#muscle man strong silent type and all

[kusanagihaku]

ahhhh realised i got so caught up in explaining alan's 五格 that i didn't take a look at his actual kanji!!

御堂 (midō) refers to a religious building, like a hall or a temple. 亜 (a) usually refers to a subordinate. i think this is interesting because without looking at the last character, it sounds like he is subject to the will of the gods. or secularly, being bound by circumstance.

we don't have many details on alan's history now, but i assume a child (especially someone like alan, from what we've seen of him) has no sort of innate inclination to just go about using super-strength to beat up an adult, and to beat that adult up so badly he goes to juvie. we'll probably find out more about it at some point, but it's cool how something so formative in his character set-up is embedded in his name!

his last character, 嵐 (ran), usually refers to a storm. it's also made of two characters, 山 (mountain) and 風 (wind) – something strong and solid, and something powerful. which is so lovely for alan, not just as a physical description mans is BUILT, but also as a character. he might cause as much intense and uncontrollable damage as a storm with his stigma, but he's solid and reliable as a captain and as a person.

i think it gets incredibly interesting when you put his name all together – the storm of his name (亜嵐) with the concept of his surname (御堂). i choose to interpret it as this: no matter what the gods throw at him, he's his own storm and he's strong enough to come out the other side. things may not go his way easily and he may need to work harder than most to succeed, but he will!!!!

Hey! I’ve been following your blog for a while now but I think I’m missing something. Your two most recent(?) posts about Taiga were about reading is 五格 and 地格/总格 (10,31) but I don’t really understand what these are or where it is that your finding them in the game. I figure it might be hard to explain what they are to someone who doesn’t understand Japanese culture or anything but could you try to elaborate in any way? Thanks!

五格 (five elements?) is a type of onomancy first written about by kumazaki keno. it’s a type of name divination that people use to choose a name for their children, company or stage/pen name.

because it works by calculating the number of strokes in a name, it’s used mostly to decide between kanji options when coming up with a name. depending on the total number of strokes, the luck that the name predicts you will have can be good or bad.

you calculate each number based on the kanji then combine them for interpretation, so you can't find it in the game! it's more of looking at the individual characters in their actual name. let's use alan's name as an example!

① 天格 (24) refers to his 'inherited luck', ② 人格 (18) refers to his 'main luck', ③ 地格 (19) refers to his 'early luck' (before he hits middle age), ④ 外格 (25) is his 'support luck' (from friends or partner) and ⑤ 总格 (43) refers to his 'later luck' (after he hits middle age). these numbers are derived by adding up the strokes of the kanji.

the resulting numbers correspond to an interpretation (there's a full list of 1 to 81 floating around somewhere), but the interpretation is usually read in relation to other numbers. i usually can't be bothered to count the strokes and scroll up and down to put all the numbers together lmao, so i use sites like this to help me add everything up!

1 天格 and 2 人格 can be interpreted together to read his relationship with his parents/mentors. for alan, his parents might be more old-school. at work, it might be hard for him to get approval or validation from his mentors... which sounds really vagastrom / tracks with what dante has expressed about vagastrom...

2 人格 and 3 地格 can be interpreted together to read his character. honestly i gasped cried a little when i read it??? he takes good care of his children/juniors - even though he may be overly protective (!!), he thinks about them all the time and can easily be negotiated with. his sense of responsibility is very strong, will care for others and he will work hard (!!!!!) which to me makes the mortkranken chapter even more lovely… the members of vagastrom will follow and defend their captain to the end and there’s good cause for that… (captain of my heart……..)

2 人格 and 4 外格 can be interpreted together to read his relationship with others. when he's in trouble he may have a lot of friends willing to come forward to offer him support (especially financial... certain vice-captain i'm looking at u!!!!). if he remains kind and down-to-earth, he will see success. (i am once again begging the universe to give alan a safe and normal life i love him)

2 人格 and 5 总格 can be interpreted together to read his work/financial outlook. things won't go his way easily; he will need to work harder than most to succeed. (i am once again begging the universe–)

3 地格 and 5 总格 can be interpreted together to read his relationship with his future family. he might be not be good at communication (!!) and may be stubborn (!!!). he might end up quite pessimistic, but this can be changed if he puts in effort to change his mindset. (i am ONCE AGAIN begging the universe PLEASE to give alan love–)

obviously i read names very much for fun and you can take it as seriously or as lightly as you want, but i think all the readings i've done so far for all the characters track very much with how they're presented in-story... which makes me wonder if some writer in the tkdb character design room has all their 五格 numbers and interpretations mapped out...

anyway, hope this is clear enough!! if I explained anything unclearly I found this site that explains it the most simply (web translate available)!

[p0orbaby]

Far Too Gone for a Tuesday

summary: maybe you like jealous leah

warnings: jealousy obvs, some steamy stuff but nothing graphic

a/n: all thanks to this request !

word count: 1.4k

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The evening air bubbles with the hum of laughter and conversation, lights casting a warm glow across the garden where you stand, half-listening to someone drone on about their latest holiday. You��re at one of those events, the kind you attend out of obligation more than desire.

A sprawling affair hosted by someone with too much money and too little sense. The atmosphere is as bloated and gaudy as the host's ego, with silk-draped tables groaning under the weight of excessive floral arrangements and waitstaff circulating with trays of canapés so pretentious you can hardly even pronounce the ingredients.

Leah’s somewhere nearby, you know that much. You spotted her a few minutes ago, deep in conversation with a couple of her teammates. Your eyes flick over to her now and then, a subconscious tether that keeps pulling you back.

The sight of her, standing tall and confident, is a small comfort in the swirl of pretension and forced smiles. She’s laughing at something, her head tilted back slightly, the elegant line of her throat catching the light. It’s a beautiful sight, and you wish you were over there with her instead of enduring the banal chatter of your current company.

“-and the water was just so blue, you wouldn’t believe it,” the man in front of you says, leaning in closer. Too close. You can smell the faint trace of whiskey on his breath, mingling with a cologne that’s a bit too strong. His eyes are on you, intent, and there’s a smirk playing on his lips that makes your skin crawl.

He’s the type of man who thinks his wealth and status entitle him to anything, or anyone, he desires. His gaze is an inventory, cataloging parts of you as if you’re a commodity. Something he can pursue.

You laugh, a little too brightly, taking a half-step back. “Sounds amazing,” you say, hoping the conversation will fizzle out soon. But he doesn’t take the hint. His smirk widens, mistaking your politeness for interest.

“You know,” he says, lowering his voice, “I could take you there sometime. Show you the sights.” His hand hovers near your arm, fingers itching to close the gap, to claim territory he assumes is up for grabs. There’s a calculated sleaze in his tone, the kind that comes from too many years of getting what he wants.

You glance around, looking for an escape. And that’s when you see her. Leah’s eyes are on you, and there’s a hardness there that makes your breath catch. She’s seen the whole thing, and she’s not pleased. The muscles in her jaw are tight, and her posture has shifted, less casual now, coiled and ready.

Before you can react, she’s striding over, her movements purposeful and confident. The man is still talking, oblivious to the storm heading his way. Leah’s presence is practically a force field as she steps into the space between you and the man with a possessiveness that’s both protective and territorial.

“Hey,” Leah says, her voice cool but with an edge sharp enough to cut. She slides an arm around your waist, pulling you closer. Her touch is possessive, grounding. “Everything alright here?” Her eyes never leave the man’s face, daring him to challenge her claim.

The man blinks, taken aback. He looks between the two of you, a frown forming. “Yeah, we were just talking.” His bravado falters in the face of Leah’s unyielding stare.

Leah’s smile doesn’t reach her eyes. “Were you?” she asks, her tone leaving no room for doubt about what she thinks of that. “Because it looked like you were doing more than just talking.” Her fingers press into your side, a silent reassurance and a clear signal of ownership.

There’s a moment of tense silence, and you can almost feel the heat of Leah’s anger radiating off her. The man finally seems to get the message, raising his hands in embarrassed surrender. “No harm meant,” he mutters before slinking away, his earlier confidence thoroughly deflated.

Leah’s arm stays around you, her grip firm. “Let’s get out of here,” she says, her voice softening only for you. You nod, relieved, and let her lead you through the crowd. As you walk away, you feel the weight of her possessiveness, a comforting anchor in the midst of the evening’s shallow frivolities.

The drive home is quiet, the air thick with unspoken tension. Leah’s fingers drum against the steering wheel, her jaw set. Her knuckles are white, gripping the wheel as if it’s the only thing keeping her from blowing her top. The dim glow of passing street lights illuminates her face in fleeting intervals, casting ridged shadows that highlight the building fire in her eyes.

You glance at her, a hefty combination of guilt and gratitude swirling in your chest. You didn’t ask for the attention, but you can’t deny that part of you is glad for Leah’s reaction. It’s a reminder of the intensity of her feelings for you, a silent declaration of how fiercely she cares.

Outside, the city slips by, a blur of lights and dark shapes. Inside the car, the silence is almost oppressive, filled with the things neither of you are saying. Leah’s jaw ticks, a muscle jumping in the tightness of her clenched teeth. Her eyes remain fixed on the road, but you can feel the storm brewing beneath her calm exterior. You reach out, a tentative touch on her arm, and she softens, just a fraction, a silent acknowledgment of your presence.

As soon as you’re inside, the door barely clicks shut before Leah’s on you, her hands cupping your face, her lips crashing onto yours with a desperate hunger. It’s a kiss that’s both an apology and a reminder, an outlet for the emotions she’s been holding back. You kiss back, matching her pace, your hands tangling in her hair, pulling her closer, needing to feel her against you.

“Mine,” she mutters against your lips, and it’s not a question. It’s a declaration, a statement of fact that brooks no argument. You nod, breathless, feeling the possessiveness in the way she touches you, the way she consumes you. Her kisses trail down your neck, teeth grazing your skin, marking you in a way that sends shivers down your spine. It’s primal, instinctual, a need to brand you as hers.

She pulls back, just enough to look into your eyes, her own dark with desire and something more primal. “You’re mine,” she repeats, her voice a low growl. You nod again, unable to form words, lost in the heat of her gaze. There’s a fierceness there, a raw intensity that both thrills and terrifies you.

The night becomes a blur of sensations, Leah’s hands and lips everywhere, a constant reminder of her claim on you. She’s relentless, her jealousy fueling a passion that leaves you breathless and wanting more. Every touch, every kiss is a promise, a reaffirmation of what you mean to her. Her hands are possessive, her touch demanding, and you respond in kind, giving yourself over to her completely.

She presses you against the wall, then a door, then the mattress. Her hands sliding under your shirt, fingertips skimming over your skin, leaving a trail of fire in their wake. You arch into her touch, needing more, needing her. Her lips find yours again, and it’s a clash of teeth and tongues, a desperate strife over authority that she wins effortlessly.

When it’s over, you lie tangled together, your bodies slick with sweat, your breathing heavy. Leah’s arms are around you, holding you close, as if she’s afraid to let go. You nestle into her, feeling the steady beat of her heart beneath your cheek. It’s a soothing rhythm, a reminder that she’s here, that she’s yours.

“Sorry,” she murmurs, her voice rough with emotion. “I just… I couldn’t stand seeing him all over you like that.” There’s vulnerability in her words, a raw honesty that makes your heart ache.

You lift your head to meet her eyes, your fingers tracing the line of her jaw. “Don’t be sorry,” you say softly. “I’m yours, Leah. Only yours.” You mean it, every word, and you hope she can see the truth in your eyes.

She nods, a small smile tugging at her lips. “Good,” she says, pulling you even closer. “Because I’m never letting you go.” There’s a promise in her words, a vow that you know she’ll keep.

And you believe her.

[violentdelightsandviolentends]

Handled.

You and Chibs have been walking the line for a little too long.

Pairing - Filip 'Chibs' Telford x Female Reader

Warnings - smut. cursing. alcohol mention.

Word Count - 1.5k ish??

Author's Note - I can only apologise for the wild gif, but I saw it and couldn't not use it. this fic is based on this request!! thank you for this message my love - it sparked so many thoughts. I made chibs a little sweeter than I meant to, oops.

Masterlist. Inbox.

The wind whips through your hair as you speed down the road, sunlight beaming down and warming you both.

You have your helmet tightly strapped on your head, a gift from the man currently in front of you on the bike. He'd grumbled as he'd given it to you, mumbling something about someone has to keep you fuckin' safe and last thing we need is an injury to your pretty face.

It's a complicated relationship you have, to say the least. You're not together. No, Chibs is still technically married to Fiona, and he's not exactly the boyfriend type. You're not sure what you want, reluctant to commit to dating a member of the club and all of the danger that comes along with it.

So, you dance the line. The two of you flirt, laughing and touching. You get close, and then you pull away. You wonder if one day, he'll just crack. He knows that if he starts something, he'll have to finish it. He's not a man who works in halves.

Chibs occasionally takes a hand off the handlebars to squeeze your thigh, a silent communication. He's asking are you okay? And you're reaching forward to squeeze his in reply, answering yeah, I am.

Your arms are wrapped around his middle, safe and secure. You can feel the taut muscles of his back and shoulders through the leather jacket that you're pressed against. You know how big he is - tall and broad and unwavering in the face of danger. He's ruthless, and it turns you on. It probably shouldn't, but it does.

The next time he reaches back to squeeze your thigh, you graze your fingernails along the muscle of his before squeezing back much further up. You feel the tension instantly, his back tightening in front of you. You smirk and hold on again, acting like nothing happened.

He's curious, now. Testing the waters. He squeezes your leg again, firmly, and you squeeze back so high that your fingertips graze his bulge. His breath hitches, and you feel it. You grin.

He pinches your thigh this time, sharply. A warning.

One that you ignore. You dance your fingertips higher, lightly stroking across the tent in his jeans, nails scraping the denim. He hums, low and dangerous, vibrations rumbling through the both of you.

You return your hands to his torso, clinging on tightly as you curve around the bends, scenery flying by. You're back at the clubhouse before you know it, the journey as quick as the blink of an eye.

You act like nothing has happened as you get off the bike. You know the two of you have just crossed a line, moving from friendship to something more. You don't want to address it. So, you hang your helmet onto the handlebars and go to walk away, in desperate need of a drink.

A strong hand grabs your wrist, spinning you back around. You collide with a hard chest, a soft oof leaving you. Chibs looks you up and down slowly, gaze raking across your body and stopping at your mouth. He runs his tongue across his bottom lip before pulling you in closer, hands snaking around your back.

"Where do you think you're goin'?"

You take a deep breath and exhale it in a shudder.

"... Inside?"

"Nuh uh," he tuts, tracing patterns across your skin absentmindedly. "You don't get to pull a stunt like that and just walk away."

You decide to play clueless, hoping it'll get you off easier.

"A stunt like what?"

He pulls you in closer again, so your bodies are pressed against each other. No space between you.

"Oh, sweetheart. This innocent act might work on other people, but it doesn't work on me. I see right through ya."

You find a shred of confidence from somewhere, determined to make him sweat a little. You enjoy getting under his skin.

"And what do you see, Filip? Hmm?"

He smirks, mischievous and knowing.

"I see a strong, independent woman, who wants - no, sorry - needs, someone to put her in her place."

You raise your eyebrows at him, so he keeps going.

"You want to be broken apart and put back together again. You enjoy pushing my buttons, trying to get a rise from me, don't you? You think it's fun. But you've got no fuckin' idea about the things I want to do to you, honey. I'm not sure you want to know."

You're panting, now, your chest heaving with anticipation.

"Tell me," you whisper. "Tell me what you want to do to me. Please."

"Please? You wanna be polite now?"

You practically pout at him, big doe eyes begging him to just give in. But Filip Telford is nothing if not stubborn. He is, in fact, the most adamant person you've ever met.

"Chibs."

"Yeah, sweetheart?"

"Don't be mean."

"Mean? This ain't mean, baby. You're just used to everyone being sweet to you because you're pretty."

You smile, now. That's a pleasant surprise.

"You think I'm pretty?"

He rolls his eyes at you, chuckling.

"I think you know that by now."

"It's just nice to hear you say it."

He leans forward, pressing his mouth to your ear.

"You know what? Yeah. Let's go inside."

Chibs grabs your hand and leads you with him, pulling you at a quick pace across the yard. When you reach the door, he pulls it open for you, gesturing for you to enter first. Ever the gentleman.

The clubhouse is empty, which makes a change. The minute you’re inside, you feel two hands on your hips, pushing your back into the bar.

“You really wanna know?”

His accent has got thicker, tone low and dangerous.

“Yes,” you whisper. “Please. Tell me.”

“You’ll never look at me the same,” he begins, leaning down to speak right into your ear. “When you hear what I want to do to you.. the things I’ve thought about… you won’t be able to look me in the eye, sweetheart.”

You chuckle, tilting your head back to look at his face.

“I think you underestimate me a little, Chibs. Wait until you hear the things I’ve thought about in bed at night, when I can’t sleep.”

He presses a kiss into your neck, nipping at it gently. You groan at the contact, tilting your head to give him better access. One of his hands trails down your side, popping the button on your jeans with ease.

“Gonna take the edge off,” he murmurs, “and then fuck you the way you deserve when I get you home. Alright?”

You nod frantically, gripping onto his biceps to keep you upright. You rest your head against his chest, taking a deep breath to calm down.

“Chibs?”

“Yeah, sweetheart?”

“Will you kiss me?”

He smiles at you, all genuine and soft for a moment.

“Yeah, babe. I’ll kiss you. Been waiting for you to ask for a long time.”

He adds the last part quietly, as if he’s embarrassed to say it out loud. He leans down and presses his lips to yours, more tender than you were expecting. You hum in contentment, opening up to let him slip his tongue in. He tilts your head back, licking into your mouth all filthy and debauched.

One of his hands slips into the front of your jeans, tracing you over your underwear. You both groan at the action, lips still connected.

“Fuck, sweetheart. This all for me, hmm?”

You nod almost instantly, resting your head back on his chest. Chibs slips his hand under your waistband, gathering your slick before sliding a finger inside with ease.

“Knew you’d feel like this. Wet and warm and tight and fuckin’ perfect.”

You whine, winding your hips down to chase any friction he’ll give you.

“You’re filthy, darlin’. Letting me finger you in the clubhouse, huh? What if someone walks in, hmm? What if someone sees you like this?”

“Don’t care,” you choke out. “More, please.”

He chuckles darkly, slipping another finger in while rubbing at your clit in circles with his thumb. Your knees buckle, shaking as you grab onto him for dear life.

“I’ve got ya,” he’s murmuring into your ear, crooking his fingers. “I’ve always got ya.”

He speeds up his movements, leaning in to press open mouthed kisses down your neck. He nips you with his teeth occasionally, making you whine all high pitched and breathy. You know you’re gonna smell like cigarettes and gasoline for the foreseeable future.

“You’re close, aren’t ya? Can feel it, pretty girl. Give it to me.”

Chibs snakes his unoccupied hand around your back, holding you up as your legs shake. You fall over the edge, gasping into his chest as he mutters sweet nothings.

“There we go, atta girl. Good fuckin’ girl, hmm?”

You’re nodding, collapsing forwards against him. He pulls his hand from your jeans and instantly puts his fingers in his mouth, making your knees even weaker.

“Kiss me,” you whisper once again.

He obliges, softly connecting your lips. It’s gentle and careful and much more loving than you were expecting, but you’re not complaining. Not in the slightest.

“Now, darlin’. I’m gonna stick you back on that bike, take you home, and fuck you like you deserve. Okay?”

“Okay,” you grin at him, laughing when he chuckles.

You’d have to be insane to deny an offer like that.

@just-a-girl-who-wrytes

[mindmelter]

A Body Stealer Tale: Fugitive

"I only have four available at the moment. I don't hunt like I used to." I say, guiding the man to my basement, where four men are standing frozen in only their underwear.

"It's fine, they all look good." The man says.

He is a fugitive, one of the most wanted men in the country. The kind you see on the news, his face plastered everywhere, but no one knew the truth. No one knew the lengths he would go to escape. That’s where I come in. I don’t judge them—how could I? That’s not my role. My job is simple: I help them find a new body to hide in.

"Would you mind giving me their info?" The man asks.

"From left to right, we have Ethan. He's 19 years old, fresh out of high school, and I got him at a small beach town where he was spending his summer surfing and working part-time at a café. His bodysuit is smooth, with just the right amount of muscle definition, and that wavy hair makes him stand out. He's the perfect body if you like that carefree, beach vibe.

Next is Jake. At 22, he's fresh from the military, built like a rock. I picked him up after he finished his last tour. The tight buzzcut and his stocky build give him that no-nonsense, tough look. If you're into strength and durability, Jake's bodysuit is the one for you.

Then, we have Cole. He's 24 and hails from a small Texas town, hence the cowboy hat. I found him working at a rodeo—he's got that strong, silent type charm. His broad shoulders and muscular chest give him a powerful presence, perfect for anyone wanting that rough, country boy look. You won't be bothered by anyone if you pick him.

And finally, there's Luca. At 23, he's got a natural good-looking face that makes heads turn. I got him right after he graduated college—he was modeling on the side to make ends meet. His suit has that classic, athletic look, with just the right amount of body hair to give it character."

The man looked thoughtful, like he was having a hard time picking one. He inspected them from closer and pulled down the underwear of each one to inspect their junk. After a while, he finally decided.

"I think I’ll go with..."

[tsuvvy]

Oh Sister of Mine - Chapter 7

Right Now

Dogs are odd. And Y/n is unsure why they feel such a way. Titus, is odd. Yet that toy, you like playing with him.

Warning: Death, blood, injury, an injured stray dog.

Word count: 1k

Damian’s dog, Titus, was a weird creature in your view. Walks on four legs, clipped ears that stood tall, jet black fur, sharp teeth, strong jaw and limbs.

You looked down at the dog who was lying on the floor. Calm, head laid between his front legs, back legs curled out to the side. You looked to the front of your bed. Thoughts rolling through your head.

Damian had come to visit you and drop off a glass of water, leaving Titus with you as somewhat of a guard.

You let out a breath, looking back to Titus who looked to you at the sound of your breath.

You both stared at the other before Titus finally put his head back down.

Your gaze drifted a little bit away from him to a toy that was on the floor. It was shaped like a dog bone.

You licked your lips, moving so your legs were hanging off of the bed now. You reached for the cup of water on the bedside table Damian had brought for you. You took a sip while setting your feet on the floor before you put the water back.

Damian had told you before he left. Titus was a sweet dog. A protector. He wouldn’t hurt you and he would love to be pet.

Titus was always there when Damian was, apart from a few times. He was a quiet dog, obeyed well.

In a way, he’s your twin.

Quiet. Well trained. Strong. Loyal. Protective.

“Ti..” Your voice shook before you shut your mouth tight. Lips refusing to break apart as your bottom one wobbled a bit.

Titus looked up. Looked at you. Stared. Waited patiently.

“Ti.. Tu.” You bit your lip while staring back at him. “Ti.. ‘S.” His head tilted. “Ti. us.” Your brows furrowed with your struggle. “Ti.” You stopped. Letting out a breath of frustration before you raised a hand, pointing to the toy.

Titus looked to where your finger pointed. Stared at it for a second before getting up with a stretch of his legs with a downward dog. He stood up, sniffing at the toy before grabbing it in his mouth and moving to walk to the side of your bed.

You watched silently as he dropped the toy next to you on the bed. You stared at it for a beat before looking at him.

You began to reach out before hesitating, stopping yourself. Hand hovering a bit above his head.

The dog didn’t move. Not closer. Not farther. He just stared up at you. Eyes trained directly on you.

You let out a soft breath, slowly and somewhat shakily letting your hand connect with his head. Holding it there for a moment before trailing your thumb against his soft fur.

Your lips parted as you felt his fur.

It was soft, but it was dense. You couldn’t see his skin. It was like some type of armor.

You had armor. The walls around your heart. The electricity you use to fight.

His armor is his fur. His teeth. Strength. Size.

You were alike in a way.

Two dogs working for masters.

But your difference is this.

Your master, he’s cruel. He’s mean, relentless, merciless.

And his master. He cares about him.

“Ti.. T-Tu.. T-Ti-t-us.” you let out a breath, staring into the dog’s patient eyes. “T-Ti-tus. Titus.” you froze. It wasn’t the best said, but. You said it. “Titus.” You repeated it, then once his.

The dog’s tail started to wag, not fast, but a steady rhythm. Like he was proud of you or something.

Your eyes were wide. Blood. There was blood everywhere. Your hands, face, the alley wall and ground. The rain and blood seeping together on the disgusting ground.

The man dead at your feet, his eyes lifeless, body cold. Heart stopped.

Your gaze drifted to a movement in the shadows of the alley. You were still, not moving a muscle. You watched as a figure emerged. Four legs, walking on all of them. One held in the air.

You looked further towards the figure. A canine. A mutt. A mongrel.

Limping. A guarded look in its eyes.

The two of you stared at each other.

Finally, you turned on your heel, beginning to walk away.

And the mutt watched you, ears that were originally held back in its suspicion, popping up onto its head. One had a chunk taken out of it.

The both of you, so alike, yet so different.

Both distant, closed off. Scared..

You grabbed the rubber toy Titus had brought to you like you wanted him to.

You inspected it. A light green rubber, shaped in a large bone. Titus sniffed at the end closest to his face before he went to open his mouth.

You saw him open it, and your blood ran cold, you pulled the toy quick, raising it away from him.

The both of you stared at each other. Him calm, and you calming down from your panic.

Titus seemingly understood you. Understood he needed to be patient with you, just like how Damian and Cassandra knew the same.

You took in his calm aura, slowly realizing, you didn’t need to be so guarded around the big dog.

Slowly, you let the toy come closer to the dog, to his mouth. And he took a moment to see what you would do before he let teeth sink into the rubber of the toy. He pulled gently at first, watching you carefully.

Your grip tightened when he pulled gently. And you pulled back with the same force. Cautiously.

He pulled again, then again, and you pulled back. Then he tried to yank it.

But you didn’t react to his yank. Not greatly, anyway. You were cautious, still. Yanking it back before he started to get a bit more rambunctious, and you as well.

Titus was patient. And sweet. And protective.

And; he’s just what you needed to take your next step out of the perfectly crafted fortress you spent all of your life in.

That stupid smile. You barely even realized it slipped onto your lips as you pulled the toy towards yourself. His tail was wagging, eyes wide. You could almost see the happiness.

His growl. It was a low rumble. One that, before, you would have taken as a threat.

You weren’t sure why you didn’t take it as one. But you weren’t focusing on that.

You could read into it later. Wonder about it later.

Right now. In the present. In the real world. You were playing with a dog.

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Neighbors 🩵 Lovers

Part Three

“Erik! Don’t do it!”

Fae tried to calm him down. Her tears flooded her vision. Cordell stood there with his hands up and a frightened look in his eyes. Erik was in full rage mode. It was understandable, Cordell was really asking for it.

“Erik, listen to me, put the gun down.”

Fae placed one hand on his arm tenderly. Her eyes were pleading with him to put the gun down. He took one look at Fae and then his eyes were back on Cordell molten hot. He lowers his P365 slowly, eyes unblinking.

Thump!

Fae watched with wide eyes and her mouth dropped open in shock…

Two Weeks Earlier:

Fae McAdams finally did something unlike herself and she was still trying to wrap her head around what happened. Last night felt like something out of a movie. She cheated back with her handsome neighbor. Fae rolled over beneath his sheets, opening her eyes a fraction. She blinked twice and rubbed her eyes. Opening her lids fully, she noticed Erik’s side of the bed was empty. Her hand reached out to caress the sheets. A content smile decorated her beautiful face.

She sat up on her elbows while lying on her belly and looked around in wonder. The sheets were pooled around her waist and the slight breeze tickled her naked spine. Fae couldn’t stop smiling. She buried her face into a pillow and squealed like a teenager. Her mind replayed scenes from last night and she couldn’t contain herself.

Fae never had sex that good. Sure, sex with Cordell was great, but Erik had a certain je ne sais quoi. She couldn’t put into words what made her experience with him the best experience she’d ever had. Maybe it’s the way he carried himself. Erik was not one to brag. He has confidence, but he didn’t need to make that known every second. He commanded attention with just a look, his voice and gait.

Maybe it was the mystery of it all. She’d never been with a man like that. A man who actually did what he said he was gonna do. A strong silent type. Fae couldn’t stop her mind from replaying images of Erik’s body…his dick…his stroke game…his words…she was hooked from one dick-down. He had her cumming back-to-back. He had her calling him daddy. He had her begging for more when she was too exhausted to go for round two.

Speaking of exhaustion, Fae tried sitting up in bed and the muscles in her arms and back struggled to hold up her weight. She groaned in pain when she pushed herself off of the bed to stand on two feet. The way her legs trembled, you would think she’d been bed-ridden her entire life. He worked out muscles in her body Fae didn’t know she had.

“Wiggle your big toe.”

Fae referenced Kill Bill in a jokingly manner while she wiggled her acrylic fench-tips toes. Fae took her time walking to the bathroom to relieve herself. She flicked on the light in his master bathroom and spotted the toilet next to his corner standing shower. After she used the restroom, Fae decided to take a shower. She pulled the hair tie from her wrist and put her hair up into a bun.

She stepped inside of his shower and turned on the water. She stood beneath the hot water, looking at Erik’s catalog of soaps and body wash. She used his exfoliating gloves and washed with an unscented soap on her private areas and peppermint Doctor Bronners on the rest of her body. After showering, she towel dried and washed her face with some of his Cerave facial cleanser.

After using some shea butter, she put on her clothes, grabbed her things and walked out into the main area. As she searched, she peeked into his office.

Fae’s eyes scanned the room, and that’s when she noticed Diesel resting on his little bed. He looked up at Fae and he ran up to her with his tail wagging and tongue out. Fae crouched down to rub him and accepted his licks to her face. She wasn’t quite sure where Erik went and she didn’t actually have his number.

Fae sent him a DM saying that she had to leave unfortunately. She really didn’t want to. She was afraid of what she might do when she sees Cordell. Her entire demeanor changed from happy to sad in a matter of seconds from thinking about her cheating boyfriend. Her body shook with nerves as she walked out towards the living room. While she checked her phone, not once did she receive any calls or texts from him wondering where she was and if she were safe. He could have at least had the decency to check in on her but no, he was too busy fucking some other bitch in her home!

Fae opened Erik’s door while Diesel stood close behind her. She tried to get him to stay back so she could sneak out. She was about to make a swift exit when her apartment door opened and a woman; tall, Latina, long jet black hair, and a scandalous outfit on stepped into the hall. Fae rushed to crack the door and she spied on both of them. Cordell grabbed the girl by the chin and kissed her. The Latina dragged her long, red acrylics down Cordell’s naked torso and gripped his dick through his black sweats.

“I’ll see you at school on Monday, Miss Rio. Make sure you wear that sexy little pencil skirt for me so I can have better access.”

Fae almost lost it. She squeezed Erik’s door knob so tight she could have ripped it out. The nerve of this bum. So, he’s fucking a co-worker?! Typical shit. She looks like a cheap hoe. Fae was furious. How had she missed the signs? After school meetings? More like after school sessions with Miss. Rio. Is he even an assistant basketball coach? Fae watched with hurt eyes. Cordell palmed the girl’s ass and slapped it before grabbing her hand to kiss.

“You free tonight? I don’t think I can wait until Monday.”

Miss. Rio giggled, “I am. I have to do a little bit of laundry but that’s it. You wanna link again? You sure your woman won’t be around?”

“If she ain’t then we can chill. Please?”

Miss. Rio has this nigga begging to see her again. The way that felt like a stab to the heart. He couldn’t even make time to celebrate her promotion. He thought a fake bag and a fucking hibachi dinner was enough to make up for it.

“Well, since you put it that way, papi, I’ll see you tonight”

“I love you. I’ll call you later, okay? I’ll let you know about the party my mom is having.”

What?!!!

“Love you too. I’ll miss you, papi. Don’t forget to call me. I’ll be waiting.”

Fae cracked the door more when the other woman finally walked away. Cordell went back inside of their shared apartment. Fae shut the door and turned around, pressing her back against it and sliding down to her butt. She brought her knees to her chest and cried. Diesel rubbed his head against her arm. Fae looked up with tears streaming from her eyes, rubbing Diesel on his back while weeping softly.

A quick trip to Whole Foods was much needed because Erik’s refrigerator and pantry was on low supply. He did meal-prep often so today was his day to cook all of his meals for the last full week before leaving for work. He entered the building from his car with a mini cart to help bring everything to the thirteenth floor. He checked his phone and noticed a DM from Fae.

She told him that she would be leaving. He was a little bummed about that because he was looking forward to making breakfast for her. So many occurrences crossed his mind of what could go wrong when she goes back to her apartment. He wished that he’d gotten her number but Erik simply messaged her back.

_ES87: Leaving so soon? ☹️ I was going to make you breakfast. I’m worried about you going over there Fae. I’m on my way back up to the apartment. I didn’t want to wake you.

Erik made it to the elevators and before he could even press the button, the doors opened and out walked the other woman.

“Excuse me, good morning,” She gave Erik a friendly smile while trying to fix her hair.

“…Morning.”

It took him a while to reply. He watched her exit the building with her hair all over her head and her skirt turned every which way. Erik rushed onto the elevator, almost dropping his cart. His heart thumped in his chest the more he approached his floor. Did Fae catch her leaving? Did they fight? That elevator was moving too slow.

“Come on…come on…”

His panic set in.

Ding.

The doors opened and Erik rushed off of the elevator. The hall was silent and very still. He walked up to Fae’s door and pressed an ear to the surface of it to see if he could make out anything. He couldn’t hear a sound. Erik walked back to his apartment and rummaged for his keys in his hoodie pocket. He opened the door and as soon as he stepped inside, Fae was sitting on his couch in one of his hoodies and the shorts he gave her to sleep in.

Diesel was curled up on the floor in the living room and he shot up to his paws when he noticed Erik. Erik shut the door with his eyes on Fae while Diesel barked and walked around Erik to get his attention. He could see that Fae had been crying. He left his cart at the door and walked over to Fae. Erik sat next to her and pulled her into his embrace. They didn’t speak a word. She cried, body trembling the more her tears fell.

Erik snapped his fingers at Diesel and pointed to the floor when he caught him sniffing at the grocery bags. Diesel obeyed and looked at Erik expectantly, like he was waiting for another command. Erik continued to stroke Fae’s hair until she finally sat up to wipe her eyes. Fae looked at Erik, her brown eyes puffy and her lashes coated with tears.

“I was going to leave, but I saw them in the hall. He was–was talking to her so–so romantically. I can’t believe he–he told her that he love–loved her.”

“What?”

Erik couldn’t believe it. Fae nodded her head as she weeped.

“They work together. He’s been lying to me and cheating on me with her and whoever else. He never gave a fuck about me. While I poured my heart out to him about how much I’ve been hurt in the past, he turned around and did the same thing to me again!”

Erik sat there with a shocked expression. He simply picked Fae up and she straddled him with her face against his neck. Erik stroked her back and her hair to calm her down. His blood was boiling.

“I’m so angry with myself—”

“Don’t be. Fae, this isn’t your fault—”

“But I keep allowing myself to be in these situations, Erik. When will I learn—”

“You deserve better. I just wish this never happened to you. I hate to see you crying over this bitch ass nigga, mama…”

Erik shook his head and tightened his jaw.

“I’m on go anytime, Fae. I’ll do whatever just tell me when.”

And Erik meant it. He really wanted to kill him. The dark side of him smiled wickedly at that thought. What he wouldn’t give to push Cordell over the rooftop and watch him fall to his death with a lit blunt in his hand. He would be happy to know that every bone in his body would be shattered like glass and his organs converted to mush. Erik shook those thoughts from his mind to soothe Fae.

“I don’t want you to get involved in my mess, Erik.”

Fae sat back while rubbing her eyes. She exhaled a shaky breath and struggled to meet Erik’s eyes.

“I feel like I’m a burden with this,” Fae looked down at her hands, “Me and my shitty love life.”

Erik shook his head in disagreement, “Fae, I have no problem wit’ it. I don’t like the way he keeps disrespecting you—”

Fae’s phone started buzzing on the coffee table next to her knock-off. She scooped it up into her hand and her face froze. She looked at Erik and turned her phone so he could see.

“Oh, so now he’s calling you?” Erik scuffed, “Fuckin’ clown…”

“The crazy thing is, I never texted him last night to let him know I was okay. He had all night to blow up my phone to check on me but no…he was too busy getting his dick wet! Loser…”

“And you were good. I made sure you were straight. Something he’s supposed to do as your man.”

Erik and Fae locked eyes and laughed boisterously.

Fae tossed her phone on the couch, “Fuck him.”

Erik tapped Fae on the side of her booty, causing her to smile. Erik watched her stretch her arms above her head and rub her cheeks to get rid of the tears.

“I’m sorry that I left you alone. I figured I could make a quick run to Whole Foods. Did you see my DM?”

Fae shook her head, “No. I was too busy crying.”

Erik gave her phone back, “Put my number in.”

She logged Erik’s number in her contacts under his name. Erik laughed at that.

“What? I don’t care. He don’t care to bring bitches back to MY place to fuck, I don’t care to put your name in my phone for him to see.”

Fae sent Erik a text so he could create a contact for her. They sent each other a picture to use.

“You’re so fucking beautiful, girl.”

Erik couldn’t stop staring at her picture. Her face grew hot and she turned away when Erik finally looked up at her. She didn’t know why she was being so bashful. His fingers grasped her chin and turned her head back.

“Stop being all shy.” Erik teased.

“Okay,” Fae smiled, “Thank you.”

Erik smooths her hair behind her ear, “For what?”

“For putting a smile on my face. For being such a gentleman…and for calling me beautiful.”

Fae gathered the same courage that she had last night when she asked Erik if he wanted to fuck. Her arms snaked around Erik’s neck and she took charge, pressing her lips against his. Their lips molded together in slow motion. Erik swiped his tongue over her bottom lip and Fae parted her lips so he could stick his tongue in her mouth.

“There’s that big girl from last night,” Erik nibbled on her bottom lip, “And you’re welcome, baby girl.”

He pushed deeply into her mouth as she forced her tongue into his. They battled, both wanting to feast on what they couldn’t deny themselves. She clung to him as her head twisted to the right then the left. Each time she moved, she drove deeper inside his welcoming home. When he retreated she returned and this time she slipped her tongue over his teeth, enjoying the smooth pearls. Her teeth tugged on his lower lip, causing Erik to grunt.

Buzz buzz buzz

Fae ignored Cordell calling again.

“I wanna help you put the groceries away,” Fae climbed off of Erik and giggled at his groaning, “Come on.”

She grabbed his hand and tugged. Erik stood up from the couch with a pout on his bottom lip. Fae grabbed the handle to the cart and made her way into the kitchen. Erik released her hand and took the cart from her.

“You don’t gotta help, Fae.” Erik said.

“But I want to.” Fae said with a sweet tone.

Erik gave her a look and started putting the grocery bags on the kitchen island. Fae smiled brightly at him before opening a bag closest to her. It was filled with canned goods.

“That goes here,” Erik opened a door that led to a narrow walk-in pantry, “all of the canned goods and packaged foods.”

Fae emptied the bag and took her time loading the items into Erik’s pantry. Erik focused on putting away some of his meats and he left ground turkey and salmon out to meal prep with. Fae and Erik moved around the kitchen in silence, like they were a couple. It felt odd doing domestic things with a man who wasn’t even your man. When they finished, Erik folded all of the reusable grocery bags and placed them inside of his pantry.

“I didn’t tell you that I saw her getting off of the elevator on my way back,” Erik shut the pantry door, “She was still fixing her hair and clothes.”

“Yeah…her last name is Rio apparently. I wanted to drag that bitch. I should have. But my beef is with Cordell. I really don’t care anymore about who he sleeps with.”

Erik watched Fae closely while she stood at his kitchen island, staring down at the granite surface with a somber expression. Erik knew that Cordell telling that woman that he loved her still hurt Fae.

“…I told this man about my past, how I’ve been hurt…he really turned around and played in my face…”

Fae finally looked up at Erik and she shut her eyes.

“I’m sorry,” Fae looked away, ashamed, “I keep dumping my feelings on you.”

“Fae, I don’t care. You can talk to me. Stop overthinking it.” Erik reassured her.

Fae released a sigh.

“You’re such a great listener. I’m sure your friends tell you that.”

Erik cocked his head to the side and gave a one shoulder shrug.

“I’ve always been the quiet one in my friend group. Apparently I’m the most level-headed to them. Which is funny, because I used to be a lil’ knuckle head. Always got into trouble. Scraping, in and out of juvie, suspended.”

“So pretty much a bad kid,” Fae joked, “I’m sure your parents had a lot on their hands.

“…my pops died when I was 11 or 12. My mom not too long after that.”

A crease formed in his brow and he looked as if he were fighting with his brain to keep all of those memories locked away in a vault. Fae walked around the kitchen island and stood next to him. She reached out her hand with hesitation, placing it on top of Erik’s hand and caressing it. His eyes fell on her and he gave her a small smile with a tease of his dimples.

“I’m sure all the bad shit you did was because of that…right?”

Erik nodded his head, “Yeah. I was angry for a while.”

“My mom and I didn’t have the best relationship. When she passed from diabetes complications, I felt so guilty. For a while I wished I could have hugged her one last time. The last time I spoke to her we were arguing…bad.”

Erik didn’t take his eyes off of her while she talked.

“…pretty much my family on my mothers side wanted to sell my grandmothers old home—my mom and I lived there—and I refused to let them do that. So, they burned the house down. I lost majority of my things…my sister too…and that was the last straw for me. I moved here and never looked back. I only keep in touch with my sister.”

“Damn. That’s just greed. And I’m assuming your grandmother didn’t want it sold?”

Fae shook her head, “No. she wanted it to remain in the family. The house was damaged, hasn’t been properly investigated, and they collected the money.”

“That’s messed up, Fae.” Erik said.

“It’s diabolical. That whole family can kiss my ass.”

Erik chuckled, “People like that get there’s eventually.”

Fae laughed, “Well, my aunt’s husband divorced her and took her money. My uncle has cancer—”

“Fuck!” Erik chuckled, “That karma came back around and knocked both of ‘em upside the head.”

“Gotcha bitch!” Fae shouted.

Erik and Fae were in a fit of laughter. Fae grabbed onto Erik’s arm to keep herself from falling to the floor. Erik’s eyes were swimming with tears. He hadn’t laughed this hard in a long time.

“Damn, girl. Not only are you beautiful, you funny as hell,” Erik wiped his eyes with the sleeve of his hoodie, “got me crying and shit.”

“My stomach hurt,” Fae giggled.

Erik surprised Fae when he wrapped his arms around her from behind and slipped his hands into the pockets of the hoodie she’s wearing. He put his face against her neck and the hairs from his mustache and goatee tickled her. She was in a fit of giggles trying to hide her neck from him.

“Erik! Stop!” Fae said with a high-pitched voice.

He hugged her tighter, his groin pressed firmly against her backside.

“Make me.” Erik whispered with a growl.

“You know I can’t,” Fae wiggled, “You’re too strong!”

“If I let you go…you gotta spend the rest of the day wit’ me.”

Fae went limp against him. Erik was far from limp. All that moving against his crotch made him stiff.

“You know I can’t do that. I gotta check on Deuce, do stuff around the apartment—ERIK!”

“That’s not the answer I was looking for, princess.”

“Maybe, okay?”

Erik brought his arms away but his body was still pressed up against her. Fae was trapped. She glanced back at Erik and he had a slight frown on his face.

“We’ll see—look he’s calling again.”

Buzz buzz buzz

Buzz buzz buzz

“Let me answer this,” Fae reached for her phone and swiped, “…Hello?”

“Fae?! What the hell? Where are you? I’ve been calling you.”

She almost laughed into the phone. Fae put it on speaker so Erik could hear as well. He had his hands on her waist beneath the hoodie she had on.

“I just got up. I had a long night, Cordell.”

Erik fought back a snigger. He pressed his face into Fae’s neck again and started kissing her there.

“You were supposed to let me know that you were okay, girl. I didn’t get one text or call from you last night…”

Fae squirmed against Erik. His plump lips created a sensation that Fae could feel from head to toe. As his lips traced her jaw, Erik tugged on the shorts she wore and yanked them down roughly. Fae gasped, reaching out to mute the phone.

“…You had me worried, Fae. It ain’t like you to do that…”

She was naked from the waist down. His hand with thick fingers climbed up the hoodie and found the cup of her bra. He squeezed her flesh and yanked one side down, her tittie popping out. He didn’t waste time taking her nipple between his fingers and twirling it. Fae bites down on her bottom lip hard, lowering her head.

“Fae?”

With one trembling finger, she unmuted the phone.

“I’m here ju–just exhausted fr–from last night.”

She quickly muted the call to giggle. Erik smiled against her cheek.

“You play too much,” She said with a hushed voice.

“So, being exhausted stops you from letting me know you straight? If it was the other way around I wouldn’t hear the end of it.”

Erik’s free hand smoothed down her stomach and it was right between her legs. He somehow got the other bra cup down and now he was playing with her nipples back and forth. Fae released a breathy moan.

“What the fuck are you doing?”

Fae unmuted the phone to speak.

“Shut the fuck up.” Erik said.

Fae had to cover his mouth. She couldn’t believe he just said that.

“What? Fae?”

“Uh–listen, Dell, I gotta call you back. I have a really bad hangover. I’m gonna head out now—”

“Where are you right now? You failed to answer that question.”

“With Pandora and Jermaine.”

“I should have known. They’re a bad influence, Fae. They might not have a man in their life concerned but you do.”

She muted the phone in a rush when Erik inserted two of his thick fingers deep in her pussy from the front. He got straight to work working those thick digits in and out of her. Fae reached behind to grip his thigh.

“Mm, fuck,” her mouth fell open, “Right there…”

She could tell her pussy was creaming on his fingers. It was going in and out so easily. A lot of slip for him to finger-fuck her at the perfect angle. Already she felt her walls grip like she was ready to cum.

“Faedra!”

“I gotta call you back—shit,” Fae unmuted the call, “Can I call you back, Dell?”

He could tell she sounded out of breath over the phone.

“You aight?”

“No, Cordell. I to–told you I’m hung over!”

Fae lifted his hoodie up from behind so she could reach into his sweats.

“Fine. Are you coming straight home?”

Erik kissed his teeth, “This nigga bruh…”

Fae silently laughed.

“Yeah. Will you be home?”

He was digging deep in her pussy. Fae tried to widen her legs for him to have better access.

“I have to go take care of a few things for mom’s. I just wanted to hear your voice, baby.”

“Oh–okay. I–I’ll see you later.”

“Love you—”

Erik ended the call.

“You were talking way too long on the phone, Fae.”

“I didn’t want him to—fuck.”

Erik’s fingers slipped out. He sucked her mess off and turned her around, picking her up to straddle him. He walked with her in his embrace to the guest room since it was the closest while taking off her bra. Erik entered the room and shut it quickly so Diesel wouldn’t come in. He laid Fae down and she helped him take off his clothes.

“Your puss taste good,” Erik gripped her jaw and stuck his tongue in her mouth, “Doesn’t it?”

“Mhm,” Fae licked her lips.

“Spread your legs…”

Fae brought her knees to her chest and held her legs up. Both of them stared between her legs. A creamy mess was smeared all over her pussy. Erik got down on his knees and with his tongue he licked all of it up. Fae placed her hand on his head and he used his hands to hold her legs back.

“Daddy, yes,” Fae frowned her face and pouted her pretty lips, “that feels so good.”

“Mhm,” Erik flicked his tongue on her clit.

“Oh, shit,” Fae smoothed his locs back.

She watched with amazement at how he ate her with so much gusto. When he looked up at her, Fae didn’t look away. She locked eyes with him and fed her pussy to him with a slow whine of her hips. When his thick lips encased her clit she yanked his locs between her fingers. He loved the pain. It made him grunt into her pussy.

“Keep eating my pussy like that, fuck, Erik oh my god!”

Thighs shaking out of control, Fae climaxed in Erik’s mouth. He sucked her up one last time before kissing her inner thighs.

He stood and sucked his bottom lip in his mouth. Fae stood up and Erik traded places with her. She took his nine inches into her palm and slapped it against her tongue. Erik had a firm grip on her thick, silky tresses and Fae, with no hands, lowered her mouth around his girth until he was sitting at the back of her throat. All of him couldn’t fit, but she tried her best and he was pleased.

“Mmm, suck that dick, girl,” Erik had Fae by the back of her head and he raised his hips to feed her dick, “Mmmm…that’s it, pretty girl…throat daddy’s dick.”

She was a spit covered mess.

“Who’s daddy?”

Fae had to hum a response because her mouth was full of big dick.

“Fae…when I send you home, I better not find out you letting that nigga hit. I’m serious.”

Fae looked up at Erik through her lashes. He had this glint in his eyes that told her not to play with him.

Fae’s mouth popped off and she jerked him, “Dead ass?”

“He don’t deserve to touch you no more, Fae.”

Fae dragged her lips along his length. She was back on that dick with a vice grip and sucked him long. From tip to base and back up. Spit and tongue. All types of noises.

“You workin’ to make daddy nut…that’s right, mama…yes…get that nut.”

His low eyes and parted lips had Fae going crazy. She loved the look on a man’s face whenever she was on her knees. It was so satisfying. Erik’s eyes rolled shut and his head went back. She went faster, Erik’s thigh muscles tightened, his abs flexed, and his biceps bulged.

“Mmmmmmmmmmmm…hmmmmmmmmm—”

Spurt after spurt of his thick cum hit the back of her throat like a bullseye. Fae swallowed everything. Erik pet her hair and then smoothed his hand down the length of her strands.

“Fuck, Fae,” He had his dick at the base, slapping it against her tongue, “You ain’t leave nothing behind, girl.”

She licked the last bit of cum from his balls and let out a suppressed laugh while wiping her mouth with the back of her hand.

“You taste great,” Fae giggled.

Erik helped her up and Fae climbed on top of him. She was about to lower her pussy on him but stopped when she realized they forgot the condom.

“Top drawer,” Erik pointed to the bedside table, “I keep some in here too.”

Fae grabbed one and opened the packet. She rolled it over his length carefully and proceeded to get into position again. She reached beneath her to grip his dick while her eyes were focused on Erik. He had both of his hands on her ass, arching her back so she could fit him inside easier.

“There you go,” Erik eased her onto his dick, “good girl..”

“Unhhh…”

Fae felt full. She sat there with him inside of her while they kissed.

“C’mon, mamas,” Erik popped her on the under cuff of her left cheek, “Get this dick.”

Fae planted her hands on Erik’s chest and as soon as she got her footing, she bounced up and down. Her ass collided with his balls each time she went down.

“I can hear that wet puss…”

Erik’s hands gripped the sheets and he widened his thighs. Fae continued to bounce. All she could do was moan and whimper. It felt too good. Usually, she didn’t enjoy riding, but Erik’s dick is longer and thicker than Cordell’s.

Erik popped her on the ass, “Good girl, take this big dick.”

“Yes,” Fae dropped to her knees and bounced her hips, “This…”

“This dick good?” Erik said, finishing her words for her.

Fae nodded her head rapidly with her eyes squeezed shut and lips parted. She was panting out of control like she was out of breath.

“Fae…Faedra,” Erik brought his feet to the bed and started fucking up into her pussy, “Look at me.”

She opened her eyes and one of her hands went back to try and grip Erik’s leg. He grabbed her wrist so fast she didn’t see it coming. He delivered strokes to her pussy at the same pace, never letting up.

“Cum on this dick…cum on this dick…”

“Oooooooo—”

“You’re such a good girl.”

He released her wrist from his grip and took her waist instead. Erik continued to pound her from underneath. Fae pressed against him and grabbed his wrists. That ass from Erik’s position was moving like jello.

“DADDY!”

Fae sank her teeth into Erik’s left pectoral and he groaned.

“You ain’t never had it like this, huh?!”

“No! No! No!”

Erik held his dick deep when Fae started cumming again. When she was able to catch her breath again, he went right back to fucking her.

“Daddy, oh my goodness!”

Erik wrapped his arms around her. He was close. So close. He buried his face into her hair and inhaled her sweet scent.

“I’m gonna bust, babyyyyyyy, shitttttt—”

He pulled out and that condom filled to the brim with his cum. Fae was hyperventilating above him with her hands on his chest. They were both covered in sweat and sticky.

“Fae…”

She looked down at him and he had his lips puckered for a kiss. She kissed him deeply before climbing off of him.

“I need a bath. Is it okay if I use your whirlpool tub?”

Erik stood and pinched the condom while it was still on his dick. He was still hard as a rock.

“Yeah. I’m gonna take a quick shower. I wanna make you breakfast.”

They both walked into the bathroom and Erik rubbed on Fae’s ass along the way. She ran some bath water and Erik took a quick shower. Fae watched him scrub his body in pure bliss. Erik caught her eye and he winked at her.

She pinned her hair up again and climbed into the tub when it was halfway full. She used her foot to turn off the water and relaxed back so the hot water could sooth her muscles. Erik was out of the shower with a towel around his waist.

“Don’t rush. Take your time,” Erik cleaned his face, “I want you to relax. You deserve it.”

When he finished drying off, on his way out of the bathroom he kissed Fae on her forehead. Her eyes traveled the length of his naked body until she was staring at his face. Fae gave him a content smile and Erik left her alone to relax.

Tonight, I got the time

So come fuck with me now

You only

Let me know if you're down

Fuck with me, girl

Fuck with me, girl

Fuck me, girl

Ooh, come fuck with me now

You only

Erik turned off the stove and grabbed a platter to plate the home fries with onions and peppers. He’s shirtless and wearing a pair of black ball shorts with nothing underneath, locs covered so his hair wouldn’t smell like the food he was cooking.

…I could go through the whole night with you

What's up, what's up? What the body do?

Like a new car when the body new

Wanna get in, wanna ride with you

Ride on me, I'll ride on you

He was vibing to DVSN. Diesel was circling Erik to try and catch any food that dropped to the floor. Erik had already fed him breakfast—three boiled eggs, apples, cantaloupe, peanut butter, and yogurt drizzled in manuka honey—his favorite. Grabbing the cast iron skillet with an oven mit, Erik walked over to the sink to soak it with warm water and soap.

Back at the stove, he grabbed a non-stick skillet, and buttered the pot so he could cook the eggs. He decided to make a veggie scrample with cheese. Erik sautéed the eggs mixed with peppers, onions, garlic, spinach, and tomatoes. He hummed along to the music while sneaking a piece of bacon to eat on. Turning off the stove, he grabbed a glass bowl and dumped the eggs inside before placing it on his kitchen island with the rest of the breakfast.

After cleaning, Fae walked out wearing his hoodie with her hair up in a messy bun. He could tell that her silk press started to sweat out from the sex. She even had on his sheepskin ugg slippers. Erik had to do a double-take when he noticed. He hadn’t paid any attention before, but he’d just realized that Fae has body art. Her back, left arm and chest, right rib cage, and both legs. Fae gave Erik a beautiful smile with all her pearly white teeth before rubbing her hands together when she noticed the food.

“Is this for me?!” She said with a silvery voice.

“Yeah. Figured you could use some food after I worked that body out.”

Fae rolled her eyes with a flutter of her lashes and a smile teased her moist lips. She leaned over the counter and grabbed a strawberry.

“How nice of you, daddy,” Fae blinked her eyes seductively at Erik while biting into the strawberry.

Erik watched her with a smirk. Fae licked her fingers.

“I gotta go check on Deuce. I was thinking I could bring him over?”

“Dressed like that?” Erik raised his brows as his eyes scanned her body.

“Yeah. Cordell isn’t home. I can just sneak over, grab Deuce and his leash. I’ll be quick.”

“Don’t let the nosy ass neighbors see you.” Erik said.

“I’m not worried about them Erik! I’ll be back!”

Fae left and Erik exhaled. While she was gone, he plated their food and made both of them glasses of freshly squeezed orange juice. Fae was back within five minutes, Deuce in her arms and his leash in her free hand. She sat him down and scratched behind his ears while talking to him like he could understand a word she said.

“That’s my Deuce! Mama misses you!”

He had his tongue out and his tail wagging.

“You’re such a good boy! You’re such a good boy!”

Fae sat Deuce down and he started to explore the kitchen—sniffing around—and Diesel followed him. Fae and Erik watched them interact for a little while before Fae finally accepted her plate and walked with Erik to eat at his dining table. He pulled out her seat for her and he took his right across from her. They forgot the drinks so Erik shot up from his seat to grab them. Fae looked around his dining room and noticed a small table with some framed pictures on it. All of them had Erik in them.

The first was an antique gold scalloped frame with a baby picture of Erik and his parents. They were standing in front of the Sleeping Beauty Castle at Disneyland. A blue and red Graco baby stroller was parked next to his mother while she stood with her arms wrapped around Erik’s father. His mother was beautiful. She had tawny skin, long, slender locs and sandy brown hair. Vintage oversized eyeglasses were on her face and she wore a fitted white tee and high waisted mom jeans that hugged her generously hips.

Erik’s father was a tall, carob-skinned man with a thick gold chain and dressed in a white muscle tee with Hulk Hogan on the front. He wore red basketball shorts that stopped at his upper knees. He was built, pecs bulging over the top of his muscle tee, and his arms were scary to look at. That man was cut like he lived in the gym. Erik was in his arms, dressed similar to his dad except he had on a Disneyland T-shirt with blue shorts on. They all had on the same high-top Adidas and Erik and his mother wore Mickey Mouse ears.

Erik took after both of them.

He returned and Fae blinked her eyes away from the photo. He was back in his seat and tucking into his food. Fae forked some of the potatoes and tasted them, closing her eyes with content. It was so flavorful. The eggs were so good. The bacon was the perfect amount of crispy. The fruit was delicious. The orange juice was refreshing.

“This is great, Erik,” Fae finished her eggs.

“Thank you.”

Fae looked at the photo again and then back at Erik.

“Do you have more photos with your parents?”

Erik looked over at her through his lashes while hunched over his food.

“I do. But my grandma has them all.”

“I see,” Fae took a sip of her juice, “what happened to them?”

Erik sat back in his seat and stared at Fae.

“Your parents? I-I’m sorry if you don’t want to answer. I know you said your mom died…”

“…uhm,” Erik looked away at their photo and then his eyes dropped to his lap, “My dad was murdered. My mom died in her sleep…brain aneurysm.”

Fae didn’t know what to say to that. She sat across from Erik with her fork suspended over her half-eaten plate, her vision growing foggy from tears that would have fallen if she didn’t wipe her eyes quickly. Erik finally looked up at her and she could see the pain in his eyes.

Erik rested his elbows on the table and leaned in, “My pops died during the LA riots in ‘92. He was just trying to keep the peace. Niggas ain’t like that shit so they killed him. Drive by…right in front of our house. I was on my Big Wheel and–and I just…”

Erik shrugged both of his shoulders. He twisted his thick lips and shook his head, as if to say that’s how it was living in that environment. You gotta watch your back.

“All because he was doing better for himself. It was envy…my mom she just…she never got over it. She was so stressed all the time. I don’t even wanna get into the details with that but…yeah…my grandparents took me in, raised me up, dealt with my bullshit…”

“Erik, that’s a lot,” Fae had her elbows propped up on the table while her face rested in her hands. She was listening intently, “Too much for a child to just…take in, you know? To understand…I can’t even imagine��well, I get it.”

Erik sat up straighter in his seat and brushed it off, “All good. ‘Ppreciate you for listening.”

“Of course.” Fae replied with a warm smile.

Fae felt compelled to share more about herself.

“…My mom was a God-fearing woman. She tried to turn my sister and me into versions of herself. I’m sure you know how the Church can be…a bunch of judgmental hypocrites. What she didn’t know, was that I couldn’t stand being there because…”

Fae felt a single tear roll down her cheek. She brought her knees to her chest and wiped her cheeks with Erik’s hoodie. Erik looked at her with a crease in his brow and concerned eyes.

“My uncle…he would…”

Erik shook his head, “Fae…no,” Erik furrowed his brows.

He didn’t like where this conversation was heading. He didn’t even want to think about what she was going to say.

“…She didn’t believe me. She called me promiscuous, punished me for speaking up, made me feel guilty like it was my fault. I resented her. But…I just wanted her to love me. Be proud of me. I used to think it was because of me that she stopped caring about her health…”

Erik stood up from his seat and walked around the table until he was right next to Fae. He rubbed her back and told her that it was going to be okay. Fae released a shaky breath.

“Fae?”

Erik called out to her because she was too quiet.

Fae sniffled, “I’m sorry.”

“Why are you apologizing, love?”

“Because if I hadn’t asked you about your parents, we wouldn’t be here.”

Erik grabbed Fae by her hands and she stood up. He rubbed along her shoulders before tilting her chin up to look at him.

“You don’t need to apologize for that. We were having a deep, meaningful conversation. That’s all.” Erik reassured her.

Fae tilted her head at him, “We were just trauma-bonding. Again. Forget that we even had this discussion and let’s talk about something else.”

“…okay. Whatever you say, Miss Faedra.”

She shook out her limbs and Erik chuckled at how she looked swimming in his hoodie.

“I want some more food,” Fae grabbed her plate and walked back into the kitchen.

Erik was right behind her. Diesel and Deuce almost knocked him down the way they sprinted past him. He couldn’t stop thinking about what she’d just shared with him. Did her uncle…

“Chill out!” Erik shouted after them.

Watching her walk ahead of him on that perfect fall afternoon brought a smirk to his face. Fae looked back at Erik, beaming at him, the sun making her honeyed skin glow. Deuce was dragging her along to the dog park and Fae almost tripped in her platform Uggs. Erik grabbed her by the hand and she laughed against his arm.

Finally at the park, they released Deuce and Diesel to play amongst the other dogs. Fae took pictures of Deuce and Diesel running amuck while Erik stood there, watching her intently. He had to gather himself when she caught him staring and winked.

Faedra McAdams.

This petite woman that reminded him of Pocahontas is affecting his heart in ways he’d never genuinely experienced. Erik never knew it possible to fall so hard for someone in such a short period. It’s only been almost a month. It’s definitely more than lust. He really likes her. Erik kicked at the gravel beneath his feet deep in thought. Hands in the pockets of his sweats, he thought about their situation.

When she does break up with Cordell, will she still pursue me?

I want to take her out on a date.

She’s so good with Diesel.

I want to know more about her.

“You only have a sister?”

Faedra turned towards Erik.

“I do. I had a step brother…he passed.”

“Damn,” Erik shook his head, “What happened?”

“Gun violence.”

Fae gave Erik a small smile.

“What?” Erik asked.

“You were in deep thought over there…everything okay?”

He bobbed his head, “All good, ma. Just thinking about this damn job.”

Erik dragged his hands down his face.

How would she react when I tell her I assassinate people for a living?

“Where do you have to go?” Fae questioned.

“Bangkok. Not sure how long but it just depends on the extent of the job. I really should be training but…”

Erik cocked his head at Fae and his eyes flashed with playfulness. She rolled her eyes at him and pursed her luscious lips.

“So, it’s my fault?”

“Damn right. A pleasant distraction…”

Fae crossed her arms and turned her face away to hide her blush. She started walking in the other direction around the play area and Erik followed her. She glanced back at Erik over her shoulder and squinted at him with a teasing smile on her face.

“…so, these doggy dates, right?”

“Yeahhh,” Fae replied.

Erik walked up behind her and pressed his lips to her ear, startling her.

“Does it involve doggy style?” He whispered.

Fae giggled and shook her head.

“You’re so stupid.”

“So, that’s a yes?”

Fae looked heavenward.

“Okay,” She licked her lips.

Erik dragged his bottom lip between his teeth. They made it back to there same spot to check on their dogs. Fae glanced at her phone a few times with her forehead puckered. Erik knew who it had to be.

“That nigga keep blowing your phone up?”

“Yep,” Fae exhales, “He’s back at the apartment.”

Erik gave Fae a once-over and then looked away.

“He’s really pissing me off,” Fae showed Erik her phone with another call from him, “Like, leave me the hell alone right now.”

Erik had a light bulb moment. He snickered to himself before locking eyes with Fae. She surveyed his expression.

“What are you laughing at this time, goofy?”

“Oh, just…forgot to bring a ball for the boys to play fetch. I just had a little idea of what we could use…”

Erik’s eyes dropped down to Fae’s knock-off. She followed his gaze and it took her a minute to catch on, but when she did, her laugh was splendid. She was bent over, hands to knees, hysterical. Erik brought a hand to his stomach and his shoulders bounced with his own laughter.

“You make me sick!” Fae wiped her eyes.

“Diesel!” Erik whistled.

“Deuce!” Fae called out.

They both came bounding over.

“Fuck it,” Fae emptied her bag, “Here.”

Erik gladly accepted the bag. He shook it in front of Deuce and Diesel and they followed it closely with their eyes.

“Fetch!”

Erik tossed the bag and both of them sprinted off. Fae watched with wide eyes and her hands covering her mouth with surprise. Erik couldn’t stop chuckling. They had their teeth latched onto her bag, tugging and yanking with their strong jaws. Fae witnessed the destruction with shock.

Diesel had the shredded bag in his mouth and Deuce had the handle hanging from his mouth. They ran up on Erik and he took the ruined fragments. He held them up for Fae to look at and she couldn’t believe it.

“They chewed through that motherfucka!” Erik smiled with his dimples deep, “Gahhhh.”

Fae was in a fit of giggles.

“He’s gonna be so pissed.” Fae said.

“Good.” Erik replied.

They let Deuce and Diesel play for another thirty minutes before heading back to the apartment. Diesel went for a bathroom break and Erik groaned when he had to pick up his shit. Fae gave him some hand sanitizer.

“I meant to ask, who is Pandora and Jermaine?”

Fae giggled, “My two besties. I met them in college. They’re models. Before I met Cordell, they took me all over NY. All the exclusive parties, fashion shows…it was fun. I got with Cordell and he’s been very vocal about his disdain for them.”

“So, he’s just one big hating ass bitch?”

Fae laughed, “Pretty much.”

At the apartment building now, Fae stops in her tracks when Erik opened the door for her to enter.

“What?” Erik stared at Fae with a puzzled look.

“We should go up separately.”

Erik gave Fae a half shrug, “Okay. I’ll let you go first.”

Fae finally walked inside and Erik took slow strides to the elevator while Fae quickly pressed the button. He could sense her anxiousness. She was fidgeting with Deuce’s leash, tapping her foot, and sighing.

“Fae, calm down. You know I’m right next door if you need me. And you have my number.” Erik reassured her.

Fae gave Erik a small smile as she entered the elevator. He could sense her hesitancy. Erik was afraid of what might go down. He didn’t know anything about Cordell besides the fact that he’s a cheater and hates Erik’s guts. This man could have a temper. One that requires him to be put in check.

“Call me if you need me, Fae. I’m serious.”

Fae nodded her head and waved to Erik as the doors closed.

Keys in the door, Fae opened it carefully and as she walked in, she could hear the kitchen sink running. She shut the door behind her slowly and stood at the door for a minute to try and gather herself. She hadn’t had time to prepare to face Cordell after all that transpired. Fae’s eyes scanned the living room and she tried to find any traces of the other woman. Of course, there wouldn’t be. If it was, Cordell had cleaned up.

Fae crouched down to release Deuce and he sprinted off into the kitchen. She sat his leash down on a side table next to the door along with her keys. She looked down at her body and instantly her eyes went round. She was still wearing Erik’s hoodie! She rushed to take it off and couldn’t figure out where to toss it for now.

“Fae?!”

Cordell turned off the kitchen sink. Fae quickly walked over to the couch and threw the hoodie behind it before taking a seat. As soon as she sat down, Cordell entered the room and he had a well rehearsed expression of worry.

“Hey,” Fae said with uncertainty in her voice. She cleared her throat to speak again, “Hey, baby.”

Cordell walked over to her and Fae held her breath. He sat down next to her and kissed her cheek. Her jaw tightened.

“Had me worried,” Cordell’s eyes scanned her body, “Where’s your jacket?”

Shit.

“Left it at Pandora and Jermaine’s. I wanted to get home to check on Deuce and take him for a walk.”

Fae shifted her hips away from Cordell on the couch. Even the feel of his leg against hers angered her.

“So, you came home and took Deuce for a walk with no jacket on? I’m shocked,” Cordell chuckled, “You know how your immune system is for shit.”

Fae let out a fake laugh, “Yeah. Today isn’t bad. It’s like sixty-five degrees out.”

“What did y’all do last night?” Cordell circled his arm around Fae’s shoulders.

Nigga, get your cheating ass hands off me!

“Went out for drinks, came back to the apartment to play a little Uno, sat up and talked…girl stuff…”

“I’m just glad you’re safe. I was worried all night about you, baby. I ended up going to bed early. I was so tired after grading those papers…”

He went on and on with his lie and Fae sat there zoned out. She focused her attention on her coffee table and noticed her special candles were out of place.

“My candles,” Fae leaned forward to fix them, “Did you move these?”

Fae looked at Cordell and he had this nervous look on his face. He tried to hide it with a chuckle and a slap to his forehead like he’d forgotten about it.

“My fault, babe. Spilled some water and did a quick clean up.”

“Oh, okay,” Fae sat back, “Thought you might’ve had someone over.”

Cordell looked at Fae for a second. His eyes were guilty as fuck.

“Hell no. Could have been you but you had to go out with your friends.”

Really nigga? Fae thought. She had something for that ass.

“Dell, I gotta show you something. Don’t get mad, okay?”

Cordell frowned his forehead, “What could I be mad about?”

Fae stood up and walked towards the door to retrieve her damaged purse that was beyond repair. She had to gather immense strength to keep from having a laughing fit.

“So…this happened at the doggy park—”

“What!!”

Cordell shot up from the couch and took long strides towards Fae. He plucked the pieces from her hands and turned it every which way, mouth hanging open and anger in his eyes.

“How the fuck did this happen, Fae?”

Fae shrugged both of her shoulders while she chewed on her lip.

“I can’t believe this. You know how much this cost me? Almost 2 bands.”

It barely cleared two hundred dollars, Fae thought.

“I’m sorry. The dog just latched onto my bag at the park—”

“Did Deuce do this?” Cordell questioned with an accusatory tone, cutting her off.

“No. It was some random dog at the park, Cordell—”

“Why would some random dog chew up a fucking bag, Fae?”

“I don’t know, go ask the owner.” Fae fired back.

“You don’t seem too upset about it. This shit wasn’t cheap, bruh,” Cordell groaned with irritation, “Like you don’t get that shit—”

“My rent ain’t cheap, Cordell. It’s just a bag, it was an accident!”

“To you,” Cordell argued, “When it’s coming out of my pockets it concerns me.”

“You can just get me a new one.” Fae replied matter-of-factly.

Cordell looked at her like she had two heads.

“Do you even deserve a new one after this?”

Oh, so now he’s talking to me like I’m a child?

“Cordell, relax. And yes, I do deserve it.” Fae sassed.

Fae brushed past him and Cordell followed her all the way to their room. Deuce was barking after Cordell because he could sense that Fae was upset. Cordell caught up with Fae and slammed the door in Deuce’s face. Fae turned on her heels and scowled at Cordell from the other side of the bed.

“Don’t slam the door in my dog face, Cordell!”

“You know what I think,” He pointed a finger at her, “I think Deuce did this shit.”

“Oh my god,” Fae laughed at the audacity, “Cordell, I’m done with this conversation. I have a hair appointment in about two hours I gotta get ready.”

“Fine.”

Cordell tossed the chewed up bag onto the bed, opened the door and stormed off. Fae quietly laughed to herself, rolling around the bed. Deuce hopped up on the bed next to her and started licking her face. Fae rubbed his back and tried to calm herself down but the tears were rolling into her hairline.

Her phone vibrated with a text and she grabbed it from her back pocket to check it. A smile instantly spread across her lips. Fae flipped over onto her stomach, legs swinging, typing out a reply to her sneaky link.

“I’m sorry.”

Fae looked up at Cordell. He was standing in the doorway with a sorry look on his face.

“It’s okay…”

Fae put her phone face down and got up from the bed to hug Cordell. He wrapped his arms around her and pulled her into his embrace. Fae looked to the ceiling with a roll of her eyes before Cordell released her. He leaned in and pressed his lips against hers and tried to give her tongue but Fae broke the kiss.

“I gotta go,” Fae grabbed her phone and another purse—a small black Telfar—from her closet, “I’m gonna be late for my hair appointment.”

Cordell sat down on the bed, “Mom’s is having that party tonight. You still wanna come with me?”

Fae acted as if she were considering it, but deep down she wasn’t going. Before she discovered that her man was cheating on her, she might have. But, Cordell’s family are just as fake as he is. This wouldn’t be the first time he brought another woman around his family and they turned a blind eye. Fae was certain of that.

“…No. I think I’m gonna relax. After going out last night, my body is exhausted. I hope that’s okay…”

Cordell lowered his head and gave Fae a dismissive wave of his hand, “It’s all good, Fae. Maybe next time, right?”

There won’t be a next time.

“Yeah. I’m sorry, babe. You look like you really wanted me to go,” Fae pouted her lip, “Listen, I’ll go with you—”

“Fae, it’s okay,” Cordell smiled, “I want you to relax. I’ll be fine, baby.”

“You sure?” Fae bat her lashes at Cordell.

“I am. I promise.”

“Well, I may not see you when I get back…”

Cordell nodded his head, “Yeah I gotta head out a little earlier to help her set up. You know how my lazy ass brother is. Don’t wanna do shit…”

Fae gave Cordell one final hug and kiss and he tapped her on the butt. She turned back and waved before leaving the room.

“Hey! Maybe when I get home we can have a little session? I ain’t been in my pussy for the last couple of days.”

Fae cringed.

“We’ll see! Love you!”

“Love you too!”

She collected her things, including Erik’s hoodie, and left the apartment

Erik had just finished feeding Diesel. He took him out for a quick bathroom break and on his way back he thought about taking Fae out for dinner. He put on a white T-shirt with olive green cargo pants that fit snug at the ankles and white air force 1’s. He accessorized with diamond studded earrings, a white gold, thick cuban link chain, and a diamond gold Rolex. Erik completed the look with a black Supreme varsity letterman jacket.

He did one final sweep of his room to make sure he had everything before making his way out towards the door. Fae texted him that he could come over and Erik was out the door. He casually walked up to her door and knocked three times. Fae opened the door and Erik picked up Deuce so he wouldn’t run into the hall.

Erik looked around Fae’s apartment. It was stylishly furnished and spacious. She had a lot of large plants in her living room, and plenty of wall art. Erik brought his eyes to Fae and admired her. She looked pretty for the date night. He was digging the braids heavy.

He could see her ass through her tall ornate mirror that she had propped up in her living room. It was sitting in those jeans.

“Hi,” Fae gave Erik a flirty smile, “you look handsome.”

“Thank you.”

Erik couldn’t help but to gently stroke Fae’s chin. He tilted her head up and went in for a kiss on those soft, glossy lips. He noticed that she’d outlined her lips with a brown pencil. Mmmm. He stole another kiss and licked his lips to taste her gloss. It tasted like cherries. His wide hands cuffed both of her cheeks and he squeezed, groped, and fondled her backside.

“You wearing this shit, baby,” Erik looked over at the mirror, “Slim-thick for real.”

“Stop making me blush,” Fae said with a cute, whiny voice.

“When you deserve it? Nah…”

Erik brought his lips to her neck and Fae squeaked. It was the cutest thing Erik ever heard.

“Erik,” Fae tried to get his attention, “we gotta go…”

Fae walked away and Erik popped her on the ass. She checked everything and grabbed her keys, following Erik out of the apartment hand-in-hand. They took the elevator down, Fae standing in front of Erik while he wrapped his arms around her and put his nose in her hair. Fae was loving that he was very touchy-feely with her. He couldn’t keep his hands to himself. Or his lips. Or his dick. She was in pure bliss. He wanted to see her smile and blush all the time just as much as he wanted to see her bite her lip and make love faces.

In the garage, they made their way to Erik’s car and when he pressed the button twice to unlock it, Fae’s arched brows rose.

Erik opened her door for her and Fae climbed in. He shut her door and made his way around to get into the driver’s seat.

“This is so fire,” Fae looked around, feeling on the dash, “I love the matte finish on the car.”

“Thanks,” Erik glanced at her with a half smirk, “Buckle up, passenger princess.”

Fae giggled. Secured, they were on their way to Konoko. Erik was listening to Usher previously. Fae recognized the song and she started singing along.

Erik joined in, his voice surprisingly good. It wasn’t Usher good, but he could hold a note. Erik caught Fae watching and he started singing to her.

On this side (This side)

Legs up like a peace sign (Ooh)

Two cups down, got her tongue-tied (Tongue-tied)

Can't wait 'til I'm inside (Inside)

Beat, beat 'til the sunrise

All up in her hair like a hair tie

Two cups down, got us tongue-tied

I can't wait 'til I'm inside, woah…

“Okay vocals!”

“I meannn,” Erik stroked his chin all cocky, “I can do a lil’ somethin’ somethin’.”

Fae silently laughed to herself. Erik’s hand found its way to her thigh as he drove. He caressed her while one-hand whipping his car. Occasionally they would catch each other’s eye and smile. SWV-Right Here started playing and Fae squealed excitedly. She turned it up and started shimmying her hips and rocking her shoulders in time to the old skool beat. Erik was right with her, head bopping and mouthing the lyrics.

“Right Here! Be Right Here! RIGHT HERE!”

“No fear, Have no fears! NO TEARS!”

Erik slowed down behind a truck at a red light. He acted like Fae’s personal hype man.

“Okay!” Erik said.

“You know I sound a hot mess!” Fae shouted over the loud music.

Erik pulled off. They drove for another twenty minutes and finally, they made it to Konoko. It was packed which was expected, so Erik had to drive around for a little bit to find a parking spot. Erik quickly parallel parked and made his way around to open Fae’s door.

“Hello! Welcome to Konoko. My name is Malcom, I’ll be your server for today. Is this your first time dining with us?”

At the heart of the establishment, Konoko embraces the “one love” spirit of Jamaica. Each reservation and every encounter with their guests reflects this deep-rooted ethos, ensuring a unique and authentic Jamaican experience for all. They are best known for their exceptional service, and delectable cuisine.

“Yeah, this is our first time. What would you recommend for drinks?” Erik asked.

“Cocktails?” Malcom responded.

“Yes.”

They both spoke in unison. Fae gave Erik a surprised look and he laughed. It was as if they were twin flames.

“It depends on your preferences. What were you looking at on the menu? I can give you my personal opinion about it.” Malcom said.

“Cool. You first,” Erik motioned to Fae.

“I was wondering if I could try your Rhum Punch. Is it really good? Like straight from Jamaica good?”

Malcolm gleamed, showing off the gap between his teeth and nods his head, “The Rhum Punch is actually my favorite. I’ve tried them all but that one I really love. It’s a great balance.”

Fae perked up, “I’ll have that one then.”

“Okay. For you, Sir?”

“The Bob Marley. That’s an icon,” Erik stated, eyebrows disappearing beneath his locs, “so the drink gotta be good, right?”

Fae chuckled.

“It’s definitely a hit if you’re looking for something stronger. I like it, but it’s too strong for me. One of those is enough to get me drunk honestly.”

“You’re speaking my language, bro. I’ll take The Bob Marley.”

“Got it. Anything else? Appetizers?”

Erik and Fae looked over the starter menu. She knew what she wanted instantly, but she wasn’t sure if Erik would agree. She looked over at Erik expectantly through her lashes. He caught her eye and smirked at her.

“Do you know what you want?” He asked.

“Uh…maybe we can do the jerk wings.”

“We’ll have that,” Erik pondered, twisting his thick lips, “Also, I’ll get the coconut shrimp as well.”

“Perfect,” Malcom scribbled that down, “I’ll be right back with your drinks and some water.”

“Thank you.”

They did it again.

“So, Miss. Fae, how are you enjoying our date so far?” Erik questioned with a playful expression.

“I’m having a lot of fun.” Fae said with a blush.

“Faedra?!”

“Oh my god, that is her!”

Her heart leaped into her throat. Erik followed those voices with a crease in his brow. Two women walked over dressed in their finest freekum dresses with stilettos. The taller woman with the natural fro wore a Chanel bag and the other woman with a side-part quick weave wore a Brandon Blackwood purse. What a coincidence would it be to run into her two best friends tonight of all times?

“Pandora!” Fae was referring to the taller woman, “Jermaine!” Her brown eyes looked at her other friend, “Wow! Funny running into both of y’all! Hey besties!” Her voice was numb with shock.

Pandora’s eyes were wide and she put on a forced smile, glancing over at Erik. Jermaine was staring him up and down with accusatory eyes.

“Fae-Fae, who is this?” Pandora asked, pointing at Erik with her long, acrylic hot pink nail.

“Yes, who is your dinner partner?” Jermaine questioned with a hint of sarcasm.

“Uh—”

“Erik.”

Erik confidently held out his hand and Pandora grabbed it first to shake. Jermaine shook his hand but continued to keep an eye on him. Both ladies looked at Fae with the we have a lot to talk about look. She had a lot of explaining to do apparently.

“Erik? Okay…nice to meet you,” Jermaine looked Erik up and down, trying to come up with a reason in her mind why Fae would be on a date with another man, “How do you know our Fae-Fae?”

“He—”

“We’re neighbors.”

Fae cut her eyes at her friends and smiled nervously.

“Oh. That’s…” Pandora and Jermaine shared a look, “That’s interesting.”

Erik furrowed his brows and blinked at both of them while the corner of his mouth twitched, fighting the urge to laugh.

This was awkward.

“Well, we should be going,” Jermaine looped her arm around Pandora’s quickly, “Fae-Fae, we love you, be safe, and…we’ll talk to you later, okay?”

“Of course,” Fae shifted in her seat, “I’ll call you ladies tomorrow.”

“Why don’t we go out for brunch?!” Pandora suggested.

“Sounds good to me,” Fae nodded her head, her eyes saying more than what she wanted to say at the moment.

“Okay, good night, Erik. Nice meeting you,” Pandora waved goodbye.

“Good night,” Jermaine bid them farewell.

Both ladies strutted away but they glanced back at their booth with nosy eyes. Fae exhaled a shaky breath and fidgeted in her seat, unable to meet Erik’s eyes. He was watching her closely with a smirk on his plump lips.

“Here are your drinks…”

Malcom returned and placed their drinks on the table.

“Appetizers will be out soon, enjoy!”

“Thank you.”

Again.

“Ooo,” Erik smacked his lips after taking a sip, “That is good. Well mixed, strong, lots of flavor. I’m feelin’ it.”

Fae took a sip of hers and her brown eyes widened with happiness.

“I love it! It’s delicious,” she took another sip and slid her drink aside for a moment.

Erik continued drinking his, bobbing his head to the music, onyx eyes glancing around. Fae twirled her straw around her drink. She was bursting to say something about what had just happened. She was ready to explode.

“That was unexpected, huh?” Fae giggled.

“Yeah,” Erik sat his drink down, chuckling, “You weren’t prepared for that one at all.”

Fae rolled her eyes.

“I’m surprised you haven’t said anything to them about it.” Erik said.

“I—I really didn’t want to share this…I kinda wanted to do my own thing without people telling me what I shouldn’t do.”

Erik mulled her words over while studying her face.

“Isn’t what Faedra wants to do more important than anybody else’s unprovoked opinion?”

She tilted her head in agreement, “It is.”

“So, there’s nothing to be embarrassed or nervous about.” Erik said.

Fae sipped from her straw and visibly relaxed. The appetizers came out and Fae took pictures of the food. They sampled food from each other’s plates and both were delicious. Fae let Erik eat the rest of her wings so she could save room for the curry shrimp, peas and rice, cabbage, and coco bread.

“When is your birthday?” Erik asked.

“Oh, August 5th. You?”

“March 22nd.” Erik replied.

Fae’s eyes lit up.

“You’re an Aries?!”

“Mhm.” Erik nibbled on his straw.

“Passionate, intense, and always up for a good time. Impulsive and spontaneous. Fiery temper…”

Erik smiled with deep dimples at Fae, “So, you’re into astrology?”

“Yes I am! That’s my shit,” Fae snapped her fingers and stuck her tongue out, “I love Aries!”

“What else do they say about Aries men?”

Fae smiled at Erik excitedly. She was all for this conversation. Cordell hated whenever Fae talked about astrology. He didn’t believe or find any of it fascinating.

Why do women pay so much attention to signs? It’s all bullshit.

“As far as love goes, Aries men are incredible with communicating and your love language is physical touch. You’re not afraid to show your feelings and you’re always honest. Great partner for independent women…”

Erik listened intently leaning back against the booth seat with his arms folded over his chest.

“…You’re natural leaders, full of confidence, and ready for action. So intelligent and quick-witted. Great charisma, fun as hell to be around, the list goes on and on.”

Fae stopped to take a breath and Erik laughed. His laugh was so contagious and Fae loved the sound of it.

“Thank God I’m an Aries,” Erik made prayer hands and looked up towards the ceiling with a smirk, “This beautiful woman right here loves Aries men.”

Fae giggles, “Funny enough…guess who Aries are compatible with?”

“Let me guess,” Erik propped his elbows up on the table with a jerk wing between his fingers and a half smile on his lips, “Leo’s.”

“Bingo,” Fae blushes, “Strong physical attraction…a lot of passion and love for each other. They’re are differences that can lead to heated arguments but all in all they trust each other.”

Erik was happy with those words. He didn’t know much about astrology, mostly because it didn’t interest him before, but to hear Fae speak so passionately about it, he wanted to know everything. The conversation veered to childhood memories where they shared more laughter and eventually Fae changed the subject.

“Have you ever been in love?”

“Uh,” Erik sat his fork down and grabbed his drink, “I have…”

“What was her name?”

“Gina.”

“Where did you two meet?”

“College. Same major. Uh…she was my first real relationship.”

Fae nodded her head, “What happened?”

“We…were at different points in our life. I was always away…training…she was sleeping with one of my friends while I was away—”

“What?!” Fae whisper-yelled, “Erik, you’ve been cheated on?”

“Yeah. I was…I was hurt. I came home, found them in our bed having sex…passionate sex too…I could only react by…killing him.”

Fae was frozen with her mouth unhinged and eyes wide.

Erik cracked a smile and laughed, “I’m just fuckin’ with you. I didn’t kill him—”

“Jesus, Erik—”

“I beat his ass good though.” Erik twirled his empty glass in hand.

“So…you really know what it’s like?”

“More than you know, ma,” Erik smirked at her from across the table, “looks like we’re trauma-bonding again.”

“Ha, no,” Fae said, “just two halves of one whole.”

Erik let out a suppressed laugh, “Aren’t you glad I’m your sneaky link?”

“Ecstatic.” Fae replied with a wink.

While they talked, they ordered their entrees which were heavy portions. Erik settled on the oxtail and it was the best he’d ever had. He loved Jamaica the one time he’s been there, but the last oxtail he had there was really fatty and the oxtail from Konoko had a good amount of meat on it. They both shared coco bread and ordered some plantains to go.

“This place is definitely a ten out of ten for me.”

Fae was on her way back from the restroom and she accepted her purse and jacket from Erik before leaving.

Erik held the door opened for her, “I’ll definitely be back. It was worth the money.”

Erik held out his hand and Fae grasped it tightly. They waited for several cars to roll by before crossing over to their parked car.

“After you, princess,” Erik held her door open and placed his hand on Fae’s butt while she lowered on to the seat.

“Thank you, daddy,” She said with a sweet voice.

Erik settled into his car after placing the food on the backseat.

“I have one more place to take you for our date night.”

Fae looked at Erik. She turned her body in her seat with curious eyes. He started the car and they were easing out of the parked spot.

“Is it a secret?” Fae asked.

“No,” Erik glanced at her, “You’ll know instantly anyway so I might as well tell you.”

Fae pouted her bottom lip and looked heavenward with a perplexed look in her eyes, “Where are we going?”

“Shooting range.”

Pow! Pow! POW!

Pop! Pop! POP!

Fae was icy with panic. She brought both of her hands up to cover her ears over the shooting earmuffs while following closely behind Erik. Being there made it all more real for her. Erik booked a secluded section and in front of them behind the plexiglass was two glocks ready for use. Erik swiftly picks it up and checks the magazine on both guns.

“Fully loaded,” Erik cocked both guns, “okay, this one is for you…careful, Fae.”

“Oh—okay,” Fae grabbed the gun with shaky hands.

Pop pop POP!

Fae ducked and Erik laughed.

“Baby, it’s okay. We’re safe.”

Fae looked up at Erik with an anxious look on her face.

“I’m gonna help you with your form before we shoot,” Erik stood behind her, “use both hands, Fae. Place the gun securely into your dominant hand…okay, now spread apart your thumb and index finger. Place the gun into the crook that forms…like this…keeping the gun back strap as high as possible…”

“…Notice that there is a gap between the heel of your hand and the tip of your fingers to the left side of the grip? Take your non-dominant or support hand and wrap it around the strong hand so that this gap is no longer visible…”

Erik was pressed firmly behind Fae. Her heart was racing in her chest. She looked past the eye protectors on her face at the target straight ahead.

“I can’t believe I’m doing this.” Fae said.

“No, position the thumb of your non-dominant hand so that it overlaps with the thumb of your dominant hand…good girl…when it comes time to fire the gun, place your index finger on the trigger. The space between the tip of your finger and the top knuckle should be the only part on the trigger…”

“Got it,” Fae released a sigh, “So just…shoot?”

Erik’s hands came up to support Fae’s arms. The target was straight ahead, awaiting bullets. She was nervous and unsure of herself.

“Fae, you got this. I’m sure you’re a natural. Just don’t overthink it. Just...picture Cordell's ugly mug and set it off.” Erik reassured her.

Fae's eyes damn near popped out of their sockets at what Erik said. Erik let out a suppressed laugh and bumped Fae from behind with his crotch.

"All jokes. You got this, baby girl."

“Okay…”

POP!

The gun was a little unstable in her grip during recoil. She was shocked by the way it felt to shoot a handgun. Fae laughed nervously and looked up at Erik expectantly.

“Not too bad, don’t hold it so loose though, baby. Try again.”

POP POP POP-POP—POP!

“See?! Not so bad, is it?”

Erik brought his face around to kiss Fae on the cheek. She sat the gun down with shaky fingers.

“That was an adrenaline rush!”

Erik bit his lip while pressing a button to bring the target towards them, “let’s see how many holes you put in him.”

He grabbed the target and Fae counted all the bullets.

“No head-shots.” Fae pouts.

“Doesn’t matter. You hit the target. That’s impressive, baby. Wanna go again?”

Fae agreed and picked up her gun. Erik fixed her posture and the grip she had on the handgun and after his words of encouragement, Fae shot at the new target and the way her eyes brightened made Erik smile from ear to ear. She was so ecstatic. When they retrieved the target, Fae squealed excitedly. He couldn’t help but to look at her with a big smile.

“I wanna see you shoot,” Fae looked up at Erik through her lashes.

“You do?” Erik picked up his gun, “Anything for you.”

Fae giggles. She stood back to give Erik some space. Erik removed his jacket and handed it to Fae to hold. He rolled his shoulders and flexed his fingers. A new target appeared and Erik used the same two-hand technique as Fae. Fae could see the muscles in his arms flex from all the strength he used to grip the pistol. Once his grip was secure, he pushed his arms out in front of him. He positioned his wrists so that the heel of his non-dominant hand is as high and flat on the gun as possible. He started firing the gun with a steady grip. Everywhere he aimed, the bullet would precisely hit the target. The recoil didn’t faze him at all.

Fae was impressed and…horny. Erik put the safety back on the gun and sat it down so he could bring the target to him.

“Wow,” Fae admired his target, “Three head shots…you show off.”

She shoves Erik and he caught her with his arms wrapping around her.

“I like watching you shoot.” Fae admitted with a blush.

“Hm,” Erik smirked down at her, “Are you trying to tell me something, baby girl?”

Fae blinked her eyes away. Erik gripped her chin gently, turning her eyes back onto him.

“I can show you better than I can tell you,” Fae whispered seductively.

Erik licked his lips when Fae’s hand rested over his crotch. She rubbed up and down, igniting his dick, causing Erik to grunt.

“You want me out here with my dick poking, ma?” Erik whispered.

“I can’t help myself,” Fae could feel him stiffening beneath her hand, “You make me do bold shit like this.”

“What other bold shit you tryna get into?” Erik asked with a hushed tone, “We got all night,” both of his hands gripped her ass.

“Take me home so we can fuck some more.”

Her voice. The way she whispered that. Erik’s dick jumped. Her voice alone did things to him.

“Anything for you, pretty girl.”

Fae puckered her glossy lips and Erik pressed his lips against hers. They tongue-kissed deeply, attracting attention from others.

“Can we go, please?” Fae begged against Erik’s lips.

“Aight,” Erik pulled away.

Erik watched her closely, his eyes downcast and low. He stroked her braids from her face and his thumb caressed her sunken cheek. He was reclined back, pants and briefs pushed towards the top of his thighs, hips hanging lower on his leather seat.

She was a sight to behold. Erik looked at her like she was the most beautiful woman in the world with his dick in her throat. Her delicate hand had a handful of his balls to keep him upright while she sucked his veiny shaft with no hands. His lips were parted slightly and his eyes were commanding her.

Erik’s thumb smoothed over the side of her lips, outlining the shape of them wrapped snuggly around his shaft and covered in spit. He was mesmerized. She opened her eyes and looked up at him with a slow blink, seductively slurping on his dick. He formed a crease in his brow when she suctioned her lips on his tip nice and slow.

“You’re so fuckin’ pretty,” Erik dragged his lip between his teeth, “mmmm.”

She made these mewling sounds while she slurped and it drove Erik crazy.

“You’re such a pretty fuckin’ dick sucker…”

Fae’s lips popped off of Erik’s dick slowly and she sat up with wet lips. Her hand jerked him as their lips connected. Erik’s hips pumped at the same slow pace of Fae’s hand. She broke the kiss and pressed her cheek against his cheek. Both pairs of eyes were focused on her hand twisting and yanking on his pole.

“It’s so long and thick, daddy,” Fae whispered.

“Fae,” Erik gripped her chin firmly and pressed his lips against hers hungrily.

“Are you daddy’s baby? Are you my nasty little slut? Can daddy fuck you all over your apartment? Can daddy feel that pussy?” Erik spoke against her lips.

“Unh, yes, please, I need it.”

Erik’s dick throbbed in her hand. Pre cum gathered at the wide tip of his big dick and Fae cleaned it up with her lips.

“Fuck.”

The feeling of her tongue gliding over the veins, her warm mouth and tight jaws. Even the way she massaged his nuts had him going crazy.

“Fae, let go,” Erik had to pry her hand off his dick. It was standing straight up, “Let’s go to your place. I don’t wanna waste anymore time.”

“But,” Fae glided her fingertips over his shaft, “I want you to cum in my mouth.”

Erik’s dick twitched.

“I’ll cum in that mouth when we get back to your place. As many times as you want me to.”

Erik tucked his dick in his briefs. After securing his button and zipper, both of them exited the car. They slammed the doors in a rush, the sound echoing across the garage. Fae’s hand is still wet with spit and Erik walked with a wider stride because his dick was so hard. They entered the building and Erik had a hand around Fae’s waist.

When they entered the elevator, Erik gripped on Fae’s ass and gave it a few appreciative slaps. She smoothed her hand up and down his body, adding her nails into the mix. The doors opened onto the thirteenth floor and they walked out towards Fae’s door. Erik couldn’t keep his hands and lips to himself.

He watched Fae fumble with the keys. He paused to let her focus, but the way his dick throbbed like a heartbeat Erik couldn’t hold back much longer. The door opened and they stumbled inside before Erik slammed the door shut.

No Cordell. Deuce came bounding out from the back and Fae picked him up. Erik watched with a smirk, reaching out to rub Deuce. Fae excused herself to put Deuce in a room and Erik strolled around the living room before taking a seat on her sofa. He could hear Deuce barking and then shortly after Fae put on some music.

Erik swung his legs back and forth with his arms dangling over the back of the sofa. He was growing impatient. He needed her now. Cordell could be home any minute.

“Fae?” Erik called out to her impatiently.

“Coming!”

She was back and wearing just her panties and bra. She did a little twirl for him, biting her bottom lip. Erik stood up and made his way towards her. He shoved her playfully against the door and with both of her hands secured above her head, he kissed her with his tongue doing things in her mouth she couldn’t wait to feel on her clit.

“My dick hard,” Erik said with a raspy voice so close to her face his warm breath tickled her skin.

“Can I see?” Fae pushed her hips out towards Erik.

Erik released her arms.

“See,” Erik had his pants loose and he smoothed his briefs down, “boinggggg.” That dick popped out like a Jack-in-the-box.

Fae laughed, “Stupid,” She gripped him and twisted his length, “I didn’t suck it enough…”

“Get down there and suck it some more.” Erik replied.

She got down on her knees and Erik stepped out of his pants and shoes. Fae already had her lips wrapped around him. She bobbed her head and sucked him sloppy. Erik had her going crazy. She ate that dick up.

“There you go…mhm…you want this nut?”

“Mhm,” Fae locked eyes with him.

“How you like being on your knees for daddy?”

“Mm,” Fae twisted her hand on his shaft like a pepper grinder while sucking the rest. Her chest was covered in saliva.

She popped her lips off and jerked him faster, staring up at him to see his reaction. Erik scooped up Fae’s braids into a ponytail and forced her head towards his dick so she could suck some more.

“Get my dick back in that mouth…yes, just like that…just like that…Fae…here it comes—”

She continued to suck and each time her lips milked him. Erik squeezed his eyes shut and frowned his face in ecstasy. She cleaned him off with her tongue and when she finished, Erik picked her up and Fae wrapped her legs around his waist. With her in his arms, they walked over towards the sofa and Erik put Fae down.

He removed his shirt and jacket. Fae took off her bra and panties. Both of them were fully naked. Fae got on her knees and turned her back towards Erik. He crouched down behind her and spread her cheeks. Fae grabbed onto the back of the sofa and arched her back.

“Spread your legs some more…prop your knees up…perfect,” Erik admired her beautiful holes, “Been fucked in the ass before?”

He circled her back door entrance with his thumb. Fae’s body shivered.

“No. I haven’t tried anal.”

“…would you be down for that sometime?”

Fae tapped her fingers against the couch, thinking about it.

“Sure. Why the fuck not?”

They both laughed.

“You’ll love it trust me…just like you love it when I do this…”

Erik buried his face in her pussy from behind and sucked on her clit. His thick fingers sank into the flesh of her backside to keep her spread for better access. Fae moaned with her face buried into the sofa.

His tongue flicked her clit and then over the shape of her labia. His third leg sat on the couch, spasming and leaking pre cum. He couldn’t wait to fuck her. He loved the way she tasted. He loved that his dick and balls were all over her furniture. He wanted Cordell to walk in and find them like this—Erik’s tongue so far up her coochie and moaning his name.

“Mmmm fuck!”

Erik spelled his name on that pussy with his tongue and Fae came undone in his mouth. He slapped her ass and rubbed her clit with his thumb while kissing up her spine. His lips covered her tattoos all the way up until he was pressed against her ass.

“You want it like this?” Erik spoke with a whisper against Fae’s ear. He rubbed her pussy from behind with his fingers, “You want this raw dick?”

Fae gasped. She did. She really did. He could tell from the look in her eyes and her body language. He needed to be in that pussy without a condom.

“Uh-huh,” Fae said with a bite of her lip.

“Come on,” Erik helped her up from the couch. They grabbed their things and Fae led the way to her room, “Is he coming home tonight?”

“Probably not. But I’ll check to make sure. It is pretty late.”

“Yeah, do that. I’m tryna be in that pussy all over this apartment. Leave my mark in that shit.”

Finally in her room, Erik sat his clothes down on a chair and grabbed his phone. He sat on Fae’s bed with no care that the side he sat his naked ass and dick on could be the side Cordell slept on. Fuck that nigga.

Fae climbed onto the bed on her knees and sat up while looking through her phone.

“New bloodwork and other testing,” She showed Erik her lab results, “This was done about two months ago. I promise.”

“I believe you. This is mine,” Erik showed Fae his medical history. He had his done about a month ago during a physical, “Every three months for me.”

“He sent me a text about an hour ago. He’s not coming back because he’s been drinking. Wanna bet he’s over that bitch house?”

“You know he is,” Erik said with a shrug of his shoulders, “Fuck him. It’s all about me and you right now. I’m tryna make you cum in this bed, girl.”

Erik grabbed Fae and tackled her. They kissed and rolled all around on the bed. Erik nibbled on her neck and Fae giggled because she was ticklish. His teeth and lips covered her entire body and now he was doing the same to her ankles and toes.

“The way you were toting that pistol tonight turned me on, girl.” Erik said with a smile.

“For real?! That was you.”

“Nah, baby. It’s something about how gentle and kind and beautiful you are. You’re confidence is sexy, baby. Did you see how confident you were at the range?! Baby…”

Erik kissed down her legs until he was right in between again.

“If I could live between your thighs with my mouth on this pussy all day I would.”

Fae couldn’t stop blushing. Erik pushed her thighs back and his mouth was back on that pussy again. He took foreplay seriously. It was very important to him. The anticipation before the sex. He enjoyed kissing and oral sex for as long as he could stand it.

“I’m about to suck on this pussy again, okay?”

“Erikkkkk,” Fae ran her fingers through his locs.

“This my pussy.”

“Yes!”

“I know it is…pussy tastes so good, baby…”

His tongue flicked her clit and Fae’s hips levitated from the bed. The more she tried to run, the more Erik would put that pussy in his mouth and keep her locked in.

“You’re making me cum,” Fae whines, “Erik!”

He loved it when she said that. He staying on that pussy until she was finished shaking.

“Good girl,” Erik sat up and kissed her pussy, “stay just like this. I’m fucking you like this.”

Still spread apart, Erik pushed Fae’s legs back so that her lower half is raised from the bed. Erik’s hands are beneath her knees, keeping her locked in that position. Erik’s dick aimed straight for her opening and with just his hips, he thrust deep and slow. Fae’s body is pliant so it was easy for Erik to manipulate her legs so far back that he was grabbing her ankles.

“Oh, FUCK.”

Her pussy felt amazing wrapped around his dick. It was warm and soft and snug. Each time he withdrew his hips to the tip, her pussy yanked like she didn’t want him to go. It didn’t take long for him to make it cream.

“Oh, shit,” Fae watched his dick go in and out with a dazed expression, “ahhh—haahhh—”

Erik couldn’t look away. Her pussy eating his dick up, his dick fucking her, her clit poked out, her creamy pussy making a mess on his big dick, her titties with hard nipples pointed straight out, her mouth hanging open, that stuck expression on her face from how good that shit felt. All of it.

“Can’t run from this dick now,” Erik picked up the pace of his hips, “Got you right where I want you…”

“Ahhhh—Unh—hhhhunnnhuuuu—”

Fae’s bed was on a platform. Erik let one of his legs off the bed so he could stand while the other stayed on the bed. He got in that pussy from a different angle. Fae’s body was sideways and pile drives his dick in her pussy deep with ball-slapping strokes.

He had that bed bouncing and the springs making music. One of her ankles lifted to his shoulder and he could smell a fruity, scented oil on the delicate skin there. Erik buried his nose in it and inhaled.

“I—I’m cumingggggggggggg.”

Fae clawed Erik’s chest as she climaxed.

“Fuuuuck, yes, yes, daddy!”

Erik stayed buried inside of her while his lips sucked on her nipples. He released her legs so that she could stretch them.

“First time for everything, yeah?” Erik whispered to Fae, “I ain’t know you were flexible.”

“I used to dance,” Fae replied with a weak voice.

Erik pulled out and slapped his dick on Fae’s clit heavy.

“You need a minute?”

Fae sat up on her side and whimpered. Erik rubbed her body in all the sore areas. He had her folded in half. That definitely was a first for her. Her pussy was sore but she wanted more. Pussy was still wet, Erik had that effect on her. Fae spread her legs and couldn’t believe the amount of pussy juice she saw.

What she couldn’t get over and what she would be dreaming about is that dick. The feeling of his raw dick in her pussy made her walls tingle and her body shiver. Pussy was so wet on that big dick. Fae climbed off of the bed and she got down on her knees again. She grabbed his dick and started licking him clean.

Erik stared down at her with his locs almost shielding his eyes. The sweat on his chest and abs glistened beneath the yellow hue of her bedroom lights. Fae sucked him clean and Erik placed his hand on the base of her head, pushing forward.

“Ready for round two, baby?”

“Mhm,” Fae licked her lips and stood up on wobbly legs.

Erik lifted her chin with his finger and sucked on her bottom lip. Fae closed her eyes and allowed Erik to take control. Their lips released with wet smacking and he rubbed her chin with his thumb to clean up the spit.

Fae was back on the bed again and she arched her back for Erik. He got behind her on his knees and grabbed Fae’s wrist, pinning it behind her back. His wide tip found her wet hole again and he was right back in that pussy. Her walls convulsed and it caused him to sank deeper. Erik’s other hand secured around Fae’s neck from behind.

“Damn, this pussy deep.”

Fae’s ass bounced off of Erik’s crotch with precision. Her hips snapped forward sharply and all she could do was cry into the sheets. Literal tears rolled down her cheeks and spit seeped from her mouth creating a wet puddle.

“Oh my goodness! It’s right on my spot!”

“You’re still daddy’s little waterfall? Hmm? I want you to leak all over this dick.” Erik commanded.

“I can’t hold it,” Fae’s eyes crossed, “Fuccccck!”

She could feel herself squirting on his dick and she couldn’t stop. Her stomach tightened with her release and her toes curled.

“Oooooo,” Erik moaned, “Good pussy, bitch.”

Loud clapping noises bounced off of the walls. Erik let go of Fae’s neck and she turned her head to look back at him. Their eyes connected and all she could see was this strong, muscular man with beautiful skin and wild locs with gold in his mouth around his neck. He looked so primal fucking her.

“Fae, I can’t hold it,” Erik gripped her shoulders and plowed her, “Open up that fuckin’ pussy!” He said through clenched teeth.

“Oh—”

He pulled out and spurt after spurt of his cum landed on Fae’s back and ass. Fae turned around and licked him clean again. She was sucking on his balls while Erik couldn’t keep his eyes off of his cum on her tattoo-covered back.

“You’re a work of art,” Erik said between breaths.

Fae smiled at Erik and puckered her lips for a kiss. Erik pecked her lips a few times before he tongued her down.

“We should shower.”

“Yeah,” Erik got off of the bed, “Do you have some water?”

“It’s in the fridge if you want it cold and in the pantry if you prefer room temperature.”

Erik exited the room while Fae walked into her bathroom. She put her braids up into a bun and turned on her shower. Erik returned with two cold water bottles. Rihanna-Kiss It Better started playing on Fae’s Echo.

Erik walked into Fae’s bathroom and she was already in the shower rinsing her body off. He slid the glass door open and slipped inside carefully. Fae handed him a clean rag and some lavender-scented body wash. Erik swapped places with Fae to get his body wet and she couldn’t keep her eyes off of him. Her eyes roamed his body until she noticed a scar on his side.

Fae stroked it delicately and Erik jerked away. She withdrew her hand quickly and looked up into Erik’s eyes. He blinked at her and then his eyes fell to where she touched him. Now that Fae was focused, she noticed several scars on his body.

“I’m sorry,” She looked away.

“It’s okay.”

Fae chanced another glance at Erik. He was covered in soap.

“What happened to you?”

Erik’s locs were pressed against his forehead and dripping water. He stared at her intensely. Fae could feel butterflies in her belly.

“Doing my job. I was defending someone and took a knife.”

“Wow…Does it still hurt?”

“A little. It was pretty deep…”

Fae’s big brown eyes were sensitive as she studied his scar again.

“Can I touch it?”

Erik slowly nodded his head. He turned sideways and raised his arm. Fae placed her fingertips along the length of the scar tissue and Erik didn’t take his eyes away from her. Fae crouched down and what she did next shocked Erik. Her plump lips so soft and smooth pressed against his scar. Erik tilted his head at her and his eyelids fluttered shut. It felt good to him.

Fae kisses him there again. Her lips moved on to another scar. This one wasn’t as large as the first but she gave it the same amount of attention. Erik bites his bottom lip. He turned around to face her and Fae kissed any other scar she could find. The water from the shower head trickled down his body and dripped from his dick. Fae looked up at him through her lashes.

“Did that feel good?”

“Yeah…”

“I love your scars,” Fae sucked her bottom lip into her mouth, “they’re sexy.”

“Thank you.” Erik smirked.

Fae kissed along his dick and Erik extended his head back.

“Damn, Fae,” Erik bounced his dick in her face, “You gon’ make me fuck you again.”

“Not in the shower,” Fae laughs, “I don’t wanna fall.”

“Aight,” Erik helped her to her feet and Fae almost slipped, “Yeah, definitely not in the shower.”

They helped each other wash their backs and after one final rinse they left the shower still soaking wet. Erik surprised Fae by lifting her to sit on the edge of the sink. Bodies still soaking wet, Erik spread Fae’s legs and raised her right leg so that her ankle dangled over his shoulder and gripped her left leg beneath her knee. He twisted her hips and rubbed her clit.

“Pretty pussy wet as fuck…”

Erik slid two fingers inside. He curled his finger and stroked her pussy with his digits. It didn’t take long for her to cream.

“Fae, I’m addicted to your pussy…”

He had her pussy making noise.

“That pussy talking…she talking…”

“Yes,” Fae gripped the edge of the sink, “Daddy, fuck.”

“Fuck you?”

Erik flicked his tongue along Fae’s bottom lip. She sucked on his tongue and moaned against his lips when he rubbed her clit with those same fingers.

“Tell daddy what you want, mamas…”

“Fuck me….”

Erik dipped his hips and pushed his dick back inside like it never left. Fae’s head dropped forward and Erik had her by her thighs. He was fucking her alright. Dick hitting that pussy with long strokes. Their foggy reflection in the mirror behind them created the perfect scenery.

The sensation of Erik’s dick inside of her Fae couldn’t even put into words. Erik’s wet locs flung water all over her body from the motion. His eyes were so intense staring at her. Fae couldn’t look because it was too much.

“Baby,” Fae gripped Erik’s shoulders, “E!”

“Cum on this fuckin’ dick.” Erik ordered through clenched teeth.

“A ahh hmmmm,” Fae buried her face into Erik’s chest. Her body stiffened in his grip.

Erik kissed her on her shoulder and then he pressed his nose against her skin. He gently slipped out of her warm hole and helped her put her legs down.

“I’m gonna be so sore in the morning.” Fae said.

Back in the room, they rubbed down with some scented body oil and Erik was back inside of her pussy. Fae didn’t see it coming. She was halfway lying on her stomach and Erik dragged her towards the edge of the bed. He propped one leg up and thrust between her pussy lips from behind. Fae gripped the sheets and her body was so weak that she couldn’t even move.

“You love my pussy, daddy?” Fae asked with a hushed voice.

“I love this pussy…and I—”

“What—”

Fae looked back at Erik.

“Daddy?”

“Fuck—”

Erik pulled out and Fae sat up quickly so she could catch it in her mouth. Some of it landed on her cheek but the rest was down her throat. Fae cleaned her cheek off and smiled at Erik. He returned the smile but his eyes were holding so much unspoken emotion.

He put on his briefs and pants, “I’ll be back. I’m gonna change and put on something more comfortable.”

Fae climbed off of her bed, “Okay. Erik, is everything okay?”

“For sure,” He looked her up and down and gave her a small smile, “Is he really not coming back tonight? I don’t wanna cause any problems—”

“He said he wasn’t but…maybe I can sleep over your place instead?”

Erik looked away in deep thought while he shook his head to get his locs out of his face.

“Nah, I think you should stay here for the night. We gotta be discreet, right?”

“True,” Fae’s shoulders slumped, “You sure you’re okay?”

“Yeah,” Erik kissed her lips, “Wanna walk me to the door?”

“Of course.”

Fae grabbed her favorite grey robe and slipped it on. She made sure Erik didn’t leave anything behind. She walked him out towards the front door and Erik grabbed his jacket.

“Tonight was amazing, Fae. I mean it. I had the best damn time with you. I wanna do it again soon. You know I gotta leave for work...”

His eyes bore into hers. Fae didn’t know what shifted, but Erik was definitely feeling some type of way. Everything was going great.

“Thank you for everything. The date, the dick…”

Erik raised a brow and nibbled on his bottom lip.

“Thank you for taking my mind off of Cordell.”

Erik gave Fae a lopsided grin.

“You’re welcome, baby girl. Can I get a goodbye kiss?”

Fae pressed her body against Erik’s and he grasped her chin. His lips molded with hers and he slipped her some tongue before pulling away. Fae went in for another one but Erik opened the door, exiting the apartment. He blew her a quick kiss before shutting the door behind him.

“What was that about?”

Fae pressed her fingers to her lips and her back against the door.

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[pricegouge]

Have you ever watched the movie don’t breathe? Imagine reader breaking into the 141 guys house thinking it’ll be an easy robbery😭

Oh, I had too much fun with this lmao.

cw: poly!141, gn!reader, horror elements, kidnapping, reader is a cat burglar, spoilers for Don't Breathe, I guess? Abrupt ending

They weren't supposed to be home.

You'd been so careful, watching for weeks - months, mapping out their unpredictable schedule obsessively, finding rhyme and reason where you were first convinced there were none. But desperation drove innovation, and soon you'd found yourself running proper work sheets dedicated to each of them, cross referencing between them obsessively until you'd found a few hard and fast rules - minimal, but workable. Enough to have you slipping confidently past their high end security system in the early evening of a quiet Tuesday night.

Fuckin' Tuesdays. You should have known better; nothing good ever happens on a Tuesday.

It's hard to say where you'd miscalculated. Perhaps an error in your extrapolation of the little data you'd collected, just because they had always been gone for days on end each time they packed up their obscenely big SUV in the past didn't mean they always would. Maybe before that, when you'd decided the unassuming, but tightly secured house across town should be your next target after little more than some whispered gossip at the grocery store. ("Four incomes, and living in a place like this? I've seen the way they shop. Prepper types. Bet that house is insulated with cash.") Probably, it was earlier still, when your life had first started unfolding in a direction that often had you sneaking through windows and pawning gold lockets engraved with the names of loved ones you'd never known.

When you'd first heard the thud of car doors outside, you'd laughed to yourself a bit deliriously, thinking the only thing you were likely to make it out of this pickle with was a nice, new pair of matching silver bracelets. Now, watching through the slats of the cheap closet door as the biggest man you've ever seen in your life (Simon, as your brief stint as a PI had told you, though it's hard to recognize him now beneath the hard mask he has on) begins to undress for a shower, the pit of dread in your stomach sinks lower with each knife he pulls from the concealed folds of his damn tac gear and you know you'll be lucky to make it out of this place in cuffs.

The air is stifling in your little closet space, growing more so with every minute that passes as the growing humidity seeps into the unfinished wood of the door. The material blooms in the heat, the musty smell growing strong enough to override the strange mix of expensive cologne and cheap five in one body wash which adorn the shelf currently digging into your shoulder blade. It's hard to keep your breaths shallow in your panic, but you manage, jaw hinged wide and tongue pressed to the bottom of your mouth to avoid any latent nose whistles, or the wet sound of your saliva. Minutes pass. The man before you finally seems to run out of weapons and armor to remove and pulls his shirt up over his head, taking the skull mask off with it and your breath wheezes ever so slightly at the sight.

It's not a shock that he's big and mean, but the severity of it all takes you by surprise. Criss-crossed in corded muscles and scars alike, Simon is somehow more frightening now than he was before and there's no helping the loud sound you make when you swallow back your fear.

When his head whips around, it nearly startles a shriek from you, but you seal your lips tight when his gaze lands on the window, kitty corner to your hiding place. Still in his boots, you expect his step to ring ominously when he paces closer, but Simon moves with lethal grace, silent as the grave. You didn't even realize he had grabbed a knife until it glints in the streetlight glow, light speckled and refracted through the obfuscatory, pebbled window cling. Your breath stills, Simon's eyes narrow as he cranks the window open wider, confusion and apprehension evident. You're on the second story so no doubt he wonders how on earth he heard someone outside -

"LT, ye in h -?" The question cuts off with a low whistle and Simon looks like he's visibly fighting the urge to roll his eyes.

"Nothin' you 'aven't seen before, sergeant."

"Nothin' ah wouldn't mind seein' again." Johnny, one with the mohawk, counters. You'd never heard him speak before and the accent throws you briefly. He's dressed much like Simon had been, decked out in the kind of tac gear you've only ever seen in movies. Just your fucking luck. He sidles up behind the bigger man, hooking his chin over Simon's shoulder "What're ye doin'?"

"Thought I 'eard somethin'."

Johnny hums, distracted. His palm slides down the swell of Simon's stomach, fingers dipping just slightly under his waist band. "Well, when yer done bein' all paranoid, we should stop wastin' this wa'er."

Simon scoffs but follows easily enough after a final sweep of the street below. The two move together with distracting ease, the sight of their thickly muscled bodies sliding together as they finish undressing getting your breathing labored for a whole new reason, though you know better than to lose too much focus. You wait until they tuck themselves into the shower, the curtain bulging in places as it tries to keep them both hidden away.

The door creaks a bit as you slink out, but a well timed gasped from the Scot covers it and you suppress a relieved sigh, darting down the hallway on silent feet after a quick check reveals a clear path. At the top of the stairs, you stop and listen for movement below, barreling on before you can hesitate too much when you hear voices ringing from the kitchen and know you have a real shot of slipping out the front.

You've trained for moments like this, tiptoeing up and down your own stairs at home, balance beam precise, steps perfectly placed on the center support to avoid creaks. You've never had to use your skill before, always so careful to slip in and out when no one's home. It was a matter of time, you knew, but you can't believe your luck that it's paid off now of all times, in a house full of four extremely large men, all likely some sort of military as you're rapidly inferring.

The landing on the first floor is ill-guarded. You duck behind the dining table as quickly as possible and cast around for a better hiding place, thanking whatever god might be listening to thieves like you for older model homes. An open floor layout would see you dead right now, probably.

It goes against every instinct in your body to take a moment and collect your bearings but you force yourself into stillness, taking stock of your position before moving forward. On the other side of the wall to your right, the front door holds the key to your freedom. Before you, the hallway stretches toward the downstairs bath and the master bedroom, both of which have a window which will do in a pinch. But on the left, with a doorway which overlooks the corner you would need to pass to get to either, the kitchen houses the two remaining men - John and Kyle - who are currently talking animatedly about the mission they'd just been on. One of them, voice whiskey dark and gravel thick, recounts the frightened look on some poor sod's face right before he'd blown it clean off and the other hoots with laughter, diving into a tale of his own.

You don't listen much after that, ears ringing with panic. It makes it hard to gauge how much noise you make as you shift forward, peering through the rungs of the seat backs into the kitchen to check the angle of their view. They keep talking so you slink forward more, and more, until you're sure you have a shot.

But when you step forward into the open corner, your foot catches on the leg of a chair and the men fall silent as if drags across the floor.

Eyes locked on the kitchen, you don't take note of the direction which you're backing toward and suppress a curse when your hands find the wall of the hallway. You debate diving forward into the living room for all of two seconds before, in the kitchen, stools drag across the floor in an eerie echo of your own blunder, and you shuffle down the hall, thankful for the carpeting muffling your clumsy steps.

You're aiming for the bathroom, but you open the first door your hand falls on.

Cold, damp air greets you as you duck through the door, shutting it as quietly as you can manage, even forcing yourself to stay put as you slowly rotate the knob back into place to avoid the latch clunking into the strike plate. Straining your ears over the general hum of the basement appliances below, you hear the men grumbling in the dining room, pacing back and forth as they try to figure out the source of the noise. You slink back as they draw closer, walking sideways down the stairs with your eyes locked on the door above. The light's on, blessedly, dim bulb painting the cobwebs overhead yellow and amber. It's strange how proper fear reprioritizes such silly things as arachnophobia.

One of the the men - the same gruff voice from before - tells the other to check on the lovers and you sag in relief, assuming they'll head upstairs to see how the two men in the shower are doing -

But then the doorknob is turning again, and you're casting about for a place to hide when you finally take in your surroundings properly, your eyes falling on the cage and the two girls within as your breath stutters out and you truly start to hyperventilate. They watch you with owlish eyes, holding their fingers over their mouths in an attempt to keep you quiet. There's no need for that, but you watch raptly as they point to one of those narrow, high basement windows on the far wall. You nod, stumbling down the remaining steps, only to draw short when the door opens and a soft gasp tells you you've been spotted.

"The fuck -?" Kyle hisses and you panic, lunging behind a storage shelf and rifling around for a weapon as he thunders down the stairs. You settle on an old broom handle, wood dry and coarse in your palm. Kyle laughs when you spin around the shelf to meet him, but it's not him you aim at, arm arching high to smash the bulb. One of the girls shrieks, Kyle grunts when you jab at him, the end of your handle landing hard in his gut, unprotected in his blindness. He yanks it from you, splinters catching in your palm but you don't stop to acknowledge the pain. Eyes adjusting to the dark, you set your sights beyond him to the stairs and slink around him.

You know he hears you when you pass but he doesn't follow. You're confused until what little light you had goes out and you look back behind you to find the window covered, the basement now nothing but an inky darkness you can't navigate.

Overhead, the basement door creaks open again and the other man - John, you now figure - grunts in confusion before flicking the light switch a few times. "Alright down there, sergeant?" He calls, and Kyle's voice is much closer than you'd anticipated when he responds

"Cap, bring the goggs. Got a fun game for us."

[bruh-anator3000]

im obsessed with the Black Cat, I hope that's clear, too. and Miguel. And Logan and Wade, so what if we mashed them all up in a blender and see what happens?

Edit: I didn't mean for this one to get so out of hand, but it did, so its a short story now I guess.

Warnings: sexual themes, hella suggestive, SPOILERS HINTED from the new Deadpool, tension sexy styles, I might get Gambit '97 involved so we can listen to '4 big guys' for part two, it is a love triangle/square, trust and don't worry. Everyone's bisexual. No pronouns for reader used, but written w fem!reader in mind, that's why I'm saying bisexual, but this could just be gay for my amabs.

Parinings: Black Cat!reader x Miguel O'Hara x Logan Howlett x Wade Wilson (uh-huh. I said what I said)

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Like, you didn't want to bring your roommates along with you for this heist. God. You didn't even want their sticky fingers on the paper plans. But you were running low on rent, Blind Al was a bitch now that they suspended her coke supply, and your normal crew got sick!

Dr. Boris Korpse was the smartest man alive. He could hack any system, jimmy any lock, and blew the ones he couldn't up. Bruno wasn't the brightest, but he was the bravest. And he had the muscles to prove it. He was a great getaway driver, too. And they were sick.

Wade was smart... enough. Logan was... decently strong. Logan was more of a brute, actually. Careless with his strength when it came to it, but trusting Wade Wilson to drive you home safe? With his self destructive streak? It was safer to have him do the code cracking. Hopefully.

"I wonder how many people caught the earlier exposition is from the actual comics," Wade grunted under his mask, typing in a special security code into the keypad.

Looking around with furrowed brows, he did realize it was just you three, right? You glanced at Logan, wondering if he understood what Deadpool was saying. He only gave a slight shake of his head.

"It's a quick in and out," You reminded the two, walking past the gates as the hissed open, thanks to Wilson. How he knew the password so easily, you didn't know. He said something about 'writer being too lazy to build up to the reveal,' which made it 'easier to follow if he just knew.'

Logan grunted as he followed. It frightened you how well he could retain the plans you've gone over so many times this week. It was great for him, and for you! But also sucked, because they guy replacing your 'smart guy' still needed a refresher.

You take your stance beside the large bars hiding the painting. Idly looking around while Logan let out a primal roar as he pried the gap between the metal bars wider.

"I bet that's what it sounds like when you're close, huh?" Wade snickered, pinching the yellow fabric on his hips. You cringed for several reasons. Wade's constant immaturity. And, God's above, Logan's ridiculous outfit.

Honoring the X-men or not, the yellow was as bright as a trafficlight.

You slipped through the widened gap now, ignoring Wade's whistle behind you. "You do realize this is supposed to be a silent mission?" You sneered, now on the other side of the enclosure.

Wade shrugged. "Don't worry, peaches. Nothing bad ever happens to the sexy ones. Logan might get left behind, but you and me?" His mask hid the way he bit his lip and winked. It looked like he was just staring at you.

"Alright." You sighed and moved on. That was the best way to handle these two. They gave you no other choice. I mean, you could give in and fuck them, but you were planning to save that for later if they did a good job tonight.

With the painting carefully removed, the bars bent back in place, and Wade managing to keep his pants on for a few minutes, all that was left to do was leave. You had Logan carry the painting as you all ran back to the World War 1 exhibit - the way you entered through.

You made sure the two were in front of you the entire time. You couldn't risk them getting lost, their bulk and dead brains might break something if you weren't watching them carefully. And the red and blue lights glowing as you ran past were not any help.

You stopped dead in your tracks. That wasn't your normal bisexual lighting. There were no sirens, either.

You jogged back a few paces, stopping by the archway of one of the many halls in the museum. Face to face with the digital glow of a blue and red mask.

"Hey Spider," Grinning softly, you leaned on the doorway. The Spider-Man hung upside-down on his red wire webs, per usual. You didn't need to see his sexy face to see that stoic pout he always wore.

"Good evening." He greets in that deep voice, hinting with an accent you loved. The red outlines of his eyes squinting as you boop his nose. "Are we really going to do this tonight?" He scowls, and you swoon.

He flips down, landing on his feet. Broad shoulders and thin waist beautifully extenuated by the suit that was more code than fabric. Towering over you, red blades on the back of his forearms.

"At least take your mask off," You taunt. To which he does. When has Miguel ever denied that request? As infuriating as it was, it was also a very freeing day when the two of you finally put the suits aside and fu- talked. In bed.

His brown curls looked neat today. Dark red eyes watching your every move. That pout on his sharp angled face was too cute. He was so grumpy all the time.

He glances behind you, leaning over slightly to look at the damage you've done. "Portrait of Madame X?" He notes the missing piece of work. Thick brow arching in suspicion.

You shrug. "She's an idol of mine." An idol worth 20 million to your buyer. But he didn't need to worry his pretty little head about the details.

"Do you want a 10 second head start?" He offers, placing a hand by your head and leaning in. Keeping you between his hard chest and the wall. His lips parted with a slight smirk.

"Bub, where'd you go?" Logan's gruff voice grows closer. Wade skipping alongside him. Both of them stopping dead in their tracks at the sight of Miguel.

His mask quickly ripples into place and he steps back, snarling. "Who are you?" His eyes dart to the painting you were supposed to be stealing, in some other man's hold. Keeping his body towards and more in between to block you from the other two, he snarls.

"I am soaking wet right now." Wade groans softly, admiring this little stand off. He wasn't kidding, Spider-Man had been in his 'hit' list for a few years now.

Miguel bristles, back going tense. And as great of a view that was, you knew it meant trouble.

"No, they're with me." Grabbing his broad and beefy shoulder, you push him back. Accidentally putting yourself in the middle of this odd triangle you've created.

Miguel glowers at you. "My regulars were out. I needed an extra hand." You shrug it off. That's all they were. Extra hands. In a heist. You totally weren't going to make out with them on the car ride home.

Tension thick, your shoulders weigh down as you look at all three of the men. A tinge of embarrassment hits you as you realize how similar their figures looked. You definitely had a type.

Wade breaks it up, or attempts to with another sentence you don't exactly understand. "Jesus, if the writer would get over themselves, I would fuck you two so hard." He gestures to Logan and Miguel. Earning an angry grunt from both of them that just seems to further his excitement.

"I'm so pissed we have to wait for a part two."

"Part two? Of what?" You raise a brow, looking at Wade.

He waves a hand. They don't get it.

...

But you do. And if you want a part two, please let me know! This was just an idea festering (that got out of hand a little) and I'm not sure what to make with it just yet. I also need a title for this, so if you guys have any suggestions, please let me know. Love you!

[subskz]

rin what do u think each skz members' orgasms are like? like what sounds they'd make, what expressions? 😩😩😩

what a delicious question…i went a bit too hard so it’s under the cut heh

chan - he is so so loud. one of the loudest if not the loudest of all the boys, he gets fully lost in the heat of the moment that not even his shyness can keep him from letting out the most sinful moan after moan w barely any chance to breathe in between, he might even borderline scream when it first hits. channie seems like the type who hard time controlling himself when he's feeling any strong emotion...think of all the involuntary shouts he lets out when he's super excited, it's almost like that hehe. he almost looks and sounds like he’s in pain or crying bc of how intensely he expresses his pleasure...eyes squeezed shut, eyebrows furrowed, face scrunching up w his puffy lips parted so wide to spill out all those pretty cries <3 the veins in his arms n neck would be super prominent too, esp if you're within reach and his arms aren't bound, he'll grip onto you for dear life until his muscles are bulging. i dont think he’d be able to look at you when he cums, poor baby wouldn't be able to handle it and he also just physically can't force himself to keep his eyes open when he's feeling so good. he'd either keep them closed tight w his head tilted back, or he'd bury his face into your shoulder if the position allows it...he might even nuzzle his nose against yours to wordlessly beg you to kiss him through his high. afterwards once his panting starts to die down and some of the fog in his head starts to clear, he'd let out an exhausted, embarrassed giggle when it starts to sink in that he was the one making all those shamelessly filthy noises just moments ago

lino - sooooo pretty. the type to throw his head all the way back and give you a full view of his face as his climax hits. if he’s really far gone, his jaw goes completely slack (w his cute lil bunny teeth on display), eyes rolling up a lil to form the most sultry expression ever. it might seem like he's playing it up just to appeal to you but he really just looks like that...it's very unfair. i think minho likes eye contact a lot even if it might get him flustered when he’s in a super vulnerable state. he'd try his best to keep his eyes open so he can lock them with yours as he falls apart under you, it thrills him like nothing else bc he loves the intimacy and possessiveness of it. if you grip his hair when he cums and force him to look at you so he can't shy away, he’d be an absolute goner, it'd take him to heights he's never experienced before. when he feels himself going over the edge, he might slip into his habit of repeating words really fast like “good good good” or “close close close” and cute lil “ah ah ah”s. his breath might catch in his throat when his climax first hits him, his whole body freezes up for a moment w his mouth open in a silent cry, then he loses full control n the most heavenly moans and sighs follow ♡ also…it's safe say he shakes, his thighs especially. he’ll be trembling from the aftershocks for a good while after he comes down from his high

binnie - the cutest whines known to man!!! yknow how sweet and angelic his voice gets when he sings? think of him sounding exactly like that hehe. very high-pitched n needy, even when he’s already been given permission to cum, i can see him still whining and pleading through his orgasm bc he feels so blissed out, he doesn't know what else to do other than beg for it please not to stop...a polite boy through and through! he definitely scrunches his nose up in that cute habit of his, and his princess peach lips would be parted to form the most perfect lil o shape. they’d be so swollen from how much he bites down on them too, esp when it gets hard to control keep his volume down...he's also pretty loud. if he’s not restrained somehow, he wouldn't be able to stop himself from grabbing on to you without a second thought, just like channie. the only time he might get a lil ahead of himself and touch you without permission is when he cums, bc in that moment all he can think of is you and how badly he needs you. he might also beg you to kiss him so he can muffle his whimpers w your mouth, he just really wants to feel as close to you as possible in that moment, he's a lil sappy abt it <3 pushing deeper into you if he's topping, legs squeezing around you to pull you closer if he's bottoming, arms reaching out to cling to you, and muscles flexing like crazy w every ripple that passes through his body. i think when his orgasm first hits he might even let out an adorable lil yelp or shout, like it catches him by surprise

hyunjin - with how expressive he is, hyune would be making every noise you could possibly imagine when he cums. he’s definitely on par w chan and jisung as the loudest of all the boys! he’s a bit shy abt how strong his reactions are, but he's naturally just very vocal and when he’s that overwhelmed w all the adrenaline coursing through his veins and all the emotions he’s feeling at once, he wouldn't be able to hold back no matter how hard he tried ㅠ it shows all over his pretty face and spills out of his mouth, really intense just like channie. sharp cries, long, desperate groans, tiny grunts, all within just a few seconds. they'd fade out into soft whimpers when the height of his climax starts to pass…any sound you can possibly think of, he does it all for you like he's putting on a show~ he also emotes w his entire body, not just his voice or his face, it’s like you can physically see the pleasure rocking his senses. he definitely jerks around and spasms a bit, arching his back sinfully w his head lolling to the side to give you the prettiest view of his red, sweat-soaked face n lips glazed with saliva. he can't even remember to close his mouth even when he can feel the drool dribbling out, it feels like he loses autonomy over all his muscles. he's never more vulnerable than in that moment, he'd definitely need you there to ground him

jisung - the final third of the loudest boys hehe…i think jisung would be a lil more shameless than chan n hyunjin, so he wouldn’t even think abt restraining himself unless he really has to. it’s like he needs you to know how good it feels, both through his words and the sounds he makes for you, or he might actually die. he starts to babble a lot when he gets close it's very endearing. his rambles just get faster and higher in pitch until it all slurs together into one long, incoherent whine when he finally gets sent over the edge <3 like hyunjin, he's incredibly emotive w his face, his eyebrows especially scrunch together and curve up to form a look of pure desperation. he also cannot sit still to save his life. if all his crying out abt how good it feels and how much he loves you and how much he needs you aren't enough to let you know how much pleasure he's feeling, he squirms like crazy all throughout his orgasm too. he might need you to physically hold him down or even tie him up somehow bc of how much his hips twist and buck n how wildly his tummy clenches and how helplessly his legs thrash around. and ofc…this is hannie we’re talking abt, so his tongue would be hanging all the way out~ him, hyunjin, and lino definitely make the kinds of expressions that send shivers down ur spine

felix - when lix is close i think his voice would start to break from his lower, more sensual moans into cute, raspy ones…like binnie his noises get a lot higher in pitch, kinda like he's squeaking or hiccuping in a way he can't control. really sweet and innocent-sounding, it's especially hot when he alternates between his deep groans to the sudden spike in pitch when his orgasm hits. i think he’d whimper a lot, make lil rumbling vocalizations in the back of this throat that almost sound like he’s purring ♡ he's also the final third of the clingiest boys! if he’s not already holding on to you somehow (which…he probably is bc it’s lixie) his hands will shoot out in search of you, mindlessly grasping at any part of your body he can reach and not releasing his death grip even after his high has passed. he’d love it more than anything if you held his hands through it all, pinning them above his head and running your thumbs delicately over his skin to soothe him amidst the intensity of his orgasm. and if he’s in a position where he can, he’d definitely wrap his legs around you n use his muscular thighs to pull you so close that you can feel all the ripples passing through his body. i also can’t get the idea out of my head that might start giggling uncontrollably through it all bc all the endorphins flooding him at once make him insanely giddy. think of that squeaky, goofy laugh he does when he’s really excited, exactly like that

seungmin - so so cute but in the subtlest of ways. even when he’s experiencing the height of his pleasure, seungmo’s reactions still manage to be so demure and it makes it all the more endearing. he’s the best at suppressing himself out of the boys, and on top of that his expressions, both verbal and nonverbal, are just naturally very gentle. he sounds so soft and sweet letting out feather-light lil “ah ah ahs” and he’d definitely press his lips together with a sharp inhale when his orgasm first hits, holding his breath to keep quiet and only letting a weak lil “mmph” slip out. when the pleasure amplifies and it becomes too much for him to hold in, his breath spills out shaky and long, almost like a sigh of relief. he looks and sounds so angelic, the sight of him gazing up at you w wide, blown-out pupils is enough to make anyone melt. but as bold as he can be sometimes, i think he'd usually have to keep his eyes closed like channie, he gets too shy. plus he just likes to fully indulge in the feeling, focusing all his senses on it. his eyes would flutter shut so delicately, but you can see his face muscles twitching and his cheeks puffing out…he’d also tilt his jaw up to expose his throat to you, i think he’d go a lil crazy if you had your hand around his neck while he climaxes. it would definitely intensify his reactions, you might get him panting like a puppy~

jeongin - poor yeni is incredibly embarrassed abt the sounds he makes when he's close but it gets significantly harder for him to control himself when his orgasm hits, so they always spill out of him in the most obvious ways, no matter how hard he tries to hold them in. he's definitely the type to gasp out when he first cums, very breathy and sudden almost like he’s choking hehe. i think he might throw his hand over his mouth or bury his face into his palms as a last-ditch attempt to silence himself, even going as far as biting down on his skin to try and muffle all the broken moans that he forms against his will. his face gets super flushed as a result, his ears go red just like chan and lino, from both arousal and all the panicked effort of trying to keep quiet. even in moments like this, innie is still concerned abt how he looks to you ): if it hits particularly hard, i think he'd also be prone smiling/giggling through his climax like felix. breathless, ditzy laughs between all his groans bc his brain gets a lil confused conflating the pleasure he's feeling w regular happiness, it's very cute~ he can be a wildcard w his expressions…you might not be able to see them all the time bc he has a tendency to hide away. burying his face in the pillows, in his hands, or even pulling his shirt/hoodie over it like he does when he's flustered. when you do catch him, you can see everything he's feeling in every clench of his jaw and tremble of his lips, he tries to be careful but he's very shaky, he never really gets used to it

[fairy-writes]

Here is my second request!!

Could I please get a kaneki ken with the action prompt 7? Fluff please!

STITCHES AND KISSES

Reblogs and Comments are greatly appreciated!!

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Fandom(s): Tokyo Ghoul

Pairing(s): Kaneki Ken x Gender Neutral!Human!Investigator!Reader

Prompt: Bandaging/washing their lover’s wounds after a fight (Action Prompt #7)

Notes: This is like… post-Jason Kaneki

This is for my 1K followers event! It’s going on between June 8th and June 22nd!

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By definition, your relationship with Kaneki Ken was forbidden. 

The infamous half-ghoul and the prodigy of Arima Kishou? That was almost as good as being a Montague and a Capulet. 

You got lost in thought as your lover hunted through your apartment for your first aid kit.

Would the CCG be the Capulets if this were indeed a Romeo and Juliet story? They were the ones who had more power, after all. They were able to walk around freely during the day, freely hunting down their prey while ghouls hid in fear for their lives.

A gentle caress on the back of your head made you jump and look up from your spot on the side of the bathtub.

Kaneki Ken stands illuminated by the bathroom light, but you swear you’ve never seen anything more handsome. The harsh luminescence makes his white hair almost transparent, and his dark gray eyes are overshadowed as he bends his head and sits beside you. 

“You found it?” You ask, and he nods, keeping quiet, and you don’t miss how he doesn’t say a word. 

He’s angry. That much is obvious. 

You don’t want to argue, don’t want to fight. So you wordlessly unbutton your white work shirt that’s coated in your own blood and shed it, tossing it in the bathroom sink. Then, you turn around so he can see how bad the damage is. While he doesn’t say a word, you hear the almost inaudible gasp that escapes him. 

And you know how bad it is.

The kagune of the Aogiri Tree ghoul had cut deeply into your shoulder blades and spine. It wasn’t lethal. You could still walk and everything. It had been a tough fight, with you getting the injuries protecting a small child that had almost been a midnight snack for the ghoul. He—or she, you couldn’t tell with the mask—had been an Ukaku type, with wings of reds and purples that you, frankly, found beautiful. 

It almost hurt you to kill them. 

But you had to remind yourself that all ghouls weren’t like Kaneki. They weren’t all like Anteiku. Some of them are simply man-eating monsters, people or not; that wasn’t something you could forgive that easily. 

The sting of antiseptic has you jolting from your memories, and you hiss in pain against your attempts to keep quiet. Ken murmurs a soft “sorry” but doesn’t stop cleaning the gunk and grime out of the gash. 

“You’ll need stitches.” He says in that quiet voice of his. You hum,

“I trust you.” You whisper, and he doesn’t respond. 

He’s been so silent after everything with Jason. But you still hear soft cries when he thinks you’re asleep. You still see the almost invisible shaking of his hands when there’s a loud, unexpected noise. 

You still see how broken he is because of it. 

But you also see how strong it made him. He loves fiercer, holds you just a few seconds longer every time he hugs you, every time he kisses you. 

The pain of the needle dipping in and out of your skin and muscles has you biting your knuckle to keep quiet. While your neighbors knew what you did for a living, that didn’t mean they had to know you were in agony. 

Ken, luckily, makes it quick. He ties off the thread and cuts it before leaning in to press a gentle kiss to the wound. His lips are soft, and when he leans his forehead between your shoulder blades, you can feel how worried he is. 

Because he almost lost you tonight. 

If your partner had been a few seconds slower or hadn’t gotten you away from the ghoul in time, you would have died. Would have left him alone.

“You don’t have to be so gentle.” You say and feel him shift, wrapping a strong arm around your waist and pulling you tenderly into his chest. 

“Yes, I do.” He says, and you hear his voice crack, “Someone has to be.”

And that breaks your heart. 

Because you know it’s true. 

Your hands are perpetually coated in red and covered in harsh calluses and blisters from handling your quinque. Your body is hard with muscle from endless fights. 

You aren’t gentle with yourself. You know it. Ken knows it. 

Abruptly, you realize he’s talking. 

“My bounty is as boundless as the sea, my love as deep; the more I give to thee, the more I have, for both are infinite.” He whispers, and you smile. Weren’t you just thinking about Romeo and Juliet? You lean your head back and turn it so you can kiss his hair.

“Is that a roundabout way of saying you love me?” You ask and feel him chuckle, feel the vibrations against your back.

“I suppose so.” Is all he says. But he doesn’t need to say more. 

Because you can tell he loves you.

[billthedrake]

RECONNECTING WITH BRODIE

Mmm... that feels nice, bro.

Bring it in Brodie... your Matt's got you. There... lean back against me.

(chuckles) You're sweaty.

We're both sweaty.

Hm, didn't know you could get like that going slow.

Slow and long, buddy. We were at it almost an hour. That's why.

(Pause) I sometimes wish Dad would go slow. Usually, it's... I wish I could tell him to go slow.

(sound of a hand patting tight abs) You can, Brode. You should.

(sigh) I know. I just want it to feel good for him. It's weird but now that we're boyfriends, I dunno....

Boyfriends talk about shit. You should tell him.

(more resolved) I will.

(soft kiss to the head) You're all jacked Brodie... when did you get so big?

Since last Spring. Been working on it. You guys should come to visit more often.

I know. It's complicated.

I know. I just miss you guys. Dad does too.

I'll be back for your graduation. I'm sure Connor will, too.

Hmmm.... I like the way you touch me, Matt.

I can't stop feeling you up.

Then don't.

You OK with me shacking up with you tonight, buddy?

Oh yeah. I figured that was going to be the arrangement. You know, with Dad and Connor having their date night.

Doesn't mean you have to like the arrangement, Brode. You OK with them together?

I'm not jealous. And Dad... well, he kind of encourages me to be with other guys.

Have you?

A couple, yeah.... Damn, Matt, whatever you're doing with your hands is boning me the fuck up again. Already.

Connor doesn't like this... after he cums, he's done.

Dude, he's missing the best part.

(chuckles) Maybe you should tell him that.

I fucking will. Seriously, Matt, you should became a masseur or something.

I have a day job already.

I know, I'm just saying.... mmm, a little lower, oh fuck, right there.... making my cock leak and you're not even touching it.

So Brodie, be real with me bro... how's the boyfriend thing working out?

I know I seem messed up, Matt, but it's been mindblowingly awesome.

Doesn't seem like this bed's been slept in much.

Bro, I haven't slept in my own room since I got grounded.

(laugh) Dad grounded you?

(laugh) Yeah, back in the summer. For breaking curfew. Three fucking weeks. He thought he had to act all paternal, you know.

How was that?

Dude, I was pissed. And we were fucking blue balled for three weeks. The make up sex was pretty intense, though. Kind of made it worth it.

Yeah?

Oh yeah. Only time I think I really loved it hard.

Jesus.

You're getting bricked again, Matt. I can feel that big cock against my back.

(soft kiss to the head) Just hearing my little brother talk like that is wild.

Huh. I think that's why I wanna get big. So you guys will stop thinking about me as little.

(Pats chest) It's not about size, Brodie.

I know, Matt. Still, I wanna get big. Bigger than Dad eventually.

Bro, I'm bigger than Dad. He's solid, but he doesn't lift.

I'm surprised you ended up with Connor, actually.

I love Connor's body. But it's more than that.

Yeah?

He's my brother, like you Brodie. But we've always been especially tight. Grew up together. And maybe I go for the smart ones. (chuckles)

That's cool. I guess go for the strong, silent type. Connor probably does too.

He does. (scoots) Here, let's shift a little.... much better, Brodie.

(soft kisses)

Fucking nice.

Yeah, Brode... fucking nice.

Man... your fucking arms are insane.

Connor likes 'em.

I bet he does. Fuck.

Brodie... I don't wanna be the older brother who's always lecturing you, but life is more than muscles you know.

(chuckles) Easy for you to say.

(smiles) Well, feel em all you want, buddy.

I will.

(More kissing. Deeper, longer)

You're so hard, Matt.

Guess I have a fresh pump from my workout this afternoon,

No, I mean your cock.

Oh yeah, it's been like that the last fifteen minutes. I got my stud little bro in bed with me.

I'm not little, Matt.

You're not. 6'5" (kiss) tight end body (kiss) D1 ready.

Hmmm.

You ready to break some hearts at Stanford, bro? (kiss)

I'm a little in denial actually.

Bro, that letter of intent is signed. Big fucking accomplishment.

I know. I mean about going off.

(sigh) You gotta, Brodie. Gotta leave the nest. Become your own man.

I know.

You know... Dad's gonna have empty nest syndrome like crazy. You can probably get your way for the next few months.

Yeah? (chuckles) No more being grounded?

No more being grounded.

Shame, I'll miss the make up sex.

Dude, homecoming sex is just as good.

Fuck.

(wet kissing)

You think that's what Connor's going to feel tonight?

I know that's what Connor's going to feel.

He's probably not going to tell Dad to go softer, is he?

Knowing Connor... no, no he won't. But don't compare yourself to him, Brode. Him or anyone else.

I guess.

You're Dad's favorite, buddy. He worships the ground you walk on.

Yeah. Matt... you wanna fuck me again?

You know I do Brode. But let's take our time. We got all night.

You must think I'm an impatient kid.

You're a horny fucker. I like that.

(kissing)

Jesus, Matt. I'm gonna try this out with Dad.

Try what, bro?

The whole slow thing. I'm so fucking horny with you.

(kissing)

I can only imagine what this would feel like with Dad.

Tell him, Brode. Make it happen.

I totally will.

(kissing)

Jesus, Matt, I fucking love your muscle. My big brother.

You're fucking jacked for 18, bro.

Mmm... does Connor get into it?

Yeah he does.

Does you guys, you know, ever do any worship stuff?

You mean body worship? (softer) We've done that.

Hot. (softer) I wanna ask Dad to try that too.

(chuckles)

You think I'm weird.

Hardly. I'm just picturing Dad doing a worship session with you.

He's not very verbal.

No he's not. I think I heard him say 10 words all through high school.

(laughs) Come on, Matt... he's not that bad.

I exaggerate. But not much.

(kissing)

(ooof)

Fuck yes.

You like that buddy?

I love you on top of me, Matt. How much you weigh?

250.

2-fucking-50. Fuck.

Does Dad know you curse like a sailor.

(laughs) He once grounded me for that, too.

I remember that. You were testing his authority.

Dad doesn't like that.

No, he doesn't.

Thought I was gonna get whipped, too.

Dad wouldn't do that.

I know. But fuck, I really thought he was gonna get the belt, he was so mad.

Brodie, you called him the c-word. In front of Mom.

I was there, remember? We laugh about it now.

Mmmm... feel my arms stud. You like those.

Yessir.

(kissing)

Damn, Matt.

Damn, yourself. Someone taught you how to kiss.

Yeah. Dad.

You're a better kisser than him, bro. For real.

(more kissing)

How do you think date night is going?

Sure you're not jealous, Brode?

Sure I'm sure.

Connor misses Dad. A lot.

You don't?

I do, too. But...

I know... it's complicated.

(kissing)

OK if I tease the hole a little Brode?

You gotta ask?

Sometimes it can get uncomfortable keeping your legs spread.

(smirks) Sounds like you speek from experience, Matt.

Some. Tried it but realized bottoming wasn't for me.

Dad?

Dad. And a couple of dudes in Chicago. Never felt good.

For what it's worth you're an amazing top, bro.

Thanks. I have some amazing inspiration beneath me.

Oh fuck, you're big.

You took me just now, Brodie.

I did. That was thirty minutes ago.

Who's counting?

Fuck.

Easy buddy, just gonna work it in and out.

That big brother cock.

Yep, that big brother cock. In my little bro's tight hole.

I'm not little, Matt.

(smiles) And you're not gonna be tight when I'm done.

Jesus.

(heavy breathing)

Connor's one lucky dude.

Mmmmh....

Hope that wasn't the wrong thing to say.

I can take a complement.... gonna go in with more.

Please.

Goddamn, that jock hole is amazing. So wet....

That's all you, Matt.

I can see why Dad has you sleep in his bed each night. Fuck.

He doesn't make me, bro. I wanna.

I know.

Jesus, how much did I cum?

You don't know?

(laughs) I thought I did. But fuck... (choked grunt)

Why'd you stop?

Shhhh...

(whispers) Is that them?

(whispering back) Yeah.

(kissing)

(quiet) They're gonna fuck.

Yeah Brode, they will.

So fucking hot.... you in me, while Dad bones C.

Shit...

That turns you on too.

Hell yes it does.

I can tell. You're rock hard inside me. Alive.

If I tell you something will you keep it a secret, Brode?

Course.

If Dad asked me on date night while I was here, I'd say yes in a heartbeat.

God you guys are so fucking stubborn.

I inherited his worst traits, Brodie.

And his best.... oh fuck me, man.

Like this?

Yeah, just like that. So fucking nice.... I don't know how you even go so slow.

It's because it turns you on.

You like me whoring out for you?

I don't like that word.

Sorry.

You don't have to apologize. I just don't like my little brother thinking of himself that way.

Unng.... deeper, man.

Ummmf.

Yeah. Fuck me.

Your voice even gets deeper when I fuck you Brode.

Just fucking shove it in me already, bro.

Slow, remember?

(laughs) You're killing me.

Like that.... yeah... you feel it.

God!

I wanna get us both there, bro.

You're gonna, Matt.

Feel me up, Brode. Feel my muscle while I fuck you.

You're bottoming out now.

I'm bottoming out.... I'm not as big as Dad.

You're big enough. Fuck.

You're a firecracker, bro.

Goddamn, Matt. I love this.

Me, too, buddy. Hang on.

Oh fuck... oh fuck.

Turns out I have more than one speed, little bro.

Fuck me, Matt!

Huhnng.... they're gonna hear us Brode.... they're gonna hear me fuck you.

FUCK ME!

You naughty fucker. Hot fucking ass.

So wet. I can feel your dick sliding in and out.

My cum. It's frothing up.

Dude, you're fucking railing me. Stirring it up.

Ung... ungh... ungh...

Matt, just fucking cum... Fucking cum up my hole.

Almost there, bro.... too fucking hot.

Fuck me like Dad fucks me.

Jesus. FUCKK!

YESS!!

(heavy breathing) God.... that was....

Stay in me bro... like that... saw that brother dick in and out while I stroke...

Go for it bro.... Your Matt's got ya.

Yes... oh, I'm gonna.... oh yeah... oh fuck... SHIT!

Stud!.... shit, that's a big load.

(laughs) Jesus, yeah. Guess the slow thing really works one up.

OK if I pull out?.... whoa I wasn't kidding... you're all frothed up, bro. Like a...

You were gonna say 'whore' right?

I wouldn't call you that, Brodie. But fuck...

We're even sweatier now.

Got my cardio in that's for sure.... damn these sheets are fucking soaked.

Maybe I should change them. Put these in the wash.

You're not doing a damn thing. Just relax. Bottom's prerogative.

Dude, is that even a thing?

(chuckles) For me it is. A man puts out like that, I'm taking clean up duty. OK?

OK.

(kissing)

Damn. Dad definitely didn't teach you how to kiss like that.

You haven't kissed him in a while, Matt.

I know. Still.... my brother's got game.

(smiles)

Where are the clean sheets? I'll go get them.

Wait a second, OK?

What's wrong?

Nothing's wrong. I just royally fucked twice. I wanna hold the man who did the honors for a second. OK?

Mmmh... yeah. Sorry. How's this?

Perfect.

(kissing)

You know, Connor chastises me for not being romantic enough sometimes.

You guys bicker a lot?

Our fair share. It's been more since Connor moved in with me.

I keep waiting for me and Dad to get like that.

Whaddya mean?

You know... argue... like a real couple.

Dude, he fucking grounded you.

(shrugs) Yeah, he was being Dad, though. That's different.

(kissing)

Mmm, nice...

I'll say.

You know... I think you should tell him, Matt.

Tell who? What?

Tell Dad you wanna go on a date. You guys are here, what? Three more days?

Bro, it's fucking Christmas.

So?

All right. (light slap on flesh) OK... time to change these sheets. They're fucking drenched.

You're totally going to listen in to see if you can hear Dad and Connor, aren't you?

(laughs) Maybe.

(chuckles) OK, perv. I'm gonna shower off. Maybe you can make me a midnight snack while you're out there. You know, bottom's prerogative.

You got it, Brode. And breakfast, lunch, and dinner tomorrow, too. Just now... that was frickin' incredible.

I agree, Matt.

[greyskyflowers]

The idea of Ace and Luffy being wild, feral things makes my own heart happy.

Honestly though, I picture them having a lot in common with animals.

Strong teeth, strong bones, tough skin, quick reflexes. The instincts that come from growing up wild.

An ability eat lot of things that other people maybe wouldn't or can't. Meat that's a little more rare than advisable and snapping bones to get to the marrow inside.

They walk quiet, soundless when they want to be, using shadows and blind spots to become basically invisible. They don't do it often because they both have terrible attention spans but they can sit still and silent for long periods of time if needed, waiting like predators for their prey.

Staring, the way animals stare and wait for the other one to back down, making themselves look bigger and baring teeth. They snarl and snap their teeth, flexing their hands like claws when they're not making fists, a low grumble in their chests that sounds like a odd growl.

How it's instinct to cover the throat and belly of themselves and their crews, vulnerable spots that must be protected.

Ace being one of the shorter of the Whitebeard crew, so he does that thing where he eases himself in front of the others to cover their throats and bellies. Curling his lip back to show teeth and keeping eye contact with anyone stupid enough to try.

Licking their wounds, literally.

I imagine them being incredible trackers, able to use their senses a little more than the average person. Ears a little sharper, scents being considered, eyes taking in all the little details. Maybe they're not aware of it, but I like to think they take it all in deeper than they possibly realize.

A sense for something wrong, like how some animals can pick up on the energy people give off, possible sicknesses, coming storms, being watched, etc.

Sleeping all tangled together, the way animals sleep together for safety and warmth in cooler times. Luffy and Ace are big cuddlers.

Not necessarily in the normal cuddle ways either, they like to either be sprawled out on top or covered by someone. They're either being protected or they're protecting.

Head butts and cheek rubs when happy. That extra emphasis on crew, like packs and herds. Crew.

A lot of touching. Playing with someone's hair or nuzzling into their neck or side, a lack of boundaries because animals don't have shame or concerns like that.

And everyone who regularly interacts with Ace or Luffy wants to know how two feral cats got trapped in human bodies.

Am I always down for poly crews? Yes

Platonic or otherwise? Yes

Do I think everyone is a little in love with Luffy? Yes

Do I think everyone is a little in love with Ace? Yes

The crews love their wild ones and spoil them rotten when they can and know how to.

And since this is already AU let's just roll with it.

♠️ Ace ♠️

Ace just despises Teach right off the bat. As soon as the ink has settled in his skin and he's got a claim on him that he's never had before, he's completely standoffish with Teach. No matter how much the others tell him that's his brother now and assure him, he's all teeth and fire when Teach is around.

The man makes the fine hairs on the back of his neck rise and the instincts pacing at the back of his mind spit out a hiss.

Threatthreatthreat

His teeth grind together in anger, muscles tense under his skin, and it's a vicious thing in his chest he hasn't felt so strongly since Sabo and Luffy were his.

It causes some tension. People torn between supporting Teach, who's been their own for awhile, or supporting Ace, who has a good sense for this type of thing and is so welcoming to everyone else. They don't know how Ace can be so sweet and well loved by everyone but does a complete 180 with Teach.

It's instincts that have gotten Ace this far in life though and one night, it's only those instinct that save Thatch.

Ace darting out of the shadows and landing like the wrath of a god in front of Thatch, the knife that would have gone into the man's back instead finds a home in Ace's shoulder.

A rumbling growl that gets louder and nastier as the seconds tick by, blood running down a bare chest before flames lick up a wound that only found flesh because letting it pass meant the possibility of it hitting someone else. Sharp teeth shining in the growing glow of the fire and the ends of his hair burning like the edge of paper.

The flames don't burn Thatch when the older turns around. His flames would never burn crew.

Thatch wraps an arm around his waist like he's going to pull him away, but it just stays there, heavy around him. Ace takes a moment to find comfort in the warm and very alive presence pressed up behind him, bigger than him and Thatch's own protective fury catching fire.

Marco is less restrained in his fury. As are most of the others when they rush to investigate. The only reasons it's not quick is because they want it to hurt.

Ace is a coiled threat the whole time, body tense but staying where he is because the original threat was to Thatch and he hasn't quite lowered his hackles from that yet. Still on his toes and ready to spring forward at a moments notice.

He gives a small warning growl to Marco when he gets close, who looks at him in both worry and fond exasperation.

The blood from the blade is black where it burned against his skin and the flesh is unmarked, but it doesn't stop everyone from fluttering nervously around him.

♠️

Ace is attractive, arguably pretty in a way most pirates aren't. Although this young generation is changing that quickly, have you seen some of these rookies?

He draws attention easily, everyone drawn in by his charming personality or freckled cheeks.

He's a flirt but he doesn't often let other people actually touch him. Leaning away from eager fingers or gracefully dodging arms, excusing himself when he feels to cornered. He doesn't want the feel of strangers on his skin, he just wants the crew. And Luffy of course, his heart giving a lonely pang for his brother.

Sometimes people don't get the hint though, and sometimes they do and they don't care.

Drugs don't effect Ace like they would someone who wasn't a devil fruit user but they still make him dizzy and weak before he burns through it.

It only takes once, outside a bar with someone's hands on his skin when they didn't belong there, on his lower stomach and the other up by his neck. He doesn't even get a chance to try to shake off the drug enough to do anything before the man is gone.

Familiar hands, Marco, running over his skin quick and firm like it could wipe away the foreign touch before he processed it was there. Like if he replaced the unknown touch with his own quick enough it will wipe away the lingering disgust and discomfort of the stranger.

The whole time he keeps Ace hidden between his larger body and the wall behind them. Ace's heart aches almost as much as his head with how thoughtful it was. How safe and grounding it was.

The only arms he lets grab him, the only hands that he presses in to, are crew.

♠️

Ace has a habit of sneaking into everyone's bed, they don't talk about how they all know it's on the nights where he can't sleep or has nightmares. He burrows between them and the mattress, until he's under them enough to feel covered, safe and protected.

Ace isn't a small guy but he's lean, always had a hard time bulking up with his metabolism being so high and his natural build. He feels small with them, especially the commanders like Jozu and Vista who completely cover him. Even Thatch and Marco are decently larger than him though, Izo and Haruta being the exceptions but they're large in everything that they are.

They all welcome him. He's warm and sweet, plus it's nice to know he's sleeping somewhere safe instead of falling asleep in strange places through the day.

Marco is usually his favorite though because he doesn't pretend to be asleep. He just props himself up enough so Ace can wiggle under him before settling back down, his chest to Ace's back.

Some nights when the pressure is too much and he's restless in a way that feels like it's deep in his bones, he paces the ship. He's coiled and tight, usually not sleeping for a few days before it catches up to him and he slinks away somewhere dark and hidden to finally rest.

Usually one of the other commanders can coax him into resting, all of them getting the hang of how to best help their wild, little one.

♠️

The crew getting used to Ace just crawling into their laps and making himself at home. He is also fond of appearing just long enough to rub his face into someone's neck or against their cheek before taking off again.

♠️

Ace sneaking off to literally lick his wounds in peace when he gets hurt, especially when he was still finding his place. Someone always having to go track him down because he stays curled away like an injured animal until he feels better if they don't.

Licking at his arm one time when he manages to get caught with seastone, blood staining his teeth and tongue rust colored. Marco trying to grab him and in full lecture mode as Ace tries to dig out the lingering seastone with his teeth.

♠️

An extra one to hurt just a little ♥️

Ace is wild. Already a problem before you factor in his devil fruit and raw power. He's got a reputation of biting, taking off fingers and catching throats between sharp teeth.

It seems like someone did their research though because the muzzle they wrangle him into has seastone. Everyone has finally caught on to the fact that he doesn't need his flames to bite.

It's a sharp, nasty thing. Probably thrown together quick in a desperate attempt to get him under control. The straps dig into his skin hard enough to draw blood and Ace can already picture Marco talking about infections.

It hurts and goes from a deep, dull discomfort to a sharp, active pain. The muzzle settles into his skin and rub the skin raw where it doesn't outright cut into it. He's been captured for a few days, the wounds clotting and trying to heal only to be ripped back open when moving a certain way.

It was only a matter of time until they came for him and when the guards start getting fidgety he wishes he could show his teeth in a grin. Everyone knows what happens to those stupid enough to mess with the Whitebeard pirates.

He always knew they'd find him, even when the guards whispered in his ear cruel taunts about being forgotten. Unloved.

His heart still goes heavy with affection when he hears the first sounds of death coming for his captors.

[annwrites]

⸻ preacher's daughter. part one.

· pairing: billy hargrove x fem!reader · type: part of a series · summary: after months of being away from your daddy's church, billy & his family—minus one elusive member—return. he seems somewhat changed, somehow. he's still just as cocky and headstrong as ever, but far more a man than boy now. one thing has remained steadfast, though: him having an unwavering want for you. · word count: 1,112

"Is that Billy Hargrove?"

Your brows furrow as you look over your shoulder, clutching your well-loved Bible more tightly to your chest as you watch the young man in-question stroll through the open front doors of your daddy's church, his step-mom and sister trailing along behind him.

At least he's dressed properly for service today, if nothing else, even if no one has seen him in a pew in months now.

He dons a crisp white button-up, a pair of freshly-starched jeans, and polished biker boots.

You turn abruptly back to Kathy as soon as his piercing blue eyes meet your own, a smirk immediately sliding across his lips at the sight of you dressed in a pure white sundress—small sunflowers printed across it—and a light-yellow cardigan, dainty flats on your feet, your curled hair pulled conservatively out of your face, showing off the small pearl earrings you have pinned to your ears, your small signature cross necklace hanging from your neck, the charm resting between your soft breasts.

He thinks for just a moment about how he'd love nothing more than to have you laid out in the middle aisle, legs spread, praying to God for more than absolution as his rough hands slide up and under that dress as he explores every inch of your innocent body—corrupting you, while you sanctify him with soft touches and silent prayers from your perfect lips.

"He hasn't been to service in months," you say. "Not since his dad disappeared."

She gives you a skeptical look. "I think 'disappeared' is a bit strong of a term to use, Y/N. He probably just...ran off. Hit the road. He and Susan seemed to have been... I don't know. Struggling in their marriage for awhile, it seemed like."

Even you can recall the big blow-up they'd had in the church parking lot some time ago, before Billy had filly stepped in—Neil immediately quieting as Billy stared down at him, words spilling from his lips that you couldn't make out from across the way; the both of them clearly seething—before they all piled into Neil's car, Max crying in the backseat while Billy held her.

You tuck your dress under you, sitting with your legs crossed properly at the ankles as you rest your Bible in your lap, fingers gently gripping the gilded edges.

"Daddy offered them counseling," you whisper.

You pause then, knowing it's not polite to gossip.

You sigh, admiring the new stained-glass window that was recently installed—the shards casting various shades of turquoise, purple, white, and orange across the hardwood floor—before continuing. "I feel sorry for her: that she has to raise the both of them all alone now. But maybe not, since they've finally come back to church... I assume, at least. Either way, all she needs to do is ask for help and we'll give it. You know what the Bible says: love thy neighbor," you state with a smile.

Kathy raises a brow at your pragmatism. Always glass half-full.

"I don't know. Billy doesn't really seem like a kid anymore—much more the type to ever ask for help, or take it," she replies, watching as he rests a muscled arm along the back of the pew he seats himself heavily upon, his eyes finding their way—as always—to you, even if he's only getting to stare at the back of your head for the moment being.

She turns to face toward the front. "Looks like a man to me now."

Your head itches to turn in the other direction then, feeling a pair of eyes on you, but you refrain, continuing to look forward as well as you turn your Bible open to a random book, and you feel a bead of sweat slip down the back of your neck when you see just which one—and behold a pale horse: and his name that sat on him was Death, and Hell followed with him—to which you quickly slam it back shut.

You blame your sweat on the languid summer heat, which wafts into the church through the open door and windows, settling onto your body like a second skin—the slowly turning over-head fans do little to aid in cooling the space. Your nerves on the one book in the Bible's entirety which has always unsettled you more than any other. And the uncertain feeling which envelops you on any other excuse you can find, except the familiar, yet changed presence, which sits across the way, watching you with an unwavering gaze.

"And that concludes our services for today," your daddy drawls in a deep southern accent.

The soft smile on your lips quickly disappears when you hear a deep voice mutter 'finally' from somewhere behind you.

You turn your head, glancing around, and find Billy already looking at you with a raised brow, just waiting for you to speak up about his comment. Challenging you to do so.

You turn frontward again instead, refusing to respond to his rudeness, which he finds to be predictable.

Church mouse, he thinks snidely.

And after your daddy—the whole of the congregation—had graciously welcomed he and his family back with open arms after such a prolonged absence, at that, you think.

Some people are just truly ungrateful.

You stand quietly beside Kathy as she chats with Timmy, her boyfriend.

"You comin' with us?"

"Oh. I don't know... I'd have to ask daddy."

You hear someone snort from behind you. "You still have to ask him permission for everything? What, haven't put on your big-girl panties yet?"

Billy Hargrove steps around the side of you, coming to lean back against Timmy's S-10. "He still wipe your nose for you, too, sweetheart, or did you finally figure that one out all on your own?"

You glower at him.

"You comin'?" Timmy asks him.

He nods, licking his lips. "Mhm. Just need to get the two of them home first," he says, nodding toward Susan and Max, who stand across the way near his Camaro, chatting. "Then I'll be out."

Kathy looks at you. "Pretty please?"

You shift from one foot to the other, gravel crunching under your shoes, Billy crossing his arms as he watches you.

"I'll go ask," you say quietly, walking away.

Billy shakes his head, watching your dress sway around your thighs. "See preacher's daughter still has that stick up her ass. Guess some things never change," he states, going to head over to his car, Kathy calling after him "don't talk about her like that!".

He pretends not to hear her as he lowers himself into the driver's seat, revving the engine in the hope of pissing you off, before peeling out of the lot.

[herinsectreflection]

To Live So Close To The Spotlight (The Zeppo)

I have, in essays past, referred to Xander Harris as one of the most controversial characters in Buffy the Vampire Slayer. After spending more time in the current fandom landscape, I need to correct that statement. He’s simply one of the most disliked characters in Buffy the Vampire Slayer. A lot of people hate him, and given his appearances up until now, it’s not entirely difficult to see why. Xander is an archetypical example of what I will call the Mild Nerd Guy; a trope born out of the 1980s and its Revenge Of The Nerds-led championing of geek culture. A trope that unfortunately came to dominate genre television throughout the 1990s and 2000s.

This is a character who is defined in opposition to more typical Dashing Action Hero archetypes. Where the Action Hero is strong and muscle-bound, the Mild Nerd Guy is physically weedy. He is often shy and lacking in self-confidence. He will appear creepy when he means to be charming – but in an innocent way that encourages us to feel sympathy with this helplessly befuddled young man. He has interests coded as “nerdy” – comic books, science, maths, Dungeons and Dragons. He will be unsuccessful with women, and more often than not will concentrate all his sexual energy onto a single desired target: a popular and attractive woman. This woman will - at least at the beginning of the story – neglects his silent pining in favour of clearly undeserving Bad Boys and Popular Jocks. This is where you get is your Scott Pilgrims, your Ross Gellers, your Tom Hansens, your Every Character Anthony Michael Hall Ever Played… and yes, your Xander Harrises. 

In essence, the Mild Nerd Guy is an alternate model of masculinity, one that certain types of men (shy, nerdy, physically weak) may relate to more than the Dashing Action Hero archetype. Unfortunately, while the trope often presents these men as more respectful towards women than their counterparts, the reality is that female autonomy is a secondary concern in both cases. These are competing models that men can use to Earn Women. Neither is actually concerned with the desires and goals of the women involved at all. 

The Mild Nerd Guy has obvious parallels to the sociological concept of the Nice Guy, a term that most in feminist circles should be comfortably au fait with by now. The Nice Guy feels deserving of the attentions of women solely because of his lack of overt hostility towards them, and resents them when this “niceness” is not immediately rewarded with sexual favours. While the two concepts should not be conflated – one is a writing trope while the other is a social phenomenon – they are inextricably linked. Media informs the way we interact with the world, and the world informs the way we interact with media. Male entitlement engorges itself with stories of men winning women through inaction - the implication being that men deserve the attentions of women by default, and should be upset when it is not automatically bestowed upon them.

Meanwhile, women who have firsthand experience of this entitlement and the behaviour it encourages will naturally be fed up with it, and will bring that frustration into their consumption of media. They will take one look at a Scott Pilgrim or Xander Harris and be immediately, justifiably repulsed. While the more fantastical crimes of Angel or Spike can be easily forgiven, everyday crimes cannot. Most women have never met a serial killer. We’ve all met a creepy nerd. 

This is not a criticism of viewers who have reacted in that way. The common accusation of Xander being a “Nice Guy” I believe an inaccurate read on his character and a misuse of a term meant for the analysis of reality and not fiction. However, I can’t blame anyone who makes that instinctive leap. In fact I would say that bringing one’s own experiences to the consumption of media is the only correct way to watch television. And yet, I can’t count myself truly among that crowd. Despite my distaste for the simpering entitlement this trope has encouraged in male nerd circles, and despite the times I have been disgusted by a line Nicholas Brendon has been made to deliver thus far, I can’t say that I don’t like Xander. In fact, I would say I like Xander, and this episode is a big reason why.

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He should have had Cake: Leon Kennedy x Reader

Summary: You comfort Leon on the couch after Marvin turns.

Warnings: None

Contains: Leon finally getting a hug, Leon crying, comfort, angst

It was the longest day of your life. What should have been a normal back to workday after a well needed week off, was a complete disaster. All your coworkers had been killed and turned into some sort of monster. Your best friend and coworker, Amy, had been torn in two at the waist and you’d found her gurgling and crawling around the dark empty halls of the Racoon City Police Department. 

The only good thing to have happened was you met Leon Kennedy, the new cop that everyone had been so excited to see. You just worked paperwork in the back and had little experience with combat, so you were very lucky to have run into him. The two of you spent hours roaming around the building, fighting off the creatures and hiding from some sort of nuclear Arnold Schwarzenegger. You quickly became very close, confiding in each other in locker rooms, bathrooms, talking about your friends and family. You’d cried a few times, but Leon stayed strong for the most part, until now. Until Marvin turned

The look in his eyes almost made your heart break. 

"Come here." You said softly, sitting down on the break room couch, the leather creaking under you. He hesitated, fighting an internal battle of whether to give in to the strong desire to fall into your arms, or keep up the facade he had put up for you. 

Leon gave in, but not completely. He sat down next to you, body stiff and timid. He was practically shaking. He needed comfort, especially from a woman, so badly. There was a lump in his throat. His eyes burned. He couldn't look at you, he knew he'd end up crying if he saw that sweet, sympathetic look on your face.

You reached out and put your hand on his knee. His muscles tensed instantly at your touch. 

"If you need an ear, I'm here Leon." Your voice was still so soft, it almost caused a sob to bubble from his chest. He swallowed hard and shook his head. He couldn't do that. He was protecting you, the innocent, too good to be true receptionist who was in the wrong place at the wrong time. He couldn't cry to you. You needed him, not the other way around. 

"I know this is scary. It was your first day. You don't have to pretend everything is alright." You moved your hand from his knee up to his face, tucking some of his hair behind his ear. He leaned into your hand, letting out a long sigh through his nose. 

"It's scary for me too." You continued, softly brushing his hair. "Like, really really scary. World shattering type fear. Who knew the walking dead could become a reality to us that fast?"

He couldn't stand it anymore and he wrapped his arms around your waist, bringing your body close to him. You held him in your arms and leaned back into the couch so he laid on your chest. It felt amazing to the both of you. Seeing such a vulnerable side of Leon, the man who had been cracking jokes after killing countless zombies, it was refreshing. You stroked the top of his head and let him silently cry into your shirt. 

"They had a cake, there were streamers, party hats," He finally choked out, his voice cracking between his shaky words. "They were excited to meet me, and they're all dead. All of them. They put so much effort into it…"

Your chest felt like it was being torn in two at his words. You had to admit when you saw the 'Welcome Leon', streamers, it did upset you. They never even got to meet him. He never got to meet them. He should have had that cake, got to know his new coworkers, then settled into his desk. He should be at home right now after a long day's work, setting his alarm for 4am to do the same thing tomorrow. 

You continued brushing your fingers through his soft hair, holding him until his breathing slowed and his cheeks dried. His grip around your waist had loosened, but he still didn't let go. Neither did you. One arm held him in place around his back, and the other remained softly and gently stroking his hair. 

"Once we get out of here, we're going to go to my apartment, get you cleaned up, fed, and you're going to have the best sleep of your life. Alright Leon?" You hoped he'd accept your invitation, truly, you really needed the company. You couldn't be alone after the things you'd seen. 

He said nothing, but he slowly nodded his head. He took a moment to gather himself before sitting upright, and forcing a smile, the edges of his bleary eyes crinkling slightly. "I could really go for some fettuccine Alfredo." 

"And a hot shower. We stink. Then you can meet my cat."

"You have a cat?" He instantly perked up. 

"Yeah, her name is Buttermilk." You dug your phone out from your pocket and showed him a picture of the cream colored cat. "She hates that I chose the one apartment out of town. Takes like an hour to drive to work every morning, which is more time she's home alone. But once she gets older she's gonna love that alone time." You sighed, heart aching at the thought of her getting older. "She's a real pain in the ass but I'm gonna miss this kitten phase." 

"I love cats. I can't wait to meet her." He smiled again, but this time, it was a real smile. He had stopped crying completely at this point. 

"Then, let's get the hell out of dodge. C'mon." You stood up and offered him your hand, which he accepted with a sheepish smile.

[aimbutmiss]

It was another long night in the office for Crocodile.

To be fair, it was never intentional. He always reminded himself to retreat to his sleeping quarters at acceptable hours as he sat down to get some work done, but the idea was forgotten the moment he picked up a document.

So, he had severe time management problems. Whatever.

He dropped the paper he was holding and rubbed his temple with a groan. He was getting too old for sleepless nights like this. But work never ended with Cross Guild. He had a lot of things to overlook, even with the help he had from Daz and Buggy, who surprisingly made quite the good businessman. And maybe he was being a bit too cautious—too detailed with his work, but he found out the hard way that attention to detail payed off. He wasn't new to all this, he had built Baroque Works from ground up and he had also very much done the same with Cross Guild. He was proud of his meticulous work habits. No matter how many sleepless nights he had, it was always worth it.

And he loved his office; it was his safe place. He loved having a little corner to himself, away from everyone and everything. Karai Bari was loud, always home to some type of festivity. Crocodile was never one for such ruckus, and only allowed it because it helped with crew morale. But no matter what stupid thing was going on out there, he could shut it out and hide in the peaceful silence of this room. He could crunch numbers day and night, without having to deal with nightmares in his bed.

Yes, Sir Crocodile had nightmares; for he was human like any other.

He wasn't ashamed of his demons, but he'd never admit it to anyone if asked about it. He had spent years building the strong, powerful persona he had. He had convinced many that he was invincible, without weakness. It would all crumble if the world found out he woke up in cold sweat some nights, tears staining his face.

Monsters did not cry.

He slammed his head on the desk and closed his eyes for a second. Trying to get his much needed rest from a few seconds of shut eye was ridiculous, but it was better than nothing.

Before he could get up and get back to work, the door to his office slowly opened. He could have looked up to see who it was, not that there were many people who would walk into his office in the dead of night, but he decided to act as if he had fallen asleep for some reason. He just... felt like it. He didn't move an inch as footsteps approached closer to his desk.

"That could be a fire hazard, you idiot."

The mysterious intruder turned out to be just Buggy, which was weird. The clown had no reason to pay him a visit, especially not at this hour. The man picked up the lit cigar on the ashtray and put it out. A few second later, he gently laid a blanket on the "sleeping" man's shoulders, making sure he was covered up nicely. He hadn't moved from his place, so he must have detached his hands to pick it up from wherever.

"You don't have to work yourself this hard, you stubborn old man."

Crocodile was suddenly hyper aware of everything: the smell of Buggy's newly washed hair; his hand on his back, drawing slow circles into his tense muscles... He felt himself involuntarily relax into the touch.

"I could have changed you into something more comfortable and carried you to your bed if you weren't built like a fucking sea king. Oh well, this should do for now."

Before his business partner left the room, he could barely feel him give a kiss on his head. Yet it was enough to make the hairs on his neck stand up.

Buggy walked to the door, trying his best to be silent, and shut the lights. He left with a gentle whisper of "Good night." and Crocodile didn't have it in himself to get up for the next... God knows how long.

Before he knew it, he had fallen asleep just like that. When he woke up the next morning, he had mild back pain from sleeping while hunched over a chair. But despite that, he hadn't slept so well in ages.

No nightmares, just a warm blanket and the lingering smell of shampoo.