#something went weird with the other one and wouldn't let me trim it

[ofsnarkandmagic]

[Cont. From] @booksofadventures

Quite frankly, he wasn't a kid and sure hell wasn't a hunter; just a man that would do anything to protect his twin sister. Even if it was something that border lined on straight-up stupid. Which was very well where he was toeing the line.

His worried look didn't stop at just what was visible, it went deeper than that, but just couldn't be seen. There was only a few time when he'd been this worried about her, but since they were only on the next street over, thankfully it'd been a while.

Clearly the other had done this before, and for a fraction of a second--perhaps longer--he was slightly jealous. Yet this wasn't a time for being bull headed, not if he wanted to live through this, get back to her.

“Fair 'nough, I could clearly use the help here. I can't even move, but I s'ppose that was the point, obviously.”

And maybe, just maybe, he'd be able to function with whatever level his bladder was currently at. Yet there might come a time, sooner than later, when that had to be addressed; embarrassing as it was.

“There's more than one, 'course there is. Considerin' I got snatched 'fore I had time to form a plan, I got nothin'. Sorry, mate.”

If only he'd either had more time to figure something out or focus for once in his life, yet that was neither here nor there. So no point in beating himself up, at least not at the given moment.

“… I'm glad to hear that you understand. I always joke that she's my 'younger' sister, but I'm worried. Likewise, I'm Melvin, by the way.”

[the-shiftshop]

H for Henry?

Monday morning. I'm supposed to go on a date with a girl I met on Tinder tomorrow. As an asian geek with no amazing body, nor something other people would find attractive with, I wanted to look good on my very first date.

My roommate, Henry, was kind and supportive for it. He's very fond of dressing well so he did all he could to make sure I will look great when I finally meet the girl, and so he let me borrow some of his clothes.

He helped me get dressed. After wearing it all up, he decided to add finishig touches. He pulled a necklace from his pocket and handed it over to me.

"H?" I asked, "Wouldn't it be weird if she sees me with an initial of your name, Henry?"

"That's not really what the H is for. Just try it out, Dennis, and let's see." He replied

As soon as I wore his necklace, I started to feel an impressively pleasurable feeling that washed down my body. At first, it just feel as if I'm all relaxed, but when I sat down on the bed, my whole body started to feel so sensitive. Even just my skin feeling the confines of my clothes sends shivers down my spine. Sooner or later, I felt my cock tent. I realized then that I'm so horny. My hands moved to paw on my errection as it started to grow. My other hand felt up inside the shirt I was wearing to tease my nipple, realizing that my chest is starting to lose fat and get replaced by muscles.

I looked at Henry as he moved closer to me.

"H can mean a lot of thing, but one things for sure." Henry grabbed my chin to make me look directly into his eyes.

"Horny."

I groaned as I felt more uncontrollable lust wash all over me.

"and the other would be..." He pulled my face near him, matching our lips as they level to each other.

"Himbo."

It's like a command. As soon as he said that, my mind cleared out. I couldn't help but just give a smirk as I feel my horniness rise up with Henry in front of me.

"Mmhmmm, broooo...." I groaned as I started to feel more muscles begin to fill up the clothes he made me wore. I couldn't think if anything else but to get some tight pussy to fuck. God, I can't wait to hook up with that girl tomorrow.

"Hairy." He added.

My face started to get itchy and my right hand that I was using to play with my nipple rose up to sratch it, feeling my facial hair fill up to a trimmed beard. My chest also filled up with hair as the thin ones on my arms and legs started to thicken.

"Homo." He finished

My eyes widened. At first, I wanted to push bro away because he called me a Homo, but isn't he right?

"Bro.... You're so.... close..."

"Yeah? Watchu gonna do about it, big guy?"

With his fingers still on my chin, he pulled me in for a kiss. I returned back, giving him the deepest kiss. He climed up the bed, spreading my legs and his legs in between mine. As we kiss, we starting taking off each other's clothes. Well, isn't what I'm wearing also his? Haha.

I feel his hard cock grinding against mine through each other's pants. We broke the kiss for a bit so we can take each other's pants off.

"God, bro... You're hugeeee..." I trailed off, looking at his cock.

"You're 'Hung' too, big guy." He winked at me, and soon, like a command, my cock started to grow bigger too. I moaned loud as I gripped on it, growing from its 5 inch to an 8.

Henry dove back and continued kissing me. His hand now gripping on my cock. His kisses went down to my neck, then to my nipples. Goddd! I'm so sensitive! He's jerking me off while licking my tits! His cock, softing poking my ass.

"Fuck, bro... I want you..." I moaned.

"Yeah, big guy?" Henry said in between kisses.

"Fuck me, bro. I want your dick in my ass."

Henry didn't have to be told twice. He pulled my legs on top of his shoulders, and soon, he was pushing his cock in me.

"Ooohhhh, broooo! That's soooo....." I groaned as he slowly pushed it.

"You're so tight, big boy!" Henry said.

"Fuck me hard, now. I want it bro!"

"Yeah? You want it hard?"

"Make me bust my nut!"

Henry moved in, pushing hard, then back out. Slow at first, but soon he was fucking me like a crazy. His cock, making it all feel good inside. His hand on my cock.

He was so good, he was kissing me while he fuck my wits out. God, I'm so horny and gay for my bro.

"Bro! Bro! I'm...!"

"Yeah? Let it out, big buy!"

"Fuckkk!"

"I'm close too- I'm!"

Henry pulled out, jerking both of our cocks. Then our gate just bursted open and we came at the same time. His cum mixing with mine as we emptied out our balls all over my abs and chest.

"G-God, bro... That's so goood..."

Henry fell on top of me, our cum smearing all over our bodies. We hugged each other as our lust subsided.

"Wish that wouldn't be the last time, bro..." I whispered into his ear.

"Me too..." Henry said, his arms tightening up around me. "I've always liked you and I don't wanna let some girl take you away."

I took a deep breath. Henry's sudden confession didn't feel too bad. If I'll be honest, I started to feel more comfortable now. Realizing what magic he did to me, I don't think I mind. Henry's a nice guy. He did a lot for me. It might've been he change, but I remember telling my best bro that I would go out with him if I was gay. I hold onto the necklace and thought of something.

"We can make it last forever, you know." I said.

"How?" He lifted himself off, looked at me in the eyes.

I took the necklace off and wore it around his neck.

"H-...." I hesitated, being a himbo now kinda made me forget the right word.

"Husband."

Henry's eyes widened as we feel our new wedding rings appear on our fingers.

[victorluvsalice]

-->It was finally back to the store! Where once again they all had to wait outside while I fiddled with the layout. XD At least this time it wasn't thunderstorming! Let me take you through all the changes I made --

A. As you can see, the major change I made was to replace all of the double-sided shelves with single-sided ones on either side of a large half-wall (with a glass half-wall trim on top to stop Sims trying to put plates or other objects up there) -- I was having some trouble getting everything to face the right way on the double-sided shelves, and I genuinely do believe this looks better. More like what you might actually SEE in a grocery store.

B. I also reduced the number of shelves overall slightly by rearranging the first "produce" aisle -- now when you walk in, you have Brazen Lotus's produce stands on one side, and the more traditional Get To Work refrigerated displays on the other holding various oversized crops on the other! Fewer slots to fill, and it means all the fruit and veg aren't bunched up together right next to the door.

C. I also added another refrigerated display next to the meat section -- this one is for fish, with Brazen Lotus's "Iced Fish Retail Fridge" (which requires her mod to allow fish and herbs to be placed in a retail fridge) in the bottom section! (I tried putting it on a counter, but it looked kinda weird and wouldn't slot correctly -- and then I discovered it fit near-perfectly into the bottom of the regular refrigerated display and went with that! It doesn't fit so nicely into the top bit, so fresh fish will be placed there to be bought directly.)

D. Along with that, I added the fossil displays from @somecreativecc as "endcaps" for the aisles, as the perfume bottles Victor can make from Simsonian Library's "Perfumery" mod fit on them, and they were the best-looking shelves I had for the purpose. *shrug* If anyone can suggest anything better, please let me know!

E. I also started trying out some "color-coding" on the SrslySims consignment shelves to try and see at a glance what should go where -- like, the shelf with Smiler's synthetic food tablets and herbalism potions from Simsonian Library's "Apothecary" mod is white because that's the "pharmacy" section, and the shelf with the canned green beans and green peas is bright green to represent "veggies."

F. Oh, and you may notice that I've started spacing out the various items on each individual shelf a lot more, so I'm not trying to cram multiple products onto one single shelf in any particular display and wondering how I'm going to fill the others. . .now, one display can hold a shelf of canned green beans, a shelf of canned green peas, and the boxed versions of said products on the bottom. Makes my life easier and makes filling up this grocery store a hell of a lot faster!

-->Okay -- once THAT was all done, it was time for the gang to spread out and get to work! And everybody had their specific jobs:

Smiler: Since we now had a fish fridge, I sent Smiler down to the fishing spot behind the store to angle for some big catches to fill it up! They managed to land a pufferfish and a tilapia to display above the fridge, and a betta to put in it -- it's a start!

Alice: Her thing today was bulk food processing and canning -- specifically, I had her make some more canned green beans and green peas to fill in a couple of gaps on the shelves, then move onto making jars of meat substitute for the discerning vegetarians who may come by. Gotta have something for everyone, after all! :)

Victor: Victor started out making perfumes, in "Focused" (bluebell) and "Playful" (daisy) scents, which (along with another bottle of the deodorizing scent) got him to level 2 of the Perfumery skill and allowed him to make "Happy" and "Energizing" scents if he so wished. However, his REAL job was to head upstairs and start Copypastoing everything that could be Copypastoed. XD Because while I DO actually want them to make some of the stuff they sell themselves, I am not above using Victor's magic to make the process easier on them and me. Victor's such a skilled spellcaster now that he's basically in no danger of the spell failing, even when he gets to a pretty heavily charged state -- and hey, I found out during this Copypasto spree that he can in fact copy the plates of raw meat Alice brings back from her hunts! So THAT is going to be freaking handy! :D

[lokisprettygirl]

The Bodyguard (Loki x Female reader) (Au) (18+)

Read chapter 31 here// Series Masterlist

Chapter 32

Summary : Loki denies you the birthday gift but he gives you a little something.

Warning : 18+, Heavy Daddy kink, Smut, Violence, Mentions of self harm, murderous thoughts, Mention of Suicide, Rape, abuse, sexual violence, Harsh language, bodyshaming, fatshaming, mention of neglect and abuse, emotional abuse, verbal abuse Unhealthy Eating Patterns, blackmail, starving and under eating, implied smut, mention of drug use, some weird feeding kink I’m (loki is) developing,

He kept looking at you, trying to gauge if you were messing with him, giving him a punishment of sorts for the last few days but you seemed serious. You really wanted to blow him. In every way.

"Baby you know we shouldn't" he kissed your forehead and you smiled. It was worth a shot.

"Well we won't if you don't want to, you asked me to ask for a gift so I did" his lips latched onto your neck and your fingers clasped behind his own.

"It's not that I don't want to. I desperately do but I just don't want to get carried away and with your mouth on my cock, I know I won't be able to stop myself" he laid down on his back right next to you, his one arm rested under his head while the other one wrapped around your body as he pulled you closer to him, you put your head down on his chest.

"I get that daddddy" you whispered in his ear and that made the blood rush to his cock. So obedient and polite.

"Do you want to touch me maybe?" He mumbled softly and you giggled. You knew it was worth a shot, you have been wanting to play with that cock since he jerked himself off for you, your fingers trailed from his sternum to his torso, you lifted his shirt up, his abs flexed at the touch of your fingers, he had his eyes closed.

You hand sneaked inside his trouser, he wasn't wearing a brief and you couldn't have been happier, your fist wrapped around his girth, he was warm, veiny and so so aroused.

He let out a small moan as he felt your small hand wrapped around him

"Mmmm you're so thick daddy"

"Uhhhuh" he moaned again as you moved your hand up and down slowly, you felt his fingers tracing patterns on your back. He brought his other hand from behind his head and pulled the trouser down, you felt hypnotized by how proudly he stood up. God he was an enigma

"Wouldn't want to ruin the pants" he whispered and you bit on your lips, you wanted to do more than just touch him but you'll take whatever he was giving you like a good girl.

"Mmmm too bad because I wanted you to ruin your pants"

"Fuckkk babygirl" he threw his head back as your fingers brushed over his swollen balls, you used your index and middle finger to caress it back and forth slowly, he was starting to sweat even though the temperature in his room was cold.

You brought the attention back to his length and used the dripping precum to aid your motion. Up and down, you went slow, so slow, such a torture.

"Faster baby ..ohhhh go faster..pleeassee" he moaned between his words and that made you gush, you let go of his cock and played with the trimmed hair at the base of his cock, his thigh muscles clenched, he had runner's thighs and you had filthy images of rutting against those shamelessly.

"Let me enjoy my birthday present daddy, mmm I like that you have kept yourself trimmed but not completely shaved, I love how natural it feels" you wrapped him around in your fist again and fondled him slowly,

"Ohhh baby, that would be a huge task and I'm never up for it, besides I'm European" he chuckled "Would have done it for you though if you desired it, I'd do anything for you" your eyes teared up as he said that, you pressed soft kisses on his pale smooth skin on the side of his neck, your emotions were running wild, you loved this man with every little cell in your body. He was your man. Your own. The filthy sound of your hand jerking him off filled your surrounding

"And you don't have to go through that trouble either babygirl, it won't change a thing I promise my love" and He loved you. You were his girl.

"Okay daddy..thank you"

You were surprised how well he was taking this, you wanted to make him cum fast but he was holding on and you could only imagine how amazing the sex would feel with him. Safe and long nights of love making seemed heavenly.

"Mmmm daddy I can't wait to have you stretching me out with your thick cock.. want you so deep in there"

"Fucking hell babygirl, I promise soon ..so soon I'll have you baby, daddy will take everything you want to give him, you want it all right baby? Ohhh I promise daddy will love you and worship you all night long" his voice came out all breathy as the sensation started to peak in the pit of his stomach, he pulled his trousers even lower and his t shirt higher, he really didn't want to mess his clothes, you got the glimpse of the curve of his ass, he was built like a statue, every inch carved perfectly, he was almost naked and you just wanted to fuck him but knowing that you can't was even better. He kept you on your toes and you loved the pain.

"Mmm yess yess fucking yess.." you bit on your lips as you increased the pace, he was so close you could feel it. You felt his cock twitching in your hand. He ran his fingers through his hair as he reached closer to the edge, his head was thrown back, he was so close

"Cum daddy cum for me please, need your cum all over my hand please" you begged in his ear and he exploded right then, the loud moan of your name blessed your ears as he rode through his high. He was in heaven, a literal heaven, he haven't had such a satisfying sexual release in a long time. Or ever. It was carnal but emotional too.

He was panting heavily and you couldn't take your eyes off his face, you kept his cock in your hold, your hand was drenched with his cum.

"Best birthday ever" you whispered in his ear and he smiled. Best birthday ever indeed.

"Fuck your hand is dripping love" the sight was obscene and you both loved it "Do I get to return the favor?" He asked you and you shook your head, a mischievous smile formed on your lips

"Nooo you don't, this was my birthday gift and that will be your punishment "

"Oh damn I knew it was coming" you chuckled as you got up, grabbed some tissues and cleaned him properly,

"I'll be right back" you winked at him as you made your way to the bathroom, just because you wanted to torture him that doesn't mean you weren't so aroused that it hurt. You sat down on his sink, took your underwear off and touched yourself as you tried to imagine every little thing you just saw in there. It didn't take you long to reach the orgasm, he was so pretty when he was being pleased like that and the memory of him cumming was enough to make you explode, it would also keep you relaxed around him for the night.

You cleaned yourself up but your panties were ruined so you washed them but now you were all naked underneath, when you stepped out he was sprawled on the bed, on his front, all dressed up. He was probably tired. He looked at you and smiled as you stood on the edge of the bed .

"Can I get one of your briefs?" He chuckled as you said that and got up. He brought out a fresh pair right from the box in his closet

"Take this one, it's never used" well you wouldn't mind the used one either. God you were so in love with him.

"Thank you mister hotshot" he smiled and laid down on the bed again as he watched you put it on, the material snugged on you perfectly because of your shapely ass.

You instantly jumped into the bed when you were done and he cuddled you

"I do have a real gift for you, I'll give it to you tomorrow" he mumbled and you nodded.

"Loki?"

"Yes baby?"

"Will you come to the shelter with me tomorrow? Just you and me like the first time?" He kissed your forehead and hummed in response

"You know I will baby, don't go anywhere without me sweetheart "

"Okay daddy..thank you for sending Peter every six hours to check up on me" he squeezed his eyes as you said that.

"He told you huh"

"No he didn't..I just knew" your eyes teared up so he caressed your cheek with his fingers. He couldn't help but feel worse about the situation even more, you loved him so much and he doubted that.

"I love you y/n and I'm sorry again "

"Mmm no let's forget about it okay? I love you so much" he nodded as you said that.

"Will you put on the same dress tomorrow as you did that day? I want to make good memories of us, I know you did it for me and I crapped all over it" you smiled and kissed his lips softly

"I will baby"

He wanted to talk to you about something but he didn't want to upset you tonight, he caressed your back until you fell asleep and knowing that you were in his arms, that you were back to him and forgave him was enough to finally make him fall asleep too.

You found yourself in the kitchen, you didn't know what you were doing in there, you had never cooked in your life. You looked around and didn't recognise the place, when the door in front of you opened you saw Loki so you ran straight to him to hug him,

"Loki I..I'm so glad you're here I don't know what is happening..I'm so scared" he grabbed your arm and pulled you away forcefully then he slapped you right in the face, you were shocked and hurt, your heart felt broken all over again

"Your dumb fucking bitch, I work all day so I could feed your fatass and you can't even cook a meal for me at the end of the day?" He stormed towards you and you took several steps backwards. You were scared, so scared, why was he being so mean? He'd never be so mean to you right? But it was loki you recognised him

"Look at the mess, you have burned the eggs, can't even make an egg? You're useless, pathetic and I hate the day I brought you here, what a freaking burden " he spat at you, his voice was angry, he was so angry with you. You started sobbing and that pissed him off even more.

"Awh you want to cry now hmm, you know they were all right about you, you don't deserve an ounce of happiness, should have just allowed you to marry Steve and die, fat useless whore"

You started crying furiously in your sleep, loki noticed your shaking form so he instantly got up and shook you gently to wake you up, you were sobbing and that clenched his heart. A nightmare, you were having a nightmare.

"Baby hey baby.. sweetheart wake up for me okay, it's just a nightmare" you opened your eyes and his face was right on top of you, your face was damped with tears, you looked around and you were in his bed, it was just a nightmare, your Loki would never be so mean to you. You started sobbing again as the nightmare was so fresh in your head and he wiped your tears

"Hey hey hey ssshhhh babygirl it's okay it's okay..just a nightmare " he caressed your head and placed several kisses on your cheek to calm you down. He has had his own share of nightmares because of the war and what Sameera put him through so he understood how awful the mind could get .

"What did you see little one, talk to me okay?" He mumbled softly, his thumb brushed over your cheekbones.

"Justtt you.. being so mean.. so so mean to me" You sniffled and hiccuped with every word you spoke and that broke his heart even more.

"I said bad things to you?" You nodded and his eyes teared up, was it because of what he said that day? He felt even worse now .

"I'm sorry baby I'm sorry for what I said, but it was just a bad dream hmm? I'll never get so mean to you, you're my baby hey look at me.. you're my baby okay"

He whispered softly and you nodded, you wiped your tears with the back of your hands and clutched onto his shirt. He'd never harm you like that, not in anyways, it was just a nightmare.

"What was it about?" He asked you as he caressed your back gently,

"I burned the eggs and you scolded me" that's all you told him, you didn't want to hurt him.

"That's just silly, I'd never do that" he smiled and you forced one too. But what if once you're out of here you start to feel like a burden? You had no skills.

"I know..sorry" you wrapped your arms around his neck and drowned yourself in his warmth and comfort. No matter what happens he'd never do that to you, he wasn't Steve. He could never be.

"I don't know how to make eggs" you looked at him as you sniffled and his heart swelled,

"And that's okay hmm? You don't have to cook for me, you know that right? But I'll teach you whatever you'd want to learn, not for me but for yourself. I'd like you to be capable of making food for yourself when for some reason I'm not there with you" he whispered softly and you nodded.

"But what if I'm bad at it, what if I burn it?" You asked like a child and he kissed you softly.

"Then you burn it darling, that's how you learn yeah?" You nodded as he said that. He didn't stop caressing you gently until you fell asleep again.

Around 4 in the early morning he woke you up and helped you sneak out of his room, he was extra careful because he didn't want anyone to see you. Thankfully everyone was wasted from the party so they were all passed out. Just two hours later you called him as you wanted to go to the shelter without anyone catching you two.

You got dressed up in the same dress you had that morning, and this time instead of fighting with you, he picked you up in his arms, pressed you against the wall of your bedroom and showered you with sweet kisses and lovings.

That morning you woke up in his arms and things didn't fall apart, he was there by your side, you had his love, his care in your life. It was a good day, it was one of the best days of your life.

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[ethanharli]

Pairing(s): Legosi x Top Male Reader

Warning(s): Cursing, fluff, wounds, nothing much, slight nsfw.

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 Legosi grunted softly as I dragged my tongue against the open wound on his back before examining them closely, "Did you really have to lick it..?" He mumbled, obviously feeling a bit uneasy. I on the other hand couldn't help but sigh, even though my blood was boiling at the sight, "Just because I'm a hybrid doesn't mean my saliva still can't help" I exclaimed, now taking the antiseptic and pressing it carefully against his wounds. His body winced from the contact and I tried to suppress a whine of worry, "I'm sorry.." My eyes narrowed in slight annoyance at his apology, he's been apologizing ever since he and Bill got into that fight on stage, then again I'd like to punch in Bill face too.

"Legosi it's fine, how many times do I got to tell you to stop apologizing? I get why you did it, I'm not made nor disappointed, If I new what Bill had I would have punched him too" I growled out, feeling my nose twitch from the rising anger. Bill was stupid for having rabbits blood on him, and what he did to Legosi added fuel to the fire, hell I was so close to running up on stage to rip his throat out. "But I hope you know I will cut his dick off and shove it so far down his throat that it comes out his ass" I smiled, not really noticing Legosi's body stiffen from my words, I was to lost in my own world of torture and anger to really pay attention.

"Alright sit up puppy I gotta wrap you up" I spoke, using the nickname I had given to him back when we were kids. I held in a small chuckle when his tail started to wag slightly, but either way I took the bandages and slipped my arms under his, trying my hardest to make sure my chest made no contact with his back whatsoever. Once I was done I shifted around to where my fluffy [H/c] tail rested in his lap, he seemed grateful for the act and gently started playing with my tail, "Do you ever plan on trimming your fur?" He asked, combing his claws through my fur happily, but his question got me to think for a moment, since its been about a month or two since I last trimmed my fur. Reaching up I scratched at my poor excuse of antlers, they were basically little nubs honestly, like a deer finally growing them in.

"I don't know, I think I look handsome this way" I laughed, merely joking. Nevertheless Legosi's silence kind of cut me off guard, as if he were actually pondering about the thought of my fur, "I think you'd look handsome either way" It took him a moment to register what he had said, and by the way my small smile went to a teasing smirk. "Awe Legosi! Are you trying to flirt with me?" I joked, bringing my hand to his face, slowly letting my claws glide under his muzzle, the way his body shivered from the touch excited me, but the feeling was quickly blown off knowing that his heart belongs to someone else. 

"N-no! I- I uh" He stuttered, desperately trying to figure out what to say. My smirk faded away as my eyes traveled to his face, taking in all the details, his fur was softer then it looks, and his eyes were so captivating that I got lost in them almost every time I look at them, and on the outside he might seem big and scary, but he's as delicate as a flower. It's definitely a shame that I can't have him for myself, Haru is one lucky girl huh. "Don't worry puppy I was only teasing, but I'll leave you alone now, you probably got something else you want to do then be cooped up in here with me yeah?" I forced a smile, not wanting him to know I was upset since I'd never hear the end of it if he found out. With a quick stretch and a weird glance from Legosi I got up, putting the medicine and such away before heading towards the door, "Wait" Ah, fuck.

Guess I'm easy to read huh? Dammit, "Are you okay?" His words dripped with concern, along with his eyes, which I avoided looking into, knowing I'd give in from just one glance. Don't do it [Y/n], you know better, "I'm fine, but you're the one with a clawed up back so you should try to rest" It was almost suffocating getting the words out, my body couldn't help but stiffen at the touch of his hand against my own. "Could you stay a little longer?" Well, there goes my restraint. A deep sigh slipped past my muzzle as I sat back down next to him, knowing this'll be bad for my heart but not caring if it mean't making him feel better, "Just a little longer."

However, I nearly choked when he climbed between my legs, looking up at me before wrapping his arms around my torso, and placing his head on my shoulder. "Thank you" He mumbled quietly, relaxing his body against mine, the feeling was almost foreign since we haven't cuddled up like this in so long, it hurts knowing how much I missed this, and knowing this couldn't be a regular thing. Wrapping my arms around his waist I quickly took advantage of this moment, knowing it would most likely be the last time it happens, taking in a deep inhale his scent merely intoxicated me, this feeling was something I didn't want to let go of, a warm but comforting feeling that sent me into a moment of bliss.

And I was feeling reckless, cause I've never been one to give up so easily. 

"Legosi."

But was it a chance I was willing to take? The chance to express my feelings but possibly lose the only friend I have?

"Hm- Ah! Hey!" My body moved on it own, shifting to push Legosi forward, not exactly pinning him to the floor since I didn't want to put any pressure on his wound. My hand moved from his waist to his neck, looking from his eyes to his lips every now and then, the urge to kiss him was so overwhelming, so intriguing, but so scary all at the same time. "I'm sorry" Was all I could utter out before pulling him into a desperate kiss, that felt even better then anything I had imagined, my other hand immediately trailed to the small of his back, flushing his body against mine.

All common sense went out the window after that, and I just couldn't help but trail my lips to his neck, leaving short but soft kisses while proceeding to his collarbone, where I nipped carefully, loving the way his body practically squirmed under me. "[Y-Y/n]?" His voice cut me out of my trance, but my hands stayed in place, not wanting to pull away in the slightest, "I'm sorry Legosi, it's just so fucking hard to hide the fact I love you" My smile turned bitter for a short second, wondering how I could try and get out of this situation. "You love me..?" Was the only response I got, I could only reply with a slightly nod, letting the embarrassment consume me, this was not the way I wan't him to find out, but, if not this way then would I have ever done it? That was definitely a thought to ponder over.

I was pleasantly surprised when he turned my gaze back towards him, tracing his thumb over my muzzle softly before hesitantly pulling me back into the kiss. Legosi practically submitted under me, slowly moving his arms around my neck so he wouldn't strain his back to much while my heart soared in my chest, causing my tail to wag viciously. My hands traveled back down to his hips, letting my lips wander around his neck, giving a few occasional nips and licks every now and then, happily listening to his soft moans. Until I licked behind his ear, causing him to moan a little louder then the other times, a small chuckle escaped my lips as I abused that spot, trailing my hand over his abdomen. 

Yet, my movement stopped when I finally realized how nervous he is, hell he's practically shaking. A small smile adored my features as I kissed him one last time before pulling him into a soothing hug, "I won't force you into anything Legosi I promise, I don't mind taking it slow" His body relaxed after that, and it wasn't until now that I noticed his tail was wagging almost as much as mine was.

"Hey Legosi?" I asked, eyes still watching his tail intently. "Yeah?"

"I love you" My smile grew when his tail started to practically thump against the floor.

"I..I love you too."

[hoaxsen]

| angst has been coming to me easy now and idk how to feel about that.

| tw; character death, in depth talk of death, mentions of blood and other gruesome parts, season three spoilers.

| word count; 1.8k.

It was all over, spreading like a plague inside the walls upon their arrival. The victory of Wall Maria, along with the near extinction of the Scouts. How many supplies were lost during it? How much destruction was there while it all went down? Does anyone have a true number on how many bodies were being carried back on those flatbed carts after that expedition? 

They were mostly parts of bloodied and mangled things, some weren't even able to be called a body. More like a massive piles of mixed dirt, debris and whatever part of the human body there could be. One hundred and ninety nine people, turned into one enormous jigsaw puzzle that anyone has ever seen. How many carts were used for that, and which cart did this specific body rest upon? 

This body held the features of bright blue eyes, that the captain of the Scouts could sometimes find himself staring into for hours on end. Unknowingly at that. Blonde hair just swept back and kept so neat with its undercut. Sometimes Levi wonders if it was soft to the touch, it doesn't look to be hard, or dirty. Just right, minus those brows. If anything there were times where Levi wanted to trim the blonde bricks of hair off Erwin's face himself. 

Now, days like that will never come. For the sole purpose, of Erwin Smith being deceased. Giving his life up to his stupid cause and dream, this isn't what Levi meant by plundering your dream and lead those crying brats to hell. Was it selfish of him to think that Erwin might come back alive for him? It was, wasn't it? The man having to live through this shit as the leader, making gambles that no one knew how the hell they paid off. Let's not forget about the cadets and soldiers lost along the way in his gambles. A devil among men, though it was Levi wanting to be the one to raise hell right now. Bring a darker hell to the one on this very Earth for the fact that he chose to revive Armin instead of Humanity's Hope. 

Cold, and hardened steel grey hues watched as his body was pulled away, riding alongside on his own horse with this cart. Levi felt only himself at fault, what if he did revive Erwin? Despite the small specks of rocks, falling out and shredded intestines, and lack of life in the blonde's eyes, how would he look taking on the power of the colossal titan? Would he have looked the same as the treacherous Bertholdt, or better? If anything, he'd be alive right now. . .fighting a war once more in this hell. Yes, it was selfish, but Levi Ackerman had his reasons to be selfish in a time like this. Bringing back Erwin instead of Armin wasn't just going to be for humanity, it was also going to be for his own desires. To stop toying with the feelings the ravenette has for the blonde, to stop the daily lies about his ' small crush ' being just a phase. 

The captain never even got to make good on his promise before the commander passed. Wanting so hard and bad to end the Beast Titan, to make him feel the pain Erwin did before his final moments. Hopefully that chance comes back for him some other time. How badly Levi needs it, it'd only be fitting since Erwin gave up his dream for the wall retake to even have happened and succeed. 

For all Levi could do now, was regret and hope that Erwin's funeral would bring him into a small state of piece. Since the ex-commander was already in a permanent state of his own, never to be disturbed. The Ackerman slowly starts to wonder to himself, which kind of suit would really bring out a dead man's eyes? For blue, it had to be a subtle white, right? An ashen grey? Whatever color it was going to be, Levi knew he'd detest it. Knowing it'll be the final suit he sees Erwin in. 

Fast forward a bit to the lowering of the old Scouts' commander into the ground, Levi stayed behind a little ways after the ceremony. Standing before Erwin's grave, a short sigh leaving him as he placed a hand on Erwin's tombstone. 

Erwin Smith 

xxxx - xxxx 

Humanity's Beacon of Hope.

The words Levi read over, and over, and over again. Humanity's Hope, snuffed out a little ways too soon. Levi just had to wake up and face the music, it was bound to happen one day or another. He just wishes that day came a little later than this. Brushing his hand over the words, better now to say this before he keeps it inside for too long. He already regrets not saying this to him when he was alive. 

" How many of these have we attended for our fallen? Now look at you, dumbass. Right there with them, tell Petra I said hi when you see her. " 

His last chance to say this all know, because whatever God out there knows that Levi wouldn't visit Erwin's grave again after this. For the small grudge he'd hold against himself for using the syringe on Armin. 

" I followed you into the fire, made it out with a few scrapes. Though you were burned, still had the guts to carry on more bravely than me. . .even make a choice with that odd line. ' What if there is humanity outside the walls. ' Or some shit like that, and then I realized, and knew. . .that was how you were plundering your dreams and leading those crying brats to hell. " 

Unbeknownst to the captain, he wasn't alone. Just standing from afar, was another grieving heart. Armin Artlet, another soul wanting to say an unspoken peace to their old commander. But ended up seeing Levi there before him. 

" It's not fair you know, Erwin. Or that just might be me being selfish right now, yeah sounds like it. A biased opinion, since I fucking loved you and didn't have the guts to say it. Wanna know why? Cause I'm a coward. Since people I love keep leaving me in ways like this, death. Am I that detestable that death is the only way out? Gotta be, shitty way to go if you ask me, but probably your only way. Call it a curse, I guess. Sadly shit like this happens in the fucked world. I didn't even want to use it on Artlet, but you made your choice. So I had to make mine, fucking bastard. " 

Now that was a surprise to the little eavesdropper in the back, covering his mouth with his hand to not make a sound. Azure eyes bugging out of his head as the captain droned on. Armin himself wasn't even sure why he was saved, wouldn't Erwin have been a better pick? The power of the titan wasted on him, that's how it sounded. On the bright side, the colossal titan was in their arsenal with Eren's titan. Just with the wrong user in Artlet's mind. 

" It's not fair, you asshole. You get your peace, and leave me behind in this hell with a bunch of brats! Yes, they can pull their own weight. But you're not leading them anymore, instead it's gonna be someone else who can't live up to your name. All because I got emotional and saved that runt, when I knew, even with Hanji, that you were the better pick! A massive fuck up on my end, but then a small lived victory right? We have another titan ready to fight for us when needed. But I want you here! It's not fair, you trusted me to do the right thing with that weird liquid, and I don't know if I did! I promised myself that I'd follow you wherever, why did you have to go somewhere I can't go yet?! You and your stupid gambles, well make one with the devil down there and win, come back goddamn it! " 

At this point, Levi was screaming to a grave on the verge of tears. From standing to dropping on his knees, the turned up dirt from a freshly dug hole in the ground was staining his pants. Giving him the feelings of touching the underground floors, though this time he didn't care. Fighting back an attack of tears, his hands digging into the soil and gripping it. Dirt being trapped in his fingernails, a fierce look on his face with a few stray falling tears from his eyes. 

" I promise you, I'll make that sonva bitch pay. Along with aiding in to see that your final goal, your final dream is fulfilled. Even if I have to  die to make that happen. " 

It was a footstep, and the use of sharp senses that brought Levi out of his moment. Spinning around quick as could be, just to be met with a crying, tear stained face of one of his cadets. This was Levi's moment of vulnerability, being seen by Armin as if privacy wasn't a thing. Though now, the man couldn't hold it against the boy, dusting off himself to be free of the dirt and grime. Levi sent Armin a small glare, no words have been spoken yet, and not one really knew what to say. 

" Captain . . . I'm sorry, but you should have us--. " 

" Can it brat, I dunno how much you heard, and I hate repeating myself. But I'll make an exception, Erwin made his choice. I acted on it, now you might have to step up to bat. " 

Levi's words drew a small gasp from Armin, making him want to roll his eyes. 

" No one can live up to be Erwin, but I trust that you know what you're doing. Don't make me regret saving you now. " 

" Y-Yes sir! But can I ask a question? " 

That made a brow raise on Levi's face, a sign for Armin to carry on with what he was saying. The boy had to take a deep breath to even get the first word out. It almost made Levi scoff at a time like this. 

" Y-You l-love Commander Erwin, sir? Is-Is that true? " 

The stuttering fool really had the balls to ask. The captain almost looked impressed, but at the same time angered somewhat. 

" Yeah, I loved him, Artlet. A main factor playing on in why I wanted to use the syringe on him. But something happened during it, like I said. Don't make me regret it. " 

All he got was a frantic nod from the other blonde, even a salute for some reason. Levi responded with his own nod back, figuring now that his time alone with Erwin was up. Looking behind him at that grave, he sighed, his eyes narrowing somewhat. 

' Don't worry, Erwin. You won't be along for long, I said I'd follow you right? Into that same fire I'll soon be going. ' 

He whispered out, making his way to leave now. Going as far as to pat a startled Armin on the shoulder. His own line echoing inside his head to help cope with this, just tweaked a bit this time. 

' Plunder all your dreams, and lead those crying brats to victory. In his name. ' 

[miss-kittys-magical-library]

Last Christmas

Words: 2900

Warnings: Here we see the smut chapter. Fluff and smut.

A/N: again thanks to my homies @joz-stankovich and @robertsheehanownsmyass for encouragement!! Tag list: @magic-multicolored-miracle @elliethesuperfruitlover @super-unpredictable98​ @bisexualnathanyoung

Chapter 3- White Christmas

Violet unlocked her door and dropped a handful of bags in the foyer. The mistletoe and pine still softly twinkling where Nathan left it made her flush at the memory of their kiss. She shook it off as she struggled to drag in a large heavy duffle bag she collected from the casino.

“Hey, Seamus Finnegan!” she gave a shout and smiled to herself. “Come help me with your shit! Also you've got eight hundred messages on your phone.” Violet finally faced her apartment and gasped. Nathan had decorated while she was out.

White lights trimmed the door to her balcony. The island where they ate earlier shared a similar style to the one above her front door: Pine and some bows and lights scattered throughout. There was a six foot pine tree in the corner by her television showered with white lights as well (in fact all the lights Nathan used were white. Some twinkled, some were stagnate). There were ornaments of every shade of purple, flowers and silver tinsel littered the tree, and again the pine around the wood of the table her tv sat on. Any bow used was a deep purple with silver trim.

“Oh, Nathan.”

That's all Violet could whisper as she ran her hands along the bough that lined the kitchen island. She knew in her heart he would open his mouth and ruin the feeling of contentment and she had right now. Something witty or obscene, so she kept quiet and allowed it all to soak in.

Making her way to the Christmas tree, Violet reached out to touch everything. It was real, solid. Nathan made all of these with his.. magic? She couldn't believe that’s what it was. Magic. He was magical.

His face certainly is magical, too she thought to herself. Cheeks hot as the sensation of his tongue in her mouth flooded her memory. It's been so long, Vi. What would it hurt?

Except it wasn't just about wanting to sleep with Nathan. He challenged her with his smart mouth. Always tacking on a statement that would get him the most attention. That he couldn't just say anything nice or complimentary without sexual or sarcastic wit sprinkled in. But he was vulnerable with Violet when he was still locked up and just last night as he lay dying in her arms. When Nathan trusted someone his walls came crashing down.

And he could be selfish, but so far he used his powers for others. The money he tried to steal to give Marnie and someone else’s baby a better life. Violet knew the young mother didn't steal the poker chip, Nathan gave it to her and told her to take off so she wouldn't get caught up in his mess. The decorations and breakfast this morning, carrying her to the couch instead of leaving her on the floor. That asshole’s tongue at the club. Even trying to comfort Violet as a knife stuck out of HIS chest.

And Violet assumed he drove everyone insane, himself included. Yet he survived. Or found a way. He survived being homeless and whatever went on in London after that storm that affected him and his friends (She googled it, would bring them up later). He even survived prison; for a guy like Nathan that was impressive.

Violet liked some of her clients. She even struck up friendships with the better of them. ACTUAL friendships where they called and hung out whenever her schedule allowed. But this was a tiny seed planted in her heart that started to grow and blossom like the flowers on her Christmas tree. They weren't supposed to see each other ever again, and Violet would be able to uproot her feelings for the flirtatious Irishman and throw them away.

Except he was in her apartment, occupying more than just physical space. With his stupid green eyes and even dumber way he laughed loudly at all of his own jokes before anyone else could. Let's not even start on his stupid, handsome face caught between boyish and a man like puberty couldn't make up it's mind during Nathan’s late teen years and just decided to linger into his twenties. Or his weird body with the baby Bambi spindly legs but muscular arms (with dumb scene kid tattoos) and that chest she touched. With all that death she figured he would be cold, but he was human. Hot blooded, warm-skinned human.

God dammit, Duval. You can't do this. He's probably just doing what he does best when it comes to you. Surviving until he gets home to London. Plus, he's like, way too young for you.

Her sisters were gonna have a field day with this tomorrow at dinner. Would Nathan even want to go with her? She was so lost in her thoughts, that she only just noticed the flowers decorating her tree were her namesake, violets.

Somewhere far behind, Nathan cleared his throat. Violet still jumped, plucking a flower off as she did. “Hope you don't mind I jazzed up the place. Rather boring for a bird like you,” he said with a devilish grin. “I wasn't sure what ye liked. I closed my eyes and t’ought of you and all this happened.” He swept his hand around the room.

“It's rather thoughtful for you.”

“Don't you mean thoughtful OF me?”

“No I definitely meant FOR you” Violet challenged.

For only the second time since they met, Nathan was rendered speechless.. Mouth agape, thick eyebrow furrowed in confusion as he grappled for a comeback and failed. It was only when Violet looked at him struggling that she understood what was going on with her guest as he casually lounged against the wall.

Nathan was wearing one of her sheets wrapped around his lithe body in a makeshift toga. A tinfoil halo laid crookedly on his shaggy head. Violet also took notice of the outline of his member under the sheet. She couldn't help but gawk knowing he was naked. He didn't bother with the wings, as if he was “angel” enough for what he thought he was doing.

Violet laughed out loud and covered her mouth to hide mirthful giggles. Tears sprang to her eyes, and at one point she felt out of breath. Nathan, meanwhile, had a crimson climb up over his face. His eyes betrayed that for once maybe there was some sort of embarrassment going on. He crossed his arms self-consciously and rolled his eyes.

“Are ye done having a laugh?!” just a smidge of hurt in his voice. “Last time turn myself inta a sexy angel!” Nathan jerked his hips and sneered.

“You look so cute! You halo did me in! Be honest,” Violet pursed her lips to express another giggle, “What are you doing?” She could feel the answer before he said it.

Nathan waltzed over to just a few feet from Violet. He ran a hand down the length of his body with mischief in his eyes, “Who me? I go on top, love.”

“Not if I have a say in it.”

Nathan’s mouth hung open in disbelief. “What if I get there first?”

“I've got way more experience than you do. And I always come out on top.”

There was electricity in the air.

“Key word being come,” Nathan’s voice came out sleepier than usual.

His eyes drifted from Violet’s down to her mouth then back up as he teeth bit his entire bottom lip. If that was meant to be seductive it worked.

Violet felt out of her body when she clung to the back of Nathan’s neck so she could bring his mouth down to hers. Their tongues doing battle as she got her fingers wrapped up in the back of his head. Nathan’s strong hands on the curve of her waist so that he could bring her lower half onto the bulge under the sheet. She moaned unintentionally into his mouth.

Nathan was a little aggressive the way he almost choked Violet with his tongue. She bit into it between playful and defensive causing him to back off. Only breaking the kiss to remove her shirt. Their bodies molded together again as they made out in the living room.,

His hands kept flitting over her body in quick succession like he couldn't decide between her shoulder blades or her ass. Making up his mind instead to start fumbling around with the clasp of her bra. To Violet’s delight and surprise he managed to unhook the thing and helped her slide it off.

In a whirlwind Nathan picked Violet up so that she could wrap her long legs around his thin body. Violet took note that he was stronger than he looked as they stumbled through the hall. Tongues at war again while Nathan crashed Violet into a wall where he devoured one of her breasts.

“Ow,” she winced but giggled into his mouth. Her nails deep into the skin of his shoulders and neck for balance.

“Not sorry,” Nathan mumbled.

He bit at a nipple harshly before sucking on it and repeated this back and forth. Growling into her chest with his face inside her cleavage. Violet laughed louder than she meant to at the absurdity.

“OI!” Nathan cried, but joined in the laughter this time.

Now they lumbered towards the bedroom, Violet tugged on his hair and cried out as his tongue flicked and devoured her nipples softer than before. Once inside, Nathan literally threw Violet back on to her bed towards the pillows.

“What the fuck?!” Her face hurt from smiling and laughter. Afraid of what might happen to her expensive Versace panties, she took them off before Nathan could tear into the fabric himself.

Violet bit her finger, her skin goose-pimpled in the cold air of her apartment. Her patience began to grow somewhat thin even as her sex started to pulsate at the sight of Nathan’s erection under the toga he fought with.

“Do you want help?” she offered.

Nathan waved her off and it fell to the floor. His cock surprised her with the still attached foreskin strained against the head. Then she remembered most European guys were still intact.

Violet's view was mostly a short one because Nathan crawled across the bed towards her. That Lord of Chaos shit eating grin from ear to ear as he palmed her knees. He spread them till they touched the sheets. He sucked on her collarbone and pumped a finger or two deep inside Violet. The palm of his hand meeting her sex causing her to buck unexpectedly while he repeated himself a few times. Her actions only encouraged him to keep going

“Where did you learn any of this foreplay? Porn? Trial and error? Juvenile girls with low standards?”

“D. All of the above.” He groaned into Violet’s neck. Fingers still gliding in and out of her.

“Have you ever been with an older woman?”

Nathan startled Violet by staring at her all of a sudden. “How old is older woman?”

Violet grimaced, “Nope. Nevermind.”

Before long, Nathan stopped using his hand and all too hastily started to lap at Violet. His tongue swift and sloppy over her sex not even bothering to find her clit. Rapidly he licked at her slit like she was an ice cream he tried to eat before it melted. It wasn't unpleasant but it wasn't exactly getting her off.

“Nathan?” she cried out the question. “NATHAN!” louder.

He raised his head, mouth glossed with her wetness. “Ahyep?” His eyes heavy with desire.

“This is oral sex, Lucky Charms. Not a fucking pie eating contest. Slow down and put your mouth here,” she brushed fingers over the top of her sex and spread it enough to show him her clit.

Nathan’s eyes widened and followed her finger to the bud of nerves she all but pointed at. “So that's what it looks like,” he marveled.

Violet glanced heavenwards but a part of her felt bad. “I'm being serious, has no woman EVER told you how to get her off?”

Nathan littered her thighs with kisses from the knee towards her pelvis. Making his way up the other to the opposite knee. He smiled at the way Violet’s body arched into the sensation. “Nah. Usually get a quick toss in then never see ‘em again. Marnie was my first missus.”

“Well then just use the tip of your tongue and make small circles.” Her breath caught when Nathan obeyed. “You can suck on.. Like. Fuck,” her hips writhed under his mouth “and just..” she mewled and lost concentration.

He caught on quickly. The rhythm of his tongue matched the way Violet rocked herself into mouth. More and more rapid he worked his tongue between circles and sucking. His actions and her wrapped up in a cycle of give and receiving

Violet vibrated. One hand clawed at Nathan’s neck. The other clutched the headboard as she felt electricity course through her. She bent forward at the power of her unexpected orgasm. The hood of her sex contracted around his tongue, liquified, she screamed his name.

Nathan pushed himself up and laid down on top of Violet before she could get her bearings. His tongue deep inside her mouth again as the head of his cock twitched and poked at her cunt.

“Na-Nathan, what are you doing?” she managed to catch her breath.

“Getting a toss in. Ye had yours, now it’s time t’give us a go. Right?” he teased her with the head slick already with his pre-cum.

“Not without a condom you don't.” Violet wedged her hands between her chest and Nathan’s to push him away. She searched around in her nightstand drawer, hyper-aware of the immaculate knife placed back inside. A flash of his dead body, but she held up a condom instead.

A kiss puckered on lips that fell. “A what?”

“You don't have condoms in Europe?” her eyebrow curved.

“Well sure but I've never used one.”

Nathan was so matter of fact it took Violet by surprise. Still, he took the package from her, hesitating to open it. He was rather tentative about what was inside.

“You've got to be fucking joking,” Violet took the rubber from him in haste and rolled her eyes. “I don't know where your dick has been.”

Nathan kneeled over her legs, his cock at perfect attention. “Aw COME ON!” he whined. “They're mostly clean council estate girls! Once there was one of those Thai ladyboys,” he stroked his chin, “but I didn't even realize my cock wasn't in a fanny”

“Fuck me.”

“I'M TRYING, SWEETHEART!! NO ONE’S EVER SHOWN ME HOW T’PUT ONE ON!”

Violet softened once more and sighed. She laid the condom on her chest and took Nathan by the waist to make him scoot towards her. For shits n giggles she raked her nails down his hips and he buckled with slight pain and pleasure. Violet smirked but took his cock in one hand while rolling the rubber over the shaft and down to the base expertly. She kissed his stomach, erection twitching as he came in proximity to get mouth.

Violet traced a fingertip over the stars he had tattooed down his pelvic bone. “What the hell possessed you?” She gazed up at him through her bangs.

Nathan caressed her cheek down to her lips where Violet sucked on his finger. She nipped playfully at it waiting for an answer. “It's shooting stars (stairs) all the way down t’ the milky fucking way”

Violet immediately regretted her decision to ask. Again. She had to remind herself he wasn't immature per se, more like stunted. Nathan had a good heart under the cushion of sarcasm and arrogance. A heart she placed the palm of her hand against to feel its steady beat.

“I'm only joking. Was a good place t’ hide it from mum. We can shag now right?”

Violet laid back on the pillows and opened up to him. Without hesitation, Nathan plowed into her. That pelvic bone collided with Violet’s as the breath escaped her lungs. Sweat gleamed along his chest and forehead mixed with the scent of her sex as his pace became almost ludicrous. There was pounding and diving into the hilt. As far inside of Violet as she allowed.

This is actually ok, she thought to herself as she attempted to match his speed and failed.

Violet laid under Nathan while he rutted like a wild animal. Breathless and panting as he attempted multitasking: Kissing her and fucking her. He failed at least one and opted to immerse himself in her hair as his body spasmed a release so violent and sudden all that escaped Nathan's throat was a strangled cry.

He collapsed on the pillows beside Violet and almost immediately passed out. She merely snorted, rolled away to check the time. It was then she felt soft, cold pinpoints on her bare arms and chest and hair. What was going on outside in the Nevada desert she registered as happening inside her bedroom.

Violet rolled over to face her lover. Snowflakes covered his bangs and long eyelashes. She held out her hands to catch giant fluffy flakes. Those same flakes fell inches high on her balcony but nowhere else. Violet snuggled into the chest of the man who slept beside her. Lost in his ecstasy, it appeared that he made it snow.

Nathan had given Violet her first white christmas.

[supersizemeplz]

Perhaps She Did

Part Two

Abraham “from Us” x Black Female Character

Another #supersizedfic short. This is the second and last part to this series, and hopefully it flows like it did in my mind. Enjoy!

One night turned to two. Two turned to four, four to eight, and eight to ten before the line had been drawn. That face was imprinted into her memory, burned into the forefront of her mind. Every moment she'd surrendered to a restful slumber was overcome by the mystery of him. His tall frame towering over her as if she'd shrunken. Those dark eyes that seemed all too focused on her, as if she were the most fascinating thing alive. The large, rough hands that had touched her skin as delicate as they'd known how. Almost afraid that they'd break her somehow.

Exhaustion was a understatement.

Tired didn't seem to hold weight to what she felt. None of the dots she'd made connected. He was a complete stranger, but none like she'd ever seen. As much as she hoped she never seen him again, it annoyed her that a small part of her wanted answers. All the scenarios she'd made about him -including how he could be a deranged killer or crazed pervert- failed to stop her thought of going back to that place. Something made her think neither of those were the case because he spared her.

Putting her fairly new car into park, she pressed the start button to silence it. The headlights cut off and she sat in silence for a moment. "Am I really doing this shit?" Laying her forehead against the furry steering wheel cover, she sighed with closed eyes. "Fuck. I guess I am."

It took three deeps breaths and a encouraged 'get it over with, bitch' to get out of the car. Her attire was much different from the first night she'd encountered the cool breeze of the beach. She zipped the jacket to her tracksuit, slipping her keys and hands into the small pockets. The running shoes on her feet were a bit dated, only seeing the light of day when she had to run a quick errand and wasn't dressed up.

The fair ground was definitely creepier when it was damn near deserted. Honestly it could've been because the fair music still played. A few people straggled around, consisting of a handful of employees and booth owners that were cleaning up. Though with them being focused on trying to finish and get home, she slipped by with ease. A few rhymed two steps down the stairs and she stood before the abandoned house of mirrors.

She took slow steps up the stairs to the building, holding a hand to her chest in hopes to ease her heartbeat. "I'm really doing this shit." The phrase left her lips three times before she silenced. There at the door of the place that's held her mind hostage, she popped her knuckles and nibbled her bottom lip in hopes of relaxing. As if her nervous ticks would help the situation.

Finally putting the sandy sole of her right shoe to the wooden floor, she swallowed her fear. Or at least half of it. She felt like she was in a scary movie, and she was being that one girl that always went towards the danger no matter how much people yelled at the screen for her to do different.

"You got this, girl. You got this, girl. Yo- Fuckkk." The curse came out high pitched with widened eyes and a jump back towards the entrance. Her heart began its racing at this point. "That fucking owl. I knew it was coming and yet it still scared the shit out of me." The angered mumble was more to herself, making her roll her eyes.

Once she'd reached the big room of mirrors where the maze began, she just stood there. Her reflection looked right back at her. Waiting for something she wasn't even sure was real. "Well, we're here. Now what?" She spoke to her reflection, yet it said nothing back. Just as she'd expected. Honestly, she didn't think she'd get this far so her plan wasn't really a plan.

Looking around, she seen nothing jump out to her as a hint. There was no sign to help her figure out the next step. "Hello?" The unsure greeting left her lips without a thought otherwise. Nothing. Another minute passed before she sighed, partly relieved that there was no reply.

That was until she heard the floor creak. Coming from her right. She turned to the sound with a quickness, hugging the pepper spray that was attached to the key ring in her pocket. Just in case it wasn't him, but also if it was.

She calls her greeting again, gulping once he showed himself. So she wasn't tripping. He was just as tall as she remembered, and getting taller the closer he came to her. His steps were heavy and slow like the steady beat of a bass drum. The same red jumpsuit hugged his body, showing a peek of his chest from behind where the second button was supposed to be fastened.

Once he makes it to her frozen being, she's tilted her head back to keep her eyes on his face. He still sports that same mean mug as he reciprocates the interest. Squinting even in the tinted spotlight that adorned them both. Her hands stay to her sides, clenching softly once he lifts a hand to her face. The grunt of acknowledgment that followed was like his greeting, at least to her it was.

He seemed to like the feeling of her skin, it's softness compared to the harsh contrast of his. His thumb stroked her cheek to take in its fullness. The grunt he repeated broke her from her frozen state. Maybe he was trying to communicate?

She swallowed for the third time that night, slowly inching her hand to lay over his. "Hey.. I don't know if I sound crazy.." This was a crazy situation, why wouldn't she? "But i haven't been able to stop thinking about you since the other night. And what you are.. Who you are..."

Her soft hand eased to his face, hoping not to startle him. As if he was a squirrel and not a full grown male. He leaned into her touch without hesitation to her intention. Probably because she didn't look like any threat to him, especially since he was twice as tall it seemed.

His beard was full of thick and healthy coils, dark as coal against his skintone. For someone who lived in an abandoned fun house, he was groomed well. For the most part. His short nails were clean though his hair and beard could use a trim.

"Perfect.." He struggles to say the word, but she makes it out just fine. The hint of a smile tugs at her lips. He thought she was perfect? If she could count the amount of times she'd been called that on her hands she'd only be five fingers in. Was she really this desperate for affection?

He just stared at her, looking to her with those dark eyes. The scent of her perfume caught his nose and inched her closer. Leaning forward, his lips were mere inches away from hers. It reminded him of the show from the television in the break room of the basement below. His odd yet familiar world.

The women always swooned for the man, and the moments where they were this close ended with kisses. Oh shit, is he going to kiss me? She panicked mentally, not wanting to suddenly frighten him. A kiss would be weird right. So to prevent the moment in case it was happening, she spoke. "Do you have a name?"

The question was a bit shaky, but he stepped back to think about it. She let go of a breath she didn't realize she had. For the first time that tonight, he looked away from her. He was definitely trying to think of his name, but it looked like a struggle. His eyebrows pushed together once again, and he opened his mouth before closing it again.

He touched his throat, rubbing the area as if it was sore. "A-Abe" The word was repeated hoarsely, as if there was more to it. Yet he stopped trying, making a pained face as his hand kept rubbing his throat. Water. She'd had a water bottle in the car.

"Do you need a drink to help?" He looked to her as she asked the question. Confusion was apparent on his face so she explained further. "Hold on, I'll be back." She took a step backward and he watched her intensely. Turning away from him, she quickened her step to get out of the building. The owl didn't scare her this time.

The trip to her car was quick, mostly because she ran. Thoughts of firing up the engine and dipping crossed her mind, but she didn’t really want to leave him here. In that sad place, probably alone and eating off whatever poor animal found it way down there. Breathing a curse, she made her way back to him. Water bottle in hand.

Don’t do this.

She scolded herself on the current thought dancing in her head. Her footsteps drowned out the thoughts until they were hushed by the sand. They slowed once she’d reached the building again. Don’t do this. He stood outside the door, gazing up at the stars above. They held his attention for a while, ignoring her presence for a moment. After a while and a cool breeze passed, he looked to her. Something different was in his eyes.

She held the water bottle out, motioning for him to take it. Don’t do this. He looked at the bottle before looking back to her. His larger hand reached for the plastic container, taking it from her softly. Though it crackled in his large hand when he pulled it towards him.

Don’t do this.

Standing there watching him scarf down the water, that nagging thought never left her mind. He was here all alone and she was supposed to be what? A savior to him, helping him from this traumatic life. Shaking her head, she took a turn to look to the sky before looking back to him.

He stared at her, tilting his head to study the change in her body language. She took a step forward, accepting the empty water bottle he held out. His other hand caught her wrist, holding it as he stepped closer to her. “Perfect.” He spoke the word again, a bit clearer since he’d had water.

His hand never loosened to release her, but then again he had no intention to. She gulped, watching as he looked back to the building. But the first step he took towards it with her in tow scared her. “Wait..” He didn’t spare her a glance, ignoring her as she fought to loosen his grip. Panic rose within her, creeping up her neck and holding back the scream she wanted to give.

He kept his focus on his path, whispering ‘Perfect’ as they both entered the building. Her putting up a fight and refusing to be easy prey. It barely bothered him, only being a persistent quick pain from her hits to his arms. Suddenly stopping her assault, she complied for a moment.

He’d eased his grip, just enough to stop the pain in her wrist. She mumbled his name, saddening her voice and it actually made him stop. His dark eyes looked back to her as she caressed his hand. That soft skin never failed to fascinate him. Just long enough for that owl to pop out and give a hard hit to the side of his head.

His hand slipped as he went to hold his head, growling at the sudden pain. This was her break. She turned away to get her running start. Her feet hit the wooden boards beneath her with force. Each step getting her closer to freedom. “Shit!” A force caught the back of her jacket, pulling her back. Away from the entrance and more into the darkness.

In a quick moment of thought, she started at her zipper. Fighting her from the confines of the warm jacket, lifting the force off her and free her once again. This time she wasted no time getting out. Her heavy, ragged breaths only got louder the farther she ran. Feet fighting against the sand, her knee met the wood of the stairs that get her to the fair ground.

The cold air fought against her as she made her way to the car sitting at the parking lot. His animalistic grunt called behind her, definitely from the man running behind her. She fought the fearful tears that threatened to taint her cheeks. Get to the car. The chant was her encouragement, even when she’d heard those thuds make it to the old wooden steps of the fair.

Her hands fumbled with the keys, shaking as she heard his footsteps coming closer. Another angry growl and she’d managed to opened the driver side door. Scrambling into the car, she brought it to life and locked the doors behind her. As she quickly threw the car in reverse, she didn’t dare look back until she’d made it to the street.

Catching the dark red of his jumpsuit showing the silhouette of his body in the red of the taillights. Tall and beastly as he watched her, yelling after her. The tears flowed freely as she tried to calm her breathing. She’d be damned if she crashed anywhere near this place because of blurry eyes. This was a defining moment in her life, for her future.

Was this going to be the last night she stayed in this god forsaken town? Perhaps it was.

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[i-run-with-a-wolfpack]

One Question♡ Paul

Pairing: Paul Lahote and fem reader [OC]

Warning: mature language and sexual situations

1 part complete

Words: 2,138

One Question

"One question...are you going somewhere?"

I sighed deeply.  Freezing rain was pelting my car, the trees were painted with ice, and the sky was gloomy.  Every surface was covered and it kept coming down. I noticed the power line sagging under the weight of it all and I wondered how much longer before it snapped and we lost power.  Well, he lost power. I don't live here. 

"Well?" Paul prompted from the other side of the room.

I drew a heart on the window pane in the fog that my breath has created.  I didn't know why I drew a heart. It wasn't like I knew what love is. Sure we said 'I love you,' but if we didn't act like it, then did we really?

I turned slowly to find Paul reclining on the couch, soft black flannel pajama pants resting beautifully low on his trim hips. No shirt.  God, did he ever wear a shirt? Hardly ever. In fact, it was weird to see him wear one.

My eyes travelled up to his face.  That fucking smirk pissed me off. But it was there.

We've been fighting since yesterday, maybe longer.  Really it's just the same fight as always. It's about the only thing we ever argue about.

Don't talk to other guys. Period.

I knew this by now.  After he revealed to me several months ago, that I was his imprint, it didn't take long to realize that Paul was possessive with a capital "P."

But this particular fight started at the grocery store.  Once I heard there was winter storm coming, most likely nothing but a downpour of ice, I knew I needed supplies.  The chances of getting back out in this were slim and now I could see I was right to get the extra bread and milk.  The roads were treacherous and my car was a block of ice.

"It's kinda bad out there, huh?" Paul smiled a little as he rubbed a flattened palm up and over his stomach and back down again.

I sighed deeply and retreated into the kitchen.   Begrudgingly, I yanked different ingredients from the refrigerator and pantry with the intent of making myself a sandwich.  And that dickhead didn't deserve anything. I thought I'd let him starve. 

My mind wandered back to yesterday at the store...where the fight started.  Paul had sauntered over to the magazine aisle, no doubt to peruse the car magazines, leaving me to decide on something for dinner.  In the produce section, I fondled the tomatoes and made my choice. "What I wouldn't give to be that tomato." A voice from behind me whispered.

I turned slightly, noticing the young guy next to me with the amazing smile.  I watched as he lifted heavy sacks of potatoes like they were nothing, hoisting them up to rest in an intricate pyramid in the wooden bin.  He glanced over at me and caught me staring at him as he worked. I had seen him in the store a few times before, but he had never spoken to me.  His voice was nice. "Can I help? Find something, that is."

Then he laughed.  And I laughed. God, I'm a dork.  I grabbed a little container of strawberries and inspected it carefully.  "No.  I'm good," I replied quickly.  

He nodded and moved behind me.  I could feel his eyes on me and his shoulder as he brushed past me.  "Stocking up for the big storm I see," he casually announced as he moved to stand beside my cart.

I smiled a little, thankful there wasn't anything in the cart that I didn't want him to see.  Well, except for…

He zeroed in on exactly what I didn't want him to see and he blushed nervously.  "Well I was gonna say that I hope you have someone to keep you warm tonight...but I guess you already do."

I gave him a tight smile as my eyes darted away from his intense stare. I tossed the strawberries into the cart in a feeble attempt to cover the extra large box of condoms that Paul had tossed in, because I knew I didn't grab them.  Another weird laugh came from me. Dork.

"I really don't think you need to worry about who's keeping her warm tonight...asshole."

I gasped when I felt Paul's fingers tighten around my hips from behind...yesterday and again right now.

"Quit it, Paul," I argued weakly as he pressed against me, trapping me between his towering body and the edge of the counter.  

"That looks good," he observed as he leaned over my me, his breath fanning over my exposed collarbone.  I reached up to adjust my shirt and use it to cover my shoulder as it had slipped down. Paul pushed my hand aside as he reached for my sandwich and took a bite.

I sighed as I began to create another one.  I was hungry too, dammit! I could hear Paul munching in my ear and I could feel drops of chicken salad plop onto my shoulder.  "Sorry about that," he sighed, his voice low and growly.

I stretched my arm across counter to reach the paper towel holder, only to have Paul's large hand encircle my wrist and pull it back to my side.  "Paul…"

I squeezed my eyes shut as his tongue flattened and smoothed over my skin, licking away any remnants of his spilled lunch. I gripped the edge of the counter tightly, pressing my lips together in an effort not to scream.  He's only licking my shoulder, for fuck's sake!

A small whimper began to form in the back of my throat as his teeth grazed the sensitive skin on the side of my neck.  Goosebumps erupted up and down my arms as his stubble brushed my skin. "One question…"

"Hmmm?" I squeaked.

Paul's hands slid up under my thin sweatshirt, climbing up to cup my breasts gently.  My head fell back to rest on his shoulder. His lips curled around my earlobe and I shivered.  "Are you still mad at me?" he breathed.  

"Yes," I replied without hesitation. 

"One question…"

I rolled my eyes and laughed a little. Only because he always said 'one question' and then proceeded to continue asking more, usually asking different versions of the same question until he got the desired answer.

"Can I taste you?"

I squeezed my thighs together and sucked in a deep breath. "Paul…"

"I'll take that as a yes," he declared as he lifted me by my midsection and carried me the short distance to the dining room table. He held my wrists, pressing my hands flat on the wooden surface in front of me.  I panted when I felt him push into me from behind.

"I'm still mad at you," I insisted with a shaky voice.

"So you said, Babydoll," Paul growled as he peeled my leggings and panties down and discarded them.  

I turned in his arms, facing him now, ready to continue our fight.  His eyes were bright with desire, incredibly turned on by my insistence that we argue more.  If I didn't know better, I'd swear he only started these fights with me so we could have the mind-blowing sex that followed. "You embarrassed me at the store yesterday.  You didn't have to be such a dick."

I watched Paul's expression change, suddenly worried that I had gone too far.  He rubbed his hand over his face and sighed. "One question…"

I rolled my eyes and nodded as I yanked on my sweatshirt in a feeble attempt to cover my myself.  "Did you really expect me not to say anything? That kid was hitting on you. Don't you care?" he insisted.

I huffed and scowled at him.  "That's like… two questions."

He laughed and I gasped when he bent down, slid his hands around my thighs and lifted me up onto the table.  His grip on my knees curled behind as he lifted, forcing me to lie back. "You didn't answer my question."

I swallowed thickly when Paul lowered his face and his head disappeared below my shirt.  I could feel his lips on my stomach and my mind went blank. "The question?" I prompted with a shaky voice.

His head popped back up and he leaned in close to my face.  "Don't you care that kid was hitting on you?"

I shook my head quickly. "It doesn't matter, Paul.  I'm with you," I breathed as my hands held his jaw. "Every guy in town can talk to me and it won't change how I feel about you. Don't you know that by now?"

Paul squeezed his eyes shut before yanking me to the edge of the table and disappearing between my thighs.  My back arched when that wide, wet tongue of his worked it's way to my most sensitive place and I had to hold onto the edge of the table.  I panted furiously as his fingers slid inside me and worked in tandem with his mouth to take me to the brink.

I could feel myself teetering close to the edge when I reached for and dug my fingers into his broad shoulders.  That feeling was lost when he slung my legs over his shoulders, wrapped his arms around my thighs and carried me to the living room with my ass resting on his chest, my hair swinging below me as he walked.  I grasped the back of his neck with both hands, holding on for dear life. "Paul! You're gonna drop me," I whimpered.

He knelt down in front of the fireplace, holding me a few feet above the fluffy rug in the center of the room.  "You really think I would drop you, Babydoll?"

My eyes went wide as he let me drop, just to pull me back at the last second.  I squirmed in his arms as he smiled down at me. "I could never hurt you," he insisted as he finally lowered me to the floor all while still nestled between my thighs.

When Paul leaned toward to capture my lips in a kiss, I held a finger to his mouth and I cocked my head.  "Are you ever gonna trust me to be around other men?"

Paul sighed deeply, resting on his elbows with his lips mere inches from mine.  "I do trust you. It's them I don't trust. How could I ever live with myself if let you get away?  You mean everything to me and I...I…"

That's all I needed to hear before closing the distance between us and pressing my lips to his.  "I love you," he mumbled over and over against my mouth.  

I knew it.  I'd known it for months and more than that...I could feel it.  I felt it in the way he protected me, even when I didn't need it.  I felt it in the way he worried over things I didn't even notice. His love for me was all consuming, confusing and most times, overbearing.  But the idea that I wouldn't have him in my life had my heart clenching in fear.

Paul Lahote drove me crazy with his jealousy and 'one question' stuff, but I wouldn't have it any other way.  I was his and he was mine.

He gazed down at me when I began tugging on those pajama pants of his.  "You sure?" he questioned breathlessly, his brow furrowing with concern. 

I nodded quickly and laughed when he made quick work of discarding them.  "One question," he smirked as he pulled off my shirt and tossed it near his pants. 

"Okay?" I urged, eager to feel him inside me.

Paul licked his way between my breasts and raised his head to meet my curious eyes.  "Do you love me...want me...as much as I want you?"

I sighed sadly at how insecure my baby boy could be sometimes.  I smiled widely as I reached between us and guided him to enter me. His hips lunged forward and he pressed his forehead to mine, waiting for my reply.  "I love you, Paul. I want you...so much."

His eyes drifted closed and he nodded slowly as we moved together, getting lost in each other.  The sounds of the ice hitting the window and tree branches snapping under the weight of of the furious drizzle that wouldn't let up were all around us. I jumped when the power went out and the house went silent.  The only light in the room coming was from the fireplace and illuminating Paul's beautiful face.  

His eyes snapped open as he continued to move inside me.  "One question…" he began. "Should I stop?"

"Don't you dare," I insisted as I rolled us over and took charge. 

Paul held me tightly against him as we rode out the storm… together.

The End ♡

[nyeonisparks]

BEAUTY AND THE BEAST PT. 2

The grip on my throat was firm, breathing seemed out of the question. For once in my life, I was thankful for my uncanny strength. My hands instinctively clenched together, my body shifted on its own, I took a swing with enough intensity to at least get the man off of me. Blood gushed from my adversary. He covered his nose, his smirk never faltering. "You caught me off guard, normal people would instinctively grab their foes wrist, in hopes of them letting go."

"uck," I choked on my words, trying to breathe again. I staggered over to him, clearing my throat. He tilted his head to the side, glancing at me.

"Now, I'm gonna kick your smarmy little ass!" Stepping forward, I swung at him; however, he dogged my attack with incredible speed.

"And why do I need my ass kicked? You were the one who came into my home," He was right, I loathe violence, yet here I am, using it on someone who was just defending their own space. "Hehe, and you said I was the monster, but look at you, hurting an innocent man" no, he's wrong, I was defending myself, he was at my throat.

His eyes looked at me in a way no village had. There was no anger, no hate, no fear. For someone that had just gotten their nose punched in, he didn't seem too frightened of me. "Look, I'm sorry for intruding, I was just trying to escape the storm, and I'm also sorry for calling you a monster," I know how much it hurts to be called a monster too. He didn't say anything, it was almost like he had lost all interest in me. "Is your nose okay?" Even though I didn't start the fight, I felt guilty.

"I'm fine, you can leave now" His tone was bitter, he had turned his back on me,

"Sorry to be a bother but, I have no place to go," I had to swallow my pride and think rationally.

"That's not my problem," anger arose in me, but I held it back.

"Please, can you help me" He looked over his shoulder at me, his nose bleeding at the bridge, my knuckles had scraped off the skin. I felt judged by his eyes. He turned to face me again, walking closer, I was on guard this time, no way was I gonna fall for the same trick twice.

"Beg"

"Excuse me, I don't think I heard you right" I hope to god I didn't hear him right.

"Get on your knees, and beg," His voice was rigid, yet he wore a smile.

"No way in hell am I doing that!"

"Then leave, get eaten by wolves, starve to death for all I care," He shrugged his shoulders. I knew if worse came to worse, I could always go back to the village; however, I had abandoned my friends, I wouldn't be able to face them again, I would be too ashamed. I knelt down,

"Please... Please let me stay," I looked up for his approval. He seemed pleased.

"Good boy" It was faint, but I heard him loud and clear before I could protest, he spoke, "You can stay for the night."

"For tonight!" I shouted, "I have nowhere to go, what am I supposed to do tomorrow!?" He laughed

"Beg again," a low growl escaped me. Of course, the one place I stumbled upon had a sadist living in it with horns and goat feet, who is so kind as to let me stay one night, after begging. What is he, the devil's spawn? Or is he the devil himself?

"I'm Heiwajima Shizuo, I used to live in a village not far from here."

"What caused you to be thrown onto my doorstep?" the man asked.

I sighed,

"I have unnatural strength, when I was younger, I ran around destroying anything that pissed me off or using it to fight anyone who pissed me off" I inhaled deeply before I continued, letting my nerves cool down. "Then I met Tom-san, he was always so kind to me, he helped me pick up some tricks to calm me down, although he would get bullied by the other kids, so I beat them up. Now that we're older, it seems like all the villagers hate Tom just for being around me, I can't be a burden to him any longer." The man nodded along.

"So, you want to become my burden instead?"

"WHY ARE YOU SUCH AN ASSHOLE!!" He shrugged

"I'm Orihara Izaya," His Arm stretched out, claws emerging like daggers.

"Oh, uh, nice to meet you" Izaya cupped my hand with both of his,

"Will you join me for dinner, I want to hear more about this power of yours" He tilted his hand with a smile. I

Nodded,

Izaya pointed up the stairs, I turned towards the direction. "There is a room on the left, have Saki take you there, I have work to do."

"Work, what kind o-"when I turned to face him, he was already gone.

I trudged up the long staircase, Izaya had descended from. His candelabra sat on the thick corner of the railing. I grasped the light source in my hand

"Ahh, not so hard!" it screeched, startling me. I looked more closely at the candelabra; the design was a girl holding the candles. "Your grip is too tight," she said.

"Oh, sorry," I loosen my hand a bit, "Is that better?"

"Yes, thank you, I'm Saki, by the way," So this was what Saki Izaya had mentioned. I introduced myself and asked about a room Izaya had told me about. Saki was happy to guide me down the dark hallway. With Saki by my side, the darkness shewed away.

"Do you know why the mirrors are smashed?" I asked,

"I can't say for sure," she smiled, but her eyes clouded with sadness. "Izaya-san must be happy you're here."

"Tsk, I don't think so, he told me I can only stay for tonight," Saki giggled, but didn't say anything else. "Why do you think he's happy I'm here?"

"He's lonely," She said,

At the end of the hallway stood a large wooden door, elegant designs were carved so nicely into the wood. A silver handle was dusted over. I opened the door, stepping into the room. A bed layout in front of me. It looked so cozy, and I was so tired. Even though I wanted to give in to sleep, I couldn't. Izaya had invited me for dinner, I didn't give a verbal response, but I had nodded in agreement.

"Dinner won't be ready for a while," Saki informed me.

"What am I supposed to do until then?"

"Read something, that's what I see Izaya-san do all the time."

"I don't know how... to read," I felt embarrassed, my face flushed, and I set Saki down on a nightstand.

"That's okay, Izaya-san can teach you" The thought of that left a bad taste in my mouth. There just is something off with this guy. I don't like him. I laid down in the bed, letting my limbs seek into the plush. Saki watched me from the nightstand. What am I supposed to do? I feel so trapped. Some time had passed, Saki told me to get changed into something more presentable for dinner. I did as I was told, in the room stood a wardrobe. I quickly changed, discarding my old rags for soft silks—a white button-down, with a black and red vest, and complementary slacks. Saki escorted me to the Dinner room. But it was more like me accompanying her as she told me directions. I was guided into a well-lit room, with a full dining table filled with food. Izaya sat at the head of the table. I seated myself beside him, setting Saki down on the table, Izaya glanced at her, and she did her best nod, then descended from the table with the help of a chair. Now it was just Izaya and me alone.

I served myself a plate of food and started eating, I didn't notice how starved I was. Izaya watched me scarf down my meal, not even touching his.

"Aren't you going to eat?" I asked

"I much rather watch you" Tremors ran down my spine, I shivered at these words. Why was this guy so weird? His claws tapped in a rhythm on the tabletop. I watched them intently, they looked trimmed and clean. "Do you like them?" His voice caught me off guard, and I quickly turned away.

"oh, uh, sorry, I didn't notice.." I trailed off, facing my attention towards him as he pulled on my hand,

"You can touch them if you want," he said. I took his hand into my own. Rubbing my thumb over his smooth nails. Their deep black color didn't stop at the nail, the darkness traveled till the bend of his fingers. As I kept looking, I noticed feathers prickled out at his wrist. His long sleeves encased the rest of his arm, but my curiosity made me long to see how far up his arm the feathers ran.

"They're pretty," I admitted. Izaya's beaming smile wasn't unusual, but what surprised me was when he rose from his chair and gripped the back of mine. "You know..." he lifted my chin up, enticing me with his somber eyes. "You're not so bad yourself," he purred, he was so close to me. My cheeks heated and I looked away,

"W-what are you doing" my voice was uneasy. Suddenly Tom's words came flooding back to me,

"until he became aware of his selfishness."

"Do you think I'm a fool.." my attention shifted to my lap, blonde lockes covering my heated face. I could feel him trying to tilt my head back towards him. Even though he’d lose this battle. He hummed "What do you mean?"

"Don't play dumb with me, I get it now, why you let me stay, why you had me come to dinner, and why you're trying to kiss me… you think the curse will be lifted by a kiss? You really are selfish" The air went stiff. Pulling away he hissed out,

"How predictable," bearing a pained expression, eyes glaring into me, it was clear that my predictions were right, he only gave me the option of staying here so he could use me to break his curse. He couldn't defend his actions from the truth. "Why did you have to come here, did she bring you here out of spite?" I could hear the gritting out his teeth,

"What? Who are you talking about?"

"The fairy" I watched him dip his claws into his wine glass, his features faded back into his smug smirk. A swift motion of his hand that had been dipped into the wine sliced at my chest, I was quick to back up, my chair getting knocked over in the process; however it had already been too late, a wound started spewing blood from my chest. "Now, you will be staying here with me," I was frozen. "Did you think I came unprepared? Obviously, there was a chance you would figure out my plan, it wasn't a very elaborate one" He snickered, "So I had a backup, what was in my glass wasn't wine, it was poison, I had one of my servants make it for me. It’s a slow working poison, so it won’t become deadly for about a week or two."

"What the hell!" I shouted

"Don't worry, there's an antidote, but you’ll only get it if you help lift the curse. However, if you don't lift it in time, you will end up like the rest of the unfortunate,in a ditch, dead." He cackled out, "Isn't this fun?"

"I shouldn’t have left the village” The realization hitting me too late, I had let myself get poisoned.

This wasn’t my original idea, I was inspired by a post @shizaya-incorrectquotes reposted. I’m pretty sure the creator of this writing prompt was @whowhatmeow

[n3bulas-and-satelites]

alright this is the second time i've seen this post float by so i'm gonna put in my two cents. Long post warning.

I was in 8th grade when someone in my class told me my eyebrows looked like fuzzy caterpillars. Thirteen years old. I went home that day and proceeded to attempt to figure out how to make my eyebrows look less fuzzy.

Plucking hurt. So I changed tactics and tried a razor. Absolutely demolished half of one eyebrow. I did my best to try and make the other one match, and I then trimmed down the hairs that remained with my mum's scissors that she used on her bangs.

As time went on, I got used to plucking them. Any time i entered my bathroom at home, 20 additional minutes were spent plucking the tiniest hairs out of the "bad" space around where my brows were "supposed to be". On bad days when I was anxious, it was easily 45 minutes of this ritual.

Any time I entered my bathroom.

The first time I left home overnight after establishing this habit was a nightmare. I didn't bring the tweezers. Even if I had, I didn't have the hand mirror I would have needed. I would break out in anxious sweats thinking about how, the next morning, I wouldn't be able to deal with my brows as part of my "put myself together" morning routine.

I never forgot those items again.

I had half brows through high school. When I realized how stupid it looked, I started trying to make them into a shape with eyeliner pencils. Brow pencils weren't really enough. The habit I developed when I was 13 had such a massive grip on me that it was the best I could do. I couldn't combat the ever-present need to fiddle with them when I was in the bathroom at home for any reason. Brushing my teeth? Check my brows. Dealing with acne? Check my brows. Going to take a shower? Better check them before AND after. If I didn't, I felt out of place or out of control or that I had missed something INCREDIBLY important.

Endlessly. It was an unhealthy obsession.

I would hold onto this obsession for dear life until I had moved out of my parents' house and across the country and made a few other stops along the way.

I was 24 when I finally managed to get control of this habit long enough to actually let my brows grow into a shape.

I still didn't really have brows until I was 26, and I was lucky. Most folks who obsessively pluck like that don't ever get regrowth enough to have an actual, complete eyebrow. I do have trouble growing hairs in certain spots when they've fallen out naturally, but it at least happens eventually.

I'm a lot better about it now. I can go a night or two without plucking them and be fine. I'll be really grossed out when I do get around to messing with them, but it doesn't consume my anxious thoughts or distract me from daily life.

It's still part of my wake up and go to bed rituals. But I have rules about it now. I have designated No Pluck space and I have reasonably full brows now. I still fill them in a little bit when I go out because I think it looks nicer that way with my current glasses, but I just use brow pencils.

If you've made it this far, I want you to take a few things away from this:

If someone can't fix something about their appearance in two minutes or less, don't fucking comment on it if it's something negative. Mind your business and stay in your lane.

If someone's ever said something they thought was inane to you and it triggered some massive life-derailing habit like this for you, I am so sorry and I hope you learn to at least live in your body. It is yours. You only get one. I want to hope you learn to love it, but that isn't the reality for everyone.

And if you are in the midst of one of these destructive habits, it can be controlled and it will be okay. Sometimes shit like this is an indicator that you need to chat with a therapist. These habits typically form as crutches or self-destructive coping mechanisms because they give you a weird sense of control over. It means there's something going on that you either aren't dealing with or can't deal with alone.

Lastly, the overly plucked or extremely thin eyebrow fad is just that. It's a fad. It's temporary. And you can destroy your brow hair follicles or skin and they may not recover properly and you will very likely regret it when you're old. I will acknowledge that this isn't going to be true for everyone, but for MOST people, this will be the case. Don't feel pressured to comply with something like this if you're not sure you want to do it.

zoomers i am going to give you some fathrly advice: really plucked brows are coming back. dont do it. you cn permanently fuck them up and in 5 yrs when its not on trend you will look like shit. a groomed natural brow works in every era of fashion theres lots of ways to comb and style brows to trend without mangling them. im just saying this as someone who saw what happened to 80s moms who went crazy wth the tweezers

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Josiah was quite for the majority next, closing her eyes for the time while both her hands came over her lower abdomen and laced together by the fingers.

Though, 529 paid Josiah little mind, it was safe to say that Alto made a fast friend through comfortable bonding times even during ones like these. The treats given, let alone exchange, it was obvious that Josie wasn't used to this much pampering - she was living it right now, his touch was acknowledged by leaning and prominent purring, leaving her to seek out his touch persistently and close her eyes under the relaxing stimuli. It could've made her melt at the same time if she wasn't standing up. Though once his touch trailed down more, Josie didn't seem to have any trouble with it either - lifting her head up to look at him again as her spine arched into his touch a little bit to the point it might've looked uncanny from her missing half.

Josiah's eye cracked open, flinching at the flooding light but it only drifted to him while he spoke. Of course hearing him out, it made her expression relax with only a slight sigh - of course it made sense but unfortunately Josiah wasnt all that interested in going on and dunking them with that information. Grunting softly, she let out a soft sputter. "I don't know how well they'd feel in context that I come around after I assume they're grown up. I'm personally not sure how their growth spurts were or even if they were accurately aged... They looked around nine when I found them by the well, if I counted looks, but even between a little while they changed under the months to few years." She snorted softly, but of course his little call out made her retort to a soft cackle. "Though I guess it wouldn't hurt anyways... I haven't tried, ive just lingered like the plague. Maybe I'll get understanding from both parties, of course not alone though, I'll trip over something and cause a problem." Squinting a bit, her head turned slightly with a playful scoff. "I tend to get that a lot..." Her gaze drawn to the cracker that he was swaying around, bearing her teeth a little bit in a smile.

But before going to snap at it with her jaws, she paused entirely while he spoke, eyeing him with more uncertainty regarding the Doppelgänger - in reality, she still had no clue about Ezme, only until her revival was she privy but other than that, yet no more. Silent up until he was finished anyways, the age question wasn't much of a bother at all - aside from curse influence, she wasn't all that old even if it would've been odd between the twins physique and time compared to hers. Sticking out a bottom lip briefly, it looked a bit pouty for a split second. "To be perfectly honest, I still don't know very much about her. She came out of here though-" With a hand, she pressed her index finger to her head. "All she'd told me is that she's apart of me, apparently she used to imitate a subconscious and disguise as one-- often seen in my dreams, but I'm not too sure about that one. Though she seems to apply being her own... Entity, it's only known that since I perished that day, then if she was the return cause-- she'd have been dead too if I died? You might need to try asking her yourself, but she's a bit more stiff than I am in a sense... I'm not too sure how to explain her, sorry. She's tight lipped in some areas." She huffed, leaning more towards his hand again.

"Book is grey... Metal rim trim, though it's riddled in marked scratchings, you're better off payng attention to that detail, the cover to back and front is riddled in them. And... I'm only twenty-six, not as much time went by as you think it did- maybe it did-- though it's already been almost two years. For whatever it was for the twins, it was uncanny too, look how bloody big they are. But their dedication and stuipd loyalty almost makes it seem like it's been fifteen years they've been here. Weird isn't it? I mean from perspective... At least in address, it's like they aged like a dog in fast maturity and growing up in between, and then suddenly it went sleeper mode... I'm not even sure what's regarding their memory. I don't know what they are, but I feel they came out of that well. But..." She partially rolled onto her side. "Are you going to give that to me-" She let her eye dart to the cracker. But instead of letting him attend that, she perked forward in a lurch and snap of jaws to try and claim it.

eeriestatic

She was aware of his standpoint and what it meant. But nevertheless, she nodded anyways before shifting, falling down on her hind, thankfully not disturbing Josie. “It can be. Though, thing is… This isn’t entirely new information, but I suppose it is from the new generation of researchers and doctors, but be as it may… If you have to regardless of this being you time, stuff it in the files. As to why I’m telling you? Is it wrong to spare some insight with someone who has a keen eye? Who knows– but at least someone would know something in case I kicked the bucket.” Josiah cackled, leaning back a bit. Though, both attention of the SCP and Orange were tugged, albeit that the feline was the one getting in closer by the remote sound - she understood, treat time. In her head. Though Josiah could see the small details despite the light strain, the feline was the one getting up in Alto’s grill.

Especially as soon as he spilled the crackers into his palm, no matter their appease in colour 529 was already short of lunging and butting in for his hand. Just as she was about to pounce for his palm that had them all, but thankfully had Alto halted her pursuit of the idea by the one he held out to her. 529 went for it, snatching it from his fingers - but as soon as his palm filled with the crackers moved, the feline followed to try and reach it. But Josiah heeded his encouragement, a hand coming up to pluck a green one from the pile. But she didn’t give it right away while he was speaking. She didn’t see that to be the issue while she shook her head.

“No, you’re okay. It’s a good observation, but a bit mistaken… When I said I tried fleeing with something, they were that something as I assume you could guess by that. Of course the researchers I was with found out eventually after the trips back and forth, that made it an off-limits zone since they didn’t know what the anomaly was, they sorta… Blew themselves out of the water, but who else do kids run to after you take care of them for that while? You of course. So when I resorted to violence in defense of them, it put me in a bad spot and them and rendered my status unreliable.” She slumped, lowering the cracker down to Josie, letting her snatch it out of her hand. “Usually when you’re considered that, you’re dead by default. Couldn’t waste culling the researchers, it wouldn’t matter but choosing to flee with them was too. I was hunted on site grounds with zero exit, so I either overly protected them to the point they killed all of us or I let them eliminate the threat first with the two out of the way and ease their aggression for the group to peacefully search. So saying that… Means I was ultimately gunned down. I hate to disappoint, but I didn’t get out alive at all. The twins did at the cost of being taken in the end but at least they were alive. But you are right about them not bearing too much trace memory of me, I just seem to make them feel uneasy instead.”

She sat back a bit, staring towards the ceiling now. “When I woke up– don’t ask me why I’m alive, because I don’t know either, though I think it was my doubles doing. Anyways- I pursued again to make sure they did get out alive and that’s also why I made persistent visits. They spent the rest growing up in this place above all, but of course I’m here now because I was a sloppy fool… Despite it though, they seem happy. They haven’t changed, I see that Shiro takes good care of them and loves them. Though I don’t show or voice it, I’m rather happy that he came along and actually got through to them in that way, especially Niklaus. When I found them, he was ready to rip my head off even as a child-” She cackled under her breath. “Protective, still all the same. Gentle, Markus all at once. I can’t be ungrateful. I respect him and those kind to the them. No matter if I don’t have placement. Shiro given them something I couldn’t provide after it all happened, but… Yes. That’s the gist of our relationship-” Josiah stated before letting her weight drop on her back, laying there now. “Anymore wonders?” She snorted.

      Being told that he was mistaken brought a smile on his face. Strangely, he was delighted to hear it, because whenever he was wrong about someone it was a pleasant surprise. That she didn’t abandon them, that she tried her best until the very end. But soon his smile faded once she got to the less pleasant part, as if any of it was pleasant, to begin with. Her demise.

      For the time being, there was no feedback. Listening attentively, he followed her example and plopped down on his hind with his legs sprawled out on either side of Josie. While she gobbled down a couple more crackers, Alto was itching the underside of her jaw with gentle rubs, staring at her with a pensive gaze and his head tilted. For each treat he fed her, he threw one into his mouth as well and ate it almost in sync with her. In their silence, they were bonding. And after a while, he’d gathered enough courage to bring his hand closer to the top of her head. After scratching gently behind her ears, his fingers trailed down her spine in search of her lower half. Once they reached the middle threshold, however, they lingered there and hesitated in going any further. Despite it visibly being a hollow space, the air they were hovering above put up the same resistance as a solid body.

      ❝Yes…I have more to ask you.❞, he added after she finished her recounting of events. ❝For example, first of…You say you’ve lost your place in their lives, but rather than bottling it up, you could discuss it openly with them. You want that, don’t you? To be remembered, recognized. I’m sure they would hear you out, even their overprotective partner, if only you tried to explain yourself. Definitely don’t go in alone, though…I don’t think you have a way with words.❞, he paused, adjusted his glasses and shot her a droopy-eyed smirk. ❝I sense you have a tendency to rub people the wrong way.❞

      Scoffing to himself, he picked a red treat up and brought it closer to her lips. The swaying movements of his hand aimed to taunt her, but in a playful manner, to ease up the mood.

      ❝Secondly, the entire doppelganger business…Let’s pretend that having a body double that can resurrect you is a common occurrence. How did she get in here? What is she like? Is she her own person or is this another time paradox mumbo jumbo?❞ Little did she know that he was referencing Shoichi for a moment. ❝Thirdly…What does your book look like? So I know to be wary of it, of course. And last but not least…just how old are you?❞ It might not have been polite to ask a lady about her age, but she made it sound like she was ancient.