#sometimes the cat really does come back and rewards your curiosity with good things

[alteredphoenix]

I can pinpoint the exact moment I started getting into Danny Phantom because half my Marked for Later list is just filled with DPxDC fics.

[starryhyuck]

mark! (m)

pairing: dom!mark x sub!reader x dom!yuta

words: 2.2k+

summary: mark is scared of stepping out of his comfort zone with you. therefore, you enlist yuta’s help to get your boyfriend a little more comfortable.

genre: smut

warnings: threesome (kind of), anal sex, creampies, multiple orgasms, breeding kink

“I don’t think we should be doing this.”

You sigh. “Mark, stop being such a scaredy cat.”

The frown on his face is positively adorable. You want to squeeze his cheeks so badly. “I’m not a scaredy cat!” He protests, but it only makes him look more soft.

You giggle and press a kiss to his lips. “Whatever you say. Besides, Yuta won’t be back for a while. I don’t know why you’re so scared.”

“I’m not scared!” He argues again, eyebrows furrowing together in the most adorable way. “I just- this is Yuta’s bed. It’s kind of impolite to be doing anything on a place where he sleeps.”

You sigh. “Mark, I think we both know what kind of a person Yuta is. I’m pretty sure he would do the exact same thing on your bed.”

His nose scrunches as the thought passes through him.

“Ew. I didn’t need that visual.”

You flop down on Yuta’s comforter before bringing Mark with you. He’s still very reluctant, despite connecting your lips together. You try easing him up, hands moving over his shoulders as you pull him closer and closer.

Your sex life with Mark was always more than satisfying, but he was constantly scared to take risks. Being an exhibitionist yourself and considering how shy Mark could get, it was really difficult to get your boyfriend to even hold your hand in front of the other members, let alone kiss you. You’ve tried on more than one occasion to suck him off at the dinner table, but he was always too on edge that someone would walk in.

To combat your curiosity, you enlisted Yuta’s help.

Your eyes carefully watch the door as Mark’s tongue explores your mouth. Yuta stares through the small opening, watching you with a heavy glare.

You giggle into the kiss and Mark eases up a little at the sound. Your fingers dance around his neck as you pull him closer and closer, observing as Yuta casually walks into the room. Mark is too lost in you to notice.

After letting you make out for a few more minutes, Yuta finally clears his throat. You swear Mark jumps five feet in the air and scrambles away from you. His whole face is flushed pink at the sight of Yuta, quickly stuttering to provide an excuse.

Yuta raises an eyebrow. “And what were you two doing exactly?”

You blink innocently. “What do you mean?”

He smirks at your act. You’re still sprawled out on his bed, hair tangled from Mark’s fingers messily running through it. Yuta wonders how pretty you would look with his cock sliding in your mouth, beautiful lips eager to taste him. He leans closer to your frame, ignoring Mark’s surprise at his older member’s proximity to his girlfriend.

“I mean you and Mark trying to fuck on my bed.”

“W-We’re sorry, Y-Yuta!” Mark frantically says. “W-We just- I just-“

Yuta chuckles, and the deep sound shoots straight to your core.

“It’s fine, Mark. You weren’t putting on much of a show anyways. Why haven’t you touched her?”

Mark looks like his brain is going on overdrive. “W-What?”

Yuta’s fingers graze over your exposed thigh. He picked out the skirt you were wearing for this occasion, knowing it would make Mark incredibly flustered.

“Why haven’t you touched her? That’s what she wants, isn’t it?”

You quickly nod. “It’s what I want. Touch me, Yuta, please.”

Yuta grins, his eyes darting back to Mark’s. “Can I, Mark?”

You think your boyfriend is really broken. He’s nervously twitching, shaking his head as he tries to gather his thoughts. You decide to give him a little break.

“I thought Yuta could help us out a little, Mark. I asked him to come so we can have more fun.”

Yuta nods. “If you’re uncomfortable, Mark, I can leave.”

The silence in the air is deafening. Mark finally clears his throat. “Can you show m-me how you do it?”

Yuta smirks. “Do what, exactly?”

The blush fully appears on Mark’s cheeks again. “Um, how you eat her out.”

Your eyes widen. You were definitely not expecting him to say that. Yuta’s smirk widens at the request.

“Definitely. Sit down and watch.”

Yuta’s staring at your clothed core in no time, playing with the hem of your skirt. He chuckles when he sees your choice of underwear.

“Lace,” he hums playfully, snapping the elastic against your skin as you squeak. “Do you always wear such pretty panties for Mark?”

You nod, chewing on your bottom lip. “I have prettier ones in his top drawer.”

“I’d love to see them some time, doll.”

You eagerly watch as Yuta pulls down your panties, making a show as his hands slowly caress your thighs. He throws the pair of red lace to Mark, who easily catches it and groans. Yuta yanks up your skirt so he can fully gaze at your exposed cunt.

He chuckles. “You should be nicer to her, Mark. She’s got such a pretty pussy.”

You moan when his fingers play with your folds, goosebumps spreading across your skin. You quickly learn that Yuta is a tease, patient as he touches you.

“Please, Yuta,” you beg, wanting him to do something already.

His smile appears again. “What is it, doll? What do you need?”

“Need your mouth,” you whine. “And your fingers.”

You’re already turning into a blubbering mess. Mark, on the other hand, could not be more nervous. He finds this whole situation incredibly arousing, but also dangerously intimidating. He wonders if Yuta will be better than him, and if you’ll like Yuta way more than you like him. All thoughts are thrown out the window when Yuta’s tongue takes a lick up your slit. Your moans shoot straight to Mark’s hardened cock, and Mark has no doubt in his mind that he could cum in his pants right now.

He takes silent notes as Yuta teases you, never fully giving you what you want and watching as you continue to beg for him. Yuta slips a finger into your hole and you cry out, your body reacting to every single touch.

Yuta’s gaze returns to Mark. “See? She likes it when you don’t go too fast. Draw it out, make her beg.”

Mark swallows at the sudden lessons. He’s always been really quick with you, never letting you wait this long.

“Yuta, please, please,” you continue to whimper, hands reaching for him. Yuta is quick to silence you, pinning your arms to your sides.

“Be a good girl and I’ll reward you. No touching until I say so.”

You nod in submission. Mark’s eyes zero in on Yuta’s tongue exploring your folds, finger slowly pushing in and out of your weeping pussy. Mark swears he’s never heard you this wet before, the squelch of Yuta’s finger entering you echoing throughout the room. When Yuta adds a second finger, you almost lose it.

“Please please, Yuta, I want to cum. Please let me cum,” you cry.

“That’s up to Mark,” he states, and the younger boy freezes. “Can she cum, Mark?”

Your eyes are glistening with tears as you stare at your boyfriend. You whimper when Yuta furiously begins eating you out, your orgasm dangerously approaching.

“Wait, wait, wait-“

“Give her the signal, Mark,” Yuta instructs, attacking your pussy with his tongue and fingers.

Mark waits until you’re right on the edge, seconds away from sobbing. He walks over and leans down until he’s whispering in your ear.

“Cum, pretty girl.”

You fall apart, clutching your boyfriend’s arm as you clench around Yuta’s fingers. He helps you ride out your high, licking up any remnants of your orgasm.

You blearily come to your senses after that mind numbing climax, Yuta and Mark discussing quietly. There’s a faint ringing sound in your ears until Mark cups your cheeks.

“Okay?”

You giggle. “Okay.”

He laughs at your delirious state.

“Does she always get like that?” Yuta questions.

“Only when it’s really good,” he replies. His focus turns back to you. “I’m gonna fuck you now, okay?”

You giggle again. “Okay.”

He smiles fondly at you, and butterflies swell in your chest like they always do when Mark smiles at you like that.

“Make it rough,” Yuta chimes in. “I want to see her really cry.”

You’re flipped onto your stomach in no time, Mark’s fingers threading your ass. Yuta’s taken a seat not far from the bed, switching roles with Mark as he watches you this time. Mark’s thumb gently grazes over your other hole and you gasp.

Yuta’s voice is full of curiosity. “She likes it there?”

“Sometimes.” He pauses before making a decision. “Can I fuck you here, baby?”

“Yes, Mark, please.”

You can practically hear his grin. “Okay.”

Yuta tosses him the bottle of lube he keeps in his nightstand, and Mark quickly preps you. You moan when he fingers you, scissoring and stretching you to make sure you’re ready to take him.

You and Mark rarely do anal, mostly because he’s always afraid of hurting you. You know now, though, that he wants to put on a good show for Yuta.

Once you’re prepped enough, you feel the tip of his cock circling your hole. You both groan when he sinks the tip in. Unlike the other times, Mark doesn’t wait for you to adjust. He pushes into you roughly.

You cry at the intrusion, already feeling the first batch of tears painting your cheeks. Around this time, Mark usually pulls out and apologizes, checking if you’re okay. He’s turned into a completely different person in front of Yuta.

You grip the sheets as Mark relentlessly pounds into you, stretching you harder than he has before. It isn’t painful at all because even though Mark is rough with you, he always knows how to make you feel good.

You’re incoherently blubbering for him. “Y-Yes, feels so good. Feels s-so good, baby. Such a big cock inside my small little hole. So good, so good.”

Mark grunts, fingers tangling into your hair again. “Yeah? You like it when I fuck your tight little hole? You like making a show for Yuta?”

“Yes, yes, yes,” you sob.

You can barely make out Yuta’s figure as he grows closer to you, wiping away the tears on your cheeks.

“Aren’t you such a pretty sight? Really selfish of Mark to keep you all to himself.”

Mark pinches your clit and you scream, diving headfirst into your second orgasm. Mark hisses as you clench even harder around him, pulling you as close as possible before shooting his cum deep inside you. You both release little moans as you recover.

Yuta laughs when you both are done. You swear you could pass out right now and sleep for at least twenty four hours straight.

The ringing sound echoes in your ears again as Mark and Yuta quietly converse once more. You whimper when Mark pulls out of you, his cum dripping down your thigh.

“Baby?” Mark’s voice pulls you out of your reverie. “Yuta wants to ask you something.”

You blink as Mark gently flips you on your back again. Yuta’s eyes grow darker.

“Are you on the pill?”

You nod.

“Can I try something?”

You nod again.

Mark leaves you to go get cleaned up and you observe as Yuta pulls his cock out, tip leaking and begging for attention. He runs his hand up and down his shaft for a few times before lining up with your pussy.

“Can I?”

You nod again, feeling too tired to form words. You gasp when Yuta pushes in, his cock much thicker than Mark’s.

“Fuck,” he curses, eyes focusing on how his cock disappears into your cunt. “So fucking perfect.”

He builds up a steady rhythm, and you finally understand what he wanted to try when he’s balls deep inside of you.

“Gonna breed you, doll. Gonna stuff my cum into your cunt until you’re dripping. Would you like that? Walking around with cum dripping out of both of your holes?”

You openly cry at his filthy words, clenching harder around him.

“Oh, pretty doll likes that. You think I’d never notice how many times you’ve tried to get Mark to fuck you while we’re eating dinner? How many times you’ve sat on his lap in the dressing rooms and tried to get him to fuck you in front of us? Naughtily little slut.”

“Yuta, Yuta,” you gasp, your third orgasm of the night building. Your whole body feels like it’s on fire.

“Want to cum? Why don’t you cum for me then? Show Mark why he should be more protective of his girl.”

You follow his command, seeing white as you cum again. Yuta’s right behind you, still hissing dirty confessions.

“Always wondered what it was like to see you stuffed full of cum. Pretty little girl, just waiting to be bred all the time. Practically made to take cock.”

He growls and with a few more snaps of his hips, he shoots his cum deep inside you. You whine as his warmth fills you, Mark’s cum still leaking out of your other hole.

You feel absolutely used when Yuta pulls away from you. You didn’t even notice Mark had entered the room again until he starts cleaning you up. You smile sleepily at him.

“I hope that was okay.”

He presses a kiss to your lips. “More than okay. Get some rest, I’ll clean you up.”

“Thank you. I love you.”

“I love you too.”

As you slowly drift off to sleep, you faintly hear Yuta say, “We should do that again, I could die a happy man in your girlfriend’s cunt.”

[merakiui]

I was reading through your tags and you mentioned at some point the kazuscara roommates finding your onlyfans and I think I completely combusted—thus i present to you my brain rot of late: you attend the same school as them but you’re not actually friends, all you know about kazuha is that he’s the friendly regular at the cafe you work at, who makes polite conversation every now and then but otherwise is nothing of note. In reality he’s been stalking you for weeks ever since your first encounter, and is dead set on the idea that you’re this innocent, weak thing that needs to be protected (maybe he stepped in when you had a bad customer and your meek reply helped fester his delusions?). Scara, on the other hand, is only aware of your presence since you’re his favourite cam model that he recently found. (Since he’s a harbinger he’s probs loaded) Weeks of funnelling money towards you cause him to feel this unwarranted possessiveness, believing that since he’s been providing so much in your “relationship” that it’s time you reward him in turn. However, despite the unbridled interest they have toward you neither are aware of each other’s feelings for you— that is, until you happen to run into the both of them heading to your class. While both are known for maintaining their stoic masks, they’re friends for a reason— and instantly can tell the attraction their roommates have towards their own “lover”. After kazuha finds your onlyfans he’s certain that you’ve been coerced and wants to save you, while scara thinks it’s time that he’s stopped letting other plebeians look at his possession—so, despite their initial reservations, come together to form the ideal plan. When you find yourself waking up groggy in a room you don’t recognize, all they can do is look on with glee whilst planning their next course of action with their new belonging. They’re friends after all, and good friends share though, don’t they?

This is v long srry lol you can ignore this ofc!!

AAAH, ANON!! YES!!! <3 I couldn’t resist writing more on this concept. orz They make for such a terrifying pair when they work together!

(cw: yandere, stalking, nsfw, implied kidnapping/drugging, unhealthy behaviors/relationship, delusional thoughts, savior complex, implied violence)

What if Kazuha and Scara were just acquainted with one another and actually became closer through their mutual obsession with you? Yes, they’re roommates and ought to get along because they’re living together but they haven’t exactly clicked yet. They talk every now and then and know little things about each other. Nothing too special. They don’t really hang out outside of their dorm either, what with their class schedules being vastly different. And Kazuha’s always out of the dorm doing who-knows-what. Most of his time is spent at a café, where he’ll write and read and stare at you while you work. On the other hand, Scara prefers to stay inside if he doesn’t have a good reason to go out. He likes his alone time. Although he has enjoyed going to the library every now and then to study.

So maybe they need to find some common ground. Maybe they need a push in the right direction before they get closer.

Kazuha likes to stare. Talking to you is great, but he worries he’ll say too much and then he’ll be a nuisance, or you might not want to talk to him at all since you’re working. But you always regard him with a warm smile, happy to scribble his name on the plastic cup because you remember him. Because you recognize his familiar face and soft, gentle eyes. He’s the one who saved you from that rude customer, after all, and he’s a polite regular. Why wouldn’t you know him? You might look like you can handle those types of situations, but what Kazuha saw that day was something entirely different. You were nervous—so soft-spoken and scared. He absolutely has to protect you from those kinds of people now, doesn’t he?

And he does exactly that. He’s your second pair of eyes—your valiant knight in shining armor—who sees and hears all. Sometimes he goes to the café with the intention to simply watch over you and make sure no one’s bothering you. He can recall one time when a customer was speaking rudely about you because her drink hadn’t been prepared in a ‘timely manner.’ In reality it’s impossible to make a drink within a few seconds, especially when you’re already preoccupied with making another customer’s drink. She must’ve woken up on the wrong side of the bed, or maybe she’s just a hateful person in general. You didn’t deserve to be on the receiving end of such fiery insults, though.

Her eyes just can’t see your perfection and therefore she does not deserve to see out of them.

Kazuha’s willing to wrestle with all of this darkness if it means you’ll stay safe, oblivious, and pure. You’re like a defenseless kitten, unable to protect yourself from the scary world. He writes about you a lot in his journal; you’re his muse—someone who constantly shows up in poems and short paragraphs where he tries to describe what your dream date might be or what type of wedding you’d prefer. Things get darker the deeper you delve into his writings, where you’ll find entries in great detail. Kazuha writes a lot and he doesn’t even mean to. He just has to get all of his thoughts on paper before they abandon him and he’s left with emptiness.

Everything you do is pure; you’re almost an equivalent to a holy being. Your smell is pure. Your body is pure. Your actions are pure. Your smile is pure. Even when you’re on the verge of crying from harsh customers or when you’re turning down a confession, you’re still pure. And Kazuha likes that about you because it’s special. There aren’t many people in his life who are completely pure. He’s been through a lot of rough things and has seen firsthand how impure people can be. It’s only fair that he gets a chance to protect purity itself.

He might have some impurities, but that doesn’t deter him from watching over you. As gentle and unassuming as he is, there are times when even he loses his composure. Not many are privy to these dark emotions of his. His smiles are sharp and venomous and his eyes fill with a gloom so dark it can swallow you whole. You’ll never see this side of him; he won’t allow it. Instead you’re treated to his sweet, calm side, where he feigns perfection in hopes of catching your interest.

As for Scara… He doesn’t really care about Kazuha in the beginning. He’s just someone he has to live with. It’s not a big deal and as long as he doesn’t try to make lots of pointless conversation everything will be okay. He prefers the peace and quiet, considering he’s acquainted with people who are far from peaceful and quiet. Scara’s relieved that Kazuha leaves the dorm so often because it gives him an opportunity to watch his favorite cam star’s most recent video. He’s your most loyal follower—someone who’s paid lots of money just to have access to the highest tier of rewards and such. He even got a private video where you addressed him and moaned out his name with lustful thoughts of him. Having lots of money comes in handy.

When he finds out that you go to the same school as him, he’s a little shocked. He didn’t expect you to be so close. You’re practically within touching distance. If only he knew your schedule. If only you were in one of his classes. It’s really annoying that he only knows your online presence and not who you might be in your personal life. The last thing he’s going to do is consult Childe, that popular athlete who knows literally everyone in the school for whatever reason. Surely he knows you. But he’ll die before he ever asks Childe for a favor.

Scara loves you out of every other cam model because you’re different. You’re not just trying to get fast cash. You’re genuine. You listen to your subscribers and their feedback. You do your best to improve and do even better streams than the previous ones. All of your hard work is overlooked by the other fools who watch your streams, but it isn’t overlooked by him. Scara appreciates your attention to detail and the way you’re able to hook him with your breathless voice alone. You’re very skilled at what you do, so it’s only fair you get paid for it.

But buying your services isn’t enough. It’s not a real relationship, but it certainly feels like it when he buys preferential treatment. Private shows, special requests, odd favors—you do it all because he pays for it. But this relationship isn’t going to be one-sided forever. You’ll have to pay him back in full eventually. Scara likes to think he has patience and that waiting is fine. It gives him more time to plan his next move—to figure out what he should do to finally have you all to himself. So that those private shows he watches through a screen can finally be real.

Scara finds the journal sitting innocently on Kazuha’s bed, its maroon cover and maple leaves pulling at his curiosity. He might not know everything about Kazuha, but he’d recognize this journal anywhere. His roommate almost always has it on his person. Scara wouldn’t be surprised if he slept with it. To say he’s curious would be absolutely correct. He can only wonder what Kazuha writes in that thing. Perhaps it’s just notes for a class. That’s what anyone would think, right?

Scara opens it and flips through the first few pages. They’re normal for the most part. Just a bunch of haikus and other useless scribbles. When he skips over some pages, he starts to find things that are far more interesting than poetry and doodles of cats. He finds the majority of the journal is comprised of information. More specifically, there are facts and other knowledge about you—the cam model he’s been obsessed with ever since he stumbled upon your onlyfans. He reads through as much of the journal as he can and instantly learns so much: your address, your roommate, your workplace, your friends’ names, names of any potential exes. The list goes on and on.

Scara doesn’t have anything against Kazuha. His first impression of him wasn’t anything groundbreaking. He thought he was a pushover at first. But now that he knows what this journal holds… Well, it sheds an entirely new light on his roommate.

Just days before Scara took a peek inside his journal, Kazuha discovers your secret online life. He snoops through Scara’s laptop when he steps out, having left it open and unlocked. He’s just trying to find what could have caught Scara’s interest, as he’s almost always glued to his laptop on specific days at specific times, with his headphones on and his gaze unyielding. He doesn’t intend to find the file of one of your private videos—something that was meant only for Scara’s eyes.

He clicks on the video out of interest. He’s not sure what he was expecting to see, but it definitely wasn’t this. Kazuha sits there and stares at the sight before him. You’re dressed in skimpy lingerie and you’re muttering the dirtiest things while coating your fingers in lube. And your hands are stroking a thick toy and you’re addressing Scara and you’re lining it up to your hole and— He shuts the laptop before it can get even more explicit than it already is. He’s so conflicted, fraught with a betrayal so strong it weighs his heart down.

Why would he have this sort of video on his laptop? Did you give it to him? Did he make you do this? Are you in danger? Are you still pure?

Kazuha can’t kill on campus. It’s way too risky and he’d be one of the first suspects if Scara’s body is found. Besides, it’s not like he has the full story. He doesn’t know whether or not Scara’s done something that’s worthy of death. You could just be in a tight spot. He knows how easily you give in when you’re under pressure. Maybe you’re just doing this because you feel like it’s the only thing you can do. Not to worry; Kazuha will save you before Scara can ruin your purity with his twisted fantasies.

They confront each other when the time feels right. Kazuha struggles to keep a smile plastered to his face for the sake of politeness, while Scara holds in his raging temper so that he can bear some semblance of cooperation. Neither of them is happy to hear that the other went through their stuff, but they force themselves to make up because a more pressing issue is at hand: their connection to you.

Kazuha says he’s your secret admirer. Scara says he’s in a relationship with you. There’s no way you’d ever date someone like Scara—Kazuha knows this for a fact. Yet he falters at the confidence in Scara’s tone. That can’t be the truth, right? Despite this, Kazuha still strikes up an offer: If they work together to get what they both want, they’ll be unstoppable. With Scara’s riches and his influence and Kazuha’s charisma and clever thinking, they can easily get their hands on you. Of course this means they’ll have to share, but it’s not a big deal when they’re already in so deep. They both know the other’s secret; now they’re swearing to keep it in the pursuit of having you all to themselves. And luckily Scara agrees to the deal, but that doesn’t give Kazuha a reason to lower his guard.

However despite how well they work together when it comes to planning the kidnapping and actually executing it, they both have their own reasons for wanting you. Scara wishes to make his relationship with you a reality—to toss aside the screen that once held him back and finally do all of the things he could only do in his dreams. Kazuha seeks to protect your fragile heart, lest you crumble under Scara’s intense way of doing things and cling to him for salvation. You can’t do those sorts of things with Scara; he won’t allow it. Your purity is meant for him and no one else.

But sharing is caring and some have to learn that the hard way. It definitely brings Kazuha and Scara closer together, even if neither of them will admit it. If they look past their desires, they can be friends. And soon enough they’ll have to accept this new friendship if they want to avoid any unnecessary complications.

However there are times when they’ll cooperate in order to do things with you. They’re a packaged deal you can’t get rid of.

[thekingreturn]

League Roadtrip Headcanons

Characters: Shigaraki, Spinner, Twice, Mr Compress, Big Sis Magne, Dabi

Tomura Shigaraki

Tomura Shigaraki makes your departure late waiting until he’s sure his devices are properly charged. Nevermind if you’ve got a remote charger, or that its only going to be a few hours, he’s not risking being screenless and stuck looking at the scenery (heaven forbid). You’ve (affectionately, probably) described his car ride habits as nesting. He swaddles his lower half in blankets, reclines the seat as far back as he can get away with, shoves a pillow behind his head, and settles in for a few hours with his headphones and whatever game he’s reserved for this thing. Just set whatever snacks you get him on his chest and he’ll graze on them at his leisure.

In general he prefers to be pretty quiet, long car rides actually aren’t great for him mentally. He doesn’t like the idea of being forced to be in close proximity to a person with no feasible exit. Not that he resents spending time with you, just that he gets grouchy and withdrawn on principle if he thinks he has no choice. Every two hours or so, though, he’ll turn off the game, straighten his seat (likely sending a shitload of crumbs into your car carpet) and just sort of. Butt his head against your shoulder until you start talking to him or at least pet his head. He’ll let himself enjoy it for a few minutes before relapsing back into his pseudo den

He can’t drive and thus you will be running this show for the entirety of it. Afterwards, though, you notice him..hovering, more than usual, just sort of urging you to lie down and bringing you food with the same sort of furtive expectance as a cat bringing you dead mice. You think this is his way of thanking you, but don’t confront him on it. Each time is a little easier with him. 

Spinner

Shuichi Iguchi (Spinner) may be one of the few members of the League who knows what he’s doing behind the wheel, but between you and him he actually doesn’t like doing it very much. He gets jumpy on the road and is prone to getting snappish with the other drivers. Still, he wants to do his part to pitch in, so tends to take the beginning and end of the drive. He also casually takes over snack detail and is the one to get out of the car and fill it with gas, as well as unload and reload the car. And navigation to boot. He’s a giver. Don’t tell anyone.

The level of conversational adeptness really depends on how long you’ve been seeing each other. Early stages comes up abruptly against his inability to small talk, you swear at some point he furtively checks his phone for icebreakers he found on the internet. Later stages bring ease with them, though, and with them Spinner’s favorite Olympic sport, complaining. The man pretends to hate gossip but if you hit the right buttons he’s more than happy to give you heavily editorialized anecdotes about the League and his various observations therein. Join in with some of your own, he’s a surprisingly good audience. The conversations will turn political at some point (and if you’re dating him, chances are good that’s somewhere you’re happy to follow) but if needed he can be convinced to leave work at work.

Spinner rarely initiates, even later on, but he’s kind of a sucker for tropey couple shit. Hold his hand while driving and he’ll get real quiet, even if it’s just for a second or two. Wrap your arms around him in the gas station while he pays, remind him that you’re proud to be seen with him. Kiss his cheek for getting your bags, make him feel valued. He’ll be following you around like a lovesick puppy.

Twice

Jin Bubaigawara (Twice) prefers to be the one driving, even going over his limits while insisting he’s fine. He can be convinced to take a break once you start to notice he’s barely holding his eyes open, but it will in fact, take some convincing not to get him to just slam back a questionable amount of five hour energies. He finds it relaxing, one of the few times he can just sort of sink into a process. Keep an eye on his turns, occasionally he’ll take a couple he didn’t mean to, but its a good way to feel a little more in control of himself and the situation.

He’s a good guy to have around a car, capable of changing a tire or getting the engine back up and running before you finish looking up tow services. He won’t necessarily ask for a reward but depending on how late in the relationship you are he’s definitely going to be giving you hopeful glances until he gets the affection he craves so badly.

The man basically invented rubbing your partner’s thigh while driving, he likes keeping a hand on you whenever he can, likes feeling you next to him. It’s such a simple thing but something about having you in his car really does make him feel trusted. He doesn’t really get a whole lot of areas where he feels competent. When you fall asleep a little before arriving home, and he gets to carry you inside, feeling how completely you let yourself depend on him? There’s nothing else quite like it.

Mr. Compress

Atsuhiro Sako (Mr. Compress) is...an ok driver. He thinks he’s better than he is, you can tell from the way he handles the wheel, the little flick of his hand as he hits his turn signal and the way he’ll narrate whatever he’s doing. And in practice, he is pretty good! Until other drivers with less of a showmanship factor hit the road. Which is always. All it takes is one guy pulling ahead of him too fast and he gets flustered enough to throw him off his game.

The two of you switch off driving at pretty even intervals. Even with navigation apps (which he does use, he’s not a Luddite) he still prefers to have a paper map on hand to cross reference it. He can be a little annoying with it but he more than makes up for it with the way he’ll touch your shoulder to indicate an offramp. “Why don’t we turn here, angel, its scenic.”

He’s much more about the journey than the destination, happy to divert the trip into an exploration of local curiosities if the two of you have time. He likes the anonymity of these small drive through towns where the two of you could be anyone, anything to the locals. He’ll squeeze your hand and murmur legends or history pieces if he knows any about the place (he makes about half of them up, but they’re nice stories anyways).

These things always take longer than it should, but he makes it all feel like but a moment.

Big Sis Mag

Mag Hikishi (Magne) is another one who prefers to drive than be driven, and to be frank, you may as well let her. If stuck in the passenger seat she has a bad case of invisible brake and tends to grip the ceiling a little too pointedly. She has absolute faith in your abilities, and also if she’s going to be in a car crash she at least wants it to be her own fault. Its alright, darling, just sit in the passenger seat and look pretty for her, won’t you?

Master of the shortcut that takes you an hour off course, its best if you leave without an expected arrival time. She likes starting trips bright and early, likes seeing the roads clear of other cars and getting to enjoy those quiet morning hours with you. Not that things are often quiet with Mag. She has this ability to get you talking about almost anything for hours, with plenty of her own contributions to boot. She’s lived a storied life, and she wants to hear your own.

Mag has strong opinions on gas station snacks (Takis, string cheese if they have any, and water being a go to) and will absolutely hover a little to make sure you’re well hydrated for long hours in the hot car. She has an eclectic collection of CDs if you don’t feel like talking, and if you need silence, well...that’s harder, but she’ll do it for you, only occasionally breaking it with a peck on the cheek. She enjoys these moments with just the two of you, able to just bounce off of each other and get absolutely mushy without her beloved coworkers around to tease. For a moment, at least, things all feel like they might be ok.

Dabi

Dabi, like Shigaraki, never got his license and isn’t really interested in trying for it. He doesn’t really like any form of transportation and tends to walk most places when he gets the option, given he has a tendency to get motion sick and it’s really hard to keep up your persona of unflappable bad boy while turning a few shades of green. Still, sometimes its unavoidable, so he flings himself in the backseat, props open a window, and prays he’ll knock out soon.

Dabi’s not the easiest partner in the world to communicate with under the best of circumstances, but now especially when every jolt makes him regret being born (moreso than usual) and the only thing coming out of his mouth when he opens it is complaints about how that brat of a leader is doing this to him on purpose, has to be. This is one of the rare instances where fussing over him actually gets some desirable results. Tuck a blanket around him, get him set up with some water, and check in on him every time you stop. Eventually a hand shoots out from between the front seats and grabs at the air until you take the hint and lock your fingers through his. Its not much, but from Dabi? Its everything.

Ultimately he does his best to sleep through these incidents and has you under a firm promise to never describe them to the others, ever. He’ll incentivize it if he has to. You know he’s good for it.

[the-slasher-files]

Alright allow me to overanalyze on Asa Emory’s character, if you don’t mind... 

THE COLLECTOR AND HIS DOGS

Basically this is just me nerding out over dogs and the life of having working dogs also the connection Asa might have to them, so don’t mind me. Now if you do not know I am a person who owns 3 dogs myself, is a big dog lover, have worked with many many different types and characters of dogs, and also follow different sports and clubs with dogs involved. So from experience and research this is where I get this info I'm gonna share ;) hope you enjoy my ted talk🔪💕

In the first movie The Collector Asa has a German Shepard chained up outside the home, using it as a first of many strings in protection. Later on in the movie you get a better look at the dog and what it can do; searching and wanting to lock onto a target, any target. Now this is different from protection work and leads more into a German dog sport called schutzhund. This sport is the ability to test just how good your working dog is at working, it is based from protection work, to tracking, to obedience, to bite. 

This training style is very severe in some cases, and this is what the police use for their training more often than not. It takes a very particular person to have dogs in this sport, even if it is just for fun. And we all know just how particular Asa is lol. 

Now who is the type of person to put their dogs into this? A very interesting one. First of all, anyone who is really into this work will hand pick the type of dog they want, from breed to working lines (meaning how well the dogs parents did in competition, as well as how the breeder is with other dogs). Now you can choose as well where you get these dogs from, could be from Europe to America doesn’t matter, it is up to the soon to be owners choice. Either way these dogs are expensive and need heavy hours set into them to achieve the level of training Asa has his dogs working on, and even more so in the second movie by working together. These people often have a huge thing with power and control, which we already know from Asa, but also they usually need/have extreme self-discipline wanting to be perfect in every aspect, could be a dogs position next to you if they aren’t as close that gets you fucked up because they could not defend you properly. Everything needs to be flawless. 

With all this work, self-discipline and control it can be extremely rewarding, especially for Asa in this case to see someone get their face ripped off, it is in his sadistic nature. Even having the dogs presence is often enough to intimidate anyone, in a lot of police work situations people will flee or hide somewhere if they know it is just a single officer, but once the dog gets brought in people more than likely surrender, fast and easy. If anyone of Asa’s collection pieces chooses to run or hide, the dogs can sniff out where they go, they can out run people and will bite, at least without the dogs people could have a chance. Another good thing about dogs is that they alert, if Asa is working and the dogs bark he will know exactly where that person is easily. 

So to overview what I just rambled about before getting into the next topic, Asa is a very control oriented person, needing to have power over something and be very strategic in doing so. Getting off on the intimidation and fear factor of his victims, and even more so when people get bit. These dogs are also for his own protection, caring about himself and his beautiful collection first, and maybe even caring for the double life he leads more. It also can make Asa’s life easier, not having to always make the kill himself, and this leads me to believe that it isn’t really the kill that gets him off, it is the chase, the skill he has taken and the victims skill of getting away that drives him. Almost uses the dogs in more annoyance just because people aren’t dying and getting in his way or messing with his stuff. I mentioned skill a sentence back and I want to bring it up again because I think it’s important; Asa can appreciate the skill of his victims, it makes it more thrilling but also I think he has a deep appreciation for his dogs skills, being extremely hard working and intelligent creatures, like himself and some victims. Now with the thing about Asa taking his favorites, he is trying to find the right one, the perfect one, making more sense for him to have dogs, Asa can mold his perfect dog, using only working dogs, dogs that love to please and want to be perfect for you.            

Now moving on to the next topic - Connections. So this could go two ways, a good way and a bad, no in between. The majority of people grow extreme bonds with their dogs, especially their working dogs, all the hours you put into the training and you have to trust your dog and they have to trust you. In the military specifically dogs build one of the strongest connections with the soldiers, they are their comfort because they see the same things and yet still have a wagging tail, they can save each others lives, protect one another and appreciate each other deeply for skill and for love. Now there are other people, most common in police work because the dogs can sometimes be too intense or have certain contracts but, these people don’t take their dogs home or when they are home they stay in one room or kennel mostly. Sometimes there are dogs that just can’t adapt to home life and just want to work, but sometimes they can make wonderful family and house dogs. At the same time it is up to the owner choosing what they want for the dog. 

Something strikes me with Asa that he genuinely loves his dogs but at the same time some of his actions make me think twice. In the first movie the dog is chained up away from the dangerous traps of the inside, he is protecting the dog at first, but moving along in the movie he releases the dog into the home going after Arkin. Now this is the dogs job mind you, so Asa trusts him, but also you can see a lot of traps or dangers have been removed so the dog can work safely and knows the dog is smart enough to avoid some of the obvious traps. He lets him work but also wants to help the dog, perhaps not wanting the dog to get seriously hurt or maybe just finally finishing Arkin off. Also the scene where Asa is outside and calls off the dog when he is biting a guy, again maybe for safety of the pet maybe just to watch the man struggle. Ultimately the dog dies in the first one, but Asa watches very carefully when the dog is going after Arkin, and there is almost a ‘sadness’ or maybe curiosity to Asa’s face, and I think he knows in that moment his dog is sadly dead. 

In The Collection you don’t see the dogs really work that much, you only see them barking at Abby then barging in the room with Asa, so it is hard to really see any connections. From both movies I would say Asa takes the dogs with him for the most part, takes them to ‘jobs’ and brings them to the hotel. Now at the hotel it is important to notice the dogs do not have free range or else we would see them probably a lot more. My best guess is that Asa cares for the dogs and doesn’t want them getting hurt by his traps until he knows who the people are, that’s when he loses it, literally going in all guns a blazing. When he does bring the dogs out they are only with him, aka his control and protection side coming out. Now in this scene Asa has an assault rifle that he uses in tandem with the dogs, but I noticed carefully watching the scene, Asa never shoots towards the dogs, he lets them work, again trusting them deeply, if he did shoot around not caring for them the bullets would have defiantly hit Arkin and wounded him or killed him. Of course after this scene we don’t really get to see Asa in any sort of grief, (which I really wanted lol) he is just busy trying to kill everyone else and not get caught by the cops. 

Then in the final scene of The Collection we see Asa’s home, this is like months after the events at the hotel from what I can tell, but we see no dogs, not a trace. Simply he maybe could not have gotten anymore dogs since his collection was destroyed and he doesn’t really need dogs to protect his stuff any longer, or maybe Asa did not find new dogs that he wanted yet, or just maybe they were locked in the house away in a room, keeping his house spotless. Who knows it is all up to the person watching, I don’t think they expected a dog crazy person to be diving this deep lol.

So my final thoughts. I personally think Asa really likes his dogs and they bring him good company and something to have power over in his regular life. Once you have a dog, especially dogs that take so much work and training time it is very hard for people to just stop having dogs. Also being a biologist I think he can deeply appreciate them for their intelligence and skill. If anyone says Asa would like cats you can fuck off because look what happened to the cat in the first movie, it was clumsy and got itself killed, plus look at his house, not a thing knocked over lol, a cat would never do for him. Anyway thank you for coming to my ted talk and letting me nerd out! Fill free to add your own thoughts.       

This is Aero from the first movie, a German Shepard that might be from some European lines, but looks mostly American to me.     

Now I sadly couldn’t find these dogs names, but these 2 are a little different. To me the one on the left looks like a European line longer fur german shep. While the one on the right looks like a belgian malinois maybe with some shepard in it. 

[jubilantwriter]

Jaspvid Week 2021: Day 2 - Baking

(AO3)

@jaspvid-week

Togetherness is Soft and Warm

Summary:  Based off of Ellohcee's Kiki's Delivery Service AU.

David forgets that working for Clementine means more than just making deliveries. An impromptu lesson is all it takes to remind David of how rewarding it is to create something to share with another. Bread isn't always meant to be eaten alone, after all.

Word Count:  3121

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It's a rather slow day in the bakery today.  David blows his bangs out of his face as he slouches behind the cashier, watching as the townspeople go about their merry way.  It's a nice and sunny day out, and he's only a little bit jealous that he's in here working while everyone else is enjoying the sunshine.  Ah, well, he needs a little bit more money anyways - there was a nice looking cat dish that he wanted to get for Max since the little black cat keeps complaining about the dish he has now.  A bored sigh escapes him as yet more people walk by the bakery.  Not a single customer so far, and he's been sitting here for what feels like ages.

"Davey?"  A sweet voice calls for him from the kitchen. 

"Yeah?"

"Can you come here for a mite?"

"Okay!"  He hops off the stool happily and walks into the kitchen, the heat from the ovens blowing up against his face as he blinks in surprise.  "...Oh!"

"Oh, sorry, hun."  Clementine dusts off her hands with a laugh and gestures towards him to come closer.  "I take it's pretty borin' out there, huh?"

He fidgets with his black shirt and shrugs.  "I mean, it's not too bad.  Sometimes someone will wave at me when they pass by!"

"Hmm, do they now?"

"Yeah!  And, um, they all seem to be enjoying the sun too, and they all look so relaxed..."

Clementine chuckles as she bends down to David's level.  "Do ya wanna take a break from work for a bit?"

"N-no!"  With an embarrassed blush, he waves his hands frantically in front of him.  "I don't mind working!  Who knows, maybe someone will need a delivery soon!"

"That's very true!"  Clementine nods along, her bun bouncing as she straightens up.  "But... hm..."  She taps her chin, looking off into the distance.  Curious, David follows her line of sight and sees her staring at nothing in particular.  

"Is something wrong, Ms. Clementine?"

"Just a bit."  She cradles her head in her hand as she sighs dramatically.  "Ya see, the bread's been sellin' like hotcakes since you joined with your lil delivery service, but I haven't been able to keep up with the demand!"

"Is that so?"  He gasps and covers his mouth.  "Oh no, I'm so sorry!"

"Now now, that's not a bad thing!"  She takes his hands and lowers them from his mouth.  "It's a good thing, really!  It just means I gotta work a little extra harder to keep everyone happy."  With a wink, she lets go of his hands to reach for a spare apron.  "And since it's mighty slow out there, I was wonderin' if you'd like to help me in here instead?"

"You mean... to bake bread?"  He looks over at the roaring ovens, and then to racks of cooling baked goods that lined the walls.  "But... it looks like you've already got enough to sell."

"Don't be silly!"  She walks over to the flour covered counter and pats it.  "What I've learned in all my years of bein' a baker is that there is always someone who needs a little treat, be it a roll or a muffin or even a warm, fresh loaf."  She smiles and gestures him over, helping him put the apron on with ease.  The old thing covers up most of his dark clothes, and she adjusts the bandanna around his neck so that it too can be partially covered with the apron.  "Plus, it'll be loads of fun to bake with someone else for a change!  I know I do most of my bakin' in the morning, but it won't hurt to do some smaller batches during a slow time, don'tcha think?"

"Mmmm..."  He rocks back and forth on his heels, looking out to where the front of the bakery is still quiet and empty, and to the kitchen where Clementine is grinning with a bright smile.  With a nod, he smiles back bashfully.  "Okay, I wanna help!"

Baking bread always did seem like a lot of fun!  Whenever he crept down a little too early, he'd always see Clementine hard at work, the dough she prepared the previous night already being shaped and kneaded and worked to perfection, and the smells...

Goodness!  And now he gets to help in making such treats!

"Wonderful!"  She claps her hands together and giggles, a small puff of flour erupting from her hands as she does so.  David laughs along and stands eagerly by her side as she pulls out a dusty bowl.  "Now, we'll be startin' from scratch here, so would ya kindly get me-"

The door to the store opens as the bell jingles.  Max walks in from the front, his feline face scowling as he yowls at David.  "Hey!  You've got a visitor!"

"Hold on," he keeps the apron on as he stops Clementine from going to the front herself, "I've got this!  It'll just be a sec."

"Alrighty, hun."

He grins as he races to the front, intent on helping their customer as quickly as possible.  "Hi, how can I-!"

"Davey!"  Jasper rests his arms on the cashier's counter, grinning brightly as he does so.  "There you are!"

"Jasp!"  He runs over and hugs the other boy, the two of them laughing brightly as they part.  "What are you doing here?"

"Well, I was feeling kinda hungry, and I thought, hey!  The bakery's got some sweet bites, and I'll get to see Davey!"  

"Oh!  If that's the case, is there anything you want?"

"Hmm..."  Jasper looks around the bakery, hovering by the shelfs and displays as he sizes up all the treats.  With a grin, he turns back to David and shrugs.  "Dunno!  What do you suggest?"

"Um, lemme see..."  He walks over to Jasper's side and looks at all the baked goods on sale.  There's muffins, rolls, biscuits, sweet breads, and so on... but perhaps, because he's been living with Clementine for a good few months, despite the good quality of all the food, he can't help but think that they've been sitting out too long and gotten a bit... cold.

When he thinks of a pleasant treat, he imagines it fresh from the cooling rack, warmth still radiating off of it, but having rested long enough that when he bites into it, all of the flavors that Clementine had carefully worked into the dough comes out perfectly.  He taps his chin and looks around the bakery some more.  His gaze lingers to the back of the bakery, where Clementine still waits for him.

Maybe... if he asks nicely...

He grabs Jasper's hand, shocking the other boy as he tugs him towards the kitchen.

"W-woah!  Davey, hang on-"

"Ms. Clementine!"  His call startles the woman, her reverie broken from where she was busy petting Max as he drank some milk.  "Is it okay if Jasper joins too?"

"Hm?"  Her gaze lands on the brunet standing next to David, the boy suddenly bashful and nervous as his hand is held tightly in David's.  "...Oh!  Of course, I don't mind at all.  You know what they say - the more the merrier!"  Before Jasper can protest, she looks around and finds one more spare apron.  She quickly puts it on Jasper, the poor boy being dragged about too quickly for him to keep up with the energy of both redheads.  "There we are!"

"What- what are we doing?"  Jasper finally manages to get a word, looking at David bewildered as the other boy grins and tugs him towards the counter.

"We're making bread!  Or something!  Actually, I'm not too sure."  He looks over to Clementine as she begins setting the ingredients on the table.  "What are we making?"

"Well, it can be anything you'd both like."  She hums thoughtfully to herself as considers the options.  "We can make something small, like biscuits and cookies.  Or we can make something filling, like pies if I've got the ingredients for it.  Or we can just do something simple!  Like a bread of sorts."  

"Hmmm..."  David taps his chin and looks to Jasper.  "What do you think?"

"Mmm, how about something sweet?"  Jasper meets David's gaze and grins.  "I think sweet breads are pretty stellar!"  

"I'm okay with that!"

"Sweet bread it is then."  

Clementine is incredibly patient with them as they bumble their way through her instructions.  Flour is spilt here and there, but she merely laughs it off and helps them make the right measurements.  David is intent on following her instructions through and through, though Jasper tries to have his own little ideas once in a while.

"Jasp!"  David bats away a giggling Jasper as he holds an orange up in his hands.  "We don't need that!"

"Hmm... actually."  Clementine holds her hand out and Jasper places it into her hand.  "I think we can do something with this."

"Like what?"  Jasper's mischief changes to genuine curiosity as she takes a tiny looking grater out.  

"Well, oranges are sweet, aren't they?  And the rinds of these fruits make for a lovely smell."  She rubs the rind against the grater, producing a zest as Jasper and David ooh and ahh next to her.  "Why don't you keep this up for me, Jasper?"

"Yes ma'am!"  He dutifully takes the orange from her and mimics her actions, his tongue sticking out a bit in concentration.  David can't help the giggle that escapes him as he watches Jasper work.  The brunet looks over at his giggle and makes a confused grin.  "What's so funny?"

"You were making a funny face, like this!"  He mimics Jasper's earlier look, earning a laugh from the other boy as he then makes a more exaggerated face.  This draws a stronger laugh from David as they continue to make faces at each other.  

"Now now, no horsin' around!  We still have bread to make," Clementine chastises, but her tone is anything but harsh as she smiles fondly.  "We still got plenty to do!"

"Yes, ma'am!"  

The rest of the time is filled with aimless chatter as the two boys follow her instructions, mixing the fresh orange juice and zest into the dough.  Jasper at one point managed to smear some flour on David's cheek, resulting in David smearing some flour on his face in retaliation.  Before they can start chasing each other around the counter, Clementine has them watch her knead the dough before letting the boys each take their turn.  Jasper is all gusto as he pushes and pulls the dough energetically before getting tired.  David takes over, and he tries to be more precise than Jasper, making sure the dough isn't too sticky before looking over to Clementine for her nod of approval.  When she dubs it done, she takes the dough and places it to the side and covers it.

"And now we wait for it to rise."

"Won't it take long?"  David looks out the window and frowns, the sun setting in the distance as worry sets in.  "Jasper, will you be able to stay long?"

"Mmm... well, I think I can push it until a little after eight."  He folds his arms behind his head and smiles wide.  "I should have some time until then!"

"That we do.  Why don't we bake some other things like cookies?"

"Yeah!"

Baking, as it turns out, is much more exciting than he anticipated.  There's something amazing with being able to make something from scratch with his own hands.  Sure, he's made eggs and pancakes before, but he's never truly baked.  And having Jasper next to him adds to the fun as the boy turns to do silly things that make David laugh.  For instance, trying to juggle a few eggs before one of them lands on his head.  Or even mixing the batter a little too fast and getting bits of it all over his face and apron.

Whatever Jasper does never fails to bring a smile and a laugh to David's face.  Nighttime comes far too quickly, and by the time Clementine pulls out their final batch of muffins and cookies, Jasper makes a startled jump as he checks the time on his watch.

"Shnikes!  It's super late!"  He rushes to pull the apron off in a panic.  "Aw man, my mom's gonna kill me-"

"Hold on, let me help!"  David unties the knot from behind and takes the apron from Jasper.  "There we go!"

"Now just a min," Clementine says as she walks to the front of the bakery, grabbing a paper bag and dropping a few of their recently baked goods into it.  She hands it to Jasper with a smile.  "For you and your ma."

"Oh, thanks," he says, fumbling to reach into his pocket to pay.

"No need, hun!"  She begins pushing Jasper towards the door as he stammers and tries to argue.

"But I gotta pay-!"

"Sweetheart, you helped make the treats, you don't gotta pay a cent for them!"  With a chuckle, she gently pushes him out the door and winks to David.  "Now why don't y'all say goodbye real quick while I go clean up and close the shop?"  She waves to them as she retreats back to the kitchen, leaving David and Jasper by themselves.  Jasper grins easily, holding the bag with one arm as he turns to face David.

"Honestly, I didn't think I'd be baking today when I came to get a snack," he says lightly, making David laugh awkwardly as he rubs his arm, "but I had a lot of fun!  It's... kinda nice to learn something else for once."

"Yeah, and it was nice to hang out with you here in the bakery.  I know I haven't been around much since I've got to do my deliveries and stuff but...  I promise to hang out with you more!"

"Nah, don't sweat it."  Jasper winks easily as David looks away with a blush.  "If anything, I'll just come find ya myself!"  

"Like today!"  They both share a laugh before Jasper shuffles his feet awkwardly.  

"Well," he says with a soft smile, "guess I'll be catching you on the flipside later?"

"Of course!  I miss flying with you, especially since the weather is so nice right now..."  He sighs, disappointment settling in as he realizes that he'd been spending more time working and training than he did taking time for himself.  A small voice reminds him to be careful, before he burns himself out again.  Before he can dwell anymore on his thoughts, a hand lands on his shoulder as Jasper's crooked grin greets him.

"We can do it whenever you're free.  I'm always willin' to wait for ya, no matter how long it takes.  You know me, I won't get upset."

"...Of course not."  A smile finds its way back to David's face.  Jasper always did have that special talent of cheering David up.  

It's probably why...

"Oh- shoot, I really should go now."  Jasper backs away quickly when he realizes the time yet again, awkwardly running backwards as he waves to David.  "We'll fly again soon!  See ya later, Davey!"

"Bye, Jasp!"  He waves to his retreating figure until he can't see him no longer.  As he walks back into the bakery to lock up, he finds that the entire place feels... more empty than it usually is.  Max coils around his feet, looking up at David with an unimpressed look.

"Stop moping," the cat says, stretching himself out as he leads David back to their room, "it's not like he's gonna be gone forever."

"Still..."  He sighs softly and looks around the kitchen, Clementine already gone now that their mess has disappeared.  "I kinda miss him already."

"Oh YUCK, that's DISGUSTING."  Max makes a hacking sound, making David chuckle at his dramatic antics.  

"What?  It's not wrong to miss friends after they leave!"

"Sure.  Friends."  Max quickly walks away, looking over his shoulder to glare at David.  "Now hurry up!  I wanna fucking sleep."

"Max!"  He follows after the cat, a little thought tugging at this thoughts.  "We talked about this- OH NO, THE BREAD!"

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Clementine wraps up the loaf in paper and slips it into the bag.  It's a start of another day, and he's actually got a few deliveries to make.  She smiles as she hands him a slip with a name and address.  

Jasper McFadden.  

She winks and pats his shoulder.  "It's still gonna be warm if you manage to fly as quickly as you normally do."

He blushes and hugs the delivery close to his chest.  "Right.  Um, see you later, Ms. Clementine!"  

"Fly safely now!"

He runs out of the store and quickly settles himself on his broom, concentrating with an ease that comes second nature to him.  The lift off is seamless, and he launches himself high into the air, already soaring towards his destination.

As he circles around the familiar neighborhood, a voice calls out to him from high walls as the brunet signals him down.  "Davey!"

"Hey!  I've got a delivery for you!"

"What's it?  I don't remember ordering anything."  Jasper takes the offered bag from David and pulls out a nicely braided loaf.  The soft sheen and sweet smell of oranges immediately has Jasper widening his eyes.  "Oh!  This is the bread we made yesterday!"

"Yeah, Ms. Clementine wanted me to deliver your fair share."  He stays on his broom as he hovers by Jasper.  "It should still be warm so you should try a slice!"

"Hmm, actually," Jasper looks up at David with a mischievous smile, "do ya have any other deliveries to do?"

"Um, no I don't think so."

"Sweet!"  He holds up the bread to David's eye level and gestures him down.  "Wanna try some with me?"

His heart soars at the suggestion, and he lands all too quickly as he stumbles into Jasper.  The other boy catches him easily and laughs as David straightens himself out.  

"I take it that you wanna eat some?"

"Yes!"  He grins brightly, already looking forward to spending more time with Jasper.  The scent of the warm bread wafts between them as Jasper leads him towards his house.  As they tear into it with jams and butter, the softness of the bread shows of their combined hard work, and Jasper makes a show of pointing out each little bit of zest that he made to his mother and David.  The bread is fluffy as he pulls the braid apart to eat it.  Perhaps its his bias to freshly baked goods, or maybe just simply the fact that he made it himself with Jasper and Clementine - whatever the reason may be, David just can't help but think that this bread is the sweetest he's ever tasted.  

[shinidamachu]

Neighbor Crush (The Thread)

Summary: modern AU, anyone? This was heavily inspired by a twitter thread I read a while ago, about a guy who developed a major crush on his neighbor’s voice and, with his roommate’s help, managed to ask him out.

Word Count: 2.015  Genre: fluff  Fandom: InuYasha  Pairing: Inukag  Format: oneshot  AO3 Link: 🌹  Fanfic.Net Link: 🌹

“I’m home!”

The abrupt sound of Miroku throwing his keys and briefcase at the table made InuYasha jump on his sit. It was a rare thing to do, taking him by surprise that way.

Unfortunately, Miroku knew so.

“You’re eavesdropping her again, aren’t you?”

It was hard to say what pissed InuYasha off the most: that Miroku had startled him, that he got caught in the act or the infuriating smugness in the bastard’s tone.

“Mind ya business.”

Ignoring his temper, Miroku went to their refrigerator and returned with a loosened tie and a couple of beers. He handed one to InuYasha and sat beside him on the couch.

“Come on, this is getting ridiculous. You have been obsessing over this girl for what? Three weeks, now? Just go downstairs, knock on her door and ask her out.”

Miroku took a long sip of his Heineken, as if rewarding himself for giving the world’s greatest advice. InuYasha wished he would choke on it.

“I’m not knocking on her door and asking her out, dipshit! We have no idea what the girl looks like!”

“Then do us both a favor and go find out!”

To be totally honest, her appearance was what mattered the least about this girl, although he couldn’t deny his curiosity.

Her voice.

It was her voice that started it all.

For two years he had been sharing this little apartment with Miroku and for two years it had been easy for them to ignore each resident of the building without a second thought. InuYasha was in no way a social guy and even though Miroku had a weak spot for the ladies, he had vowed not to get involved with a neighbor, ever.

“Location, location, location.” InuYasha remembered Miroku explaining once. “It’s simultaneously the best pro and the worst con. I’d rather not risk it, it could get pretty ugly.”

Knowing his tendency to hit and run, it was probably the smartest call.

And life went on as usual.

Until InuYasha heard her voice.

It was exceptionally loud. That was the very first thing he noticed. The second thing was that he incredibly didn’t mind at all. There was a sincerity tone to it that was ever present. Almost as if physically unable to lie. Sweet. Gentle. Smooth. But not in a generic way. He could download it into his GPS and drive forever. Her laughter had over him the same effect of sunbeams reaching out the untouched ground of a frozen forest and when she talks too low, something primal and urgent wakes inside him, letting him dying to know what his name would sound like between her whispers.

Then it became less about how and more about what she talked.

Her name was Kagome. She was in her twenties and had just graduated from pedagogy school. Three weeks ago, she had moved in with the girl who lived precisely in the apartment below theirs to save money as she adapted to the new job of substitute teacher. She had a cat named Buyo, couldn’t swear for the life of her, sang a lot, a bit clumsy, definitely a half full kind of person... Single, as far as he could tell.

Kagome had the most hilarious stories, most of them starring her little brother, her grandpa or her friends. He was especially fond of the ones in which she tried to be nice and it ended up blowing on her face spectacularly. Her heart was too big for her own good.

On the floor below, the girl in question left what InuYasha assumed was her kitchen and walked to the living room, turning the TV on. Even now, when the current conversation was supposed to be his focus, he found himself painfully aware of her moviments.

Miroku didn’t have to know any of that.

“That’s insane.”

“Why? How is that insane?”

“Hi, I’m InuYasha, your upstairs neighbor. You don’t know me, but I’ve been listening to everything you say or sing in your apartment since the day you moved in. Often on purpose, like a creepy person. Anyway, wanna have dinner sometime?”

“Lose the ‘creepy’ part and you’ll be fine.”

“Drop it, it ain’t happening.”

“Well, at least you recognize your obsession. Admitting you have a problem is the first step to recover.”

“You’re my problem,” he mumbled.

“Wrong, my friend. I’m the solution. You just gotta listen to me.”

“Yeah, don’t count on it.” Miroku laughed. “So how was work?”

“You’re changing the subject.”

“Damn straight I am.”

They made small talk and drank for a while, then Miroku pulled out his phone to check his notifications and InuYasha searched Netflix for an action movie they haven’t seen yet. The girl was binge-watching a sitcom. A good one, judging by the way her laughter reached his ears every now and then.

He smiled.

In moments like these, it was crazy tempting to walk down the stairs and go for it, but InuYasha wouldn’t dare. He was perfectly fine just hearing her life from a safe distance so they couldn’t hurt each other, because this is what love inevitably leads to — and that was assuming she wouldn’t reject his advances, in the first place.

Might as well save them both some pain.

“So what do you say? Shall we eat ramen for the third time in a row or order some pizza? InuYasha?”

But he wasn’t listening. In the apartment below, a door opened. Her roommate, Sango, had arrived.

“Hey!”

“Hey!” Replied Kagome. “I hope you’re hungry, ‘cause I just made lasagna.”

“And I hope you’re thirsty, ‘cause I just bought Tequila.”

“Tough day, huh?”

“Tough week.”

“Balcony?”

“You bet.”

The girls turned the blender on.

The balcony was their favorite spot to chat. It was also where the acoustic sounded better. To the point even human ears could catch the words.

One look at InuYasha and Miroku realized what it meant.

“Is she going to the balcony?” He asked, but didn’t wait for an answer.

InuYasha ran, intercepting Miroku just in time. One hand securely covering his friend’s mouth, the other holding him still. They were now in their own balcony.

“What the fuck are you doing?”

There was an attempt to speak, but it came off muttered. Even so, InuYasha refused to budge his hand. Until Miroku licked it. “Ugh!”

“What does it look like?” He questioned while InuYasha compulsively wiped his hand on his jeans. “I’m being your wingman.”

“I don’t need a wingman and will you shut up, already?” His whispered, angry. Miroku was ready to deliver a cunning comeback when the blender stopped and the girls stepped into the balcony.

“So I had to break up with Kuranosuke today.”

“Break up? I thought you guys were friends with benefits or whatever.”

“YES! WE WERE! THANK YOU! Now could you please be a lamb and go tell him that? Maybe I didn’t make myself clear the first four hundred times! Oh, stop laughing!”

“I’m sorry, I’m sorry. Go on.”

“It was a nightmare! The whole week he kept sending flowers and Valentine’s Day cards to the precinct. It’s not even february!”

“I’m surprised you didn’t get him arrested.”

“Believe me, I was this close. It’s hard enough getting their respect, you know? Being a female cop and all. He wasn’t helping.”

“I know. But hey! Someday you’ll find the guy for you. Someone who’ll understand how much your job means. I’m serious! You will!”

“Nope. That’s it for me. I’m done with men.”

“Funny, I’m in the opposite vibe.”

“Really? Now that’s interesting.”

“It’s just… I haven’t dated anyone since Koga.”

“Damn, you’re right! I haven’t realized it.”

“You know what? You should set me up with someone.”

Miroku playfully punched InuYasha’s shoulder, getting his attention. “That’s your chance,” he mouthed. The half demon shook his head.

“Hmmm… Wouldn’t Ayumi, Yuka and What’s-Her-Name be a better option for that? I’m usually cuffing most guys I meet.”

“Eri. And no way! They would just set me up with Hojo.”

“Right! And why won’t you date him, again?”

“Because he’s my friend!”

“He is cute.”

“A cute friend.”

“He likes you.”

“Not my fault.”

“Fine. I’ll d—”

“HEY, NEIGHBORS! NEIGHBORS!”

Mortified, InuYasha watched Miroku make a fool of himself. Like in a movie, his body seemed to forget how to react.

“Hi!” Greeted Sango. “I’m sorry. Were we being too loud? We’ll keep it down.”

“No, it’s okay, the walls are really thin. Listen… I have this friend. And he’s really into your friend’s voice. I was wondering if she would be interest in going on a date with him.”

“What?” Kagome let out a shaken giggle.

“Is this for real?”

“Yes! I gotta go, but check his Instagram out. It’s @InuYashaTaisho.”

Apparently very pleased with himself, Miroku walked inside.

“You’re a dead man!”

“What do you think?” Kagome asked, while InuYasha chased Miroku around the apartment.

“It can’t hurt to give a look,” Answered Sango.

“Five years from now, when the two of you get married, you’ll be thanking me for this.” Miroku dodged the pillow InuYasha threw on his direction.

“Don’t ya worry. Imma make sure to write this on your tombstone.”

“Sango!”

“Wha—Wow! This is him? What are you gonna do?”

InuYasha threw another pillow. Miroku caught it in the air. He was cornered on the wall and nothing could save him now.

Bzzt! Bzzzt!

Impertinently, his phone choose that exact minute to vibrate. InuYasha fished it off his back pocket and the notification took his breath away.

Kagome Higurashi started following you.

“Is that her?”

InuYasha ignored him. The only important thing was the dark haired beauty smiling brightly on his screen. Her eyes were big and warm, framed by extremely long black lashes. She had adorable bangs and sharped cheeks. The perfect shape of her lips rivaled those from a greek statue and they seemed to be painted in a natural shade of pink in almost every picture. Except when they were burning red.

He couldn’t have put a better face to the voice if he tried.

Scrolling down her feed, InuYasha continued to connect the features he didn’t know with the names he did. Sango. Her mom. Sota. Buyo. Her grandfather.

“Let me see!” Miroku ran to his side and hang on his shoulder like a parrot, whistling in approval as InuYasha went on. “Woah, wait, wait, wait! Who is that?”

“That’s Sango, the girl you just embarrassed me and yourself in front of.” He followed Kagome back.

“I think I’m in love.”

InuYasha glared at him.

“Don’t even think about it.”

“He followed me back!”

“Oh, it’s going down!” Sango laughed.

“Watch me.” Defied Miroku.

“What the fuck happened to the ‘not dating neighbors’ rule?”

“If four years of law school taught me something was that every rule has its exceptions. In this case, the exception is the absurd level of hotness of said neighbor.”

“On a second thought, go ahead and date her. It’s about time someone put you in jail.”

Miroku smirked.

“Should I say hello?”

“Definitely!” Encouraged Sango. “Don’t schedule anything until I check him for bad precedents, though.”

“You’re such a cop.”

Bzzt! Bzzzt!

Hi!

Hi! I’m sorry about my friend. He thinks ‘boundaries’ is an indie band.

She chuckled.

“Hey!”

“Don’t you have a pizza to order?” InuYasha faced him, eyebrows raised. Miroku narrowed his eyes and left.

“This isn’t over.”

That’s okay. So... you’re a dog demon. I’m assuming this is how you can hear us down here?

Actually I’m half demon, which means I’m only half responsible for invading your privacy. The other half is on you for being so damn loud.

Excuse me?! I thought you liked my loud personality! Wasn’t that the whole point?

To be fair, what I liked was your killer cover of Livin’ On A Prayer.

OH MY GOD! I CAN’T BELIEVE YOU HEARD THAT! Okay. This isn’t fair. You’ve been listening to my voice since I moved in, but I have no idea what yours sound like.

The next text he sent her was his phone number.

A/N: it’s been a while, yes? Tell me if you guys enjoyed this one. Fluff is not really my thing. Let me know if I can interest you in a Part II of them dating and send me sugestions of where they could go, if you want to. If I liked them better than the ideas I have in mind, I might end up writing it (is not a priority, though).

Also, I want to dedicate this piece to @xfangheartx​. Thank you for always being a sweetheart.

[sserpente]

24 little kinks | Door 16 🎄

“You remember that chocolate advent calendar I got you for December?”

“I do,” he chuckled and pressed a tender kiss to your temple. “You made me display it in the kitchen so I would not eat it all at once.”

Your smile widened. “How about we get another one?”

Loki raised an eyebrow, only now paying proper attention to the sex toy ad. Then, he frowned. It was an odd mixture of disgust, genuine curiosity and even a hint of arousal flashing in his blue eyes.

A/N: You know what day it is tomorrow, right? ;-)

NSFW warnings: erotic tickling (?), orgasm delay

-

“What are you doing, my sweet?”

You flinched. You should be used to him sneaking around as quiet as a cat hunting its prey and yet, he managed to startle you every single time.

Quickly, you covered the box you were in the process of wrapping with the blanket hanging from the bed.

“Have you opened the calendar without me again?” He chastised, crossing his arms before his chest as he leaned against the threshold. You shoved the box under the bed inconspicuously, along with the tape and the scissors.

His question could pose the perfect excuse for your secrecy. But your butt was still sore from his attention last night and you couldn’t risk him finding out about what really was in that green box with the golden bow. He’d learn soon enough.

“I did not, I promise! I was looking for a toy cleaner. Our collection is piling up, I’m gonna have to stock up soon…” At least, that wasn’t a lie. You could always clean the toys with hot water but some actual disinfection solution would do no harm. “Let’s open the calendar.”

Loki held the box in his hands before you made it over to your desk. It was large but light and when he opened it, it revealed a long black feather.

You gasped in a delighted manner. “You know what to use that for, right?”

“Oh, I do indeed.” Curiously, he ran his fingers over the soft feather. You could tell a plan was forming in his mind—and you would be lying if you claimed you were not excited for whatever he had in store.

-

Making popcorn garlands for your Christmas tree was something you both loved and despised. The aroma was tempting—salt and coconut oil, and that satisfying popping of the corn in the microwave… stringing them on a thin cord with a needle, however, was a true Sisyphean task. Loki was doing little to help you after you had explained to him what it was you intended to do.

He had made one garland—and then emptied his whole bowl of popcorn by eating it all up. You slapped his hand away when he reached for your bowl.

“Loki! Stop eating my popcorn!”

“How do you expect me not to eat it, putting it right on the table before me?”

You growled. “I told you what I need it for! Popcorn doesn’t grow on trees and I’m not keen on leaving the house again to buy more.”

It had started to snow again over night. Thick flakes fluttered to the ground, resulting in a heavy snow storm. According to the weather forecast, it was going to continue snowing like this for the rest of the week.

Initially, the plan had it been to take Loki out to a Running Sushi place (which he had been meaning to try ever since Thor told him about your food moving right past your table) tomorrow. If you got snowed in, you would have to improvise.

Loki narrowed his eyes at you when you sighed at the window. You were up to something. He could feel it. And you never kept any secrets from him.

“What was really in that box you hid from me this morning?” He asked, following your gaze back to the popcorn garland. Surely, you must have made enough by now unless you intended to put up a twelve foot tree in your living room tomorrow. He underlined his statement by reaching for some popcorn yet again. You pursed your lips, suppressing a grin.

Loki really did remind you of a cat sometimes. Graceful, proud, indifferent towards strangers, a sweet tooth… and sometimes too curious for his own good—at least when it came to you.

“Tell me.” He demanded softly. With a sigh, you finished the next garland and wiped your greasy fingers on the kitchen roll you had brought.

“Nope.”

Loki raised an eyebrow at you—a silent warning. You held back a giggle.

“Tell me.” He mused again, inching closer to you. You leaned back, biting your lower lip. If he truly did not know… then he might have forgotten that tomorrow was a special day. Loki had told you once he barely celebrated his birthday anymore. There had not been a reason since Frigga’s death. Everyone had always made a fuss about the aging of his brother Thor, even now that they had settled on Earth but Loki’s birthday…  Odin had never deemed it as important.

Now he did enjoy praise and worship… for Heaven’s sake he had written a play about his own alleged death before… but there was a sweet bitterness to his birthday upon learning they did not care.

Well, you did. But you were not going to let him in on it yet.

“Tell me…” Hovering above you, he smirked. He knew that whenever you did keep things from him, it was to give him a pleasant surprise, never to deceive or betray him, so he wasn’t worried. But he was in the mood to play. “Tell me…”

You squealed when he started tickling you, making you laugh out loud. Struggling and squirming underneath him, you attempted, in vain, to push his hands away from you. In your frenzy, you kicked out with your feet, knocking the full popcorn bowl on the coffee table straight to the floor and scattering the salty snack all over the carpet.

You were panting when he let you catch your breath, still capturing your body with his.

“Tell me.”

“No!”

“Come on, now, tell me, my sweet…”

“No! Look at the carpet, who’s going to clean that mess up?”

Unfazed, he flicked his wrist and the popcorn disappeared.

“Now… back to important matters. What is in that box?”

“I’ll never tell you!” You screamed playfully, once again letting out a scream when he started tickling you again.

“Oh, I will get it out of you… we have all day, my sweet. Now, where are those handcuffs?”

Your eyes widened. He knew where those handcuffs were. Unceremoniously, he materialised them in his hands, momentarily blinding your eyes with a green light—then, he grabbed your wrists and cuffed them together.

Your eyes met. “Are you willing to tell me yet, my sweet?” Pressing your lips together, you shook your head defiantly.

“Very well…”

Now he could have used magic to remove your clothes with magic but where would be the fun in that?

Painfully slow, he tugged your comfy sweatpants off your body, along with your knickers. Your jumper was next. It hung off the sofa covering your hands because of the cuffs. Loki tilted his head, seemingly contemplating if he should simply cut your bra with his daggers.

“Don’t you dare, Loki! That’s one of my favourite bras!”

He growled in response when he opened it and pushed it up to the jumper, leaving you entirely naked and exposed to both his greedy gaze and skilful hands.

Loki sat back down on you, immobilising the rest of your body. Then, he produced the feather from today’s door. Your eyes widened once more. Oh, you should have known that he would use it against you… you had simply hoped it wouldn’t be so soon.

Making you shiver, he brought the tip of the feather to your left nipple, immediately making you shiver and creating goose bumps all over your chest. You couldn’t quite decide whether it tickled or aroused you… ultimately, it was both. Loki soon tended to your other nipple, right until both of them stood, hardened, along with your constant giggles. The stimulation was so light you arched your back, silently begging him for more.

“Are you going to tell me?” He asked innocently. You grinned and shook your head.

And so Loki continued his sweet torture, pampering each and every inch of your bare skin with the black feather until you were breathing heavily, wetness pooling between your legs. It was insane. Everything Loki did to you, it somehow aroused you.

Finally, he moved between your legs, prying them apart for access with lust sparkling in his blue eyes.

His fingertips tickled your inner thighs, making you squirm again. When he brushed the feather over your swollen lips, you moaned.

Loki started teasing you relentlessly, the tip of the feather tracing your entrance slowly and intimately. It tickled—but it did so in the most pleasant way possible. Finally you understood why a feather of all things was considered a sex toy in many cases. It was so light the stimulation was barely enough to give you that orgasm you craved so much.

Your chest was heaving. He briefly wondered whether he could make you come undone for him with only this feather. If he kept stimulating your clit like this… that sensitive bundle of nerves so desperate for his touch…

“I will let you cum if you tell me now, my sweet. How does that sound?”

It cost you all of your strength to shake your head again. “No!” You whimpered. “Loki, it’s a s-surprise.”

“So there is something in that box I am not to see?”

How could he make such a fuss about this? Oh, you knew… because he needed a reason to tease you into oblivion. He had definitely succeeded. You almost started thrashing wildly when his finger found your pussy to massage it lazily as a reward for your confession.

“No! I mean, yes… Loki, please…” You were tempted to move your cuffed hands down to finish the job yourself but you knew that would only bring you another delicious spanking—which was too soon after last night. You bit your lower lip, begging him with your eyes.

“Don’t cum…” He ordered softly.

“Loki… Loki, please…” He continued to stroke you, now firmly rubbing your clit until you couldn’t take it anymore.

“Not yet…”

Just when you were about to burst, he stopped, reaching for the feather again. And this time… the stimulation was enough. A few firm brushes pushed you right over the edge. You came hard on the sofa, with Loki’s hungry eyes on you as you arched your back and bucked your hips to intensify the feeling—uncontrollable movements you couldn’t help but give in to.

There was something about this advent calendar experience with the God of Mischief. He loved to give, loved to pamper you… loved to make you feel good without always asking for something in return. And while you enjoyed giving him the very same bliss, sometimes downright enchanted by his impressive length, your love for this man went so much more beyond mere sexual lust and the compassion you had felt for the storm inside of him. Loki had a good heart.

It was about time he learned what it meant for him to be appreciated.

-

A/N: Door 17 will be opened tomorrow, on December 17th!

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The monsters within (2/2)

Word count: 3,558

Trigger/content warnings: hallucinations, gaslighting, demons, possession, homophobia, swearing, kissing, horror, scars, self-harm

That morning before I even stopped at my locker I went to find Taylor. He was behind the school; sat at a picnic table. He had headphones on and looked like he was trying to block the world out. 

I walked up to him and slammed my hands on the table, getting his attention. He pulled off his headphones as he cut me with a cold glare, not willing to make the first move. 

"Where did you go last night? You made my sister think I'm crazy." I said. 

"My parents don't exactly allow me to leave the house when I do, so I hid when I heard someone coming." 

"You disappeared in seconds." 

"I'm fast." He shrugged, ready to put his headphones back on. 

"My sister wasn't going to tell your parents that you were out." 

"I didn't know that. You have a stick up your ass, so it'd make sense for her to as well." 

"I do not have a stick up my ass." 

"I beg to differ." 

The bell rang and Taylor motioned towards the school. 

Without another word I turned to the school and left him at his table. 

I didn't see Lillith that day until after school when she caught me leaving the building. She fell into step next to me; curiosity graced her flawless features. 

"Where were you this morning?" She asked. 

"I was dealing with some business." 

"Ooo, spooky. Do tell." She leaned forward in a desperate attempt to catch my eye and I rewarded her action with a small smile. 

"There was a boy," Lillith's face fell the second those words left my mouth. "Don't worry, Lillie, I'm not into him. I just had to talk to him about something that transpired last night. It was nothing too big though." 

"What trans… trans… happened- what happened last night that you had to talk about with him?" 

"We crossed paths on our evening walks and he randomly disappeared." 

"You go for walks?" 

"Yeah, sometimes I have nightmares and going for a walk helps calm my mind." 

"You can always call me if you have a nightmare." 

"Father doesn't allow us to have cell phones." 

"Wait," she stopped and put a hand out to stop me as well, "so you don't have a phone." 

"No, I don't." 

"Then how do you talk to your friends?" 

"We're currently talking." 

"No, like when you're not face to face." 

"I don't. I don't have any friends." 

"I'm your friend!" Why does she insist on pitying you? 

"I don't need your pity." 

"It's not pity. I legit think you're cool." Now she lies to you. 

"Whatever, my father is here." 

"Ok, I'll see you tomorrow morning then!" She skipped off towards her mom's car and I was left with her words ringing through my head. 

The morning of Halloween Mr. Poe was even more active than normal. With everything happening he was stressed out and was, in turn, stressing me out as well. 

What if Lillith is just pranking you. What if Lillith thinks you're stupid. You're just going to make a fool of yourself. You suck anyway. It makes no sense why anybody would want to be your friend. Lillith hates you she hates- 

"Luna?" Lillith touched my shoulder and I jumped away from her, suddenly remembering where I am. Standing in front of my locker. "Are you ok?" 

"Yeah, I'm fine. Just some nerves about tonight. I don't go out often." 

"Don't worry about it. My mom is going to pick us up after school then we're gonna stop at my house to get ready." 

"That sounds acceptable." 

"Cool! Do you have a costume?" 

"A costume? For what?" 

"For Halloween, silly. You're supposed to dress up in a costume. It's really fun!" 

"I'm sorry, I've never celebrated before. I don't know the customs."

"I probably have something you can dress up as. I already have ideas." 

The bell rang causing Lillie to give me a curt smile then turn away with a wave. She didn't want me to make her late to class since I still haven't deposited my backpack in my locker. 

Lillith was right on time after school. She made it to my locker before even I did. She wants to get this over with. I took a moment to appreciate her. Her dark hair was pulled away from her face with clips, her colorful platform sneakers were scuffed at the toes, and her sweater was slightly oversized and made her look tiny. She looked over at me and waved, a smile stretching across her amazing face. 

"Are you ready to get this party started?" She asked when I made it into earshot. 

"We're going to a party?" I opened my locker to grab my things, to not make Lillie wait any longer than necessary. 

"Well, not really. You could consider the Halloween festival to be a party though." 

Lillith hooked her arm in mine and led me out to her mom's car. Her mom was a very talkative lady who asked me questions about my family until Lillith finally told her to lay off. Lillie had me pressed against her side the whole time and if I'm honest with myself I'd admit that I didn't hate it. Homosexuality is a sin, my little moon child. 

Once we got to Lillie's room she sat me down in a chair and stood behind me. She toyed with my hair, a smile played across her features. 

"You should tie this up, your eyes are beautiful." She said. 

"Why don't you do that then." 

She hummed approvingly then grabbed a hair tie off of her dresser and tied my hair back into a low pony. She spun me in her desk chair so I was facing her and she tilted her head. After a moment of regarding me, she reached over my shoulder and grabbed a black berrett off of her desk which she clipped my bangs out of my face with. 

Her face was inches from mine, her brown eyes looking into my own. She leaned in, her lips nearly brushing mine. Quick push her away! You can't let this succubus put you under her spell. 

I pushed her away from me before her lips could hit mine and she looked away, slightly frazzled. She made the quick decision to pretend that what just happened didn't happen and she walked to her closet to get something. 

"I have the perfect idea for your costume." She said. 

"What's your idea?" 

"Well, you're all black preppy goth look gave me the idea of-" She pulled cat ears out of her closet and placed them on my head, "cat girl! You look so cute!" 

"I look promiscuous." 

"I'll pretend that I know what that means and move on." 

"I look like a slut." 

"Oh, I don't think you look like a slut. You look cute." 

"Of course you would find it cute." 

"Stop being pissy, storm cloud." She kissed the top of my head then went back to her closet to change. She's gonna turn you into a homosexual. If you don't stop talking to her now you'll go to hell too. You don't want that. You don't want to be a sinner. 

"Do you like my costume?" 

I looked over to where Lillie was standing. She was wearing a red riding hood outfit complete with the dress and cloak. Her hair was flowing loosely around her shoulders and her lipgloss shined in the light. 

"Yeah, it looks good on you." Suppress the thoughts. Suppress the thoughts. Suppress the- 

"We could head over to the festival. It takes place in the park which is just a few minutes walk from my house." 

Lillie took my hand for the second time that night. She led me to the park talking up the festival the whole time. By the time we got there, I expected it to take place in a castle. 

She led me around the different booths and we bought candy and sweets galore.

 After a while, Lillith started dragging me towards the haunted house. In my gut, I knew it was a bad idea, but I didn't want to disappoint Lillie, so I sucked it up and went in with her. 

Jump scares have never been my forte, I get lost in my head and the jump scares become amplified because I wasn't expecting them. Not to mention this haunted house looked horrifying. 

We got to the front rather quickly and Lillie led me in, her hand gripping mine. The house immediately gave off an eerie feeling that set me on edge. 

Nothing happened in the first room but the second that we stepped into the second room a ghost jumped out of the wall at us, which caused both me and Lillie to scream. However, Lillie quickly recovered and laughed at herself while I remained in an anxious state. I could still feel the eyes of the ghost on me.

 I looked up from the floor and locked eyes with multiple shadowy figures that were slowly pressing closer. Lillie tugged on my hand to get me to keep moving, but I couldn't. My legs felt like jelly and I didn't want to move towards the shadows. 

She pulled on my hand more eagerly and when I looked up I saw blood dripping down the walls. Someone with a ski mask and chainsaw came towards us and I knew this was it. This was the moment that I died. 

I braced myself for death, but it never came. Instead, I felt Lillie's lips close to my ear. 

"Hun, can you walk? There's an emergency exit over there that we can take." 

I nodded weakly and managed to stumble out of the house, but the second that I hit the grass I was on my knees dry heaving. 

"What was that in there?" Lillie asked.

"You tried to kill me is what happened." I wiped my hand on my sleeve; the adrenaline started to ebb a little. 

"You weren't going to die, it was just a haunted house." 

"Exactly! There was a ghost and shadow creatures and blood and a man with a chainsaw, I thought I was going to die." 

"Luna, there weren't shadow creatures or blood, and the man with the chainsaw was just an actor. He pointed out the exit." 

"What do you mean?" 

"Do you see things that aren't there? I didn't see half of the stuff that you did." She's gaslighting you. You saw that stuff. 

"Don't tell me what's real and what isn't real when you can't even handle your own emotions and thoughts." 

"I can handle my emotions." 

"Tell that to the scars on your arms." 

"I'm working on that." She hugged herself defensively and turned away. "How do you know about that anyway." 

"You decided to try to cut yourself behind the school after being bullied." 

"You saw that?" Hurt cut across her features. 

"I may have witnessed that. It wasn't my place to intervene." 

"I thought we were friends." 

"We're not friends! You just decide to tag along with me no matter what I say and you badger me into going to things like this then put me through traumatic experiences for your enjoyment!" 

"I do not do that." 

"No, you're right. You just feel useless, so you use me to feel needed. The fact that I'm friendless is something that you think you can fix. Have you ever thought that maybe I like it that way?" 

She turned fully away this time. "I don't need to deal with this kind of harassment." 

"Yeah, just run away." I continued to yell up at her from my spot on the ground. 

She gave me one last hurt look before walking away. 

A few days later, at school, Lillith came up to me with an apologetic look on her face. 

"Luna," she said, "I'm sorry about how things went down between us. If you're ok with it I'd like to stay over. I'm sure a lot of what you said is true, so I'd like to work towards a mutually beneficial relationship between us." 

"Did you consult a dictionary for that speech?" I didn't look at her. I couldn't look at her. If I looked at her I'd let her come back. Good girl. 

"What? No." 

"Well, that was big words for someone like you. You can't even understand the fact that I don't want your friendship." 

"I thought that you were just against the one-sided friendship."

"I'm against friendship with you at all. You're a sorrowful excuse for a human being and I don't want to deal with it." 

"I'm over here trying to apologize and instead you just insult me?" 

"If you'd leave you wouldn't be insulted." 

Her eyes darkened and she finally turned to leave, casting me one last glance before finally leaving. 

I finished putting my stuff away and when I turned to walk to class I saw Taylor standing right next to me. 

"Taylor!" I squeaked. 

"Sorry, Luna." He backed away from me, a smile on his face. "Did Lillith leave you?" 

"She's a terrible person that I didn't want to be involved with." 

"You're better off without her anyway." 

"Thanks, I guess." 

"She was just holding you back anyway. Making you feel things that you shouldn't." 

"What do you mean?" 

"You had a major crush on her. You're better without her because now you don't-" 

"Why do you think I have a crush on her?" 

"It's obvious." 

"No, it's not." 

"To me it is." 

"Whatever, I'm going to class." 

"See you later then!" 

Days went by and Lillith finally respected my wishes and left me alone. Meanwhile, Mr. Poe was getting more and more aggressive and yelled at me more and more. He called me a failure and an idiot and every insult under the sun. 

One day though, a good week after Lillith had stopped talking to me, Mr. Poe was being especially terrible during lunch. 

You're a failure, nobody would want to be your friend even if you let them. You'll live alone your whole life. You're not even worth the air that you breathe. Just shut up and be the doormat that you know you should be. 

Taylor walked in at that moment, sitting next to me and giving a small wave to Mr. Poe. 

"Hey, Luna. What're you two talking about?" 

How Luna will never amount to anything. 

"You're probably not wrong." 

"Aren't you supposed to defend me?" I asked. 

"But he's not wrong." 

You should listen to this one, he seems good. 

"You'll make a good trophy wife someday, but you're not smart enough to do much else."

"You don't know that. You barely know me." 

"I know you better than you think." 

"You don't know me! You wouldn't know it! You don't know me." 

Taylor slowly walked towards me, which caused me to cower in the corner. 

"You're useless." Useless, Luna, useless. 

"I'm not useless!" USELESS "I'M NOT, DON'T CALL ME USELESS!" My hands went over my head as I tried to protect myself from their insults. But they just both broke into cackles. 

"Luna?" Lillith was crouched in front of me and I was suddenly unsure of how long she's been trying to get my attention. "Who are you talking to?" 

"Mr. Poe and Taylor. They're in the room. Do you not see them? They're in the room." 

"Hey, Luna." Lillith grabbed my cheeks, and she forced me to look up at her. "Don't listen to them. They aren't real." 

"You don't know what's real!" I cried as I pulled my knees closer. Are you going to let her trick you?

"Nobody else can see Taylor or Mr. Poe, they're hallucinations. Nobody is in here with you but me." She ran her thumb under my eyes and dried my tears. 

"Why should I believe you?" She's lying to you. She wants to hurt you. 

"Because I care about you and don't want to see you in pain. And I know how it feels to struggle with mental illness and not get help. It sucks and I don't want you to go through that." 

"Why would you care about me? I've been so mean to you." She doesn't care.

"Because I see how much you're struggling and I understand how hard it can be. I want to help, but I can only help if you let me." 

"How do I fix it then?" You can't fix me. I am you whether you want to admit it or not. 

"Are you going to let her get rid of me!" Taylor screamed at me from the opposite corner. 

I cowered away from him as I covered my ears and Lillith scooted closer. 

"First," she said, her voice oddly soothing. "You need to get out of your environment. That house is awful and terrible for you. Second, you need to get on some meds and don't expect the first one to work. Third, you need to talk to someone." 

"That's a lot…" Taylor was progressively getting closer and Mr. Poe was whispering in the back of my mind. 

"Let's start on step one then. You have enough bruises and scars to easily get emancipated from your parents. I say start with that and I'll convince my parents to let you stay with us." 

"Why would they want me?" 

"Because you're a sweet girl when you let yourself be and you're struggling so hard. I doubt they'd let you go through this on your own or leave you with your abusive parents." 

"They aren't-" 

"Don't defend them. That's not how you punish your kids. My parents barely even yell at me." 

"Ok, that… that does sound nice." 

"Good. Then tomorrow after school we're going to start the process of getting you emancipated." She held out her pinky to me, tears in her eyes. "I promise I will not leave you at any point. I'll be with you every step of your recovery." 

I hooked my pinky with hers, and I finally felt sure about something in my life. 

16 months later

Lillith pov

Luna had been living with us for almost a year and a half. Shortly after she moved out of her parents' house she started setting a therapist and was diagnosed with schizophrenia rather quickly. 

She got on some meds, but we still struggled for a while. There were days when she really couldn't tell her hallucinations for reality and she got super paranoid. She'd hear voices a lot and they usually weren't telling her great things. However, after some trial and error, we got her on some meds that work well for her. She sleeps better now and she's even more affectionate towards me now that she's not super paranoid about me hating her or wanting to hurt her. 

It's still taking a lot of effort from all of us to work through the trauma that her parents left her with, but I feel like we're making progress. 

She no longer believes in the religion that she was brought up in. Her therapist said that it's to be expected since she was suffocated by it for so long. I find it to be a step in the right direction because she's not letting her parents dictate her life anymore. 

She turns eighteen today and her big wish was to stay home and watch movies with me. So, I decided to make us a pillow nest on my bed and get her favorite movies ready to stream. I had gotten my mom to help me distract Luna while I set everything up and so far it was going great. 

I turned off the lights to prepare for her arrival and the fairy lights that I have set up in my room twinkled beautifully. I heard Luna's voice down the hall and I climbed into the blanket nest to prepare for her arrival. 

She walked in and immediately caught my eyes. She inhaled sharply and looked around the room. "Lillith," she said, breathily, "what is all of this?" 

"You said that you wanted to stay in and watch movies, so I created a blanket nest. I thought that we could cuddle and stream your favorite movies. How does that sound?" 

"That sounds wonderful." She climbed into the blanket nest before she cuddled into my side. I watched her pull a blanket over our laps then lay her head on my shoulder. 

I passed her the laptop and she turned on Coroline. It was a movie that she discovered when she first moved in and couldn't stop watching after that. 

Right before the opening credits started rolling she pecked my lips, a faint blush dusted her cheeks. "Thanks for everything that you've done. I don't know where I'd be right now if it weren't for you." 

"Probably dead in a ditch." 

Her laugh was like music to my ears. "You're probably right."

"You do know I love you, right?" 

"You show me every day." 

I pulled her closer to my side, as I buried my face in her hair to hide my tears. She'd never kissed me before. I suspected that she liked me and I liked her, but I didn't want to push her by making the first move. 

Something inside me told me that everything was finally going to be okay. 

[haloud]

frame me up on your wall

prompt fill for the rnm kink meme! prompt is here.  rated E.

and here it is on ao3

Contains: emotional sex, Alex taking Michael apart with ruthless care, yknow, just normal everyday stuff around here

It’s never been a thing, really, that Michael stays hard after they’ve finished, could come again and again long after Alex has been exhausted and spent. Alex satisfies him, always, and that’s that. Sometimes Alex will order him to jack himself off one more time after they’ve come together and watch, tongue against his bottom lip, heat in his eyes. It isn’t a thing until Alex wants it to be, until he takes matters into his own hands.

It starts…

Well. It doesn’t start at any one place at any one time, so much as it builds from fumbles in the dark to aching, sweat-slicked arching together, to Alex moving and flexing his stomach, his hips, head tipped back as he rides Michael, using him for his own pleasure—but it’s that last time that Michael first sees the spark of it in Alex’s eye for what it is, when Alex comes, grinning and shuddering with his eyes fluttering shut, the working of his body pulling Michael along with him before he’s finished riding out the aftershocks. He tips over on his side to curl up into Michael’s chest, one hand scritching through his chest hair, the other drifting down to wrap gently around Michael where he’s still rock hard. Michael twitches away a bit on instinct at the oversensitivity, and Alex lets out a pleased little hum.

Michael’s laugh is breathy, and he turns his head to kiss the top of Alex’s and mutter into his hair, “I know a plotting noise when I hear one. How afraid should I be right now?”

Alex just laughs along with him and lifts his head up for a real kiss, and that’s how Michael knows the answer is very.

A few days pass—teasing days, days where Alex will rile him up with little touches, lingering, open-mouth kisses, then leave him wanting, whimpering and rolling his head against Alex’s shoulder.

“Why are you doing this,” he whines, headbutting him lightly.

“Just want to collect the best possible data,” Alex replies cheerfully, tugging his hair to force his head back and away, making him moan at the deep sting. “Call it scientific curiosity. You’re into that kind of thing, right?”

“You’re into cruel and unusual punishment.”

“Drama queen.”

By the third day of this, it takes nothing, nothing at all, to get Michael hard and aching, so it’s a profound, sweet relief when Alex slips straight into bed and climbs on top of him, letting Michael bear his whole body weight to kiss him.

And he kisses him. Pinned to the bed, Alex’s hand firm on his jaw, thumb on his vulnerable throat, Michael is possessed and owned and gasping for air he doesn’t really need, because everything he needs is Alex, and what Alex is ready to give him.

He can’t help himself, already hard, from hooking his leg around Alex’s waist, slipping down so his calf rests against the curve of Alex’s ass, rubbing himself against his hip and ready to come in his pants like a teenager. Alex laughs and bites his bottom lip, letting him go at it all sloppy and eager for pleasure, no matter what Alex has in store for him tonight.

“Go ahead, if you’re so eager to get started,” Alex says. He grips Michael’s ass firmly, grinding their bodies together, taking control of Michael’s clumsy rhythm. Given permission, Michael bucks and comes, but it’s not enough, not nearly, and he shudders in Alex’s arms at the twitching, ultra-sensitive aftershocks zipping across his nerves.

“Fuck,” he breathes, nosing against the hollow right behind Alex’s ear and inhaling as he tries to recover. Alex massages the back of his neck, giving him this moment, until he grabs the soft curls at the base of his skull and tugs him away again.

“Undress.”

Alex rolls off him, and Michael scrambles to obey, shucking off his pants; he’s barely kicked them off his ankles when Alex’s hands are on him again, pulling him into position, and he tries to stay as still and good as he can, wherever Alex puts him. He lets out a h-hah—when Alex wraps a hand loosely around the base of his cock, nudging his legs wide apart to lay between them.

“How long will it take before you beg me, I wonder. For relief, for mercy—either one, really.”

His grin is so beautiful, so fierce, Michael gulps and clenches his hands at his sides, not having permission to reach down and run his fingers through that soft, dark hair. Adrenaline spikes in his blood at the look in those eyes, and he cries out, helpless, when Alex ducks to lap at a streak of come left from before.

“I want to hear you beg,” he says, licking his lips, those dark, dark eyes locking onto Michael’s again, pinning him in place like a mouse cornered by a cat.

“Alex,” he replies, voice all cracked open and pleading already, and maybe he isn’t begging yet, not really, but he’ll do anything, be anything, Alex wants.

“That’s a good start.”

He takes the head of Michael’s cock into his mouth, just the tip, and rests it there on his tongue, so soft and wet and hot and Michael cries out but doesn’t, doesn’t thrust up into it. He’s so sensitive that every tiny fluctuation of Alex’s tongue sends him twisting and shuddering, and—

Alex sinks down, and he can’t help himself, can’t help but rock up into it, not thrusting but curling around that point of unbearable pleasure, knees rucking up to frame Alex’s head, toes curling helplessly in the air when Alex sucks hard, the pressure making him clench up, every muscle he has.

Then Alex is gone, leaving him cold and pulling the first “Please—” from his lips, already, because Alex told him to beg, and he wants, wants to be good for him.

“Just cleaning you up,” Alex teases, sitting up and gently easing Michael’s legs back down to the bed.

“Alex, please.”

“Hm. Well, since you asked so nicely.”

And then his mouth is back all liquid and hot and Michael lets out a cracked moan to the ceiling, back arching while his hips stay still on the bed right where Alex holds him. His second orgasm comes so fast on the heels of the first, still so, so sensitive, urged on by the expert working of Alex’s tongue on his shaft, the seal of his lips, the soft perfection of his mouth. Alex lets him come right down his throat, pulls off wiping his mouth and swallowing one more time, smug satisfaction in every line of his rubbed-red smile.

He crawls up Michael’s body to kiss him, grab a fistful of curls and direct him just the way he likes, and Michael holds himself all limp to follow orders. He tastes himself on top of Alex, and it makes him shudder under every single touch.

Then Alex is pulling away, kneeling up to fetch the bottle of lube on the bed beside them. The loss of his attention, even for a second, is a cold shock that has Michael reaching out for him until he comes back, hitches Michael’s thighs around his hips.

“Don’t worry, Michael,” Alex croons, “I’m still going to fuck you.” Cool and steady, his fingers pet across Michael’s hole, and Michael arches his hips up, not sure if he’s going toward or away from that teasing touch, and Alex laughs and keeps petting him, never actually sinking a finger inside.

“As soon as you’ve come one more time, then I’ll fuck you. Nice and slow when there’s nothing in your head except for me, my cock inside you, just this side of hurting. Does that sound good?”

All he’s capable of vocalizing is a strangled, whimpering sound, a desperate affirmation, an arch of his back to give Alex all the openness and space he needs to finish taking him apart. And Alex croons wordlessly in return, rewarding him by leaning over and laying sweet kisses across his back and shoulders. His finger sinks inside, and Michael shakes, clenches around it on reflex, grits his teeth on a loud, shuddery moan.

“You’re so hot. Gonna feel so good around me, hm? You always do.”

“H—hhhh—ahh, ‘lex—”

“That’s it. I want to hear you say my name, Michael.” He adds another finger, scissors them apart, stretching Michael’s hole.

“Alex!”

“Good boy.”

Tears bead on Michael’s lashes; he swallows down the lump in his throat and breathes out a shuddery gasp. The sound of a cap behind him—and Michael thinks Alex is adding more lube, hitches his hips up in anticipation, but then it’s Alex’s other hand walking wet fingers up the line of his spine, and Michael breathes in the electric chemical smell of acetone, and he’s already moaning by the time Alex’s fingers get to his mouth. The taste hits his tongue and burns all the way down his throat the way good whiskey does, and Michael takes Alex’s long, lovely fingers down to the knuckle, trying to stuff them in his throat, to take Alex any and every way he can get. He sucks them dry of acetone, until Alex pulls them away and brings them back coated in liquid again, and Michael swallows and swallows.

“That’s it,” Alex purrs. Then his fingers are gone, and Michael tries to breathe better so he doesn’t pass out, works his jaw from the missing of something to stretch it, that extra shade of fullness he can’t help but crave.

The next sound actually is more lube, and a third finger slides inside Michael’s ass, even though he’s so loose and pliant already.

“Please,” he moans.

“One more, Michael. You’re going to give me one more, because you’re good, so good for me—”

God, and then Alex is slicking up his cock, and then he’s working his way inside, and Michael should be spent, it should hurt and sting too bad for him to even get hard again, but he is, again, still, throbbing and aching as Alex strokes him until he bottoms out, and the pain feels so, so good.

Michael’s hands scrabble against the bed, desperate for something to hold onto, fisting the sheets until they spring free of the corners of the mattress, fisting in his own hair and pulling hard, biting his own palm to muffle the pathetic sounds, the grunts and mewls driven out of his throat with every thrust. It hurts, ripe and raw, it’s too, too much, lets and arms so weak he can’t get any leverage.

Everything he is is Alex’s, and Alex takes him. Takes him down and takes him apart. His face is wet with tears, a line of drool at the corner of his open mouth as he surrenders to it, fills his mouth with please, please, please, Alex, please.

“What do you want, Michael? What do you need?”

“F-fuck—” He gasps out as Alex eases into him, lets him fill his lungs up with air, digging pressure against his prostate and making his cock twitch, because he’s close again, somehow, knowing it’s gonna hurt just makes it better, raises goosebumps on every inch of his skin

“Yeah. You can’t even say it, can you? But I know. I know what you need.”

“Always, Alex—Alex—ahh, fuck!”

Alex takes his rhythm back, harder and faster, and wraps his hand around Michael’s cock to bring him along too. And he does have mercy, keeping his touch light but firm, not so much friction Michael tries to squirm away on instinct, but just enough to help him over that edge again, again, again, as many times as Alex wants—

And then Alex comes inside him with a long, sweet moan of his own, Michael’s answering whine high and thin, and Alex, he pulls away even though Michael tries to arch up, tighten up, to keep him in, not ready to be without the fullness and weight of him inside, anchoring him in his body.

Alex hushes him, soothes him by sliding two fingers back inside, not enough but enough to keep him from crying out again. His knuckle nudges Michael’s prostate again, at the same time his hand clenches down and works him more firmly, and that’s it, another orgasm is pulled out of him burning and bruised and sweet like a good, sore muscle, and his toes curl up, and his head goes back, and his eyes roll up in his head, and he loses a little time there, for just a second, to the wordless, pleased, proud rumble of Alex’s voice as he comes in to kiss him, steal the quick and fluttering breath from his lips.

“Oh, Michael,” he says against his mouth. “God, you’re incredible, you did everything I asked, you’re so, so good—"

And Michael believes him, and he floats there for a while, feeling as loose and giving as warm taffy, moving only with Alex’s gentle hands as he cleans them and the bed, not even flinching when he touches him where it’s sore and used and raw. The trickle of water on his skin is cool and sweet, and the world swims behind Michael’s half-closed eyes until the washcloth goes away and takes Alex with it, then the bed dips again and Alex is back, sliding his arm beneath Michael’s heavy head, pulling him into his body.

“Look at you,” Alex murmurs, his thumb smoothing over Michael’s eyebrow and down to rest against his cheek. And Michael smiles to dimple just beneath that touch.

“’M a mess.”

“You’re perfect.”

And there’s a raw tenderness in his voice that makes Michael stir, open his eyes, and look up into his face.

“I’ve had everything of you, and it still isn’t enough,” Alex says, in almost a whisper.

“Doesn’t have to be. Anything you want, it’s yours.”

“I could have you like this every day for the rest of our lives, and I think I’d still want more. It scares me, wanting anything that much.”

His hand skims down Michael’s side, warm against skin that’s cooled off the exertion flush, and Michael lowers his own hand to cover it, press it against his bare stomach.

“I’m yours,” he says, all metaphors deserted in the wake of the peaceful haze Alex has left inside his mind.

Alex bends to kiss his forehead, tugs him so much closer like he’s trying to fuse them together, and Michael closes his eyes, slips a leg between Alex’s thighs, and lets the feeling of their bodies so close carry him away.

[shineonyoucrazyyandere]

Yandere La Squadra with Neko s/o ? :3

Yandere! La Squadra with a Neko! Fem! s/o

Yandere! Formaggio

This man is a total sucker for cats, so of course he makes sure to keep someone so special as you to himself.

He’s pretty knowledgeable about cat behavior so he dutifully experiments, teases you a bit, and he will definitely call you his little kitten.

Said nickname might come in hand quite literally whenever he decides to shrink you down. He finds it satisfying to rub one of his fingers across your tiny set of cat ears. 

Gets excited when you end up purring, (whether you can actually help it or not he doesn’t care)

If other cats seem to like being your presence, he certainly takes advantage of that as well. They’re like a little tracker for you, which makes the work of keeping an eye on you much easier. 

If you just happen to run off at any time, he treats the search like you’re an actual cat. Much like actual cats he has, he keeps you sealed in a jar (with holes in it of course for breathing) until you decide to behave. 

Yandere! Illuso

  He’s enthralled by your little tail flicking back and forth, with your ears twitching here and there.

Loves it when the bit of fur frays on your ears as they fold back after him scaring you from popping up suddenly. He tries to space it out so you don’t get used to it.

Will go to great lengths to get you embarrassed when he feels you’re a little too feisty. Rewards you if you’re good just like a typical pet. 

However he won’t treat you passive aggressively/mockingly when you seem to be calm. But he still tries to get you to purr, and make a meow sound oddly enough. 

Yandere! Pesci

 He thinks you’re adorable, he can’t help but keep gushing around you. Especially your ears and the occasional brush of your tail hitting his skin. 

Doesn’t antagonize you in anyway, he wants you to stay with him and let him pamper you.

Definitely makes you fish shaped treats or other cute little snacks, he’ll even leave you be and watch you from a distance. Hoping you like what he made for you. 

Thinks about teasing around a toy with his Beach Boy, but doesn’t want to be too obnoxious so he merely fantasizes about it occasionally.

Yandere! Prosciutto 

   He’s genuinely curious about your ears and such, definitely wonders if you shed any fur. So he can keep his nice suits out of the way of potential cat fur. 

  Treats you like a typical human for the most part, and definitely overprotective over you to an insane extent. Especially your diet, is it more cat like or can you eat most human food? He certainly uses this as his main excuse to keep you trapped with him.

You’re kept very well taken care of, and he often pets you. It’s oddly therapeutic for him even though you’re essentially a human with cat ears and a tail. 

Memorized any habits you have, good or bad. Lightly scolds when you try to run off, he noticeably softens when you’re actually acting decent.

Yandere! Melone

 There’s a dangerous glint in this man’s eye as he fixates on your special areas. Its potential for him to study.

Ends up wondering about your anatomy or behavior, though your so special to him he makes sure to treat you every time he goes on one o his little bouts of curiosity.

Melone especially soaks up anything he finds adorable, eventually he memorizes alone your weak spots for petting. Or anything really to expose to get you to calm down.

He might have a notepad out to write anything down that he thinks is interesting. 

Definitely coddles you, and asks what you think of certain things. Spoils you with cute toys and the like. 

Any kind of punishment just involves you being in a decent size from who knows where cage that’s well cushioned right in the corner of his room. It’s mainly used when you attempt to escape.

Yandere! Ghiaccio 

 He’s utterly confused by what you are exactly, how do you work anatomy wise? And if you have human ears, he’s probably going to rant about the strangeness of having two sets of ears. 

Doesn’t let many people around you, so you just stay in his room for the most part. But you are preoccupied by the copious amount of cute cat plushies and cat related merch.

Pets you by the ears usually, and very attentive to your wellbeing. (Well aside from letting you go)

Ends up holding you to himself often, and he’s pretty keen on anything on what you might try to get him away from you. So unless you want a little taste of white album it’s best to leave Ghiaccio to his cuddling.

Yandere! Sorbet and Gelato

  Both take turns in caring for you, there’s no slipping away from either of them.

Gelato loves going for the cute nicknames, definitely flicks around your cute cat ears. Sorbet on the other hand is just silent petting and some breathy teasing to get you to purr.

They have a cage for you of course just in case things get a little out of hand, it wouldn’t be as flashy as Melone’s would be. But it’s enough to get you to learn to not disobey either of them. 

You end up sleeping with one or between both of them. Treats are offered the following day if you listen to their needs.

Sorbet is usually the one to help you eat, while Gelato usually idles around with anything you fancy. It’s usually taken away if you’re not listening or trying to run off.

  Yandere! Risotto Nero

   He’s smitten with the fact his obsession is seemingly part cat, he does his best to provide you with whatever he can retrieve.

 Sometimes he just silently stares at you in long admiration without a single word. If you’re not used to him doing this, it comes across as very unsettling. 

Often holds you from behind, simply petting softly and somehow inexplicably gets you to relax into his arms each time with his precise touches. He’s just oddly talented at finding your weak spots for petting. 

Similar to Pesci he seems to bring treats to you when he feels you deserve them. He does make sure you can eat the food he brings, since having a Neko around is new territory. 

A simple collar around the neck, and a looming threat of Metallica going through your body seems to keep you in place. He never damages your ears or tail curiously enough. 

[kimvvantae]

feel better; (1)

➜ being with jimin is hot but cold at the same time. sweet but painful, exciting but sad, intimate but distant - and you don’t know if getting too close is worth the risk.

pairing: daddy!jimin x (f) reader

genre: smut (in future chapters), angst, fluff 

warnings: language, non-explicit mentions of sex

word count: 2k

A/N: this is an introduction of what i plan to do. if you guys like it i might update. also, i know that daddy kink is cringey, but 190105 jimin awakened the sub bitch inside of me and i had to write it. i’m not sorry.

➜ check out masterlist in bio for more of my works!

It's one of those days when you're sure the Universe hates you.

Whenever you think everything is fine, whenever you think you're about to have a nice day for once, whatever creatures that control the world probably look at you and say hm, I don't think so, bitch.

You close your eyes tightly and embrace your own body, heavy blankets covering you. The bedroom is considerably dark, but it's probably already noon and the world outside must be looking beautiful. It's summer, after all - and you're in one of the nicest places in the planet to enjoy summer: Rio de Janeiro.

You still don't know exactly how you ended up here. Jimin simply texted you some nights ago, asking if you wanted to "escape" from work. Of course you said yes, but you didn't expect that Jimin meant "escape" literally and would take you to fucking Brazil. 

You don't know him very well, but one thing you've learned about Park Jimin in these six months is that he's a very surprising man.

When you started with the whole sugar daddy thing, you didn't expect it to turn out to be good - because at the beginning, it really wasn't. You just started it because the idea of earning money easily was nice and you were desperate, so when you found out there was an app to find daddies (yes, there are apps about it), you downloaded it quickly. Let's just give it a try.

You did not meet anyone at first: you just sent nudes and some videos to your "clients", always covering your face and identity to protect yourself, and the experience was humiliating to say the very least. You kept doing it because the "clients" actually did pay for it and, again, you needed the money. Many of them said they'd pay more if you met them in person. You always refused. If just sending them some nudes made you feel that bad, then meeting in person or maybe having sex with them would be terrible.

That is… until you met Jimin.

You still don't know why the fuck he was using that app. Let's be honest, Park Jimin is not the type of man that needs to pay for sex. He sent you a message, though, and for some time you just sent him nudes as usual. Jimin was doing it anonymously - as most of the "clients" do - so you had no idea he was young. That is, until he started to ask for your private number. You got worried at first; he wasn't the first one to ask this, and you'd always refuse any kind of personal contact with the "clients". You're not stupid. You know that most of those old men are searching for a dumb girl or boy to use them in ugly ways. You considered blocking him…

Until you woke up to one thousand dollars in your bank account.

No one has ever paid that much.

All that because he wanted your private number.

Well, you gave him. If anything became strange, you could just block him and get rid of this number, right?

However, things took an unexpected route when the first thing Jimin sent was a video of himself masturbating for you.

You couldn't believe it. It could be a fake video, right? Are you telling me this beautiful man was on an app that only old men use? It took hours for you to reply - both because of your suspicion, your shock, and the fact that the video was mesmerizing. 

The man on the video was ridiculously hot. He was biting his bottom lip (such plump lips!) and moaning in a way that made your legs feel like jelly. And his cock - wow. Just wow.

You got wet and texted him back.

It was the first time someone made you come with texts.

You used to make fun of your friends when they talked about sexting, but sexting with this man was something out of this world. He was good with words and, before you noticed, you were sending more and more videos and nudes of yourself - and he'd constantly send videos of himself, too, what made you come to the conclusion that it wasn't fake. You've reached a point where you were doing it because of how hot it was, and not because of the money.

But then, Jimin thought that just sexting wasn't enough and asked to meet you in real life.

You still hesitated. You knew nothing about him. He could be a rapist, a psycho, a murderer. Jimin didn't force you into meeting him, though, what was unexpectedly nice of him (sugar daddies usually are not that nice), but he would ask from time to time if you'd like to meet.

A certain day, curiosity took the best of you and you said yes - as long as you'd meet in a public place.

Jimin choose a mall downtown.

It was a shocking moment.

One thing was seeing photos or videos of him. Another thing was seeing him in person.

His beautiful, plump lips. His cat-like eyes. Pitch black hair, flawless skin. He's not that tall, but his body proportions are balanced and perfect. The way he carries himself with confidence and pride, the way he looks at people with his piercing gaze…

When his eyes landed on you, you felt like being shot.

You promised yourself you wouldn't have sex with him, but ended up fucking the whole night.

The. Whole. Night.

Jimin was seductive. He was strong and flexible and had great stamina. Rough but  slow, deep and intoxicating, breath-takingly intense. He wasn't focusing only on his pleasure but on yours, too - and he didn't stop until he saw you begging desperately for release, dripping wet, toes curling, a moaning mess.

Jimin is that good.

After that night, you started fucking constantly. He started paying you higher, too - you soon found out Jimin is actually very rich and he doesn't mind buying you ridiculously expensive stuff. He even bought you a car. You're being so well paid that it's getting hard to hide your "secret life"; people are starting to notice you don't seem to struggle that much financially, which is strange, considering you work as a secretary with an average salary and has a university loan to pay (well, had; Jimin paid it for you).

You two are not close in the slightest, though. You don't know anything about Jimin's life other than the fact that he's super rich, his family owns Korea considering the amount of business they have in the country, and that he fucks good. Your relationship is strictly sexual. You don't ask about his life, he doesn't ask about yours. Jimin also made clear that he doesn't mind if you have a boyfriend or not and that you can end your "business" with him whenever you want. That's what surprises you: he seems to be a nice guy. Jimin doesn't force you to do anything, he constantly asks if you're liking it or not when you're fucking. His sex might be rough, but his actions and words are not. He never screamed at you, never spanked too strongly, never roped you too tightly, never offended you. Jimin doesn't think he can do whatever he wants with you just because he's paying for it.

Does it make you feel less bad? No. You know that what you're doing is prostitution. Sure, Jimin is the only person you have sex with, but it doesn't change the fact that you're being paid. You still need the money anyways - and you won't finish it all until you get what you need.

Jimin being so nice and fucking so good makes you consider staying a little longer sometimes.

He is so nice that he brought you to Rio with him after all. You know he's a busy man, having some free days to travel was probably hard for him. You should be rewarding him. You wanted to make him feel good, to enjoy the sun and the sea, to wear that pretty bikini he bought for you. Shit, you two should be fucking out there in the beach.

But here you are. Locked in the bedroom under the covers.

Sick.

Fever, headache, vomiting everything you eat. The doctor said it's a virus or something. You were already feeling bad even before you got in the plane, and now you feel bad for not telling him, because you could've taken some medicine and you'd be feeling better now. 

Instead of a sexy bikini, you're wearing one of your ugly (but comfy) pajamas, far from the nightgowns Jimin likes. Your hair is a mess, you're not wearing any makeup. What if Jimin gets disappointed with you bare face? Everything about this trip is wrong. 

When you hear Jimin's steps and the door opening, you close your eyes again.

He sits down by your side and put his hand on your forehead.

"How are you feeling?" He asks softly. You open your eyes and see the stunning man in front of you: he's wearing simple black shorts and a white cotton shirt. It's amazing how he can look good in such a simple outfit.

"Like crap," you say, raspy voice, and Jimin giggles. "I'm sorry."

"Why are you apologizing, baby? No one gets sick on purpose." It's one of the rare moments when Jimin is not talking with any type of sexual connotation, which is surprising. You expected him to be mad or disappointed, but he looks… concerned? The way his eyebrows are furrowed and he analyzes your face look like concern, at least. "I think the medicine is working. If you feel worse, I'll call the doctor again, okay?"

You nod weakly while Jimin caresses your hair. "I wish things were different."

"It's alright. This house is mine, we can come back whenever we want." You don't know why you still get shocked when Jimin says stuff like I own a mansion in a private beach so naturally, as if it's not a big deal. "We can visit Copacabana next time… and the Christ statue, if you want to, but that place is always too crowded. There is a city near here called Paraty, I think you'd love it, too…"

You lay there in silence as Jimin speaks. Okay, that is unexpected. You thought he just wanted to fuck in a cool beach, you didn't expect Jimin wanted to take you to touristic places. It almost felt like…

A couple?

You brush this idea off as soon as it crosses your mind. You know Jimin doesn't feel anything but sexual attraction for you - and it's the other way around. You're not stupid enough to fall for him. This is a man that pays to have you. He surely has some obsessive issues. You think that he wouldn't be a nice boyfriend at all, your relationship just works because you're as detached as him.

The idea of being in an actual relationship with him is… well…

"Rest now and you'll feel better soon." He says reassuringly, a small smile on his lips. Again, you search for any hint of annoyance on his expression - nothing.

The discomfort eases a little.

That is, until you see Jimin getting under the covers with you.

"What are you doing?!" You ask, surprised. Jimin's not going to initiate anything sexual, right? He's seeing you're sick!

"I'm not a doctor, but… one thing I know is that cuddling helps a lot in the healing process."

You feel Jimin's arms wrapping around your waist, your back touching his chest. He snuggles closer to you in a warm, cozy hug.

Your heart races. 

"Sleep now, baby." He whispers on your ear and kisses your neck tenderly. "Don't feel bad. I'm not mad at you."

As unexpected (and weird) as it is, you smile softly. It's been a long time since you've been so close to someone like this - no second intentions involved. It feels good. Although you're very aware of what your thing with Jimin is and you agreed with it in the first place, not being treated like a sexual toy feels good.

It's the first time you touch each other like this.

It feels more intimate than any sex you've ever had.

"And…" Jimin whispers in a raspy, low voice. "We'll have enough time later for you to pay for what we lost here, baby."

This makes you shiver. You love it when Jimin talks like that.

Your stomach twirls in excitement just imagining what Jimin will do to you in the future.

[notapaladin]

This one. This one took UNREASONABLY LONG, because I unconscionably had demands on my actual RL time, but I have finished it. I present to you, comrades aboard the tiny lifeboat of the James Asher fandom, a fic borne solely out of my desire for the OT3 to have a sappy cuddle pile in the midst of New York’s infamous disgusting summer heat. We are not at home to Mr. Plot, but it takes place sometime post-books.

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Traveler’s guides to New York City took care to mention the theaters, the hotels, the finest restaurants. They dwelled at length over dress codes and menus and manners; New York, they assured their readers, might appear overwhelming at first but it was really just like London or Paris if one knew where to look, and weren’t the locals’ accents charming? Those tourists or emigrés following the advice of their guides to the letter would find themselves perfectly well-prepared for life in this new and fascinating locale, this city which never slept.

James Asher was beginning to suspect that the sort of people who wrote traveler’s guides had never experienced New York City in the midst of summer. The air had a dampness to it that was almost tangible; any movement seemed to bring with it resistance, and leaving the relative cool of the house felt like being slapped n the face with a wet blanket. It was so saturated already that even sweating didn’t help; it clung to his skin and only made him long for great quantities of soap and an ice bath. Even his lightest summer-weight suits and straw hats were nearly suffocating, and shade didn’t provide much in the way of relief. The only way to sleep, Lydia had informed him, was to strip naked, open all the windows, and pray for a breeze. Not that breezes were much better; even in this fine neighborhood, shifting winds brought the stench of garbage left to rot in the sun to assault their noses. In weather like this tempers ran high; he could dimly hear his neighbors arguing through their own open windows.

Lydia sprawled next to him amidst the blankets. Though she was gloriously and heart-stoppingly naked, they weren’t touching; even her hair was quarantined within its own section of bed. The idea of increasing the heat within their bedroom even with a kiss was unbearable. Hearing his thoughts, she turned her head slowly to look at him. “This is dreadful.”

“It is.” His gaze drifted out the open window, free of its usual swags of garlic and wild rose. Their silver chains were coiled on the nightstand; any vampire would find them easy prey tonight.

As if on cue, a whispering voice stole through his mind. James? And then, a little more hesitantly, Lydia?

James exhaled and felt something in his chest unwind; tension he hadn’t even realized he was carrying melted away. He fixed the image of the open window in his mind the way Simon had taught him, when they had all three of them realized that their minds were closer than they’d ever dreamed.

And so, because he was looking for it, he was aware when Simon alighted on the windowsill and took a long moment to study them both. The warmth in the vampire’s gaze made him flush, but the brief widening of those crystalline yellow eyes made him grin. “Good evening.”

Simon’s gaze visibly lingered on Lydia’s long legs and James’s bare chest before he made eye contact. James couldn’t even tease him for it; whatever lay between them, this thing beyond friendship and duty and reciprocity, was still so new and fragile that it didn’t feel real with Simon still across the room and not touching them. “You called me, and I came.” A faint smile tugged at the corner of his lips as he added, “Though I did not think it would be for this.”

Lydia smiled at him, warm as the sun. “You wretch. I know it’s fine weather for you, but we are dying.”

“Are you?” Simon moved towards the bed like a cat, letting them see it as he peeled off his gloves and slung his jacket and tie over a chair. A moment’s inattention, a haze over James’s mind, let him know he had also discarded shoes and socks as well; there was no way for even a vampire to do that elegantly. “Because you seem in fine health to me. And truly,”--now he stood at the foot of the bed, eyes alight--”the weather is lovely tonight.”

Lydia threw the nearest pillow at his head. The breeze of its passing stirred Simon’s hair, and he grinned teasingly. He almost looked human—though the scars on his face stood out like lines in wax—until the light caught on the tip of one fang.

It tugged at something in James’s chest, and he pushed himself up on one elbow to motion Simon closer. “Come here.” He couldn’t keep the roughness from his voice, didn’t even try as the tone seemed to spark something in Simon’s eyes. “Have a better look.” An invitation, the first clear one he’d uttered since that night months ago when he’d blurted out, half-delirious, Kiss me.

And Simon had.

Now the vampire stood still, briefly inspecting him with his head cocked—and then he moved, kneeling over him on the bed and slowly straddling his hips. This motion, too, James was aware was for their benefit; if he’d wanted, he could pin him in an instant. He wanted James to watch. “Oh?” James was acutely, painfully aware of all the places they were touching: his hips, the outside of his thighs, his stomach. Even through fabric Simon’s skin was freezing; when bare fingers brushed his stomach, he let out an entirely involuntary squeak.

Simon, damn him, grinned and sat up, very deliberately not repeating the action. “I thought I was being summoned to keep you from entirely melting away. Was I too bold?”

No.

“Good.”

This time his hands slid purposefully up James’s chest to his throat, daggerlike claws like the scratching of moth feet until James was shivering with it, letting his head fall back to aid the exploration of those wonderfully cold hands. “Ah...” Under the gentle, inexorable pressure, he sank back to the bed and wrapped one of his own arms around Simon’s waist, pulling them down together. It wasn’t something he’d ever have been able to do if Simon had objected, but they knew each other by now. Simon had made it clear in a thousand small ways that they were exempt from his usual dislike of being handled; in fact, he seemed to thrill in it. James certainly did; having the vampire atop him felt a bit like a light, blessedly chilled blanket. And, of course, there were other good points.

When he slid a hand into Simon’s hair, the vampire sighed and lowered his mouth to his for a kiss. It was cool, dry, tasted of absolutely nothing, and if he dared to deepen the kiss James knew he would feel the fangs behind those narrow lips. Feeling a little bedeviled, he did—and was rewarded with a small sound of pleasure as Simon all but melted on top of him, one hand cupping the back of his neck to draw him closer. “Mm…” Even when he pulled away, they were still nearly nose-to-nose, and his eyes were like twin lamps. “You are a furnace.”

Lydia, he was aware, had been watching them with keen interest. He didn’t need to look to know that her eyes were gleaming behind her spectacles. “He is, isn’t he? This is what I have to share a bed with.” The mattress shifted as she rolled towards them, smoothing her palm down Simon’s spine. James was treated to the sight of a vampire closing his eyes in bliss at being stroked.

Just like a cat, he thought, and didn’t realize that of course Simon would hear it until those golden eyes opened to narrow slits of disdain. He met that gaze and focused very hard on the memory of a stray cat he’d seen in Peking, all long limbs and wedge-shaped head.

“James.” That one word held a small universe of scorn.

It wasn’t an expression he could maintain with Lydia pressing close to both of them, her thigh like a localized inferno where it was almost touching James’s hip and her hand mapping the lines of Simon’s ribs through his fine linen shirt. “You feel...” Her voice was all academic curiosity, but James could see the way her eyes sparkled. “Hmm. I’m not sure. We’d best get this off.”

“If my mistress commands.” He twisted, rolling off of James and onto her in one smooth motion that, James quickly saw, was aided by her tugging him over. Though his leg still slid against James’s side, all his attention was on Lydia. It was her husband’s turn to watch.

Lydia was bolder than he was. It didn’t come as a surprise; she’d loved the vampire, or known she had, for longer, and her hands were sure as she unbuttoned his shirt and set collar and cuffs aside to join her spectacles on the nightstand. His skin was scarcely a shade darker, stretched tight over bone and wiry muscle. When he shed the illusions hiding them—she’d want him bared in this way too—old wounds caught the light, and James catalogued them in his head: gashes at his wrists, burns to his fingers, a singed-looking cut along his ribs. Simon trembled at the first touch of her hands to his bare skin, seeming to hold still only by a great effort of will when she traced the edge of that cut. The sound he made was only audible in their heads, but still Lydia paused. James took a moment to curse all vampire hunters purely for the concern in his wife’s doe-brown eyes. “Does it pain you?”

He shook his head, nearly smiling. “Not when ‘tis your hands.” Appeased, she finally sprawled back and smiled at him, and he pressed her down into the mattress. Clawed hands slid over the curve of her hip, the swell of her ribcage; when he buried them in her hair she surged under him, pulling him into a kiss that had him making that same quietly pleased noise he’d made at James’s. “Mm. Lydia.” He said her name like a prayer, like a drowning man sighting the shore, and it made James smile. When he petted along her sides she squirmed in a way that, to judge by the way Simon’s grip tightened, worked almost as well on the Undead man who loved her as it did on the living one. And then he nuzzled her throat, and it was her turn to yelp at the cold.

James grinned at them both. “And you said it was too hot for that.”

As fair as she was, her blush spread all over. It was as distracting now as it had been the first night he’d discovered it, and so it took him a moment to focus on her words. “It is. But...” She gestured at Simon, who rolled off her so that he was wedged more or less between them, head pillowed on James’s outstretched arm. Skin like white silk had begun to warm from their hands and bodies, but he was still far colder than any living man would be.

Well, with him here… He considered the likelihood of sweating more than he already was, even with Simon between them, and grimaced. No. Still, Simon’s hair was right there and very soft, and he couldn’t resist burying his face in it. From there it was a natural progression to put his free arm around the vampire’s waist, hauling him in and letting the chill sink into his skin.

Simon was utterly pliable against him, whispery voice soft and contemplative. If he focused, James suspected he’d feel the vampire’s utter contentment rolling off him in waves. He half expected him to purr. “Strangely enough, I cannot find it in myself to complain.” He didn’t sigh, but it hovered in his pause anyway. “But if we continue much longer, we are like to reach equilibrium.”

James had known it was coming, and he still groaned. “...Please don’t bring that up.” The mental picture of three too-warm bodies in a single bed made him long for another ice bath. Or perhaps a trip to the South Pole.

Simon’s voice held a mischievous edge. “Oh, are you still overheated?” James’s arm over him was loose enough that it was an easy task—even setting aside the terrible strength of a vampire—to roll over, meeting his gaze with gleaming eyes as he skated his claws delicately up the side of James’s neck. As long as he avoided the scars it was just enough to tickle; when his lips twitched, Simon pressed the lightest of kisses to them. It felt like a balm.

He swallowed, pulling him close. “You know—” He was sure he’d had a plan to finish that sentence, but then Simon was rolling half on top of him and his mouth was tracing the same path his claws had been, and his thoughts scattered. The scars were gnarled patches of numbness, but the skin between them was sensitive enough and now in dire need of cooling. Ice-cold lips mapped a path down his throat to his collarbone; when Lydia’s caress to Simon’s shoulder made the vampire hum, he felt the vibrations against his skin.

Then Simon drew away, looking down at him. A lock of hair brushed James’s cheek, distracting not at all from the simmering emotion in his eyes. “I do. I can hear the pulse in your neck, how fast it beats. I can feel the heat rolling off your skin. And I do wish to ease it, if only for a little while.”

When he shifted his weight to bring them into greater contact, James let out an entirely involuntary sigh. Simon’s bare skin seemed to be soaking up all the heat and humidity like a sponge, and he felt like he could breathe for the first time in days. Even Lydia pressing against them, trying to steal some of the coolness for herself (and groaning in approval when Simon leaned into her) didn’t affect the sheer relief of it. “You are doing,” he managed, “an admirable job.”

“It pleases me to hear that.” Simon shivered, closing his eyes as Lydia trailed her fingers down his spine again. Something passed between them—the echo of it tickled James’s mind—and then he twisted away from him to arrange himself on the bed and tug her close, letting out a soft sigh when she molded herself against him. James could guess something of how Simon felt; if he was a furnace, Lydia was surely a brand, and what was torment for a living man was deliciously warm to the Undead.

For a long moment they simply laid there. Outside the breeze still rustled through the garden, but their neighbors had stopped arguing. Perhaps they had found peace as well. James’s own thoughts felt pleasantly hazy. He had his wife and their friend by his side and nothing to do but sleep. Though he’d been in contact with vampires for long enough to feel a twinge of alertness at the still-open window, his rational mind knew it was ridiculous. The oldest and most powerful vampire in America is here in our arms. The endpoint of that train of thought took a while to arrive. And he loves us.

Lydia made a quiet noise, tilting her head to nose at Simon’s neck. James’s gaze was drawn to the way her fingers traced meaningless patterns on the vampire’s chest. “Simon, have I—have we—that is—”

His head cocked to one side like a bird. “Oh?”

James exhaled, and brought to his mind all that they’d been through together. Endless train rides through Europe, equally endless nights of being annihilated at chess. Desperate rescues in Paris, in China, in the wilds of Scotland. Half dying of fever and walking through Simon’s memories, knowing to the marrow of his bones that they were mirrors of each other. The vampire drifting through his dreams in the Russian woods, erasing nightmares with the simple balm of Lydia and Miranda safe in New York. The moment, after everything, when he’d been sure that death would claim him—and it had been Simon and Lydia pulling him out of hell instead. He heard distantly the crackle of Lydia adding her own recollections—picquet, secure arms around her, laughing escapades and fraught conversations in the dead of night. Black, spiky handwriting on crumpled paper. And throughout it all, the steadily increasing awareness of their love.

“...Oh.” He blinked slowly; James saw his throat work as he swallowed. “You...have mentioned that on occasion.” Though his expression didn’t shift, something kindled in his eyes as he glanced at James. “What brings on this sudden outpouring of emotion?”

James chose his words with care. He didn’t trust them to any mental powers. “The...last time I said it—the last time we said it—we were all rather fraught. I, for one, wanted to make sure you knew that our feelings were not.” He felt his throat close around the words. “Were not precipitated by the strain we were under.” They’d barely recovered from their last misadventure. His shoulder had still ached, and he’d feared Lydia had cracked her ankle. But Simon had been there, and neither of them had been able to keep silent.

Simon looked away from them, seemingly absorbed in the view from the window. “I knew. I knew from the moment you took my hands.” James could hear the memories behind it, fragments of clasped hands and understanding smiles and I never thought you’d come drawing him, one step at a time, into light. The pope’s staff, bursting into flower.

Lydia’s eyes filled with tears. “Oh. Simon.”

And then she was kissing him, and his genuinely delighted smile struck James through the heart such that he had to steal kisses as well, until Simon was nestled into the pillows between them and gazing at them warmly. “I trust you are both feeling better?”

He’d almost forgotten about the heat of the night. “...I am.”

Lydia had tucked herself against Simon’s side, her head resting against (but not directly on) his bony shoulder and her hair spilling over them both. She sighed as he carded his fingers through it. “Well, we are now. Thank you, really—this was wonderful.”

There was, James knew, no point in asking Simon to stay the night—as he thought he might have, if their vampire had been a living man—when he needed to be safely in his coffin by dawn. Nor was he so desperate as to project the thought that buzzed around inside his mind: that he’d miss the man if he left now.

Simon’s dry voice held more than a note of fondness. “And now, I think you both need rest.”

Sleep beckoned, lapping at his toes. He let it drag him under.

[huffle-dork]

Curiosity Killed the Cat (Part 4)

Changing Minds

Part 3: [x] CKTC tag: [x]

As Marvin walked out of the shop, he huddled his arms against himself, mulling over Celine’s words.

“Something… from my past…” Marvin mused out loud as he wandered down the street lost in thought. He shivered as a cold wind blew right through him. He looked down and remembered he was still barefoot and in the clothes from his capture from Anti. He growled slightly at the thought, looking at his ruined pair of jeans and ratty shirt.

He looked on the street he had wandered down to see it lined with shops. Marvin's face lit up slightly as he jogged to the front of a shop window, looking at the displays. He quickly saw a mannequin that caught his eye. It was sporting a snappy outfit, with a bright blue collared shirt, slick silver vest, black slacks and a thick jacket, as well as nice leather shoes. Marvin shivered again at the wind and huddled closer to the window, staring at the display.

He knew what he was thinking was wrong. But some dark part in his head whispered to him It doesn’t matter really, does it? They’ll never stop you. You’re blessed with power beyond their capabilities.

Marvin stares before a smirk comes over his face. He eyes the outfit, then snaps. In a small poof of purple and green smoke, Marvin’s ruined clothes take their place on the mannequin and Marvin now dons the outfit in the shop. He grins to himself and admires the outfit, feeling some tension leave his body. He steps over and attempts to adjust the outfit in the glass’s reflection only to be jolted by another sight in the shop.

A red and black outfit sits before him. A red collared shirt, black vest, and white slacks. Marvin looks at the reflection to see his startled face over the mannequin’s shoulders as if he was wearing the outfit. He remembers being forced to wear an outfit just like that.

“Phantom…” Marvin breathes, staring at it. Then it hits him.

Phantom’s book. That strange pitch black tome he remembered reading when he was first learning magic. That must be what Celine was hinting at. Marvin swallows shakily at the thought of being anywhere near Phantom. But what better way to get back at him than to steal something from the con man?

Marvin’s hesitant expression morphs into one of confidence as he snaps once more. His mask appears in his open palm and Marvin quickly puts it on and adjusts how it looks in the reflection before turning around. He catches a glimpse out of the corner of his eye of the shopkeeper behind him finding the new strange ensemble on his mannequin, then seeing the cheeky magician walking away with his merchandise. He tries to shout after Marvin, but the magician simply turns around and gives them shopkeep a shit-eating grin before cockily saluting at him and disappearing in a cloud of green smoke.

In a blink of an eye, Marvin is at the door of Phantom’s Dream Emporium. A shiver runs up his spine at the sight but he pushes past the feeling and raises a hand to try to blast through the door. But instead his magic flares and before he even has a chance to react there’s a pull in his gut and suddenly he’s inside the parlor. He blinks and looks down at his slightly glowing hands.

“How… How did I do that?” He whispers. Marvin is not usually able to teleport so easily or teleport so soon after already doing so. He shakes his head and moves over to focus on the task at hand.

Marvin tiptoes quietly across the red velvet floor, making his way to the bookshelf in the back. The magician seems almost drawn directly to where the black book rests, exactly where he remembers it being. A grin crosses his face and he grabs the book and flips it open. A surge of power seems to tickle at his fingertips as his eyes glow purple.

Then Marvin’s head snaps up at the sound of movement in the hall.

“Someone’s in the shop-!” A muffled voice shouts as rapid footsteps race down the steps. Soon past the curtain, a black haired man with purple streaks running down his face bursts into view. His eyes widen as he locks eyes with the magician.

“Marvin?” The man asks, looking surprised. Marvin sneers slightly and takes a step back, holding the book close to his chest. The action catches the man’s eyes and he tries to stride forward.

“Hey! Put that down!”

Suddenly the lights flare a soft red as another figure stumbles past the curtains.

“Mare, what the hell is that racket?” Phantom asks, stumbling into the parlor. Even though it has been over a month since their last encounter, Phantom still looks pale and spent. He leans and uses his scepter to walk and he has dark purple bags under his eyes. As he finishes stumbling into the room, his eyes spark red in slight fear as he sees Marvin.

“M-Marvin…” The con man breathes, stumbling backward slightly. Marvin can see the dark-haired man’s shoulders shaking and a rush of some kind of feeling he can’t explain grips his gut. Another smile tugs at the corners of his mouth. It felt good to see his enemy trembling before him.

“Gentlemen!” Marvin sings sightly, opening up his arms and holding up the book for all to see, “How good to see you both again.”

Phantom’s eyes snap up to the book in dumbfounded disbelief as he shakily tries to take a step forward, arm outstretched.

“Marvin, drop that now!” Phantom stumbles on the edge of the carpet and nearly faceplants but Mare sprints and manages to catch him before he falls completely. Phantom pushes himself up in the other ego’s arm. “You don’t know what that book can do. Trust me! You don’t want to mess with that kind of magic!” He sounds almost desperate.

Marvin chuckles as he leans back and casually flips through the book, “Oh I’m fully aware of what it’s capable of.” He looks up over the edge of the book and gives Phantom a playful frown, “And here I was thinking you’d be gracious enough to let me take a gift like this for all the torture you put me through.” Marvin’s eyes flash green in anger as he says this. Phantom sinks slightly back into Mare’s arms as his brother grips him tighter and glares at Marvin.

“Isn’t that your thing Phantom? Equal exchange? A deal has to have a reward, no?” Marvin sneers.

“Marvin, listen i-” The con man stammers.

“You tortured me. Took away my magic. Who I was. You tore my family apart. Then, you tortured them!” Marvin finds himself yelling, a rocket of green flame catching parts of the shop on fire. They fizzle down and die as Marvin takes another step forward.

“This is but a small price you’ll pay for your sins, Phantom.”

Phantom gulps and sets his face in a determined expression as he raises his cane at the cat-masked magician. “I can’t let you take that book, Marvin. I-i can give you whatever else you want, but you can’t have that. It will destroy you, and everyone around you.”

Marvin glowers down at the pathetic sight in front of him. He strides forward and knocks Phantom’s scepter away from him.

“I don’t believe you’re in the position to be making deals, Phantom,” Marvin comments lightly as he rests his foot on top of the staff. He hums in thought and flips through the book and quickly finds the spell he was looking for. Almost as if the book was responding to him.

“But if you’re only to get in my way… I suppose this is a great chance to invoke some... “ He hums again and looks towards the ceiling as he tries to think of the word.

“Justice.”

Marvin snaps his fingers and a blast of purple and green light blinds the two figments huddled on the ground. When they next open their eyes, they see the world through red tinted glass. Phantom gasps and scrambles to his feet only to realize him and Mare are now trapped in one of his crystal balls.

Marvin chuckles and reaches down to grab the ball, admiring it in the light. “Or that’s what Jackie would say,” He laughs.

“No!” Phantom screams, cracking his hands against the glass, “Marvin! You can’t do this!” Mare tries to quietly get the younger brother to calm down, but the purple streaked ego looks just as freaked.

Marvin scoffs and tosses the ball onto the plush couch in the middle of the parlor. He relishes the sounds of distress coming from the ball as the other egos are tossed about.

“I’m sure you’ll figure out a way out of there Phantom,” Marvin smugly calls behind him as he tucks the book under his arm. “Your magic is stronger than mine, isn’t it?” He looks back then kicks the scepter he still had underneath him near the bottom of the couch.

“Oh,” He winces in false sympathy, “Gonna be kinda hard without that though.” He then shrugs and waves goodbye to the trapped figments even as they scream at him from the ball, “Goodbye boys! Hope you enjoy your stay~!” He then grins almost sinisterly as he snaps his fingers and disappears.

Marvin appears in Jackie’s apartment, grinning to himself, feeling better than he had in days. He strides forward and nearly collides into Jameson.

Jameson bumps lightly into Marvin’s torso and lightly rubs his nose in a playful manner. The mute man has a navy blue uniform and what looks like one of Jackie’s old masks huddled in his arms that he quickly throws behind him onto the back of the couch.

“Marvin!” He signs, grinning brightly, yet he looks somewhat guilty. “Good to see you, old chap! You were quite in a rush there, huh?”

Anger burns in the magician’s stomach as he looks down at Jamie. The little traitor.

“Hello Jameson,” Marvin replied somewhat coldly.

JJ doesn’t seem to notice though as he gives a silent whistle and looks Marvin up and down.

“My! What a grand outfit you’ve found, friend!” He circles the magician and marvels at the fabric. “Wherever did you find it?” He cocks his head up at Marvin and wiggles his mustache in glee.

Marvin gives him a small smirk, “In town.”

Jamie claps in excitement. “Oh you’ll have to show me sometime!” he signs quickly, “We need inspiration for our next impromptu fashion show!”  The mute man claps Marvin on the arm good-naturedly and wiggles his mustache in laughter, “If we can get the others to agree this time, that is!”

Marvin tenses away slightly but forces out a smile to the teal haired gentlemen, “Indeed…”

Jamie smiles at Marvin and signs a little more slowly, “Well I should let you get back to whatever had you rushing so!” He tips his hat to Marvin and turns back around to grab the items he threw onto the couch.

Marvin frowns and begins to pull the black book out of his jacket, preparing to look for a spell. Then suddenly he feels a spark across his fingertips and his eyes glow and he suddenly knows exactly what spell to use without even looking for it. He smiles. That’s convenient.

He tucks the books away and turns back around to Jamie as the man cleans up the mess he made.

“I see you have a new outfit as well, Jameson,” Marvin calls out smoothly as he pads his way over to the other figment. Jamie seems to tense slightly and he peeks behind him at Marvin. He looks like a child caught doing something they weren’t supposed to do.

Marvin gives Jamie a look and the gentlemen sighs and sets the clothing down and adjusts his vest self consciously. “So… you noticed then..” He signs, looking downcast.

“I did,” Marvin nearly spits but he tries to keep his voice level and calm, “Care to explain, friend?”

Jamie’s shoulders tense as he looks away. Eventually, he sighs and looks up at Marvin, tears brimming in the corners of his eyes.

“Jackie…Jackie needed someone to help him while you were… taken. He was so distraught he didn’t think he could do it alone… He… He thought I had potential as a sidekick and…” Jamie’s hands still as he tries to find the words, “I… I wanted to try being like you. Brave, wonderful and c-confident you.” Marvin’s heart seems to stop for a second. But anger quickly swallows any other emotions stirring inside him.

“I know I could never replace you,” Jamie continues, “But I wanted to help where I could. I thought... Practicing with Jackie while you were gone might help me prepare for our next encounter.” Jameson squeezes his eyes shut and breathes shakily, “You have every right to be angry with me. But I only wanted to find a way to be strong like you and Jackie…”

Jameson lifts his head with a small shaky smile back towards Marvin, “It’s a crazy idea but maybe… maybe we three could all work together-” JJ’s next words are cut off however by Marvin appearing in front of him and slapping his hand over the mute man’s face. Jamie stumbles backward slightly and blinks frightened at the cat masked magician. His eyes… they were wrong. They glowed with a dark and terrifying purple light.

Jamie squeaks slightly as Marvin grabs his arm and moves him to slam against the wall. Jameson blinks stars out of his eyes and shakily tries to reach up to get Marvin’s hands off of him but he’s too strong. Marvin growls and presses a thumb against Jameson’s forehead. The mute man feels a spark in his brain and the world seems to fade into swirls and spirals. His eyes glaze over. The only thing JJ can see clearly is Marvin.

Marvin sneers quietly, “Listen to me, Jameson. You don’t want to be a hero. You were never cut out to be a hero.” Marvin tilts his head as he watches Jameson take in his influence, “Jackie doesn’t want to fight by someone as weak as you. He needs someone with real power. You are nothing!”

A small tear falls from Jameson’s eye even though his expression doesn’t change. Marvin pushes onward.

“I want you to stay away from Jackie. You don’t need to fill your thoughts with such silly fantasies. Leave the heroing to me, and him.” Marvin then lets go of Jamie’s face altogether, letting the man drop heavily to the floor. Jameson stares up blankly for a second before the light seems to come back to his eyes. He blinks slowly, then rubs at his head.

He stands up and unsteadily signs, “Marvin? Did.. did I fall asleep?” He grips his head slightly and blinks stars out of his eyes. Marvin puts on a smile and helps the mute man up.

“Yeah, gave me a scare!” Marvin laughs slightly and leads Jamie towards the couch, “I guess all that work with Jackie must have tired you out.”

Jameson stops in front of the couch and stares at the uniform. Stares at the mask, a gift from Jackie. He swallows a heavy lump in his throat. He picks up the mask and touches it softly, lost in thought.

“I… I suppose so…” Jamie signs. “Perhaps… perhaps I should hang up this silly costume…”

Marvin smiles more and lightly wraps an arm around the other ego and rubs his shoulder, “Jackie will understand if it’s too much for you, Jamie.”

Jameson sniffs some and tiredly hangs his head. “Yes… I think I just need some time…” He turns and brushes past Marvin, quickly heading back towards the front door.

But a red blur stops Jameson before he can leave.

“JJ!” Jackie exclaims as he draws Jamie into a big bear hug, “You were fantastic out there! Crime fighters aren’t gonna stand a chance against us once-” He pauses and lets go of Jamie as he sees Marvin standing in the living room. “Marvin…joins us” He breathes.

Jameson quickly elbows himself out of Jackie’s grip and tries to head out of the apartment again. Jackie stops him by grabbing his shoulder.

“Hey J, what’s wrong?” Jackie asks, concern coloring his whole face. Jameson stares away from him, not wanting to look the hero in the eye. Finally, he grabs the hero’s hand and places something in it. The mask.

JJ stares at the ground as he slowly signs, “I can’t do this anymore.” He then turns heel and quickly heads out the door, leaving behind a confused Jackie.

Jackie stares down at the mask in his hand with a sad expression.

“What was that all about…?” Jackie muses out loud, “He… he was so happy earlier…”

Marvin shrugs, “Heroing might have just been too much for him.”

Jackie’s head snaps up and he too looks guilty, “You knew?”

Marvin gives a fake smile towards Jackie to hide his anger, “You guys aren’t exactly subtle. But, don’t worry, I’m not mad.”

Jackie winces slightly, “You’re not?”

“Not anymore.” Marvin smiles and looks past Jackie towards the door, “Such a shame. A third addition might have been nice.” He then turns to head back to his room, “Lucky we got the original team back though.” He gives a cheeky wave to Jackie as he heads inside.

Jackie frowns and stares down at the mask, not able to push past a strange pit in his stomach.

[mona-rei-is-not-okay]

Heya. I'm the sibling asker ! H/s = honorary sibling. Hope you're doing fine

i love deep friendship gimme gimme

and there are NO MAYBES YOU WILL HAVE THE BONUS BOY ALWAYS especially with cute asks like these omg i love

i don’t know too much about MT!Paps though, so i’m sorry if my interpretation is a lil wonky. also h/s is teen, sorry if it isn’t apparent

UF!Sans: He’s really concerned about your low mood spell, but isn’t really sure what to do about it. As much as he relates to your apparent anxieties, he doesn’t know what to do to make you feel better. He’s not usually good at comforting words. What he will do is check in a lot. Make sure you’re generally doin okay and have everything you need. Again, if you need to vent, he’ll listen.

But he really doesn’t get why the cuddles make such a difference. Sure, he’s become a bit of a cuddlebug himself, but the way you completely relax like that? Unnatural. Especially since it’s the only thing that seems to be cheering you up. But then again, who is he to question what works? He won’t exactly cling to you from then on, but he’ll start following you around the house a bit more, snagging every cuddle opportunity. It’s still a little weird, but it’s a lot better than seeing his kid sibling all skittish. Eventually though, curiosity gets the better of him, and he just has to ask.

And your answer?

Congratulations, you have floored your big bro. Beet red in the face. Absolutely no composure. What did he do to deserve your trust?? Why are you so sweet?? Aaaaaah?!? He pets your head and tries not to let you hear his wheezing, but it’s obvious, he’s really moved and has no idea how to deal with it.

“h-heh… watch where yer aimin’ that sweetness, kiddo… i’m gettin’ a toothache… jeez…”

Anyway, was he tailing you before? Welp, now he’s become your guard dog. It doesn’t matter where you’re going, he’s comin’ with you.He’ll always be by your side, gently holding your arm and keeping his head on a swivel for shifty characters. If you ever need to navigate a crowd or a tight space, he’ll usher you behind him and get you to grab the fluff of his hood while he leads the way. He can’t exactly follow you to school, but he’ll shortcut to walk you between classes if you let him. Your teachers hate him. He’ll stop following you everywhere if you fend him off with a stick, but until your mood improves… well, he’s your personal escort now, deal with it

UF!Papyrus: He’s always wanted a little sibling. He loves helping people, and shows love through physical care.He’s a bit of a mother hen. It’s part of why he took in his cat, Doomfanger. To him, you are an absolute blessing.

So he’s already got some huge maternal instincts, but your mood has got him sent into overdrive. He’ll always be asking you if you need anything, fixing you comfort snacks, asking if you need help with homework, doing a chore or cleaning a room so you don’t have to. It might feel naggy or get a little overwhelming, and he’ll dial it back if you tell him to, but his first instinct will always be to take care of possible stress sources directly. It helps him feel better, too.

So when you settle down to cuddle and just… completely deflate, he asks about it immediately. He must know. He must help.

And when you answer…

His face is deep maroon. If anybody else had said that, he would have dismissed it. But coming from you? Wowie. He feels like he’s succeeded as a caretaker. He’s about ready to squeal with joy, but he contains himself. Smiling from ear to nonexistent ear, he loops an arm behind you and pulls you closer. He tries to mask his joy with a confident air, but the grin betrays him.

“WELL! THAT’S… PERFECTLY NATURAL!! AS THE GREAT AND TERRIBLE PAPYRUS HAS TAKEN YOU UNDER HIS PROTECTION!!!”

From then on, every time he starts an activity or chore, you’re invited. Help him put away groceries! Help him do laundry! Help him cook! Also, if you accompany him on errands, hand-holding is required.

“I HAVE TO KEEP TRACK OF YOU SOMEHOW! STOP GIGGLING!”

He just wants to make sure you feel safe. Even if it means walking you to and from school, fixing you lunches with positive sticky notes in the bag, and taking you with him everywhere he goes. It’s not cute!

MT!Sans: He’s not around as much as either of you would like, but he knows you’re feeling down. He remembers seeing his brother with such a similar look on his face. Young fool that Sans was, he started taking him with on small jobs to keep him company. And now Pappy deals in some of the same dirty business he does. He’s promised himself not to make the same mistake with you.

He does his best to help you take it in stride while he’s around, but he knows there’s only so much he can do. He feels a twinge of guilt every time he has to leave you in that state. He knows it probably doesn’t have much to do with him, but he feels responsible. Maybe if he were around more, or even just in a safer profession, you wouldn’t seem so worried all the time.

Cuddles are solace for both of you. He gets to relax and feel like he’s doing something, and you don’t seem half as rigid. Smiles all around! He already sort of knows why you relax so easily in his arms, or thinks he does, but he feels he should still make sure.

And…

Well, he didn’t know what he was expecting, but he can’t keep his grin from widening a touch. You’re the light of his life, you know that? Honestly, what did he do to deserve you? But the guilt sets back in. No wonder you’ve been feeling down… he’s been particularly busy lately, and he really should make more time for you. And if you didn’t normally feel safe, whose fault is that? Well… nobody feels safe in this part of town.

“well…” He’ll plant a small kiss on the top of your head. “take it easy, kiddo. i promise, someday, we’ll all get the hell outta here.”

He’ll get somebody to watch the house while he’s gone. He knows he can’t be there all the time, but he’ll be damned if he doesn’t know you aren’t safe. He’ll call you more often to check in, too. Also… he’ll start putting a little extra away, start saving for a little vacation. Maybe some time out of town will do all of you some good. You’re family, and he’ll take care of you no matter the risk or cost.

MT!Papyrus: He’s around more than Sans is, thankfully. He sticks around to fix you meals and offer cuddles and make sure the house is safe. It’s given him plenty of time to notice one of his favorite siblings’ low mood.

He does his best to help out in indirect ways, checking the house for wires and cameras and sweeping the perimeter every so often. He knows this helps with his brother sometimes, when he gets paranoid. But he isn’t sure that’s your problem. He feels a little lost, but is upbeat as ever. He has to set a good example after all.

He most likely won’t ask about the cuddles for a while. He’s more concerned with what more he can do to make you comfortable, and if this works, it works. Besides- openly nosy folk are seldom rewarded in his line of business. Eventually though, he’ll push back the instinct. He trusts you, and this could make a lot of difference in helping you cheer up.

And when you tell him…

He’s beaming at you with such genuine joy, he looks like he might just start crying. Just… wowie! He doesn’t really understand why you’d feel that way, he’s only decent in crisis situations, but the fact that you really trust him that much? Well, it’s not something he gets a lot of. He must be doing something right if you feel this way.

He’ll rest his chin on your head and give you a hearty squeeze. “WELL! I SUPPOSE!! YOU’LL JUST HAVE TO STAY IN THIS HUG!!! FOREVER!!!!”

He won’t move for a while, get used to him, he lives there now. From then on, he’ll start taking every opportunity to come home early and see you. He’ll ask you to cook with him, he’ll ask you to read to him, he’d even try to sneak you with him on jobs if Sans didn’t always seem to stop you. He tries to be around the house more in general, he wants his little sibling to know that he’s always around if you need him.

HT!Sans: He understands your mood all too well. He’s been through plenty of periods of fear and depressive episodes in his day, and he knows how it feels. Sometime he feels like the only way he can perceive the world is either through an all-consuming fog or with painful knife-point precision. But it’s hard for him to think back to what he wanted during more desperate times. Food? Safety? He’s pretty sure you’ve got those covered already. Maybe your head just acts up a little sometimes, like his.

He’ll make sure you have everything you need, regardless. You hungry? Tired? He’ll take care of it, just you relax. If you need to talk, he may not understand or remember everything you say, but he’ll do his best to offer comfort.

It doesn’t quite register how much you relax when you cuddle him, not for a while. He can be a little slow sometimes. He’ll get it eventually though, and he’ll ask about it. This seems important, had he asked before?

And what you tell him…

It almost brings a tear to his eye. He may have a trauma-induced forgetful streak, but he remembers a lot of things. He remembers a lot of nasty, horrible things. He remembers the taste of human flesh. He remembers the strain of keeping his guard up at all times. He remembers watching his brother slip away.

But you? You’ve been his second chance. You gave him the opportunity to make things right with himself. A sibling he didn’t have to fail. He most definitely felt he didn’t deserve you or your trust... after all, he had eaten people like you without a second thought. But you gave your trust just as freely. 

“heh…” He ruffles your hair. “hope that works out for ya.”

He’ll do his best to be available for cuddles (not that he has much to keep him away) and he’ll try to take you with him if he has to go somewhere. He always makes an effort to ask about your day, if anything bad happened, if anything good happened. He doesn’t feel like he can do much, but he’ll do what he can to make things easier on you.

[inlovewithmobtom]

Tainted Love (Ver. 2) - Chapter 3

Pairing: Mob!Tom x OC Reader AU

Word Count: 3.1k

Trigger Warnings: Abuse, Sexual Assault, Rape, Drugs, Smut, Angst

A/N: For this chapter, if you are sensitive to the descriptions listed above, please skip to where it says “trigger warnings end here”

Credit to: @thwiparkers the lovely Rae who made me this wonderful moodboard that goes perfect with this version. Thank you Rae, love ya!

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- recap from last chapter -

‘When she walks inside she drops her stuff at the sight of him. He turns around with a sinister smile as he holds her cat Midnight. “J-Jared?” Selene quivers in fear as she sees him. “What’s the matter baby? Aren’t you glad to see me?” Jared asks with a devilish smirk as he stares Selene down.’

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Selene’s P.O.V.

“I-I’m just a little surprised is all. H-How’ve you been Jared?” Selene trembles in fear as she shuts the door but tries not to show it towards him. “I’ve been lousy since you haven’t been in my life baby. I’ve missed you so much babygirl.” Jared comes up to Selene then holds her close and tight to him. Selene tenses up in his hold and becomes nervous as she has him hold her. “Please come back to me baby. I need you so much.” Jared whispers in Selene’s ear and starts to kiss her neck gently then slowly starts biting her neck and marking her, which only makes her wince in grimace. “Baby please, I need you.” Jared whispers breathily as he starts to grope Selene.

“Jared please stop. Please stop.” Selene whimpers in pain and fear as Jared continues. Selene then pushes him off with all of her strength. Jared then tilts his head in confusion then smirks and kisses her forcefully as he holds her against him. Selene slowly starts to struggle in his hold and groan in frustration. “Get the fuck off me Jared!” Selene yells and throws him off her in anger. Jared then immediately becomes angry and grabs Selene then throws her hard against the wall, knocking the wind out of her and grabs her by the neck hard squeezing it. Selene wriggles in his hold and starts to choke as she starts gasping for air.

“You fucking bitch! After all I did was love you baby. I just wanted you to love me and you go and leave me like this?!” Jared exclaims in anger as he throws Selene hard against the floor, instantly knocking the wind out of her as she lies on the floor dizzily in pain trying to regain her breath. “P-Please Jared baby. Please don’t do this.” Selene whispers hoarsely as she moves backwards away from him in fear and dizziness.

Jared then grabs both her legs forcefully and brings her closer to him as he pries open her legs so he can fit between as gets on top of her and commences to go further. “You know you wanted this to happen babygirl. Just like the many times before. So I better hear you beg for it. Daddy wants to hear you beg for it.” Jared whispers as he pins down Selene and continues to grope her as she struggles beneath.

Selene starts to cry hard as she thinks back to the other times that were like this with him and how they would always end up her in pain the next morning and him being satisfied by what he got from her. “Babygirl I tried to do this the easy way but you left me with no choice.” Jared explained then takes out a syringe filled with rohypnol.

Selene then starts to scream out in horror and calls out for help and is soon then injected with it, leaving her defenseless against him. Jared then ripped her clothes open and stared down at her with such predatory eyes. As Selene was then drugged and rendered defenseless, Jared proceeded to go further and further with Selene until she eventually passed out. Jared even continued, much then to his prevail, when he had finished from what he had came for, he slowly got up and made his way to the fridge grabbing himself a beer rewarding himself only to turn around a man with a gun pointing at his face.

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Jamie’s P.O.V.

“Get the fuck off me Jared!” Jamie hears Selene yell out which causes both him and Wendy to be alerted. “Oh god. Jamie, you’re gonna need to go over there. Selene is in trouble.” Wendy whispers softly in concern as she hears Selene’s screams coming from next door. Suddenly the screams go silent. Jamie then goes into his stash of guns he has hidden at his apartment and grabs two, one for him with a silencer put on it and then hands his other gun to Wendy for protection.

“Listen for my knock on the wall. If I don’t knock on the wall or I’m not back, call the boys.” Jamie explains to Wendy then reassures her everything is gonna be fine and kisses her gently. Wendy nods quietly and Jamie leaves his apartment and goes to Selene’s next door. When he walks inside quietly, horror fills his eyes to the scene he sees in front of him— Selene passed out on the floor battered and bruised with her clothes ripped off. Jamie then sees the culprit in the kitchen going to grab a beer in the fridge, so he then cocks his gun and points it at him. The culprit then turns around right at the gun and his eyes widen immediately.

“I'm just gonna say, you made a fucking mistake coming here and hurting Selene, Jared.” Jamie implies as he then knocks him out cold. Jamie then takes Jared's beer cracking it open and downs it. Jamie picks up Jared and drags him over to the wall and knocks on it twice for Wendy as she then comes and to her horror sees Selene in the state she's in. Wendy then runs over to her and checks Selene’s pulse, noticing that it's very slow and her breathing is very shallow.

“Jamie, we're gonna need backup. She's not doing good.” Wendy shakes her head as she’s shaky. Jamie groans in anger as he keeps calling him and he's not picking up. “It keeps going to fucking voicemail! Goddamnit Holland! Pick up the fucking phone!” Jamie screams into the phone in anger. “That's it I'm fucking calling Harrison if he's not gonna fucking answer the fucking phone.” Jamie fumes as he starts to call Harrison and he picks up.

“Harrison mate, where the fuck is Tom?!” Jamie fumes into the phone as he drops Jared as he paces back and forth. “Tom’s at the fucking strip club with Aaron and the others, why?” Harrison claims with a sigh into the phone. “Mate I'm gonna need you to come over here. It's Selene man. She's hurt real bad and she's passed out and barely breathing so I’m gonna need your help mate.” Jamie breathes out anxiously as he sees Wendy hold Selene shakily. “I'm five minutes away. I'll see you in a sec.” Harrison hangs up as he makes his way to Jamie's apartment. Jamie then hangs up and breathes out shakily.

“Harrison is on his way my love.” Jamie tells Wendy shakily and sighs as he grips his hair. “Where’s Tom?” Wendy asks gently as she watches Selene carefully. “He’s at the fucking strip club doing god knows what. Probably snorting coke and fucking strippers for all I care.” Jamie rolls his eyes in annoyance as he holds the bridge of his nose in irritation.

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Meanwhile…

Tom’s P.O.V.

Tom smirks as he’s on a high that he’s never been on before while watching this little vixen of a redhead in front him, whose name just so happens to be Ginger as she’s giving him a private lap dance. As Tom watches Ginger carefully, he does another line of coke and feels it hit straight to his brain then gets an immediate rush of adrenaline.

He then grabs Ginger out of lust and begins to kiss her deeply, causing their mouths to move in sync. Tom then roughly pushes Ginger onto the bed behind him. His eyes begin to darken with lust as he hovers over her. Tom’s lips meet hers and in the heat of things, she rips open his white dress shirt without ripping off the buttons, revealing his perfectly toned chest and chiseled abs. Tom’s shirt is then tossed across the room and Ginger pulls Tom’s face back to hers as she begins fighting dominance over his tongue against her own.

Tom’s hands then roughly grip Ginger’s legs, bringing her down to him. Ginger then begins unbuckling Tom’s pants, tugging them down and off in one swift motion. Tom then starts nipping at her neck, creating fresh hickeys as he pulls off her underwear. He then immediately takes control by having stripped Ginger get on all fours while he puts on a condom.

Tom begins slamming into her without warning and doesn’t give time for her to adjust as his movements are fast and hard. Ginger starts moaning and screaming Tom’s name at the top of her lungs and begins to whimper and sound like those girls in porn. Tom’s grip is tight around Ginger’s hips and he slams into her over and over again. Ginger starts to feel herself getting closer and closer to climax and before she knows it, she climaxes hard with a deep moan. Once she clenched around Tom, he came extremely hard inside of her then pulled out collapsing beside Ginger in heavy pants as he tries to regain his breath. Ginger then collapses beside him and Tom lights both him and Ginger a cigarette.

“You alright babydoll? Is there something on your mind?” Ginger asks curiously as she takes it from Tom then takes a long drag from her cigarette and blows the smoke up toward the ceiling. “I’m fine doll. Just worn out from fucking my sweet little vixen.” Tom smirks and kisses Ginger deeply then proceeds back to smoking his cigarette as does she.

“How’s Selene? Did you both have brunch together this afternoon at Luna’s?” Ginger inquires curiously with a sweet smile as she lays on her side facing Tom. “Yeah we did actually. Why do you ask?” Tom questions as he looks back at Ginger in curiosity as he takes a drag from his cigarette.

“I really like her a lot you know. I feel like I know her from what you’ve told me about her. I would love to meet her sometime but I feel like I’m not worthy enough to meet her. I also just feel incredibly intimidated by her.” Ginger shrugs small and smiles tiredly at Tom.

“Selene is not a judgmental person at all. She's incredibly sweet, caring and loving. She's also very intelligent and has wicked wit. But I think she would be delighted to meet you in the future.” Tom nods quietly then puts out their cigarettes and pulls Ginger close to him as he closes his eyes. They both soon eventually fall asleep in each other's company until the next day.

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Jamie's P.O.V.

“I feel like I failed her Wendy. I failed Selene.” Jamie whispers softly as he stands over them and looks down at her in concern as tears start to brim in his eyes. “Baby, you didn't fail her. You're here now and are gonna take care of the situation as well as her. So you didn't fail her.” Wendy looks at him and smiles sadly nodding then pulls Jamie down to her level and strokes his face gently yet lovingly as she wipes away the tears that fall.

Jamie feels the guilt eat away at him, wishing he could've stopped Jared before. Selene was like his little sister and he was willing to lay his life on the line for her at any cost without hesitation. That was basically his job as her personal bodyguard. And at this moment, he felt he had failed the girl he loved like a sister most. If he had been more aware and on top of things, none of this would have happened. Jamie had been assigned to Selene for five years but only became close to her within the past three years. Jamie had always admired her from afar, but once he got close to her, his love for her grew and became paternal. He felt that it was his duty as both bodyguard and best friend was to protect Selene from all danger as much as he could.

Jamie then dragged Jared into his apartment into a secret backroom he had built into his apartment before living here and threw him hard onto the floor in the backroom. Jamie then strings him up from the ceiling tightly then takes out his collection of torture devices. He looks at them carefully and wonders what to go with. Jamie then decides to put Jared on a metal slab that jolts him away and causes him to look at Jamie in horror.

“Oh great! You're awake.” Jamie smiles sadistically as he starts strapping down Jared to the table. “W-What are you doing to me?” Jared asks shakily as he watches Jamie strap him down roughly with a sadistic smile and chuckles.

“Do you know what my speciality is Jared for my work?” Jamie asks Jared with a curious look as he tilts his head slightly. Jared shakes his head frighteningly and starts to quiver. “Torture is my speciality in the business. Now you see Mr. Holland, my employer hired me for my speciality in torture. To many people, I'm known for my torture because I know all the pressure points in the human body that causes the most pain. As for the pain I can make you have, I can make you pass out. So as for you, you're gonna die painfully slow and I'll make you feel everything before you live this world and go straight to hell.” Jamie laughs maniacally at him then commences the torture sequence that goes on for hours and hours on end until he eventually dies.

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Selene’s P.O.V.

The memories flood into Selene’s head of that whole relationship between her and Jared with how there were never any great times between them really. Sure there were great times in the beginning, but she should have left him after the first slap that slowly led to the abuse over the years that she dealt with. But Selene was only 17 when she first was with Jared and this was her first “love”. That love soon turned into abuse, assault, and the worst part that can happen to any girl. And it happen to her multiple times. Too many encounters of that happened with Selene…

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“No! No! No!” Selene screams at the top of her lungs in her drug induced nightmares, causing Harrison and Wendy to jump up from the living room and run to her. Wendy immediately comes to her side and tries to shake her awake. “Selene sweetheart you need to wake up honey.” Wendy shakes her as she tries not to cry while doing so.

Selene immediately shoots up gasping for air as she looks around frantically panting until everything starts to set in as she sees her clothes all tattered and ripped up; knowing exactly what happened to her.

Jamie walk in with tears brimming in his eyes as he sees Selene awake in the state she's in. He changed into completely new clothes after having dealt with Jared because he didn't want to frighten Selene if she had seen the blood on him.

Selene then slowly looks up to see who's in the back and starts to feel tears start to brim in her eyes. “J-Jamie?” Selene asks gently as her voice is soft and quiet and he nods quietly as tears stream down his face in pain. Selene gets up and makes her way over to him. As she finally stands fully in front of him, she smiles sadly at Jamie as she feels vulnerable in the state she's in with him in front of her.

She then immediately breaks down and cries in his arms hysterically in pain as she grips onto him for dear life which then only causes him to cry with her too as he holds onto her. “I-I knew you would come for me Jamie. I k-knew you would save me.” Selene stutters in tears as she then continues to cry into his chest and he cries softly as he holds onto her close to him never letting go.

“I'm so sorry I failed you Selene.” Jamie breaks down crying into her as he cradles her into him. “I promise I'm never leaving you ever sweetheart. I promise you I'll always protect you no matter what happens. I'll be there.” Jamie whispers softly in her ear in tears and Selene nods crying into his chest.

Wendy at the sight of this, is crying as her husband cries holds onto Selene knowing that he truly does care about her like a daughter and that this hit him hard. As for Harrison, he's completely silent as he watches in pain as well in tears knowing what had happened to Selene and how much she's been through.

Selene after crying for so long eventually falls asleep in Jamie’s arms peacefully knowing that she’s safe.

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Jamie’s P.O.V.

Jamie then lays Selene on the bed carefully, making sure he doesn’t wake her up. “Wendy sweetheart, can you get her into some pajamas?” Jamie asks softly with red eyes as he looks at Wendy. Wendy nods quietly and has them turn around as she changes but holds in a cry as she sees the bruises on her fair skin that are now black and blue. After changing Selene into comfy pajamas, Wendy then pulls a blanket over her then slowly stands up and looks at her with sadness.

“Wendy darling, you have all the medical equipment you need to help Selene. Hook her up to an iv since she's asleep right now. I will keep watch over Selene in here. Haz have our gatekeeper Dawn come and start working on the locks and secure the panic room she has here. We have to double the security in this apartment. Make it like mine but to settings that'll suit Selene. She needs to be protected at all costs necessary. When tomorrow comes, we're gonna have to tell Tom the news the hard way since he could've lost her tonight on account him not answering or being here.” Jamie tells them and they nod immediately getting straight to what they needed to do.

“God, if I hadn't had been here with Wendy, Selene would've been dead.” Jamie sniffles softly and breathes out shakily. Jamie was gonna make sure when he would see Tom tomorrow, he was gonna set him straight with the cold hard truth. Even if it killed Tom deep down inside.

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