#if anyone needs some ghosts to snap some sense into them. it's mark)

[grimmeghoulz]

Can i request male reader x Rain or Phantom (or both) where the reader is a very old ghoul, worked for the ministry since the beginning but always stayed in the shadows. Now that the ministry has a greater following the reader has to show themselves because they have to work more. The ghouls obviously would like to make the reader a part of their group, but since the reader is an older ghoul he hates being in groups, or with anyone in general (like a grumpy old cat).

But a few ghouls stay persistent and kinda adopt stay with the reader and worm their way to his heart.and soon enough the reader can be seen around this ghoul all the time, eating, sleeping and just spending time with him (again like a cat)

Angst to fluff where the ghoul(s) adopt this grumpy old cat (reader) and manage to melt his cold heart

I hope this makes sense and you can work with it! :D

Please don't stress yourself out

Thank you, dear anon! I absolutely adore this concept and I honestly think you should pursue writing if you don't already! I make sure to take the time I need to deliver quality fics for you guys <33 Absolutely loved writing this!!

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DISCLAIMER: While drafting this I changed the POV from reader to third person as it was more effective for narrative purposes. I hope it's not too much of a problem.

TW: Mentions of violence & disturbing imagery, vomit and cursing. Nothing NSFW.

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Dear Reader, I assume you know about Ghost, the metal band that skyrocketed in popularity these past few years. I'm guessing you've seen or even attended some of their Rituals, but I have one question to ask you; Do you know who really plans them behind the scenes?

The Ministry is home to a particular ghoul, one you've never seen before and one who'd rather kill you than let you lay your eyes upon him. A ghoul as old as the foundations of the Ministry itself, who has seen it built and rebuilt through hundreds of centuries, the forefather of the ghouls you know today. A ghoul whose mere presence causes priests to question their faith as he was the ghoul who drove the church to murder and traffic millions of innocents after it tortured and enslaved him, after it killed his Papa in cold blood. If you're ever wandering around the Ministry, you may hear the metallic sounds of chains swinging and a thurible hitting the ground in the distance, the smell of a strange incense filling your body. And if you're not a human from the ministry...run if you value your life. Even recent Papas are careful to stay on his good side.

The younger ghouls are but tiny kits beside him, yet they flocked around him curiously. Even Mountain looks like a scrawny teen near him. While he did growl and occasionally snap at them for coming too close, cursing at them in an ancient form of the Hellish language, they still tried to include him in their lives the best they could, even calling him "Grandpa Rose". Despite all this, they were, admittedly, still terrified of him. The Ministry sometimes broadcasted the band's performances, resulting in televisions destroyed on the floor with large gash marks on the screens. The ghouls, with their eyes all around the ministry, noticed that this hulking hellbeast didn't wreck the screens because of them, he actually seemed to have a fear of humans.

Rain and Phantom, the youngest amongst the ghouls took it upon themselves to search the Ministry's library and database to find out more about him. Why was his body covered in large gashes and scars, where's his left arm? Why was the right side of his face torn and scarred and was he missing that eye too? But most importantly, the question aching at their minds, if he's apparently a ghoul from the middle ages why hasn't he returned to Hell yet? Where's his Papa? The duo sneaked around the Ministry trying to find their hidden vault of knowledge without getting caught, eventually finding a large safe behind a hidden door in the wall. After failing repeatedly to open the lock, they reluctantly turned to mist and snuck inside the door, regaining their forms inside the huge vault.

"Satan's asshole", panted Rain. "I'm not doing that again."

Phantom almost vomited next to him. "I second that."

The two began quietly rummaging through stacks upon stacks of scrolls, books, notes and diaries in the hopes of finding more about Rose. After seemingly hours upon endless hours of reading and rummaging, Phantom in a drowsy state accidentally knocks one of the glass shelves over. Rain caught it before it could shatter and awaken everyone in the Ministry, especially Imperator. She was scary as hell. He was about to scold Phantom until they noticed a hidden, moldy chest was behind this shelf. Gently lowering the shelf so as not to absolutely obliterate it, they hoisted the chest (with a whole lot of strain, that shit was heavy) and as quietly as possible lowered it on the ground. Rain easily slashed the chain of the lock and opened the box, revealing a plethora of never before seen notes and even a painting of Rose done in someone's blood, how fancy. As they were taking piles of stinking brown notes and books, Phantom pulled out an old illustrated poster done in the middle ages. Rain turned around to look at his partner, seeing an absolutely horrified face that, with hands shaking madly, gave him the poster.

A portrait of a man's severed bleeding head, crying dark tears, silently screaming in agony was drawn in grand detail with unintelligible wording and a vague date written underneath. The man had markings similar to Terzo...

"That was the day they murdered my Papa."

The two nearly shat themselves and squeaked in fear.

Rose was towering behind them, most of his face shadowed due to the yellowed light directly above them. The duo scrambled away, Rain protecting his partner.

Rain's voice was tough, merely a facade to hide his terror. "I'm sorry Rose, we just wanted-"

Rose waved a scarred hand at them. He wasn't mad at all, rather he had a melancholic expression on his face. "Do not worry. I understand. Young ghouls are naturally curious, I was too." He sat down cross-legged in front of them.

Phantom popped out from behind Rain, indirectly reassuring him that Rose means no harm despite his tail clearly being between his legs. "What do you mean?"

Rose began fidgeting with his goat-like ear. "I had snuck into a human church as a kit. I was curious, wanted to know about them. I was discovered, and they splashed holy water at my face. I ran away before they melted me alive."

Rain flinched, holy water was to ghouls like acid is to humans. Phantom hugged his partner. Rose reached a hand out but the duo hesitated, so he continued.

"As I was Papa's Quintessence Ghoul, they could easily trace him." The corners of his mouth sunk. "They captured both of us and beheaded him in a huge ceremony, throwing a feast at his decapitated head."

The ghoul solemnly stared at Rain and Phantom. "I'm sorry for being so harsh on all of you, like that'll fix anything" His gaze sharpened. "But you cannot trust humans. I cannot lose you too."

"Humans have changed since then, Rose.", Rain's voice was solid. "They won't burn us or kill our Papa."

Rose stood up. "How can you be so sure-"

Phantom, a great deal shorter, stood up to him. "People love us, man! They love our Papa, they actually made him a flower crown!"

Rose's gaze softened...he couldn't believe it.

Rain stood up as well. "They love our music, Rose. People travel from around the world to hear us. They're happy when we come, saddened when we leave."

Rose's shoulders slumped over. "Music, hm." He turned his face away with shame. "I destroyed my lute...vowed to never play again."

'Bullshit, let's make you one!" Phantom's voice was extremely determined, surprising Rose. "In fact, Aether's old guitar is perfect for you!" He hesitated a bit yelling at the old man. "Maybe we could fix his humbuckers-OOF"

Rose hugged the two, tears running down his face like rivers as he squished them. His one arm was enough to surround them. "I'm sorry, so very sorry, please forgive me."

Rain sighed and smirked. "It's alright, Grandpa."

Rose looked at them. "Grandpa?"

"Wait, do you not-"

The old ghoul broke down in a shower of tears, crying 'I'm a grandpa!' as he squeezed the ghouls in the tightest bear hug in history, lifting them off the ground.

Phantom patted his back. "Hey, big guy? I know that it's a bad time but, can we get out of here before Imperator finds us?"

Rose sniffled as he growled, his tail waving like a mas cat's. "What would she do?",

Rain waved his hands to calm him down. "She'll just take away our guitars for the day, it's alright."

Rose huffed, steam puffing out his nose. "We can't have that, now can we?"

With his one arm he gently hoisted the shelf and with one snap of his finger placed all the notes back in their place as if they've never been touched. He lifted the chest with a bounce and carried it under his arm, turning to look at the ghouls. "Ready for mist time, boys?"

The two groaned but there wasn't much else they could do. Disintegrating again, the trio floated back up to the Ministry, just in time to see the waking ghouls. Rose used his calming energy to soothe the lethargic ghouls as the others emerged from their rooms half asleep. The group jumped, seeing the giant no longer skulking but now fully upright, smiling at them with tears in his eyes. He lightly lowered his chest as to not startle them. "I know this is all very sudden to you, but I'm so-"

The entire group launched themselves at him, yelling "GRANDPA!" as they covered the big guy with hugs, his eyes welling up with tears. He was speechless with joy hugging his little ghouls as if they were his own grandkits.

Sister Imperator shouted from the other side of the Ministry. "GET READY, EVERYONE. WE'RE MOVING TO SPAIN IN SIX HOURS!"

Rain smiled. "You ready, big guy?"

Rose wiped a tear from his eye. "Ready as I'll ever be."

"How're you gonna play with one arm?" asked Cirrus, curiosity spewing from her words.

The big guy smiled as he closed is eyes. Mist began forming around his shoulder blade, forming into his missing arm as the ghouls stared in awe.

"How in Satan's name did ya even lose it anyway?" jumped Ifrit, always so sentimental.

Rose beamed brightly at his honesty. "I was born without it, little Ifrit!" He flexed his mist arm. "I'll teach you these tricks someday, don't worry."

"BUS ARRIVES IN 15 MINUTES!" yelled Sister, still on the other side.

Rose turned to Rain and Phantom. "You ready, boys?"

The duo fist bumped. "Let's get rocking."

[cod-dump]

I’m Not Simon Riley I’m Ghost - Chapter 15

SoapGhost

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Soap POV

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The first thing he noticed was how heavy his limbs felt. It was like a weighted blanket was on him, pinning him where he laid. Next, the dim light overhead. It was dim but it still felt so bright as he cracked his eyes open. The quiet in air was loud, too, suffocating him as his eyes adjusted to the light. He was in medical, in a bed with crisp sheets and crisp, clean smelling air.

Then he noticed someone sitting in the corner of the room.

Even if Soap wanted to flinch, jerk his body in surprise, he couldn’t. But the person still noticed his surprise, which should’ve been shocking, unnerving. But it was Ghost, so it made sense that he noticed. Of course he did. He was originally leaned back in the chair, eyes closed. He looked like he was asleep but his eyes opened quickly as Soap stirred and he was sitting up straight. Soap felt his breath hitched. Ghost wasn’t wearing his mask… he always wears his mask, where was his mask?

Soap found it almost as soon as the thought crossed his mind. It was resting on the arm of the chair Ghost sat in with Ghost’s hand on top of it. Within reach, if he felt the need to wear it at any point.

Seeing his face again was a shock. The ‘scars’ on his face which Soap knew were much more, the paleness to his flesh, the very faint marks that he knew were actual scars… his eyes, black like oil but Soap wasn’t afraid of them this time. The veins surrounding his eyes were black, too, leading throughout his body. A glimpse of what Ghost was, that he was just a beast wearing a man’s skin as a costume.

”Was starting to think you never would wake, that Nikolai and Commander Karim lied that you would.”

Soap huffs, not having the strength to say anything. Ghost noticed and left his chair to go to Soap’s side. He kneeled on the floor, more near Soap’s midriff rather than near his head. It was strange seeing his face, seeing him emote with something more than his eyes and voice. He looked… relieved.

”You’re a fucking idiot, you know that?”

Soap huffs again, this time trying to laugh but he didn’t get one out. God, he felt drained. Ghost slumped onto the floor and leaned his back against the bed. It looked like he was also drained, Soap was expecting a lecture, some yelling. It almost looked like Ghost didn’t have it in him to do that even though Soap deserved it and a whole lot more.

”Price is pissed… kind of. He’s glad you’re alive,” Ghost spoke, leaning his head onto the mattress as he does.

Soap focused on Ghost’s hair. It looked longer than what he remembered it to be… and soft.

”Farah said the rest of the spell would wear off by dinner time. Until then you’ll feel pretty worn out.”

The last word left Ghost’s lips and Soap couldn’t help it. Maybe if he was someone else he would’ve reacted differently. Actually, no ‘maybe’ to it, he definitely would’ve snapped if anyone else dared to touch him.

Ghost had tensed when Soap’s hand rested on his head, fingers lightly tugging at his hair. In Soap’s defense, he wasn’t himself at the moment. Though that wasn’t much of a excuse considering he probably would’ve done this without the after affects of a spell. Ghost didn’t pull away, just sat there like he was frozen. His hair was as soft as it looked.

”Soft,” was the only word that managed to leave Soap’s lips. It was heavily slurred without the hard sound if the ‘T’ at the end.

Ghost pulled away only after Soap’s hand slipped away from his head and back onto the bed. He stood rather quickly and cleared his throat, refusing to face Soap as he stepped back to the chair he was originally sitting in to retrieve his mask. Soap felt disappointed when he slid it back onto his head.

”I’ll go get Price,” he was then out the door, almost like he was retreating.

Ghost doesn’t retreat, Soap mused to himself, closing his eyes as he let himself drift off.

The door would open but Soap wouldn’t hear anyone enter, so he opened his eyes to investigate. His heart almost bursted out of his chest when he was face to face with Runt leaning over him. Black eyes staring, Graves’ face much more healed from the burns than they were the last time Soap saw him. Soap thought his heart would explode with how fast it was beating. Runt was something he had to get used to still. Especially since he has the face of someone Soap killed, now twisted in a practical demonic manner.

“You’re human… supposed to be, anyways,” Runt muttered, mostly to himself. He looked over Soap with those cold eyes, fear spiking when they locked with his once more, “I gotta know. What did you do to him?”

The door opened and Runt pulled away from leaning over Soap.

”Fuck- Don’t run off like that!”

Gaz?

Runt stepped aside as Soap saw Gaz walking in. Relief flooded Soap. He wanted to sit up, but he wasn’t able to do anything other than lay there. His hands gripped the sheets of the bed as tight as he could manage, and he had a feeling that it wasn’t much. Gaz quickly walked over and made a shooing motion at Runt.

”Go wait in the hall!”

Runt tilts his head, “Am I not allowed to say ‘hello’?”

”No! Go wait for Ghost to come back!”

Runt grins a bit too widely, Soap being able to see sharp teeth further back in his throat. He had gotten a good look from Ghost at what the inside of their mouths looked like. It wasn’t a pretty sight.

Runt left the room, humming as he did. The moment the door closed Gaz sighed out, “Creepy fucker…”

”I heard that~,” Runt called from the other side of the door in a sing-song voice, Gaz’s eyes widening in response.

”Fuck off!”

Runt laughs before becoming quiet, Gaz shuddering before he sits on the edge of the bed, groaning, “Price is having me watch him… fucking been stuck with him since you three came back from France.”

Soap wanted to respond but he couldn’t get past making a dumb sounding noise. Gaz heard it and patted his leg, Soap disturbed by how he could barely feel his touch. Was he going to be fucked up? Was that spell going to have lasting affects on him?

”Hey, easy. Look, I’ll talk to you later, alright? I know your head feels weird as shit right now… that’s what Farah told me, at least. Just get some rest and I’ll tell you how much of a dumbass you are later… Okay, maybe I won’t. Price might rip you apart enough for all of us.”

Soap wanted Gaz to stay, didn’t want him to leave. He wanted him to tell him everything that’s been going on, how long he’s been out, why he’s stuck with watching Runt and how that’s been going on. He wanted to hear so much from him, but he couldn’t say a word. The closest thing to English had been with Ghost, and even that probably was barely coherent. Soap makes a sound, something akin to a whine, and Gaz looks at him with concern.

”Fuck, you okay, Suds?”

No, please stay.

Something about being alone seemed too much. Everything was setting in, Runt’s frightful appearance seemingly waking him up enough for him to realize what was happening. He was fucking scared and he didn’t want to be alone.

”I’ll stay here until Price gets here.”

Soap tried nodding but was unsure if it was successful. Gaz lookd like he squeezed his leg, but Soap still couldn’t feel it. This all felt too much, he regretted running off the way he did. Soap closes his eyes, hoping that when he wakes up next everything will be back to normal… whatever that was.

[asrielbelacquaaaa]

marisa’s sharp words pierced through the haze of drunkenness, her tone cutting like a blade. she was cold, dismissive, in control—just like she always had been. but he could sense something deeper underneath the mask she wore tonight. he’d always believed he knew her better than anyone, that he could see past her defenses. but as the years had passed, and the bitterness between them had grown, he wasn’t so sure anymore.

her eyes flicked to him, and for a moment, he saw it—just the faintest crack in her facade. he’d seen it before, but it always closed too quickly. maybe it was his own fault. after all, what had he done but push her further away? first with his obsession, his ruthless drive that had led to their fallouts, and now here they were, locked in another round of their familiar, destructive dance. guilt twisted in his chest, but he shoved it down, refusing to let it surface.

her voice dripped with disdain. she called him drunk, deluded. maybe i am, he thought bitterly. maybe this was all an illusion—a sick, twisted game he played with himself. he knew he was ruining everything, but he couldn’t seem to stop. the pull toward marisa, the need to tear down the walls between them, was stronger than any rational thought. even when they stood on opposite sides, glaring at one another, he felt it.

as she turned away from him, her last words a non-negotiable threat, he let out a harsh, bitter laugh. “patronizing you? maybe it’s because you make it so damn easy, marisa." he muttered under his breath, though it lacked its usual bite. it was empty, like him.

he knew he was losing this battle. he always did when it came to her. there was no winning with marisa—she was always ten steps ahead. but tonight, it was different. he could feel her frustration, her anger, but there was something else buried beneath it. something that mirrored the desperation clawing at his insides.

he wanted to push her, to make her react, to tear down those walls once and for all. but then again, what would he find behind them? did he really want to know? the thought of vulnerability both excited and terrified him. he was all too familiar with the dark corners of their relationship, each one fraught with unspoken words and unhealed wounds.

when she told him to leave—her tone hard, unyielding—something inside him snapped. not with rage, but with something more dangerous: surrender. not the kind of surrender where he yielded to her will, but the kind that made him reckless, made him want to leave one last mark before he stepped back.

“fine.” he rasped, the word catching in his throat, barely above a whisper. he couldn’t fight her anymore tonight, not in front of her guests. but he couldn’t walk away clean either. not like this.

he closed the distance between them in a few unsteady steps, his breath hot and ragged. his hand shot out, grasping her wrist, pulling her close in one swift motion. before she could react, his lips crashed against hers with a force that was more about control than affection. it was rough, demanding—an act of defiance, a reminder that despite everything, there was still something between them, even if it was twisted beyond recognition.

when he pulled back, his breath was shaky, his heart pounding in his chest. her taste lingered on his lips, bitter and intoxicating all at once. his gaze flickered to hers, searching for any hint of the emotions that simmered just beneath the surface. but he saw nothing but the mask she wore so well.

“don’t make me wait too long, marisa." he muttered, his voice low, almost a growl, as if he was trying to regain some sense of control. he wiped his mouth with the back of his hand, as if the kiss had left something foul behind. but it wasn’t the kiss. it was everything—the weight of their history, the ghosts that haunted them, the aftermath of their choices that still loomed large between them.

asriel stumbled out of the kitchen, the warmth of the alcohol replaced by a cold, gnawing regret. he felt the weight of marisa’s gaze on his back, knowing that no matter what he did, no matter how far they pushed each other, they were bound together by something far darker than love.

as he made his way to the office, the echoes of their confrontation rang in his ears. was he merely a fool, a tragic figure trapped in his own making? or was there still a chance for redemption, a flicker of hope beneath the rubble they had created together? he couldn't decide, and that uncertainty twisted like a knife in his gut.

the memory of her voice lingered, a bitter reminder of the tension that always existed between them. as he stood there, staring at the door, he felt the weight of all his decisions crash down around him. each step toward the office felt heavy, laden with unspoken words, unresolved emotions, and the ever-present threat of their past resurfacing.

could he find a way to bridge the chasm they had created? or would he forever be locked in this endless cycle of desire and despair? the answers eluded him, just as they always had, and he couldn’t shake the feeling that this might be their last chance—his last chance to understand what truly lay beneath the surface of their tumultuous relationship.

❝   oh,   am   i   not?    ❞   just   many   times   had   he   accused   her   of   precisely   that?   how   many   times   had   he   watched   her   set   the   stage,   raise   the   prompts   &   perform   with   unparalleled   grace?   the   only   difference   was   that   he   had   the   ability   to   see   behind   the   scenes   of   her   schemes   &   actions.   not   immediately...   not   always,   at   least.   still,   it   had   always   been   a   source   of   both   her   frustration   &,   oddly,   her   solace.   a   blend   of   deeply   buried   desire   to   tear   down   those   walls   &   allow   vulnerability,   &   an   unyielding   compulsion   to   fortify   them   further.   it   was   long   ago.   now,   she   loathed   watching   him   attempt   to   peer   beyond.   would   he   relish   uncovering   what   lay   beneath?   it   was   a   well   marisa   herself   had   long   refused   to   peer   into...   into   that   mire   of   humiliation   &   self-loathing   festering   within.   ❝   but   i   am   not   pretending   now,   ❞   she   asserted.

her   gaze   averted,   refusing   to   look   into   his.a   scoff   formed   in   her   throat,   soft   &   somewhat   fractured.   to   turn   a   deaf   ear   to   his   words   was   what   she   currently   desired.   those   simple   words   drilled   into   her   with   force...   she   refused   to   believe   them,   or   the   sudden   tenderness   in   his   voice.   little   white   lies,   for   he   couldn’t   possibly   have   missed   her.   she   had   wounded   him   too   deeply   to   remain   someone   anyone   could   long   for.   the   source   of   their   pain   may   have   differed,   but   being   in   each   other's   company   was   pure   torture.   surely,   it   must   have   been   the   same   for   him.   ❝   you   see,   that’s   simply   proof   of   how   much   you've   had   to   drink   tonight.   &   I’m   not   about   to   indulge   the   illusions   of   your   drunken   mind.   mind   you,   if   any   of   that   is   true,   you   might   want   to   stop   patronising   me.   ❞   she   was   finished   with   him   pretending   to   know   her   better   than   she   knew   herself.perhaps   once,   he   did.   but   now?   did   he   really?   it   was   difficult   to   see   past   the   seething   rage   that   consumed   her...

to   yield...   oh,   was   it   foolish   to   hope   he   would   actually   do   that?   to   willingly   let   her   lead   him   by   the   nose.   to   make   him   do   things   her   way?   yet,   she   hadn’t   expected   him   to   become   even   more   agitated   by   the   suggestion.   it   wasn't   long   before   heat   crept   to   her   cheeks,   simmering   in   fresh   frustration.   could   he   not   see   she   was   pushing   through   her   own   discomfort   just   to   actually   ensure   he   wouldn’t   get   himself   killed   tonight?   by   anyone   that   wasn't   her,   that   is...   bending   to   whatever   care   still   flickered   within   her   soul.   ❝    i   mean   it,   asriel.    ❞   she   turned   back   to   face   him,   her   face   hard   —   though   her   eyes?   they   betrayed   that   mask   of   stone.   ❝   please.   ❞   the   word   squeezed   through   her   gritted   teeth.   saying   it   felt   as   humiliating   as   dropping   to   one's   knees   &   begging   for   forgiveness.   ❝   if   you   wish   to   talk   to   me,   we   will   do   so   after   everyone   leaves   but   until   then   i   am   not   going   to   allow   you   to   make   us   the   subject   of   heinous   gossips.   so   you're   going   to   leave   my   guests   alone   &   wait   for   me   or   i'll   have   you   thrown   out   of   my   flat   in   a   way   that   will   have   everyone   in   london   talking   about   you   for   days.   ❞   her   tone   was   hard,   non   negotiable.   she   tossed   the   knife   onto   the   counter   &   make   a   few   steps   his   way.   ❝   this   is   your   final   chance,   asriel.   because   i   swear,   i   won’t   hesitate,   &   that   will   be   your   last   chance   to   ever   step   foot   in   this   flat   again.   ❞

[sapphossapphicsimp]

I'VE DONE IT:

I've progressed in my writing.

I want yall's honest opinion,enjoy this 3-am writing session

There was a loud creaking sound, as my door opened. "Honey you have been in your room for over a week now, don't you think you could just go outside for a little bit?" Aunty Mei asked with concern laced in her voice. She had been leaving me alone ever since the incident. I ignored her and pulled the blanket even further over my head. She sighed and left closing the door behind her. I know I shouldn't be like this with her, she did after all volunteer to take me in when nobody else wanted to. I got out of my bed throwing the blankets to the ground and walked towards my bathroom and squinted as I turned the lights on.

I turned to the mirror and I saw my long brown hair was a mess, dirty as well. My eyes were puffy from crying. My eyes that once held a sparkle in them were now a void of that, I walked to my shower and opened the faucet and got undressed as I waited for the water to be the perfect temperature. My body still had some marks and bruises on them,the one sticking out amongst them all was the scar that on the right side of my abdomen, I traced a finger along the mark,it went from just below my chest to my navel. As I traced it the memories began to go through my mind again.

"NYRA RUN, GET AWAY, DON'T WORRY ABOUT ME! JUST GO! GET HELP!" I could hear my mother's voice screaming at me. Suddenly the bathroom changed back into our old house. Everything was blurry for me, it was hard to concentrate. I felt the adrenaline pumping through my body again. She was trying to stop my father, she had sacrificed herself for me. It was almost as if I could hear the sirens again. The smell of disinfectant as I was rushed to the hospital...When I snapped back to reality I turned to look at the mirror. I was as pale as a ghost. I pulled away with a sigh and went into the shower letting the warm water wash away my memories. The rest of it is still a foggy memory which I want to remember but at the same time I'm too scared.

I left my room in an oversized black T-shirt that and a pair of grey sweatpants, my hair tied into a ponytail. My hand slid down the railing as I kept walking downstairs for the first time in weeks. I looked at the clock on the wall it was 10 in the morning. "I know I know. I'm trying but she has been through something no one her age should. I'll try again later-" Aunty Mei was pacing the living room back and forth but once our eyes met she dropped her phone on the ground and pulled me into a tight hug

"Nyra sweetheart! How are you feeling? I'm sorry if I pressured you to come down I didn't mean to-" You could hear the joy in her voice as she kept on talking.

"Aunty Mei it's okay you didn't pressure me so calm down. I'm feeling fine so don't worry okay?" I said with a forced chuckle. It had been so long since I had physical contact with anyone so it felt quite strange to be hugged again. She immediately let go of me as if sensing I was uncomfortable. "Right! Now Are you craving anything? I can make your favourite for lunch." I could tell she tried to cheer me up. "It's alright it's only twelve in the afternoon and I'm not really hungry.". "Are you sure? I mean I haven't made something for you in a while...but if you say you're fine then I'll believe you." She patted my head. If there was one human interaction I missed it would be that. It felt like my heart was being crushed. My mum used to pat my head. I pushed her hand away.

"Please Don't touch me" My voice sounded colder than I had expected. I could see the pain in her eyes as I took her hand off me. I couldn't stand seeing that look in anyone. I walked past her heading towards the front door. I needed to get away from here, I couldn't bear the feeling, I just wanted to escape from everything and everyone. "I'll be back later..." I mumbled while closing the door behind me.

I roamed the streets for a while. My hands were in my pockets and I kept my head down. I tried keeping the tears inside and just kept looking at the ground as I walked. The neighborhood wasn't busy during the afternoon,, well maybe not this neighborhood. Sure some cars went by and some people would walk past me,not having a care what's wrong with me, but whenever someone finds out what I have been through, they immediately begin to pity me and I hated that. As I walked past a liquor shop I could see a homeless woman sitting in front of it. She had a bottle in her hand and as I walked past she had a stench to her that made me nauseous. It smelled as if a cat had died and had been rotting in her for weeks.

"Hey lady got any change?"She asked in slowed slurred speech. She was drunk. I ignored her and just kept walking past her, when I suddenly felt something grab my wrist; I turned around and saw that it was the woman, she had anger in her eyes and her face slightly flushed, the way she glared at me had made the memories pop up again. I was back inside our house...I remembered how mum yelled at my father to think this through and not be impulsive. I remember the shock in her eyes when the knife had entered her abdomen.I could remember the fear I had, the pain which I had experienced. The rest is still blurry. If I could describe it, it was like TV static, unclear and fuzzy feeling. "LET GO OF ME! DON'T TOUCH ME!" I yelled as I got my wrist free and pushed the woman away. I was scared and I hated the fact I felt like that again. The woman was now even angrier. She came closer and faster. I was frozen in place, my body was too scared to do anything or that was what I thought, until she came close enough for me to hit her in the face...there was a bone crunching sound when my fist connected to her face and that's when the blood began flowing from her nose. She was pissed, I could tell even more than before,that's when everything became blank and the next thing I knew I was on top of her ruthlessly hitting her. I could feel all the emotions I had bottled up come out. My anger, heartache, guilt and lastly disgust for myself. I poured them out as I kept beating her. My fists kept going down on her even when she was unconscious, I kept going it was as if my body was on autopilot and that's all it could do.

The next few things happened without me realising. For one when I came back to my senses I was being held back by someone taller than me telling me to calm down. My fists were bloodied and swollen. The person holding me turned me around and held me by my shoulders.Their grip was strong and held tightly onto me.There was worry in their turquoise blue eyes. It was a male, a handsome one at that. "KID ARE YOU ALRIGHT?!" His grip was tight and I could see something I hadn't seen in anyone's eyes for a long time. He sighed "What happened for you to lash out like that?" He mumbled softly. He was so calm that it had caught me off guard,leaving me just staring at him. I felt my hand twitch which caused me to look at it. It was swollen and bloodied but numb. The man looked down at my hands and I could see a quick change of emotions in his eyes. He let go of my one shoulder and pulled out his phone and typed something before holding it to his ear. "Hey yeah I need a ambulance at 27 Wilton street. Here's a woman on the ground unconscious and bleeding. Alright. Thank you." He hung up and looked at me. "So you got two choices here. One you wait here for the ambulance and explain why you almost killed the woman or come with me to my Cafe and let me treat your hands and let people just think it was another fight between two homeless people"

I having developed trust issues, had decided to go with a third option. That option was to run away which I did, but in this sequence. I took his hand off me. Bowed as my way of saying thanks then I ran away with everything I had. Thanks to me hiding in my room for over a week without doing anything active. Running became more exhausting than I could remember.Once felt I was far away I stopped and put my hands on my knees, my breathing was heavy and I had a few sweat droplets on my forehead, the sun was still high up making me heat up even more as the sun rays hit my skin. I stayed like that for a while until I had regained my breath,I slowly got up taking in a deep breath and letting it out. I calmed down quickly, looking at the area I was I could see people eyeing me as if I was insane. I shook my head and continued walking, the problem was that I was lost. I never explored every place in the city and this had to be one of them. I slid my hand into my pocket to get my phone but the pocket was empty. That made me slightly nervous, I just told myself it was in the other pocket, it was empty as well, I mentally cursed myself for being so stupid. I had one choice and that was to ask a stranger for help. I gulped at the idea, it had been so long since I had spoken to someone out of my own will, I had been hiding in my room for almost two months, I'm surprised I still know how to talk to people well by people I mean Auntie Mei.

I saw a couple walking by they looked happy not afraid of the world or anything just in their own little world...I Slowly walked up behind them building up the courage to ask them for help but it seems they noticed me because the man turned around. He had short chocolate brown hair with just a few strands longer than the others "Hey would you stop following us? It's annoying and your acting like a serial killer or shit." His hazelnut eyes gave me a look that could kill, his voice was harsh but it seems his girlfriend made him still. She whispered into his ear unknowing that I could hear her. "She's the kid whose father went nuts!" Now that, that right there had me. His whole demeanor changed from hostile to friendly and that pissed me off. I had thought after moving to different city everything would be different but who was I kidding? It was on the News almost everywhere. He spoke again but softly with a smile just screaming pity. ",Hey kiddo sorry about that outburst over there! Now is there anything you need?" He tilted his head a little as if to search for something. That made me self-conscious, his gaze felt like it was taunting me, begging me to show how weak I had been, how I couldn't do anything but stand by and watch as my own mother died right infront of me. I looked at the ground, finding some random crack to keep me from doing something I'd regret, the sun felt even hotter than it did before. "Kid?" He asked in a soft voice, I could see him bend down a little as if he was talking to a little kid, my hands began to feel clamy and wet. It felt as if I was put into a oven, my eyes darted from his eyes to the crack frequently . I didn't know if I was having a panic attack or not but I hated it,this feeling. It felt as if everyone was out to hate me and make me remember my failure.

The crack in the sidewalk started to become a blurry sight and I had to blink a few times to try and see it clearly again, I gulped trying to get rid of this throbbing feeling in my throat that had begun to form. I kept staring at the crack in the sidewalk and answered him aggressively. "I'm not a kid anymore, I'm nearly 18.." He seemed offended with my tone of voice and started to turn his back on me. I quickly grabbed his arm, my grip was so tight. He whiped his head back into my direction and glared at me.I immediately let go of his arm and bowed my head in shame. "I- Im sorry I-Im lost and need some directions" I could hear him let out a breath of relief, he nodded slowly and answered, his voice was reserved. He gave me the directions though he was a flat out asshole. I partially listened to the directions before walking off. The walk home wasn't anything special but the previous events that had occurred had started to reappear. I had snapped out of my thoughts as I felt something rub against my leg. I looked down and saw it was a grey tabby cat. It was rubbing against my leg and purring, begging for me to pet it. I couldn't help but give in and bent down to pet it, a small smile forming on my lips. "Oh no collar? Maybe I could take you in hmm? Auntie Mei would love you." My voice was soft and I couldn't help but giggle at how the cat turned it's head to the side. I was snapped out of my state of joy when I heard footsteps coming from behind me. I turned my head to see who it could be, it was a girl probably around my age or older by a year or two. She looked almost out of breath, her face was stressed but relaxed once she saw the cat. "I finally found you buddy. You scared the living shit out of me."

[stageplayhero]

...Mark in a Christmas C.arol au /j

[gladerscake]

Hungry Eyes -Part 2-

(Gally x Reader)

Pt.1

Some of y’all have been waiting for this one, so here it is! Have at it 😉

Warnings: Smut. This is smut. NSFW. 18+ content. If anyone on the tag list is underage or uncomfortable with that, please skip this one. Thank you.

A short squeak escaped your lips as your back was deliberately and firmly pressed up against a tree, the little sound being promptly silenced by Gally’s eager mouth, his large hands latching onto your waist. He had carried you in his arms well into the Deadheads, where you were sure to be undiscovered, and clearly he hadn’t been joking when he hinted at the ‘trouble’ that awaited you after so shamelessly checking him out earlier.

Truth be told, you didn’t mind at all. This was the only kind of trouble you could get into, happily, over and over again.

Gally swallowed your soft whimper as he kissed you ravenously, like a man starved, his lips kneading against yours with enough passion to make you see stars, and he was just getting started.

Your mind was already beginning to get hazy, with the way his perfectly-sculpted bare torso was pressing fully against you, not leaving an inch of space between the two of you. He tore his lips away from yours and leaned down by your jaw, trailing against your smooth skin. A prominent wave of heat was gradually making its way down to circle your lower abdomen as you clutched his broad shoulders, your legs tightening their grip around his midsection. You were simultaneously bewildered and thrilled by how quickly your body reacted to Gally, how little he needed to do to get you excited for him.

However, even through the incoming fog of rising passion, the levelheaded part of you couldn’t help but question what he was doing. Or rather, where and when he was doing it.

“G-Gally…” You managed to utter in between ragged breaths as his lips were busily leaving a trail of heavy kisses along your unblemished neck “W-We have a hut…”

“Too far.” He grunted, his statement slightly muffled against your skin.

“It’s just across the-mmph!” You were swiftly cut off with another hungry kiss, your eyes snapping shut as Gally’s right hand moved from your waist to your hip, giving it a good squeeze before continuing its journey to your thigh. You bit back a moan as you felt his tongue swipe across your bottom lip, requesting entrance, which you immediately granted him. One of your own hands moved from his shoulder to the side of his neck, your body growing hotter as his tongue invaded your mouth, teasing and dancing with yours, a low grunt sounding from his throat. He tasted heavenly. You couldn’t describe it, you only knew it was something so raw, so bewitching, so unquestionably Gally... His kisses weren’t violent or overly rough. Just enough to showcase how badly he needed to have you closer, how ecstatic he was that you were his and that he was the one you wanted. The perfect amount.

Your levelheadedness was getting significantly harder to keep with each passing second, your builder’s raw magnetism shrouding you, pulling you further into him and telling you to stop worrying and abandon all thought that wasn’t about him. And you were already so close to succumbing to it…

With a valiant effort, you broke away from the searing kiss, your lips already slightly swollen in a most eye-catching way “Gally, it’s day time…”

Gally huffed, his plump lips etching with a mischievous grin as he leaned into your neck once more, a shiver passing through your body as he ghosted over the area, his warm breath fanning it, delicately “It’s lunch time.” He husked, his thumb rubbing slow circles on your thigh “Which means, all those shanks out there are too busy stuffing their faces to even notice we’re gone.”

You didn’t know if you agreed with that. You were certain a few people would surely notice. Your closest friends, mainly.

Yet, the part of you that was trying to care about that was rapidly growing smaller, weaker, as Gally’s lips grazed against your earlobe, another soft whimper falling from you when you felt the tip of his tongue tease and tickle the skin just below.

Gally must’ve noticed the slight tremble pervading your muscles - you could practically feel him smirking against your neck.

His grip on you tightened as he held you up, well aware of the effect he was having on you and enjoying every bit of it “Any other objections?”

Your body was dangerously close to going limp in his arms. And it could have - you knew he would never drop you. You were determined to keep holding on, though. The same couldn’t be said for your rational side, the one that hadn’t been sure if this was a good idea. Another lingering, open mouthed kiss that Gally pressed to your pulse point, and it was gone.

“No…” your parted lips breathed, your head tilting submissively back and giving Gally more space for his heated attentions.

Your boyfriend immediately took the chance to proceed, his talented mouth venturing down your neck, all the way to your collarbone. He was making sure to leave marks as he sucked, licked, and nibbled on your tender skin. He loved the sight of them on you, it filled him with sheer pride and got him even more riled up for you, for the entirety of you that was his to claim.

Much to Gally’s frustration, the collar of your shirt prevented his lips from going any further, and he grunted, lifting his head back up to you, his devilish grin returning at the beauty of your hazy gaze, your parted lips, your laboured breathing… You were exquisite to him, and he could feel the inevitable pressure rushing down his toned stomach and going straight below his belt.

“Didn’t think so, baby…” He chuckled, deeply, and then… in a flash, his quick hands grabbed a hold of the hem of your shirt, effortlessly whipping it over your head and tossing it aside.

You released a gasp, the cool air hitting your newly exposed skin as Gally licked his lips, trailing his yearning gaze over you. Your delicate shoulders, your enticing cleavage, your smooth stomach. You suppressed a little mewl as his calloused fingers danced across your skin, slowly tracing up to your bra. He outlined it with his index finger, brushing the cups and briefly slipping inside one in a teasingly provocative motion. An undeniably desirous sound tumbled from your lips as you felt his finger bump into the hardened bud of your breast, making contact for a mere second before retracting it.

The grunt of protest that escaped you, as well as they way you nearly glared at the loss of his sinful touch, brought a newly captivating smirk to his lips “Aww… Now who’s getting impatient?”

You were about to spit out a clever remark when Gally’s nimble fingers slipped behind your back and, with one precise and simple movement, your bra clasp popped open. Whatever you were about to respond with was momentarily forgotten as Gally stared at you, intently, his fingers brushing your upper arms. As he got to the straps, he paused, locking his piercing gaze with your own, as if asking for permission to keep going. It was touching to you. So sweet, that even when it was so obvious that you had no intention of refusing, he still wanted to ensure that you wanted it, that there wasn’t a single doubt in your mind. You knew that Gally loved you, he truly did, and he never ceased to show it, even in your throes of passion.

You responded to his silent question with a feverish nod and an excited little grin, relaying your utter willingness to continue. And with that, your boyfriend’s eyes flickered with a delightedly eager spark, his own grin mirroring yours.

You bit down on your bottom lip as he slowly dragged the bra straps down yours arms, the measly article of clothing falling, gracefully, off. Your body trembled with building desire as Gally marveled at the sight that was so graciously offered to him. This wasn’t your first time, he’s seen you like this before, been with you like this before, but it still took his breath away every single time. To him, you were something surreal, and he craved to worship every curve and crevice.

Your stuttering breath and soft whimpers graced Gally’s ears as his rough hands moved up your now bare torso and cupped your breasts, kneading and squeezing with simultaneous passion and care. The way your soft skin molded under his touch and fit so flawlessly in his palms sent another wave of urgency down his tense lower abdomen. The waistband of his boxers was already beginning to feel tight and constricting. God, the things you did to him…

Unable to bear the separation from his lips any longer, you pulled his head down for another heart-stopping kiss, your diluted moan mixing with his low groan of yearning as he devoured the glorious taste of you, his mighty chest pressing against yours, the contact of your heated bare skin overtaking your senses.

The heat pooling in between your legs was getting agonizing, swirling with a pulsing ache, an ache only Gally could satisfy. Suddenly, you couldn’t stand the fact that he was wearing pants. You needed to get them off, and you were determined to let him know that, as your fingers glided down his broad back, pinching at the firm muscle beneath hot skin before getting to the waistband and moving to the front of his belt.

Gally broke the kiss as he felt your dainty fingers fiddling with the clasp, your intent clear as day. A husky chuckle left his lips as his own hand moved down to help. You pulled his belt to release while he popped the button, the zipper falling open the very next second as his pants loosened around his lean hips. You breath hitched as they lowered, your lingering gaze falling upon the evidence of his desire, nearly bursting through his grey boxers and begging to be released. You were about to reach down your hand and palm him, when Gally, swiftly, caught your wrist mid-journey.

He smirked at your confused gaze with a teasing ‘tsk’, before moving your hand away and winding it around his neck instead.

Your head fell back, leaning against the tree bark as your builder dipped his head and trailed heavy kisses all across your cleavage and over your breasts, his hands at your hips as they felt on your skin and toyed with the waistband of your own pants, occasionally pulling and pinching at it. You couldn’t hold back the moan that escaped you when Gally flicked his tongue over your nipple before capturing it into his mouth. You couldn’t hear anything except for his grunts, couldn’t feel anything except for the electrifying sensations that Gally was submerging you in. The center of your arousal was pleading for attention, for relief, for him…

“Gally…” You breathed, longingly, your fingers gently tugging at the short sandy strands of his hair as his mouth worked wonders on your breasts “Please…”

The builder’s lips curved in a tantalizing grin against your sensitive skin, his fingers skimming your lower abdomen and getting closer and closer to where you were begging to be touched. He undid your pants with ease, and the very next second, you choked on air as you felt his hand slipping underneath the fabric, two of his warm fingers making contact with your pulsing heat, tracing the folds with excruciating slowness. Gally groaned, low in his throat, as he felt just how eager and ready you were for more of him, the slickness coating his fingers serving as infallible proof.

His burning kisses inched back up from your breasts to your throat, where he licked and nipped his way to your mouth, his plump lips brushing your own and beckoning you to close the minuscule distance.

You wanted to, but the mind-numbing feeling of Gally’s fingers was leaving your lips to do nothing but quiver against his. The sensation grew tenfold as soon as you felt him brush your clit, stroking and circling it in a way only he knew how.

It was getting too damp, too scalding hot, and Gally could feel you squirming in his tight grasp. He knew you were more than ready, and so was he. His straining erection was beginning to feel almost painful as it throbbed and begged to finally be inside you.

Pressing another hungry kiss to your whimpering mouth, he carefully withdrew his fingers from your heat and hooked them to the hem of your pants, catching your underwear as well and tugging them down, until they fell at your ankles.

You wasted no time stepping out of them and carelessly kicking them aside as your wanting hands instantly latched onto his own remaining clothing, pulling his pants down past his hips, along with his boxers. You couldn’t wait any longer. You wanted him, and you wanted him, now. Right this instant.

His cock springing free and slapping up against his stomach, Gally exhaled, heavily, his arms wrapping around you and hoisting you up a bit as you held onto him, his ravishingly naked body pressing flush against yours.

A desperately needy gasp left you as he took his manhood in hand and positioned himself at your entrance, the tip of him teasing at your folds and putting you on the edge of begging.

“Gally…”

The sound of his name trailing so breathlessly, so yearningly from your lips, nearly made the builder’s head spin. He loved you, he wanted you, he needed you.

His mouth claimed yours once again, his burly muscles tensing and heat swarming as he, slowly, pushed himself inside.

Your back arched against the tree, a thousand electric currents shooting through your body as you felt Gally enter you, the consuming pleasurable sensation pairing with a slight sting. Even though it wasn’t your first time, your body still needed a moment to adjust to how big he was. Everything about your builder was thoroughly impressive, and that most definitely included his manhood…

With a few slow yet confident rolls of his hips, he was all the way inside, every inch of him buried within the warm, wet, welcoming heat of your walls. A low groan of pleasure rumbled within his throat as his head fell against your shoulder. He stayed still for a moment, letting you adjust, his hot ragged breath washing over your hickey-littered neck.

“You okay, baby…?”

It only took a few seconds until you nodded your head, feeling your walls cave around him, accepting the presence of his large size “Y-Yeah… I’m fine, keep going…”

With your permission, Gally slowly withdrew with a deep grunt before bringing his hips back into yours, pushing inside once again. He began to set an even pace, his intense gaze never leaving you as he watched the way your eyes fluttered shut, your face contorting beautifully in pleasure as he filled your entirety, took up every little space within you, again and again.

Gally’s mind floated from the enrapturing sensation, in all his life he hadn’t imagined anything could feel so good. Your sensuous moans, choked whimpers, faulty gasps, your hands clutching at his shoulders and biceps so hard with every steady thrust he gave - all of it was working together to entrance him completely, making him feel like the two of you were the only ones on this earth, and nothing else existed or mattered.

“F-Faster, baby…” Your fervid plea reached his ears, coaxing a deep, carnal groan from him. His fingers were digging into your hips as he complied with your wishes, picking up his pace as he thrusted faster, harder, but still making sure he wasn’t hurting you. He couldn’t stand the thought of hurting you, ever.

Your eyes rolled into the back of your head, your body welcoming the increased pace as Gally’s cock slid in and outward of you, repeatedly, much more easily now. You could already feel the coil at the pit of your stomach tightening, signifying your building orgasm as your pleasured moans grew louder. It was a good thing Gally had carried you so deep into the Deadheads, otherwise someone definitely would have heard you. You grabbed at his burly muscles, the heat of his body mingling with yours as he continued pressing vigorous kisses down your neck while he moved, his own climax approaching steadily and surely.

You were a mess of pleasure and passion as Gally rammed into you heavily, his hipbones crashing against yours, the tip of him reaching places so deep inside you, you didn’t know they were possible to reach. Your grip on his shoulders tightened, harshly, your nails digging into his sun-kissed skin as you felt yourself nearing the edge, about to tumble over at any second. So close, so close…

“Gally… I-I’m…”

“Me too” He growled, huskily, the knot in his lower abdomen nearing its breaking point, his mind paralyzed by your irresistible body, your hot, soaking walls clenching around him so damn tight. Knowing he wouldn’t last much longer, Gally reached his hand down between your hot bodies, his calloused fingers rubbing quick circles on the swollen bud of your clit, determined to get you to your sweet release before him.

“Let go, baby. Let me know how good I make you feel… Come on, I wanna see you fall apart…” He rasped, his lips a mere inch away.

That did it for you. The added stimulation of Gally’s fingers, the continued incredible pace of his thrusts, and those sensual worlds falling from his lips brought you higher as you sharply cried out. Your head tossed back, your powerful release washing over you with the force of a tidal wave. Your thighs quaked like leaves, your back arching as intense pleasure ruptured through your body, your hands clinging to Gally for dear life.

The builder groaned, deeply and fiercely, as the feeling of your release, your walls clamping down on him and your form quivering, triggered his own. He felt his manhood twitch, his hips stuttering as his climax crashed down on him, his muscular arms tensing as he released an almost animalistic groan against your neck, the pleasure so intense within his body. He shuddered, riding out both his and your highs as the euphoric feeling gradually dispersed, ultimately coming to a stop.

Gally was yet to pull out of you. The two of you panted, heavily, trying to catch your breath and calm your pounding heartbeats. He finally lifted his head to catch your gaze. A borderline drunken grin grew on his lips as he admired your flushed state - your rosy cheeks, your plumped and reddened lips, the stunningly dazed look in your eyes. In that moment he couldn’t think of a more gorgeous sight. He was the only one who could make you feel like this, the only one who got to see you like this, and the thought filled his entirety with unadulterated love and satisfaction.

“You good…?” He questioned, still grinning as he pressed a doting kiss to your parted lips.

You kissed him back with a blissful hum. Your whole body tingled, you probably would’ve collapsed to the ground, if Gally weren’t holding you up.

Your fingers affectionately brushed through his short hair, flicking away the beads of sweat that had formed on his temple.

“I feel absolutely amazing, my keeper…” You breathed, hissing slightly as you felt Gally finally withdraw himself from your core. His freckled face was an expression of pure heaven as he gently set you down, threading his fingers through your messy locks of hair.

“I love you, you know…” He murmured, amorously, placing a sweet peck to the tip of your nose.

The words made home in your heart. They never failed to make you smile, no matter how many times you heard him say them. You cupped the side of his face, your thumb stroking down his smooth jawline as you shared a glimmering, starry-eyed look.

“I love you, too…” You leaned in, catching his lips once again in a long, slow, and ardent kiss, conveying all the love and unfaltering devotion you two had for one another.

Your eyes twinkled with mischief as you reluctantly pulled back “Now, can we go eat?”

Gally threw his head back, his taut chest rumbling with a deep chuckle as he cheekily squeezed your waist “If you insist, baby. We probably need it, with all the energy we’ve lost…”

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#D6BB9E | BENNETT.

genre | fluff, best friends au, crush au

word count | 1777

warning | mention of burns (pyro slimes ;-;)

note | hello (〃＾▽＾〃) thank you so much for requesting from me, anonie! i hope this is what you are going for and happy reading!

request | from anon

your hands squeezed tightly around bennett's forearm before he fell too far from the peak.

"i–i got you!" you said through gritted teeth, not giving yourself a moment of spare breath as you grounded the tip of your shoes against the grass and pulled.

he was heavier than you thought. but bennett was always running and jumping around, fighting monsters and getting hurt, digging up vegetables and soiling his unclean nails. you should not be surprised if he packed some muscle weight on his shorter body from his daily adventuring.

but oh, lord barbatos, was he heavy! the effort you were putting into pulling him back to the grassy surface was made especially prevalent because of the near-death experience bennett once again put himself in.

"bennett! stop daydreaming and pull yourself up!" you hollered when you felt him slip slightly from your grip.

you had glanced at him; your shaky eyes darted from below him at the dark pit of the faraway ground to his face, which held a somewhat surprised and emotionless expression. it was not at all what you expected someone who almost fell to their death would look like.

he snapped out of his sudden trance, one that his mind inconveniently put himself under as soon as he saw your face pop up from the cliff edge. he had thought he was done for; it was probably bound to happen one day considering how he adventures with no backup nor help from anyone. your sudden appearance just served as a pleasant surprise.

"so–sorry!" he shouted, the light coming back to his brilliant green eyes.

reaching his other hand up, he grasped onto your forearm and tried to pull himself up just as you scooted your body further away from the cliff, using the ground as leverage to conjure strength and stability.

his hand was close to reaching the rocky edge, he could see. but before he could grasp the ground and hoist himself back on a surface, his eyes widened at the redness that emerged—jumped—above your laying body.

you could sense the panic in his eyes. furrowing your brows, you followed his gaze to look behind your shoulder to find a giant pyro slime that had jumped above your head. your gaze rounded at the heated creature—oh no. it would not squish you, you know, but it would definitely burn you with the heat radiating off its watery body.

ugh. watery pyro slime... what juxtaposition.

your fingers curled around bennett's forearm to prevent yourself from dropping him, which sacrificed your ability to utilize your catalyst. squeezing your eyes tightly, you turned your head to the ground and told yourself a burnt back would be much, much better than a dead friend. besides, barbara's water healing would counter with burns well so you should be fine!

the sound of a blade cutting through the air around you burst into your ear. you did not dare to look up from the ground, but bennett had instinctively unleashed his sword and carelessly stabbed upward at the pyro slime (fortunately not scraping you in the process considering both his bad luck and unprepared action). he pulled his sword away, his grip around the hilt losing when he saw that the slime was beginning to blame around its body.

it was going to burst.

quickly discarding his sword, he kicked himself up using his feet and the ample wind so he could finally catch the edge. you squealed from the impact of his motion, feeling yourself being pulled forward.

bennett hoisted himself up just enough that his arm could go around the back of your head, and in the nick of time, just before the pyro slime combusted with a hot explosion, he placed his hand at the back of your head and dipped you toward him as much as he could.

you winced at the heat that touched your legs and the small of your back, but most of the damage that was supposed to go to your uncovered skin landed on bennett's bare arm instead. he gritted his teeth at the pain, but anything would be better than you getting hurt because of his carelessness, so he endured and kept his arm around the back of your head.

looking up from the ground, the tip of your nose lightly bumped against his as soon as you faced forward. bennett took a second or three to access the proximity, as well as the other party sharing it with him, and he immediately panicked.

"i–i'm sorry!" he shouted for no reason, his cheeks beginning to flush red.

"woah–hey, bennett! stop moving, you're going to fall!" you scolded at the commotion he was causing in the air, your senses coming back to you as you helped pull him back up to the surface.

you let go of him when he got his feet on the ground. falling backward, you breathed out a relieved sigh as your back touched the grass. you spread your arms out slightly, just enough that your knuckles ghosted against bennett's hand after he mirrored your action.

"that was way too close for comfort!" bennett exclaimed as he wiped the sweat from his forehead. he looked up at the sky, controlling his breathing. "thank you for saving me. i got lucky for once, i can't believe you were around!"

you pursed your lips together and tilted your head then. turning to your side, you frowned at your best friend and reached out to poke his cheek for his attention. bennett turned to look at you, his brows rising and his cheek pinking from the sight.

"huh?" he asked as he blinked at you innocently.

"i'm mad at you," you grumbled. "you didn't wait for me this morning. you just left to dig treasures for yourself!"

you almost forgot why you were here—to scold bennett for leaving you in mondstadt and going to adventure alone. you had to find him by following trials of unusually burnt grasses, eliminating the guesses that it could have been the doings of pyro slimes.

"ah! pyro slime–" a sudden recognition of the recent event dawned upon you, and you looked down at your leg to find a patch of redness around it. "ah, it did burn me..."

bennett sat up quickly, his eyes widening slightly. your hand tentatively smoothed over the red spot, your wince obviously in his observant eyes.

he could not have protected you from that one, he had been rather far away. he already tried his best in the circumstance he was in, but still, he would rather take all the harm in your place if he could.

"i'm sorry," he apologized urgently, moving forward and reaching a hand out reluctantly.

you looked over, your eyes scanning his scarred arm that gained itself some new stories to tell this afternoon. but more permanently engraved in your beating heart was the same burnt redness, in a much bigger patch, that he has yet to complain about.

he took that for you, didn't he? the arm that went around the naked back of your neck. a vulnerable place; he protected it however he could.

bennett always protected you however he could.

the arm that put itself in front of you when you were being teased by other vision-wielding kids before you got your anemo vision, the bandaid that sloppily got stuck to your knee when you fell from the bike at five, the jacket that warmed you after you almost drowned in cider lake, and the hand that went behind your hand when the pyro slime exploded.

bennett has bad luck, sure. but he was the bad that surpassed the good, he was the hope that things will turn out for the better because he would always be there to save the day.

he was the foolishness of loving someone to a point of losing oneself.

it was the kind of foolishness that exists within bennett, the kind where you love someone so much that you are willing to hurt in place of them, the kind only bennett could flawlessly pull off in the most flawed way possible.

"bennett... your arm," you muttered as you moved to sit more comfortably on the ground.

he blinked curiously down at his arm, unsure what got you looking so damaged and upset. for a second, he almost got insecure about the way his marked skin looked as he wondered if the pain he had to endure had appalled you. but you took his hand, gently and firmly, and you placed it before your closed eyes.

"uh–what–what are you–what are you doing?"

"healing you," you muttered. "my healing won't work as good on the burns, but i can try helping you with the rest."

your concentration brought along with you a gentle gust of wind. it blew across the neverending grass field, it blew across the sky, and it blew around you two. it tickled bennett's skin carefully, the greenness flying like sparkles of dandelion petals, and it stopped at his arm to sew his skin back together.

your hair blew, dancing harmoniously with the wind that fell around your head. and the softness of your hand that touched his made his heart speed up expectantly. when you were done, the wind didn't go, but you looked up at him under the dying of the sun just to smile with golden dust on your cheeks.

and bennett could not take his eyes off you. his cheek blushed; the kind of boy whose face get red simply because the person they like looks pretty.

he opened his mouth impulsively, his mind urging him to do one of the scariest things he could ever do.

"i lik–"

"let's head back to the cathedral," you cut him off, not ready, "we can ask barbara to treat the burns."

was that intentional? bennett could not tell. he was sure the thought of it would haunt him for nights on, though.

with his luck, he would like to say rejection was almost a guarantee in his story. but, at the same time, he could feel hope bubbling in his chest when you stood up and dragged him along with you.

he followed suit, his arm extended as you guided him through the open road, your voice rambling about what to eat for dinner together.

there was hope. there has to be. lingering in your appearance when he was in need, in the wind that pushed your hearts closer together, and your intertwined hands as you two headed back home. there has to be hope.

bennett smiled to himself at the thought.

and that. that is foolishness.

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Hello! Hope you're doing well! So. Ok. So I'm on my pms. I'm in pain and I'm horny af at the same time so fml 🤦‍♀️ . I need some Kakashi smut x fem!reader. I'm sucker for this cold-blooded bastard, who thinks he never finds love and then he is melting in her embrace 🥲

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Kakashi Hatake x Fem!Reader

Summary: Y/n L/n. The women that everyone wanted, until Kakashi got his hands on her. To this day, he still couldn’t fathom the things she made him feel.

Warnings: nsfw!, overstimulation, squirting, intended for mature readers only

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He was completely enamored with her. It was like he couldn’t get enough of her being. Everything about her was just so hypnotizing. From the way she spoke, plump lips morphing around each syllable, to the way she walked, frame held beautifully as her hips swayed with a natural rhythm. Her skin, delicate and smooth under the touch of his own calloused hands. Her eyes holding so much emotion and so many secrets, drawing in people with just one glance.

Typically Kakashi Hatake wasn’t a man to brag about the things he had or skills he owned. However, with her by his side, he couldn’t help but smirk under his mask knowing that so many other people had pinned after his beloved.

Y/n L/n.

A notorious name known to the hidden leaf and beyond. One of the best kunoichi to ever come from Konoha. Praised and loved by all. Often set as example for many of the young ninja in training. Sought out by both men and women for friendship, love, sex, and other things.

Yet after years and years, she never gave in to the countless offers of love and devotion. Only resorting to giving the lucky person a single night of ecstasy. Leaving them in the morning, only to return home with a stronger yearning for one man. For years she had eyes for him. Growing up and honing a sturdy friendship that lasted decades. Along with their growing bond, grew their feelings for one another.

Quick glances turned into lingering stares. Stories being told whenever they locked eyes, not a single word spoken. Simple touches seemed to last longer than they usually did. A deep desire and passion behind each one. Only up until recently had they come to terms with one another, finally being able to confess after all this time.

Now, Kakashi sat in the hot spring’s warm waters, his gaze trained on his girlfriend relaxing beside him. The mission they had been sent on, now completed early and taken care of. They figured it wouldn’t hurt to stay for one more night and enjoy the hot springs.

His eyes ate up the sight of her. The way her skin held a thin sheen of sweat and condensation, shining in the moonlight. A few strands of hair sticking to her forehead, cheeks, and neck. Lips parted slightly, head tilted back, chest rising and falling gently.

It was ludicrous, really. The way he was looking at her with no shame at all. Eyes raking over ever dip and curve of exposed skin. Focusing particularly on her breasts, the water moving around them, bobbing to become accustomed to their shape. His lustful stare was intense as his eyes continuously absorbed the sight in front of him, yet the whole time she could feel it. With his eyes trained on her, she peeked open one of her own as a shudder ran up her spine, catching a glimpse him.

His hair dampened by the steam, chest glistening in a way that drove Y/n to new heights. The defined muscles accentuated in the moonlight. Nothing but a single, small towel was covering his face, replacing his usual mask. Y/n had insisted that it was alright for him to take it off, yet he still felt obligated just in case some lone stranger decided to stroll in at the dead of night.

“My eyes are up here, you know.” Y/n teased, lifting her head to look straight at Kakashi. The eye contact sending a strike of arousal through both of them. The ache between their legs only getting worse.

“Yeah,” Kakashi mused, eyes flickering down for a second before coming back up with a smirk, “You just look so good like this. I seriously don’t know what I did to deserve a woman like you.” His voice hung in the air like a song, Y/n melting at his words with an adorable giggle.

The water rippled around them as Y/n shifted to settle herself over his lap. Her thighs sat snuggly over his, chest to chest as she wrapped her arms around his shoulders. She pressed her breasts against him teasingly, playing with the hair on the nape of his neck, a tall tell sign that she wanted him.

“I think....” She began, shifting slightly in Kakashi’s lap, “That we should head back to the room for a little while.” Her words coated in desire as she spoke, looking deeply into his eyes, telling him exactly what she wanted.

Kakashi hummed in agreement as his hands moved to rest on her bare hips, squeezing instinctively as she lightly swiveled her pelvis. All the while the water swayed around them in rhythmic movements.

Without a single word, Kakashi removed the towel covering the lower half of his face, slowly pulling her in for a kiss. Lips slotting together comfortably like so many times before. In a way that if anyone saw, their jealousy was guaranteed. Kakashi really was a lucky man, and he knew it.

The kiss was hot, full of lust and passion as their hands roamed over wet, warm skin. With parted lips, their tongues danced sinfully. All senses heightened, being stimulated simultaneously.

He was like putty in her hands, shivering whenever her fingertips danced over certain spots on his body, blood rushing to his length by the second. Never did Y/n think Kakashi’s body would be so reactive to her touch. Soon she felt his length press against her lower abdomen, chuckling lightly.

“Come on,” She pulled away reluctantly, feeling him resist slightly, “You’re the one who insisted on wearing a mask even though there’s not a single soul here besides us.” A smile teased on her lips as he held her impossibly closer.

A playful sigh left his lips, groaning, “I suppose you’re right....” A flirty tone laying underneath his words, “But we’re already here. To go back to the room we would need to get up, put our clothes back on, only for us to take them off again seconds later.”

The moment he spoke those words, a mischievous smirk etched onto Y/n’s plump lips, an idea blossoming in her head.

Not even a minute later, two of the most respectable ninja of the Hidden Leaf were dashing down the hallway of a lone motel, completely naked, clothes slung over their shoulders as they tried their hardest not to burst out into loud laughter.

The door swung open as the couple rushed in, the air becoming thick with tension as they caught their breath. A small thud could be heard as they threw their clothes elsewhere. Now standing in the middle of the room, eyes locked in an intense gaze, chests raising and falling as they reciprocate from the antics they just partook in.

This feeling of lightness as well as lust swirled around in Kakashi’s chest, something he lived for. The way she made him feel like he was on top of the world with every passing moment was something he craved. The high he gets whenever he was with her was addictive. Something he never thought he’d get to experience in his lifetime. He didn’t ever plan on stopping either.

Within seconds, they has stumbled their way onto the bed in a tangled mess of limbs. Kakashi situated over her frame as his hands moved to wrap her legs around his waist while they were captured in a heated kiss. With this proximity, their skin was warm to the touch as arousal pooled between Y/n’s legs. Now his lips ghosted over her jaw and continued further on to her neck and collarbones.

A delighted sigh fell from her lips as Kakashi ran his tongue over the area he just marked, lips soft as he sucked on the spot that he knew made her go weak in the knees. All the while she managed to snake a hand between their bodies, taking hold of his member, grazing her thumb over the tip and pumping it a few times. His cock felt heavy in her hands as the veins throbbed under her touch. Kakashi wanted nothing more than for her to cast her magic spell and drive him wild.

“Kakashi...” She whispered, bucking her hips up, “I need you.” Her hand trailed up his abdomen, the muscles going taunt under her fingertips as they continued up and into his hair.

“Anything for you.” He mused, his chest inflating, knowing what he was getting himself into. He ran his length through her folds, a pretty moan falling from her lips as he did so, collecting her wetness.

Kakashi hissed at how tight she was, squeezing around his tip mercilessly, almost enticing him in. Y/n’s mouth fell open, eyes rolling back as her walls stretched to accommodate to his size.

It was euphoric, the way she felt. Velvety walls clamping up whenever he withdrew to thrust forward again. One hand gripping the bed sheets beside her while the other was clasped onto her hip.

As his pelvis continued to snap into hers at a steady pace, her breasts bobbed with each thrust. A sight Kakashi would never get tired of seeing.

“Fuck....” He sighed, hand releasing the sheets to take hold of one of her breasts, “You feel so good.” His lips brushed against her with each word, colliding soon after in a messy kiss, consisting of teeth and tongue.

He could feel her orgasam starting to build. The muscles in her lower abdomen contracting as the coil in her core tightened, Kakashi hitting just the right spot. That spongy little spot that held the key to a mind shattering orgasam.

“Kakashi, please!” Y/n whined, teeth grinding as her eyes were squeezed shut, “Fuck, I wanna cum! Make me yours.” With those words, something snapped inside of him, completely gone and focused on only one thing.

Kakashi made quick movements, shifting so he could grab the back of her thighs and press them to her chest. At the new feeling the position change brought, they nearly lost their minds. Y/n’s walls growing impossibly tighter as Kakashi thrusted into her even deeper.

Y/n’s legs dangled in the air as Kakashi held her thighs, pistoning his hips into hers with incredible speed. The squelching of her wetness echoed in the room as she creamed around his cock. Hot tears running down her cheeks as the intense orgasam rushing over her. Incoherent babbles and words leaving her mouth as he worked her through the high.

“Come on, baby,” Kakashi praised, “Just hold on for me for a little bit longer, ok?” He leaned down to place a gentle kiss on her cheek, licking the tears his lips picked up when he pulled away.

With that he worked quick, taking deep and strong strokes as he paced for his own climax. While doing so, Y/n felt another one quickly creeping up on her.

“Fuck, Kakashi! I’m cumming again.” She cried out, the ballon in her core bursting. Her tight cunt spraying all over his thighs and stomach, squeezing him so tight it was almost painful, triggering his own release. He pressed her thighs down, closer to her chest, holding his hips as close as he could to her hot skin. His tip kissing her cervix, painting it with pretty white strands of his cum.

He gently let down her legs, hissing as he pulled out. Y/n whining quietly at the empty feeling, the mixture of their cum leaking out of her cunt and onto the sheets below.

“You did so good, babe,” Kakashi sang, a tired smile etched on his face, arms moving to wrap around her midsection, “You’re the only woman in the world that could make me feel this good.” His words sweet, sounding like music in her ears as she chuckled softly, pulling him in for a gentle kiss.

“I love you, Kakashi Hatake.” She mused against his lips. Running her fingers through his messy hair, eyes now blown with love and admiration.

His smile grew even wider, hand coming up to caress her face, “I love you too, Y/n L/n. More than you know.”

[phantomphangphucker]

Phic Phight: [REDACTED] “Oh Goddamnit. DANNY!”

Prompt Creator: @mr-lancers-english-class

Even Danny’s school projects cause ghostly issues and Lancer really should have seen this coming.

Alright fine, Lancer knew this was a bad idea. He knew it. And yet... here they all are, with each of his students doing their self-chosen presentations. And as he should have expected, Every. Single. One. has been on Phantom. Sure at least there’s been some variety. Star’s piece on his fashion and how that reflects on his personality and the era he died was actually fairly interesting (if it wasn’t for the fact that Phantom spiced up his jumpsuit with t-shirts and whatnot sometimes then this would have been a very boring one). Kwan also surprised him some, apparently he’s spent the past year or so sneaking photos of Phantom eating and did a piece on Phantom’s rather peculiar food tastes (who dips their pickles in milkshakes???) as well as effectively providing proof for the existence of ectoplasmic food (there’s no way any earth apples are neon green on the inside). Dash’s wasn’t even correctly calculated, trying to figure out how far Phantom could throw footballs based on his known strength and if he could kill someone by tackling them (disturbingly the answer -regardless of Dash’s bad math- was decidedly yes. Daniel seemed particularly disturbed). And Paulina’s was quite literally a badly written self-insert ship fan fic; the added drawings of what their child would look like only made it worse (Daniel left, not that Lancer could blame him. Lancer’s also glad for the ghost fight interrupting the presentation). Emilie’s was... disturbingly about ghost hunger and purposed the thesis that Phantom, for the good of the town, should eat the aggressor ghosts (he actually had to cut her off for getting too graphic).

But the single most interesting thing was that a ghost apparently caught wind of this and literally Every. Single. Presentation so far had words that were permanently replaced with [REDACTED], which, needless to say, caused some chaos when Samantha gave the very first presentation.

-

Lancer clicked his pen, crossing his legs and resting the evaluation sheet on his thigh, “alright, Samantha. Feel free to start whenever you please, though soon would be preferred”, by ‘preferred’ he had meant required, but no need to be mean. He chooses to ignore the goth teen's eyeroll.

Predictably the projected screen doesn’t work when she opens her file so Lancer has to spend ten minutes fiddling with the outdated tech that they wouldn’t give the school funding to replace. Eventually, he does get it up and running showing Ms. Manson’s title screen reading ‘Phantom And Hate Crimes Against Blood Blossoms’. Lancer’s positive ‘blood blossoms’ are a type of flower, figures she would do something nature-focused. She’d make for a great herbalist or botanist someday. He does catch Daniel and Tucker giving her ‘death glares’, as the kids call it, though; Samatha doesn’t look any less smug. The second page has what he thinks was supposed to be a detailed drawing of a flower but it’s severely pixilated, almost as if it been blurred; Samantha looks visibly upset so he’s going to assume something when wrong with the file or pasting format. He’s not marking on artistic capabilities though, so effort is effort there.

She quickly clicks to the next page, where the actual writing of the assignment is and looks decidedly pissed; Lancer even quirks an eyebrow since at least two-thirds of the words are a very bold noticeable [REDACTED]. Lancer watches her yank out her physical copy while glaring with murderous intent at Daniel -Lancer will have to dock him marks if he messed with another student's project- before looking at the physical copy in bafflement for a few seconds. Half the class shrieking when she drops the papers and basically launches herself over the desks at Daniel, “OH YOU LITTLE FUCKER!!!! HOW THE FUCK!”.

Lancer’s sighs and stands, “language, Ms. Manson”, moving to pick up the papers and quirking an eyebrow over them looking the same. Sighing again and eyeing Daniel, who’s being choked -or throttled perhaps?- by Samantha yet is grinning innocently. “Daniel, messing with other students' work is against student policy”, sighing yet again, “and I’ll let Star go while Samantha fixes her document”, summoning up the blonde while glaring at Daniel. Some days that boy was more trouble than he was worth but he was also insanely bright and had a heart of gold. Lancer knows he’ll do good things someday, and that’s why he still tries with him.

Half the class is snickering or laughing now and Star is very clearly trying not to laugh as she sets up.

However, as soon as it opens up the class is met with a very familiar sight. [REDACTED] litters every single page; he checked. And Star’s physical copy was in the same state.

Kwan blinks, “okay seriously, what is going on”, before scrambling to grab out his own physical copy; the rest of the class going wide-eyed and following suit. Lancer just puts his head in his hands and sighs very audibly while shaking his head. Why could nothing go right? Sighing again as the class erupts into noise.

“Mines all weird too!”.

“Same here!”.

“Okay there is no way Fenturd messed up everyone’s work”.

“And I actually tried on mine! It was about the merits of Phantom getting armour!”.

“Oh damn do we just get auto hundreds now? Please please please say yes”.

“Oh damn, Phantom would actually look awesome in armour”.

“I know right”.

“Can we just skip class entirely now?”.

“Oh my Zone a ghost messed with or work”.

“Holy Shit”.

“Wait! Wait! Wait! You don’t think Phantom did do you?”.

“Why the heck would he do that? How would he even know??????”.

“Oh I hope Phantom was inside my computer. That would be so hot”.

“Oh I don’t know, maybe someone told him or he overheard shit. He’s a ghost, he can be invisible. Heck, he could be here, right now, invisible”.

“Invisible and laughing at us”.

“No! No! Hold up! What if he doesn’t want us writing about him or maybe someone wrote some sus shit and he just nerfed us all for good measure”.

“That would mean Phantom totally read my stuff, aw Hell yeah man. That was some boss shit”,

Lancer sighs and stands up, “alright that’s enough”, sighing again because why did this have to happen to him, “and I apologies for blaming you earlier, Daniel”.

Samantha snaps, “oh no, I still blame him”, and continues glaring at the teen. Lancer suspects Samantha would continue blaming the boy even if it was firmly proven he wasn’t at fault.

Addressing the class again, “here’s what we’re going to do, you’re going to read off what of your projects you actually can and allude to the rest. Please reframe from repeating what you know was there beforehand as I’d rather not have whatever ghost responsible -Phantom or otherwise- come here pissed off”, glaring at few students who look slightly encouraged rather than discouraged by that prospect, “anyone who does will receive automatic zeroes”, ah and the encouraged looks have deflated. Good. Gesturing at Star, “you’re already up here, so do continue”. Better to not bring the clearly infuriated Samantha back to the front until she’s had some time to calm down.

Star nods and clears her throat, thankfully everyone quiets down. “O-okay, well, um”, gesturing at the screen, “I did my piece on Phantom’s sense of fashion and the cover image was one with him dressed in one of the Spook Sense stores meme shirts....”.

-

Lancer shakes away the memory, he honestly slightly regrets giving this project. But regardless right now is Daniel’s turn and Lancer is honestly slightly fearful of what his file is going to look like. Thankfully all their files were saved to his computer before the [REDACTED] debacle, so no one could go back in and edit theirs to add [REDACTED]’s for an easy grade. Lancer’s still not exactly sure how he’s supposed to mark assignments that were anywhere from one-fifth to one-third [REDACTED]. That word will be burned into his head after this grading period.

Lancer moves to find the boys file, but stares when clicking it crashes the computer. Not once. Not twice. But thrice. The fourth time rebooting the computer he inspects the file and is a bit dumbfounded, “Daniel, your entire file’s corrupted. The file type has even been changed to redacted, which I’m fairly sure, isn’t actually any possible file designation”. Everyone’s silent for a bit before bursting out into laughter.

“Just what the Zone did you write, Danny!”.

“Oh we so have to know what this is now”.

“Danny has the forbidden knowledge! We haft found him! The keeper of things forbidden and Ghostly! Haza!”.

“Ha! It was probably so lame that Phantom wanted to save him the embarrassment”.

Lancer sighs, but Daniel gestures Tucker up, “hey Tuck, feel like trying to fix the file”. Tucker chuckles and walks up, though apparently glaring at the boy. Based on Daniel’s smirk he finds this quite amusing.

Tucker does manage to make the file viewable at least. Lancer nods and leans back in his seat, “thank you, Mr. Foley”, while the file loads on screen.

Tucker sits back down with a head shake while Daniel stands at the front and gestures to the screen, “aight, as you can see from my not redacted title-”, that earns a couple laughs, “I did mine on Phantom’s portfolio of crime. Every single time our dear Phantom broke ghost law. Including such wonderful things as, that time he caused not one, not two, not even three, but five, prison breaks in one day. Or that time he invalidated a Observant spectator duel by bringing an inflatable sword”. Samantha slams a hand on her desk, “IT IS YOUR FAULT YOU DICK!”.

Lancer has some serious questions as Daniel clicks for the next page, the entire class going dead silent as a screen comprising of almost nothing but the word [REDACTED] shows. Lancer sighs very audibly. Eventually the class starts up again.

“Fenton... actually has forbidden knowledge”.

“If it wasn’t for the teacher computer saved thing I’d think he was fucking with us”.

“I mean... he is a Fenton, right?”.

“Okay the fact that this entire presentation is on ghost crimes is concerning alone. But they’re forbidden ghost crimes at that”.

“Shit I wanted the tea. Damnit”.

“Better question, how does Danny know?”.

Daniel clicking the button to go forward is very audible. And, Chicken Soup For The Soul, every single page is [REDACTED] to the point of being completely and utterly unintelligible. There are occasional lines pointing out how Phantom apparently ate confetti at a ghosts third wedding (which is apparently illegal for some reason) or that time he beat someone up with a violin that had a pie inside it (Lancer can see this one, Lancer himself has smacked a ghost with stranger).  Literally the only photo that isn’t blurred beyond recognition is one of Phantom in a prison uniform (Paulina was very vocal about liking men in uniform here). Lancer is absolutely positive the end of his conclusion ‘[REDACTED] are a bunch of [REDACTED]’ is an insult.

Samantha chucks a boot at his smirking face, “YOU IDIOT. Of course they were going to block you from talking about them. Ancients, I can’t believe you”. Tucker’s busy laughing into his hand.

“Oh my Zone, they know too”.

“They’re really earning that weirdo trio title, huh”.

Daniel snickers as he sits back down, “they broke into my room and wrecked that epic puzzle I was working on. They shoulda seen this shit coming. Literally”. Tucker snorts, “they probably did but couldn’t do anything else about it. They can’t stop you and your endless bullshit”.

“Damn fucking straight”.

Lancer isn’t going to claim to know what exactly they’re talking about but apparently Daniel effectively orchestrated this entire fiasco just to annoy some ghost. Lancer is honestly more impressed than disturbed. A for effort but an A- for making everyone's work nigh unusable.

End.

Prompt: For the last project of their senior year in high school, Mr. Lancer is letting his class do presentations on literally whatever topic they want. He is very, /very/ sure that this is going to go poorly, but that's a problem for later...

[lebrookestore]

crimson calamity; j.jh

Pairing: Jung Jaehyun x reader

Themes: vampire!au, royalty! au, forbidden relationship, manipulation? its gender neutral because i want to try writing like that, i tried not to use any pronouns at all tbh, reader is a royal, angst

Warnings: blood, making out, dizzy spells, angst, heavily suggestive, pg 15

Wc: 2k

Taglist: @jaehyunssslut @intokook @channoticedmeuwu @danishmiilk @chicksung @1-800-seo @kkakkdugi @yunntext @vera-liscious @leetaeyonglover @kunrengui @unknown5tar @kisshim @mrkcore @coco-riki @hannie-dul-set-replies​

Authors Note: I......vampire jaehyun and an angsty makeout scene, enjoy! 

Weak.

You felt so weak, yet your body buzzed with some sort of nervous energy as your eyes locked with him. You felt breathless, like you needed to lie down. How did he have such a hold on you?

Those damning eyes that sucked you in everything he looked at you. Inky pools of nothingness that you wanted nothing more to stare into. You knew you shouldn’t, it was wrong on so many levels. 

It was all his fault, he was doing this to you. He enjoyed seeing you falling apart in his hands, like glass that had been struck. He knew exactly the effect he had on you, a simple smile could make you go dizzy.

You turned around, leaning against the table, fingers fisting the white silk cloth that adorned it, trying to compose yourself once more. You could just imagine the state of the news if they found out you were involved with the likes of Jung Jaehyun.

Everybody’s eyes were on you, the heir to the throne. There were suitors scattered through the hall, waiting for their turn to talk to you, to take your hand and ask for a dance, or waiting for you to ask them. It was pitiful, there were so many waiting, but you only wanted one, the one you could never have.

Scandalous.

How had no one seen him yet? If your parents found out he was here, he would be burned, killed. A vampire in the royal palace? On royal grounds? Everyone would retreat in fear, no one would trust the integrity or the capability of your family’s protection.

The silk between your fingers felt like thorns all of a sudden as a bitter taste filled your mouth. Raising one of the drinks to your lips, you took several sips in the hope of washing it away. That weak feeling resurfaced as you staggered backwards as you made an excuse to leave the room, scurrying down the hallways to get away.

Stopping in the middle, you took in deep breaths. Someone could follow you, they could see you slowly loosing your mind over someone you wanted to stay the furthest away from.

A cold hand wrapped around your wrist as you froze in place.

“Running away again?”

His voice was smooth, like melted chocolate. Steeling yourself you turning around to face him, pulling your hand away and rubbing the area he touched. “From you. As usual.”

His lips twitched as he took a step forward, closer to you. Jaehyun loved the way you reacted to every little thing he did, the way your eyes widened, your body stiffening in anticipation. 

You felt weak again, like you would collapse. This was wrong, so wrong, vampires were the most dangerous specimens out there and everyone had warned you about this, but oh, no one told you they could be this beautiful.

Jaehyun was mesmerizing, absolutely gorgeous. He did this to you, what he did though, or how-you weren’t sure.

“You don’t have to keep running. I’m right here.”

“I’m not running for you”, you said, “I’m running for me. From you.”

“You sure about that?” He licked his lips, leaning closer towards you until you could feel his breath fanning out on your neck. This was a dangerous position to be in, a little nudge and you would fall apart for him.

“Of course I’m sure”, your voice cracked towards the end as your eyes fluttered shut, bracing yourself for the inevitable. His arms wrapped around your waist as he pulled you closer to his body, “Are you lying?”

His voice was just over a whisper as he asked you the question. He was close, so close, just a little more and he would be kissing you.

In answer to his question, you leaned forward, pressing your lips to his before remembering this was wrong, something you had been warned against time and time again. You had to pull away and run, to abide with your lies and run away from him, for yourself.

But he held you close to his, body flush against his as he kissed you back, pushing you against the wall of the hallway. You hands came up to cup his face, tilting your own ever so slightly to kiss him better. 

Someone could walk down the hallway and spot you too, anyone could see what you were doing. You were betraying everyone that trusted you for this momentary thrill, but fuck, you didn’t want to stop. You felt yourself go weak again in his arms as he held you up.

Jaehyun was addictive, his tongue swiping over your lower lip. His kisses were cold, icy, but they somehow filled you with warmth. Your ears buzzed, mind going hazy as your hands found their place in his hair, tugging ever so slightly at the ends. You could just imagine the faces of your suitors when they found out you had ditched your own ball just to kiss a vampire, the very thing they promised to protect you from if you chose to marry them.

How did you end up like this?

Everyone knew the undead lived among you, but they usually lived on the down low considering they could be killed on sight since they were a threat. Yet Jaehyun was right here, mouth on yours as you kissed.

The kiss got messy very quickly, teeth clashing. It hurt to an extent, the way everything had to be a secret, the way you had to run away from him every time only to end up in his arms. It hurt when you were kissing him, because it was a reminder that you shouldn’t be doing so, that you could never be happy with him.

He pulled away, glancing over to the side where a door was, pushing it open and dragging you with him, re-attaching his lips to yours, trailing them down to your jaw. His cold lips sent shivers down your spine as your eyes fluttered shut, fingers fisting his dress shirt. 

Jaehyun left open mouthed kisses down your jawline, to your neck, and that was when you were very aware of the fact that there was a vampire right in front of you. He could kill you, in fact he had you right where he needed to do so. 

Was it bad that that fear sparked into some sort of sick excitement for you?

“It won’t kill you”, he said as if he had read your mind, “But if you want I can stop right here.”

“N-no”, your voice had lost all stability, eyes screwed shut, “please don’t leave.”

He took a step away from you, looking amused, “I thought you were running from me?”

He knew, he fucking knew he had you. The ghost of his touch lingered on your body, as if pulling you to collapse into his embrace again. 

“I’m always running Jae.”

“What’s different this time then?”

“Absolutely nothing”, you licked your lips, staring at his as if you were in a daze, “I’m going to keep running, for both of us.”

Jaehyun kissed you again, “Not scared?”, he whispered against you, one of his hands intertwining with your own, fingers curling around yours as he kissed you. You grasped onto him, mind going blank once again.

A bite would never kill, quite the contrary in fact. Jaehyun had bitten you once before and it had been nothing like you had expected. Sometimes you found yourself wondering if that had started this mess, from the moment he first kissed you to the bite. Maybe that’s what made you fall head first into something you were supposed to stay far away from.

His lips were back on your neck, kissing and ghosting over. He was teasing you now, trying to set you off and make you snap. Letting out a shaky breath, your lips formed a pout, “Jae please.”

His other hand rubbed circles on your hips, building up your anticipation. You wanted him, only him, but he was the one person you couldn’t have.

“Imagine if the others knew”, he murmured, “That their precious heir falls apart so easily.”

His fangs grazed over your neck, making you shiver as you closed your eyes, tilting your head ever so slightly for him. You were like putty in his arms, silently wondering how he ever had this much control over you.

You hissed in pain as he sung them into your neck, before your knees buckled as you feel into him. He caught you as he latched onto your skin, sucking at the bite marks. Some of your blood trickled out from the side, a sticky stream of red liquid. 

The pain dissolved into a feeling of weightlessness as you whimpered, clutching onto him as he drank your blood. You felt faint, that weak feeling resurfacing in full force as you let out a cry, “fuck”

“Pretty”, he muttered, pulling away and brushing his fingers over the bite mark, making you grit your teeth at the stinging sensation. He smirked, pulling you with him, “you still want this?”

“They’ll kill you”, you whispered, “I don’t want to lose you.”

“You know you’re going to”, he said, thumb brushing over your cheek, “that’s why I’m asking, because even if they don’t find us, I’ll leave myself.”

Silence.

“That’s why you’re running hmm?”, he asked, eyes glazing over as he studied your features, before dropping his hand. “You’re afraid of what I will do. You don’t completely trust me, but you’re not ready to let go either.”

Each word made you realize how right he was. You were so selfish, you wanted everything, with nothing in the bargain. You were hurting yourself and him in the process. How had it come to this? You had never been like this, something had changed. 

You wanted him. You wanted him not.

“What have you done to me?”, you asked, voice fragile as you stepped away from him, a mixture of fear and regret clouding your senses. He watched as you reeled away from him, lower lip trembling as you did so, “Stop it, please.”

You sounded so desperate, “Please stop it”, you whispered, “Stop giving me false hope.”

“Do you still want this?” He asked again, narrowing his eyes at you, “I gave you nothing Y/n. There are plenty others waiting for you.”

“Of course I want this, I want you”, you spat as if it was the worst thing in the world, “But I’m not supposed to want you. Why do I want you?”

Jaehyun was dangerous, walking with him was like tempting fate. He was the calamity, the danger. He knew this as well, which was why he asked your permission every time. 

You should have said no.

You should have never indulged, because now you could never push away the possibility. Instead you nodded weakly, locking the door behind you as you faced him once again, “make me forget you’ll leave then.”

His eyes, those fucking eyes that made you go weak at the knees, they softened, guiding you to the bed as his mouth met yours again in an icy kiss. Your fingers curled around the fabric of his shirt, loosing yourself to him once again. 

You awoke the next morning to a bed that smelled like Jaehyun, a bite mark at the crook of your neck and a feeling of loneliness and regret that sat at the pit of your stomach. Of course, you knew he would be back, coming around when you least expect it, when you’re the most vulnerable to him.

You were addicted, no one else could do it for you, you were in too deep. You silently wondered what would happen if you defied everybody and their warnings to be with him. You already had broken several rules, why not break them all?

Fear. He was right, you were still afraid.

One day you’d have to snuff out the crimson calamity that tainted your body and blood with his touch, but for now, you decided that you would stand in the eye of the storm.

And run.

[littlemissnoname13]

Three Days With You - Part Two

Summary: Draco has a rather interesting day planned for the two of you. Joined by familiar faces, old wounds resurface leaving the two of you with more questions than answers.

Warnings: smut,mature language and scenes, drinking, a fair amount of angst, mentions of blood

Word count: 3000

A/n: it’s 4am and I’m sleep deprived. This series is a bit plot heavy as opposed to WOS. I tried so very hard to fit everything under the 3000 word limit I’ve set for each part.

Song that plays as they dance: Fade into you by Mazzy Star

Part one | Masterlist

~~~

Sometime around Umbridge’s reign of terror, 5th year, Hogwarts School of Witchcraft & Wizardry

With his arms folded, Draco casually reclined against the wall and he watched you write lines with Umbridge’s quill. He tried to keep a straight face but it was hard not to wince as he watched the words etch themselves onto your skin.

It seemed that Dolores Jane Umbridgde wasn’t really fond of you. In fact, he was certain she despised you just as much as Potter.

This was your third consecutive evening in detention and as a member of the inquisitorial squad, he was tasked with the duty of keeping an eye on you.

And while you did a moderately decent job of keeping a straight face through the searing sensations, he could sense that you were clearly in pain.

“Murtlap essence.” Draco said quietly and you dropped the quill and turned around to look at him. “It should help with the abrasions.”

“Why are you talking to me, Malfoy?”

Draco arched a brow at your question but internally, he too was pondering why he was talking to you.

Nobody talked to you.

You always spent most of your time scribbling furiously into what looked like a diary of some sort. You barely had any friends and most of his so-called friends were very upfront about their disdain for you and your muggleborn heritage.

“Why can’t I talk to you?” He finally asked, walking up to where you were seated.

“Are you asking me or are you asking yourself?” You quipped and went back to writing lines with that wretched quill. You always seemed so unbothered by everything.

A part of his brain was telling him to shut up and another part of his brain was trying to come up with a witty response just to impress you.

“I’m asking you.” He sighed in defeat before crouching down next to you to look at the gashes on your hand. “Why can I not talk to you?”

“Hm, let’s see..” You said with a bit more salt than you intended to. “Your Pure blood ideals that classify people like me as mudbloods, the prejudice, not to mention Umbitch who wouldn’t be very pleased to see you talk to me while I’m writing lines for her.”

His fingertips ghosted over your cuts, barely making contact with the blood as he contemplated running outside to look for some murtlap essence himself.

“Dont.” You winced when his skin made contact with the cuts. “Just don’t. I don’t need your pity.”

His eyes caught sight of yours as you pulled your hand away and he immediately felt uneasy at the sight of them. It was a kind of wistfulness, a type of yearning and nostalgia for something that never was. Something that never could be. And it somehow made him want it even more.

Draco lifted his hand, letting his fingers brush against your cheek and he heard you reflexively draw in a sharp breath.

He found himself leaning in to capture your lips in his but you hesitated.

“It wouldn’t be justifiable if something happened in between us.” You whispered, leaning an inch away from him. “It would be highly inconvenient for you if someone found out.”

“Then I guess, no one must know.” His voice was hoarse before he crashed his lips into yours.

How was he ever going to explain himself if anyone found out? His whole life, he was taught to be repelled by your kind. He was, however, anything but repelled.

He was swallowing all of the little whimpers that you made and he was revelling in the feel of your smooth skin underneath your shirt.

How was he ever going to justify the way he was slowly allowing his fingers to trace your inner thighs before pushing your panties aside to press his finger into your wetness.

Gods, the sounds you were making when he pushed a finger inside of you.

Why were you allowing him to touch you like this?

Hair tousled, shirt unbuttoned with your breasts falling out, legs spread open for him to see. For him to claim.

“Is this okay?” He asked before taking a slow lick up your soaked cunt and you raked your fingers into his hair and gripped hard as you nodded eagerly.

One taste of you and instantaneously forgot everything that was expected of him. It didn’t bother him what type of blood ran through your veins. The way he wanted to kneel and worship your pretty and wet cunt was more sacred than the entire bloody sacred twenty eight.

When he finally lined his hardened erection up against your entrance, he noticed that you had suddenly tensed. Your hesitation was notable in the way you tilted your head and stared at the floor like your life depended on it.

“What’s wrong?” He asked, using his index finger to tilt your face back to him. “Tell me, y/n. Do you want me to stop?”

That was the first time he’d used your given name and saying it made his ears turn hot.

“No—No I don’t want you to stop.” You whispered, still refusing to look at him. “It’s just that—I’ve never..”

How could he have been so dense?

The way you were digging your nails into his arms, your whimpers, and the way you winced when he pushed his fingers inside you should have told him that you were a virgin.

He caressed your cheeks slightly and dipped his head lower to press a kiss onto your forehead before backing away.

He didn’t want your first time to be with someone like him, during Umbridge’s detention of all places with your cuts still bleeding and seeping into the cotton of his white shirt.

“Draco don’t.” You whispered his given name softly and grabbed him by the arm before he had the chance to walk away. “Don’t go.”

“But y/n—”

You pulled him in and pressed your lips on his before he could reason with you.

He had the choice to walk away from you, from all this but he couldn’t bring himself to do it. It felt different with you.

He asked you one more time before lining himself up against you. And when you gave him a soft and breathy “yes”, he pushed.

Your walls clenched him in and you tried your best to repress your tearful whimper by biting down on the exposed part of his shoulder.

He made sure to be gentle with you when he made the first few thrusts.

Soon enough, your grip on his arms loosened. Your cries morphed into tiny little gasps and moans of his name and you began to kiss the same place you were previously biting.

And at that very moment he knew you had surrendered yourself to him.

Wholly. Completely. Entirely.

At the particular moment, you belonged to nobody but Draco Lucius Malfoy and he—

~~~

Present day, Pilgrim’s Inn, 9:27 Am

Draco, fixing you both a cup of coffee, stilled and snapped out of the flashback inside his mind when you let out a small grumble in your sleep and reached towards his side of the bed.

He couldn’t help but smile to himself when he noticed the visibly annoyed look on your sleepy face when all you felt were pillows and sheets.

As much he wanted to sit and watch you sleep like a mega creep, it seemed like a good time to wake you up.

~~~

He was still wearing the same trousers and black shirt from the previous night when your eyes fluttered open. Only this morning, the shirt was buttoned halfway, exposing most of his chest and torso. The sleeves had been rolled back and you felt your stomach twist into a knot at the sight of his dark mark.

It served as a constant reminder that you only really had three days with him.

Before you could delve deeper into your thoughts, Draco stood up and walked towards the bed with a ceramic mug filled to the brim with coffee causing your lips to twist into a grateful smile.

“Drink up.” He said as he sat down on the chair next to you. “We have a long day ahead of us.”

After a big gulp of the coffee, you put the mug on the bed side table and looked at him.

“We do?”

“Of course we do.” He motioned towards a turquoise box on top of the dresser, sounding giddy and excited. He almost sounded like the carefree and careless Draco you loved to hate from the first few years at school.

You quickly threw the duvet off your body and scurried towards the dresser; the floorboards of the inn creaked as you did so.

“What’s in the box?” You turned your head back to look at him.

Draco’s cheeks were flushed and he was watching you with darkened eyes. His firm grip on the mug made his knuckles turn pale and you only realized you were standing in front of him naked when you saw the growing bulge in his pants

You ignored your own blood rush to your cheeks while you unwrapped the box to see what he was so excited about.

It was an oxblood red dress, with the softest fabric you’d ever touched. Long flowy sleeves and a plunging neckline, it was strikingly gorgeous.

“A Dress Draco?” You raised a brow at him.

“For our very first date. And for later..” he smirked and you scanned the entire dresser to find an appropriate object to throw at him.

“That’s some way to ask a girl out and must you always think about sex?!” You accused even though you were thinking about it too and reached for a book he’d left on top of the dresser to throw at him.

Before launching the book his way, you paused to examine the book on your hand that read Advanced Potion Making by Libatius Borage. It was only then that you realized that more than half of the books he had in the inn were about potions and alchemy.

How could you have not realised? Potions was the only subject he really seemed to enjoy at school.

Even during the nights you spent together back in school, you’d prop yourself up on his bed, wrap a sheet carelessly around your bare body and watch him stay up late to work on his Potions homework.

You’d always encourage him towards a career in potion making and he’d smile wistfully at the idea before turning to look at the snake and skull tattoo on his forearm. With a vacant look in his otherwise mercurial eyes, he’d remind you that he would have liked that if the circumstances were different.

You dropped the book back on the desk and instantly flung yourself into his arms.

~~~~

When he felt you wrap your arms tightly around his torso, Draco stiffened.

The way you were holding him made it seem like you were already saying your goodbyes and he felt as if someone had repeatedly used the cruciatus curse on him. He couldn’t bring himself to think about his life without you in it.

He wasn’t ready.

Draco quickly sorted out his scrambled thoughts and placed his oculomancy walls up as high as he could.

“As sexy as you are naked, I’d very much like to see that dress on you.”

You slightly sniffled before walking back towards the dresser to slip the dress on. The way you struggled with the zipper was adorable to him and he helped you zip it up with a crooked grin on his face.

Considering the present situation, taking you outside of the inn was risky so he’d taken it upon himself to arrange a perfect little lunch at the inn itself. Complete with vintage wine, a lavish main course and a decadent dessert to top it all off.

Sure, it took another huge wad of muggle cash, and coaxing the owner but the look on your face when he fed you a spoonful of chocolate mousse was worth it.

He was going to be the best fucking boyfriend on the face of this planet even if it was only for three days.

Draco took your hand, kissed you on the knuckle, guided you to the table, pulled your chair out for you and tried his hardest to not stare at your cleavage for more than thirty seconds.

Thank Merlin for all of the etiquette training he had to undergo when he was younger!

~~~

The two of you didn't really get around making much progress on the rest of the items on Draco’s itinerary filled with cliched tripes like reading poetry to each other and slow dancing to a song playing on the vintage turntable in the far corner of the room.

You’d never taken him for a romantic but he was adamant on the idea of finding “your song” from the tracks on the record that was spinning round and round.

When the both of you finally stopped bickering and agreed on a song, he stood up in front of you and offered you his hand.

Fade into you. Strange you never knew…

The chorus went as he took the lead and swayed you slowly across the room, careful not to trip on furniture.

Both of you barely made it to the end of the song and you weren’t even surprised.

~~~

“Gods you really do look beautiful in this dress..” he let out a low growl when he stopped dancing to pin you against the mattress and attach his lips to the pulse point of your neck.

To his utter surprise, you wasted no time in yanking his belt buckle.

“I need you…Draco Lucius Malfoy.” You pleaded as you started to pump his length in your hand. “I need you now.”

Urgency was dripping through every syllable that left your lipstick smudged mouth. Arousal was seeping through the fabric of your panties and Draco was afraid he’d come just by watching you like that.

“Say it again..” he whispered as he attached his mouth to your firm nipple. “Please—y/n, just say my name like that again..”

“Draco…”

With no hesitation or remorse, he pried your legs apart and pushed his cock right where it belonged inside of you. The way your body reacted to the motion drove him insane.

He often questioned his place in the universe, it was a constant battle between light and dark, between right and wrong.

But with you, he always felt like he belonged.

“You’re going to make me come…Draco..”

He buried his face into your hair and continued to fuck you like there was no tomorrow.

It was never like this with anybody else for him. And it was never going to be.

“I love you.” You whispered as you succumbed to your orgasm, heedless of the way your words would affect him.

How could you say those words out loud so often and not care about the consequences that came along with it?

“Don’t be selfish..” He groaned, feeling his own high approaching at the sound of those words. “Don’t you dare…”

“I love you.” You moaned, louder this time. “I love—”

He silenced you with a kiss before you could say it again. The weight of those words were always too much for him. Especially when he knew he had less than seventy two hours with you.

Draco began to think about all those years of childish games and wasted time as strong stinging sensations prickled up on his skin.

First, at the pit of his stomach. Then, on his left forearm.

He’d been called upon.

~~~

“Do not leave this inn. You understand?” He warned as he quickly redressed. “I’ll have someone sent over to look after you.”

“I’ll be fine. I promise.” You protested as you wrapped the sheets around your body and got out of bed. “I don’t need a babysitter,Draco.”

His eyes darkened and his expressions hardened as he heard your words and you gulped when he stormed over to where you stood.

“Listen to me carefully.” He gripped hard onto your shoulders and shook you. “Stay put and only open the door if you hear three knocks.”

It took a second for you to let his words sink in but you slowly nodded.

His cold hands cupped either of your cheeks and his forehead pressed up against yours; desperate and frantic eyes stared back at you.

“I have one more thing on my itinerary for us.” He said, conjuring the best smile he could give you before leaning in to press a slow and soft kiss on your lips. “I’ll be back soon.”

You held onto his words, dressed yourself in one of his sweaters, paced back and forth in the room, made yourself a cup of strong black coffee and even read through his extensive collection of books.

After what seemed like an hour, you heard it. Three very precise knocks on your door.

Very anxiously, you opened the door to find a brunette boy giving you a Cheshire Cat kind of smile.

He casually leaned forward to squeeze you into a bone crushing hug as if you were a long lost family member and you scrunched up your nose, awkwardly hugging back.

“I believe a proper introduction is long overdue.” He said as he let go. “Theodore Nott.”

“I know who you are.” You mumbled as you stepped back to let him in. “I have seen you in class.”

“Great.” He smiled as his eyes danced around the room to look at the books, the coffee pot, the turntable and the remains of what used to be the dress Draco got you.

A bright pink flush swiped across your cheeks as Theo disapprovingly shook his head. “I know you both spent half of the day shagging but please tell me you managed to do at least five activities from the itinerary!”

“How do you know all this?”

“Because I had to unfortunately sit and watch him put the blasted itinerary together.” Theo sighed, as he poured himself a cup of coffee from the coffee pot before reaching for a tiny flask inside his jacket. “Occulumancy aside, Ferret is also rubbish at hiding things from me.”

You let out a snort when you remembered Draco the ferret.

After your laughter simmered down, Theo took a rather cautious step towards you before offering you his flask.

“Nothing happened between him and Pansy that day y/n.”

Your heart started to ache as your mind started recollecting that day. That goddamned day.

“And you’re telling me this now because?”

Theo sat down on the floor and patted the empty space next to him with a sad little smile on his face.

“Closure.”

(To be continued….)

~~~~~~

Part three preview:

The two of you laid peacefully next to each other one top of a picnic blanket he’d conjured, somewhere in the middle of a forest clearing

The stark black sky was littered with a million shimmering stars. Protective wards were in place and the air was saturated with the scent of pine wood and moss.

From across the blanket, Draco reached for your hand and gave it a little squeeze and you turned to your side to get a better view of him—his silver hair giving the moonlight a run for its money.

“Lyrids.” He smiled, pointing his index finger at the sky as meteors started falling from the sky, one after another…

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A very sleep deprived and delirious vi

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Typical Stark - Part 3

A/N: Part 3 of Typical Stark, I fell down the rabbit hole okay. Also this gif! Unf.

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Pairing: Tony Stark x Reader

Warnings: Tony feels, making out and light smut.

Word count: 1450ish... I couldn’t help it!

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The entire elevator ride down, your head was swimming with what had transpired just minutes ago; not that the elevator ride was long, just one floor below Tony’s penthouse. You stood in a corner far away from Tony, eyes fixed on the floor as you were confident that he could still convince you to spend the night if you’d meet his puppy brown eyes.

The tension was thick enough to be cut with a knife as Tony who had insisted on ‘dropping you home’ after making sure you were well fed post drinks.

He walked you to your bedroom door silently, though his mind was as equally loud as yours, hoping, praying you’d change your mind and invite him in, though not necessarily for sex, he didn’t want the date to end.

“Good night To—” momentarily your eyes went wide when you were met with Tony’s face just inches away before he crashed his lips against yours, taking you by surprise.

The kiss felt different, needier yet pleading, softer than the previous one at his place yet urgent. He held your face with one hand while his other slid around your waist to pull you flush against him, turning your insides to mush. Like an automated response, your arms went around his neck, his grin victoriously against your lips.

“We should sleep Tony.”

“Mhmm. My point exactly.”

“I meant in our separate bedrooms.”

You mumbled, lips still reluctant to let go. Tony’s reputation of being such a hit with the ladies becoming clearer, he was an addiction. An addiction you were safe from all these years but now found yourself willingly giving into.

Tony stopped after a few moments before his blood rushed to other regions that were demanding attention, his erratic heart threatening to beat out of his chest positive you could hear it as your foreheads touched and breaths mingled.

“I’ll see you Tony.” Giving him a little shove you turned the door knob, body flushed and mind still lingering on that little kissing session.

“When?” 

“Good night!” you stepped in and shut the door on Tony’s expectant face, grinning like an idiot knowing he was probably doing the same on the other side. 

.

Next morning the common area seemed unusually silent as you entered with some extra pep in your step after having a rare eight hour long sleep. 

Sundays normally meant breakfast with the team either takeout or a delicious spread prepared by the super soldiers however, this morning there wasn’t a soul in the kitchen and no food to satiate your grumbling tummy.

“FRIDAY where the hell is everybody?” You frowned, opening the refrigerator to get some orange juice. 

“Mr Stark has arranged a brunch for the team Miss (Y/L/N).”

“Oh he didn’t mention anything to me last night. Did he say where?” 

“Right here.” 

Tony’s voice made you jump and whip around to find him standing right behind you wearing his famous black tank top and sweats, hair a glorious mess, features relaxed and happy. 

“So I’m guessing you sent the team away to make out with me some more?” 

You questioned, grabbing a glass and pouring some juice in it before leaning against the breakfast counter. 

“A part of me did, yes. But that’s not the whole reason. I wanted to make you breakfast without having to share my awesome cooking skills with the team.” 

Tony admitted, scratching the back of his neck sheepishly before gesturing to the array of ingredients laid out neatly on the opposite counter. 

The gesture was so touching and sweet, and so Tony. To say your heart didn’t actually flutter at that would be a lie. You felt proud to have brought out this side of Tony’s that nobody ever got to see. 

“I think this is the sweetest thing anyone’s ever done for me.” 

“Well it’s not all for you. I’m starving too.” Tony smirked and sauntered over to the cabinets collecting things he would need before you gulped the rest of your juice and joined his side.

“Do you want me to help you?” 

“Considering I only know how to make omelettes, I would say yes please.” 

He leaned in, almost a shy smile on his lips as he placed his hand on your waist and kissed your temple. The simple act made you blush, the whole domesticity of the situation unfamiliar and yet so right. You boldly went for his lips right after but Tony backed away making you frown. 

“Miss (Y/L/N) I’m trying to prepare a meal here, are you trying to take advantage of me?” 

“Well not anymore.” You mumbled, faking dejection.

The omelettes were watery and under seasoned however you didn’t have the heart to point it out especially when Tony watched you take the first bite with such earnest eyes, it made you wonder if he was the same guy so notoriously famous for being a narcissistic playboy.

After clearing your plates you placed them in the washer, soon to be joined by the man who had held himself back while you ate, while you walked into his apartment the night before, when you kissed for the first time and the time he’d followed you back to your place. 

Tony had you caged in between his body and the counter, his crotch pressed up shamelessly against you, arousal quite evident against your butt as his fingers teased the bottom of your sleep shirt, his breath hot and shallow on your cheek. 

At this point you wanted him as much as he wanted you. Discarding your top somewhere Tony groaned when he found you without a bra almost making you impatient to know what his reaction would be once he found out you were commando as well. 

“So gorgeous.” 

His hands roamed everywhere, his touch sending your senses into overdrive as your own hands weaved behind to pull on his hair while he nibbled on your earlobe, kneading your breasts and pinching your hardened buds.

Travelling south, his fingers lingered over the waistband of your shorts a second before slipping in, an involuntary ‘fuck’ escaping his lips when he was met with your mound instead of panties. 

“You’re killing me sweetheart.” 

Your head rolled back on his shoulder as his fingers stroked your folds, testing and teasing before finding your bundle of nerves, your hips pressing forward, desperate for more friction as you whined. 

You gripped the counter till your knuckles turned white, holding on for dear life as Tony rubbed lazy circles against your clit, knowing exactly how to drive you insane, your breathy pants and whined music to his ears. 

“Tony...don’t be a fucking tease.” You whispered, turning your face to steal a kiss but he wasn’t having it, instead he bit your shoulder, his expert fingers picking up their pace granting your wish.

Your pornographic moan filled the empty kitchen when he dipped a finger inside your slick, soon joined by a second, massaging your walls and stretching you out all while marking your neck with hickeys, bringing you closer to orgasm with every plunge and every brush against your clit. 

Knees threatened to buckle as the familiar coil inside your belly tightened, eyes shut in pleasure, you were sure if Tony hadn’t held you up against his body you would’ve sunk to the floor. 

“Cum for me baby. I got you.” He groaned, lips pressed against your ear, rubbing tight circles with his thumb while his fingers found the spot inside your walls that had you screaming profanities, insides turned to jelly and the coil snapped as you came hard. He kept stroking your walls to prolong your high, his erection poking at your behind. 

Blood rushed to your cheeks as you opened your eyes, legs still trembling as you watched Tony lick his fingers clean, something so dirty yet sexy about it. 

Facing him fully, your fingers grazed over his tent lightly, a little wet stain on his sweats from pre cum letting you know he was commando as well. Ghosting your fingers over the waistband you watched Tony’s eyes flutter shut, instead of finishing him off, you decided to tease him.

You didn’t bother to put your shirt back on as you strolled away from the man, leaving him utterly perplexed. 

“Where do you think you’re going?” 

“Shower.” 

“Am I invited?” 

You simply hummed in response, chuckling to yourself when you heard Tony’s footsteps running across the floor to catch up. 

Check out Part 1 and Part 2 here! 

[the-black-birb]

Bet? [Miya Atsumu x Reader]

Summary: Miya Atsumu never losses a bet. Or: At first he was in it for the sex until he found himself honestly falling for you.

Warnings: smut, virginity loss, plenty of plot to go along with it

A/N: since this is my first nsfw piece, I’m writing about times. Haha. Get it? Anyways. Here we go!

Miya Atsumu, with his suave smile and screaming fangirls, was the last person you’d think to be a college virgin. 

His ego was large enough to make up for any of his other shortcomings, boasting the pride of prepping to be a professional athlete as well as a full-time college student. No one doubted that he’d snogged countless fans or taken especially eager girls to back closets for fun, but what seemed to have slipped past them was his dedication to volleyball, always.

So dedicated, he didn’t even have the time for a serious girlfriend.

Miya Atsumu, playboy of the year, was a virgin. But he’d raise all hell if he let anyone around him find out. So when his team went out for dinner after a particularly brutal victory, Atsumu was happy to get in on all the locker room talk. He was sure he could keep up this facade.

Yet somehow, it spiraled into a competition. Although Atsumu had never been one to be invited to sleepovers or highschool parties, far too busy practicing with his team, he imagined it felt something like this.

“So,” one of the wing spikers started. “How old were you all when you lost your virginity?” The men around him laughed it off, ready to tell stories of their (awkward) first times. Each took their turn, wanting to be the youngest or the one with the best tale to tale. And then, all eyes fell on Atsumu.

Atsumu was a great liar, really. But the bar was loud and he felt the eyes of his teammates like ants on his skin and while he was confident in volleyball there was little he knew about this and Atsumu could not bring himself to do anything but sit there and stare aimlessly. The team waited for an answer.

Finally, their starting setter, who had undoubtedly been chosen based on seniority alone, broke out into laughter. “He’s a virgin!” he realized. “Miya Atsumu is a virgin!” The whole table broke out into rancorous laughter. There wasn’t truly anything bad about being a college virgin, a few on the team had admitted to it before Atsumu. But his attitude of control and snarky attitude on the court had everyone waiting to find something just one thing they could tease Miya Atsumu about. 

“I could fuck anyone if I wanted to!” was his quick reply, thinking back to all the girls cheering his names in the stands (and the boys who’d give him a slap on the ass to say “good job”). Surely, he could give up his virginity in an instant, if he put his mind to it.

“Oh, yeah?” It was a middle blocker speaking now, one who Atsumu had the (dis)pleasure of sharing a few classes with. “Even that girl in calc...the one who does all the group projects on her own and everything…”

Atsumu knew immediately who he was talking about. Y/N L/N. You were basically a genius, always getting the highest marks and never taking a moment to wait for those around you to catch up. He’d never even spoken to you. But right now, his pride was on the line.

“Pfft,” he forced a chuckle. “Easy.”

The table erupted into booming laughter again, at Atsumu’s declaration, but quickly quieted down as the senior setter leaned forward with a wager. “Then have sex with her,” he smirks. “Before the next game.”

Atsumu raised an eyebrow. “What do I get out of it?” Aside from the loss of his v-card, of course.

“I’ll ask coach to make you the starting setter.” A hush fell on the table as if a ghost had passed through. “But if you lose, you join as a wing spiker.”

Atsumu gulped down his fears. He was never one to back down on a bet. Besides, the only reason he was a virgin still was because of volleyball. Might as well gain something from it.

He pushed his hand forward, shaking the senior setter’s firmly.

“Deal.”

***

“Could you tutor me?”

Miya Atsumu wasn’t stupid. He’d never been in a serious relationship, but he knew if he asked one of his fangirls to sneak off with him they’d do it in a heartbeat. He knew he could probably find at least one girl within a mile radius who wanted to have sex with him and flirt his way to her bed.

But you weren’t just any girl.

As much as he dreaded school, Atsumu was painfully observant of the people around him. He’d noticed you before, in class and occasionally at games. You kept to yourself without anyone to talk to you, but on the occasion, he’d seen you with friends you shined brighter than any of them. It made him breathless.

Still, he knew you wouldn’t be easy. In group projects, you’d always been devilish with your expectations, dishing out jobs to everyone in an instant and critiquing their work for the best results (this quality shamefully reminded Atsumu of himself, but he’d never mentioned it).

Frankly, he was at a loss of how to get to your bed. But he knew he needed to start by talking to you, and that you’d shut down any friendly flirtation he started with. So he did something more direct. He theorized even if you weren’t keen, you were kind enough not to shut him down completely and hopefully that’d be his chance to talk with you more. But what he hadn’t calculated was your response.

“Atsumu, right? What do you need help with?”

Huh?

You hadn’t even hesitated to agree, looking up at him expectantly.

“Uh...deriving complex functions?” He thinks that’s what they’re doing in class.

You place a hand to your chin, nodding as if you were deep in thought. “Yeah, that’s pretty tough,” you agree, thinking. “I’m free after six tonight, meet me at the library?” you ask him directly.

For once in his life, Miya Atsumu is frozen. “Uh, sure?”

“Cool, give me your number in case something comes up,” you said nonchalantly, grabbing your phone. Before he could even process what was happening, he’d put his number in your phone and you were walking away from him, bidding him a friendly “see you later.”

As he watched your figure get smaller, he was reminded of all the cold comments he’d heard about how difficult you were to approach and the nicknames people said behind your back. He stifled a laugh.

Atsumu wondered if they’d even spoke to you.

***

You here?

It was the first thing Atsumu had texted you once he got your number. He didn’t come to the library often, far more concerned with practice than studying, but as he sat to get out his work from earlier he realized it was actually quite calming. Compared to the loud and irritating bar from days earlier, Atsumu was certain he preferred this.

Sorry, was out with friends. Be there in a few!

He grumbled when he saw his phone. Maybe it couldn’t be helped, but you could’ve at least had the decency to text him earlier, right? Slowly Atsumu felt himself spiraling, his bad habit of finding the negative in just about everything sneaking up his back.

But all his qualms were forgotten when you walked through the doors.

He supposed he’d only ever seen you in class and at a few volleyball games. He quicked up quickly that you were a creature of comfort, preferring a pair of loose sweatpants to anything else. Yet you walked through the door fresh from a night out with friends with your hair done up and a pair of flattering slacks clinging to your waist (and a bit further south as well but Atsumu wasn’t ready to mention that, yet).

“Miya?” He was broken from his trance by your voice, which had a playful lilt to it he’d never quite noticed before.

“Just call me Atsumu,” he heard himself saying out of habit. Even without Osamu at his side in college, Atsumu was never really comfortable being called by his family name. It just wasn’t normal. Still, his cheeks flared up as he worried you’d see it as flirtations instead and be scared off.

“I-”

“Sure thing, Atsumu,” you agreed without hesitation. Oh. All of Atsumu’s nerves were on edge. Nothing to worry about, huh? He quite liked how his name sounded on your lips. He could listen to it on repeat for days, probably.

Snapping him out of his trance, you were quick to get to business. Although Atsumu came with ulterior motives, you were an incredible help. Your notes were neat and easy to understand, but whatever he stumbled on you still found ways to re-word so they’d make sense. He could practically feel all the wheels in his head turning when you spoke like he was in the middle of an intense volley trying to figure out what came next.

Actually, you made it kind of fun.

Before he realized, an hour had elapsed and he felt his eyelids drooping. It wasn’t often that Atsumu used his brain that intensely without break, and he could feel his focus starting to waver. But you’d made it so easy to focus, he’d easily lost track of time.

You let out a sigh next to him. “That’s enough for today,” you determined, shutting your notebook. “Seeing as we have a quiz next class, I can meet again to tutor the night before if you’d like? Just keep doing the practice I showed you and we can do some review.” You had everything planned out in your mind already.

Atsumu let his head hit the table in exhaustion. Although normally he’d have a snarky comment for anyone who dared tease him, he let your laughter ease over him like a blanket. It was music to his ears.

“Get better and it won’t be so tiring,” you assured him, patting his shoulder. Before he could agree or disagree with anything you’d asked him, you had one foot out the door. “See you Wednesday at six,” you bid him goodbye (though Atsumu swore it sounded more like an order).

He grumbled against the table once again, quick to back up his notebook. There was still practice, after all.

While Atsumu found himself more tired than usual at practice, having already used his mind plenty, it was enthralling. The quips of his teammates, asking if it was some hot banging that had tired him out, fell on deaf ears. He could only think about how you’d managed to make calculus of all things sound interesting and the smell of your perfume whenever you bent close to him. Sure, your expectations for him were evident but he wouldn’t have it any other way. He wondered how anyone could have called you ‘cold.’

***

Your next tutoring session went fairly standard. True to your word, you checked over the review and prepped for your exam the next day. While you harshly pointed out Atsumu’s repeated mistakes, you gave him insightful tips and tricks to help him fix them in the same breath. You were definitely a genius, he determined.

But he’d also realized he was getting nowhere with these tutoring sessions. Your company was surprisingly relaxing in the midst of his long days and he was delighted at the playful jokes you always managed to slip in, but there were no sparks and his next game was drawing nearer. The word wing spiker loomed over his head like a curse.

He had to do something to change this.

“Would you want to grab coffee with me?” he found himself asking as you packed your bag. For a moment you looked at him dumbfounded, trying to figure out if he was serious.

“Are you asking me on a date?” you tease, no fear of misunderstanding the situation. As usual, Atsumu was shaken to his core by your forwardness. He thought he was honest. But he was certain now was the time to back down.

“If I am, would you say yes?” he flirts back, praying you can’t see the sweat dripping down his neck. There was something electric and unnerving about your smile, seemingly unhindered.

“The Miya Atsumu…” you put on a face like you’re deep in thought, but you’re already sure of your answer. “Sure,” you grin. “Text me the details.” Before he even has the chance to celebrate, you’re gone.

The next day, Atsumu got his highest grade on a quiz since grade school (he wasn’t stupid, really, just very average with school). Even when he got stuck on questions, he’d visualize your mechanical pencil (you’d covered it in stickers) gliding across his page and the sound of your voice, explaining each problem patiently and easily. Then, he’d know what to do.

He texted you a thank you with a flurry of emojis, supremely grateful for your help. Soon, he’s pulling on his nicest pair of jeans for his casual date with you, brimming with energy. Atsumu was so excited he could just kiss you.

That is until he was sitting in front of you in the cafe, realizing he’d never talked to you about anything but calculus. And now that he had his breakthrough and secured a date, he was hopeless. He had no idea where to start. So, always quite shallow, he broke the ice by saying what was on his mind.

“Why’d you agree to tutor me?” For a moment, he wonders if you’ll get offended by the question before he’s reminded of all your rude comments about his mathematical prowess. He was certain you had tougher skin than that. “I mean, I sort of asked you out of the blue. Don’t you want money? Food?”

He expects you to take a while to answer since you seem like the person to have calculated reasons behind all your actions, but your answer is almost immediate.

“Is it not enough to just want company?” you wonder, completely unabashed. Atsumu almost blushes for you, before you think for a moment and find you stumbling over your words. It’s the first time he’s heard you sound unsure of yourself and he ingrains the moment of vulnerability into his mind like a movie he’ll play one day. He never wants to forget the sight of your lightly flushed cheeks, eyes scattering to break contact with him.

“W-What I mean is,” you interrupt yourself. “I hear people talk and I know my reputation. I get focused on work and people get scared away...” Atsumu knows that feeling. “I guess I was just over eager that someone would approach me. Is that weird?”

Ah. Atsumu thinks. This is my chance.

He bends forward, his hand brushing against yours, and greets you with a practiced smile. It’s the sort of smirk that is sneaky enough to have any girl squealing, but sincere enough not to scare you away. “Not at all, doll,” he promises, voice like honey.

Mentally, Atsumu congratulates himself for the smooth delivery, sure that he’ll have you in his arms in no time. Instead, you start laughing at him.

“Do not call me that!” you exclaim, tears bursting from the corners of your eyes. “What do you think this is, the 1950s? [Y/N] will do, yeah?” Your hands reach up to wipe your eyes and the entire atmosphere Atsumu worked to create is lost (although secretly, he prefers that honest and straightforward attitude you replace it with) and he’s left staring at you blankly.

“Why’d you ask in the first place?” you wonder, looking sufficiently amused.

Because I want to have sex with you.

Atsumu finds himself attacked by his own thoughts. It’s not that he wants to, of course. It’s just that he was dared to and he can’t lose the bet. But, wouldn’t it be more enjoyable if he wanted to? Of course, he could want to. But he thinks to get there he’d need to be terribly emotionally invested and he’s barely even had a girlfriend and you’re definitely too perfect for him and-

“Atsumu?” You’re smiling up at him, eyebrows raised. “Did I manage to leave you, who never shuts up,” He wants to tell you that you’re wrong but he knows you’re not and you won’t hesitate to remind him of that. “Speechless?”

He can’t let you catch on, Atsumu tells himself. “I’m bad at calculus and you’re good,” he decides is a good lie. Straightforward and true, just like you. “Is that not enough?” You huff, leaning back in your seat.

“Touche.”

Although your date had started off awkward and tense, Atsumu felt the relief of being entirely comfortable talking to you. He got lost in your quick wit and electric eyes, losing track of the conversation and letting himself get immersed entirely in you. Before he knew it, your phone was going off.

“Shit!” you rushed to turn it off. “I’ve got class in ten.” You were quick to grab your bag and head out, and Atsumu felt his stomach drop, wishing he’d said something. Yet just as quickly you were turning on your heal, an unfamiliar shakiness in your voice, as you bent down to plant on Atsumu’s cheek.

“Same time next week?” you asked, eyes sparkling.

Atsumu felt an unfamiliar tightness in his chest as he smiled back at you. “Wouldn’t miss it for the world.”

***

In the blink of an eye, you became a surprisingly regular part of Miya Atsumu’s daily life. He’d sit next to you in calculus and on days you didn’t have calculus he’ get coffee with you. Every day you were there next to him, smiling fearlessly. He wasn’t entirely sure what had happened to your untouchable reputation, but he’d never hesitated to be beside you.

For two weeks this had gone on, your strange friendship that sprung up out of nowhere raging strong. But Atsumu’s next game was soon and he felt the pressure. Yet he knew, no matter what, he didn’t want to ruin what he had going with you. Maybe, it was even worth being wing spiker for a season.

“Could I come to the match tomorrow?” you asked as you were getting ready to leave one day. Atsumu almost choked on his coffee, not prepared for such a bold question. He wanted to ask you who you were asking him as: a volleyball fan, a friend or… a partner?

He shooed the thought from his head. Although both of you called these coffee outings “dates,” they’d never ended with anything more than him walking you him and a kiss on the cheek outside the door to your apartment. You were far from dating.

“Sure, why not?” he responded, pretending to keep his cool. But would you like him less when you realized he was benched? Why did you even want to go?

“It’s raining,” you moaned, distracted from Atsumu’s response. He looked to your (lovely) legs to see you were wearing shorts and converse, definitely not ideal for this weather.

“I’ll drive you home,” he offered, keen on showing off his new car. He’d already sent you a photo of it, of course (a selfie, actually. He looked quite stunning) but he still wanted to show you in person. Soon, you were next to him in the passenger seat, looking at the road ahead.

You made normal small talk, but Atsumu noticed your hand seemed to be wondering closer to the area between you two. He ignored it.

When you reached your apartment, he walked you in like normal. He waved hello to the person at the security desk, they were familiar with him at this point. Finally, the two of you reached the doormat. It always felt to him like a save point in a game before a boss. He just couldn’t seem to get past it and into your apartment.

But when he noticed you wore a different lip gloss than usual and a new perfume, he thought maybe today could be the day. He swallowed, rolling his shoulders back. He’d make his move for sure. Breathing in, he readied his mind for what he’d say to you, wondering what kind of flirting could make you break.

“Kiss me.”

Huh.

“Atsumu,” you looked up at him, eyes demanding. “Kiss me.”

When he first started talking to you, occasionally you’d say something that caught him so off guard he’d freeze up and have no idea what to do. But kissing wasn’t sex, and Atsumu knew he could win in a battle of the lips. Before you could even fully open your door, he’d close the space between you two.

He didn’t take a moment to question why you asked him, instead silently praying you felt the same pull to him that he did to you. The kiss was desperate and long-awaited. As soon as he was in the apartment you were closing the door behind him and letting him press you up against him.

Desperately, Atsumu wanted to feel all of you. He gripped his hands around your waist and sucked at your lips, begging to be closer to you. It was intense and passionate and everything he’d ever dreamed of.

The two of you were a mess of sweat and pent up tension, but somehow you made it to your bedroom. Your hands searched over Atsumu, wanting to feel the expanse of his toned body and broad shoulders. You could feel him getting excited against you, edging him on by grind against him. More you called out. You wanted to feel more of him, all of him.

And then he froze.

You looked up to him, confused. “Are you okay, Atsumu?” you pulled away from him immediately, scared that you’d set something off. Instead, you reached out to grab his hand in yours, squeezing it gently. “We can stop if this is too fast,” you assured him. While you’d been getting impatient waiting for him to make a move, the last thing you wanted was for him to be uncomfortable with you.

“I’m fine,” he promised you, but his eyes said differently. His pupils were blown out and his eyes wide but he looked downright scared. You breathed out, not yet sure how to comfort him. Instead, you took in all the things you knew about him, coolly trying to wonder what could be bothering him.

“Is this going to lead to sex?” he asked you, sitting on your bed with his clothes riled up and his face looking very thoroughly kissed. You wanted to laugh, looking at his swollen red lips and the clueless expression on his face because the answer would be clear to anyone else, but Atsumu kept surprising you. Still, you knew better than to make fun of him. It was very clear he was trusting himself to you.

“If you want it to you,” you answer, squeezing his hand reassuringly. “But it doesn’t have to.”

There’s a nervousness in Atsumu’s eyes that you were unfamiliar with. It was different than the frustration that built up when he didn’t understand math, or the shyness he tried to hide whenever he’d flirt with you. It was the realization that if he wanted whatever was between the two of you to go anywhere, he had to come clean now.

“I asked you to tutor me because my seniors on the volleyball team dared me to have sex with you!” he burst, folding in on himself.

For a moment you thought you could feel your heartbreaking because you couldn’t believe you’d let yourself get tricked. But naively, you prayed that maybe his feelings still rang true, reminding yourself of all the coffee dates and late nights studying. That worth more than just a dare, you hoped.

“But I asked you on the coffee date because I like you! I sat next to you in calculus because I like you and I don’t care what people say about you!” Atsumu declared, face burning red.

You knew there was a lot that could get under Miya Atsumu’s skin. You’d been to a few practice volleyball games where he played and seen his short fuse first hand, but still, you found yourself surprised and relieved by his words. Atsumu was, if nothing else, straight forward. Even though he’d had different motives, you knew he still worked hard to get better at calculus. You knew how his face lit up whenever you walked into the cafe and the most common emojis he used when he texted. You had no doubt behind his words now.

“So,” you start teasingly, tracing circles around his shoulder. “Does that make you a virgin?” The way your voice dropped, eyes looking promisingly at Atsumu like he was about to be devoured, had him straining against his pants.

“Yeah,” he admitted, pupils blown out for a whole new reason.

You slid yourself over him, letting your self straddle his hips. Your fingers continued to trace his chest, appreciating all the time he spent training. Excruciatingly slowly, you bent forward to whisper against his ear. “Let’s change that tonight, yeah?”

That was enough for Atsumu.

For a virgin, he was surprisingly dominating while you made out. Atsumu brought his mouth to yours once again, quick to bite at your lips. His hands came up to knead your ass, large and strong. I’ve been waiting to do that, Atsumu thought, picturing your slacks from the first time you tutored him. He always did love to see you walk away.

Soon, he got bored with your lips and found himself peppering kissing across your jawline and traveling across your neck. As he got to the crook between your should and neck he heard your breath hitch. Perfect. 

Mercilessly, he nipped and sucked at the spot. As much as you tried to keep down your moans, you felt them bubbling up in your chest.

“You know…” you told him breathlessly. “For someone who’s never had sex you’re awfully good at this.”

Atsumu scoffed in response. “I’m a virgin, not a celibate,” he explained, before going after your neck again. You threw your head back in pleasure, giving him easier access. You wondered what else he could do with his mouth.

His pursuit of learning about your entire body continued, one hand leaving your ass to grope your breasts. He reached his hand up and under your shirt, sending shocks straight to your core as his calloused fingers brushed over your skin. Finally, palm landed on your breast, feeling it enthusiastically. You could hear him sigh as he did it, surely having played this moment over in his mind time after time.

You wanted to enjoy it, really, but there was only so much you could handle. “It’s not a balloon!” you laughed, swatting his hand away.

“Hey, I was busy with that,” Atsumu teased but brought his hand away regardless. He held onto your hips, instead, watching as you rid yourself of your shirt and bra. He watched you with a calculating eye, trying to learn more, to be better.

“Like this,” you told him, dragging his hand to your breast again. You had him pressing feather-light touches to you. “Gentle,” you whispered, letting yourself get lost in the sensation. He took your directions carefully, bringing both of his hands up to take in your chest. He was more careful now, experimenting. He ghosted his thumb over your nipple, watching how your body shivered in response.

Atsumu was completely in tune with your every reaction and quickly understood how sensitive you’d become from this slow grueling pace. All he’d done was play with your nipples, switching between light ghosts of touches and rougher swipes with the pads of his fingers, but he could already feel you grinding against him.

Unable to hold back, he finally broke his concentrated silence, letting a groan out into your shoulder.

“Right,” you noticed, looking down. “You probably want to take care of that?” As if teasing him, you rolled your hips against his bulge again. His grip around your waist tightened.

Atsumu started to protest. “But-”

“No buts!” you cut him off. “I’m gonna make you feel good, okay?” you promised, eyes unwavering.

This was even better than his dreams.

“Whatever you say, [Y/N],” he breathed out, letting you get up so your hands could work at his belt.

“Call me doll,” you muttered, unzipping his jeans and pulling them down. Although he was still in his boxers, you went to your own shorts first, pulling them down eagerly.

Atsumu twitched. “What is this,” he drawled. “The 1950s?” It felt good to have the upper hand for once.

“Throw me a bone here, you won’t even take your own clothes off,” you whined, pulling at his shirt. He helped you along the way, getting it over his head. Finally, you pulled his boxers off, letting his erection stand tall and proud for all to see.

You gulped at the sight of it. His length was average, but it was quite girthy with an intimidating tilt to it. How many fingers is that? You wondered.

“Impressive?” Atsumu asked when he noticed your wide eyes. The only people he’d ever really compared himself to were porn stars and his brother so truly he had no idea if he was packing, but he’d let you do the talking tomorrow.

But you were quick to wipe the wonderous expression of your face. “In your dreams,” you bit back, going to grab a condom.

“In your nightstand?” Atsumu said incredulously. You rolled your eyes.

“Where else?”

Touche.

You started to unpack the condom and roll it over his member, eager to get the show on the road, but Atsumu found himself grabbing your wrists. “What about you?” he asked. “I mean…” Atsumu was never one to admit to his shortcomings, but there was something pretty clear here. You had more experience than him. “Don’t you want to feel good, too?”

If your pace was too fast, you’d probably get left high and dry while Atsumu chased his orgasm. “Couldn’t I…” he gestured with his hands, pushing two fingers forward. “Help you out?”

You chuckled. “Love if you’ve never fingered a girl before I’m not becoming your test subject,” you quipped, Atsumu grumbling below you. What was the point if you didn’t both enjoy yourselves? “But…” you traced his jawline. “I can show you how I do it next time. Teach you how I like it?”

Atsumu smirked, pulling you down to the bed with him and rolling over you so he could linger over you. He pressed a chaste kiss to your lips, sweet and so unlike him. “Sounds perfect, doll,” he whispered against your lips.

You gulped. For someone so inexperienced, there was an intensity to his eyes that went unmatched by anyone else. Even when you had been the one guiding him along, you felt his eyes drinking all of you up. He was truly beautiful, leaning over you in all his glory. You could get used to that sight.

“Is…” he cleared his throat. “Is it okay if I put it in?” he asked, reminding you both that he was still unsure of himself.

“Yeah,” you assured, reaching up to grab his hand. “Take it slow.”

He did, Excruciatingly. You felt his tip enter you curiously, already stretching you out so well. Atsumu entered you in a way that you felt every single millimeter. You yearned for him to get closer, to fill you better.

“More,” you whined out.

Atsumu smirked at you, his face screaming I win. “What’s that, doll?” You groaned, rolling your head back. “You wanted me to take it slow?” he taunted.

“Fuck me like you mean it, Atsumu!” you snapped, pushing your hips up to meet his. You sighed at the feeling as he finally bottomed out. But Atsumu didn’t take your challenge lightly, not letting up. He pulled back out of you, only to snap his hips back. You had no time to get used to his size, not with the brutal pace he was setting.

Soon, you were a mess. While you were fairly sure Atsumu was simply his own release, he made you feel so damn good while doing it. His strong hips pushed back into you ruthlessly, hitting you deep and well. Your arms wrapped around his back, nails pressing into his shoulders.

“You like that, doll?” he asked through his own groans. He’d done his best to hold them back, but the feeling of you surrounding every single inch of him was simply too much. You felt too good.

“Yeah baby,” you urged him on. “You’re doing so well. You’re fucking me so well.” Your nails gripped into him, scratching at his back. But it only had him pushing harder into you, feeding into your praise. He was the one wrecking you like this.

Yet Atsumu lost track of his inhibitions and quickly found himself feeling a familiar coil in his stomach. He didn’t want this to end yet. He wanted to feel more of you, all of you. He let out a loud moan, trying to hold back.

“It’s alright,” you assured him. “There’ll be time to do more. Let go.” It angered him that you had the energy to soothe him while he was trying to fuck you silly, but that only encouraged him to push harder. Through your own moans, you found it in you to whisper to him. “Please, Atsumu. Cum for me.”

He couldn’t hold back anymore. His hands grabbed your hips, surely tight enough to leave bruises, and snapped forward, pushing all of himself into you. He came into the condom in hot streams, breathing heavily.

“I’ve never orgasmed like that,” he admitted, finally slipping out of you. You whimpered a bit at the feeling of being empty, before taking the semen-filled condom out of you.

“Ew,” the two of you said in unison, before laughing at one another.

Even though you’d just been thoroughly fucked and he felt like he’d ran a marathon, Atsumu bathed in the feeling of complete trust he had when he was beside you. It was incredible.

“I could sleep for days,” Atsumu sighed, collapsing on your bed. You laughed at him, pulling on a nightshirt.

“Hey, don’t cover the view!” he teased, wrapping an arm around your waist as you joined him. As if he didn’t stare at it long enough to etch it into his mind.

“You have a match tomorrow,” you reminded him. “Gotta laugh in your teammates’ face for that dumbass dare, so you can only sleep for one night.” You snuggled up against Atsumu, letting his warmth wash over the best of you.

You were too tired to really process the surprised in Atsumu’s voice when he agreed with you, too busy drifting off to sleep.

***

The match came without fail. Atsumu didn’t mention anything to his teammates as you gave him a kiss good luck before he entered the gym. You had proudly donned his jersey, ready to support him from the stands. But if that wasn’t enough, the scratch marks all across Atsumu’s back were enough to thoroughly shut up any doubts his teammates had about the night prior.

Atsumu was the setter for the whole game.

[xx-thedarklord-xx]

Marked Reality

Harry had never been one for following the rules. Whether that was petty spitefulness from constantly having to listen to the Dursley’s, he wasn’t sure. So, when Dumbledore wanted him to go through the Ministry fireplace after Sirius’ death, he didn’t listen.

What was the point?

If he went through, Harry knew he’d do something he’d regret. The leftover rage from Voldemort possessing him was just as strong as the crippling grief that tore apart his emotions. If he entered Dumbledore’s office things wouldn’t end well, he’d probably break something.

As Harry walked back through the Ministry, retracing his steps from earlier in the night, all he could see was Sirius falling through the veil. Guilt clawed at his throat with each passing second.

It was his fault. All his fault.

Sirius wouldn’t have been there if Harry hadn’t been stupid enough to fall for Voldemort’s tricks.

“You aren’t supposed to be in here.”

Harry’s head lifted automatically but his mind was elsewhere. He barely registered the words at all.

“Do I need to get my manager?” The man asked, nose lifted in the air in some kind of snub as he looked up and down at Harry’s torn, tattered and scorched robes.

“No,” Harry shook his head. Fighting was the last thing he felt like doing. He just wanted to curl up in a ball and cry, not argue with some snooty employee.

“I was just leaving.”

“See that you do.” The statement was accompanied by arms folded and narrowed eyes. It was a good thing the employee didn’t work in customer service.

On his way out, Harry paid more attention to his surroundings and noticed a display of glowing orbs. There was a glaringly large and ostentatious sign that read, ‘Do not touch’, which only made him that much more curious.

Each orb glowed brightly with different colours. Some were dark and cloudy while others glitched and stuttered into many different colours. There was one in particular that drew his attention; a small orb shoved into the corner, almost as an afterthought, changed colours so rapidly that Harry couldn’t decipher them all.

There was something about the orb that made Harry want to touch it, the sign be damned. But he had more self-discipline than that.

Just as he turned to walk away, a soft whisper had his head snapping back toward the display. What had previously been a rainbow of colours was now a swirling dark black. The whispers grew louder but no less inaudible than before. The desire to touch the orb was back but so was a sensibility warning him not to. Something wasn’t right about the orb, something sinister lurked below, he just knew it.

One step back. That’s all it took before the whispers changed. Harry froze, mind blanking as his mind was once again filled with the image of Sirius falling through the veil. Only the memory of the voices that only he could hear were loud… just as loud as the whispers coming from the orb. The exact same voices.

Sirius.

Was that it? Was the orb somehow connected to the veil?

His hands moved involuntarily, fingers closing the distance and ghosting near the glass surface but not quite touching.

A glance toward the sign coincided with a loud, “Don’t touch that!”

Too late. He never did like to follow the rules.

With a much stronger grip than intended, Harry held onto the orb as the world grew dark and his consciousness slipped into nothing. ——————- A hard poke to the face was the first thing he felt, but Harry’s energy had depleted to the point that he didn’t really mind the pain.

“Do you think he’s dead?”

The familiar drawl had his muscles freezing as his mind blanked.

“I would hope not,” the sound of Lucius’ voice angered him. He had thought the Ministry arrested Lucius. What was he doing free? “Who knows when the last time this place has been cleaned.”

“Who do you think he is?” Malfoy asked. “Kind of looks like a Muggle.”

What? What were they playing at?

“I’ve seen Muggles dress better.”

If it hadn’t been an insult directed at him, Harry might have snorted.

“Oi!” Another jab to his face. “Wake up.”

“Draco, where are your manors?”

“Sorry, father.” There was a small moment of silence before a harder jab to his face had Harry wanting to hex Malfoy. “Please wake up.”

That did cause him to snort as he opened his eyes, struggling to sit up.

“Oh,” Malfoy breathed, far too close to Harry’s face. “He’s pretty.”

Harry glared, unable to help it.

“What?” That didn’t sound like Malfoy at all. Was it really him?

Malfoy arched a brow. “Don’t know how to take a compliment? I could have called you an ugly cow but I didn’t, did I?”

Oh. Harry relaxed. That sounded a lot more like Malfoy.

“Draco,” Lucius chided. Which… that didn’t seem like him. “Be nice to strangers.”

“Strangers?” Harry shook his head. What on earth did that orb do?

Lucius’ brows arched. “Have we met? My apologies then.”

That did it. Whoever was in front of him was not Lucius. Harry scrambled to his feet, slowly backing away.

“Kind of hard to forget a spineless coward,” Harry said, aware of the way Malfoy withdrew his wand.

“What did you just say? Wait until my mother hears about this.”

“Your mother?” Harry asked, bewilderment making him nearly stumble over his feet. He turned around and headed for the exit, aware of Malfoy screaming after him, but he wasn’t paying attention, the urge to get out of there too strong to ignore.

He didn’t want to return to Hogwarts, didn’t want to have to face Dumbledore. Didn’t want to have the conversation that he knew was waiting for him. If he went there then it was all too final. Sirius would truly be dead, and that wasn’t something he was ready for. Not really sure it was something he would ever be ready for.

Despite the pain in his heart, Harry headed to the one place that would make it worse. Perhaps misery was what he needed.

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With a hand raised, Harry stared at Grimmauld place. Did he really want to go in there? Face reality? Face an existence where Sirius was truly gone? Was anyone even there? Would Remus be there or was he at Hogwarts with Dumbledore?

As his knuckles made contact with the door, he wondered if there was a finality to the action. Would this be his last time here? What was the point of returning without Sirius? It’s not as if Kreacher’s presence was a defining factor.

When the door opened, Harry expected Remus or perhaps another member of the Order. What he didn’t expect to see was—

“Sirius?”

A tilted head, furrowed brows and an oddly misplaced smirk was his response.

“What--I don’t understand,” Harry’s words came out in a rush. “You were just at the Ministry. I saw you fall through the veil.”

With each word he spoke, Sirius’ brows rose higher and higher.

“If I had known you were here I would have come sooner.” He wasn’t sure anything was real. Nothing made sense. Was he even awake? Had the orb made him dream? Was everything a figment of his imagination?

“Now why would you want to do a silly thing like that?” Sirius asked, tone quiet but mocking in a way that made Harry shiver.

Something wasn’t right. Sirius seemed off.

As Sirius uncrossed his arms, the feeling not only intensified but grew tenfold. Because a familiar mark gleamed on Sirius’ arm. A mark that shouldn’t be there, that had never been there.

The Dark Mark.

[witcher-and-his-bard-archive]

More Than You Bargained For

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written for the Monster March prompt list prompt: incubus

Eskel is fresh out of Kaer Morhen when they first meet. He's nineteen, hormonal, and alone for the first time since he can remember and he doesn't know what to do with any of that. So when he takes a contract on an incubus, he's going in blind with no ideas of what to expect.

He's young and bright-eyed and every lesson he's had has taught him monsters should be killed, so when he finds the incubus, finds him sentient, he doesn't know what to do. His instincts tell him not to harm him, but people have been dying and he has to protect them. He's a Witcher, that's his job.

"I was wondering when one of you might show up," the incubus mumbles, not even bothering to turn around and look at him. He's cooking something, Eskel can smell it, or maybe he's preparing a potion - it doesn't smell like food, per se. "I wasn't expecting them to send a child," he scoffs.

"I'm not a child," Eskel shoots back. He takes another couple of steps forward and the incubus turns abruptly.

"I haven't invited you in."

Eskel stops, but he keeps his arms crossed over his chest, determined not to show weakness. But he's out of his depth. A ghoul attacks on sight, nekkers swarm, archespores wait for the right moment, but they attack without hesitation. The incubus is just... standing there. Eskel doesn't say anything because he doesn't know what to say, but he looks him over.

Objectively, he's handsome, Eskel supposes. He's got a strong build, muscular arms and chest that are only made more prominent by the white lines marking on his skin. From here, Eskel can't tell if they're part of his skin or some sort of ink - tattoos maybe. He likes them though, finds himself following the way they curve down his body - right to the thin scrap of fabric covering his groin.

Eskel's mouth goes dry and he abruptly averts his eyes.

"Oh," the incubus hums, "that's interesting." He comes closer and Eskel doesn't stop him, lets him walk right up and turn Eskel's chin to look at him. Eskel is confident he could fight him off if he needs to, so he doesn't see the trouble in letting him come close. "You're here about the missing people, aren't you? I didn't kill them, Witcher. You do know what an incubus does, right?"

"I'm not an idiot."

"Then you know it's better for me if I don't kill my 'victims'." He leans in close, sniffing at him, but Eskel holds his ground, doesn't let him see how it affects him. But Eskel can smell his own arousal and he knows enough about incubi to know that the incubus probably can, too.

"I fucked them," the incubus admits, "but I didn't kill them. It was two men and a woman right? I prefer men, haven't fucked a woman in years. And the men? They were alive when they left, and satisfied."

A shiver runs down his spine and Eskel measures his breath.

"But that was weeks ago now," the incubus continues, his implications perfectly clear. "They tell stories about Witchers, about your mutations. Say you can go for hours, is that true?"

"Dunno," Eskel mumbles, "never tried."

He thinks back to his days at Kaer Morhen with Geralt. They fucked and they fucked around, and they did it a lot, but it never lasted long. It was always stolen moments, tucked away in some lonely corner or in bed after hours, having to keep quiet or face the consequences.

They never had long and it was never worth trying to extend their dalliances once they'd come. And sometimes, one or both of them didn't get to. But he's heard the rumours of heightened stamina and he can go longer in a fight than any trained soldier he's come across, so maybe there's something to it talk.

"Oh, but you'd like to, wouldn't you? Maybe we can come to an agreement, Witcher." Hands rest on his hips and Eskel's breath catches on a sigh. "I can take care of you, give you something you crave, hm? And in return I'll be satisfied, I won't have to lure out any unsuspecting victims for a while. What do you say?"

Eskel doesn't know what to say. He takes a short breath, considering it far less than he should before whispering, "can I touch you?"

"Oh, I certainly hope so."

The incubus leans in, pressing his mouth to the join of his neck and shoulder. Without any pre-empt, he wraps his mouth around him and bites down, fangs breaking the skin. Warmth rushes through Eskel’s veins and he feels lightheaded. His vision blurs slightly and his head swims. The incubus takes both hands, guiding him back toward a low bed in the corner of the cave. Eskel blinks and the figure before him blurs into the image of Geralt.

"Oh," not-Geralt hums, "you see someone, don't you? Tell me who it is Witcher."

"'S Eskel, you know that. Don't call me Witcher."

"Sorry, Eskel, tell me who you see."

He's a little foggy, doesn't understand the question, but Geralt is beckoning to him, pulling him down toward the bed, and nothing else matters.

It's not until later that he learns incubus venom is a hallucinogen, that it makes you see the person you want most - a tactic to boost your arousal. Eskel thinks on that for a long time. He loves Geralt, and they have a good time together, but he doesn't know that he loves him like that. Or maybe he does and he's just confused.

He returns to the incubus, lets him bite him again. He sees Geralt.

In the winters, he returns to the keep. Sometimes he fucks Geralt and sometimes he doesn't, but every spring he returns to the cave and every time, the incubus is waiting for him.

It's been close to a decade that Eskel has been going back to the cave. At one point, he was worried about losing out on the contract because he never killed the incubus, but that seems like a pointless concern now. He may have lost out on a few hundred gold, but he's come to like this incubus - Florian, he's called - and he looks forward to his yearly visits.

Sometimes, they'll fuck for hours, but sometimes Florian will take him to bed as soon as he arrives and they'll spend hours afterward just lying in bed talking. Florian will go on and on about his herbs and elixirs and Eskel likes having someone to bitch about his brothers to. It works and it's good. And it's a distraction from Geralt.

Then, one spring after the sacking, Eskel comes to a startling conclusion.

The last few years at Kaer Morhen have been difficult. This year, he almost didn't go at all because the ghosts lingering in the halls are too much for him to bear. The feeling isn't the same as it once was and Eskel doubts the sense of community will ever return to Kaer Morhen. It's cold, it's lonely, and as much as he loves seeing his brothers and Vesemir, the absence of the rest of them hits hard. They say time makes everything easier, but he's not so sure this time. So more than ever, he's happy to have Florian to return to in the spring.

Eskel is worked up in more ways than one when he leaves the keep. He feels like he's going to crawl out of his own skin between the sadness, the guilt and the sexual frustration. Geralt doesn't come to him anymore and Eskel doesn't want to push those boundaries. They're all grieving and he understands that, but it's hard for him to cope with because his time with Geralt was always an escape for the two of them and now he doesn't have that.

When he gets to the cave, he hesitates, peering around to see if Florian is there. He doesn't see anyone and he doesn't want to intrude, but just as he's about to leave, there's a warm pressure against his back.

"Eskel," Florian hums, "you're early this year."

"Couldn't stand it up there any longer. It's too quiet, too lonely."

"You missed me," Florian guesses and yeah, that too. "Come," he whispers, "get out of those clothes and lie on the bed. I'll be back in a minute."

Eskel does as he's asked, stripping out of his clothes and climbing onto the bed without hesitation. When Florian does return, he's smirking and he crawls up to straddle Eskel's hips. He's hard already and when he grinds his hips down, Eskel realizes with a start that he is, too.

Florian nips at his collar bone and Eskel wraps his arms around his shoulders, tugging him close. They rock together, picking up a quick rhythm and Florian's mouth moves to his neck. It's always like this the first time, quick and hard; they've both been waiting for it and Eskel groans as his cock slides against Florian's.

There's pressure against his neck, the familiar sensation of a bite and Eskel shuts his eyes. Lately, he dreads opening them to Geralt's image leaning over him. It feels a lie, like he's betraying Florian somehow by seeing someone else when they fuck and it's becoming uncomfortable.

Sometimes, he can keep his eyes shut, can imagine Florian above him instead, but a particularly sharp twist of Florian's wrist has his eyes fluttering open again. Above him, he sees nothing but Florian’s dark eyes and plush lips and he grins.

"Thought you were gonna bite me," Eskel teases, running a hand up Florian's chest.

"Mm are you that preoccupied? I did bite you, not that I need to the way you keep showing up so needy for it." Eskel barely hears him because if Florian bit him, he should be seeing Geralt. It should be Geralt's form looming over him, not dark skin and white swirls.

Eskel reaches up tentatively, tracing the lines that slide low down his torso, the one that eventually comes to an end at the base of his cock. Florian looks down at him, following Eskel's fingers with his eyes and Eskel can pinpoint the moment he realizes.

Florian's eyes snap up to meet his and Eskel forgets how to speak. This isn't how any of this is supposed to work and he doesn't know what to say.

"Eskel, do you- see me?" Eskel says nothing and Florian persists. "Unless your Witcher friend has scars that perfectly match my markings, I'd say you do." When Eskel says nothing again, Florian hums thoughtfully. He sounds almost sad. "Eskel, do we need to talk about this?"

"No," Eskel says a little too quickly. Evidently, Florian disagrees.

He moves from between Eskel's legs to lie next to him on the mattress, leaning on his elbow to look at him. Eskel winces. He's been waiting for this to fall through; it always seemed too good to be true, and for it to linger as long as it has is surprising already.

"Eskel do you... if you're seeing me now and not him-"

"Yeah," Eskel agrees softly. "Yeah."

To his utter shock, Florian leans over and kisses him. It comes as such a surprise that Eskel forgets to respond and when Florian looks down at him again, he must look stunned.

"Eskel," he says softly, "I'm not angry, I'm not upset. I'm surprised, but I- I care about you," he lifts a hand to smooth up Eskel's stomach, setting above his sternum. "This isn't about the sex for me anymore. If I wanted to, I could fuck anyone, if I needed to. But I'd rather wait it out when I can until you come back."

"You shouldn't, you could-"

"I'm careful, I know my own limits, Witcher. And you are so good to me, my sweet."

Eskel jolts at the name, looks up at Florian where he's still leaning over him. "Sometimes seeing you is the best part of my year, It's so hard lately and I," he manages to meet Florian's eyes if only for a moment, "I look forward to seeing you."

"I love you," Florian breathes, tipping Eskel's chin so they're face-to-face again. "I'm not afraid to say it. You're a good man, Eskel and I know you didn't come back here those first few times for you. And you didn't do it because of some promise because you fulfilled your part of the bargain that first night."

Eskel can't find the words to properly express every feeling bubbling to the surface, so he wraps his hands around the back of Florian's neck and pulls him down into a passionate kiss. It's uncoordinated and sloppy but it's so much more than ever before and before he can even think, Florian is climbing over him again, kissing him hard and sliding a hand down his torso.

He wraps a hand around Eskel's cock, tugging firmly, and Eskel's eyes roll back as he jerks into the touch. He's still hard, still aching for it, but the interruption had preoccupied him and now his arousal is hitting him with full force. He rolls his head back, hands slipping into Florian's hair and he groans. Florian cocks his head and looks at him before smiling and shifting down the bed.

Eskel misses the loss of him, but then Florian's mouth wraps around the head of his cock and any other thought goes out of his head. He runs his fingers through Florian's hair, aware that he's mumbling but only vaguely aware of what he's saying. Florian takes him right to the base, something no one but another Witcher has ever succeeded in doing and Eskel is unbelievably close to coming right then and there.

Abruptly, he tugs Florian up and kisses him again. He doesn't want this to be over just yet and he knows that realistically, they could go on for hours like this, until Eskel's worn out and physically incapable of coming again, but this feels different. This feels important in a way he's never felt before, not with Geralt, not with anyone.

He hauls him up and draws him close, burying his face in Florian's neck.

"Could I," he breathes, "I'd like to fuck you tonight."

Florian jerks back and stares down at him in surprise. For a moment, Eskel thinks he's overstepped; they've never talked about doing it the other way around, though they've done just about everything else. He opens his mouth to apologize, but Florian interrupts.

"You'd want that?" he asks and Eskel nods.

"Yeah. For a while now."

"Didn't think you'd want to," Florian shrugs, "especially seeing as there was someone else."

"There was never anyone else, not really. I saw him but it wasn't him, it was only ever you."

Florian smiles at him and dips down to kiss him, cupping Eskel's cheek in his hand.

"You're a sap," he teases, but his grin only spreads further. He moves to slip down again, kissing Eskel's neck and down his chest, but before he can get too far, Eskel stops him.

"Let me, tonight," he says, "how often do I get to pleasure you?"

Florian just laughs. "That's not the way it works. I feed off your energy, there's no reason to treat me special."

"I can think of many," Eskel counters, "but mostly, I just want to." He presses a hand to Florian's shoulder, pushing him back against the bed.

Eskel presses in against his side, sliding a hand down his chest and wrapping around the base of Florian's cock. He grips him firmly, strokes up to the head keeping an even pressure around him, then pushes back down to the base. Florian groans under him and shifts his hips, pushing into Eskel's grip, but Eskel holds him steady, earning a whine of frustration in response.

He leans over him, kissing Florian’s jaw as he moves his hand again. He nips at the skin, moving down to his neck to suck a mark into the stripe there. He loves the pale strips of skin that curve and swirl over Florian's body, always pays them special attention even if he's the only one who notices. He licks and sucks at the skin as he works his hand over him, always squeezing tighter around the head of his cock. It gets progressively better and better reactions, so he doesn't see a reason to let up.

Florian shudders under him and Eskel hums against his skin. As Florian squirms under him, Eskel works his hand quicker, he reaches down, rolls his balls gently in one hand before slipping up the length of his cock again. And Florian moans. He wraps his arms around Eskel's neck, pulling him into a burning kiss. He nips at Eskel's lips, fingers digging into his scalp and he clings tightly. Then, abruptly, he pulls away and throws his head back with a groan.

Florian comes, arching off the bed. He spills between them and Eskel slips his fingers through it, using it to ease the way as he strokes him through it. Florian writhes and bucks under him, pressing up into the tunnel of his fist and he's shaking by the time he finally stills.

His breath comes in hot pants and Eskel leans down, kissing his chin and his jaw and, lastly, his mouth. He lingers there for a moment until Florian hums and presses him up.

"Didn't realize you were so good with your hands," he grins, "should take advantage of that more often."

"Didn't give me much of a chance. But it's only been what? Twenty years? And you should give me a chance. And will, if I have anything to say about it."

Without hesitation, Eskel climbs over him, pressing between his knees and pushing them apart. Florian looks up at him questioningly and Eskel grins, nuzzling against his hip.

"I want your mouth," Florian groans, "Eskel, darling, please."

"Mmm, don't you want to come when I fuck you?"

Florian lets out a breathy laugh and reaches down to cup Eskel's jaw. "My beautiful Witcher," he pants, "I will happily come ten times tonight if you're willing."

Eskel just stares at him, dumbfounded. "You-"

"As long as you keep it up, I'll keep it up," Florian winks and Eskel just stares at him. All this time and Florian rarely comes more than once, more intent on getting Eskel there as many times as possible. "I don't need to. I rely on your energy, but it could be fun." Eskel smacks his hip playfully.

"I can't believe you've been holding out on me this whole time," he huffs.

Florian opens his mouth to argue, but Eskel just smiles at him and kisses his chest, fingers trailing down his sides as he moves until he reaches the tip of his cock. He flicks his tongue at the head, pressing a featherlight kiss to it before slipping around him and sliding right to the base.

Beneath him, Florian grunts and arches off the bed again. He's oversensitive, but Eskel doesn't let up, sinking all the way down on him and swallowing around the head of his cock. He loves the way he squirms, loves finally being able to give back something Florian has given to him for so many years. Yes, he's been present the whole time, giving as well as he gets, but he's never been solely responsible for Florian's pleasure and it's a rush.

His own cock throbs under him, untouched and aching, but he ignores it for now. He doesn't need to come yet, they have time for that in the next hours, but right now his attention has to be on Florian.

He sucks him down hard, reaching to cup his balls as he slides back up to the head, tongue pressing under the head and earning him a low groan. Above him, Florian moans and grumbles, one hand tangles in his own hair, the other clasping Eskel's shoulder like it's the only thing grounding him in reality. If Eskel's doing his job well enough, it is.

Eskel slips his hand lower, pressing back behind his balls and Florian groans, hips jumping so his cock bumps the roof of his mouth.

"Fuck," he groans, "Eskel-" Eskel pulls off his cock, pressing a line of kisses down to the base.

"Shhh, I know what I'm doing. Promise I'll make it good for you." He shifts down the bed, groaning as his cock drags against the sheets, and buries one hand in the hair on Florian's leg.

He pushes his leg up, hooking it over his shoulder and ducking back down to nose at his balls. Floran groans and shifts, but makes no attempt to stop him and Eskel readjusts him, giving him better access to his hole. Without hesitation, he licks a stripe over him, slowing his tongue as he slips over his hole and Florian's entire body seizes.

"Oh."

"Okay?" Eskel asks.

"Yeah. Please-"

"Anything you say," Eskel hums. He ducks down, resuming his ministrations. His cock aches and he presses his lips into the mattress, pressing the tip of his tongue against Florian's hole.

Fuck, he wants him so badly. He presses his tongue into him, imagining that tightness around his cock, pushing as deep as he can manage without prepping him first. His impatience wins out quickly and he reaches up, slipping one hand through the come on his stomach, and using it to slick Florian’s hole, pressing against him gently. Florian groans, pushing his hips back.

His enthusiasm pushes Eskel forward and he presses fully into his up to one knuckle, licking around the intrusion. He's been thinking about this for years, wanting to split him open on his cock, to see Florian come apart under him, because of him. He's seen him come more times than he can count, but to be the cause of that, to fuck him properly until he's mindless with it- fuck, the thought alone has him aching.

He works his tongue in alongside his finger, thrusting with both at once as Florian squirms and mutters at him. He gets his fingers tangled in Eskel's hair again and it's all Eskel can do to keep from pushing into him immediately and fucking him quick and hard.

He reaches beneath him, wrapping a hand around his own cock and squeezing hard, it does little to ease the need, but he rocks into it slightly, moaning against Florian's hole with each little shift of his hips.

"Eskel," Florian grunts, "fuck Eskel I'm gonna come."

"That's it, darling, come for me." He barely gets his tongue back inside him before Florian's jerking hard and coming again, his cock completely untouched where it sits against his hip.

Eskel gives a few more thrusts before withdrawing and climbing up over him. He slips off to one side and wraps Florian in his arms, rolling them both onto their sides as he kisses him. Florian lingers, pushing back when Eskel means to pull away and he winds up half on top of him, their legs tangled together.

Eskel rubs his back gently before slipping down over the swell of his ass. He pushes back between his cheeks, pushing two fingertips into him immediately. Florian groans and rocks his hips, rutting against Eskel's hip. He's slick with his own come and it makes it easy for Eskel to shift just so until they're pressed together, sliding together with each thrust. He shuts his eyes and nuzzles into Florian's neck, kissing his throat and humming against him.

His finger press deeper and he thrusts gently, giving Florian a chance to adjust to him, but he rocks his hips and pushes back onto him like nothing, his soft moans muffles against Eskels chest. Eskel rolls him onto his side to get a better angle, pressing fully into him with both fingers.

He kisses him hard, and they slot together perfectly, rutting against each other as Eskel works him open, fucks him with his fingers. Florian squeezes around him and Eskel just thrusts quicker, harder. He gets a third finger into him and Florian moans into his mouth.

"Please," he groans, "Eskel I can take it, I want your cock."

"Yeah," Eskel breathes, "come on my fingers and I'll fuck you all night."

Florian groans, arching off Eskel's chest and shifting his hips back. Eskel withdraws and slides a hand down his thigh, burying his fingers in the thick hair and tugging his leg up over his hip. They rock in tandem and Eskel gets a hand between Florian's thighs, slipping into him again. Like this, he has a better angle and he can reach Florian's prostate properly. He angles his fingers toward it, bumping against it with every thrust.

When Florian comes this time, he kisses Eskel hard, biting his bottom lip and sucking hard. He whines and bucks when Eskel pulls out again, but Eskel doesn't hesitate before pressing the head of his cock against him and thrusting in. He pulls him close so he can get deep, thrusting hard into him.

Florian is tight around him and the pressure makes him dizzy after denying himself so long. He holds himself back because he knows he can get another orgasm out of Florian before he comes himself. He pushes his fingers through the hair on his thighs again, tugging a little as he pushes deep.

His breath comes hard and Florian pants against him, neither able to catch their breath as they rock together. Florian's hands are on his neck and his face and his shoulders, grasping at whatever bit of him he can reach and Eskel presses into his arms. They're flush against each other when he comes, buried deep and shuddering. He presses his face into Florian's shoulder, taking deep breaths, but he keeps going, thrusting into him until Florian's shattering apart in his arms, whining and moaning Eskel's name.

Eskel waits to catch his breath before slipping out of him and wrapping himself around Flor. He's still hard, but he's exhausted, emotionally more than anything, and it feels like more effort than it's worth to get up and clean off. Florian presses up close, getting a hand between them to brush his fingers up the length of Eskel's cock.

"My turn?" he asks. Eskel just huffs a laugh and takes his hand, sliding it around his neck.

"Maybe later," he hums, "right now, this is nice just like this."

[remember-to-be-gentle]

what about reader summoning a demon in desperation after losing their job but they summon the wrong one? (Enji? Madara? Dabi? Miruko? Up to u it could be any1)

I made a header for this fic because it kept getting buried in my drafts also this fic is for you demon tail fuckers.

Subject: BNHA, Demon!Dabi aka Touya Todoroki

Title: How Much Does a Pound of Flesh Cost? (NSFW, fem reader)

Trigger Warning: Murder, demon summoning, workplace harassment, non con, cannibalism, loss of virginity/bad women’s anatomy, tail penetration, blood, crying, reader is in pain multiple times

You couldn’t take it anymore. The harassment, the taunting, the rumors. HR didn’t help and God knew if your lazy as hell boss was going to so much as glance in the direction of your problems. So you’d had to turn to other means. 

It was a last resort, you’d told yourself that over and over again, only to be used if there was no other option. You couldn’t leave the job, it paid too well and no where would hire someone who quit after just three months on the job. Wiping tears out of your eyes, you drew the last parts of the upside pentagram on your hardwood floors, the chalk coming off in puffy chunks. 

The upside down pentagram was ugly, no lines straight or even, but it should work, after all, summoning a demon didn’t require artistic talent, just desire. You grabbed the demon summoning book you’d gotten off Amazon and flipped to the page you’d bookmarked with sticky tabs and dried tears. In broken Latin and probably the worst accent ever, you read the words you’d only spoken in your fantasies and closed your eyes. 

There was power in them, you could tell, though you weren’t sure exactly how much power would come from them. And just as quickly as the power had built, it crashed. Terrified your eyes shot open, fear gripping your heart. Had you failed? Did you really fail in your final attempt to save yourself?

And then you saw it.

Him.

The demon in the circle. 

He smirked at you from where he laid in the chalk, hair so dark red it was black, eyes blue as the hottest part of the flame, skin either charred in patches or pale and smooth, staples keeping it all together. Two bull-like horns grew from his head and a long devil’s tail whipped about behind him. “Hey, doll,” he said, “what can I do you for?”

You’d prepared yourself for this. Demons were tricky with their words and quick to act, it was best to find out what they wanted before you told them why they were summoned. “Tell me what I have to pay first.”

“Doll,” he groaned, his body rising like a rag doll. His head flopped forward, those burning blue eyes zeroing in on you, “I can’t bill you if you don’t tell me what you want.”

Shit, maybe you didn’t have the edge you thought you did. You swallowed and said, “I want... I want to make my coworkers suffer like they made me suffer. I want them to hurt—on the inside! I don’t want to see them bleed out or anything...” 

The demon made a rumbling noise, your apartment shaking with him, picture frames rattling and furniture shaking. “You wish for them experience the same pain you did, pain that’s on the inside...” He drifted closer to you, an electric aura of malice surrounding him, “And you don’t want to see them bleed. Tricky, tricky.” His tail whipped again. “I think I would like my price to be...” He stopped right in front of you and smiled wide, showing off sharp canines built for tearing flesh, “My price will be your mucous.” 

You blinked. “My mucous?”

He whipped his tail again, the tip of it suddenly right at your nose. “If you agree to the terms then eat of my flesh and your will shall become mine.” 

“Wait,” your mind was steal reeling from his price and now he wanted you bite his tail off? The book hadn’t said anything about this. 

“Every second you hesitate,” the demon growled, “is another second of your torment. Eat and be fulfilled.” 

“Fine, okay.” He really wasn’t giving you time to think about this. You opened your mouth and he thrust in his tail, hard, the tip making it halfway down your throat, choking you for as heat crowded your face. For several swollen seconds you stayed there choking on his tail before instinct had you slamming your teeth down. 

The tail snapped apart easily, the taste of pig skin a ghost on your tongue as the tail dropped down your esophagus and into your stomach. The weight of your deal hung heavily in your belly. 

Heat erupted from your stomach, the taste of smoke overpowering your senses, burning your nose until you collapsed on the floor gasping for breath. Tears spilled over down your cheeks, carrying with it the sensation of burning, as if you’d been consumed in hellfire. The weight of the demon’s tail vanished. 

When you finally caught your breath, you saw the demon was gone, leaving no trace behind except for the chalk circle that had been reshaped to read D̦̠̝̻̱̦̮̲̫̅̃́͂̈́͢͝͞Ȧ̸̧̫̠̦̬̞͛̽͐͆͜͝B̵̝̼̗̠̺̳̓̈͌͊̔͊́̀͞I̵͎͔͔͍̫͛̊̏͘͜͠.

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With no idea when the demon would come back for his payment, you were left with no choice but to go to work. Your stomach twisted in terrorized knots. You didn’t want to confront them, look them in the eye and know that their hatred wouldn’t vanish without demonic intervention, but you’d used all your sick days and your rent wouldn’t pay itself. 

The building was empty, which wasn’t unusual this early in the morning, though it concerned you the security guards weren’t in their places. You got into the elevator and took a deep breath. Alright, 

You slowly entered the office and noticed first the silence. No fingers clacking keyboards. No rising bubbles from the water cooler. No idle chatter. No one seated in their cubicle. Nothing. Not even security making their rounds. 

As you walked through the maze of cubicles, a terrible stench invaded your nostrils, making your stomach twist. It was coming from the board room. You slowly made your way over, bile lapping at the back of your throat with each step closer, nausea swelling in your skull until you were dizzy. The carpet had claw marks coming from all over the office, as if something had been dragged away. Some cubicle walls were smashed or broken. You kept walking toward the smell. 

And then you saw it. 

Inside the glass meeting room, surrounding the large wooden table, were all your coworkers. Not a single one of them so much as twitched, their skin was purple and blotchy, nearly black in some spots. Internal bleeding, you recognized immediately, they’d either been beaten so bad their organs ruptured or something inside them had been torn them apart. Either way you needed to get out of—

“Hey doll,” Dabi the demon slithered out from the shadows, his voice making the room rumble like he had in your house, “like what I’ve done with the place?”

You stared at him in horror. “You... you did this?”

“I did,” he floated toward the table, newly regrown tail whipping behind him, “and it was fun, too. Its been a while since I’ve been asked to kill without leaving a trace. You’re a surprisingly naughty girl.” 

“No! I didn’t want you to kill them! I wanted them to hurt like I did—”

“Doll.” His voice terrorized you and forced you still, a demonic force so dark and ugly that your nearly vomitted. “You asked me to hurt them like they hurt you. You understand I can’t make them feel anything that isn’t...” He ran a blue fingernail over one of your coworkers darkened faces, “physical.” He wrapped his tail around their throat, shaking their head back and forth. “So I did what you asked, I made them hurt without letting them bleed out. All the bleeding is internal, where it’s supposed to be, and just like you requested.”

“No, no, you should have said something if that was the case! I didn’t want anyone to die!” 

“But then you wouldn’t have taken my deal,” he pouted, releasing your coworker to approach you, still floating, “and then I wouldn’t have gotten paid. Besides, didn’t they hurt you so badly you wanted to die? You summoned a demon to hurt them after all, and even agreed to pay my price.” 

His payment that’s right it was... mucous. “Why do you want mucous, anyway?”

He ran a hand down your nose and then hooked his finger into your nostril, forcing you to look up at him. Sharp pain erupted in your skin but the deadly look in his eye made you keep quiet. “Did you think this is what I wanted? Oh no, you poor silly, little thing. I don’t know a soul would have use for your disgusting boogers.” His tail whipped forward and slid into your pants, ungraciously rubbing against your slit, “This is the mucous I want. Your hymen.”

You tried to step away but Dabi hooked his fingers deeper, pulling up and making you scream from the pain. "You tricked me! I didn't agree to this!"

Dabi chuckled darkly. "Next time ask clarifying questions, babe." He sharply removed his fingers, letting you fall on the floor. He didn't let you catch your breath, grabbing you by the back of your shirt and throwing you on the table.

Your head hit the solid wood first, hard, marking your teeth rattle and skull bounce, the rest of your body forcing you to slide to the end of the table. A groan escaped your throat and when you tried to sit up, your face was just inches from your dead boss's. You shrieked and tried to scramble away, but Dabi pinned you down, one hand on your back, the other yanking your pants off. “Stop!” You screamed, “This isn’t what I wanted!” 

You felt his tail circle your entrance, the tapered point pressing into your clit until you squirmed. It pulled your panties aside and felt the slick that had gathered, far too much for just rubbing your slit. It must have been some kind of demon magic that got him what he wanted faster. “This isn’t about what you want anymore,” he sneered in your ear, “your request is fulfilled, now pay up.” His tail slid inside you, suddenly much larger than you remembered seeing or swallowing, stretching out your insides as the tapered point met your cervix. 

But it kept growing.  

The tail’s girth continued to swell inside you, breaking your tight rings of untouched muscle as your core clenched around it. No matter how much you wanted to hate it, it felt good all the way inside you, reaching parts of you that had remained clean until now, and then the pain kicked in again. 

The discomfort before had been an uncomfortable adjustment, slightly itchy if anything, but now it was searing, your insides feeling like they’d been torn apart and gutted. You shrieked, nails digging into the wood of the table. You swung your hips back and forth as if that would make him remove his tail but it only made the tip press harder against your cervix.

Dabi shoved your hips back down against the table. “Relax, I’m almost done.” 

Each swell of his tail was excruciating, tears welling up in your eyes from the pain. 

It seemed to reach a maximum painful girth, stuck inside you as your insides twisted. And faster than it had grown, his tail shrunk back down to normal and slid out of you. You could feel blood following after, dripping out of your entrance and onto the board meeting table.  

Dabi started to lift himself up and you thought he was done, contract complete, but you heard him unzip his pants and before you could process exactly what was coming next, something new pressed inside you. It didn’t hurt as much as the tail, but it was much hotter, pushing all the way inside you until something warm and squishy pressed against your clit. Your sore insides itched and clung at the object, making you whimper. “This,” Dabi groaned, “is your tip.” 

He pulled back and slammed back in, your torn core making you see stars from the sharp pain. His dick. He’d put this demon fucking dick inside you. You screamed and tried to thrash, but Dabi was so much bigger than you. So much stronger. All you really ended up doing was humping his cock and crying.

He simply ignored you and pumped roughly into you, his heavy balls slamming against your clit with each downstroke. You kept crying and thrashing and Dabi must have gotten annoyed with you because he growled, “You’re making this harder than it needs to be. Just stay still and let me take what I want.”

You choked out a sob, failing at swallowing the tears that slid down your cheeks and onto the table. With your boss’s dead eyes staring into you, you did your best to ignore the rough thrusting of the demon you’d sold your virginity to. You’d paid for revenge and lost far more than you’d bargained for.