already. only question now is on how violent is it gonna be 😬 (the noncon), if you’ve thought that far ahead. by that i mean are we talking physically forced through harm etc or like being coerced emotionally/or verbally. can’t wait for any other future work xx.

hi again anon!!

i literally just finished this scene so i’m gonna describe it under the cut for spoiler reasons but i’m not gonna go into graphic detail - more black and white plain language so you can decide what you wanna do 🫂

again just let me know if you want the lines before and after the scene - it’s not detrimental to the plot so you can skip it easily xx

it starts closer to physical harm. reader is slightly injured/dazed and has her upper body held still by johnny while kyle has sex with her. though they don’t threaten to harm her, johnny was the one to make her dazed and they don’t give her much room to move. she says no and stop - this is used when kyle first steps behind her and then when he moves it along a little too quickly (encouraged by johnny) and she’s worried about not enough prep.

there’s a single use of ‘slut’ by johnny. they both are convinced (or pretending, up to readers’ interpretation) that she’s into it and only hesitant because of her husband/being married.

towards the end it dips into dubcon with reader pushing back into kyle and she has a brief thought when kyle cums inside her about how maybe now she’ll get the baby she’s always wanted.

they take her to their room and when she’s passing out (adrenaline, head injury, a generally exhausting day before allll of this too) johnny plays with the cum leaking out and rubs his cock through it. not explicitly stated but inferred that he has sex with her when she’s asleep.

i’ll also note that in regards to reader’s pov i don’t get descriptive with how she feels - if you’re concerned it might be quite graphic in describing her panic or stress or internal thoughts as it happens, i don’t go into that. it’s smth i find difficult to read and write myself. at most it goes more into her hiding the reluctant pleasure she feels as it happens, e.g. hiding her face in johnnys leg to muffle any sounds.

hope this has helped any!! if you’ve got any more questions anon please please feel free to send them in and ask, i’m happy to explain anything else in more detail or less if this was too much or whatever you need for an easier read :D

[theworldibuilt4you]

[Addie broke out into a huge grin, and felt their own face warming. They... Didn't even realize he had previously put in the effort to try...!]

N-no! I… Like that you can see me. I mean, I get to see you all the time, so now we're even!

[They crossed their arms and stuck their tongue out playfully at Casey's offhand comment.]

Nyeeeeeh! That's me sticking my tongue out at you, Case-Case…!

-Addie

[Casey rolled their eyes, but there was a dull smile on their face. It was clear that they're just playing... they're much more relaxed than they had seemed before as well. Something about not having to do anything dangerous anymore just sort of puts you at ease.]

"Sooo... what's the goal now..? I mean we got that admin whatever away from Kinito, but what now..?"

[Sonny puts a hand to his chin, tapping his heel against the digital grass of their home.]

"I've already got a lot of stuff starting in the background... I'm starting with little things. Kinito hasn't updated anything in a... long... long time.. So all the drivers on the main server computer are years out of date."

[He gestures a hand out at nothing. Something only he could see, perhaps.]

"Once the graphics and display drivers are up to date, plus a hard drive cleanup, everyone should start to see a huge difference in performance. I wanted to make sure the graphics card started first, as all of our models depend on it. You'll feel a bit more energetic eventually, which will help you last longer without your constant naps, Casey."

[Now it was their time to glance away sheepishly]

"I... I thought it was just laziness on my part, dude.."

"Not at all..! Sluggishness and fatigue is bound to be a side effect of poor disk maintenance... Once everything minor like that is up and going, I'll have to see what I can do about world corruption... I may need to create a new instance if I can't find the source. Corrupted world data can be a pickle to work out, and..-"

[He took a glance back towards

Addie.... what a rambler he was being.]

"...Perhaps I'm getting ahead of myself. Apologies.."

[a-real-cupcake]

An explanation to my Discord profile picture.

Alright, so my Discord profile picture has been pretty much the exact same ever since I got Discord way back in 2017. When I do change it, it's to a recolor of the same picture. So, what is my profile picture?

It's this. A screencap of an anime called Kaiba. I wont do an explanation of what the anime is about, but basically it's my favorite anime so I just started using it as my pfp on Discord and it's basically just kind of become my thing. I would like to just to just double mention that the original screen cap is not drawn by me, it is from the anime Kaiba directed and created by Masaaki Yuasa so please go give it a watch.

The oldest edit I have still on my computer is this one here where I basically tried making a "retrowave" type pfp. At the time I never really liked it, and looking back on it I really don't like it because I've gotten a lot better at making these things.

That said, I did add to that specific picture right after this and removed the background to replace it with the original Kaiba background which does look better.

I tried making a Pride pfp not long after and it turned out pretty bad.

My very first Christmas pfp in 2018 was...well it was not good if I'm being honest.

My first official recolor that I have wasn't until 2020. That's when I decided to recreate the outline of the original drawing so I could do my own thing. The colors I used for this come from Kamina from the anime Gurren Lagann.

The next one I did after Kamina was Stocking Anarchy, a character from Panty & Stocking, another one of my favorite anime.

Next up is Halloween of 2020. This would be the first Halloween pfp I have saved, and probably ever made. It is just a jack-o-lantern. The concept of it I think is pretty clever, but the actual execution just didn't work. Maybe I can do it again another year and make it better.

And after Halloween comes Christmas, this being the second Christmas pfp I have means it has to be better....right? I had a whole year to get better. You can decide that.

This next one isn't one I did, it's actually one a friend of mine did for me. It's just the normal Kaiba picture, but they made him a cat boy! I actually do come back to this one from time to time.

Ok so shockingly, for 2021 I didn't really have any new pfps, at least none that I saved, so we're jumping right into Halloween 2021. It's Dracula and I actually really like this one. This I think is when I think I can see a change in myself getting better at making these, and graphic design as a whole.

Christmas 2021 was also really good, it's a gingerbread man! Has texture and everything. Also one of my favorites I've done.

I eventually decided to upscale the original Kaiba picture, remove the background, and leave just the outline and was left with this.

I was then able to do cool things like this Nonbinary Kaiba. I did this when me and a bunch of friends in a server were doing similar pfp.

One that I really love is this "real" Kaiba that I made. I usually use Paint.net to make all my stuff be that YouTube thumbnails or these profile pictures, but I decided to try out Gimp just for this one specific pfp to get the warp tool and I think it worked out.

I'm not going to show all of my pictures, but I do want to leave it off with this years Halloween pfp. It's Sally from The Nightmare Before Christmas.

With that being said I'm going to go ahead and leave a screenshot of the folder that hold all of my Kaiba pictures just so you can see the rest of them that I didn't show here. It's funny how this little joke of a profile picture has unintentionally been helping me better myself at graphic design.

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‘Home To Hawkins’ By MoonFlowerWrites on WattPad :) An Eddie Munson Fan-Fiction Inspired By Stranger Things

A/N: Hey everyone! Here's the fourth chapter of my Eddie Munson fan-fic! I'll be posting a chapter for this every few days, so check for updates. :) This is kind of a strangers to friends to lovers story. There will be graphic smut and mature content in this story, so please stop reading if you're not 18+. Thanks for checking out my story and I hope you enjoy it!! xx

~ Abbey, the writer. :) <3 xx

Word Count: 8525 words

Warning: This Chapter Contains admit, 18+ only

•••

Eddie and I couldn't keep our hands off each other as he safely raced us to his place. He kept his hand tightly on my thigh the entire time, circling his thumb over my jeans. I sporadically leaned over to kiss him on his neck and cheek.

I didn't want to distract him too much, since he was driving and it was dark outside, but I simply couldn't help myself. He was intoxicatingly sexy and I was beyond eager to get him undressed when we got to his place. I had wanted him to take me in the back of his van next to the bar but the slight chance of getting caught by Robin and Steve or anyone else wasn't worth it tonight.

He had lent me a black and red flannel when we got back in the front of the car so that I could stay warm. The heat wasn't the best in his old van, he'd said, and he didn't want me getting sick.

My outfit now must have looked insane but it was dark out and I didn't care what I was wearing. I doubted Eddie did either. Soon enough, I would hopefully be naked and in Eddie's bed, totally at his mercy.

•••

The ride to Eddie's trailer was relatively short, yet felt like an unbearably long eternity. He stopped right out front of his place and raced around to my side of the car once he turned off the engine. He pulled himself together before opening my door and motioned for me to walk into his place.

"This way, m'lady," Eddie said playfully as if I couldn't find the way myself but I let him be a gentleman.

Eddie ran ahead of me, once I was out of his van, to unlock the front door and get it opened for us. I led the way inside and was a little surprised to see a few lights on.

"Your uncle isn't home, is he?" I asked softly as Eddie pulled the creaking door closed behind us and I looked around the living room, which was noticeably cleaner than last night.

"No, no he's not," Eddie said as he rested his keys on a hook next to the door and pulled me close to him by the belt loops of my jeans. "He must've left the lights on before he left. He's working nights all this week."

Eddie started frantically kissing me, going from my forehead and moving down my cheek until his lips found mine. I wrapped my arms around his shoulders and took off his patch-covered vest while doing so. I tossed it and my tote bag onto the couch in the living room, before Eddie started guiding us through his trailer.

He pressed me up against his kitchen counter as his hands trailed down my sides. He rested his thumbs under the hem of my jeans as his lips moved roughly with mine.

Before I could get my bearings, he was pulling me down the hallway and into his bedroom. We crashed into the walls on the way, knocking down a couple mugs and a picture or two from our eager clumsiness but luckily didn't break anything. I didn't think that he would care if we did, anyways. We were already lost in each other.

Eddie kept our embrace and kiss as I heard him slide his hand around the wall, presumably searching for his light switch. I heard the familiar noise of lights flicking on and an amber hue lit the space as he moved me into the center of his room, all while he held our sloppy, feverish kisses.

After a moment more of being enthralled by each other, Eddie pulled away and caught his breath. I stared longingly at him, waiting to see what he wanted to do next. He guided me over to the edge of his unmade bed and sat me down.

"Wait here, sweetheart," Eddie said as his hand slipped from mine and he walked over to his bedroom door before heading back down the hallway.

He yelled to me as he hurried into the living room for something, "be right back!"

I looked around Eddie's perfectly cluttered room while I waited for his return. There was so much to take in.

His love of music was obvious. Band posters and a hand-painted tapestry with his own band's name littered his walls. There was an acoustic guitar sitting by his dresser and another one, this one electric, hung proudly on his wall over his desk. He had a ton of show event posters, as well, showing that he'd been to his fair share of concerts.

Everything about Eddie's room made perfect sense for what I knew about him, but it was pretty messy and I couldn't take in everything all at once. He definitely had a pleasing personal style.

His desk and dresser were covered in cassettes, personal hygiene products, and little figurines that could only guess were from his D&D campaigns. There was even a pepper shaker sitting on the corner of his desk.

He must eat in here but what hell Eddie... I can't help but laugh... He's just so weird and cute... He's perfect...

•••

My first impression of Eddie's room was cut short when his figure appeared in the doorway. He was dangling my citrine necklace between his fingers as he glided over to me, a devilish smile twisted on his face.

"Oh, shit. Where did you find that, Eddie?" I asked as I tried to reach up for it but he quickly snatched it away. "I thought I lost it."

"Thought you left it here so you'd have a reason to come back," Eddie played as he went to set my necklace in the top drawer of his white desk.

He continued as he walked over to stand right in front of me, resting his legs in-between mine, "you can have it back. If..."

"If what, Eddie?" I said as I stood up, practically resting my body against his.

"If you're a good girl for me tonight, you can have it back," Eddie said as he pulled me in and started kissing me again.

I knew that he was going to give it back regardless of if I could come or not, but I had a feeling that he was going to get me there. My body exploded in excitement as I prepared for him to take me over. I parted my lips and let his tongue win dominance over mine just how he liked.

Robin said she hadn't seen him with many girls but he clearly knew what he was doing. The thought of anyone and anything else left my mind the moment that Eddie started running his fingers under the hem of my t-shirt.

I had wanted to take off my clothes when Eddie had left me alone in his room but I didn't want to be presumptuous. I figured that Eddie would want to do it himself or watch me undress.

"Can I take these off you?" Eddie asked as he kissed behind my ear and down the side of my neck as he brushed my hair to the side with one hand and tugged at my borrowed flannel and shirt with the other.

"Please, Eddie," I said as I started to shrug off the flannel and Eddie took the lead, sliding it down my arms and tossing it into his open closet.

He swiftly lifted up my shirt but left my black bra on. His mouth opened slightly and he bit his knuckles as he took in the sight of my almost bare chest in front of him.

He wasted no time in quickly undoing my jeans and I kicked them to the side when he slid them down to my ankles. He stepped back for a second and looked at my body once more, illuminated faintly in the yellowish glow of his lamps. Before we went any further, he lifted off his shirt and I melted when I saw what was underneath.

He was covered with a few black and grey tattoos that I hadn't been able to see before now. He'd always been wearing long sleeves when I'd seen him and I was even more attracted to him in this moment.

My eyes trailed down his perfect figure and I couldn't help but notice some dark scars across his stomach and sides. I wasn't going to ask what they were from but I wanted to kiss them and show him just how beautifully perfect he was.

"Lay back. Now," Eddie said confidently as he guided me back onto his soft mattress.

He rested his body on top of mine, his skin extremely warm to the touch against mine. I leaned up to kiss his sure lips as his hand found its way to the edge of my panties.

"Is this okay?" Eddie asked and I nodded but that wasn't enough for him. "I need to hear you say it, pretty girl."

"Yes, please touch me," I said as my chest rose and fell quickly in front of me. "I've been thinking about you all fucking day, Eddie. I need you."

He started kissing me down my jawline and neck as he found his way to my chest. He laid soft kisses and love bites along my cleavage as his fingers rubbed my center over my cotton panties.

Eddie's kisses didn't stop at my breasts. He kept moving down, kissing my soft stomach as he moved his way down, landing in between my thighs. He kissed me once on my hip, his hand still slowly swirling on my center over my drenched underwear.

Oh god... I'm so wet already... I hope he's not turned off by that...

"You feel so good," Eddie purred as he smirked deviously up at me, throwing any worries of mine out the window. "Tell me if any of this is too much and I'll stop, okay?"

"Okay, promise," I said softly as waves of pleasure started slowly rolling through me.

"Mm, I like how ready for me you are. You're going to do so well for me. I can just tell," Eddie said smirking between my already trembling thighs. "You're not getting off easily tonight."

Eddie's cool rings brushed against the insides of my thick, flushed thighs as he pulled my black cotton underwear slowly down my legs and threw them against his band-poster-covered wall. They smacked against a pair of handcuffs that he had tacked next to his bed. I hadn't noticed them before and hoped we could try them out sometime but tonight I wanted to be able to touch him back.

I tried to lean up, to reach and undo Eddie's jeans, but he pushed me back onto the bed and shook his head at me. He brought two fingers up to my dripping center and ran them in between my folds slowly as he looked up at me.

"Did I tell you that you could move?" Eddie purred as his face moved close to my center and he licked his lips.

"I'm sorry, I just-" I breathed as my heart beat out of my rising chest. "I just really want to touch you, Eddie. Please..."

"Beg all you want, pretty girl," Eddie said while he teased my folds slowly. "This is all about you tonight."

I let out the breath I had been holding in as Eddie slipped one of his thick fingers into my ready center. He had taken his rings off and set them on the desk but part of me wished that he would have left them on.

We can play around more next time...

He pushed his finger steadily into me as he started to pick up his speed. Everything he was doing felt amazing but I wanted to experience more of him.

"More please," I moaned as I gripped his comforter between my fingertips.

Eddie obliged my desperate request and started moving even faster inside of me. I rolled my hips slightly with his movements and he pulled against my hip, bringing himself close to me.

A faint moan escaped my lips as a second finger slid in when I nodded my approval to him. He was gripping tightly into my side with his free hand and I appreciated how considerate he was, all while roughly pleasuring me.

"Can I kiss you here?" Eddie said as his plump lips hovered over my center, his fingers still steadily pumping into me.

"Please," I said as I gulped.

"So needy," Eddie teased as he brought his mouth to my core.

His tongue found itself right against my clit as he started circling it. He kept a light pressure on my sensitive bud while he continued to wreck me. The combined sensation of his sure fingers and tongue was sending waves of pleasure coursing rapidly through my body.

"Mm, you taste so good," Eddie said as momentarily came up for air before putting his mouth back on me.

I knew I wasn't going to last much longer when I started clenching around Eddie's hand. Moans and gasps were bursting from me as I reached the cusp of my climax. He must have been able to feel it too because right as I was about to finish for him, he stopped all of his movements and pulled away.

My high came crashing down before it even started and I leaned up to face him, breathless and utterly confused. I didn't know why he had gotten me so close and then moved away. I went to speak but he leaned up and put a wet finger against my lips, silencing me with my own wetness.

Oh my god... I do taste good...

"Now, what did I tell you?" Eddie said before he lightly bit the inside of my thigh.

"I was so close baby," I sighed pathetically.

"But did I tell you to come?" Eddie said as his pretty face lit up with that devious smile of his.

"No, but-" I tried to say but Eddie stopped me once again.

"This is for dancing with Harrington in front of me. Now lay back and let me get you there again," Eddie said as he scooted closer to me again and leaned back down.

He grabbed the sides of my legs as he moved his mouth back down to my core. This time he only used his tongue but I wasn't lacking any pleasure, by any means.

Fuck... He's so fucking good at this...

He swirled his tongue around my clit until he moved down and slid it into my center. I had never had someone please me like this before and Eddie's touch was undeniably intoxicating.

My hands flew to his hair and gripped tightly into his curls as he moved in and out of my core. This seemed to encourage his flawless efforts and he started to move with even more fervor, sliding his fingers back inside of me.

I held him close to me as I squeezed my thighs around him. My breath began to hitch as I felt my body begin to tense and warm again. I was close to my end again when Eddie cruelly pulled away from me, just before I could come undone.

I released my grip on his hair as I caught my breath. I looked blankly at him as he couldn't hide the smile that was growing between his flushed cheeks. Without saying a word, I reached for his hair and moved him back down to my center.

"Mm, now we're getting somewhere," Eddie mocked when he could sense my obvious impatience.

He resumed his previous actions, swiftly slipping his fingers inside of me, but this time adding a third. I tightened my core and thighs around him as if that would stop him from pulling away again. This time, I needed him to let me finish. I couldn't take much more, even though it felt so incredibly delicious to be teased and pleased like this.

Eddie's tongue moved with the perfect pressure on my bundle of nerves as that and his thick fingers pushed me closer to my finish. He moved his other hand to one of mine and I released the grip of his hair. He held my left hand in his while his other kept a steady rhythm inside of my pulsing core.

Of course his fingers of magic... He's playing me like I bet he plays that guitar of his... Oh my god... I'm so fucking close, I might scream....

I reveled in the immense bliss that Eddie was giving me. I'd have to work him up more often if this is what he considered to be a punishment. He could torture me any time he desired. I was ready to be all his, if he would have me.

"Eddie, please," I moaned as needy as ever, while my breathing quickened. "Please let me come this time."

"Mm, you think you deserve it?" He asked from between my shaking legs.

"Yes..." I said desperately as I felt the heat growing and my center clenching around him once more.

"Come for me, sweetheart. You've been such a good girl for me tonight," Eddie finally relented as he moved his lips back to my folds.

The instant that his lips were back on my core I could feel the waves of my orgasm ripping through me. I hit a high that I never had before, even by myself.

I held tightly onto Eddie's free hand, intertwining my fingers in his, and his sheets as he kept up his unwavering movements on my core. I rolled my hips against him while I wrapped my legs tighter around him, not wanting the ecstasy to ever end.

When the wave had crashed and Eddie could tell that I was nice and finished, he pulled his fingers from me and put them straight to his lips. He licked my juices clean from himself before he kissed me once more on the inside of my right thigh.

He looked up at me in a way he never had before. An openness behind his eyes was letting me in unlike any partner ever had. I pulled at his shoulders until he was laying on top of me and swirling his soft lips against mine.

I tried once more to reach for his jeans and he didn't stop me this time. I unbuckled his black leather belt and ripped it from his waist as we held our kiss.

Eddie's hands found their way to the back of my bra and undid the unnecessary piece of clothing. He whipped it behind him as his tongue began to dance with mine. I let him take the lead as I started to undo the button on his tight jeans.

When his pants were unfastened, I switched our position so that he was now the one laying back and I was the one kneeling between his toned legs. Through the thin fabric of his grey boxers, I could tell that he was ready for whatever I was going to do to him. His hardness had grown and the look in his eyes told me everything I needed to know.

Before I dared to pull his boxers down, I leaned up to kiss his lips once more. I moved my kisses slowly down his neck and chest, leaving my mark on his tattooed skin as I made my way lower and lower.

I was salivating as my fingers hovered over the edge of his boxers. My center was still throbbing from Eddie pleasing me but also from the anticipation of getting to make him feel as good as he had just made me.

"Are you sure?" Eddie asked when he misunderstood my eagerness for wariness. I wanted to do this, I just didn't want our time together tonight to come to an end.

"Yes, please," I said as I bit my lip and started to pull at the edge of his boxers.

I continued as I stared at his impressively large cock, lowering myself to just above his pink tip, "let me truly make the night up to you. I'm dying to taste you."

Eddie threw his head back into his mess of pillows and blankets as I sunk my mouth from the tip of him all the way to his base. I could feel him throb in between my cheeks as I held them suctioned around him.

I worked my way up and down him slowly as I adjusted to his size. I hadn't been with anyone quite as big as Eddie but he wasn't anything I couldn't handle. It actually made this easier, how long and thick he was.

I dug my nails into his thighs as he tensed them. Low moans were ripping from his lips as I picked up my speed a bit.

I traced down the muscle lines on his thighs with my left hand as I moved my right to grasp around his shaft. I moved it up and down on his wet hardness as I circled my lips around his tip.

"Jesus Christ, Violet," Eddie moaned loud enough for his neighbors to hear and the sound of my name leaving his mouth made my dewy skin erupt in chills.

I moved my hand away as I took all of him down my throat once more. While he was just hitting the back of my throat, I slid my tongue out and swept it across his balls. Eddie writhed underneath me from the pleasure and I could feel his cock start to throb again. He could barely contain himself.

Oh my god... He's so close...

I slowly worked my way back to his tip and kept a steady rhythm until I could tell he was about to come. I moved my hand back to his shaft as I got him closer and closer to his edge of pleasure.

"I'm- I'm so close, sweetheart," Eddie said, using the affectionate pet name that had earlier melted me. "Where do you want me, baby?"

Heat rushed to my cheeks at the sweet way he was talking to me with his cock deep down my throat. I loved making him feel this good. I had never truly enjoyed going down on a guy this much before, usually only girls, but it was different with Eddie. He was different than anyone I'd ever met and I would do anything to make him feel good.

I slowly moved my mouth from him, my lips making a loud popping sound at the loss of him, keeping my speed and pressure with my hand on him, "wherever you please."

I moved my mouth back to his tip and I could feel Eddie leaning up slightly to watch me as I finished him off. I slid effortlessly up and down his large shaft and I knew he was going to come any second.

"I want to come in that pretty mouth of yours if that's okay," Eddie moaned as his breathing quickened.

Eddie erupted into a loud moan of pleasure as I nodded slightly with him still between my lips and kept my motions slow and steady as I felt him release himself down my throat. I had never let a guy do this before and it was easier than I'd thought. It felt really good as his warm cum filled me.

I slowly lifted myself off of him, swallowing his finish as I pulled his boxers back up his legs. His breathing was staggered and low as my fingers lightly traced up his thighs. He succumbed to the delectable overstimulation and frantically pulled me up next to him.

I lay against him as we both fought to catch our breath. Eddie wrapped his arms tightly around me and held me close to him, our bare chests rising and falling in synchronicity. He moved one hand to run it up and down my arm, reigniting the goosebumps he'd been giving me all night.

"I don't think I'll ever get enough of you," Eddie said, breaking our comfortable silence.

"Oh, Eddie..." I breathed, taken aback by his tenderness after we had just devoured each other. I nestled my head into his chest and traced my fingers along his tattoos. "I'm sorry that you thought anything was going on with Steve and me. Actually um- well, I've never really done anything like this so soon with someone."

"Me neither," Eddie said as he pinched my arm lightly with his fingers. "And you already said sorry on my face tonight. All is forgiven, m'lady."

Eddie kissed my forehead before he sat and up moved out of the bed. He went to grab my clothes that he had strewn about his room. I laid in his bed, fully naked, until he gathered every piece of mine, and handed them back to me.

I stood up to get dressed but before I could slip on my jeans, Eddie tossed me some boxers to throw on. I was a little confused until he wrapped his arms around my waist and pulled me into him.

"Stay the night with me? For real this time?" Eddie asked as he kissed my neck and trailed his hands up and down my back.

"I did get a good night's sleep here..." I said playfully as he pulled back and smiled sweetly at me. "Of course, I'll stay with you, Eddie."

Eddie pulled me in for a tight hug before he let me get fully dressed. He slipped his own boxers back on and put on a faded Iron Maiden t-shirt. He went into the bathroom to freshen up and brush his teeth before bed and I waited, resting up against his desk while I processed everything that we had just done.

I never want to leave him... I wish we could stay here, in this moment, in this room, forever...

•••

After a few minutes, Eddie came back to the bedroom and I took my turn in the bathroom. He had initially offered for me to go first but I insisted that he should. He could get his place locked up while I was taking my turn.

I was quick using the bathroom, just finger brushing my teeth and peeing once more before bed. His boxers were a little snug on me but they were stretchy so they were just like a little pair of shorts. I turned off the light and walked down the dimly lit hallway back to Eddie's bedroom.

He was back and waiting for me in bed when I returned. He had turned off all of the lights except for the one right next to his bed and I stood in the doorway for just a moment, taking in how beautiful he looked in the low light. His jaw was stunningly illuminated in the warm glow and his curls rested perfectly around his face.

"What? What's wrong?" Eddie asked as he looked at me with a puzzled look.

"Nothings wrong, Eddie. Promise," I said, my cheeks reddening from slight embarrassment that he'd caught me staring so blatantly. "You're just- it's nothing. Sorry."

I walked over to the bed and crawled in next to Eddie. He lifted the blanket up for me and tucked me in when I laid my body against his.

"You can tell me," Eddie insisted.

I paused for a moment. I didn't want him to think I was weird but he had to know how I felt about him.

"You're just really beautiful. That's all," I said as I shut my eyes and rested my head against his shoulder.

"Mm," Eddie purred as he leaned over and kissed my forehead. "I've never been called that before..."

I leaned up and kissed his cheek lightly before laying back down. I could hear Eddie's breathing start to steady as we both slipped further and further off into sleepiness. I was just about to fall asleep when I heard Eddie murmur something to me.

"Please don't go in the morning," Eddie said as he snuggled even closer to me, if that were at all possible. "I had never had anyone stay the night before. It just scared me."

"I'm not going anywhere, Eds," I muttered, sleep dragging me into its grasp.

I relaxed further into his embrace and let sleep overtake me. It had been the longest night, in the best way, to fix the worst day that I'd had in a long time.

With Eddie, it was like time stood still. I'd forgotten all of my troubles and responsibilities and worries. He was the perfect medicine for my stress.

I like him so much... There's no way I'm going anywhere...

•••

A loud series of bangs on the outside of Eddie's trailer made me shoot up in bed. Eddie obviously had to have heard it too and sat up when I did. He reached for my hand and tightly gripped it in his before we both stood up and made our way to the front of his trailer.

"Stay back," Eddie warned as we neared the front door and I stayed standing in the kitchen.

Eddie peered out of the window in the living room before he started cracking up and walked over to the front door. He hadn't said anything so I didn't know what to think. I was just standing behind his counter, trembling in his boxers.

"Oh, this is perfect. It's a wake-up call," Eddie snickered as he threw the door open. "Morning Harrington, Robin."

I leaned over the counter and could see Robin and Steve storming into Eddie's trailer. They were both rambling frantically and Robin ran right to my side. They had been trying to find me all morning, apparently.

Oh god... The store... I fucking overslept...

I just stood there with Robin, who was now silent, as Steve continued his rant. We were all smirking while he went on and on.

"God! Where the hell have you been? I showed up at the fucking hotel this morning and you weren't there so I tried the store and, surprise, nothing there. I drove to this one's house," Steve continued as he pointed toward Robin, who threw her hands up. "You could have at least called. Shit, what is wrong with you? Are you okay? Why are you here?"

Steve threw his hands dramatically on his hips and caught his breath while he waited for me to answer him. I didn't want to laugh and further anger him but it was nearly impossible to keep it together.

"I saw Eddie outside of the bar when I left and he gave me a ride, Steve," I answered, not lying but not telling the full story. It was nobody's business what happened between us, other than Eddie and myself.

I continued, "I'm so sorry. I just overslept. Let me get dressed and we can head into the store. I'm so, so sorry, guys. I didn't mean to freak you out." I walked back into Eddie's bedroom, Eddie hot on my heels, and I could hear Steve asking Robin a few more questions.

"Eddie and Violet?" Steve asked and Robin didn't answer, or at least I couldn't hear her reply.

"Well, she still could have called. But why would he take her back here? We've smoked at that hotel before and Eddie always has joints on him," Steve continued. "Oh... oh. Got it."

•••

I sat on Eddie's bed for a second while I yawned, still half asleep despite our abrupt awakening. Eddie was rifling through his drawers for something and tossed me a shirt when he had found what he was looking for.

"Here, you can take this today," Eddie said with a smile as he walked over to me. "Bet it'll look better than that spirit-wear you're sporting."

I took off the shirt I had borrowed from Steve and slipped on the one that Eddie had given me. Just like Steve's, it was tighter on me than it probably fit Eddie but it made my chest look really nice and would be cute tucked into my jeans. I also loved that Eddie had given me such an obviously special shirt to wear.

I walked over to the mirror and checked out my outfit when I was fully dressed. Eddie had given me a shirt with his band's logo, the same one as on his hand-painted poster, to wear for the day.

He came up behind me in the mirror and slid his fingers around my throat. I leaned back into him as he fastened my citrine necklace back around my neck. I rested my hand on his as he finished putting my favorite piece of jewelry back on.

"There," Eddie said when he had closed the clasp. "You earned it anyways."

"Thanks, Eds," I said as I stared at the both of us in the mirror while Eddie wrapped his arms around my waist.

I continued as he kissed lightly down my neck, "and thank you for last night. That was..."

"You don't have to thank me, sweetheart," Eddie whispered in my ear and my heart started to race as he toyed with the hem of my jeans a little. "Just let me do it again sometime."

"Please," I said as I closed my eyes for a moment and drank in the essence of him wrapped around me.

Eddie spun me around and kissed me once before we walked out of his room and down the short hallway back to the kitchen. Robin and Steve were sitting in the living room, waiting for us. I hoped that they hadn't heard Eddie and me, since we'd been talking quietly, but it was silent in Eddie's trailer, so I couldn't be quite sure.

"Where's Wayne? I've got a question about my car for him and he got me patched right up last time," Steve asked Eddie as he stood up off the couch.

"He's working nights again," Eddie said as he leaned against the counter next to me. "He usually stops for a beer or breakfast on the way home. Must be out somewhere."

"Oh damn, again?" Steve asked as he crossed his arms. "Oh alright. Well, we need to get heading into the store. Tell him to call me later when you see him?"

"Will do, Steve, will do," Eddie said as we all started walking toward the front door.

I followed Steve and Robin out to his car while Eddie stood leaning in the doorway. I buckled my strap and sank back into the comfortable seat, prepping for the barrage of questions I would no doubt soon endure from my friends.

By some stroke of luck, I got to stall for just a little longer. In the chaos of this morning, I realized that I had forgotten my bag and Steve's shirt inside.

"Wait Steve," I said as I undid my seatbelt and started opening the car door before Steve could put his car into drive.

"Jesus, Violet. What is it?" Steve said as he whipped around to look at me in the backseat.

"Nothing I-" I started, taken aback as to why Steve still seemed to be a bit upset with me. "I left my bag inside. Just give me a second."

I jumped out of the car before Steve could protest and hurried back to Eddie's front door. My bag was sitting on the couch where I had left it the night before and it would only take me a moment to retrieve it.

Unless Eddie decides to handcuff me to his bed and stay here with him... I wouldn't be able to say no to a proposition that...

"Back for more already?" Eddie teased as he stood there, still propped in his doorway.

"I just forgot my bag, and Steve's shirt," I said as I rushed by Eddie and sauntered into his place.

I made my way back to his bedroom, fetched the shirt from the bed where I'd tossed it, and went to grab my tote bag from the couch. Eddie was still standing in the doorway, waiting for me.

This time when I walked out, Eddie grabbed my hand before I could leave. My heart felt like it skipped a beat whenever he touched me.

"Not so fast, sweetheart," Eddie said as he pulled me into him and slipped a hand around the back of my neck, drawing me even closer.

Before I could even think, his lips were on mine. I threw my arms around him and moved my lips in sync with his for a moment before pulling away.

Eddie held onto my hand until I was down the few steps, leaning forward and almost falling, while he waved goodbye to me.

"Come by the store later, if you're free. Bye, Eddie," I yelled as I stepped one foot into Steve's car, the door still open from when I'd run back into Eddie's.

I returned his wave as I sunk into the car and closed the door behind me. I smiled to myself and bit my thumb's fingernail as I thought about our night of pure bliss together. Steve and Robin's jaws were gaping open as they turned to face me.

Steve just shook his head, threw the car in drive, and before we could even get down the street, my interrogation began. They couldn't believe that I had just spent the night with Eddie, and frankly, neither could I.

•••

"Okay, I know I should ask you how you are and be mad that you were missing all morning but I have to know," Robin started. "So, what happened?"

Robin raised her eyebrows at me as she inquired about my previous night. My cheeks flushed with crimson as I tried to play it cool. I could practically still feel Eddie's lips on mine and I wanted to keep most of our time together as just that, between us. Well, I would probably fill Robin in later but I didn't want to say anything in front of Steve.

"I just needed a ride home and Eddie wanted to smoke, and we came here. We watched a movie and I passed out without realizing it," I answered and Robin gave me a look that told me she knew there was more than I was letting on.

I continued, deflecting from any more questions, "so, what's wrong with your car, Steve?"

"What's wrong with my car is that I've had to drive all over town this morning, looking for you, while you've been here getting high with Eddie," Steve said with a smug chuckle. "But no, um, my starter keeps getting stuck. Might be time to trade this baby in."

"Steve, this car is fine. You don't need a new one," Robin scoffed as she pulled down the mirror to check her light face of makeup. "And Violet, nice try. We can talk about it later."

"So, you and Eddie, huh?" Steve asked as he looked at me in the review mirror. "Be careful with that."

I instantly felt judged and didn't know what to say back. I thought that Eddie and Steve were friends, so the fact that he seemed to be dissing Eddie made me quite uncomfortable.

There wasn't anything I needed to be careful about with Eddie. He had such a genuinely good heart and soul, I could already tell. I didn't know where any of this was coming from.

I turned my attention out the window and started at the town passing by as we say in silence. Robin slid her hand between her seat and the door, resting it on my knee to comfort me. She could tell that I was upset over how harsh Steve was being.

What had been one of the best nights of my life now felt slightly tarnished. I was trying not to let Steve's attitude or words get to me, but I trusted and I respected his opinion. I didn't want him to think less of me for falling into something too quickly with Eddie, but he wasn't someone to be warned about.

I bit my lip and held back a few tears that were welling. I rested my hand on top of Robin's and squeezed it. She knew how to make me feel seen and understood even without saying anything.

"Robin, do you mind picking up the morning shift with us?" I asked as I swallowed my tears and refused to acknowledge Steve.

I continued, "I can pay you double for the extra hours. We just need people in the store to start making up for the losses that Paul put on me."

"Of course," Robin said as she flashed her pretty smile back at me. "And you don't have to pay me extra. I was already planning on it. Steve here isn't going to be much help with his hangover either."

For the rest of the ride, unfocused my attention back out of the window. Today was going to be another long day. I was going to have to be at the store until close, then needed to get my car from Steve's, shower, and meet Max at her place to hang out.

There was so way in hell that I would cancel my plans with her but I needed to mentally prepare for another long day. At least today wouldn't bring another store robbery, at least I desperately hoped so.

•••

Our day at work had been rather uneventful, much to relief for all of us. After the break-in yesterday, we couldn't handle any other turbulence while we got back on our feet.

Steve had spent the day reorganizing the back of the store. We wanted to switch some of the movie sections around and he accepted the task without any grief. I was pretty sure that he was trying to avoid me and I wasn't going to stop him.

I got the back office in order, salvaging the paperwork and records that I could, while Robin manned the front desk of the store. Since it was nearing the end of the week, business was picking up and we had a steady stream of customers all day. Steve and I took turns helping her at the desk during the surges.

•••

The day was almost over, but we still had about 45 minutes left of open hours before we closed for the day. I had spent the last hour or so reorganizing the remaining expense and sales reports, trying to get a handle on what we had left. I decided that next week, I was going to have to buckle down and secure a partnership with a theatre for the store. We didn't have any time to waste, at this point.

I had heard the bell on the front door ring about six times in a couple of minutes and made my way to the front desk to help lighten the load. I was greeting some customers who were shopping the action section when I started backing up, heading to stand behind the desk, when I bumped into Steve.

"Oh, sorry," Steve said as he backed away from me. "You got this?"

"I think everyone is just looking around for now. Robin can probably handle it for a couple minutes. Do you think we can talk for a second?" I asked, wanting to settle any of the animosity I felt had brewed between us.

"Uh, yeah. Sure we can," Steve said as he crossed his arms and leaned back against the counter.

"In the back?" I questioned, motioning toward the back storeroom.

Steve nodded and followed me toward the back of the store. I clenched my palms as I felt him close behind me. We hadn't known each other for very long but I didn't like the tension between us. I didn't want to upset Steve but I was going to do whatever made my heart happy. Eddie isn't someone to be worried about.

•••

Steve and I stood in silence for a few moments before either one of us dared to speak. I could tell that he felt as awkward as me, since he was usually always talking about something.

I opened my mouth to speak but Steve beat me to the punch, "so, what did you want to um, talk about?"

"What was all that earlier?" I asked, getting straight to the point, as I rested against a shelf full of our back-stock tapes.

"What was all what?" Steve asked, playing dumb as he glared at me.

"What's your issue with Eddie? I understand that I should have called you and told you where to pick me up for work. I get it, you don't have to take me over the coals for it and drag him in the process," I slightly ranted.

"I don't have a problem with Eddie," Steve said as he rolled his eyes.

"You could have fooled me when you were trying to warn me to stay away from him earlier," I challenged.

"Okay, seriously Violet, when did I do that?" Steve asked.

"Oh my God, Steve. You've got to be fucking kidding me," I said as I moved away from the shelf and started pacing.

"Violet, we really should get back to Rob-" Steve started but I put my hand up, telling him to be quiet.

"Steve, please just be honest with me," I said as I stepped closer to me. "Why would you say that about him? I just- I just don't understand."

"You've got it all wrong. Eddie is one of my best friends. I know that we mess around a lot and you haven't seen us together all that much but I didn't mean anything by it. I was telling you to be careful with him," Steve said, and I instantly felt like such an asshole. "I don't want him getting hurt."

"What? I-" I started. "I thought..."

"You should have just asked me instead of hating me all day," Steve said with a shrug.

"I don't hate you, Steve. I just- I'm sorry," I said as I rested my hand on his arm.

"It's okay. I promise," Steve said with a smile, finally softening his previously prickly disposition. "Eddie's just- He's a private guy that doesn't let anyone in and don't get me wrong, I think you're great but I did just meet you, and Eddie and I- we've been through a lot together, let's just say that."

"Yeah, I know a little bit about that. Just some bits that Max told me and I wouldn't do anything to hurt him, Steve. You can trust me," I said as I walked toward the door to the main part of the store.

"Alright well, let's help Hawkins rent some of the finest viewing material this place has to offer, shall we?" Steve said as he along his arm around my shoulder and we walked out together. "Oh, by the way, we're dressing as murderers and victims this Saturday, for the party. Our group, that is. Pick one and come as that."

"Okay, okay," I said as I fiddled my fingers together. "I can work with that. Do you need any help setting up for it or anything?"

"Mhmm, mhmm," Steve said as we reached the cash register and waited for ready customers to check out. "Robin and a few of the others are coming over to my place to help tomorrow night. I'm getting pizza and a few beers, then I'll probably need help picking up some more booze on Saturday morning, if you can help with that."

"Of course, Steve," I said as we turned our attention to the customers that were walking up to check out. "Alright, let's get these last guys checked out and start closing a little early. I need to get a shower in after I get my car, before I meet Max later."

•••

The last bit of work flew by. We were busy the entire rest of the shift, unable to close early, but we were able to get out right on time. The only thing that would have made it better would have been an update from the police chief, but I knew he'd get back to me as soon as he could.

When we were all finished and locked up, I loaded into Steve's car with him and Robin. I took the back seat again and buckled my seatbelt when I sat down.

"Don't forget these this time," Steve said as he tossed me the paper bag containing my coffee-soaked clothes. "I washed 'em too."

"Oh, thanks," I said as I grabbed the bag which now smelled of fresh cotton dryer sheets instead of chocolate syrup and coffee. "You didn't have to do that, thank you."

"It was no problem," Steve said. "Robin here knocked a beer on me before we left The Hideout last night, so I had to run a load anyway."

"I have your shirt in my bag. I can wash it with mine or do you just want it now?" I asked as I reached for it in my bag.

"That is my lucky shirt, so I'll take it now. Thanks," Steve said as he grabbed it and set it on the center console. "Well, it looks like we're here."

Steve pulled into his driveway and I smiled seeing my bumper-sticker-covered car. I said my goodbyes to Steve, thanked him for the ride, and headed to my car to leave and get ready for my night with Max.

I had grabbed a few movies I thought that she would like, so I was looking forward to a nice, relaxing night with my cousin. We hadn't spent time like this together in forever, other than our brief hang out at the arcade other night.

The only thing that would have made to day better was if Eddie had been able to come into the store. In the busyness of the day, I hadn't even realized he hadn't come in, until we were walking out the door to leave. I had asked him last minute to come in, and he hadn't given me an answer, but still. It was baffling to me how involved I already was with Eddie but it wasn't something I could control.

It's like we're drawn to each other...

"Hey, wait up," Robin said as she ran up to my open car window. "Any chance you can drop a friend off at home before you hang with your cousin?"

"Get in," I smiled as I popped in my Fleetwood Mac cassette into the player.

"Thank you, thank you, thank you," Robin said as she slid into my seat and waved goodbye to Steve, who was standing by his garage, waiting for us to safely drive away.

Robin continued as I pulled out of the driveway, "okay, now tell me what really happened with Eddie."

I gulped as I prepared my answer. I wasn't quite sure what to say but at least I knew I had a trustworthy friend in Robin.

[nardonotes]

11 oct '24

10:15pm

HOUUUUGGGHHHHHHWWEEEEW WWAAAAGHHHH I AM SO OVERWORKED!!!! FOR NO FUCKING MONEY!!!!!!!!!! THIS IS SLAVERY!!!!!!!!!!! ༼;´༎ຶ ۝ ༎ຶ༽

i didn't get to write an entry because i was so goddamn busy the past few days. let's RECAP! : ｡°(°.◜ᯅ◝°)°｡

wednesday: i had so much work to do and ended up just knocking tf out,, like i don't even remember what i did then?? what did i even do... just college work and so much soooo much catching up to do.

thursday: after college,, i went to park with my sister, her bf, and her two friends (one with a baby and one's bday was coming up) so we celebrated a little bit there,, but it was cold as fuck so we were in my sisters bf's car eating snacks and talking! it was fun but i was really really tired.. and then we watched episode 2 of dandadan ٩(ˊᗜˋ*)و,, it was so good man fr!! i need to catch up on the manga. but after that man i was too fucking tired to do shit. which is weird because i been so restless?? (˚ ˃̣̣̥⌓˂̣̣̥ ) ‧º

FRIDAY!!! TODAY!!!!!!: i had my first day of my new placement,, long story short,,, the printing business got back to me and i am now doing my work experience there instead of my mum's place BUT I AM still going to make their website because i feel bad also,,, they're very nice and it's good for my portfolio. anyways,, i was on my feet ALL DAY. (*꒦ິ꒳꒦ີ) doing WAREHOUSE WORK. LORD SAVE ME IF I HAVE TO DO WAREHOUSE WORK ALL FUCKIN DAY EVERY WEEK!!!!!!!!! but it's ok. they're super sweet and said eventually- ill end up meeting the actual graphic designers at the company and that's rlly all i want. ദ്ദി(˵ •̀ ᴗ - ˵ ) ✧ when i got home,, my sister was babysitting her friends baby and i helped out a bit bc he's so sweet and so big now and he said my name!!! and we made videos w him,,, he's so cute..... i will miss him a lot when he moves. when he left, i facetimed my good friend who lives in bulgaria! (˶˃ ᵕ ˂˶) she's so funny fr,, we caught up a bit and then i went to shower!!!!!!!!

i am really fucking tired. i think being this drained has distracted the seasonal depression that i feel at the back of my head. i don't even have time to do my regular hobbies anymore and it sucks but also good for me because i really am locking in and im happy !! (sorta kinda) more like im really proud of myself for pushing through and getting shit done.

ALSO! i got invited to my friends birthday party next week and im excited cause i can see them and the ppl i did the little project with! :)) they're chill and cool asl and they're also funny,,, i love funny people!!! and and and and and,,,, im going to an opening day for big boy college next week, the day before the party, and im going to apply on november. JUST IN CASE! i can always defer it. but i just want to be ahead and think of my career. phew.... that was a typeful...... (｡>﹏<)

im going to catch up on my chicas and relax now,, had a long day.

goodnight!!!~ <33

song of the day: Panavision by Roy Blair !! (king is back)

[thetextiwriteiwrote]

False Obits and Overdramaticism

Go ahead? Put anything? Literally? On God? Just like that?

I suppose it's trying to probe my brain for thoughts, which is fair, but I'll divulge them at my own pace, thank you, graphics-interface. I don't need the suggestion to talk about how I'm feeling. If that cauldron happens to be boiling or broiling anywhere near the surface, you'll be the first to know.

I have a funny grip on my hearing that tells me I might very well have a day like that tomorrow, but I'll be in love with the feeling, because I'll be back at work. I'll be able to flex these new people-skrillz that I've picked up in recent days.

There'll be those that I can't help, but I'll try with everyone. I need to try with people or else they might never bother to try with me, and I'm worth trying with-- I'm worth trying out-- and I'm worth taking home. This, I have to prove to myself by proving it to society for a while.

Then, the gym-etiquette will come back to me, and I'll be cycling again like my heart depends on it, and it does. Love or no love, cycling puts distance between me and my emotions as I'm currently feeling them, so that I might be able to process them.

It's all running, at the end of the day. Spiritual and physical cardio, we do these things to clear our heads. We watch TV, we play games, we bob our heads to music and pretend to know what it all means.

But none of us know, we're all learning together, gradually, slowly, gently. It's a process, believe me. As someone who is fighting tooth and nail to be and feel better and better each day, it doesn't get easier, but it shouldn't have to get easier.

It should get harder. That's how leveling up works.

If you're constantly boxing at your skill-level, you'll never get better. Metaphors. I have too much energy to slow down, take my time, and write a periodic draft of this, which is why you're getting the manic ramblings of someone freshly-medicated and freshly-reunited with his family, job, and support-structure. I got my job back! It's all thanks to these little circular white tabs that give me a fighting chance against my psychosis.

One tablet, every night, at 9PM, right before bed.

I'll stay creative. I'll stay content. I'll stay healthy.

[chilopodacrudus]

Who do you Want to Be? Chapter 10: We'll Make Great Pets

CW: Graphic depictions of violence; cannibalism, cults, (extremely NON romanticized) physical and verbal abuse, major character death, death, blood and torture.

Piers followed Johnny down the winding staircase down to the basement; forced to listen to Johnny’s cheerful whistling the whole time. His mind was on fire; he had no idea what to expect but he knew he wasn’t going to like it. When they reached the bottom of the stairs; his eye ticked at the sight before him.

The floor was finished in smooth concrete; a surgical table in the corner making way to shadows so dark he couldn’t see what awaited beyond that. The most worrying thing to him however; were the jail bars they had just walked through. They extended the parameter of the giant space. Tables were set up; Piers noted a bed in the corner, a small bathroom off to the side. He got the picture now and he was none too pleased.

Johnny: He spoke suddenly in his normal loud; raspy tone. “I hate people like you Piers.” Piers: This just made him laugh. “I’m not too thrilled about you either.” Johnny: He held his hand up as if to tell him to be quiet but a cruel grin crawled along his lips. “I don’t think you understand; I hate people like YOU that think they’re better than ME. You come in here and act like you have ‘morals’; Piers...come on your morals are no better than mine they’re just different not better. I have preferences too you know; I’ve done good, I’ve felt good about myself doing good even. You think ‘saving’ Allison and...man...even CASEY will absolve you from whatever bullshit you’ve got yourself into over the years and you’re living a lie my man. LIVING A LIE. You’re no better than me. We don’t like it here when our interests are put under judgment; you want to fit in...you need to get a little more loose.” Piers: He gave a bitter smile then laughed and couldn’t stop. “You think I see myself as BETTER? You...you don’t know me. You have no idea what’s going on in my head you don’t know what I’ve done. You even get queasy looking at the bodies of the people you EAT you don’t get in my face and act like you know me.” He lurched forward and pointed his finger in Johnny’s face much to Johnny’s amusement. “I like Allison…” He purred; rolling that sweet taste of her name on his tongue. “I like Casey too.” His voice darkened. “You think I have any faith in my mind that I wouldn’t have bled them out in any other situation? I don’t like how you WORK...Johnny...kindness…” He hissed. “Is very important to me. You don’t take a life cruelly...tenderness…” His mind reeled thinking of Allison; of Aster and the ones that came before. “You orchestrate their perfect final moments Johnny...you free them from a life of suffering. That’s what this is about for me…” He placed his hands on Johnny’s shoulders and gripped them firmly. “I’m not a ‘Good Dog’...Johnny...but I do have limits...and now...I want to know for sure...will you hold up your side of the bargain? Can I...TRUST...you with that?” Johnny: For a brief second in Johnny’s mind he felt fear but he was impressed by the display of his new dog in front of him. Speaking softly he patted his hand along Piers’ cheek. “Man...you really are crazy.” Piers: He laughed with his eyes wide jaw clenched shut he had no words now. Johnny: “Yes; you can trust me...to keep my word on our bargain Piers. You can trust me...I don’t think I can trust YOU...but you can trust me...now…” He looked off to the side and spoke a bit louder. “Go ahead.” In a second two large men in surgeons outfits seized Piers from the shadows; Piers fought wildly, when his hands were held down he used his mouth, gnashing into one of the man’s upper arms and tearing into him like a beast until they managed to inject him with a knockout drug. It wasn’t quick but quick enough; Piers thrashed and roared out at Johnny calling him every name in the book and then some before his body finally went limp and darkness was all he knew.

Piers: His mind stirred a few times and then fell silent; pain. He felt a vague sense of sharp terrible pain in his mouth? In his...jaw...his face...everything. He couldn’t pinpoint it. He felt his mouth seized open as Johnny’s surgeons sharpened all of his teeth to match his abnormal canines. Johnny wanted a good dog a good attack dog. More pain; sharper this time and more violent as his mouth was forced shut. His teeth vibrating from the work that had just been forced upon them. What was happening now? He felt the sensation of metal against his chin...against his upper mouth? His face hurt; screws were tightened. Numbness; he didn’t feel the presence of the men for awhile but suddenly, with the press of a button by Johnny, the turning and snap of a latch and he could no longer open his mouth.

He had been fitted with something truly ghoulish; an articulated metal muzzle, bolted into his skull and firmly fastened. The outside was intricate; ‘lovingly’ crafted with interlocking razor sharp fangs that fit over his mouth. Johnny really knew how to treat his pets to luxury and he was Very excited to pamper Piers.

Piers: He was waking up; the muscles in his jaw flexed as he tried to speak but to no avail. No matter how hard he tried he couldn’t open his mouth wide enough to talk, at least not much. He muttered. “What…?” But the words were hushed; silenced by the metal work strapped to his face. His eyes snapped open darting across the room. He jerked his arms and found he was restrained quite firmly to the operating table. He snarled which Johnny; who was standing right beside of him, found VERY Cute. Johnny: “Aww now THAT’S a dog! Look at you Piers…” He coo’d down at the hate filled groggy man. Admiring the artistry of the work in front of him. He traced his fingers along Piers’ cheek; down the cold steel of the muzzle and under his chin. Piers wanted to throw up but he was barely even aware right now. “I gave you a gift; something to help that appetite of yours Piers. And something to keep that appetite focused OFF...of me. You must really be hungry friend and I’ve got something real Fun planned for you but for now…I’ll let you rest. I’m a good owner Piers and I know when my pet’s been too stimulated.” He patted his head and smirked. The men came back into view; pulling Piers off of the table and helping him stand. Which he was desperately trying to do; vertigo hit him with a wave of pain and he lurched forward stabilizing himself on a metal pole.

Johnny: “OH...someone wanted to see you...Allison.” He called her name dryly like it was too much effort to even acknowledge her. “I’ll let her stay down here tonight; I feel you’re in a…” He ticked his eyes to Piers. “Good enough mood to have company over. You two have fun.” Johnny wanted him to snap; Johnny wanted him to kill Allison, Johnny wanted to watch but he knew teasing Piers into that perfect mindset would take time, though he was patient enough when he wanted to be. He made his way up the staircase as the men took their leave as well. When Allison came into view. Allison: She had been crying; likely having been filled in with what Johnny had planned to do with Piers, what he had planned to do with her only way out. Her heart sank; seeing him like this. Standing dazed and bleeding from the fresh implant on his face. She looked at the mask that was forced on him; he really looked the part of a killer now but she tried not to think that, not about the man that had just helped her so greatly. “What did he do to you…” Piers: He had time to think but thoughts wouldn’t come; he saw Allison in front of him and he tried to smile. It hurt; everything hurt but he was gaining his awareness. Listening to her words he tapped the mask; slowly moving his balance away from the pole he was resting on, he showed her with his hands that he can’t open his mouth, a sickening laugh escaped his lips and he walked closer to her, or rather stumbled. He was starving; he couldn’t eat, not yet but all he could think of was food and the sweetness of Allison’s scent. The latch inside of him was red hot but he couldn’t open his mouth; he’s glad he couldn’t, not now not now...you can’t right now.

Allison: She wanted to back up seeing him walk closer but she chose to stand still; she got the picture that he couldn’t speak, so she chose to sign. “(Can you sign to me instead?)” Piers: Dizzy he read her voice and rolled his eyes back trying to snap his mind back into place. He knew what the words meant; he hesitated. Language; what even is language but he managed to respond shakily. “(I can try.)” He flared his nostrils and snuffed feeling lightheaded but he chose to give Allison space. He had no idea what was attached to him but he had a feeling it didn’t look very welcoming.

Allison exhaled; at least he’s still somewhat stable, at least he can still speak. She walked to him and wrapped her arms around him; burying her face into his bloodied shirt. She felt like she was at fault here but she was mourning her last chance as well. Breathing in deeply as Piers held his arms around her in turn; resting his tired chin along the top of her head. For once in his life Piers had no plan; he had to play it by ear from here but he could already taste the death that was approaching him from all sides and the latch inside of him grew weaker with every pump of his heart.

[itgetsbetteroneday]

This whole time, I thought I was the shepherd, so why do you call me your little lamb?

All of my life, it has rained fire, but you keep me sheltered, I don’t understand

I never got why no one ever tried

So why does your love make me terrified?

When I have a bad day, you push work away,

Say I don’t have to do a thing

But love costs a leg and an arm

But love, they say, is hard

But love, I know, it takes a lot of effort

Yet when I’m burnt out, you love me better?

Why are you gentle?

Haven’t I learned how to be tough?

Why call me little?

When I’ve been asked to outgrow everyone?

Why do I feel a need to have you by my side?

I have been taught to walk alone all of my life.

And just when I accept that no one will ever show up,

I learned to save myself, and only then, fall in love.

But when they say no one completes you,

I guess that I’d have to laugh.

You have sawed me down, smoothed my edges,

Taken from my whole.

I completed myself by building these walls,

The point is you made me let it go.

When people look for their other half, they’re blind,

When you’re alone, you’re all that you find.

But when you have met the man in the mirror,

Only then, it gets to be time.

I am smaller than the day we met,

Though you have added so much purpose.

And I know that there’s lots we’ve said,

But I’m not sure that you’ve heard this.

When you call me little anything,

It always strikes a nerve.

The tiny hands that grasped a check

With blood from sacrifice and work.

I tend the lands, I work the field,

I’d do all to bring sheep home.

For the first time in my whole life,

There’s a light on when I get home.

Fires burnt fields where shepherds spend their nights,

Leading cross the rivers, before, not beside or behind.

And of all the years of tales of helping people the way you decide,

The ferry, the shepherd, and the king, but the responsibility was always mine.

When I was suffering, I still said to others, there’s hope ahead.

When I was healing, I tried to rope everyone in, but they still reached for death.

When I was finding my footing, I let it all go, you can’t bring everyone, you must accept.

You hope that they follow, to be a role model, but somebody still must lead.

And in trying to find the best way to cross, nobody ever tried for me.

The fire that burnt me should have left me scarred

But your warmth is such a relief

The water that drowned me should cause me fear

But I’m revived being pulled to my knees

The earth that has buried me countless alive

Now flourishes and it grounds me

The air that I spent years trying to give away

Is every breath that I’m grateful to take

And in all of my years of isolation and misery

I have made one mistake

It crafted you, and it crafted me, and it gave us this room for love

How could I find any misery in the same universe and stardust?

Bah, bah, little sheep, rest your little eyes

For you to be grateful, tragedy must strike

The contrast comes so beautifully when you know dark from light

Over the river and voices and the cries,

You’ve gone deaf to what it’s all for, waiting on the other side,

You forget you’re someone too, what about your life?

Little lamb, your time has come, you’ve earned your lullabies

I know you rock me to sleep, rub my back, and play with my hair

Even when I’m far gone in dreamland, disappeared

It’s the beauty of secrets, the unknown and passing time

You keep it from me, no mentioning, like the world with you and I

Did it have us planned since it began? Written in the divine?

Were you waiting for me, somewhere else longing, every night I would cry?

Across the distance, under the same moon, you still sang my lullaby

Not to be graphic, but if something happens, I ask only this of you

On this planet or on the next adventure, sing me a song to the moon

“But love was-“ no, no

Love, I am

Everybody gets it wrong

Only now I understand

Little lambs

[vodka-redbull-daily]

October 30th, 2023

*Graphic Sexual Content*

I spent the evening googling how long your asshole bleeds after anal.  I met up with F---- today and he was very insistent about taking my anal virginity. didn't even really know that was a thing. and also, I wasn't even an anal virgin. it was just too complicated to explain to him that 4 years ago ahead and ex who I tried anal with, but since it's been 4 years ago I really would like him to go gentle with me as if I had never done it before. he brought over vodka and Red Bull  for me and a beer for himself. he came around 1:30 and was quick to let me know that he had to take a business call at 3:00.

we talked for a little bit. he did that thing all these guys do were they pretend like they're actually interested in having a conversation before suddenly going heavy into sexual questions and talk. what do you do for work? oh I've never heard of that before can you explain it to me? so what do you do for fun? what's your favorite position? it always happens like this. I don't know if they're just can't keep a train of thought or if they think that by asking me all the softball questions before I'll be more open to their advances. the money is what makes me open to their advances, not their personality.

I hadn't eaten all day. I know my usual limit for vodka Red Bulls is five. learn that the hard way. it was out when I was with him for his birthday. I was so nervous because  he had invited me to go out with all his fancy friends.  all his rich friends. all his white collar friends. he knew how to Captivate a room, always shining with an incredible confidence. and I was nervous. so I drank.  we are at a bar. it's not like it was a crazy thing to do. but I got five Red Bulls in and had to pull him close to me and Whisper… 

“I'm about to fucking pass out.”

 of course, the fun ended there. we had to go home since I was completely wasted at that point. alcohol sneaks up on me. I'll be three drinks I'm not feeling anything before suddenly the entire world is spinning.

 and F---- keep telling me to drink.

 he was aggressive and pushy, but I think that's just how he is. he really wanted me to try anal. He was convinced that if I was drunk enough, and he put enough Lube, then it would be fine. no thoughts of helping me stretch out or anything. I know from B------ and from trying to Peg T----- that stretching is pretty important.  and I hadn't eaten anything all day and I know how not very much alcohol can do a lot to me. I think I only had like two drinks before  my head was starting to buzz.

 he didn't want to wear a condom. of course he didn't. selfish old man. maybe just selfish man in general.  he asked me if I was on birth control. whenever anybody asks me, I usually say no. that's a lie. It’s the only lie i ever tell. i am. but birth control can fail and I'm highly paranoid. besides, I've been having problems with my birth control for a while now. I skipped the placebos because my period makes me want to kill myself. and make sure of hormones, dysphoria, stress, anxiety,  bleeding through most of my clothes no matter how often I change the tampon, excruciating pains so bad that when I had kidney stones I ignored it for hours thinking they were period cramps. A cocktail of suffering. and even though I haven't been taking the placebos, almost every single brand of birth control I've tried has done nothing to stop them. I'm not entirely sure if that's actually part of the birth control's fault. I don't know if that means it would actually stop pregnancy. but I live in Texas. it's too dangerous to even think about that here. it's dangerous for me to even have birth control.

 so, I told him no. I told him the same way I tell everyone. I've tried it, I really have. it just makes me sooooo sick. the side effects are just too much. I can't handle it. please, for the love of God, where a condom.  he Didn't. he didn't even bring one. I was really thinking about buying something to keep in the Airbnb with me in case some asshole like him did this.  I just ran out of money. it was either a pack of condoms or toothpaste. and he had the audacity to get on to me about sleeping with other people, about the possibility of spreading stds. he said this while his raw dick was inside me, burning my yeast infection.

 right from the beginning, I could tell he was too clingy. he wanted to see me everyday of my vacation. sounds good for the bank, but every second I talk to him I hated him more. he's one of those guys the fancies himself a dom  to the point where they don't give a shit about what you’re experiencing.  they take so much joy out of people being in pain. they don't care if you like it or not. he had me write him for a little bit, constantly giving orders. that's another thing guys like him like to do. give orders. boss people around. I hate being bossed around so much. I like it when B------- does it, but he's nice. he doesn't say it in a mean, Snappy way.

 I rode him for a little bit, honestly not that long. and between riding him, of course you wanted me to suck his dick. that's all men ever want. I get it, it feels good. but it's so fucking boring.  it has been gone for very long at all before he wanted to stick it in my ass. and I was pretty tipsy at this point and I did remember how much I had left anal when I was with t-----. I like anal. I know guys will go wild if I ever told them that. and I wouldn't mind, the problem is I know they'll be rough. I know they'll just shove their whole cock and instead of giving me a chance. he had me kneel in the couch, put my face down flat on the cushion, ass in the air. had me rub my own asshole With Lube as well as basically give up a handjob to lube up his dick.

 then, push my face into the cushion and just stuck it directly in my ass.

 like I said, they don't give a shit about being gentle.

 I tried to squirm away, try to make it very clear that I was in pain. he didn't really care. of course he didn't. he kept telling me to stop moving away.  eventually, after I had gotten used to it, it didn't hurt anymore. but I can't stand it when they just go all the way like that. a 65 year old man should know better.  he fucked me in the ass for a little bit. I don't know how long. it's hard to tell since I was pretty tipsy.  randomly, he pulled out and demanded I take him to the bathroom and wash his cock off. said something about how it's very important that you always wash a cock off after anal before doing anything else with it. I feel like that was obvious, but whatever. that's the most care he showed me this entire time and it's almost 3:00 at this point. I  wash his dick off in the sink like  he said, they need demanded that we go back out to the couch and I suck his dick again.

 because of course.

 Because that's all men can never think of.

 he got a call from his daughter. he was so quick to tell her that he would call her back. he had me  drink even more. he wanted me to finish off the entire class and I really didn't want to. I knew I was already getting to the point where would be too much. I didn't want to vomit like I had a T------'s house. like I had at his house. I honestly wanted to be in control of myself. and I can feel myself starting to spin.

 he took his conference call at 3:00  with me in between his knees. because of course he did. Don't get me wrong, that's kind of hot. but at this point he had already been here for an hour and a half and I wanted him to leave. I didn't like him. I don't want to spend any more time with him. I wanted to go to sleep because I’d  had too much alcohol. he answered the call, wanted me to keep sucking his dick. I did for a little while, but again it's so boring. it was so boring and I was starting to get dizzy. I  Got up to go pee  and tried to just sit on the couch next to him. just worked for a few minutes before he demanded that I get between his knees and start sucking him again.

 I did it for a while. I guess it was lucky that I was drunk to the point where my jaw didn't hurt, because  that definitely starts to happen  after too long. it did get to the point, though, or I got so bored and so tired and so dizzy that I just laid my head down on his knees. I close my eyes in the entire world was spinning and I swore to God that I might puke right then and there all over him. maybe I should have. maybe that would have made it end.  but maybe he wouldn't have paid me.  he let me rest for a few seconds, then had me right back on his dick again. selfish  bastard.  there was no way he couldn't  have seen that I was pretty drunk.

 that call lasted for an hour. I sucked him almost the whole time. how is that even pleasurable? how did he not get bored? that's so much time. after he finally got off the phone,  he demanded we go upstairs. laying down on the bed, demanded I rode him again.  that also didn't last Very long. soon enough, we were using more lube and he was sticking it in my ass again. he didn't even wait for me to adjust, this time. even more brutal.  I wanted to be over so badly. I was so sick of him. he just wouldn't leave. so clingy. I made a sexy show of begging him to cum in my ass.  it worked, and finally we were both laying in bed and the sex was over. I wanted to go to sleep so badly, but he just kept asking me questions, kept trying to talk to me, kept pretending like we were a couple or something.

 he made a big deal about how he didn't want me to see anybody else. and I told him flat out that that wasn't going to happen. I told him I had people in A----- and I was planning on seeing them again. I told him I had somebody coming the next morning.  I actually had two people planned For tomorrow, but I only told him one. and he was even upset with just that. he made a big deal about it. demanding that I was his and only his because he was putting so much effort into me. as of taking what you want and leaving behind $250  is that much effort.  as if an hour-long blowjob is that much effort.

and then he was talking about how he was going to fly me up there. but he's so stingy, too. talking about how if he bought my plane tickets, I would have to figure out where to stay and then I wouldn't be making any money he would just expect me to be his and his alone for the weekend. I couldn't spend any time with anybody else, I would have to be at his disposal. but he wasn't going to pay me. my compensation would be the tickets to come see him. because I guess he's God's gift to this earth. or at least his dick is,   at least in his eyes.

 and how could it not have been clear that I wanted to go to sleep? he got me drunk, laid me in bed after fucking me, I had my eyes closed. but no, he had to just shove his fingers inside me. reminded me a lot of tommy. he fingered me over and over, and then like him always rubs so hard. always rub the clit raw. I don't understand why they always want me to be in pain. eventually, he stuck two fingers up my ass. he's talking about trying to fist me, even though I kept telling him I don't want to do that. kept talking about how I took his dick so easily that  he thought I could take his hand fine. he fingered my asshole so roughly that I shit the bed.  I feel like that's actually pretty common. but that might just be because I listen to too many drag queens talk about the sex they have. after that, of course he was ready to leave. after embarrassing me like that.

 I had put down a towel cuz I know I squirt so much. he didn't laid me down even close to it. the bed sheets were complete mess and of course they soaked through to the little fluffy thing that the Airbnb owner had underneath them but above the mattress. which I guess was good cuz that means the mattress  didn't get stained.  of course I immediately cleaned up the mess and through the sheets in the wash. the big squishy thing went in after. it was so big though, that the washer flooded. I had to use all the towels I had just washed to clean it up.

He Stayed until almost 6:00.

 that is way too long for only $250.

 and after he left, after I went to go take a pee to try and not get a UTI on top of my yeast infection, I saw the blood. makes sense.  my asshole hurts so bad. and I've got two more appointments tomorrow. 

Total Earned: $2,050

Body Count: 9

Dick Pics: 10

Sex Ranking:

B------

Him

T-----

P------

F-----

R--

T-----

D--

M---

[lady-charinette]

That Fear Chapter 2 - Spy x Family Angst

Decided to write something of a Part 2 to this, since I felt the first chapter didn’t properly capture the suspense, fear and absolute horror of what happened and could’ve have happened. While I don’t have children myself, I feel a very similar fear whenever I had to watch over kids or work with them in a professional setting and seeing them get hurt.

From different perspectives this time, like Yor’s, a more in depth one from Loid and Anya’s.

Warnings: graphic depictions of child drowning, mention of potential death, drowning.

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‘C-can’t…breathe…’

Anya stopped dead in her tracks, her normally loud mind suddenly quiet.

‘My legs…won’t move…’

Anya’s hands trembled, her thoughts filled with horror at who’s thoughts she was reading right this moment.

Someone was drowning in the pool.

“Papa!” Anya ran towards Loid, gripping his pants leg tightly.

“What is it? You just went to the bathroom, didn’t you?” Loid fixed his sleeves, glancing down at Anya once he noted the girl’s sudden distress.

Anya’s next words hit him like a freight train. “Someone’s drowning in the pool!”

Loid’s eyes widened, “What?! How do you know that? Exactly who are you!?” there were nowhere near the pool area, in fact, they hadn’t even visited it since it was only meant for patients.

Was Anya’s overactive imagination playing games with her? He would need to have a talk with her about joking with such serious things-

Anya seemed shaken, her small body trembling in fear.

If Loid ever found out about her powers, if Yor found out about her powers, Anya would…Anya would…!

‘Help me…somebody help me…’ the desperation in the drowning boy’s voice momentarily cut through Anya’s fears and she bravely looked up at Loid.

“Papa…Anya is terrible at volunteering. So I…” turning on her heel, remembering her mother’s training, Anya ran as fast as her little legs would carry her to the direction of the pool and the drowning boy’s screaming thoughts. “I’m gonna become a pro swimmer and get stars, so I’m gonna go practice in the pool!”

“Wait, come back here! That’s not a public pool! Anya!” Loid took off running after the girl as the patients in the hallways looked after them.

Tears pricked Anya’s eyes the more her mind got filled with the boy’s thoughts.

‘Help me! Please! Somebody…anybody…why can’t….why can’t nobody hear…me…’

‘Ma…..mama…please…please hear me…please!’

‘Mama!’

Anya finally managed to see the deep blue waters of the pools up ahead, a woman with a ponytail had just closed a door. “Woo! The pool!”

“Hey, where are your parents?” the question fell on deaf ears, Anya’s heart racing with fear and her head filled with the drowning boy’s screams.

‘I can’t….I can’t…! Help!’

“Woo, the pool! How fun!”

All the adults in the pool looked at her quizzically, but Anya had no time for them.

 She had to find the boy.

‘Where is he?’

‘I’m…gonna die…’

No!

Anya’s legs felt weak, weaker than they’d ever been.

The air in the pool felt sticky, suffocating, too hot all at once. How could adults breathe in here? Why did she feel so out of breath?

‘I’m gonna….’

The splash of cold water washed over Anya like ice over a heated pan, her body jumping from the shock of the sudden temperature change before she forced her eyes to open and survey her surroundings.

There!

The boy’s eyes were wide open, staring at her as if she was the grim reaper coming to claim his soul.

Anya kicked her legs harder, her whole body burning up like a furnace despite the cold water all around her.

Had she taken in enough air before she dived? Why was Anya so tired already? The boy was still so far away.

No, she couldn’t give up! That boy needed help. She wouldn’t let him die!

The burn in her lungs grew worse. She needed air! Air!

‘Anya…can’t….anymore…’ Anya’s thoughts were filled with cries for air and the boy’s cries for life, she couldn’t discern which thoughts were hers or his anymore.

Everything looked so blurry. The pressure was too much. Too much-

Water entered her mouth and Anya kicked her legs and arms harder, before fatigue finally won over her body.

‘Papa…mama….’

Before Anya’s eyes closed fully to the dark abyss of the pool, she felt an incredible force grabbing her collar and pulling her upward.

The water rushed all around her, pulling at her body to remain at the bottom while being pulled away from it.

‘Operation Strix is in danger!’ Loid felt his heart beat wildly in his chest, as if clawing against his ribcage to escape into freedom. ‘Anya is in danger!’

“Tell me, where did the little girl just go?!” Loid’s head whipped this way and that, finally arriving at the pool area, waiting impatiently for the stunned woman next to him to talk.

When there was no answer, Loid rounded on the woman, desperation and fear in his wide blown eyes. “Tell me where my daughter just went!” his lips pulled back in a snarl, fear gripping his heart in a vice. When the woman finally pointed a shaky finger towards the pool area with air bubbles disrupting the surface, Loid felt as if he stood under an ice-cold shower.

No.

Anya!

Without thinking of Operation Strix, without thinking of his own safety or the fate of Westalis and Ostania, Twilight raced towards the edge of the pool and dived into the water.

Loid quickly resurfaced, grabbing the boy and Anya more securely in his arms as he quickly made his way towards the edge of the pool. “Hey, are you two alright?”

The woman from before rushed towards them, grabbing the boy from his arms. “Ken! Ken!!” that must be his mother then.

“Someone get a doctor!” someone shouted in the distance, but Loid only heard white noise.

Anya wasn’t stirring.

“Anya?” Loid heaved himself up and out of the pool, quickly turning Anya to get a better look at her face.

It was pale.

“Anya? Hey.” He gently patted her cheeks, leaning in close to check for breathing. She was breathing, but it was shallow.

Was someone screaming in his ear?

His hands held on tighter to Anya, worry and fear keeping a tight leash on his carefully kept control. “Call an ambulance! Now!” Twilight didn’t register when a team of doctors arrived, he did notice when somebody tried to pry Anya out of his embrace, but he relaxed upon seeing the green and blue scrubs and doctor’s coats.

Twilight’s legs felt like liquid gelatin when he tried to stand, a man in speedos rushing towards him with a clipboard in his hand. “Hey, are you okay? Was that your daughter back there? Does she have a mother? You should call your wife to let her know what happened!”

Wife?

Yor.

Where was his phone? Didn’t he have it on himself? He had shed his jacket before he dived into the pool, but where was his jacket?

The man kindly grabbed his elbow, which distracted Twilight long enough from his racing thoughts to listen to him. “Let me guide you to a nurse, she’ll call your wife for you.”

All Twilight could do was nod, thoughts still racing with Anya and her shallow breathing.

-

“Thank you, Sharon!” Yor called after the woman handed Yor her coffee, feeling tired after a long day of work.

She wondered how Loid and Anya were doing, normally Loid would sent her a message with a quick update on their progress but none came today.

Maybe they were very busy with volunteer work, she knew it could get very busy there.

Chief Barnes suddenly left his office in a hurry and looked directly at Yor. “Hey Forger, there’s a nurse on the line! Your husband and kid are in the hospital!”

The coffee she was about to take a sip from stilled in mid-air, Yor’s hand suddenly entirely too clammy and cold for them to be holding hot coffee.

“...What?” was all that left Yor’s mouth before Chief Barnes quickly ushered her towards the phone. “H-Hello?”

“Mrs. Forger?”

A middle-aged woman replied on the other end of the line and a sense of dread pooled in the pit of Yor’s stomach. “Y-Yes?”

“This is Nurse Joy, please come to the Berlint city hospital at the volunteer center. Your husband and daughter are here. There’s been an accident.”

Yor wasn’t sure when she had begun to sway on the spot, she wasn’t sure when her footing became so unsteady that Chief Barnes had to hold her by her shoulders for her not to fall.

Everything seemed a blur from that call onwards, Yor hadn’t realized when she had packed her bags and left Berlint City Hall, she didn’t even know how she arrived at the hospital, all she knew was she had to get there as fast as she could.

Loid and Anya were hurt.

-

The staff at Berlint General Hospital were schooled in dealing with patients and their worried family members, but they weren’t prepared for Yor Forger.

The woman had scouted the halls as if possessed, driven by maternal instinct that a lot of the hospital staff could sympathize with. Still, she really didn’t have to look this murderous.

“Excuse me, who are-“

“Where are my husband and child? Loid and Anya Forger!” Yor really didn’t have to look this murderous at the male nurse.

It wasn’t until Yor saw Loid slumped over Anya’s small body, lying on the hospital bed, that she felt like she could breathe again.

All the tension and fear left her at once and her legs threatened to give out.

She didn’t know when it registered to Loid she was there, she certainly had no idea how the man managed to move from his seat next to Anya to her side so quickly to catch her fall, but he did.

One arm wrapped securely around her waist, the gym bag digging into his soaked side that Yor had brought with her.

When had she brought the gym bag with her-

“Yor?”

Both adults blinked at each-other, as if in a stupor, until Yor seemed to melt against Loid and her voice came out hoarse from crying and threatening murder. “What…what happened, Loid? Is Anya okay?”

Loid’s grip around Yor tightened, his chin resting on top of her head and despite the exhaustion rolling off his body in waves, it almost seemed like the embrace was giving him strength.

“She’s fine, Yor. They’re still checking her breathing, but everything is fine.” He carefully guided Yor to sit on a spare chair next to him and Anya’s bed, her hands immediately moving to inspect the child, as if Yor’s hands had the healing abilities of the doctors around them to assess the damage, “Anya dived into the pool to save a drowning boy. She…can’t swim that well yet and almost…” Loid sucked in a breath. “I managed to get them both out in time.”

Yor blinked away the tears stinging her eyes and focused on her husband’s voice to calm her frayed nerves down.

-1 hour later-

It was already 6pm, the doctor and nurses had checked on Anya regularly to ensure her vital signs were in order.

A nurse offered to check on Loid, but he politely declined. He had felt more ill from the shock than his quick dive in the pool. Normally, this would be nothing since his training in WISE had been far worse, but there was something about this situation that had drained him far more than any physically strenuous operation ever could.

It had been the emotional turmoil he found himself in when confronted with the possibility of Anya drowning.

Loid sighed, running a hand through his still damp hair. Why did this room feel so stuffy? It had already been an hour and his clothes didn’t seem to dry as fast as they should’ve.

Before he would drive himself mad with these pointless questions, Twilight focused on Anya’s sleeping face, his hand gently rubbing her knuckles, his other hand rubbing Anya’s belly through the blanket.

‘How did she know that the child was drowning? Anya mentioned it before we reached the pool, that woman told me Anya said she could see air bubbles from the shallower pool and that’s how she knew somebody was underwater, but I remember Anya telling me about someone drowning in the pool.’ Twilight glanced pensively at the sleeping girl’s face, his hand moving to pat her head gently. ‘There is something about her…even if Franky couldn’t find anything in her files, I’m sure there’s something Anya’s not telling me.’

“Loid.” Loid startled when he heard Yor’s voice from right beside him, her own hand resting on top of Anya’s legs, pulling the blanket down to cover her feet fully. The room had been so quiet before, Loid had almost forgotten Yor was here with him. “You’re still soaked, please get changed, I’ll watch over Anya.”

Loid spied the gym bag on the chair in the corner, assuming it to be filled with a spare set of clothes for him and most likely Anya. Yor had still been at work when the hospital had called, yet she still rushed back home to bring a spare change of clothes and food with her before rushing to the hospital to see them.

Feeling an uncanny warmth bloom in his chest, warming his ice-cold body, Loid stood up to grab the bag and leave to change, but not before he looked back at Yor. “Thank you Yor, you must’ve been terrified to receive that call from the hospital, and yet, you still thought of bringing us fresh clothes and food…thank you.” He smiled, a genuine smile that spoke of deep gratitude.

Yor returned his smile, nodding in his direction. “Of course.”

When Loid left to change, Yor sighed deeply and moved to Loid’s seat to gently grab Anya’s hands, Yor’s bangs covering her eyes.

Droplets of liquid fell on Anya’s hands, so small and tiny cradled in Yor’s, as the woman silently wept for the child she thought she lost today.

When Loid came back dressed in clean, dry clothes he found Yor sound asleep next to Anya, resting her head next to Anya’s body. The regular beeping of the heart monitor a reassuring sound in the quiet room.

Loid quietly set aside the bag and grabbed the blanket a nurse kindly left them. Moving carefully, mindful of Yor’s sharp senses, Loid gently draped the blanket over Yor’s form, tucking her in so it didn’t fall off.

His keen eyes spotted the tear tracks on her face and the residue of liquid in the corners of her red, puffy eyelids.

‘She was crying.’ thought Twilight, realizing how, despite not being biologically related, Yor still considered Anya as her daughter. Her daughter who almost drowned today while trying to save a drowning boy herself.

While Loid had experienced and knew great loss, he couldn’t fathom the pain a mother went through upon the loss of her child.

Whenever the older soldiers would trade war stories over the campfire on the front lines, they would always speak of death and the decorated heroes who fell prey to a senseless war.

And they would always be mindful of mentioning the mothers weeping over their dead sons, the light catching the medal placed upon the coffin keeping their son’s body, an honor given upon a body who died protecting a country the young man hadn’t know what to protect it from.

A deep sigh left Loid, as if the sorrows and the heavy emotion tried to exit through his mouth. He knew it was wise to catch some sleep, after today’s events, they would need the strength for tomorrow when Anya would be discharged and go home.

After all, their little girl had saved someone’s life, that ought to call for a celebration.

Twilight soon fell into a deep sleep with that thought in mind, exhaustion finally forcing his body to shut down.

-

When Loid opened his eyes, bright light hurt his vision for a moment.

Once his sight adjusted to the brightness of the room, Loid could make out two figures looking at him.

One was Yor, still dressed in her work clothes and appearing relieved.

The other was Anya, tired but beaming with a smile stretching her cheeks.

Twilight had never felt so grateful to wake up for the next day.

Thanks for reading! :) Hope you enjoyed! Also on Ao3

[buckyownsmylife]

Count the Shadows - Bucky Barnes smut

The one where Bucky wants you to sit on his face.

Warnings: smut, a more dominant reader than I’m used to writing, pining!Bucky, all of the good stuff, second hand embarassment

A/N: so... this is a gift to @navegandoaciegas. She gave me the idea for the Graveyard series ending, and that actually inspired me to keep working on that fic that was supposed to only be a oneshot and then became the pride of my eye. I hope you don’t mind that I’m dedicating this to her 😅 It also allowed me to explore some new kinks that might be appearing thanks to her writing and so really, I felt like this had to see the light of day. But really, if it weren’t for @world-of-aus, @sweetkingdomstarlight-blog​ and @awesomerextyphoon​‘s support, I probably never would have had the courage to publish it, so thank you guys so much!

Y/N’s P.O.V.

Friday nights at Stark tower meant that something out of the ordinary was about to happen, and I’d already grown used to it, after being a part of the Avengers for the last two months. However, that didn’t mean that the prospect of a night planned by Tony Stark didn’t bring me a hell of a lot of anxiety, to the point where sometimes I’d catch myself wishing for a simple recon mission to take me away for the weekend. 

Despite all of my fears and discomfort, I’d been lucky so far. Not once had his attentions turned towards me, and he never even so much as called me to dance with him during one of the raves he liked to organize, so I was able to slip by unnoticed, seizing the opportunity to drink the good (expensive) booze and talk to my friends before retiring for the night.

By Wednesday that week, it was clear that the same couldn’t be said about the next event he’d be hosting.

“Say, Y/L/N, have I thrown you a welcome party?” Was my rude awakening on that fateful morning. Until his arrival, I’d been happily whipping up some pancakes for the supersoldiers and Sam, my morning run partners. The moment his question was processed in my brain however, I froze on my spot, looking up at him with wide eyes. “Oh, now, don’t give me that look. When have I ever thrown a bad party?”

Bucky choked on his coffee, and I immediately was by his side, lightly tapping his back to help him. “I guess this answers your question,” I joked, but with a serious face. Unfortunately, Tony simply rolled his eyes, too used to Bucky and I’s “antisocial behavior”, like he usually described, to give us any attention. “Okay, so maybe not bad, but if you’re going to throw a party using me as an excuse, I have at least one request. And it’s a dealbreaker for me.”

Something in my words truly interested Tony, because instead of brushing me off he actually turned to face me, raising his eyebrows in expectation. “So what you mean is that if I don’t give you what you want, you won’t join the party?”

I nodded, standing my ground. “That’s right.” Next to me, Bucky stood straighter in his chair. 

“Neither will I.” That brought a smile to my lips, and I turned to hug him quickly. 

“Thanks Buck,” I whispered in his ear, relishing in the way he always held onto my embrace just a second longer than I expected. It was always like this with us. Ever since I first noticed just how touch-starved the super soldier was, I’d find little excuses to touch him. And if I ever doubted my first assumption, the way he always chased away my warmth for just a second longer was enough to prove to me that I was doing something right.

“Very well,” Tony said after clearing his throat to regain my attention. “What’s your request?”

“Only the people who live in this tower can be invited.” I was expecting a lot of fuss from the billionaire, but surprisingly, all I got was a disappointed sigh.

“Figured as much. Okay, big shot. But here’s the deal: you’ll have to stay the entire night and participate in every game we decide to play.” I shrugged, taking a sip of my coffee. That sounded fair. “It’s a deal then! All you have to do is be here on Friday night, capisce? Don’t be late.”

I should have known something was up back then, but as it were, I was just happy that I was able to stop him from filling the Tower with people I didn’t know. Not only would it help to keep Bucky relaxed (and perhaps even allow him to enjoy himself for once!), it’d also help to keep myself relaxed. 

I’d never been one to enjoy big crowds, and I especially didn’t want to celebrate joining the team with people who weren’t even a part of it. It made sense. So when Friday night rolled around, it found me in a way better mood than I expected. I even accepted Nat’s suggestion and let her pick my clothes. I was feeling so great, in fact, that I felt bolder, brave enough to accept to wear a satin red dress with a deep neckline that seemed to be able to attract every man’s attention upon seeing me. 

Even Bucky seemed drawn to it. And I couldn’t deny that knowing I held that sort of power even to a man of his caliber, a man that attractive, made me feel even braver. But with braveness comes stupidity, and I was brutally reminded of that fact by Tony’s smug face when I heard the dare he had for me.

Listen, I would have never accepted the idea of fucking truth or dare if it wasn’t for this stupidly sexy dress. I mean, the powers that clothing can have… They can make you blind with clout. That’s the only way I could justify what happened next.

“You’ve got to be kidding me,” I argued, much to Tony’s (and the rest of the team’s) amusement. Each and every single one of them looked at me with barely contained laughter, with the exception of Bucky, apparently.

“Careful, sweetheart… The dare’s already on and that wasn’t very sexy of you.” Narrowing my eyes at him, I very carefully thought out my gameplay here. I could very well retreat to my bedroom and go to sleep. But then again, this whole night had been so fun, and Tony had been really nice to abide by my wishes to only invite people that I knew…

“Fine. I’ll spend the rest of the night being as blunt as possible as I hit on you guys. After all, this is probably the only way you’ll ever get to hear me talking dirty, huh?” And with a wink in Tony’s direction, I resigned myself to face the challenge ahead. “So, let’s get on with this orgy, shall we?”

Bucky’s P.O.V.

It’s not that I was jealous. Of course, I wasn’t jealous. It’s just… hearing her say those things in front of everyone else made my blood boil like nothing else. I knew it wasn’t my place to feel this way. It’s not like she owed me anything, much less attention. As much as I wanted, she wasn’t mine, or even close to that.

Despite being head over heels in love with her, I still hadn’t gathered enough courage to even ask her out for a cup of coffee - or anything else, for that matter. And the worst part was that everyone but her seemed to know about my feelings. Which made this whole night even worse, since I was pretty sure Tony had done all of this on purpose.

So I had to sit through a lot of “Oh, please fuck me”, and “I wouldn’t kick you out of bed,” none of which were addressed to me - and those were the least graphic ones. I couldn’t really blame her, since I hadn’t spoken a single word from the second this whole dare started, but still, I was sulking, and I knew it.

In fact, I was so lost inside my own head, that I didn’t even realize what had happened when she asked “Do you want me to sit on your face or what?” (which I’m pretty sure was directed to Sam) until a heavy silence took the place of the animated chatter that had been going on. Imagine my surprise when I realized everyone was staring at me.

“What?” I asked, my heart already beating out of control, looking from one face to the other in the hopes of grasping what I had lost in the conversation.

“You just said you wanted Y/N to sit on your face,” was the response I got, from no other than Sam himself, and if my heart had been pounding on my chest only seconds before, now it felt as if it had stopped altogether.

“You’re crazy,” I tried to joke, trying with all of my might not to look at the woman who was staring at me. I could feel her gaze on my face. It burned and I ached to look, to see what sort of expression she was wearing, but my anxiety was just too strong - stronger than my curiosity ever could be.

“I wish I was, man. But you literally just answered ‘Please sit on mine’ when she asked if she could sit on my face.” I was going to die. I was sure of it. My face felt so warm, there was no way I wouldn’t just spontaneously combust any second now.

The worst part was, I knew Sam was telling the truth. Because those were the precise words I thought the second that I heard the offer leave her beautiful lips. And now I didn’t know what to do.

“Fine, your room or mine?” She broke me out of my self-deprecating thoughts, surprising me so much that I automatically raised my eyes to meet hers, finding her looking down at me with a mischievous smirk on her lips. Was she joking? Was this part of the dare?

The room erupted on laughs and I forced myself to join them, praying to whoever was available up in the heavens that they would let me be and thankfully, soon enough, the conversation smoothly transitioned away from me and my stupid malfunctioning. Y/N didn’t look in my direction again, which helped with my task of trying to get my breathing pattern into a normal one once more, and in a half hour people were breaking up into small groups and going back into their own rooms for the night.

I figured it was safe to do the same. So I got back to my bedroom’s floor with my hands buried deep in my pocket, trying to figure out what the hell had happened that night, when the door to my room suddenly opened and a tiny hand wrapped around my wrist, hauling me as best as they could into my own living quarters.

Y/N’s P.O.V.

Bucky looked beyond surprised as he stared down at me with his mouth hanging open. I was tempted to tease him about letting flies in if he stayed like that, but I didn’t want to make this any more difficult for him than it clearly already would be. To be honest, I also had no idea how I’d been able to move that mountain of a man.

“What are you doing in my room?” Oh, right. That’s what he was concerned about. Fair enough.

“I wanted to show you something.” By the way he opened and closed his mouth a few times before finally being able to say anything else, it was clear that it wasn’t the answer he was expecting, but then again, he obviously wasn’t expecting me to be in his room. 

“W-What?”

I grinned, immediately curling my fingers on the edge of my dress before promptly pulling it over my head and sending it flying across the room. Bucky’s jaw dropped, and it only made my smile grow bigger as I quickly got rid of my bra before finally doing the same to my underwear.

“What? Did you think I would let you suffer?” The poor thing, he didn’t seem capable of answering at all, eyes the size of plates as he stared at my naked body, practically drooling. I ran my hands over my breasts, cupping them slightly before trailing further down.

“Did you think I’d let Sam learn what my pussy tasted like? Or Steve? No, no, no, James. This is for you and you only.” Burying a finger inside of me, I made sure to let out my loudest, most pornographic moan as I slowly thrusted it once inside of me before raising it to his face.

“See how I’m soaked? I always get like this when I’m near you.” Bucky actually whimpered, knees faltering for a second as he reached out to grab a hold of himself with the wall next to us, and I laughed before raising a challenging eyebrow in his direction. “What are you waiting for? Get on your knees.”

My breath hitched as I watched the mountain of a man before me literally do exactly that, hypnotizingly staring at the space between my legs before slowly meeting my eyes with a look of pure need in his perfect face. Jesus. How the fuck was I supposed to control myself when he was looking at me like that?

I had gathered the sense that Bucky wanted me, that much became clear tonight, but I had no idea the extent of his desire until just then. Until he looked at me with pupils dilated from under his stupidly long eyelashes, breath coming out from his open mouth like he was desperate for me, desperate to taste what I had to offer.

He looked like he would do anything I asked him to in that second, and the feeling of power that thought gave me left me horny as nothing else. So my first order of business was to command, “Eat me.”

The second the words were out, it was clear that was all he was waiting to do what both of us so clearly wanted. Two strong hands grabbed me from behind and with that grasp of my ass, he pulled me to him until I was in fact seated on his face, wholly dependent on his muscular body to keep me up.

“Oh God,” he was the one to whisper, and a shiver ran through my body as he licked my pussy from clit to hole before diving in as if he was determined to rid me of all of my wetness - knowing fully well it was an impossible task.

Bucky Barnes didn’t need any guidance in the art of eating pussy, that quickly became clear to me, but I still felt the need to grab a hold of his hair just to help keep myself grounded into the reality of this moment. The way he moaned against my cunt at the action, the vibrations running through my body and making me tremble on top of him, certainly didn’t make me regret any part of my decision. It was clear he liked that sting of pain.

Bucky’s P.O.V.

I was having a hard time believing this was really happening, even though I had Y/N’s completely naked body on top of me, her cunt spread open by my own tongue, her juices covering every inch of my tongue. I couldn’t even convince myself to close my eyes to fully enjoy her taste, too preoccupied with memorizing every little thing about this moment. 

And the second she opened her eyes to find me already looking up at her, I was particularly glad for my decision, if only because I got to witness the delicious smile that took over her beautiful face before she grinded her pussy against my lips.

“Fuck, you look so good like this. I could get used to this.” A jolt ran through my body at the implications of what she was saying. Before I could even fully process it, I was already responding with the only thing that occupied my mind then, “Please do.”

If I thought I would scare her away with my desperation, a delighted giggle immediately managed to calm my nerves. “Do you always say what you’re thinking?” She asked, still rubbing herself against me, so it took me a while to be able to moan against her wetness an honest, “Yes.” When I did though, the vibrations managed to be exactly what she needed to gush her release onto my waiting mouth, making me growl in excitement. She was so fucking sweet. My cock was so fucking hard it hurt, but all I could think about was how much I wanted to pleasure her, how much I never wanted this night to end.

Unfortunately for my plans, she decided to climb down from me, eyes drinking my kneeling position while she caught her breath for a bit before she threw herself on my bed, feet on the mattress so I’d get a perfect vision of her perfect pussy. Hypnotized, I didn’t even notice I’d gotten up and approached her until her voice broke me out of my reverie.

“Would you like to take a picture?” I knew she was joking, but there was no way I’d miss the slightest possibility of getting at least a permanent reminder of this night, so I answered as truthfully as possible yet again, “Of course. Would you let me take one?”

I was expecting her to laugh it off and move this along, but once more her answer surprised me. “Only if you promise me you won’t use it to jerk off to.” The confusion must have been clear in my expression, because she quickly added, “That’s what I’m here for.”

My heartbeat picked up as I struggled to process her words. “D-Does this mean you’ll want to do this again?” I watched as a small smile grew on her lips and she sat up on the mattress before reaching out to me.

“Every night, if you’ll have me.”

Another moment of silence as I struggled to accept that this was real, that this was really happening. 

Y/N’s P.O.V.

I couldn’t contain my delighted giggles at the lovestruck expression on Bucky’s eyes. But my need for him was growing deeper every second, so while he stared I reached out for his jeans, quickly managing to unzip them and push them down until I could wrap my hands around his member.

“Jesus, you’re so hard.” Even without any actual stimulation, apparently just giving me pleasure was enough to get him ready for me. I could barely wait to feel his cock inside of my pussy.

“I-I can’t believe this is happening,” he whispered while climbing on the bed and settling between my thighs. “I’ve been dreaming about this for the longest time.” Gosh, could he be any more perfect?

“Well, it’s happening now, James. Please, please, fuck me. I need your cock in me.” His lips looked wet from our earlier activities, and my gaze immediately fell on them when he gasped at my words and the feeling of his cock rubbing on my pussy. When I positioned the head and pulled him closer to me, signaling what I wanted, he followed without any resistance, his entire body trembling as he struggled to keep himself up with both hands on either side of my head.

“You’re doing so great, baby. God, it feels so good to be with you like this.” Apparently, Bucky grew tired of fighting against his own body, since he allowed his massive frame to fall just over mine, resting his forehead on mine.

“Fuck.” Hearing the word whispered so close to me, his warm breath dancing over my skin, while he was effectively about to do just that, felt incredibly arousing for something so small. “It’s like I can’t get close enough to you.”

In the search to feel more connected to me, he finally started thrusting, and then it was like I’d forgotten to speak altogether. Only able to hold tight to those shoulders that tempted me for so long, I struggled to keep the moans and whimpers inside so I could continue to hear the little breathless whispers that he was releasing, almost like he was speaking to himself…

“So wet…” It all only made me more desperate for the enchanting man on top of me, so beautiful, and yet so insecure of his own allure. I hoped after tonight he’d start understanding just how attractive he truly was, at least to me.

“Bucky…” I managed to whisper, calling out for his attention and earning it when his eyes snapped open to meet mine. “Bucky, kiss me.” I needed to feel those lips against mine, to have that one sweet gesture of entwinement that we still hadn’t shared. Apparently, he felt the same need, because in a second, he was onto me, mouth slowly prying mine open so his tongue could explore yet another part of my body that now belonged to him.

By then, he couldn’t contain his moans anymore, and I was grateful that I was still able to keep mine low so I wouldn’t miss the symphony of whimpers and whines, especially after he pulled away to catch his breath and his eyes met mine.

“Fuck, darling…” Each sound from his lips made my pulse grow quicker, my body warmer, that incredible high closer and closer to me. And still, because I needed to tease him, I found myself saying, “For someone who was so embarrassed about the team knowing you wanted me, you surely can be loud.”

Bucky hid his head on the crook of my neck, making goosebumps rise all over my body as he rubbed his nose against my skin, breathing me in. If I thought it was a gesture of shyness, his next words assured me that wasn’t the case at all.

“I want them to hear. I want them to know I’m yours.” The confession had the fire of desire burning brighter inside of me, and my hands slipped around his back, certainly leaving nailprints behind.

“Oh, is that it? You’re mine now, James?” The thought thrilled me to no end, but I needed him to say it, not only because I wanted to be sure there was no uncertainty in his feelings for me, but also because it made me even weaker for the soldier and the dominance he had over my body.

“C-Can I be? Please?” There was so much vulnerability in his beautiful blue eyes that the only answer I managed to give at first was the connection between our lips again, pulling him down to me so our bodies were completely glued to one another once more. My fingers buried in his locks, I pulled on them when I needed to gather some air, and finally give him an actual answer.

Bucky’s P.O.V.

“Hell fucking yes. We’ll be the hottest couple on Earth.” A shiver went through my body at the realization that she truly wanted this, that she truly wanted me. A sound escaped my lips before I could realize, and in fact, I only noticed it because she broke me out of my reverie by saying, “You know, everytime you whine, I have the overwhelming urge to just tie you down to this bed and give you a reason to do so.”

Shit. This woman made me weak. And the moment I lost control of my own weight, she took advantage of it, inverting our positions so she was the one on top, while managing to keep my cock nestled deep inside of her.

“Do you want to cum, sweetheart?” Hearing the filthiness that spilled out of her lips only made me hotter and hotter, my hands flying up to hold her waist as she began to ride me. “Tell me just how badly you want it. Say it, or I’ll leave you right here, right on the edge of bliss, and I’ll cum on your thigh instead.”

I heaved loudly, trying to force my own tongue to work, but the sight of her breasts bouncing with her movements was too hypnotizing. I would never regain full control of my body again, I realized, for as long as she wanted to keep me around. But instead of feeling lost, like I did when the Winter Soldier took over, all I could feel was peace.

She wanted me. She wanted my body, my soul, every part of me. Despite every missing piece, every scar. Everything anyone had ever done to me, everything I’d done to so many. And I’d gladly give it all to her, forever.

“Please, please let me cum, ma’am.” The name left my lips before I could realize, but it made her smile. And right then, I knew I’d done the right thing. Her movements picked up, her hand searching mine to guide my thumb to meet her nub, and as soon as I started rubbing it, she gasped in the most melodic of sounds.

“Cum for me, James. I wanna feel you cumming inside of me.” Jesus fucking christ. I didn’t have a choice, my body reacting to her calling like she was a siren and I was helpless. I felt helpless. It wasn’t difficult to see that I liked it, though. I liked being under her control. I liked how she pulled me apart and held me in place all at the same time.

“If you don’t take your thumb away, so help me God.” Her voice broke me out of my thoughts, realizing her chest was heaving with the effort to breathe properly now that she’d reached her climax with me. I smiled sheepishly before adjusting on the bed, right when she climbed down from my body, and a whine escaped my chest despite my better wishes, making her look at me with an amused smile.

“I’m sorry, I just… I kinda miss you already.” Her smile grew bigger, her eyes twinkling under the moonlight as she leaned over me to kiss me, and I couldn’t help it. I just had to hug her closer, have her falling on top of my chest just so I could invert our positions and kiss her some more.

“I want something that’ll show them I’m yours.” I admitted once she pulled away to gather her breath, and her eyebrows rose in surprise, but also interest, I could tell.

“Like a collar?”

“I was thinking more like a love bite, but I don’t mind.” Her giggle was the most adorable sound in the universe, I was sure of it. 

“Baby, I’ll let you fuck me in front of them, if it’ll help your insecurity,” she soothed me, and the thought of having everyone see us together, fully understand that I belonged to her, electrified me. “You’re mine now. You can be damn sure if anyone tries to flirt with you, they’ll have to deal with me. And I’ll make sure they know I’m yours and only yours if they try to chat me up.”

The thought made me smile, and I laid back on the bed and pulled her to rest against my chest, my hand instinctively coming up to play with her hair. “I can get used to that.” We stayed like that for a while, just breathing in each other’s presences, relishing in the comfortable silence between us, until I felt the need to break it.

“Can I kiss you again?” I felt her smile against my skin, before she pushed away to reach for me and connect our lips once more. God, I don’t think I’d ever get used to knowing I could have this anytime I wanted. “One more,” I begged when she pulled away, and she pretended to think for a moment before shooting me a mischievous grin. 

“Only if you come fuck me in the shower.”

The only thing I could think to say in response, as I watched her strut in the direction of the bathroom, was “Fuck, you’re sexy.”

[holylulusworld]

Smirk of the devil

Title: Smirk of the devil

Summary: He’s the devil in disguise.

Square filled for @spnquotebingo​​​​​​: (“Believe me, I’ve been asking myself the same question for two years.” – SPN)

Word Count: 1,9k

Pairing: Clubowner!Dean x fem!Reader

Characters: Sam Winchester, Ruby, Gadreel, unnamed girl

Rating: Explicit

Warnings:  angst, language, smut, unprotected sex, a hint of fluff, mentions of cheating (implied), sadness, toxic relationship?, unrequited feelings, Dean hurt the reader more than once, hopeful ending but no happy ending

Divider by @firefly-graphics​​​

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“Excuse me, miss,“ a young girl, barely twenty-one coos. She looks up at you with big doe eyes, batting her eyelashes. “I’m looking for Dean Winchester. He asked me to come here at nine.”

“No, you don’t,” anyone not knowing you would think you are trying to be rude to the girl, but this is so far from the truth. “Girls like you shouldn’t come to places like these.” you huff when the girl rolls her eyes. “You don’t want to meet up with Dean.”

“And you know this why?” she sasses, hands on her hips now. 

You can smell the strawberry chewing gum she tortured the whole time and can’t help but chuckle at her bratty attitude. Once upon a time, you were just like her.

Sweet, innocent, an intact heart beating in your chest.

“You’re not my mom. So, why do you think you can keep me away from Dean,” you’d like to slap her face at the ‘mom’ comment but bite your tongue. You never were a violent person. Maybe if you were, Dean would run around with one ball missing. “I bet you’re just jealous he wants me.”

What can you possibly tell the girl? That he will break her heart. That, once he has you in his clutches he will strip off your dignity, rip any pride left out of your chest and replace your former self with a drooling mess, begging him to do it all over again.

“Speak of the devil,” you whisper, watching Dean waltz into his club, the bunker, the place you first met. Those days seem a lifetime away. Back then you still were a cute and clueless girl, missing the way he tainted you with every touch and kiss. 

“I want to speak to him, now,” the girl pouts and you get the feeling she’s rather a girl scout wanting to sell cookies than her pussy to a man she won’t be able to handle. “NOW!”

“It’s your funeral, sweet cheeks,” you wave her off, walk past the girl to talk to Dean Winchester, the devil himself. Oh, how you wish you could tell him to go to hell, but you would only beg him to take you with him.

“Sweetheart,” he dips his head, shamelessly roams your body with darkened eyes, “you look ready to get eaten.” damn him, he smirks, and you get weak in the knees. “And you will—”

“Another of your fangirls,” you jerk your head in the girl’s direction, rolling your eyes. “Guess you are down to high school girls now, Winchester. Shame on you.”

“Jealous?” he cocks his head, watches you turn on your heels, ignoring your racing heart when he walks behind you, one hand on the small of your back. “So, how’s it going with your mysterious boyfriend lately?”

“Wonderful,” you grit out, already walking faster to brush Dean off. “I told you, no questions about my love life or I’ll quit once for all, Dean. Go, take care of your girl.”

It’s when he walks toward the girl that you allow yourself to admire his back, his broad shoulders, and, yes, his ass.

“Ogling my brother again?” Sam stands too close for comfort, but you don’t mind. “What’s the state of your on-and-off relationship? Who’s winning this round?”

“No one is going to win shit, Sammy. Dean wants to fuck every woman with a pulse, and I want a faithful man, period,” you turn your attention back toward the bartender who wanted to talk to you about the latest order.

“He’s hard to handle, I told you so,” Sam nudges your side. “Why don’t you lay claim on him and show any woman he’s yours.”

“Dean is not my man, never was,” you sigh, eyes filled with unshed tears once again. “When we met, he did anything to get me, and then, he dropped me like any other girl. I’m not what he wants, Sam. Dean lives for his club, Baby, and having sex with any woman he can get into his bed…”

“Bunny hole would be the better name for this shithole,” you grit out, downing your first drink of the night. “Give me another one, Gade. I wanna get drunk tonight.”

“Sweetheart, you shouldn’t drink at work,” Dean sits on the barstool next to you, grinning when you grasp for the next drink. 

He easily snatches the drink out of your hands, downing it in one go, slamming the glass onto the counter. “Your boss could catch you red-handed and fire you or slap your ass. Whatever you prefer.”

“Go ahead and fire me, Winchester. This shithole will go down without the manager keeping it alive,” you quip. “Now let me have another drink. My shift is almost over.”

“Almost,” he whispers in your ear, fingertips sliding over your thigh to hike up your skirt. “How about we talk about this at my office in the back, Miss Y/L/N?” you place your hand on top of Dean’s to guide it to his thigh, hiding you shivered at his touch.

“Don’t hurt yourself, boss,” you lean closer to whisper the words. “I think you had enough fun with little miss sunshine not an hour ago. I hope you checked she was at age, Dean.”

“Jesus, I asked her to come around for a job, nothing else,” Dean grumbles, hand moving toward your thigh again. “I don’t play with girls, only with women.”

“Yeah, I remember how well you played with half of the female population in town,” snickering Dean slides off his barstool to stand behind you. He’s caging you with his body, places both hands on each side of the bar counter.

“You were one of them, and I remember you were so eager to get out of that cute dress you wore only for me, sweetheart,” he husks in your ear. “Come to my office, Miss Y/L/N, and let’s talk about your behavior lately.”

“If you insist, boss,” you hate you follow him all too eager.

While Dean waltzes toward his office, waving at people, you fight your way through the masses, unbeknownst Sam is following your every step with his eyes.

“She will fall for him all over again,” Ruby sighs. The brunette sips at her drink while sitting on Sam’s lap. “Can you not tell your brother to stop breaking my friend’s heart? She deserves better for fuck’s sake. Two years ago, she found a nice guy and tried to quit only to do the walk of shame the next morning.”

“I can’t help two fools in love to find their way. I tried, Baby. Don’t ask me to talk to my brother about love again. He’s stubborn. You know that Ruby.”

“I know, still, she deserves better than a quick fuck at his office only to end up alone and weeping on the floor for weeks after he had his way with her…”

“Fuck, Y/N,” Dean groans with every thrust. “I’ve missed this tight little cunt around me.” you hate yourself for letting Dean in once again while he takes you apart.

What can a girl do when he has you pressed against the wall the moment he closed the door behind you. His lips on yours, his hands on your ass to heave you up to hold you against the wall.

His thrusts are more demanding tonight, his lips tender against your throat and his hand, well his hands hold you a little tighter. “Dean, fuck—we shouldn’t.”

“A little too late for regrets,” the devil moans in your neck, moves a little slower to drag his thick length against your walls. “You’re so wet for me, Sugar.” you whimper at the nickname. 

It brings back memories of all the nights he called you like that, voice hoarse and his eyes only set on you.

“Go to hell—” you finally choke out, still, you hold tight onto his shoulders when he starts to fuck up into you at a madding pace. 

“I’ll just take you with me,” he grips your ass tighter, moves you up and down his length while his lips do the worst thing possible – they claim yours in a bruising kiss, take your breath away. 

Dean moans against your soft pillows, ignores a single tear that runs down your cheek or that your cunt flutters around him.

“You’re mine, my girl,” he demands, hips jerking uncontrollably now. “Never gonna let you go. Just hold tight, baby.”

You grasp for his shoulders, dig your nails deep into his skin when you can’t hold back the approaching high anymore. A wave of pleasure washes over you and for a moment everything is like it should be—until it isn’t. 

His warmth fills you and you remember the way he ended things, right after he fucked you against the wall at his place.

“What if you let me fall?” there is so much fear and pain hidden behind those few words Dean stops moving for a moment. He just looks at you pinned to the wall, bare and vulnerable right in front of him. “Wouldn’t be the first time.”

“Why do you always keep coming back to me?” he nips at your lips, hands wrapping around your back. “Why, baby?”

“Believe me, I’ve been asking myself the same question for two years,” you give Dean a sad smile, eyes filled with tears again. “Maybe I’m a masochist and like to get hurt. I don’t know why I let you in over and over again only to get broken.”

“I hate to break it for you, but we have this thing going on for almost six years,” Dean laughs when you punch his shoulder. “Maybe a little longer.”

“I know, dumbass,” you shake your head. “Two years ago, I found a new job and tried to leave town, but then you dragged me back into your life, and since then…”

“You try to escape me and my charming personality…”

“Why are you still here?” looking over your shoulder you wonder why Dean didn’t leave your place like he always does after he got what he wanted. “Isn’t one of your other girls waiting for you?”

“I told you that the girl was there for a job, not to suck my dick,” he kicks his shoes off and drops his shirt to the ground before he unzips his pants. “I want to stay the night.”

“Why?” watching Dean strip his socks off you frown. “Dean, you don’t need to pretend shit, okay. We both know I was just convenient again.” you turn around, not wanting to face the devil again. If you do, he’ll drag you down to hell again.

“Y/N, baby,” he crawls under the covers to press his face into your shoulder, “you’re not convenient to me. I swear, I asked the girl to come to the club for a job. She asked around at my mom’s place and I offered she can take over a few shifts. As a waitress, not for me to… you know…”

“How shall I know?” you hate that his warmth lulls you into safety. And you hate his arms wrap around your waistline even more. “All you do is to bang random chicks at your office. Just like you did with me not an hour ago.”

“You’re not a random chick, Y/N,” oddly Dean clings to you tonight. He burrows his face in your neck, not letting go of you until he feels your breathing even out. “Maybe you are the only girl I ever loved. I was just too afraid to keep you in my life.”

You can’t react to his confession as you are fast asleep. Dean doesn’t care. He needed to get it off his chest. 

“No matter what, you’ll always be mine, sweetheart. Come hell or high water,” he whispers. 

And maybe, just maybe, you’ll give him another chance to prove he’s not the devil, only a lonely man who messed things up years ago.

>> Part 2

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Star Wars Fic Recs Part the Fourth

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Been a few weeks since I've done one of these and I've read/reread some great fics recently so let me share them with you now!

And I Fear Nothing by @maiseey (Obi-Wan/Cody, WIP, 11/? chapters, 43.4k words) Picture this: I am sitting in the parking lot of my local grocery store, having just bought a load of perishables. I get the email that And I Fear Nothing has just been updated. What do I do: run home to preserve the food I just paid for, or sit in my car and read the new chapter right away? The answer is obvious, of course! That is exactly the situation I found myself in last week when chapter 11 dropped and I did in fact choose to read it in spite of my groceries, that's how much I love this fic. In this fic, Obi-Wan and Cody are raising Luke and Leia together on Tatooine, and they've got so much trauma, and new + old wounds, and love for each other and the children they're raising that it both warms your heart and tears it apart. But that's not all, this fic expands beyond just the small home in the middle of the Jundland Wastes and explores Ahsoka and Rex and their journey to de-chip as many clones as possible. I love this fic because it doesn't shy away from hard conversations, but it does it in a way that makes you want to cry and give everyone involved a hug. Plus, there are some fantastic minor clone characters that you will 100% want to die for by the time you finish reading. Cannot recommend this fic enough.

Obligate by @communistkenobi (gen, one-shot, 23.9k words, Obi-Wan & Anakin & Ahsoka) Just when you thought the Deception arc didn't have enough pain, this AU sees Anakin fake his death instead of Obi-Wan! My heart is physically ripped out of my chest just thinking about this fic, so imagine what it'd do to you actually reading it. Anything @communistkenobi writes is so well-done and I've gone through his works list on AO3 multiple times, but somehow I missed this when it was first posted and it was like a wonderfully delightful surprise when I ran into it the other day. So, so good. Highly recommend!

Moirai by damonkey (gen, WIP, 4/? chapters, 9.2k words, Obi-Wan & Qui-Gon) All I can really say about this fic without giving anything away is that it's a Phantom Menace AU and it's so intriguing. The author is very deliberate in having a vague summary and only tagging as the story progresses, so I truly have no idea what's ahead of me but it's so -- as I said -- intriguing that I'm happy to strap into the ride. Ahhhh I'm skimming through the fic and there are so many things I want to mention but I don't want to give anything away!

Almost Home by @frunbuns (gen, one-shot, 5.2k words, Obi-Wan & Anakin) You know, every time I recc a Modern AU I'm like "I don't usually like Modern AUs but..." and then proceed to gush over the fic. I went and checked and I've recced a Modern AU on almost every fic rec list I've made! Maybe I do like Modern AUs?? Or maybe the fics are just that good -- and this fic is definitely that good. In this fic, the first of a planned series of fics set in a modern Star Wars universe, Obi-Wan is reeling from the loss of his adoptive father Qui-Gon and has to care for a young Anakin. Ooooooof. Definitely hits you right in the feels, this one. Love the non-chronological storytelling too!

Naked and Not Paid by biscuitlevitation (Obi-Wan/212th Attack Battalion, WIP, 6/? chapters, 14.9k words) This fic is essentially ~15k words of the clones thirsting over Obi-Wan and it is the funniest thing I have read all year. I'm not kidding, I just read the last chapter which features space-church-lady!Anakin and I laughed so hard I cried. I'm cracking up just thinking about it. I promise you will have a good time reading this fic. And if the tag "Obi-Wan Kenobi/212th Attack Battalion" puts you off, let me just say there's no sex in this at all, it's just thirst. And it's hilarious.

Full Disclosure by @trixree (Obi-Wan/Cody, WIP, 2/3 chapters, 7.4k words) ROTS AU in which the Force bonds Obi-Wan has formed with a few members of the 212th save them from the chip and Order 66, but it doesn't stop the devastation from happening on a mass scale and they all have to try and deal with Mustafar and Luke and Leia. This fic manages to be both extremely soft and extremely gut-wrenching at the same time, and I wish I could leave more kudos. Full disclosure (get it, little pun there for ya), I will be dying until the final chapter comes out. Time to go listen to Olivia Rodrigo and reread this fic and just live in my feels.

Thirteen Days by @ewanmcgregorismyhomeboy12 (gen, one-shot, 4.1k words, Obi-Wan & Anakin) Post-Zygerria arc, Anakin dresses an unconscious Obi-Wan's injuries and struggles. Ahhhh this fic is one of my favorite Zygerria arc fics, and given that that's my favorite arc, that's saying a lot! Obi-Wan doesn't say a word in this fic, but his presence is very much there, if you know what I mean. And the descriptions of injuries here are pretty graphic at times, but it's so good that you'll want to keep reading even if you have to do it through the fingers covering your eyes.

brother, let me be your shelter by @kenobilovebot (gen, one-shot, 1.6k words, Obi-Wan & Anakin) This fic packs so much tenderness in a short amount of words. It covers an AU in which Obi-Wan's issues from Zigoola never really resolve, and Anakin finds out when -- well, you'll just have to read for yourself. I love Zigoola because it is such an excellent whumpfest for poor Obi-Wan and this fic is great for that, but also highlights Anakin and Obi-Wan's relationship.

A Padawan At War (Again) series by @itstimeforstarwars (gen, 3 parts, 100k words, Obi-Wan & Anakin) In this series, Obi-Wan and Anakin are transported from The Phantom Menace into the Clone Wars and have to deal with all that comes with it: fighting wars, discovering a Padawan you never knew you had, dueling your grandmaster who apparently is a Sith Lord now(?!) and all the rest. This series is a great ride, and I look forward to every update. Note: the first fic in this series is a one-shot that was expanded upon, and it drops you in media res. The second fic is a prequel that shows how they got to that point, and the third fic is the sequel that shows what comes after.

The Desert Storm series by @blue-sunshine-mauve-morning (complete, 24 parts, 1.144 million words) There has never been a better time to start reading this series. If you read Star Wars fics on AO3, then you've definitely seen the Desert Storm series before, but maybe you were daunted by the high word count, or felt like it would be too much effort to go all the way to the beginning of a series but couldn't just jump in halfway. Let me tell you, it's 100% worth it, and now is the perfect time to read this series if you haven't already. This series is complete, but it turns out it's all just Act 1 of the larger story, which will continue in the Rise and Fall series. @blue-sunshine-mauve-morning is taking a break right now before starting the next series, so you have ample time to get caught up, and YOU REALLY SHOULD. Let me tell you, this series had me on the edge of my seat more than any other piece of media I can remember. With the most recent chapters, where everything that has been building for a million words came to a head, I would get so worked up after each chapter that beforehand I would have to queue up calming things to watch afterwards, and it still wouldn't be enough and I'd be too full of feelings to get anything done the rest of the day. Seriously, this series is amazing. And if you HAVE read it before but haven't reread, now is the perfect time for that as well. I've reread this series multiple times and it's so rewarding because the author sprinkled in so many hints as to what will come that you only understand the second (or third) time around. I know I've written a lot for this rec but this is a long series and it deserves it. Go read! Now!

If you like any of these fics, please consider reblogging so they can get more exposure! And if you noticed I missed someone’s Tumblr account, or linked the wrong one, please let me know!

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8 — The Healer

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Pairing: Boba Fett x reader

Word Count: 3.5k

Warnings: NSFW, Blood and injury, medical, unintentional self inflicted harm, mention of disordered eating (Not graphic, but warnings still apply), oral sex (f receiving)

Summary: You get the chance to start working on a long awaited project, and get in over your head.

A few days later your breakfast with Talece and Mira is interrupted by the head of one of the construction and renovation crews to let you know that the sunless garden space is complete.

You’re so excited you can hardly finish your meal. You find yourself wanting to sprint down the halls to see the room. It takes so much self restraint to compose yourself and walk beside the rather stoic and unbothered construction lead down to the room.

Before the renovation it must have been either a ballroom or a massive storage space. Either way it was not well maintained. It was full of piles and piles of junk that climbed all the way to the ceiling, the floors and the walls were damaged, and it was unusable.

It had been your idea to gut the room and turn it into something usable and unique. You loved having a garden on your homeworld, and since nothing grows on Tatooine due to the excessive heat from the suns and the lack of fertile soil, this seemed like the perfect use for the room.

Boba didn’t have much of an opinion on it either way when you initially pitched him the idea. In all honesty, he was just happy to see how happy it made you. He was quite impressed by your ingenuity creating this room. Artificial sun and moon lighting in real time with the seasons, water reclaimer and distributor so that whatever plant you choose can be watered without wasting it, and holo panels covering the walls to make the entire space look like an enclosed greenhouse.

And when you finally get to look at it, it’s perfect. Rows of raised garden beds, the lighting and holo panels look so real you’re almost sure they misunderstood your directions and just built out a patio instead.

“If there’s anything we missed or not up to your standard let us know, my lady” the foreman tells you

“No no, this is absolutely perfect” you can’t contain the smile on your face “Thank you! Thank you so much, it’s wonderful”

The foreman has to hold back a laugh, you’re practically vibrating, you're so elated. In all his years of doing large scale projects like this, he’s never had a client seem so appreciative.

“I’ll leave you to it my lady” The foreman politely exits the room, leaving you to wander around and admire their handiwork.

As you walk you begin taking notes on your data pad, for what plants and flowers you want to put in which planter boxes. It’ll be a tall order to get all the seeds and plant bulbs delivered here, but once they’re planted and growing, this will be a sight to behold!

You land up spending the entire day in the garden, labeling planter boxes with bits of flimsy tacked on the sides. Talece brought down a tray of food and insisted you eat something, but she also took the time to let you gush about the vegetables you planned to grow and how beautiful the room will be when things begin to bloom.

When you’re too exhausted to stand up straight any longer you make the long trek through the palace back to your room. Only to lay down on the bed with your data pad to begin placing the orders for soil, seeds, bulbs, labels, and plant pots. When you finally power off the data pad, you’re so happy. You can’t wait for Boba to be home so you can show him how amazing it all is.

You hear from Boba a couple days later, he is finally returning to Tatooine, and is “very excited” to see your new projects. He can’t help but smile picturing you squealing with delight as you show him all of your little plants and paintings.

On the same day, your soil and seeds finally arrive at the palace. You almost feel bad for having guards and some of the stronger looking servants help you drag bags of soil down to the garden. You feel less bad because you’ve got your sleeves rolled up to do the heavy lifting too.

Once everything is down there though, you release them to go back to their everyday duties. You get into a rhythm. Slice the seam off a soil bag. Dump into a planter box. Distribute evenly, and rake to till it. Move on to the next planter box.

Hours and hours and hours of this pass. You couldn’t be happier. It reminds you of summers back on your home planet, planting the seeds that would eventually become your fall crops. That would later become your fall meals. Soups and stews thickened with vegetables, roasted root and tubers to go with roasted meat, and gourds to be cooked down into mush to be put into pastries. It’s too hot to have such a need for hearty hot foods like that here on Tatooine. But you still crave them from time to time. It’s one of the only things you miss about your previous home.

As you’re slicing open a bag of soil, thinking about soup, you put in just a little too much force and swipe the blade farther than you expected. At first you don’t really feel it. But then you see the colorful bloom of fresh blood staining your sleeve. You’re stunned for a moment looking at it.

Your hands are covered with dirt. Mind over matter you resist the urge to clamp your dirty hand down over the bloody wound. Instead you calmly stand up and go back to your room. Staring straight ahead, not really able to look at it at the moment.

You get back to your room and know without looking that it is still bleeding but not that bad. I’ve had worse. I’ve had worse. I’ve had worse. You recite to yourself. You start the facet in the fresher and clean your hands, some of the blood has dribbled down your arm into your hand. You scrub it away quickly so you can peel off the shirt.

You take a deep breath and look in the mirror. It’s bloody. But not bad. You figure if you can clean it well and wrap it tightly it’ll be fine. You decide you’re done for today and it might be best if you just clean it in the shower. Perhaps not your best decision, but people make poor choices when they’re in shock.

Eventually you are clean, dry, dressed, and have the wound wrapped in a clean bandage. The shock has finally worn off, leaving you feeling exhausted and in quite a bit of pain. You know you’ve probably pushed yourself a bit too far today, and not just because you got hurt. You didn’t remember to take breaks, drink water, or eat meals at all today. A nasty habit you’re still trying to break.

Tomorrow will be better, you promise yourself. You do the responsible thing and lay down for the rest of the evening, falling asleep to an older episode of one of the shows Boba likes to watch.

In the morning, your whole body is sore and the wound hurts pretty badly. You risk taking a peek at it, the bandage is mostly soaked through but not enough to stain the bedding or your clothes… your clothes from yesterday.

You groan in frustration, blood stains are difficult to remove if you let them set. Sitting up you feel a little dizzy, chalk it up to lack of food and water plus everything that happened yesterday. Today is going to be better, you remind yourself. You start by getting out of bed and drinking a glass of water from the fresher. There you already feel a little better.

Next you search around for your dirty clothes from yesterday. Just as you thought, stained. You decide to run some water in the bathtub and let it soak with soap while you take care of the wound. It’s certainly not a pretty sight, but you muscle your way through it and get it clean once more and wrapped as best you can. It’s not perfect but it will have to do.

Just as you finish up you hear a knock at the bedroom door followed by the door opening on its own. You flinch at the sound. Usually if someone in the palace needs your help they will knock but wait for you to bid them entry or open the door yourself. This can only mean one thing.

“Cyare?” It’s Boba! You turn quickly and dash out of the fresher, leaving the medical supplies on the counter.

“Boba!” You exclaim running into his waiting arms. He snatches you up in a bracing hug and laughs at your enthusiasm.

“I tried to com you last night to tell you I would be home in the morning but you didn’t answer. I figured you were asleep” He explains releasing you from the hug and pressing a kiss to you cheek.

“Oh yeah, I was really tired yesterday. I fell asleep with the holo on” you tell him with a bit of an embarrassed heat creeping up into your cheeks.

“You needed rest, can’t be blamed for that my dear” he assures you, tilting your face up to him to give you a proper kiss on the lips. The kiss deepens, both of you finding that you can’t seem to pull away.

“Stars I missed you” you say quietly when you finally have to break for fresh air

“I missed you too cyare. Let me clean up a bit and we can have some breakfast together” he lets you go completely now. You smile and nod happily. He kisses you one more time, and moves past you to go into the fresher while you go find clothes to wear for the day.

Suddenly Boba is calling your name from the fresher. Your heart fills with dread at the thought of what he’s just seen in there.

“What the hell happened in here? Are you alright?” He begins scanning you up and down with his eyes, zeroing in on the bandage on your arm.

“It’s okay! I’m okay” you assure him, trying to push past and clear away the medical supplies from the counter

He places his hands on his shoulders and spins you around to face him, carefully saying your name again with a warning air about him. His hands stay on your shoulders and he looks you in the eye when he asks again. “What happened?”

“It’s nothing really, I cut myself opening a bag of soil yesterday” you explain

He sighs and shakes his head “And what did the healer say?”

“I… I didn’t see a healer” you admit sheepishly

“What? Why not?” He’s appalled and a little frustrated

“I didn’t think it was necessary, I’ve had worse before” you realize his shock and frustration is not unfounded, any rational person probably would have spoken to a healer about this.

“Had worse? And you handled it yourself? Cyare, that is a serious injury” He says, as if repeating it would get you to understand the severity of the situation.

“Boba… I wasn’t welcome to visit the healer on my homeworld. I’m sorry, I didn’t think to ask for help” Suddenly you feel guilty and a little defensive “I don’t… I don’t know how to do that when I’m in trouble. I didn’t even think about it”

Then he understands. Of course you wouldn’t think to ask for help when you hurt yourself. Because you’ve been conditioned to think you would not get it if you asked. He has to remind himself that he too used to struggle with asking for assistance, and it’s something that he needs to be understanding about in this relationship.

“Alright, alright. I’m sorry cyare, I didn’t mean to overwhelm you” he apologizes “I was just worried when I saw the bloody clothing and used medical supplies. I know you did your best with what you had at the moment. But now you’re not in danger, and we have the resources to have a healer that will actually help you. May I call someone to come look at it?”

You nod in acceptance and let him guide you back out into the main living space in your quarters. He sits you down in a chair, and asks that you just sit and relax for a couple minutes while he steps outside to give instructions to a guard or staff member.

He instructs a guard to go into Mos Eisley and bring back a healer, and a second guard to instruct the kitchen staff to bring a pitcher of hot water as well as breakfast. A few moments later there’s a gentle knock at the door. Boba calls for them to enter, and Mira comes forward bringing the pitcher of water and a tray laden with tea, toast, and eggs cooked the way you like them. She has a look of horror on her face as she sees Boba tending to your injured arm, and you cringe thinking back to your conversation with her the other day.

But Boba doesn’t seem to notice at all, “Thank you Mira, we might need more water if the healer asks for it later”

She gives a shaky curtsy and small voiced “Of course, my lord. My lady” before quickly leaving the room.

“So” Boba gives you a look “Cut yourself opening a bag of soil aye? Does that mean your fancy garden is finished?”

“Yes” you smile a little shyly, knowing that if he gets you talking about it you won’t shut up for the next half an hour at least

“Go on then, tell me everything” he encourages you, because more than anything, he missed hearing you gush about things you care about while he was traveling.

As you eat your breakfast you tell him about your new painting studio and the garden and all the plants you’ve ordered. Which things have arrived, which things you’re still waiting for. You tell him the truth about yesterday, that you had been at it for hours and your hand just slipped when you hurt yourself.

“Accidents happen cyare” he reminds you “I just want you to be more careful”

Just then there is another knock at the door, Boba calls for them to enter. The guard he sent into town has returned with the healer, and you’re surprised to see that you recognize him.

“It’s you, hello again” you greet him.

The man looks a little stunned. When you had asked him to make a remedy for chemical burn scars, you had said it was for your partner, not the kriffing king!

“Y-yes… nice to see you again… um… What seems to be the problem?” he asks, struggling to get his bearings.

Boba takes the liberty of explaining your injury to the healer, and invites him to come take his place so he can examine the wound and assess if it needs further treatment. While the healer works Boba excuses himself to remove his armor and get cleaned up in a different room of the palace. But he leaves two guards to watch over you. When Boba’s gone the healer looks up at you.

“You didn’t tell me your partner was the kriffing king” he hisses as he unwraps the bandage

“That was intentional” you explain “I can’t just go broadcasting to the entire city what my business is”

“Yeah but you might have mentioned it” he grumbles “would have charged you more”

He takes a look at your wound and takes on a look of concentration and disappointment

“What?” you ask with a touch of worry in your voice

“This needs stitches and bacta. You should have come to me or another healer immediately” he chastises you

“Hey, I did my best okay. And if you’re going to get mouthy can I at least know your name so I know who to curse in my mind when you stitch me up?” You bite back

“Darius” he replies “And you can curse me all you like, but you’ll thank me later when this heals without an ugly scar”

“Fine” you relent and let him get to work recleaning and stitching up the wound.

By the time Boba returns Darius has the wound rewrapped and is writing out instructions to keep it clean on a spare bit of flimsi. Darius gets markedly more tense when Boba is in the room, clearly he’s more intimidated by Boba than he is by you. He hands you the piece of flimsi and reminds you to be more careful next time before hastily departing the room with guards escorting him. Boba sends the breakfast tray out as well, finally giving you both some privacy.

“Now then, I believe I promised you a reward last we spoke” he leans forward to kiss the sensitive spot just behind your ear.

You hum in contentment as he continues kissing down your neck.

“Have you been a good girl while I’ve been gone?” he purrs

“Yes” you say with a little gasp and he sucks a particularly pleasant spot

“Go lay down for me” he pulls away from your neck and nods his head towards the bed. You get up quickly and toss the pillows up to the head of the bed and lay back.

He crawls up the bed slowly, pushing your legs apart at the knees dipping down to start a trail of kisses leading up and over your thigh. He breezes right past your needy pussy and instead continues kissing over your hips, and across to your tummy.

“You were so good for me on the com” he murmurs, dragging his nose across your skin, down from your belly button to top of your mound. He’s looking up at your pretty face, wanting to see every expression cross it.

Without blinking an eye, pushes his tongue between your lips and licks a broad stripe up, already tasting your arousal. He continues, slowly stroking you with his tongue up and down, up and down, up and down.

You can’t help it, you start squirming. It feels amazing, but his slow pace is driving you wild. Normally Boba might be a little mean and make you stay still, but it’s been too long and he’s loving watching you writhe in pleasure.

He maintains his long strokes but begins increasing his speed. Finally working an audible moan out of your chest. He switches tactic and pauses mid stroke, and begins fluttering his tongue just barely inside your dripping hole.

“Fuck!” You whimper trying to force yourself not to buck your hips into his mouth.

He knows you’re getting close and he knows just what to get you to the finish line, he makes one more broad stroke with his tongue and stops at the top of his path and latches onto your clit. Suckling and circling the swollen bud with his talented tongue.

Your whole body tensed with such force that you’re sure you might have pulled a muscle and moan in ecstasy as you cum on his face. Boba doesn’t stop, he continues to lap up your release all the way through your orgasm. When you’re finally laying back boneless with your eyes closed, breathing heavily he pulls away kissing back up your belly with feather light pressure until he’s hovering over you, kissing your neck and waiting for you to feel ready to open your eyes again.

Eventually you do open your eyes again, and place your hand on the back of his head to guide him away from your neck. He follows your direction and comes back down to kiss your lips.

“That was one hell of a reward” you say with a breathy laugh

“What can I say? I’m a man of my word” he shrugs laying down beside you

“You certainly are” you smile “I’m really glad you’re back”

“You really did miss me” he chuckles

“Of course I did! I love getting to talk to you about the garden and my painting and my projects. And I really missed getting to relax with you at night. And I love watching your weird holo dramas and hearing about your clients and having dinner with you. I just love… you” you find yourself admitting

He reached out, cradling your face in his hand, stroking your cheek with his thumb “I love you too cyare. I missed you dearly while I was gone. Thought about you every morning when I woke up and every night before I went to sleep”

Your heart soars hearing him say that. It’s easy to fall in love. Day in and day out, it just happens. It’s hard to admit you’re in love. You have to find the words to explain to someone why they are the most important person in your life and they give you unending joy even when you’re not right next to them. But with Boba it’s easy. It’s easy to be in love and it’s easy to say it.

“I love you”

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