#part of the reason I pulled back from going to things is the weird energy

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Tougher Than Nails - Mike Schmidt X M!Reader

Warnings/Details: NSFW content, implied substance abuse, alcohol, cowboy!reader, hankie/cowboy hat code.

Summary: Mike goes to a bar downtown in hopes of getting his mind off of court, but instead finds something much healthier.

A/N: Everyone should thank my boyfriend for this idea; he's always the one that reminds me that I am technically a 'cowboy'. He saves a horse very often.

Word Count: 1.8K

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Bars weren’t really Mike’s thing. Any alcohol he’s ever had tasted like crap, and becoming an alcoholic would just be another check on Aunt Jane’s list to prove to the court that he wasn’t suitable for custody. Hell, he swore her perfume was still clinging onto his nose hairs, and all he wanted to do was escape her. Escape reality, too. Mike remembered when his father used to do just that after Garret disappeared, drowning himself in the bitter liquid at night, his speech slurred. That’s why he was here, at a bar in downtown Afton, while Maxine stayed with Abby. He was desperate.

The building was crowded, delightful chatter and jazz music filling the air. Lights were strung along the wooden walls, narrowly dodging the black and white photos hanging by themselves. More customers squeezed in behind him; Mike frantically searched for any open spot in the room. Hallelujah– a single stool was left vacant near the serving counter, and Mike shuffled into it, shoulders tense. The bartender seemed to notice his presence, as she leaned towards the man, still shaking another person’s drink. 

“You’re a new face,” she rattled, “may I see your license?”

Mike fumbled with his wallet, sliding the card for her to see, “Uh, sure.”

“Right, you’re all clear; would you like to open a tab?”

A man cut in before he could answer, and for the first time, Mike got a good look at the person sitting beside him, “Just add whatever he orders to mine, Molly.” 

She shrugged, the key hanging from her left pocket jingling, “Easier for me.”

You chuckled, the brim of your hat covering your eyes. It was decorated with embroidery and leather, complimenting your purple button up shirt, though that was partially hidden by a black vest. Two hankies hung out of your back, left pocket, similar to Molly’s keychain. One was rust colored, but the other was a complimentary gray; Mike thought it was an interesting stylistic choice. 

“I’ll just have a beer, thanks.”

As the bartender turned, scribbling in a notebook, you inquired, “So, what’s a fine boy like you doing ‘round these parts?”

Mike grabbed the foaming beer that was placed in front of him, “I live nearby.”

“That’s not the only reason, is it?”

He hesitated to answer, instead choosing to take a long sip of the beverage. It burned down his throat, the flavor making his lips curl and his head a little more dizzy. Somehow, it loosened his will, and he found his lips moving without his permission. Your energy was just hypnotizing; he felt himself being pulled in.

“Needed a break from stress,” Mike admitted, picking at the glass’ label.

You cocked your head to the side, your hat tipping upward, “Just ‘cause you’re in a hole, doesn’t mean you gotta keep digging. Alcohol isn’t the cure to what you’re feelin’.”

“What am I supposed to do? Not even my medicine works anymore.”

“I go here for stress relief too,” you assured, downing a shot, “but not necessarily for the drinks.”

Your hand hovered over the small of his back, looking at him for consent. When he didn’t move away, you settled your fingers there, feeling a shiver run through Mike’s body. Some of the previous tension released from his shoulders, and he almost leaned back in relief. Many of the customers in this bar were paired with the same sex, unlike most of the movies he’d seen that included the subject. So, he supposed it wouldn’t look too weird if he did.

You elaborated, “People can be cruel, can’t they, sweetheart? Comin’ to a place like this, where everyone’s like me in some way or another, is a damn good bonus.”

“Like you?”

“Y’know,” you gestured to your handkerchiefs, “queer and such.”

He paused, “Ah.”

“You didn’t know this was a boy bar?”

Mike replied, “I kinda just looked up the closest bar to my house.”

…

“Good to know.” Your hand fell away from his back.

He almost chased it. Mike liked the feeling, the weight of your fingers pressing into such an intimate spot. However, he wasn’t tipsy enough for that, and controlled himself. He watched as you spoke to Molly, the lady’s eyes flicking towards him and back, and you slipped her the money needed to cover the tab. You tipped your hat towards Mike, a respectful way to put distance between you, before disappearing into the suffocating crowd. Molly side eyed him, sweeping away his bottle, before leaving as well. Mike swallowed, pulling loose skin from his bottom lip with his teeth. It was now, or never– perhaps alcohol wasn’t the only way, after all. You were right. 

Mike could still see the very top of your hat swerving above the crowd, and he trailed after it to the best of his ability. A random girl almost elbowed him in the face, and he was sure his shins would be bruised after tonight. Your shadow was reflecting in the glass door, growing fainter and fainter as you walked further away, your hips swaying. Mike pushed it open, the vision dissolving, and cold air stung his cheeks. The moon reflected off of car hoods, the only way he was able to see where he was running. His hand reached out and grabbed your arm, as you flinched.

Mike’s ears were red, probably from the alcohol, and you stared at him, “What’re you doing?”

“I don’t know,” was the only answer you got before your collar was jerked forward.

Your lips crashed violently with his; your teeth clicking as he struggled to pull you closer. Mike was still fisting your shirt as you brought your hands to cup his jaw and the back of his neck, trying to gentle the kiss. 

You mumbled against his mouth, “Better not be some experiment of yours, pretty boy.”

“Nope,” he whispered, the aftertaste of whiskey on his tongue.

His back hit the side of your car, and his hands moved from your collar to swinging his arms around your neck. Your knee found its way in between Mike’s thighs, pressing against his crotch, and his groan was swallowed by your lips. Mike whined when you trailed down, aiming instead for his neck. Dark marks and bites soon decorated the pale flesh, his blood dripping a contrasting splash of color. 

Tugging on his earlobe, you challenged, “Gonna come back to my place?”

Mike doubted he ever agreed to something so quickly.

The drive was long, too long in his opinion. Though, it was most likely only fifteen minutes, at most. Mike didn’t even have to walk up the driveway to your cabin; his legs were locked around your hips as you carried him through the door and up the stairs. He ground his groin against you, searching for any possible friction. You tossed him onto your bed, unbuckling your belt, holding it taut. The man in front of you wiggled back and spread his legs to make room for you. You snickered at how willing Mike was, considering his hesitation when you first met.

You regularly kept lube on the bedside table, just to be prepared for when you brought men home from the bar. However, this one was different in a way you had trouble putting into words, other than positive. His thighs shook as you massaged the liquid into his hole, a hand covering his mouth to prevent you from hearing his noises. Ah, now that wouldn’t do, would it?

In response, you tugged his hand off of his mouth, “Lemme hear you.”

Such pretty sounds from a pretty mouth, it was truly a shame. When Mike immediately went back to covering them up, you slid your fingers out of him, instead reaching for your abandoned belt. His eyes trailed after your hands as they bound his wrists together in front of him, almost akin to handcuffs. Mike couldn’t see much of your expression after your head dipped down, only the shit-eating grin playing on your lips. Of course, that was before you took your hat off by the crown and placed it firmly on his head, though it was a tad too big for him.

“Why don’t you keep that safe for me, sweetheart?”

For a second, Mike was confused. Keep it safe? Just what were you planning on doing? He felt a grip on his waist, right before his world spun around him, and the positions were practically reversed. The guard was now sitting on top of you, or more so your crotch, his thighs caging in your hips. Mike’s hair was disheveled and the light on the ceiling created a sort of halo around him, and fuck, did you think he was pretty. Only a few select people had ever gotten to wear your hat, and you could confidently say that he was the most beautiful in it.

You unbuttoned your jeans, letting your cock slip through the opening, “You ready?”

“I’ve never done this before.”

You had a grip on his waist again, slowly guiding him down. You didn’t thrust, didn’t force him to go fast, and allowed him his proper time to adjust, “How’s that feelin’?”

“G-good,” he shuddered, precum leaking from his tip, “think ‘m ready.”

“You haven’t seen the brunt of it yet, boy!” You grunt, thrusting the rest of you inside, brushing against Mike’s prostate. 

The man on top of you moaned, and the sound was so uncharacteristically loud that even he seemed surprised by it. Mike leaned down, resting his tied fists on your chest in order to keep his balance. His sweat dampened your collarbones, his drool smearing on your neck, and the pathetic excuse of a guard tried leaving kisses over the areas he could reach. You soon found a rhythm to your thrusts; groans were punched out of your throat on their own.

Mike could feel heat rushing through his brain, bringing tears that stuck to his eyelashes, covering any thoughts or hesitance he may have had before. That wasn’t enough for it– it spread like wildfire down his body, down to where your fingers were leaving bruises, and down to his red, leaking dick. Something deep was brewing inside of him, nothing he’s felt since his hormonal teenage years. Hell, he didn’t even have time to process it when you kissed his cheek, whispering in his ear that he’s such a needy slut; it exploded.

When he finally came to, he could feel his thighs twitching and your heaving, sticky abs below him. His eyelids felt heavy, and all he wanted to do was stay there with you. You were rubbing circles into his back, attempting to pull out, but a grumble from Mike made you stop. In fact, you were saying things, but it sounded muffled and far away. He took great comfort in your voice, no matter what you were talking about. It was getting farther and farther away, yet still managed to follow him into his dreams. For the first time since the incident with Garret, he did not have a nightmare. 

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Camp II

Magdalena Eriksson x Child!Reader

Part of The Big Adventures Universe

Summary: Your first time staying at Sweden Camp

Sometimes, when there's an international break, you get to visit Sweden Camp.

You stay at Denmark Camp with Momma usually because you go everywhere with her but you get to go to Sweden Camp sometimes to visit Morsa and the other girls.

At first, it was because it was easier to stay in Denmark with Momma so you could go home to Germany together. When you moved to England and started living with Morsa, you still went with Momma to Denmark because it was what you were used to.

But now, as you touch down in Sweden with Morsa, you're a little confused as to why Momma has not come with you. It's a bit weird that she's getting a different flight to Sweden than you and Morsa but she must still need to finish packing up the stuff from the house in preparation for the big move back to Germany.

That must be it because you can't think of any other reason why she's not with you now.

You stew over it as the car pulls up and Morsa helps you out of the car seat and grabs the bags.

Cameras click as the two of you walk into the training centre, where Morsa gets the keys to the room she's going to share with moster Frido.

It's a bit different to the room she usually gets, you realise when she steps in. Usually, there are two single beds but now there's a double and a single.

That's a little weird but you think it must be because Morsa's used to sleeping in bed with Momma now and needs someone to lay with her until she falls asleep.

It's nice of Frido to go that before she falls asleep but you reckon they could have just put the two beds together to make a double rather than moving in a double just so Frido can help Morsa get to sleep.

"Morsa," You whine, laying back on her bed and kicking your legs," I'm bored."

Magda rolls her eyes, focusing more on unpacking all of your things so you won't have to live out of a suitcase until the flight to Australia. "In a little bit, princesse," She says," I'm just doing something."

"So bored!" You continue, rolling back and forth around the bed to show her just how bored you truly are," Do it later!"

Magda smothers her laughter, folding the last of your clothes and putting it in the dresser. "Alright, I'm done. No need to get grouchy!"

"I'm not grouchy!"

Magda laughs, rolling her eyes at you fondly before grabbing the key card. "Are you coming or not? It's time for lunch."

You're off the bed quickly, nearly falling over in your haste for food. You'd denied having any plane food during the flight because you don't like it so you're practically starving when you get downstairs, barely saying hello to everyone before you dart towards the buffet.

"She seems perky," Frido chuckles as she watches you grab a plate.

"She was very bored as I unpacked," Magda says," She'll run off the energy while we train."

"Morsa!" You call," They've got pasta!" You're trying to spoon spaghetti onto your plate but it keeps slipping back into the bowl. "Help, please!"

"Coming."

Magda's right of course. You end up running off all your energy at training, darting after stray balls and having a little practice session of your own with the other keepers.

That's what gets you to this point, sitting cross-legged on Magda's bed as Frido's in the shower.

You frown as Magda pulls out a towel and your pyjamas.

She's talking as she rummages around looking for something. "We can only have one story tonight," She tells you," Because it's late and it's going to take time to run your bath. Frido takes ages in the shower. I told her to start running it when she gets out, just so we've got a bit of a head start."

You frown deepens, a little crinkle appearing between your brows. "Why've I got to get in the bath?"

Magda smiles fondly at you, affectionately brushing a hand over your hair. "Because you've been running around all day and having fun. You're dirty."

That makes sense, you guess. You don't want to get on the plane with Momma to Denmark all dirty.

But the pyjamas confuse you. You don't want to get on a plane in your pyjamas.

You tell Morsa that too.

It's Magda's turn to frown now. "Why are you getting on a plane, princesse?"

You sigh. Morsa's being weird.

"Because it's too long to get to Denmark if we drive!" You tell her," We always get the plane to Denmark!"

"You're not going to Denmark."

"Yes I am! I always go to Denmark Camp! Always!"

"Well not this time," Magda says, sitting down on the bed next to you," You're staying with me in Sweden and then we're going to Australia for the World Cup."

You frown only gets deeper. "But why? Momma's going to the World Cup too."

"Well, we thought it would be fun if you stayed with me during the World Cup," Magda explains," You'll still see Momma but it just means that you get to come home to me and you can practice with Zećira. Is that alright?"

You think it over for a moment.

It's a little weird to not being going to Denmark with Momma but you think that it's okay because you have the Swedish girls instead like Frido and Zećira.

"It's alright," You say to Morsa," But do I really have to get in the bath?"

It shocks a laugh out of her. "Yes, princesse, you have to get in the bath."

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Pulling Away

A/n did i write smut for once? yeah. also timeline wise is this perfectly accurate? it’s iffy,, but this fic isn’t about the plot too much so it’s okay

Summary: You’re not the only one that’s feeling a little territorial thanks to the influx of people you’re around in Jackson. 

warnings: 18+, implied age gap, no condom, a tiny bit manipulative if you squint, brief mention of losing virginity.

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He’s not a force of nature, no matter how hard he might pretend to be for the sake of those around him. Joel can’t actually change anything. So the shift in temperature you feel as Joel stills has to be a byproduct of what’s in your head. 

The kind of burning cold that better fits a fever runs through you and you hate yourself for it. This isn’t the first time you’ve been delusional when it comes to him. 

You’re working off of a quarter of his face against low lighting. It doesn’t make sense for you to be able to feel so much from the little of him that you can see. It’s not anger. Or at least, not just that. There’s definitely a subdued rage radiating from him, but it’s undercut by something that punches you straight in the gut. 

Maybe you’re being a little unfair, but you have a right to it at this point. You can’t follow him around blindly like some kind of puppy forever. Especially now that you’re both settled enough to be able to think of things outside of pure survival.

“Ellie’s asleep.” A flat observation that you can’t explain. Maybe it’s the need to break the silence, or maybe it’s a genuine attempt at making things feel normal. You two should still be able to talk. You never wanted that to end. “Swore she wasn’t tired, but passed out as soon as her head touched the mattress.” 

Joel lets out a small sound from the back of his throat. It’s a spike in the atmosphere. “Think I’m gonna go to bed, too.” You don’t understand your awkwardness or the urge to create distance. It’s not like Joel would hurt you, but then again, the buzz of adrenaline doesn’t seem to be coming from a place of fear. It’s an uneasy burning that worsens when you raise your eyes enough to meet his. “Night.” 

The one word is a little better and somehow so much worse. Not aggressive or trying to make things better. It’s just there. Civil. 

When he says nothing, you take it as your sign to call it a night. Tomorrow could be better. Sure, your rocky dynamic might be going through growing pains while you set boundaries that should have been established long ago, but you’ll likely survive this. You’re all staying together in the same house in Jackson for the time being and you both care too much about Ellie to separate over something small. 

Even if Joel won’t directly admit to it, the part of your relationship that feels like co-parenting is sacred. That’s part of the reason why the feelings you’ve been fighting with yourself to dismantle are so complicated. He cares about Ellie more than he wants to admit and the last thing you need right now is to tear away the little stability she’s finally been given. Not over a few awkward conversations and stiff moments. 

The weird irony that vaguely reflects the issues of the world before isn’t lost on you. If someone were to squint at the situation, you’d seem like a wife trapped in a marriage for the sake of her children. Maybe if it was happening to someone else you’d have enough energy to find it funny. 

You turn carefully, like a too loud squeak of your shoes could be what snaps the thinning thread tying you two to a hint of casualness. You don’t need to pass him to get to where you’re sleeping. The three of you had been set up in a space that allowed for each person to have their own room. It’s like that in theory, but in practice it’s more like Ellie’s room, Joel’s room, and the spare. 

A comfortable enough bedroom that you’ve maybe spent the entire night alone in twice in the weeks you’ve been here. You can’t even pretend that you keep the few things you own in there either. Joel’s an even lighter traveler than you, so slowly your items made their way into the drawers in his room. Now, your room is basically just where you go to change into and out of sleepwear.

You’ll get used to it, used to the draft that originally led to you giving up on rocky sleep the first night you ended up sleeping next to Joel. Your dreams kept you up even more than the cold, but when Joel’s drowsy voice called out to you in the dark, asking why you were awake, you blamed the night’s chill. That’s how it first happened. 

It was a mistake you should have never let turn into habit. You’re correcting it now. Setting boundaries to prevent heartbreak. It’s only a matter of time considering the way the women here look at him.

“Since when do you sleep in there?”

His voice is so gruff it instinctually freezes you. Any sarcastic comment at the back of your throat vanishes immediately. The both of you are fully aware of how you end up each night, but it’s a boundary in itself not to mention it. You’re not sure if it’s more him or you, but what happens at night and early in the morning is never mentioned.

It’s a dip into another reality. A space where Joel’s a little lighter, almost more open. Sometimes he’ll drag your arm with him when he moves onto his side, a silent way of asking you to stay close. On the best nights, he’ll joke about it, letting your limbs meld together under a blanket and swear he’s just trying to keep you warm out of the kindness of his heart. 

His humor is the worst. The kind that some might justify as a result of years of it being at a stalemate for years considering the tragic state of the world, but you know better. They’re the kind of jokes that take a second to settle because of his general exterior, but are meant to be so dumb they force out a smile. In another life, the little comments are dad jokes.

The peace bleeds into the mornings now, he’ll keep the closeness and remind you that you don’t have to get up immediately by mumbling something about Ellie still being asleep. Like she’s the only thing significant enough to get you two to return to reality. 

You’re convinced that these moments exist because neither of you mention them. He’s crossing a line you didn’t realize meant so much to you and he’s being dramatic it, too. It’s not the rarest thing for you to ‘attempt’ to sleep in your own bed. Sure, you’re more likely to lay in that room for a few hours on nights where Ellie stays up a little later, but this isn’t the strangest thing you’ve done. 

He’s ripping any chance of returning to that separate world away from you. It stings more than it should. “Thought I’d give it a try,” you voice is too low, too defensive, “It’s not a big deal.” 

The defense sounds so weak in your own ears, you don’t even want to imagine what he took from it. “Bullshit.”

His voice comes out in such a low huff you feel it more than hear it. If the sound had felt any less dangerous, you would have pretended to mistake it for another wordless grunt. Your lips part slowly as your mind struggles to create any kind of logical response. 

Pretending is clearly getting you nowhere. The only reason you ever pretended it would was pure delusion. Joel has always been able to see through you, through any shift in mood. Even when your lies are better, his ability to sense them is uncanny. 

He turns with no warning. Joel crosses the space between you before you can even fully register his steps. Your body tenses as heat rushes to your face in result of an oddly charged parody of fight or flight. You almost step back, one heel shifting back, but then you meet his gaze and the determined glint behind his eye is enough to melt you into place. 

There’s something else there, too. A focus that pins you into place even further. Holds you there better than the barrel of a pistol could. 

The absurdity of the warmth rooted in your chest should be enough to make the feeling go away. It doesn’t, so you force your lips to part again. You need to say something. Anything. “Joel?” Not that. Not just his name in a voice that feels violently small. 

“You’re pullin’ away.” 

The accusation in his voice leaves no room for argument. You try anyways, “No.” The rest of your thoughts can’t come out while you’re looking at him at the same time. There’s shame in dropping your gaze to focus on your shoes and the little space between you. “It’s not like that.” 

Joel lets out a low sound. The creak of the floor as he steps forward again snaps you out of your trance. You step back in a desperate attempt to keep the space between the two of you equal. Your back hits the wall before you can come close to achieving your goal. It’s a knee jerk reaction that leaves your face feeling even warmer than before. A part of you expects Joel to laugh at the sound or at least comment on it. He doesn’t. He continues forward until his mouth is so close to your ear the warmth of his breath lingers when he exhales. 

He takes a second there, relishing in your stillness. “Don’t lie to me.” Joel pulls away just enough to look you in the eye. “You don’t want to talk to me, you’re talkin’ about leavin’.” The southern drawl of his voice is increasing with his frustration. It’s distracting in a way that feels too convenient. Like he’s doing this on purpose. 

You swallow once. “You found your brother. I have a sister out there, I’d--I think now that things are more settled with Ellie it wouldn’t be the worst thing for me to look for her.” 

“And you don’t want us goin’ with you, but you’re more than willing to let the guy that’s always lookin’ at you--” 

“Oh my god, is that what this is about?” You are insane. Of course his issue is who mentioned it. John knows travel, leaves Jackson and comes back in one piece when he needs to. He wouldn’t be the worst person to have with you if you did want to start a rudimentary search for your sister. “I didn’t make any plans with John, it just came up.” 

“You don’t want us goin’ with you.” 

Your throat feels dry. The thought of it makes you feel cold. You haven’t seen your sister in a few years and so much has changed. You’re no longer in the QZ and your sister has no way of knowing that. She can’t reach out if there’s trouble or good news and she has no reason to assume that you’re safe. You know where she lives, and if she’s not there, you know a few of her usual spots. She doesn’t typically stray too far from her bubble. It wouldn’t be a long trip, just long enough. 

Long enough to give you some space. Long enough to remember what it’s like to not be around Joel all the time. Long enough to feel less about him. 

And you’d come back. You wouldn’t just walk out of his life and Ellie’s forever. The little bit of space you’re trying to get would make it easier for you to stick around in the long run because it’s the only way you can think to get rid of the feelings that are trying to ruin everything. 

“We haven’t been here that long and Ellie’s finally starting to feel settled. I don’t want to drag her out of that yet and make her feel like her entire life is just going to be her being dragged around the country.” 

Your words are a jumble, rushed together in a way that makes the honesty of them less effective. It’s a good point. Ellie just called her room hers the other day and even asked about moving the bed against a different wall.

Joel lets out a low breath, eyes hardening. “You’re right. She’s settlin’ and she needs you.” He knows he’s hit his mark when you don’t respond. “How do you think she’s gonna take the news that you’re leaving?” 

“Leaving to visit my sister.” You struggle to swallow. “Temporarily. It’ll take less than two weeks.” 

His lips pull into a frown as his eyebrows together. Moody and brooding. The look you’ve openly referred to as his old man scowl. “With John.” 

Ugh. This again. Why does it matter? Yes, John will be there, but it’s not like it’s just you and John. Your sister isn’t that far and she has access to supplies that aren’t common, she has an understanding with people that have easy access to medical supplies. 

But even if it was just you and John, it doesn’t matter. There are a lot of areas in which you factor in Joel’s opinion, but this is definitely not one of them. You two aren’t together and with the way he does nothing to show any discontent when the girls here start to look at him, he definitely doesn’t need you keeping his bed warm at night. 

“If I go, he wouldn’t be the only one there.” The fact that you’re trying to justify John’s presence leaves a bitter taste in your mouth. You’re a grown woman, free to associate with whoever you want. You might jokingly call him your old man from time to time, but he has no right. “And if even if he was, what does it matter?” 

His jaw locks and the downwards tilt of his chin erases the little bit of confidence you’ve managed to build. “You’ve seen the way that boy looks at you.”

You have to bite your tongue to avoid from blurting out that he’s also seen the way majority of the women you see on a daily basis look at him. Joel’s also exaggerating. John does not have any feelings for you, and if he did, it wouldn’t matter. It’s not like you see John as anything more than a friend. But even if you did--it is not his business. At all. 

“He doesn’t.” There’s little point in saying that, Joel’s not one to have his mind so easily swayed and he’s been wary of John since the beginning. Sometimes it even feels like the more you insist that he’s a good friend, the more Joel seems to dislike him. “And if he did, it doesn’t matter.” 

Your words feel like a retreat they shouldn’t need to be. Small, the meaning of the sentence compacted and straining against the limited syllables. A part of you expects Joel to understand what you do mean. That it doesn’t matter because it takes two interested parties to form any kind of relationship. That your mind isn’t even there in terms of feeling safe...that the only person who has ever made you feel safe enough to imagine anything beyond friendship is right in front of you. 

For the first time, Joel doesn’t pick up on the relevance of what isn’t said. You can feel his lack of understanding in the way he moves, placing one hand on the wall, near your head. You blink, trying in vain to explain the motion, explain his proximity. He’s caging you in. 

The heat of his body is practically inescapable, amplified by the way he smells. Joel showered a little earlier, his natural scent combining pleasantly with that of plain soap. After so many nights next to him, you would think you would have developed a tolerance. You haven’t. And even if you did, you doubt it’d matter...this is different. Dizzying. 

“Doesn’t matter?” 

He’s somehow even closer and somehow not touching you. The realization that that’s the worst part of this leaves your stomach fluttering. You need the feeling gone, so you force out the first words that come to mind, “It matters as much as all the girls that look at you like that.” 

It feels more bitter than it comes out, leaving a metallic taste on your tongue. You need out. You need space. You need sleep. Joel’s silence feels like opportunity, so as subtly as you can you try to shift away from the wall. Your back is off the wall for less than a second before you’re pushed back against it. 

Your body hits the wall before you can realize that Joel’s hand is on your hip. There’s too much surprise for that fact to settle, so you look up at him almost bewildered. You expect him to let go or at least look somewhat apologetic. He does the opposite, moving the hand on the wall under your jaw and closing the distance between you in a motion so quick you can barely register it. 

His mouth is on yours before your mind can catch up. It makes no difference to him. He’s rabid in his patience, taking what he wants without forcing your lips to part. His hand squeezes your hip and all at once it connects. You gasp and Joel pins you to the wall even more securely, deepening the kiss with an expert’s ease. 

It lasts until you can’t breathe and ends with his teeth grazing against your bottom lip as he pulls away. “All of this,” the words are exhaled lowly, “’Cause you’re jealous.” 

The kiss left you so light headed your first instinct is to just agree. To not think and do or say whatever you need to in order to get him that close again. But his tone is too sure, too teasing, and the implication isn’t something he can just get away with. “Jealous?” His smugness is hard to take with him holding you against the wall like this. It’s too vulnerable, like this might be some kind of game to him. It makes you feel transparent. Hollow. “Fuck whoever you want, I don’t care.” 

It’s like you’ve said nothing until Joel has the audacity to squeeze your hip. “Whoever I want?” His hand shifts up your hip, your shirt moving with him. “Hm.” His hum settles beneath your skin, effectively silencing you as his eyes take their time raking over your face and down your body. “Those were some big words from you.” 

Heat rushes to your face. It’s ridiculous--you curse more than that on a regular basis. He’s playing into context, too aware of what he’s doing. The urge to push burns twice as hard as buzzing in your chest. “They’re true. We’re not--we’re not anything, so if I want to go with--” 

“I’m not losin’ you.” There’s a desperation in there that comes out so hard it circles back to vulnerable. “You wanna go see your sister, we go see your sister. That’s how we got through everything else.” The hand on your hip moves down, his fingers dipping beneath the elastic waistband of your shorts. You hate yourself a little for the way your breath audibly catches. “Understand?” 

His hand lowers even further, long fingers pressing against the fabric of your underwear. You’re not breathing right and you can’t bring yourself to care. The only thing you can think of is closer. “Y-yes.” 

“’Yes’ what?” No sympathy in his voice or anything that would give away that he has a hand shoed down your pants. 

His touch picks up pace, rubbing against you until a whimper escapes your lips. “Yes, sir.”

Joel moves his hand away with no warning. The whine that escapes your lips doesn’t feel like your own. He’s barely touched you and you’re already like this. “Barely touched you and you’re already listening.” He hooks two fingers in between the band of your underwear. “Should’ve done this awhile again, then.” 

You’re burning all over, the only thing you can manage is a quick, “Shut up.” It lacks any bite. 

He pulls at the band of our underwear, letting it snap back into place. If you didn’t know any better, you’d consider the flash of something softer across his face as amusement. “If you want me to stop, you’ve gotta tell me.” 

Your nod feels desperate. Your entire body feels desperate. For the way he kissed you, the way he touched you. “I-I’ll tell you.” He’s still not moving, not doing anything. It’s some sort of punishment. It has to be. “Joel...” 

“You going to say ‘please’?” 

You have half a mind to tell him to fuck off, but then his fingers hook around your underwear again. A promise. “Please, Joel.” This is all unfamiliar but you trust Joel to get what you want, what you need. “Need you.” 

With no warning, he yanks down your shorts and underwear. They fall down your legs and you blindly kick them to the side. “Need me?” He tilts his head down, pressing an open mouthed kiss against your cheek, then two to your jaw. “Need me where, sweetheart?” 

God. Anywhere. Everywhere. Your desperation reminds you of how incredibly unfair it is that you’re already down to just our t-shirt and Joel’s still fully dressed. You move your hand slowly, carefully tugging at whatever piece of clothing on him you can reach. 

He’s unimpressed. “C’mon, use your big girl words.” His hand is in between your thighs, his fingers teasing at your entrance in a way that makes it impossible to focus on anything else. “You were usin’ them just fine a second ago.” 

“Joel,” he kisses your jaw again, forcing away all train of thought. It has to be intentional. “Joel,” again, too soft. 

“I know,” he exhales the words against your neck, “I know, sweetheart. Need me to take care of you.” Joel doesn’t wait for a reaction, just pushes his fingers fully into you. You gasp too loudly, Joel moves his free hand over your mouth. “Be a good girl and be quiet. Can’t wake up Ellie.” 

Shit. How did you not think of that? “You’ll be good and quiet for me? Let me stretch you out a bit first?” There’s a knot in your stomach that’s slowly taking over all of your senses. As long as Joel keeps working at it, you could promise him anything. You nod against the palm of his hand. 

You bite your tongue to keep from whimpering too loudly. “Need you to relax,” he presses into you even more firmly, “Get you ready for me.” 

He slowly eases his hand off of your face. “Joel, please.” You’re not even sure what you’re asking for, you just know you need more. You want him to consume you entirely. Feel him until he’s all there is.

You hear the sound of a belt buckle and his jeans shifting. Instinctually, you move a hand towards him, wanting to help, wanting to feel him. “There’ll be time for that, right now it’s about you.” You’re about to argue when he skillfully adds another finger. Fuck. “You’re tight,” he breathes, “No one’s ever touched you here?” 

His fingers curl inside of you and you have to burry your face into the fabric of his shirt to keep from crying out. “Only you.” 

“Look who’s found her manners.” He’s picking up the pace and smoothing down your hair as you squirm against him. “Should’ve done this sooner.” Just as the coil in your lower stomach tightens, Joel takes his hand back. 

You push yourself off of him, staring at him with an expression you know he’ll consider pouting. “Why’d you--” 

“Because I want you to remember this.” He pushes you back to the wall, pressing his body against you. The head of his cock brushes against your entrance. With no warning, he pushes into you. Your sharp gasp overlaps with Joel’s low groan. “Y’need a man to fuck the attitude out of you.” He moves slowly, the friction unbelievably overwhelming and somehow not enough. “That boy wouldn’t know what to do with you.” 

Joel presses you further into the wall, sinking into you as deep as possible before pulling out just to sink back in. His pace is even until his breathing picks up. You’re a mess against him, hiding your face in his chest when he starts fucking you with full force.

“You’re squeezing me so good.” Joel practically pants the words into your skin. “Fuck, ‘m going to--you gonna finish with me, sweetheart?” 

Your mind is mush, you can barely nod against him as his thrusts start to lose their focus. You’re pushed over the edge as Joel’s teeth graze against your neck. He pulls at your orgasm, dragging it along until your legs are jelly and he’s pulling out in order to not finish inside you. 

The two of you stay holding onto each other for what feels like a long time and not enough. “You’re not goin’ anywhere, okay?”

You pull your head off of him enough to look him in the eye. “Not without you.” 

He smiles, lines that you can imagine kissing forever etching themselves into his skin. “That’s my girl.” Joel runs a hand up and down your back fondly. “Let’s go to bed,” he presses a kiss against your jaw, “Give me the space to properly appreciate you.”

The thought makes your body burn all over again. “You sure you aren’t tired out, old man?” 

Joel huffs out what’s almost a laugh, “We’ll see who’s tiring who out, sweetheart.” 

[seoliee]

LAD Men as Cats

Here again to serve pure fluffiness. I love cats and I love LAD Men. So, I thought, why don't I try to mix the two together and here we are.

Kind of weird to make my precious fishy; Rafayel into a cat though because he absolutely hates them.

Oh and no, Caleb in this one. I might make a separate one for him though like I did last time. I'LL STOP NOW SORRY.

What if they're your pet cats?

Word Count: 1.5k words

— RAFAYEL : Grey Birman

• Rafayel was a birthday gift from your best friend. You were immediately pulled in by his mesmerizing eyes that seemed to shine and bore deep within you. The first time you took him into your arms, he looks up at you with a guarded gaze followed up with a low growl.

• It didn't take long for Rafayel to get used to you and his new surroundings, his bursts of energy zooming all over the place that you sometimes can't keep up with him.

• Being an office worker and situated to work from home. You're always confined in your study and in front of a computer often leaving Rafayel on his own company.

• There was a time that you were in a zoom call with your bosses when Rafayel leaps up on your computer desk. He meows softly, trying to get your attention but you were far too focused on your work. He rubs the side of his face on your hand that rests on top of the mouse, and you returned the gesture by petting his cheek in which he purrs at.

• Rafayel walks in front of you, blocking your vision with his built and his fluffy fur as his long puffy tail glides under your chin in the playful manner. You excused yourself from the call and places him down. "Not now, Rafayel. Be patient." You gave him a quick pet before returning to your call.

• Being a very affectionate and somewhat mischievous cat. Rafayel wouldn't let that slide. He leaps up on top of a drawer where one of your mini ornaments were located, eyeing one of them. He heard you calling him, mouthing words that says 'Don't think about it.' So now you finally gave him the attention he wants. His paw gently hits the ornament off of the drawer as it fell down on the carpet flooring and he scurries away.

• After the call ended. You went to pick up the fallen ornament and much to your relief it wasn't broken. When you went downstairs, you saw Rafayel perched down on the armrest of your couch, his eyes on you. He jumped off, running up to you and rubbing himself and subtly wrapping his tail around your legs while purring. Acting as if nothing happened.

• You sigh, picking him up into your arms. You can't stay mad at him. "You're a very naughty kitty, y'know that?" You pull him into your arms, hugging him as he leans into your touch. "But it's part of your charm." Though, you still have to reprimand his actions by not giving him any treats in the next few days.

— XAVIER : White Turkish Angora

• You arrived home from work only to see a puff of white ball on your porch. You slowly got closer, realizing it's a cat curled into a ball and sleeping. You crouched down to take a closer look.

• The cat wakes up, stretching its limps then looking up at you with narrowed sleepy eyes, blinking slowly. You were sure it would scurry away, but it didn't even moved an inch from its spot.

• You reached your hand out to it, waiting for it to do something, but it only watches as your hand gets closer, letting you scratch the side of its head and leaning into your hand which melted your heart immediately. The cat got up on its four legs, and goes to rub against you. There you noticed it doesn't have a collar on. You obviously can't leave it to fend for itself out in the coldness of the night so you did the most reasonable thing and let it inside. The cat immediately went over to your couch, finding a good spot and going back to sleep. It's as if it already owns your place, you think.

• The next morning. You visit the local veterinary clinic to get the cat checked. There, you found out it's a male cat. You made eye contact with him, silently apologizing for calling him a 'she' last night. The vet also said he doesn't have a microchip on him, but is a very healthy cat, adding that he's also very friendly and calm.

• Once both of you are home. You took decent pictures of him, deciding to make posters and spread it around the neighborhood in case he has a family. After all, he might've had a collar, but lost it somewhere. You heard a low meowing sound, switching your gaze down and there he is looking up at you expectedly. "You're hungry, aren't you?" You chuckled, going into the kitchen and him following you. You open the cupboard, taking out a can of wet catfood and transferring its contents on his bowl afterwards setting it down, allowing him to eat. You decide to keep him until his owners claim him. If nobody comes for him in a month, you're going to keep him.

• The next days were quite eventful. You came home to him waiting for you by the door, greeting you with a very happy meow which dissipates all your fatigue away. Ever since having him, you no longer felt lonely and you always looked forward to coming home. He always slept next to you, and wakes up at the same time as you. He practically follows you everywhere in the house which you found adorable and endearing.

• You sat down on your couch with him laying comfortably on your lap as you pet his fur. Instead of watching whatever is on the television, your eyes are on him. A thought came into your mind, and that's naming him. But, you quickly tossed the thought away as naming him would only make you more attached to him and by then, letting him go would hurt you than it should've. Your chest felt tight at the thought of losing his companionship. It may sound selfish, but you silently prayed that nobody would come to claim him.

• One day, you came home from work and as usual he's there at the door step waiting for her like he always does. You pick him up into your arms, then setting him down on the couch and kneeling in front of him. You open your bag to take something out and reaches your hands to the back of his head. You retreat your hands away, letting the light tag rest on his neck and engraved with the name 'Xavier'.

• Indeed, a month has already passed and thankfully, nobody came. "Xavier. Do you like that name?" As if responding to her. Xavier goes up to you and gently licked your chin, you melt and nuzzles against him which he reciprocates with a loud purr. You will no longer feel lonely with Xavier around.

— ZAYNE : Black Persian

• Zayne was given to you by your cousin who told you she couldn't keep him anymore because him and her other male cat kept attacking each other. You, on the other hand have no qualms on adopting him. The thought of having a non-human companion is better than having an actual human.

• Zayne is a very quiet and aloof cat. Very quiet. At first, you thought that all cats are like him, but you watched a few cat videos where some of them would act like him, but have random bursts of energy at times and are playful. Zayne on the other hand, you looked at him at the other end of the couch, he seemed to mind his own business and is very cold.

• You tried to play with the toy stick with a mouse attached on the end only for him to ignore you completely. He didn't even spared you a single glance. You never thought there will be a time where your heart was broken by a cat. From that moment, you made a vow to yourself that you would make him love you.

• You started by inching closer, petting his head. At first, he moved away from your hand and ran off. But, you didn't stop and kept on trying until he would only flinch for a bit, but never run away. Though, he never purred.

• Then one day, you came home later than usual from work. To your surprise, you saw Zayne by the porch of your front door, as if waiting for you. You took him into your arms, snuggling him close. "You must've been worried. I'm sorry." Once they're inside, he jumped out of your arms and went back to his usual self. You only chuckled, this is the most affection you can get from him and you won't complain anymore.

• The next morning. You slowly opened your eyes, expecting to see what she always sees in the morning, but a tuff of black fur blocks your vision. Your heart warms and melts. This is the first time Zayne has slept on your bed and right next to you. Most importantly, he's purring. Your hand moves on its own and gently pets his head, he slightly opens his eyes, his gaze on you for a bit and went back to sleep, purring even louder.

Writing is very therapeutic to me. I can freely write down my ideas and let them unfold.

Thank you for reading until the end.

[zoozvie]

Engagement?

♡ Levi/gn.Reader ♡ ao3 link ♡

You cheerfully hummed as you walked around your apartment, keeping busy with cleaning up and organizing the kitchen. It was a pretty lazy day for you two, accomplishing mundane chores that weren’t very important.

“Are you ever going to stop singing that creepy song?” Levi’s flat voice sounded from his chair in the sitting room. He had a book in his lap, but instead, he’d been watching you for the last few minutes with his perfect view into the kitchen.

“It may be weird, but it’s catchy.” You shifted to your other foot, flowing to non-existent music.

“You’re weird.”

Without looking at him, you waved him off, “Whatever.”

More humming filled the air. Harpy hare, where have you buried all your children? You looked over your shoulder discreetly at your boyfriend. Tell me so, I say. 

Your hands wrung a dish towel over and over between them, awkwardly leaning your hip against the cabinets. “So what did we say we’d do regarding marriage?”

Levi paused before he could take a sip of his tea. “Why are you thinking about that?”

“Nothing, no reason. I just wanted to remember what the plan was.”

Levi sighed, sitting back against his seat and placing his tea and book aside. “Well, we both said we’d sign the papers if it made sense legally and financially. And then later on, when we felt secure and ready, we could get ‘emotionally’ married and have a ceremony with a few friends.” His attention was trained on your face, which was purposely facing elsewhere. “Is that right?”

Your head bobbed in agreement, “Yeah, yeah, that sounds good. So we’re just kind of waiting, right?” At his furrowed brows, you continued, “We established from the beginning that we weren’t really into casual dating and wasting our time. Both of us want life partners and to take things seriously.” He nodded. “So we’re just kind of waiting for the benefits to outweigh the potential drawbacks to actually get married, legally and everything…”

“Do you not want that?”

“No, well, I do. It’s just…” you sighed, setting down the towel. Your behavior strongly showcased your anxiety, and Levi reflexively reached out his hand to you, gathering your attention with a small ‘Come here.’

His calm energy pulled you in without a choice. Your hand slid into his, standing before his chair as his thumb stroked your knuckles.

“I guess we won’t have those exciting proposals where it’s a big surprise.” Levi tilts his head to the side curiously when your eyes only look at your hands. 

“Do you want to be surprised with a proposal?”

“No! I mean, the culture around someone begging for their partner to propose and then being disappointed when it isn’t how they wanted or when they wanted it is terrible and unfair to have that job be put on one person in a relationship. It is better when it’s collaborated and communicated.” Your lips pout a bit when you finally look up at him. “Also, I don’t expect you to propose. I could propose to you.”

“I know, dear,” he blew air through his nose in amusement, “We’re equally responsible for each other.”

“Exactly.” Embarrassment fills you once again as you lay it out for him. “But I guess there are appealing parts of a traditional relationship. At least the surprise and excitement of it all. And since we decided from the beginning that we’re in it for the long run, engagement isn’t really anything new or different that needs to be…” 

Levi gently cuts you off: “You can still care about getting engaged. It’s still a title we can decide has importance—as long as, you know, we are the ones who decide that it matters.” His other hand smooths up your arm to pull your shoulder towards him. Always so gentle and kind with you. You end up arranging to sit on the meat of his thigh, on his good leg. He never voiced any bother regarding your proximity.

You bend down to wrap your arms around his shoulders and pull him close. “I think I’m just tired of calling you my ‘boyfriend’ all the time.” Your voice muffles a bit in his shoulder. “We’re getting old, I feel so juvenile talking like that.”

His smile is beautiful when you lean back to look at him. “Yeah? Look at me; I use a cane. How do you think I feel when everyone assumes my partner is half my age?” You chuckle in amusement along with him. Thankful that he’s gotten over, or gotten better at joking about his physical disabilities and appearance.

“Just call me your fiancé.” He shrugged as if it was the most easy thing in the world.

“I can’t just—Levi, people will ask questions—”

“So what? What do they know about our relationship anyway?” He frowned. Still as cute as ever. “Tell them we’re saving up because I only want to get married once, so it should be a nice gathering ‘cause I know you want that.” Your fingers interlaced with his. “So we don’t know when to have our wedding, but people can be engaged for years without knowing that.”

You hum, “My coworker has been engaged for seven years, has been since she had a kid, but doesn’t have a date for a wedding because, yeah, they want to have proper funds for their house and her daughter’s needs.”

“Right, there’s nothing wrong with that. And I’m sure you’ll get all that surprising proposal excitement from everybody when you start calling me your fiancé.” He paused to study your face closer. “I’ll get you a ring, so don’t worry about that.” 

You pull back, “What? No, you have to do that. It’s the whole point of saving money.”

“I never said it would be expensive. You know I don’t care about that, and I’m glad you value sentimental shit more than money.” You scoff, ‘duh,’ but you are smiling on the inside at his thoughtfulness.

He pulls you back closer to his chest, although with you on his lap, his face rests in the crook of your neck. Like he immediately needed to fix the wrong of separation you created. “Our anniversary is next month. That’ll give us enough time to get whatever symbol of engagement we want,” his injured hand on your back carded through your hair. “Whatever you want.”

Your smile couldn’t help but show with his words. You pressed your face into his hair, trying to get impossibly closer. “You’re amazing, you know that?”

Both of you slumped together, backs bound to ache after slouching for so long. But this space was yours, this time was yours, this home was yours. Partners in every way.

You were his, and Levi was yours.

dividers by saradika-graphics

Self indulgent because this is my exact situation? Yeah.

Harpy Hare has been in my head all week, lol. I wish I could have finished this earlier to kind of fit in with the Levimonth24 post-war marriage day, but oh well.

Masterlist

[decaying-enigma]

[Space Core AU]

Danny could see it all.

Where the darkness meets the dance of light, a swirling canvas of stardust and celestial wonders—a symphony of colors, shapes, and energies unfurling across the infinite reaches of space.

Their radiant glow casting an aura that just beckoned him to join.

Cosmic tendrils weaved a labyrinth of star clusters, and stellar nurseries gave birth to new stars.

Nebulae shimmered with ethereal beauty, their wispy tendrils reaching out across the void like ghostly fingers.

Supernovae unleashed titanic explosions, scattering the remnants of dying stars across the cosmos in a dazzling fireworks display of light and energy.

Danny could almost feel it wash over his skin.

Black holes lurked in the depths of space, their gravitational pull so intense that not even light could escape their grasp.

Dark matter, the invisible scaffolding of the universe, weaves its enigmatic web throughout the galaxy.

He could hear the countless echoes, all worming their way into his being and, for a moment, pulling him closer and closer to...

""Danny!""

He fell back into his seat instantly, two arms holding him down, as Earth's gravity once again took hold of him.

Blinking rapidly, Danny shook his head, visions of stars and nebulae sliding away.

Yet not completely leaving his mind.

It took him a moment to remember where he was as he turned to Tucker and Sam.

They sat on either side of him, both having a firm grip on him with deeply concerned expressions on their faces.

They were all outside, at a table nestled in the corner of the (thankfully empty) park, and had been in the middle of eating lunch from a new cafe that Sam had wanted to try.

Or, at least, that had been the plan before he decided that gravity was just a suggestion.

"You okay, dude?" Tucker asked, a hand still holding onto him.

"I'm fine," Danny replied immediately.

But judging by the identical unimpressed looks on Sam and Tucker's faces, neither believe him in the slightest.

And rightfully so.

Though they did let go of him, trusting he wasn't about to start floating away again, they were ready to react if it happened again.

Danny sighed.

"I just got distracted for a second."

"You were floating away." Sam pointed it out, making little wiggly movements with her fingers. "Plus, your eyes were doing that weird galaxy thing again.

"That was just some dust," he lied half-halfheartedly.

She raised an unimpressed eyebrow, not buying that for a moment. "Yeah right. If we hadn't pulled you back down, you would probably already be out of the atmosphere by now."

"I would've noticed," Danny murmured, his eyes shifting to the side. "...eventually."

Sam huffed in frustration. "So not the point I was trying to make."

"They are super weird, though," Tucker agreed, then took a bite of his giant BLT sandwich. "But still cool, in the way they turn into terrifying black-holes that they look like the endless and cruel vacuum of space."

Danny stared at Tucker flatly.

"That makes me feel so much better."

"No problem!"

There was a brief silence, only for Tucker to put his sandwich back down, showing just how serious he was, and ask.

"But seriously, dude, are you alright?"

Danny looked down at the table, wanting to ignore his friends admittedly reasonable concerns, and absently twirled the straw of his ice tea.

But, eventually, he gave in.

"I already stopped by the Far Frozen to talk with Frostbite," he finally admitted. "Even ran into Clockwork, who was feeling strangely non-cryptic, and asked him about what was going on."

"So, what'd you find out?" Sam questioned, leaning forward, eager to hear what he had to say.

Danny snorted, an impish grin growing on his face. "Apparently, I don't actually have an ice core."

They both blinked in surprise.

The fact that Danny's core, practically the ghostly equivalent of a soul and a fundamental part of their being, wasn't ice this whole time and was actually something different was... a pretty big deal.

Sam asked, both curious and concerned, "So, what core do you have?"

"Frostbite called it a space core, or, as Clockwork referred to it, a piece of the Void." Danny rolled his eyes. "I'm like, 70% sure, he only called it that to be extra dramatic."

"So the ice powers were just...what? The first side effect before the weird eyes and the 'spacing' out?" Tucker joked with a grin.

Danny chuckled at the pun, while Sam groaned.

"Basically."

"Do you know what powers you are supposed to expect?" Sam asked, hoping they would catch a break this time.

"Not a clue," Danny said, shooting that hope down immediately.

Tucker raised an eyebrow. "Isn't there someone in the Ghost Zone you could ask?"

"It's, like, super rare; I mean, the only other ghost I know with the same core is Nocturn," he explained with an annoyed huff.

They both winced.

Despite not currently being antagonistic with the Ghost of Dreams, Danny and Nocturn's relationship wasn't anywhere close to friendly, even by ghostly standards.

And considering most ghosts could beat each other up, possibly even dismember one another, and still be willing to hang out later, that's saying something.

Danny sighed. "Yeah, I basically had the same reaction."

"Are you sure there's no one else?" Sam pushed, looking for a solution.

"Ghost Zone's a big place and leads to a lot of others, so probably." He shrugged. "But, even if Nocturn or someone else was willing to give me advice, it wouldn't help very much."

Seeing the confusion on their faces, he continued to explain.

"Frostbite gave me a whole lecture about it, but it basically boils down to the fact that, unlike most core elements, space cores express themselves so differently that there's no real set of powers that they share."

Sam slowly nodded, understanding showing on her face.

"So, while one ghost with a space core might be able to make black-holes, another might control gravity or even create stars," she continued, a hint of wonder in her voice.

Danny nodded his head in agreement.

"Hey, for all we know, you might get the power to twinkle really, really brightly instead." Tucker snickered loudly, with Sam quickly following.

Danny dropped his head onto the table, not sharing his friend's amusement in the slightest.

The snickers soon died off, as Danny continued to mope.

"It's probably not that bad." Tucker pointed this out. "You already learned to control the ice part of your powers; you'll figure this part out eventually."

"And we'll be right there when you do," Sam added, fully believing they would find the answer eventually.

"Hopefully not too close. Frostbite mentioned a few...unexpected stabbings the first time around," Tucker muttered under his breath, wincing as Sam punched him in the shoulder.

Danny rolled his eyes.

He wished that he shared his friends confidence in his abilities, but he was nevertheless grateful for the support his two best friends were giving him.

Thankfully, the conversation soon changed subjects from his potential new powers, moving on to talk about a homework assignment for school as they finished their lunch.

Danny made sure to pay attention this time, staying focused on the here and now.

Yet, even as he grinned from the sarcastic joke Sam had made, he could still feel the pull in the background.

He could hear the symphony of celestial bodies, the stars, the nebulae, and the infinite reaches of space in the back of his mind, all calling out to him.

Just waiting for the day that he would give in to the urge, and in the moment of weakness, join them forever and always until the end of time.

[mintaikk]

Moments I Think Blitzø Realized His Feelings for Stolas, Part 3: Stolas's Chains

Imma just go in backwards order ig. Part 1, Part 2

Truth Seekers is what made me say, "Okay, fine, I ship it!" After denying it for 5 episodes. There so much juicy Stolitz stuff and Blitzø angst to analyze! Many people have done this already, but goddammit, I want a piece of the cake too! Won't analyze the hallucination though, that's veen done enough. But I'll analyze some parts!

Throughout the entire hallucination, Blitzø is being pushed around by the people he's had a romantic or sexual connection with in the past. Moxxie insults him and berates him the entire time, and we know he has sexual feelings for Moxxie (I feel like Millie isn't here because she's never shown hostility to Blitzø, so he doesn't see her as 'bad'). Fizz is here making fun of him, and thst was his childhood friend who he had a crush on, but it ended horribly (💌🎂🕯🔥). Verosika is his ex girlfriend and drags him around and gets into his face calling him "a selfish shitty shit fuck." Striker is there as well calling out Blitzø's lies to himself about wanting to do things alone, and that fits well because he asked Striker to join IMP, and we know he had some attraction to him. The point is, everyone in the hallucination is someone he has been attracted too, and they're all including him and dragging him around against his will.

But then we see Stolas and all the insults and berating stops. He simply just asks, "Are you afraid to love people, Blitzy?"

This is the only person Blitzø actually goes towards. He runs up the stares, trying to escape everyone else. Why? For comfort? Because they were there? Or because he wanted to go to Stolas?

He looks at Stolas in awe, with his eyes wide and gasping. And then he starts crawling towards him.

At first, he willingly crawls up the stares. He looks tired and energy drained, but he doesn't look angry. Maybe a bit nervous, but not angry. But as he gets closer, chains appear around him, and Stolas uses them to bring him closer. But he doesn't fight these chains. I looked up some symbolism, and apparently, chains can symbolize "eternal love and human connection" (from gatsbyjewllery.co.uk). But they also symbolize feeling trapped. I think this shows that Blitzø feels trapped by his emotions for Stolas, and like he's powerless against them. He's falling again, despite how his past relationships turned out, but he's still doing it again. And he's powerless against it.

Look at him! He's not having a good time! He looks surprised and hurt and frustrated, but he still goes along with Stolas, because while Stolas is pulling him closer, Blitzø isn't struggling and still goes to him. I think it's multiple things here. He feels like he has to do it for the book, but it also goes back to his emotions again, and feeling powerless against them, and feeling powerless when he's with Stolas.

Look at him. In the first image, he just looks nervous while Stolas holds a hand over his collar. But then, when Stolas tightens it, Blitzø starts blushing and looks both nervous and embarrassed. He's embarrassed because he likes it, and he has feelings for Stolas, but he also feels like a pet or a plaything. He's scared for the same reasons he's embarrassed; he likes it. If he likes it, that's a dangerous slope of falling again, but then leaving Stolas fucked up, and Stolas will see how much of a terrible person he is.

Ah, then my favorite part. The ✨️festhers✨️

Everyone in the drug trip dissappears, with Stolas (and Moxxie) disappearing into golden feathers. I think the gold feathers at this point symbolize the truth, which is why both Moxxie and Stolas disappeared with gold feathers. They've been calling him out on all the emotions he had buried, so of course they're the ones that change. But then, instead of going in the weird tornado thing, Stolas's feathers cling onto him.

In the first picture, Blitzø is just noticing the feathers. He looks annoyed and angry and disgusted ("ew, feelings"). The chains are still on him, but without the actual chains. I'm sure that means something, but I can't figure it out. Maybe symbolizing hisblingering emotions??

In the second image, he's now aware of the feathers that are there and is actiey swatting them away. He's grimacing and hunched over, clearly feeling vulnerable, angry, and scared.

By this image, the feathers have taken over most of his body. He looks confused and angry about it, and they're covering his mouth. He holds his hands up like he doesn't want to even touch them.

And by the last image, the feathers have fully taken over his body, and he's screaming in pain. If the feathers symbolize truth, and one of his truths is his feelings for Stolas, the feathers are his true feelings wrapping around his body until he can no longer ignore or handle them.

Later after the trip ends he says, "I have delt with one two many emotions for tonight, let's fuck these fuckers up!" There he goes, ignoring his emotions again with violence or sex.

This was supposed to be a short series, but my god, there is a lot more.

[twst-trash]

𝕿𝖍𝖊 𝕿𝖍𝖎𝖗𝖙𝖊𝖊𝖓 𝕹𝖎𝖌𝖍𝖙𝖘 𝖔𝖋 𝕳𝖆𝖑𝖑𝖔𝖜𝖊𝖊𝖓

- NIGHT 1, SOMNOPHILLIA/KIDNAPPING

Event masterlist | Part 1

The time has come for Malleus to inherit the throne to the second circle of hell - but not without stealing away the one mortal whom quenches his every desire.

wc: 1.3k

cw: Incubus!Malleus x gn!reader - 18+ smut, dubcon, kidnapping, yandere-ish behavior, somnophillia, mentions of Hell, biting and blood. Not proofread- oops.

Something unexpected happens the night before Malleus’ coronation.

He’s between your legs already, spreading them obscenely wide as he peppers kisses onto the inside of your thighs. He doesn’t have to do this to feed- he could just as easily run his tongue over your sex, suckle and lap against your heat until your orgasm overtakes you. Better even, for the sake of his time and energy, he could simply hook your legs over his shoulder and press you into your mattress, sheathing himself inside of you while you slumber- but Malleus loves to spoil you. He’d like more than anything to spend a millennia between your thighs, personally drawing out each and every orgasm from your sleeping form, letting you tremble underneath him from overstimulation. He settles for pressing his hot mouth against your thighs and grazing his teeth over the plump flesh that lives there.

It’s comfortable, it’s routine-

-which is why the last thing he expects when he looks up at your face is to witness your eyes fluttering open.

——

You meet eyes with the man between your legs and are compelled to scream- but nothing comes out. The darks of his pupils are blown out and wide, almost completely overtaking the green of his iris. The more you look at him, the more you hesitate to even call him a man. He’s clearly something different- something more. Your eyes wander to the naked expanse of his back, pale and gleaming in the moonlight that pours from your bedside window. The two black wings that sprout from his shoulderblades should intimidate you, but you can’t help but think about how elegant they are.

You don’t know what possesses you to do so, but you reach out to touch the black horns that crown his head. The man- the thing- leans into your touch. His horns are rough against your fingertips, stroking upwards, with the grain of the keratin. The creature groans, thickly, like he had been trying to hold himself back for a while. The sound snaps you out of your trance, and suddenly you retract your arms back into yourself.

“H-Hello?” You manage, calmer than you should be for the situation you’re in. He’s scary; he should be, at least. He’s large and otherworldly and spreading your thighs apart with his sizable, claw-bearing hands- yet a weird wash of comfort rushes over you when you meet his eyes again.

“Hello, Child of Man.”

The creature’s voice is soft and slow, lulling you into a deeper sense of security. He looks so kind to you despite the razor-sharp teeth that make up his smile.

“Are you going to hurt me?” You manage, whispering to him in the dark. His face twists with something, shifting so that he could lay on your chest. His hands reach to cup your face, unnaturally cold, as he runs his thumb across your bottom lip.

“I have no reason to hurt you.”

Your next words are stolen by his lips pressing onto yours, forked tongue wasting no time in slipping between your lips, deepening the kiss with fervor. It’s intoxicating- his taste, his touch, his mere presence makes you feel lightheaded.

He pulls away and you can feel your heartbeat quicken in your chest. There’s a familiarity in his touch as he dips his head to nibble on your nipples, swirling his tongue across your sensitive bud.

You moan, experimentally reaching your hand down to grasp at his raven locks. Your action seems to delight the creature, smiling around the nipple in his mouth. The creature is hard- you can feel his considerable length press against your thigh as he continues to toy with your nipples. A ‘pop’ resounds through your quiet room as he withdraws, scanning your expression inquisitively.

“I’ve met you before,” you suddenly whisper, gazing at the man in front of you. “I’ve seen you in my dreams.”

“I’m glad to hear that, Child of Man.” The creature smiles. You can feel his fingers trace down your heat, causing you to shudder. “I’ve known you for a very long time.”

“What do I call you?” You ask, watching as the creature chuckles darkly.

“Malleus- but I’ll be your husband in a few days time.”

His words are enough to make you recoil from his touch, something the creature- Malleus- does not take kindly to.

He hooks his hands underneath you and brings your hips flush with his. You gasp, feeling his cock press against your heat, shallowly prodding the entrance and threatening to devour you whole.

“Do not run from me.” He commands, voice meaner than it had previously been. You swallow thickly, nodding to placate him. Malleus’ remains tense, rubbing the head of his cock up and down your hole.

He slowly enters you, sinking deeper and deeper into your core before bottoming out inside of you. Malleus fits inside you perfectly. It’s not something you would have expected when taking stock of his size, but the stretch is suprisingly comfortable.

Malleus must not have been lying about knowing you for a long time- he’s already fucked you into the shape of his cock.

He rocks into you, eyes raking over your body, taking in your reactions. It’s your first time being conscious with his cock burried into you, and he relishes in every moment.

You can feel him throbbing inside of you, already close to climax. His pace quickens, slamming his hips into yours as he takes. You’re his- you’re beginning to realize that, especially with the way he slots himself so perfectly between your legs. It feels as though you were an intruder in your body’s own personal nightly ritual. Your body knows what to do, how to respond to Malleus, addicted to his touch on a molecular level. It’s no wonder why he want you as his spouse.

You’re close, wrapping your arms around Malleus’ neck as you rock your hips against his. You’re chasing your own orgasm just as much as he’s chasing his. With a groan, Malleus stills his hips, pouring his hot seed deep inside of you. You aren’t far behind, clamping down hard onto his cock, toes curling as you reach your limit.

As you cum, Malleus places a deep, claiming bite into your neck. You can feel your own warm blood trickle down your collarbones and roll onto your mattress, staining the fabric there. Your scream is part pain and part pleasure, your vision blurring together before your world becomes dark.

—-

There are no windows in the stone-walled room that you wake up in. Your body is sore all over, blending together and making you feel like one big bruise.

Malleus stands at the foot of the bed, dressed extravagantly. His suit is accompanied by a long, flowing black cape with a green velvet interior. If you weren’t so disoriented, you might’ve thought that it complimented his eyes- peircing through your own as he watches you realize you’re shackled to the bedpost. It’s his coronation today, he informs you. And in only a few days more, the two of you will be wed.

“I don’t know if I’ll let you leave this room too soon.” Malleus muses, mostly to himself. “Lillia tells me that this realm can be a little overwhelming to humans. For now, you’ll stay in our bedchambers.”

He comes closer to you, pressing a chaste kiss against your lips. “I do wish you could come to the ceremony, but do not worry Child of Man. Rest assured, our wedding will put this silly formality to shame.”

He turns from you as you lie naked and shackled to the bed. This is where you belonged, he thought. This is where you should always be.

Now and forever, royal-consort to the second circle of hell and Malleus Draconia’s spouse.

[leathfaic]

Soap and Ghost have been a thing for a while, spending their leaves together whenever possible, holed up at Soap's place for the most part, only ever in Manchester when Ghost wants to visit his families graves and they don't want to drive back up that day.

When the call comes that there's been damage to his flat Soap has to leave alone, Simon is out on one of the solo missions they love to send him on. So all Johnny can really do is leave a scribbled note on his bed that he's home sorting trouble with the flat.

A few days later Ghost returns, a bit miffed when he doesn't find Johnny waiting for him on the tarmac or in his barracks. Price brings him up to speed though and the letter explains the rest.

Soap is surprised when he opens the door to Simon in his civilian clothes, hadn't even gotten a text saying he's back, "What are ye doing here ye bampot? Dinnae get ma note that the whole flat is a mouldy mess?"

"Though' you'd appreciate some help." Simon just shrugs looking a little forlorn on the doorstep, suddenly not sure if showing up uninvited was the right move.

Soap grabs his man and pulls him into the flat before the huge fucker can decide to bugger off with his feelings all hurt.

"Ah'd love yer help, juist didnae expect ye to want to spend yer time in ma mouldy paradise after juist returning from a mission. Dinnae exactly haeve amenities exactly, yeah?"

He really doesn't. The flat is a fucking disaster, the one above had a pipe burst while the inhabitants were on vacation, water leaking unchecked for days, it's a bloody miracle that the building is still statically sound. But all the moisture seeped in to the flat below. And when anyone thought of informing him for possible damages it was too late. There's barely a room left untouched. Soap's been sleeping in a nearby hotel, going through his belongings saving what can be saved before calling in professionals to clean out the mold.

There's no way he'll give up the flat, they both know that, it was his grandmother's before, getting passed on to him when she moved to a retirement home. It's where Johnny grew up, his nan taking him in when his parents gave up on him.

So Ghost helps Soap sort out the mess, save what they can save, which luckily includes a lot of priced memories, but they know that pretty much all furniture is a loss. Floors, walls and ceilings will have to be redone too. Be that as it may they spend the rest of the day to also takeling care of the other reasons Soap can't just let a crew of cleaners walk in too. All traces of him being anything but a normal soldier carefully erased, packed up, hidden.

When they crash at the hotel late at night Johnny is still restless, the way he gets when some bug mission is about to start.

"Didn't know furniture shopping for your fla' would get you tha' riled up, sweetheart."

It's meant as harmless teasing, of making Johnny focus his energy on him and getting it out.

Instead the other man seems to dial it up, is not just squirming but also biting his lips now.

Fuck, he hasn't seen him like that unless whatever is about to go off is deadly serious.

So when Soap turns to him Simon stills, waits for the catastrophe that clearly is about to happen. For everything to come crumbling down around them, because that's how his life tends to go.

Instead, with the smallest voice he's ever heard on the man, Johnny makes his world fall into place like it never has before.

"What if we were nae getting stuff for ma place but rather, ye ken our place?

Our place.

It's rare that anything manages to make Ghost freeze anymore. But this? This does it.

He only shakes himself out of it when he sees panic and regret well up in Soap's eyes, can't have that after all. Mouth still not willing to obey his command he drags the other man into a crushing embrace, burying his face in the shower-damn mohawk.

"I think I'd like tha'." he mumbles eventually, his voice all weird and off, gruff from fighting the all the emotion but soft from the love that punches itself clean through all his defenses.

In his arms Soap drains of all tension. Mission accomplished no reason to be nervous now.

He falls asleep in Simons arms like that, deep breaths softly caressing his chest.

Ghost lies awake, his heart pounding a steady rhythm of excitement now.

He's going to go shopping with Soap tomorrow.

For their place. For their home.

Wild joy mixes with perfidious apprehension, parts of his brain refusing that this will really happen, convinced that Soap will wake up, having thought better of it.

That home is a concept lost to him. He is the Ghost for a reason after all.

He doesn't get a wink of sleep. His mocking of Soaps nerves ringing hollow in his ears.

Instead he braces himself, ready to meet the rejection head on, not let it show on his face, makes himself cold as ice.

"Ye look like we're heading to war not to keek at stuff for our home, love."

The armor of ice built meticulously over sleepless hours melts all at once.

"You really sure you want to share a 'ome with me Johnny?"

"Yeah Simon Riley, ye big daftie, think Ah'd nearly piss ma pants and ask ye, just to pull a fast one?"

For the second time in as many days Ghost shrugs helplessly, no defense of his a match for the things Soap makes him feel.

The man knows him too bloody well too, drags him out of the hotel room and gets them going. Let's actions speak over words. A language that works far better for Simon.

Who finds himself in store after store full of furniture, wallpapers and stuff where he comes to find that maybe he is not equipped to handle this.

Part 2

[blue-sadie]

Truly Broken

Ascended Astarion x Reader

Summary: with the new power he's gained he doesn't realize the things he's lost in till its to late

Warning: reader death dn = daughters name

Based off this post by @wilsonsmadshow

Yn/3rd person

It was all done the mission was a success and astarion became ascended but something started to tug at your heart, you didn't know what it ment and you dreaded that.

The days following you've said goodbye to your other companions and stuck with astarion who's been acting weird not his usual flirty self.

Instead he was becoming more arrogant and snappy when I ask him something even his affection was turning cold.

"Are you coming to bed astarion" I asked as I rubbed my eyes tiredly and leaned against the wooden doorframe.

He just stared blankly at the wall ignoring my existences "astarion" I murmured a bit louder as I slowly walked to him lifting up my hand to touch him.

My hand wavered I pulled back, this was the first time I ever was nervous to touch astarion I took a step back and cleared my throat to get his attention.

He sighed with annoyance "what is it" he snapped his piercing eyes turning to stare deep into mine, his gaze was different it wasn't filled with affection and love instead it looked like dispar and hatred.

"I-I asked if you wanted to come to bed" I said changing my stance out of nervousness under his gaze.

He rolled his eyes and turned his gaze to the wall "no I don't think I will" he muttered my heart clenched he's never directed his hatred to me maybe somethings bothering him.

"What's wrong astarion" I asked and slowly got closer to him "what's on that mind of yours" I slowly sat of the edge of the arm of the chair he was sitting on.

"Nothings bothering me tav" he snapped and brought one of his hands up to his face and rubbing his eyes.

"I can tell,something is" I whispered and gently lifted a hand to place on his shoulder, he jerked away from me and pushed me to the floor harshly.

I squeaked in pain as I hit the floor "don't you know when to fucking stop" he yelled standing up over me, my body began shaking in fear.

"I told you to leave it and you kept annoying me" he growled stepping towards me making me crawl away with each step.

"Maybe the reason I don't want to go to bed is because your there" he muttered "you repulse me with every fiber of your being" he spat making my heart break.

"You don't mean that" I whispered making him laugh like a mad man "oh trust me darling I do, I've finished my use of you so you can leave" he mocked and pointed at door.

"W-what" my eyes filled with tears "do I need to speak clearer get the fuck out" he shouted, the tears started to fall as I nodded slowly and got to my feet shakily.

"I-if that's what you want" I snuffed and slowly making my way out the room only for a stopping for a brief second hoping he would change his mind.... but he didn't.

I only packed the essentials in a bag before quickly making my way out not daring to look at him once.

my tears blurring my vision even though he hates me I still live him and want him happy If he wants me gone then do be it.

I looked down at my slightly bulging stomach and layed a gentle hand on it, at least a small part of the old him is still with me.

-Time skip-

I raised my hand to my daughters face slowly wiping away her fallen tears "d-dont go" she cried her long grey hair falling into her face.

I smiled sadly "you remind me of your father" I coughed as I felt my time running out "of how we were when we first me" I thought back to all the great memories we had together.

"I love you dn" I whispered with my last remaining energy and slowly closed my eyes as I felt myself slip away.

Dn caught your hand as it feel and kept denying your death as her sobs grew louder "please no" she cried and brought your frail body up to hers "please mom" she sobbed.

Her cries caught the attention of the vampire her mother waited for everyday, astarion peered around a tree.

He bored his teeth already to pounce when he paused catching a wif of a familiar scent his mind whirled trying to figure out who it was.

"Are you ok" he asked stepping out from around the tree into the light, dn jumped at the sound and scurried to wipe her face.

Astarion froze as he saw your body and he felt the pain he felt all those years ago when he left you.

"Y-yn" he fell to his knees "who are you" dn asked stepping infront of you blocking his gaze and he finally looked at her and gasped at the resemblance he saw.

"A-astarion" he whispered dn looked astonished her sadness turning anger, she knew who he was you never kept the knowledge of her father from her.

The only thing you left out was why he left you "you have no right to be here" she muttered shoving him back.

"You were never here so don't think you can mourn her now" she shouted and kept pushing him back in till he was up against the tree.

"She waited for you and you never came" she anger started to turn back to sadness.

Astarion watched and his heart broke as he started to remember the words he said to you and he watched as dn went back to your side turning her back to him.

He chose to leave you and now he's getting the karma he deserves.

"Karmas a bitch"

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[kaylatoonz]

Movie Amy Rose 06

Context:

What if Amy gets introduced through the sonic 06 plot line kinda…

I don’t really remember much from the 06 plot so to save me the headache and to keep this short (hopefully) I’ll highlight some things I would add to a loose adaptation of 06.

Two parter- I may not remember everything from sonic 06 but I do know there was a lot going on so yeah they’re gonna need this movie to be at least two parts

Elise and Amy from another world/planet- so for this story Amy would be Elise's adopted sister. Shortly after the flames of disaster were sealed within Elise, her kingdom had some concerns on how to keep the young princess happy to prevent the destruction that would awake from her tears. Those worries come to an end when a neighboring kingdom presents a pink hedgehog for the princess to keep as a pet. Elise was appalled by the idea, dismissing it entirely, stating that the pink hedgehog will be her little sister instead. Since then pink hedgehog, Amy Rose lives with the princess doing her best to keep Elise happy despite disagreeing with Elise not being allowed to cry. Things are going well with the two sisters until the kingdom is attacked by a known entity that’s after Princess Elise. Having no choice, but to flea the princess and Amy escape to earth to find help and refuge.

Sliver is a time traveler that was tip off by mephiles to hunt down sonic to save his future

No blaze… maybe- depending on if blaze is introduced before or after this story.

Amy is the one to challenge silver ideas- basically those scenes with Silver and Amy bonding and her defending Sonic when silver attacks him. Have Silver question if sonic is the trigger and if it is right to kill one innocent person to save the world.

Time travel shenanigans with silver and shadow

Shadow’s story (plus team dark maybe)

Sonamy no Sonic x Elise- I think everyone can agree that Sonic x Elise was weird and it most definitely be even weirder in live action. So let Elise be Amy’s wing girl while Sonic and Elise are just besties.

Amy is Sonic and Elise therapy hedgehog- Amy would definitely not approve of Sonic and Elise bottling up their negative emotions( even if Elise has a good reason for it) so she would try to help with that.

Amy takes the hit from mephiles instead of Sonic- Amy’s “death” triggers both Elise and Sonic. Elise tears release the flame of disaster while sonic rage and sorrow poisons the chaos emeralds (and himself) with dark energy. This is what mephiles need for his plans. (Don’t worry Amy is saved by the power of sisterly love instead of romantic love and the chaos emeralds).

Maybe super Amy alongside super sonic, shadow, and silver- I know it might be too much to ask but a girl can dream😭

Time reset- Although I hate time reset endings (especially after the troll hunter movie😡) I think it would be neat if they pull a “your name” ending between Sonic and Amy. Despite not remembering each other they find their way back to each other again. And maybe Elise and Amy could have a bittersweet goodbye with the time reset erasing their meeting too.

[lavendermunson]

dress | steve harrington x fem!reader

+18. theatre date night. fingering, dirty talk. babygirl and daddy as pet names. cum eating.

Steve loves when you take him to the theatre to watch a ‘weird’ movie. There's a few people in the room, he makes you sit down behind everyone, away from the screen but not to far back so you can watch the movie. The reason? he found himself in awe of you when you showed up at your front porch with that tiny dress, when he opened the door for you to get into his car and drive to the mall he watched the bottom of the dress lift up and he could swear he saw your panties,he bit his bottom lip so hard he was able to get a silver taste from the blood.

Now that he has you all by himself in a dark room, his hand starts to get close to your thigh and between your legs, making you squirm. A couple of popcorn got to the floor but you didn’t care much, his hand started to go up as his face got closer to your neck to leave hot pecks and lick your skin ferociously.

Your thighs close involuntarily when his fingers get to the newest but familiar wet spot on your panties, you can feel his smirk on your neck because he never stopped kissing you. He starts rubbing your clit making the wet spot bigger.

"Such a needy girl, aren't you" he gets so turned on by your soft an quiet moans "Oh yes be quiet babygirl, i don't want you interrumpting the movie" his raspy voice makes your toes curl, your legs open up as his fingers move your panties to the side and his kisses go up to the soft spot of your neck, right under your ear "Needy baby, feels good?"

"Stevie, p-please" you go shy on him, mouth parted and unable to speak up at the same time your cheeks grow red and hot.

"What do you want me to do?"

"Finger me, please finger me”

His smile gets bigger, sending a warning signal to your tummy.

"Baby, baby, baby" he shakes his head "you are a fucking dream"

His fingers play with your wetness for a couple of seconds and he digs two digits into you, moving them in and out of you with a slow pace.

"F-fuuuck" your words come out as a whisper, he gets even more frustrated and he starts to curl his fingers inside you, making your dripping cunt feel like burning.

"You are so hot baby, look so pretty too" he whispers in your ear as you moan quietly, the thought of being in a public space was so hot "you wish it was my cock, princess? you can say it and i can flip your word in an instant"

"Y-yes, i- wish it was your oh fuck cock" you slurred your words, your chest coming up and down as you try to breath but it was impossible. Steve knew how to get you whimpering for him, talking dirty sweet nothings while he fingers you silly and kisses your neck. He starts to rub your clit with this thumb, making sure you feel as good as ever.

Your back melts in the seat, your mouth a perfect shaped "O" he sees you and his eyes turn into hearts, you are the prettiest girl he has ever seen and the fact that you let him all sorts of hot things to you drives him crazy. His hand reaches your jaw, holding your head up and squeezing your cheeks with his fingers.

"I’m going to c-cum, p-please oh daddy let me cum" a new hot wave of air comes at you, jolts of energy circle back and forth from your tummy to your pussy, the back of your neck sweating as you try to hold on.

"You can cum babygirl, do it for daddy" as your body relaxes you he squeezes your face harder, your eyes roll to the back of your head and you untie the knot on your stomach releasing all your cum in his hand "dirty little baby, you are doing so so good"

Steve gets his fingers out of you and tries to collect every drop, he takes his fingers to his mouth and sucks his hand, the squeaky noices of his saliva mixing with your juices makes you even more horny. He cleans himself and locks eyes with you while doing it, this man is going to be the death of you.

"Baby, you did so good" he takes your hand and pulls you into his chest, you sit on his lap while he runs a hand through your back and gives you a calm massage. Your legs still shaking, he notices it immediately "you okay?"

You hide in the crook of his neck, rubbing your nose against his skin.

"I want you to fuck me"

He takes no time in getting up, you follow him as you run towards the exit of the theatre and into the parking lot.

"My seats fold all the way back"

"Perfect"

—

little blurb because im hot and high lol. didn’t even proofread but ill do it in the morning 🥰 stay tuned for part two

[inthepeakymidwinter]

Professor (Thomas Shelby x Reader)

Summary: Reader finds out that her professor harbors major feelings for her. Steamy moments ensue during midterms. (There will be a part 2) Word Count: 1041 TW: College/University *Story is unedited for the time being* -----------------------------------

It had been an eventful first semester during my senior year in university. I was prepping for my midterms at 9pm on a Saturday when I heard a soft knock on my door. I got up from my bed that was cluttered in papers, notebooks, and highlighters. I walked to the front door and checked through the peephole. To my surprise it was Professor Shelby. Someone I’ve had the pleasure of being in a weird relationship with. I’ve often caught him staring at me from across the class during lectures. He’s invited me to stay after class sometimes to go more in depth with our lessons. Occasionally he peppers in a few flirty lines as he teaches. I’ve had good grades in his class, and I never needed the tutoring, but he was too intimidating to say no to. Even though a large part of me never wanted to reject him in the first place. I tried to brush off what he said last week when our hands touched accidentally. I spent my entire weekend trying to forget his words.

“I can’t stay away from you Y/N”

I shivered as he placed his hand on top of mine. We stared at each other, and my mind went blank. I inhaled deeply and went back to writing notes in my notebook once he pulled his hand away.

For him to find my dorm room was an utter and possibly criminal surprise. I couldn’t think of any reason not to open up the door, but my heart was racing, trying to leap out of my chest. I placed my hand on the doorknob and opened the door, preparing to meet those oceanic blue eyes of his. When I opened the door I was met with an empty space, Professor Shelby nowhere in sight. I peeked my head down the hallway and saw him walking in his black coat, trying to exit the building. In my head I cursed myself out. I waited entirely too long. Instead of going back into my room and hiding, I decided to make a run for it. “Wait!” I screamed down the hallway, begging to catch up. Right before he made it to the exit doors I saw him turn around. He had a half smirk on his face and a bouquet of flowers in his hand. “Professor Shelby” I panted, completely out of breath.

“Thought you weren’t home” He spoke quietly. “I shouldn’t...be here”

“You’re right” I smiled.

He handed me the flowers and stayed in the moment. We both hung onto the flowers for what felt like an eternity, just to look into each other’s eyes. “Professor…why are you here?” I asked.

“I wanted to give you something. For midterms” He sighed and looked at the floor. I smiled at him and placed my hand against his cheek, almost forcing him to look back at me. “Come with me” I invited with a warm energy. He shook his head.

“Y/N, I can’t. I don’t need to get you in trouble. You’re already enough trouble as it is” He commented. I wasn’t going to take no for an answer. I did my best puppy dog eyes for him. “Please professor it won’t take long I promise” I begged him. Professor Shelby ran his hand through his jet black hair and sighed. “Alright come on then” He replied, making me smile even more. I walked back quickly to my dorm room and felt very grateful that my roommate wouldn’t be home until tomorrow night.

As soon as I opened the door and let him in, I made sure to lock it behind us so no one would know. I walked to our small kitchen area to fetch some tea.

“Would you like some tea professor?” I asked politely. He shook his head.

“That’s not what I want” He commented and walked up to me. As he got closer, my body stopped itself against the granite countertop. It was as if we were centimeters apart.

“Professor I-“

“Let me take your mind off of things for a while, eh?” He smirked and brushed his hand against my face. I nodded my head and blushed incredibly hard.

“Professor Shelby I thought you said you couldn’t-“

“Couldn’t what? Make you feel good? I never said anything about that princess” He flirted.

My heart leapt out of my chest, probably for good this time. I felt like I couldn’t breathe. I went against what my brain told me and leaned in to kiss him. It felt like bliss, his lips were soft and his cologne had a clean but smoky fragrance to it. It was intoxicating being around him. He reciprocated the kiss, this time catching a small bit of my lip with his teeth and softly tugging it. No one has ever pulled a kiss like that off so well, only in the movies. We broke apart for a few seconds to look at each other once more before I wrapped my hands against his neck and crashed my lips upon his again. This time as we both kissed, he slowly entered his tongue into the mix. As he did so I was alerted by both of his hands sliding down and reaching my ass. He lifted me up quickly and placed me on top of the counter. He deepened the kiss and started feeling up on my ass, pulling me even closer to him. I wrapped my legs around his waist and kissed him deeply. I moaned out through each kiss and Professor Shelby moved into a new routine. He kissed from my lips down my neck and started to suck on really sensitive areas of my neck. I started moaning out each time I felt him suck and lick my neck. He playfully bit and sucked multiple spots then worked his way back up to kiss me on the lips once more. When we came up for air he looked at me different.

“What?” I asked him.

“I’ve never heard such beautiful sounds from you…and I’ve never seen you so flustered” He grinned.

I blushed even harder from his remark. “I may or may not have a thing for you Professor Shelby”.

“Oh trust me Y/N…I know” He assured.

[lemongrablothbrok]

Led Zeppelin - Whole Lotta Love - Earl's Court 05-24-1975 Part 17

Okay, listen up people, Zep-heads, Jimbert shippers especially, because this video is un-fucking-believable in so many ways, and all of them good ways and I have a lot to say about it, mmkay? To start out, we have the boys coming out to do an encore, and Robert just...reclines on the platform thingy like the decadent demigod he is and eats whatever he's eating while Bonzo, the most laddish member of the group, in a fluffy robe, no less, declares that he finds football to be "a load of bollocks". Robert, almost certainly the most effeminate member of the group (I guess one might be able to argue that Jimmy - with his delicate features and willowy physique and soft speaking voice - might be a little more effeminate, but that's neither here nor there, the point still stands, and that point is that Robert is a pretty pretty princess), stands right up to defend the sport that he's so passionate about (side note: anyone know why he says "soccer" and not "football"? Because I can't think of another British person who calls it that. The first few times I heard him use it, it was during interviews with American interviewers and/or for American TV shows or publications, so I thought it was just for clarity so they know he's not talking about American football, but this is a concert in Britain with, I'm assuming, a mostly British audience. Anyone know why he calls it that?).

The song kicks off with Robert and Jimmy doing, as I referred to a few days ago on a post featuring a gif from this performance, "backwards humping", or, "the bisexual secret handshake". They are so shameless in their weird ass public courtship display that you might just miss seeing Jonesy's beautiful smile in the background (and if you do, take that video back a few seconds and freaking look at that gorgeous smile. You'll thank me later).

When we get to the first chorus, Robert freaking throws one arm around Jimmy's shoulder, pulling him close to share the microphone, and I shit you not, Jimmy's foot pops. And if that weren't enough, Robert pulls away for a second just to look at Jimmy's face and smile, only to pull him in closer again. Get a room, you dorks. Then when the second chorus comes around, they have the stupidest lovesick smiles on their faces, which are so close together they can probably taste each other's breath. Then Jimmy sort of pushes off with this shoulder nudge and one of them (Jimmy, I think? I sounds like Robert, but Robert's already in the middle of a drawn out vocal, so I think it's Jimmy) gives this soft little grunt/sigh/suspiciously sexual sounding noise. They spend a moment doing a short rendition of (I think?) James Brown's "sex machine" (worth noting/remembering here that Led Zeppelin have their own tribute to James Brown in "The Crunge", a song that gives off all the bisexual energy that's considered safe for human consumption), and then...then...

...we get to the theremin segment. The motherfucking theremin segment. The climax, if you will, of this entire performance. The part where Jimmy and Robert have hardcore sex right there on stage, right there in front of their audience, at least half of whom is probably male, and the vast majority of whom at least claim to be heterosexual, since this is the 1970s and there's very real consequences in store if you're a dude who goes around telling people out loud that one of the main reasons you go to Led Zeppelin concerts is to see and hear obscenely beautiful men fuck each other's brains out. Or even admit that you're aware that's just what's going on on that stage. Yes, this is the part where Jimmy does incredible things with his hands and long slender little fingers that make Robert moan and scream like a particularly horny banshee. Look, there's no getting around it. Even before I shipped it, I had to acknowledge (if in kind of a jokey-jokey way) that, wow, Jimmy is really dedicated to seeing how much and how hard he can make Robert cum. And Robert, in turn, is doing everything he can to let Jimmy know just how much and how hard he's cumming. Which is very much, and very hard. Some things to note are the way Robert not only mimics the sounds that the theremin is making, but also some of Jimmy's gestures, like when Jimmy puts both hands up in the air and then we see Robert doing the same. Meanwhile, the rhythm section are doing their thing, John Paul Jones' bassline providing the sort of bow-chicka-wow-wow type soundtrack to this auditory gay porn. Also, around 5:45, you can hear the bass do something that sounds an awful lot like "Achilles' Last Stand", which at this point hasn't been written yet, but that particular riff has been and will be used in concerts for quite a while before ending up in said homoerotic epic.

What really, really gets me about this performance, though, is what happens at around the six minute point, when Jimmy goes to grab his guitar back from offstage and Robert just has this look on his face. He's saying "ooh, ooh," slowly sauntering in Jimmy's direction, looking straight at him, his eyes filled with what can only be described as pure lust. This part isn't for the audience. Most of the audience can't see Robert's face with the direction he's facing, and those that can are too far away to be able to see it. He's not faking this. He's not pretending to be horny or desperate to be provocative, not in the look he's giving Jimmy, anyway. I'm not sure if the look in his eyes here is one that can be faked. Oh no. He feels it.

And then Robert gets back to singing, "Feel a little lonely, in the middle of the night. I need you darlin', to make things alright." And who is he looking directly at as he sings this? Just take a wild guess.

tl;dr: Robert and Jimmy are about as subtle as a rainbow fireworks display spelling out "WE'RE BISEXUAL DISASTERS IN LOVE"

[neowinestainedress]

SWEET LIES

TITLE: SWEET LIES | part of the INFERNO event

PAIRING: ghost!jeno x fem!human!oc/reader

GENRE: smut, light angst, monsterfucking, soulmates

SUMMARY: you find out what’s the weird sensation that’s been torturing you for years, but just when you think things start to make sense, he confuses you even more. Are you really who he thinks you are?

WARNINGS: obsession, stalking, voyeurism, nipple play, fingering, temperature play, dirty talk, rough sex, hair pulling, light degradation, mentions of sex toys, mentions of oral sex (m), mentions of anal sex (f), suspended sex, multiple orgasms

WORD COUNT: 7.250k

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Traditions are not something you can break. They are called traditions for a reason. 

And even if going back to that house with her family was the last thing she wanted to do, there was nothing she could say. Her mom insisted she would go with them. It was just a week to spend together in that town in the countryside in their lovely house. 

Lovely, now, it looked anything but lovely. Or maybe it was, from the outside, two floors, light green-coloured walls with bricks around the windows, white curtains that covered the glasses, and a perfectly cured lawn around it. 

But as soon as she stepped inside she could feel there was something wrong with it. Nothing looked bad, or out of place, there was just a weird energy. 

She hated that place. As much as her mom always told her she was just paranoid, or tired and she needed to sleep, she still could feel that weird agonizing sensation assault her every time she stepped inside. 

It had been going on for years, the first time they got here she was only eighteen, but even now that she was twenty-three, nothing changed. But since she had skipped last year’s trip, she couldn’t miss this one too. 

“Oh, please, you’re just tired from the long trip. Go to sleep, we’ll take care of the few bags we have,” her mom had told her when she complained about feeling strange two seconds after entering the place. And she listened, honestly tired from the day, but she didn’t agree. Anyway, she tried to shrug it off and made her way into what was going to be her room for the week. 

However, the sensation didn’t stop. It was strong and persistent. After they went out and came back for dinner. Every time she walked in a corridor and could feel a breeze blow on her skin. When she passed in front of a mirror. Or simply even now that she was sitting on the couch and trying to distract herself by looking at the phone. 

Something, or somebody, was watching her, but there was nobody at home. 

She huffed and walked to the window, maybe there was somebody outside. Some crazy obsessed man that had nothing exciting to do in that small town and had to find a new obsession. But there was nobody. 

Not a single soul walking on the sidewalks, nobody entering their lawn by mistake, just a weird, cold, and intense sensation not letting her breathe. 

She huffed loudly while turning around in the mansard, desperately trying to find what her mother had asked for, but more than an abandoned room, it looked like a maze with tricks to solve to find anything. There were so many things there and most of them didn’t even belong to her family.

Weird. 

But then one thing caught her eyes, a golden frame sitting in a corner, half covered with a white — now grey thanks to the dust — sheet. She pulled the fabric and it revealed a painting, portraying a man that wouldn’t have been older than 20. 

“Finally.” She jumped in surprise, looking around as fear assaulted her, thinking for a moment she had imagined that word. 

“Who are you?” She asked, ass on the floor and hand on the chest to calm her beating. 

“You abandoned me,” a voice whispered, it sounded sad, distant, and weird. 

“I… I did what? Who are you?” She asked looking around, still not seeing anything. 

“I’ve been waiting for you all week last year, walking past every room to look for you in the hope to find you,” the voice got closer, and a… man? A very pale man was standing right before her… Who was he? And why was he dressed like this? Clothes looking like they belonged to a completely different era. 

“You left me all alone.” 

“I don’t know you,” she replied, now terrified. He was crazy. 

“I know. I usually don’t show myself. But I was afraid you were going to slip away again.” 

“I have no idea what you’re talking about.” Her agitated tone was muffled by a fake, forced chuckle but the panic in her eyes was there and visible.

“I know. But I know you.” 

“Are you a stalker? How did you get in?” 

“I live here.” 

She laughed, shaking her head. “No, you don’t. This is my family house.” 

“I’m trapped here.” 

Her eyes widened and she started laughing lowly, “I mean, if you, if you don’t have a place to go we can help you, we can, I don’t know, I’m sure there’s a hotel…” 

“I can’t leave. I’m damnded for eternity to be here.” 

Her eyes lift up swiftly. Her head spinning. 

“And you are the only light I get to see once a year,” he whispered, leaning close to her. “And last year, you didn’t come. You didn’t think of me. You left me here, all alone.” 

“I don’t know you,” she replied, feeling tears at the corner of her eyes, trying to crawl back but was stuck there on the spot. 

“Why didn’t you come?” 

“I… I was busy,” she surely couldn’t tell him that probably, he was the reason she didn’t go there last year. 

He kneeled, and two of his fingers gracefully lifted her chin up. Cold. He was freezing. There was no way a single drop of blood was still running in his vein. And when she remembered the picture she glanced at before he could scare her and the target “1849 — 1869 Lee Jeno” and then looked at him she could see the resemblance. No… it couldn’t be. 

“I missed you,” his voice came out almost like a broken beg. “Don’t ever leave me alone again.” 

She started shaking under his touch. What the hell was going on? Why was he obsessed with her? 

“I… I,” she stammered and then tried to think smart. She couldn’t let him know she was terrified and at the same time, she couldn’t look too gentle. She needed to find a way out. 

Maybe getting to know him a little? No, too friendly. Maybe tell him she was busy? No, he was going to be offended again. 

“Well, I’m back,” she replied, trying to force a genuine smile on her face, ignoring the tears that rolled down her face before. 

“You’re even more beautiful than before,” he whispered, cold hand caressing the skin of her warm, wet cheek. And as strange as it was supposed to feel, it actually felt nice. His touch was delicate, soft like a feather, and gentle. But she couldn’t give in. 

“Thank you,” she mumbled. Should she add he was beautiful? Because he was. But wasn’t that too much? Wasn’t that a risky path to take? Yes, it was. And she needed to get out of there, away from him, at least for a while. It was just three more days. 

She glanced up at the clock and said, “Oh, it’s late. I have things to do, I can’t stay here.” 

“You’re leaving me again?” He asked, quirking a brow. 

“I have to go.” 

“Why can’t you stay here with me? We can do things together now that I don’t have to just watch you.” 

She froze in her step and turned around. Suddenly realizing everything he had said to her. He had been watching her. Every single thing she did. He was the weird sensation she felt in her bones. He was the eyes boring holes into her skin. He was the light breeze that moved her hair. And that happened everywhere and every time. 

“H—how much have you been watching me?” She asked, voice shaking, fear jumping in her lungs again. 

“A lot,” he admitted, walking, almost flying for how gracefully he moved around, to her. “I just couldn’t keep my eyes off of you.” 

“Always? Everything?” 

“I feel like you want to know something specific. Have you done something that people weren’t supposed to know?” 

She gulped. Well, she did. Not only she obviously got changed and showered, but it had happened that like once or twice — more than that, it was boring there — she had masturbated. 

“I didn’t watch,” he replied to her secret doubts. “I simply listened to you. You sound amazing.” 

“Why… why would you do that?” 

“I didn’t look.” 

“But you listened… that’s cre—” She stopped and walked backward to the door. “Don’t do that, okay? If it’ll happen again.” But surely she wasn’t going to let it happen again. She could go only three days without an orgasm. 

“I could be the reason for those moans.” 

Her eyes widened. Fucking with a ghost? He was insane. Now more than before she knew she needed to get out of there. 

“I don’t… I need to go. I have things to do. It was lovely to meet you, though,” she replied and rushed downstairs. There was her mom in the living room, he couldn’t show up also to her, she had to be safe there.

“I’m going out,” she warned, making her mom turn around. “A date with my friends, see you later.” And without waiting for an answer, she ran out of the door. 

These three days had to pass by swiftly, there was no way she could survive there with an obsessed ghost that probably wanted her death to keep her with him forever. 

When she came back home it was late at night, past midnight and she only hoped he wasn’t going to pay her any attention. 

“Are you scared of me?” He asked, sitting in the armchair of her room, legs crossed on top of each other and hands intertwined together. 

She gulped. She thought she was alone all this time. 

“I… you promised you weren’t going to watch me again.” 

“Are you trying to run away from me again?” He completely ignored her question, but he didn’t seem mad, just sad, heartbroken. But something about it made it even scarier. 

She chuckled, shaking her head. “I don’t understand I just spent a night out with friends, I always do that when I come here. I see them once a year.” 

“You always go out with them on Friday. They come pick you up, enter, greet your mom, and then you leave. And punctual as a clock, at eleven you’re here.” 

She was speechless… He truly was obsessed. 

“You like to follow the rules, you like to have things in place, you never go out of your schemes.” 

“You don’t know me.” 

“I’ve been watching you and I’ve spent the rest of the years playing back in my mind everything you did, the memories of you the only things that keep me going. I have eternity in front of me, nothing will free me from this curse and you have no idea how painful it is to know that I’m damned here,” he said, voice calm, walking toward her so lightly that it looked like he was flying, and soon she was trapped between the wall and him. “But you,” he whispered, freezing pale fingers caressing her cheek, “you are the best thing that ever happened to me.” 

Her eyes quickly moved everywhere, his face, the room, the floor, she felt her blood pressure rise and her heart skip beats. She knew she shouldn’t have done that, she should’ve stayed at home trusting her guts for once, her mom wasn’t going to leave her out of the testament and her family just because she didn’t go on a stupid trip together. 

“I would never hurt you,” he said, leaning close to her, lips almost touching each other, but she was quicker at turning around and avoiding it. Lips touching her cheek instead. 

“I told you I’d never hurt you,” he repeated, voice stern unlike before, hand firmly wrapped around her wrist now. 

“I – I know, I trust you,” she lied. “But I don’t get what you want from me…” 

“The happiness that was taken away from me.” 

“I can’t give you that, I’m sorry, I…” 

His eyes ran up and down her figure and she felt a cold shiver pass through her bones. “You’re just like everybody else,” he spat out, disgusted by her, turning around on his heels, and disappearing from her sight. 

She broke down crying, arms wrapping around her shaking body. 

These were going to be three long days. 

Living in a fantasy can be a dangerous thing and Jeno knew it. He was damned for eternity to live the same days over and over. The only way to survive without going crazy was to live in a fantasy. And she was his fantasy. 

He knew from the first moment he had seen her that it was her. But he had no idea how to get to her. He couldn’t show up, he couldn’t let her know who he truly was. 

So he started to create his own world where they could finally be together with none coming between them, no family, no friends, no destiny, nothing but them. 

Jeno loved her. More than anything and anyone else. She was always on his mind. Running inside it like a hamster on a wheel that knows nothing but that reality. Trapped. Just like him. Trapped. Just like he wished she was. Stuck in his world, the only thing she knew, him. Him being the only one on her mind. But that wasn’t. That would’ve never been. 

Jeno hated her. How could she betray him like that? After everything he had done for her? After all the minutes spent watching her, observing her, getting to know her, making sure nothing bad was going to happen to her. 

She was afraid. She was disgusted by him. 

Jeno loved her. He loved her in a way he never loved someone before. If he still had a beating heart in his chest he knew it would’ve beaten so loud just for her. 

And she didn’t feel the same. 

No, worst. 

She was avoiding him. Barely staying at home, he wondered what she was doing around that boring town with her just as boring friends.

The only time he could sit and stare at her and count the beats of her heart, was when she was asleep. Her eyelids covering her pretty eyes, her lips slightly parted, pouting out just enough to make him crave them even more. For how many days and nights he had dreamed of kissing them, of feeling them, to have his doubts cleared. And right when he was so close to doing that, she turned away from him. 

Just like right now. 

Jeno could feel how tense she was. How much she tried to fight her body and don’t fall asleep. Terrified something would happen to her while she was unconscious. But Jeno would’ve never hurt her. He would just stare. Floating over her and admiring every single detail of her face. That was how he had spent his nights all those years there since she came around. That was the only thing he could do, too scared of making her run away. 

But he hoped she was different. He hoped she would understand. He truly believed she wasn’t like everybody else, rejecting him, pushing him to the sidelines, forgetting him as if he meant nothing. 

He knew she was different. That was just a stupid reaction because she didn’t know the real him. 

Jeno wasn’t going to let her go. She belonged to him.

Those three days did pass quickly, but everything that happened later seemed to be a curse. 

“What do you mean the car doesn’t start?” She had asked her father when, coming downstairs with her baggage ready, she heard him discuss something with her mother. 

“Yeah, it’s just a small thing,” he said, smiling at her. “I called one of my friends to come help me, he should be here in a few minutes.” 

She hummed, hugging herself tighter around her sweater, “So, we’re leaving tonight anyway, right?” 

“Oh, Lord, why are you in such a rush?” Her mother chimed, smirking. “A boyfriend you didn’t tell us about to go home to?” 

She sighed, shaking her head. “No, mom. I’ll go back to my room,” she cut short. She couldn’t give them the real reason behind her panic. As much as Jeno didn’t show up again she could feel him and not knowing what he wanted didn’t let her sleep at night in peace. 

“You know what?” She changed her mind, turning around to reach for the coat hanger next to the door under the concerned gaze of her parents. “I’ll go out, just a breath of fresh air and maybe catch up with some friends before leaving.” 

“Yeah, be back for dinner,” her mother said. “We’ll leave after that.”

But as a joke of destiny, they didn’t leave, they couldn’t. A storm was announced and her family didn’t feel like driving in those conditions, so she had dinner with a lump in her throat and then stomped upstairs, wishing her parents a goodnight knowing she was going to have another terrible one. 

“Are you doing it on purpose?” She asked, talking to herself, hoping he was going to show up. Thinking he was already there, waiting for this moment. But he didn’t respond. 

She sighed, sitting on her bed, rubbing her hands on her face, and looking around. “Jeno,” she called, a bit of fear as she let out his name. 

When he appeared she slightly jumped. “Why can’t you knock? You are physical…”

“You think there are some flesh or bones here?”

“You don’t look like a ghost from the movies…” she said, getting lost in him. If only this wasn’t his cruel fate and his nature, he would’ve stolen so many hearts. He was beautiful. 

He chuckled for the first time ever and she smiled too, mimicking him without even realizing it. “No, I’m a bit more real than them but I’m still not what you think I am. It’s called corporealization. Anyway, I don’t like to talk about me… why did you call me?”

“I…” she stopped, now regretting it. He seemed genuine, like he couldn’t hurt her, as if he cared. “I was wondering if all of those things that are happening are caused by you.”

“You think that if I was that powerful I would be stuck here?”

She didn’t expect that answer and stared at him with an open mouth. 

“I could trap you here. I could haunt you, make you mine, but I won't. Not like I could. Not like a monster.”

“Then why didn’t you appear here anymore? You had me for so much longer…”

“I prefer your indifference to your hate.”

“I don’t hate you.”

“You don’t remember.”

“I don’t remember?”

“You don’t remember me,” he said, voice coming out low, emotionless. She couldn’t tell if he was mad, or sad. She couldn’t even tell it from his eyes since he wasn’t looking at her but at the tiled floor. “You forgot about me.” 

When his gaze followed her she wanted it to go back on the floor. He wasn’t crying, he couldn’t cry, but the pain, the anger, the madness were all there, hidden — or not so much — behind his big brown eyes. 

“I don’t know what you’re talking about,” she confessed, voice trembling, body shaking against the bed, stuck in that room with him, unable to escape. 

“I know,” he replied, still standing there immobile, his piercing eyes boring holes into hers. “You promised, you promised when I was covered in blood in your arms and yet, you forgot.” 

She chuckled awkwardly, feeling her throat get dry. “I — I think you have mistaken me for somebody else.” 

“No, it’s you. It has always been you.”

She gulped when he dropped an old photo, it was faded, and pictured two young people. They seemed close, cheeks resting together and bright smiles on their faces. One was him and the other was… a girl. A girl that weirdly resembled her. 

“Do you remember the fire? And the blood? My screams and then your cries?”

She met his eyes and shook her head. 

“Can I sit?” He asked pointing to the space next to her. 

She nodded, shifting to leave him more space. 

“Back when we were happy. Our days in the meadow, picking up flowers and sewing flower crowns. Our kisses under the weeping willow. The wooden swings with the wind caressing our skins? Do you at least remember that, when destiny didn’t step in and drifted us away, forever?”

She closed her eyes and let herself travel to a world she wasn’t sure she knew existed. And for a moment it felt like there were some kinds of memories unlocked in the deepest part of herself. A version of herself she didn't know. 

“Do you remember our song? Can you remember our voices singing it together?”

When he started singing his voice sounded like a haunted melody, and the song felt familiar, but she didn’t feel like herself. 

“I know this song,” she whispered, trying to remember where she heard it. “In my sleep... I heard this in my sleep every time I came here… it’s because you sang it. You sang it to me.” 

“I hoped you would remember.” 

“But how can I remember something I didn’t live?” She asked, and Jeno raised a hand to touch her but she pulled away, standing up. 

“Please,” he cried, “please don’t be afraid of me.” 

She stopped in her tracks, hands shaking at her side.  

“How can I not? I’m not who you think I am.” 

“Then can we pretend?” He asked. “Just for one night.”

She looked at him, eyes drifting from him to the room, not able to hold his stare, his broken, in love, stare. 

“Then I promise, I’ll leave you alone. I’ll spend eternity hidden in the attic, I will never bother you again, but just for tonight. I want to feel something again.” 

“This is…”

“I just want to feel alive one last time.”

Her heart broke into million pieces at his words. She had read his story, lurking in the library of the town she found a section of old newspapers and the way he died was tragic. And being the only one trapped here, in this cruel world, must’ve sucked. But he was still a ghost, a damnded soul left to wander there for eternity and she didn’t know if she could trust him. 

“But… what do you want from me?” 

“I want you,” he confessed. “Can I… can I come close?” 

She nodded, biting her lips as she stared at him float toward her. 

“Are you afraid of me?” 

“I…” the words died in her mouth. “I don’t… I don’t see how this could work. And yeah, a bit…” 

“I would never hurt you. You’re the last thing I have left in this world.” 

When he reached her, cold enveloped her, and goosebumps formed on her skin. She didn’t talk, she didn’t know what to say, she could only trust him and hope that his intentions were real. But she wasn’t afraid of that, she was more taken aback by the sadness he brought along, this kind of excruciating pain that seemed to seep deep into his bones, running in his blood if only he had some of it left.

“Can I kiss you?” He asked, staring at her lips. 

“Yes.”

Jeno couldn’t contain the big smile that curled his lips, and his hands moved immediately to cup her face before erasing the distance between them. 

And when his lips met hers, she wondered how much he longed for that moment, how much he must’ve dreamt of that to happen. Because if at first it was odd and cold, then it got warmer, almost as if there was something coming from deeper. 

“Dreamed of this for so long,” Jeno whispered against her lips. “Every night when you fell asleep, and you looked so peaceful.” The way he caressed her face was comfortable and washed away all the fear that came from the reminder that he stalked her. “I’m so grateful you got to live this life, I’m so grateful nobody can hurt you. I want you to be happy, always.” Until we’ll meet again. He wanted to whisper, but he knew they weren’t going to meet again. That her afterlife wasn’t the same as his, that he was cursed there and she was going to fly high when on a faraway day she would’ve been called upon. 

“Let me show you,” he whispered, kissing her neck. “Let me show you how much I love you.” 

She could only mumble ‘yes,’ and let him fly her to the bed, mattress dipping under their weight. 

Jeno wasn’t proud of that, he knew watching without consent was wrong, but her muffled moans and whimpers dragged him to her, so he knew exactly what she liked. He knew what made her feel good and what turned her off. He knew her. Deeply. 

So after she was naked under him, his hands moved immediately like she wanted to, making her tremble under him. Light like a feather and cold like ice, making goosebumps rise on her skin while he moved them on her chest, playing with her nipples like she was used to do.

He knew she loved teasing. He guessed it edged the pleasure and kept her on her toes. Or maybe it was a vague illusion of those fingers belonging to somebody else that wanted to tease her and make her work to get to a bigger feeling. 

Either way, Jeno loved how her fingers brushed on herself, taking their sweet time, grazing every inch of her skin. 

“You’re so breathtaking,” he whispered, moving his eyes from her bare breast to her face; slightly thrown back and with a sweet frown on her forehead. “And you are as soft as I always imagined you to be.” 

His words should’ve shaken her to the core more, making her feel ashamed that he had been watching her every single time she let her hands wander south and take care of herself. Even mad since he lied the first time they met, swearing he would only listen. It was wrong and dirty, but something about it got to her brain and made her think it wasn’t that bad. 

“And you smell so good,” he mumbled, face buried in the crook of her neck, inhaling her scent. “Is it the bath foam you use? Your favourite, isn’t it?” 

“Vanilla,” they whispered at the same time and their breaths got stuck for a moment as they stared at each other in shock. 

Jeno was the first one to look away, feeling that he couldn’t let himself be dragged down an emotional path. So his fingers moved down, caressing her belly, and then meeting the soft layer of hair before starting to move on her clit. Exactly how she did; collecting the cum that drooled out of her, smearing it on her sensitive bud and then starting to slowly tease herself, moving in circles. 

And here it was, her legs bending, and spreading like a butterfly, her lips parted, and her nails sinking into the mattress. 

That picture he had framed in the back of his head was now right there in front of him and he was the cause of that pleasure. Not those men she surely fantasized about while she took care of herself. 

It was him. 

She shut her mouth with a hand when his fingers slipped in, remembering for a second that they weren’t alone, and as big as the house was, her parents were still downstairs and the door wasn’t locked. 

“I want to hear you,” he said, moving her hand away. 

“But my parents —”

“They’re sleeping on the couch, TV running loud enough to muffle us but don’t wake them up.” 

“Did you —” 

“Shh,” he shushed her with a kiss, his cold, covered body, pressing against hers, shivers running down her back. “Don’t think. Not tonight, not here with me. Please.”

She nodded, eyes wide as the emotions felt enhanced. And then tried to calm her breath, if only it was possible. 

“Jeno, fuck,” the moan came out of her lips broken as he kept moving his two fingers into her. It truly felt like he knew her by heart, and she should’ve found it creepy, but right there, she couldn’t. She liked to think it was love and dedication and that all the times he stared at her doing something so intimate were to learn how to get here, right there, in the highest of pleasure, touching her like nobody else ever did before. 

A smirk curled his lips as he stared in awe at how her pussy was clenching around his cold fingers, it had been years since he felt something like this, he honestly couldn’t remember how it was when he was human. But it was with her, so he was sure he was going to feel the same emotions. 

“Are you close?” He asked even though he already knew the answer, he could point out the shift in her moans when she was closer to the climax, and the cute way her hips would bounce against the bed to run after the high. 

She hummed, eyes opening to look at his before she came all over his fingers, trembling and trying to close her legs to stop him from curling inside.  

“You taste so good,” he hummed with his fingers still inside his mouth, sucking harshly after he pulled out of her. 

“Do you want more?” Her voice was shy, words barely audible as she tried to calm down from the pleasure. 

Jeno stopped unbuttoning his shirt and stared at her. “Do you?” 

She hesitated. It was embarrassing to say that, yes, she did want more. She felt addicted to him. “I — I do, I want you.” 

The smile that crept on his face was all she needed to let the fears slip into the back of her mind and stare while he took off his clothes, showing her his body. 

“Were you like this before?” She asked, tracing his arms, modestly toned, when his body caged hers underneath him. 

He gulped and only stared into her eyes as he tried to find an answer. “Maybe.” That was the only answer he could give her because he couldn’t remember anything about himself, his body was just an automatic reaction that his new nature knew had to transform into when he needed to at least appear human, but he had no memories over it. Blame time or blame himself because he only wanted to forget. 

“Does it get lonely?” 

“Please, don’t,” he replied, cold hand caressing her cheek, feeling his heart break at how warm she was. He didn’t know what that warmth felt like. The fires he lit up in the fireplace to pretend and fool himself of some intimate cosiness weren’t enough to be compared to this. 

She nodded, and even if he didn’t answer explicitly, the way he was looking at her was an answer. Yes, it did get lonely. 

What came after that left Jeno speechless for a second. “Can I kiss you?” She asked with a low and shaky voice, sounding so sweet and taken aback as if his fingers weren’t inside of her a few minutes ago. 

But romance is worst than sex. 

A kiss is scarier than a ruthless fuck that leaves no scars behind. 

But Jeno loved pain. And he loved to live in his fantasies. 

“Yes.” 

Her head raised from the pillow and soon after her lips were on hers, this time they weren’t shaking like before, and her hands weren’t still at her side, letting him have control over everything. Her fingers tangled in his hair and pulled enough to make him moan in the kiss. 

It felt real and sweet and needy. It felt like something else inside of them was calling. 

“Please, take me,” she whispered, hips rolling against his hard cock. “I promise it’ll feel good.” 

“I know it will feel good,” he replied with a bitter chuckle because he wasn’t so sure the physical pleasure could drown the pain. “I know it,” he repeated, forehead falling on top of hers as he slipped inside, thick girth stretching her wet walls, their moans rolling out together as they both tried to adjust to the new sensation. 

It felt different. 

Burning hot for him. 

Freezing cold for her. 

But as he started to drag his hips back and forth, and they merged together, they found a balance. 

“Je—Jeno,” she whimpered, dragging her nails across his back and biting her lips. 

“It feels good, doesn’t it?” He asked, fearing a negative answer. 

“So good, it feels so, so good,” she replied with a small smile on her face as her legs wrapped around his waist, and that made him lose his mind. 

“Fuck,” she groaned when his hips started slamming harder against her, pressing her against the mattress. 

“Is — is it too much?” 

She shook her head, squeezing her eyes as the second orgasm approached already. 

“Good, ‘cause I can’t help it — fuck,” he moaned, kissing her roughly, grabbing her wrists and pinning them over her head. “You feel too good, too fucking good.” 

“Oh, shit,” she moaned when his fingers grazed her nipples again, so cold against her burning skin that it got the two sensitive buds even harder and made her skin raise with goosebumps. 

“Is it weird?” 

“No, I like it,” she reassured him, chest moving up to feel him more, finding addiction to the contrast between them. “More.” 

Jeno found it odd, he couldn’t get how she enjoyed that so much but he surely wasn’t going to make her repeat herself, so letting go of her wrists, his other hand moved between their bodies; freezing fingers playing with her clit, making her jolt in surprise and pleasure. 

“Fuck,” she whimpered. “Good.” 

Jeno leaned in to kiss her again, to warm himself in her, to feel the heartbeat that wasn’t pumping in his ribcage anymore. 

“I’m close,” she moaned when he pulled back, moving her hand to touch his back. 

“Come, babe. Say my name,” he begged. “Scream who’s making you feel good.” 

“You, Jeno, fuck,” she moaned, head rolling back as the shocks of the orgasm made it harder to breathe. 

“I’m not done with you,” Jeno groaned, pulling out and flipping her over, ass arched up and face pressed against the mattress before he slumped hard into her swollen hole again, thrusts hard and swift. “Dreamed of this for so long. Wanted to be your favourite toy so badly,” Jeno grunted against her neck, teeth sinking into the skin, leaving a mark behind. “Would’ve fucked you harder and better, fuck, just how you like.” 

No words came out of her mouth, oversensitivity getting to her head and so did his words. The image of him being always there as she masturbated, watching so attentively that he knew exactly what she liked, almost brought her over the edge again. 

“But this…” he huffed, throwing his head back, hands gripping around her waist harder. “This is so much better. You’re so fucking wet and tight, clenching around my cock and dripping all over the sheets. You dreamt of this, didn’t you?” 

She shook her head to deny but Jeno grabbed a fistful of her hair and pulled her up. “No? Pretending to be terrified of me but you wished I would come back to you. You hated not having my attention for a few days.” 

“I — I —” 

“Shh, I don’t need your sweet lies, I know you did,” he groaned, a hand slipping in front of her neck to hold her up. “When you sneaked in the bathtub at midnight and played with yourself. Not only dumb enough to think I wouldn’t see you but dumb enough to think of me.” 

Her mouth fell open as she realized he could hear her calling him even if she didn’t let out a word, shame creeping over when she remembered what she fantasised about. 

“You wanted me to fuck you hard, didn’t you?” 

She nodded, head falling back against his shoulders as his hips kept slamming hard against her. 

“Wanted me to ruin you. Wondered what my powers could do to you.” 

“Want me to possess you? You love that it’s scary and — fuck — that you’re helpless.” 

She shook her head, lying because that was exactly what ran in her brain that day, moaning louder. “Want — want you to keep fucking me, Jeno.” 

“How?” He grunted, stopping moving inside of her and waiting for her to confess. 

She stuttered, trying to look at him to beg him to don’t let her say it, but Jeno had no intention of back away. 

“While… against a wall.” 

Jeno smirked, kissing her jaw and then her neck, air fanning against her hot skin as he spoke, “and?” 

“While you’re flying,” she confessed, chest panting hard and walls still pulsing around his cock. 

“That’s my good girl, my naughty good girl,” he whispered before pulling out, the feeling of emptiness didn’t last much, after a few seconds she was up in the air, shivering, breath stuck in her throat for a second when she realized how far from the bed they were. 

“I won’t make you fall,” he said, sinking into her again, dick filling her so well while her legs immediately wrapped around his waist for safety, pushing him deeper. “I would never hurt you.” 

“I know,” she replied, kissing him. 

For some reason Jeno seemed to be faster like this and the whole not having her feet on the ground was making her head spin so much she could barely register another orgasm ripple through her. Nails digging into the skin of his back. 

“Fuck, look at you,” Jeno groaned, cupping her chin, thumb caressing her cheek, “so drunk on my cock, aren’t you? All hot and flustered, pretty glossy eyes, pretty lips parted,” he kissed her roughly, pressing her back harder against the wall behind her, the texture rubbing against her skin, creating a light discomfort. “Should’ve made you suck my cock, bet your mouth would feel so good.” 

“Would take it all, wouldn’t you?” He asked and she nodded enthusiastically, hoarse moans coming out as an answer. “Just like you do with your toy, let it hit the back of your throat, so you gag on it.” 

“Yes,” she mumbled, drool dripping from the corner of her mouth as he kept applying pressure on her chin. 

He nodded, a sting hitting his heart again at the thought he wasn’t going to have a taste of it, he wasn’t going to have a taste of her again. 

“You’re my pretty, pretty girl,” he whispered against her neck, cold fingers letting go of her face and grazing her nipples again, making her shiver in his hold as she limply let him use her to reach his high.

“Is this what you wanted?” He mocked, biting her lower lip and pulling. “It was so hard to don’t come and take you right there the other day and give you exactly what you wanted,” he groaned. “I know it would’ve scared you and you would’ve hated me more.”

She shook her head, “I don’t hate you.”

“Did my cock make you change your mind?”

“N-no, it’s you, fuck,” she replied, hips pushing against his messily. 

“You love the thrill,” he commented. “Such a nasty girl, your thoughts were worst than this. You wanted me to do the worst things to you. And you still lied to me and — fuck — pretended you couldn’t see yourself with a ghost.”

“Are — are you mad?” She asked, fearing for a second to have angered him. 

But Jeno denied, cupping her chin again, lips pouting out. “I’m mad I don’t get to do them to you.” 

“Do — do them,” she whimpered, “I’m here.”

Jeno didn’t reply, he couldn’t do all that even if he wanted to, she was too tired for other rounds and crazier things and so was him, more mentally than physically. But he still tried to fulfil some fantasy, moving their bodies higher as he kept moving in and out of her wet cunt with a fast rhythm, and his fingers played with her clit before reaching around to graze her rim, but without doing anything.

“Wanted me to fuck your ass,” he whispered. “How nasty, baby.”

She grunted, blinking heavily to focus on him, but no more words formed in her brain. 

“Wanted to see how strong I am and for how long I could fuck you. I could go all night buried in this sweet little pussy of yours, but you? Can you?”

She shook her head, biting her lips, she could barely don’t pass out after this orgasm. “Jeno,” she breathed out, half–lidded eyes looking into his. 

“What, babe, are you gonna come again?” He asked to prove his point, a smirk on his face as he stared at her wrecked face. 

She nodded, unable to give him a proper answer. 

“Tell me you love me,” Jeno cried out, holding her body closer to his. “Please, even if it’s a lie, even if it’s fake, please.” 

“I love you,” she screamed, squeezing her eyes to suppress the tears from falling down. Why did she feel so connected with his pain? Why did it feel like she was going through the same thing? “I love you, Jeno. I — I always did.” 

And Jeno believed it, after all, her soul was the same and he knew they were soulmates, nothing, not even death, could’ve changed that. 

“I love you, I love you, I love you,” she repeated, legs tightening around him, and fingers creeping in his hair to pull him close and kiss him. 

“Fuck,” he groaned as he came too, bodies shuddering against each other, fingers dipping into the soft flesh of her waist.  

She leaned against him, leaving small pecks on his lips, and massaging his scalp. 

“I love you,” she whispered. 

What a sweet lie, coming from her lips to target his non-beating heart. 

“I love you, too,” he replied, moving her hair out of her face before kissing her another time. 

Jeno laid her on the bed again, and he would’ve loved to talk some more, but a deep slumber took over her immediately, and he could only smile bitterly as he felt emptiness fill him again. 

When the sky cleared and the moon shone outside, the silver rays peeked inside the room, lighting her face, and showing him her beautiful features as he was standing once again at the side of her bed. He tried to, but he couldn’t. He couldn’t stand laying so close to her, knowing he didn’t have her, knowing it was simply a silly fantasy. 

Or worst. 

They were a sweet lie. 

A bitter-sweet lie. 

And the only thing he could think about as he transformed back into his ghost form and stared at her sleeping peacefully, was that destiny, or God, or whoever had the reins up there, was a bastard. 

The love of his life was right there, it had incarnated in herself and he had lost her again. 

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Wendigo Connor

You and Connor were on your way to a party the other assassins were throwing. Connor didn't want to go there at first, but after much persuasion, he agreed. He didn't enjoy these things very much, and he didn't feel very comfortable around so many people.

You followed the forest path that the assassin knew like your shoes. Although she was not enlightened in any way, that did not hinder you in any way. You were holding his hand and talking to each other. 

Connor told you about his clan's Halloween customs and the creatures called wendigos that were originally supposed to be in these woods.

Some parts of his story were quite creepy, especially when the wendigos were the first people who became monsters eating other people.

You were halfway there when you heard a strange growl. You automatically approached Connor. It didn't like it either. No ordinary animal sounded like that. And even though he knew what it could be, he didn't want to scare you unnecessarily and instead hoped you'd escape it.

You walked on and the growling stopped for a moment when it sounded again and with it, two lights appeared in front of you, glowing eyes.

They were slowly getting closer to you and the growls were getting louder as well. Soon the monster in front of you took shape. It was a black tall creature with an animal skull instead of a face, sharp teeth and antlers.

An eerie energy radiated from him that sent chills down your spine. Connor pushed you behind him to protect you. Over his shoulder, you saw the monster tilt its head slightly to the side before drawing its sharp claws.

The creature in front of you lunged at the assassin, but he slightly pushed it away. You knew Connor was strong, but this surprised you. The two fought, tugged and tried to beat the other.

The monster was growling at you, but you had the impression that the assassin was growling as well. As they were engaged in battle and their powers seemed to be balanced, they slowly moved closer to you.

You backed away until you tripped over a stick and fell backwards. You didn't even bother and rather shuffled off to the tree, where you probably wouldn't disturb them and where you felt safe.

As you fell, the assassin turned to you for a moment, and you were taken aback by the sight alone. He looked as if he had partially become the same monster he was fighting.

After some time, Connor finally overpowered the creature and it fled back into the woods in fear. You had the impression that the assassins would have preferred to chase after her, but instead, he stayed. He turned to you and walked closer to you. He crouches down to you and stops.

That was the first time you'd seen him like this. Two horns grew from his head, which reminded you of bison ones. One of them was broken. His whites were black and his irises shone gold. 

His mouth was half open as if he wanted to say something when you noticed his inhumanly sharp teeth. In addition, his fingers were blackened, as if burned, and looked more like claws.

Despite all that, however, you earn concern and fear in his eyes. It wasn't the eyes of the monster you thought of, but the eyes of your friend.

"Are you hurt?" he asked worried but even though he wanted to make sure you were okay he kept his distance.

"I'm fine" you replied and before he could react you wrapped your arms around his neck. His skin was cooler now, but his heart was still warm. “Thanks for saving me,” you added, kissing his cheek.

"I... Um..." he was speechless and even in the darkness you could see how his cheeks darkened. You had been together for a while, but these little gestures always got him. "Am I not scaring you?" he then asked nervously as you pulled away. He still looked weird, but he didn't scare you.

“Not at all,” you shook your head. “I'm just curious if you'll ever tell me about it,” you said calmly. You didn't want to pressure him in any way. He must have had his reasons for not telling you.

“Thank you,” he smiled weakly before looking at you. "You know I would never hurt you?" he asked vulnerably.

"I've known that for a long time," you replied and took his hand. “It's just that this is kind of new,” you hinted at his appearance. Connor just nodded his head that he understood.

During the journey back, the assassin turned back into a human and talked about himself and the fact that his clan was all Wendigo. He even told you about how he lost part of his horn.

It was when Charles Lee and the other temari wanted to find their village. He refused to tell them the truth and so his horn was broken. Even then he didn't say anything to them and they stunned him.

In addition, he mentioned that the person who attacked them could have been someone from his village. This is what they become when they lose their humanity. After that, they become real monsters that are aggressive towards absolutely everyone.

It was completely new to you, but you knew and told him right away that you would never allow something like this. You will be there for him and whenever needed, you will remind him why he should not give up his humanity.

You listened to him and whenever you sensed that he was getting sick of talking about it, you squeezed his hand to show that you were there for him.

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