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mothwingwritings · 2 months

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From The Heart

F!Reader X Taiju Shiba

HAPPY LATE VALENTINE’S EVERYONE!!! I meant to post this the day of but you know how it is. This one goes out to all my Taiju girlies, sorry I have been lacking on content for him. Please accept this as a token of my love to you and a sign that I miss him dearly.

This isn’t technically linked to There’s Just No One Like You, but I did write it in the same vein, so it can be considered a little bonus chapter of sorts. He’s not as much of a butthead in this-I wanted to mess around with a sweeter, more bashful Taiju. :3

Enjoy and as always, thank you thank you thank you!!!

WARNINGS: possessive behavior, Taiju makes you cry exactly one tear, some miscommunication but not a lot because I hate it and it’s my least favorite trope, Koko flirting with you even though he knows you are a spoken for woman, mentions of sexy stuff but nothing overly saucy, heavy petting.

“Happy Valentine’s day Taiju!”

Excitement laced your voice as you approached the man in question, a huge smile on your face as you brandished his present, eager to see his response.

However, the initial giddiness you felt was quick to dissipate when you noticed the resentful expression that had settled on his face. Taiju eyed the gift box that lay in your outstretched hands as if it were full of insects, the home made chocolates you had spent all morning slaving over met with a look of revulsion. His piercing gaze drilled holes through the cutely wrapped box of treats you enthusiastically presented to him, his animosity palpable the longer he stared.

A thin layer of sweat began to coat the back of your neck as he continued to turn his nose at the box, his unamused scowl unflinching as he gawked at the gift in complete silence. You swallowed, shifting your feet where you stood. A blush crept to your cheeks as the seconds crawled by, his lack of verbal response making the atmosphere oppressively awkward.

“… Chocolate?”

The word sounded as disgusted as his expression looked, and you flinched when his sharp eyes directed themselves your way.

“Y-yeah,” you stuttered, tightening your grip on the box, “I made them for you this morning. I was going to make them last night but I ran out of time…” You looked down at the misshapen lumps in the box, suddenly feeling very self-conscious. “Um, I know they aren’t the prettiest, I kind of rushed to make sure they would be done in time… They still taste pretty good though.”

It was true that the presentation was a bit lackluster, the simple red box that housed the chocolate was just something you had lying around and you didn’t have any molds or fun sprinkles to turn the candies into cute shapes or otherwise decorate them. The time constraint didn’t give much oppurtinty to focus on the aesthetics of your gift, so to make up for that you made sure the taste would be incredible. You typically weren’t one to brag, but when they cooled enough to taste you were impressed by your hard work, truly proud of them despite how wonky they appeared.

But looking at Taiju’s sneering face scrutinizing your creation made any feeling of accomplishment wither away and die. A nervous pit expanded in your stomach, dread overtaking the joy you felt in gifting them to Taiju. Maybe he didn’t like chocolate? You knew he wasn’t super huge on sweets, but you figured gifting him something traditional, something made from the heart, would at least garner a smile or a thank you.

You felt like an imbecile as he snatched the box from your hand, huffing as he turned on his heel.

“I’ll see you tonight,” he called over his shoulder, “wait for me.”

A deep frown settled on your lips, your eyes following him as the distance between you grew. Eventually he was entirely gone, his exit causing a single tear to slide down your cheek. You were quick to wipe it away, sniffling as you attempted to compose yourself.

You’d just have to try harder next year.

“There she is!”

The unmistakable voice of Kokonoi rang out behind you, causing you to sigh in annoyance. The day was half over and you considered yourself lucky to not have been bothered by him up until now. You had hoped your luck would continue through the whole day, saving you from his smart comments or weird insinuations. But that seemed to be too much to wish for on a day you were already struggling to get through, so here he was to add another trial to your trying holiday.

And you were just starting to feel better, too.

You turned around to greet him, but shot him a puzzled look as soon as you locked eyes with him. He stood before you, hands cupped in front of him as they reached out towards you, posed like he was looking for some kind of handout.

“Well?”

His question only confused you further, your brows furrowing as you cocked your head to the side. He sighed in frustration at the gesture, slumping his shoulders in mock dramatics. Your ignorance had apparently deeply wounded him.

“And here I thought you had made enough chocolate for all of us,” he shrugged, shooting you a teasing look, “Guess I was mistaken.”

“Chocolate…,” Confusion still permeated your features as you spoke to Koko, “What are you talking about?”

It was his turn to look puzzled, “Yeah, your home made ones? The ones you gave to Taiju?”

Noting the look of realization dawning on your face, Koko continued.

“The boss hasn’t shut up about them all day. The way he’s been going on and on about them made it sound like you had toiled over them for days, becoming a veritable chocolate factory.”

A deep blush settled over your cheeks, “He… Wait… What?” You struggled to find the right words, thrown by the fact that Taiju had not only acknowledged the gift you thought he had hated, but was gloating to others about it.

Koko frowned, “Why are you looking at me like that, did you not make him chocolate? I doubt he would accept them from some other chick, and it seems like a lame thing to lie about.”

“No I made them it’s just,” you shook your head, trying to pull yourself back from the shock, “Is he really bragging about them? When I gave them to him he seemed less than thrilled.”

Koko gave a sharp laugh, “Maybe he was just trying to play it cool in front of you or something because trust me, he’s been borderline obnoxious with how much he’s been enjoying them,” Koko took a step towards you, leaning down so that he could look into your eyes, “Made me a little jealous, ya know? I was hoping maybe you had some left over for your old friend Koko~?”

Your face settled into an irritated expression, garnering another large sigh from the raven haired boy. “I guess not. Though it makes me sad, it’s probably for the best. Boss looked like he was damn near ready to kill one of the other guys when they jokingly asked for a taste. If I got my own directly from the source he’d probably kill me.”

He lowered himself even closer, causing you to take a step backwards to create some distance. A blush flitted across your cheeks at the proximity you shared, nervous that someone may walk by and misconstrue the scenario they saw before them.

“Though maybe someday I’ll get lucky,” his voice was low as he spoke, his eye contact unwavering as he held your uneasy gaze. He raised his hand to his mouth, placing his index finger across his lips, “if you ever feel like making me a batch in secret, I promise not to tell Taiju. I’d never turn down goodies from you, even if you were just using me as a taste tester for some other man.”

Koko gave you a knowing smirk, causing you to blush harder.

“Stop joking around,” you frowned, pushing past him to continue on your way, “I’m sure you’re not hurting for chocolate from girls today, Koko. Go bother one of them if you want something.”

He laughed once more, this time sounding slightly less jovial than previous.

“Guess you’re right. But still, offer stands if you ever need a sampler.”

You felt Taiju’s arm around you before you even sensed him.

Your body lurched, startled by his sudden appearance. Having been so engrossed in the show you were watching you didn’t hear him come through the door, nor did you notice him sneak up behind you.

“Did I scare you,” he smiled down at you, pressing a firm kiss to your head, “You need to pay better attention to your surroundings, what if I was some burglar come to haul you away?”

You gave him a wry smile, relishing the feeling of his closeness, “I wouldn’t be too worried for myself, but I would feel bad for the burglar. Once my boyfriend catches wind of my kidnapping, I don’t think it would end very well for the man trying to cart me away.”

You felt his chest rumble as he laughed. “True enough, but I wouldn’t be too happy with you either, letting some other man touch you so easily.” Goosebumps littered your arms as he placed a lingering kiss on your neck, “I’ll let it slide this time, but if you let me catch you like this again I’m going to have to punish you.”

Before you could comment further, Taiju lifted his left hand before you, revealing the vibrant bouquet he had been concealing. Your eyes widened at the colorful array of delicate pink roses and round white peonies beautifully clumped together, delicate baby’s breath placed along the edges as a lovely finishing touch. The flowers smelled as amazing as they looked and you happily accepted them, a smile illuminating your face.

“Thank you Taiju,” you exclaimed, taking a moment to bask in their beauty, “They are so pretty! I love them!”

He gave you another kiss on the head, “I’m glad you like them. I could have waited until white day, but I would have felt bad accepting such a great gift today without showing my appreciation in return.”

You turned back to him, a nonplussed look on your face. “You mean… You really did like the chocolates I made?”

It was his turn to shoot you a look, “Yeah? What man wouldn’t love their girl making them chocolates on Valentine’s Day?” You swore you saw a slight tinge to his cheeks as he lowered his head, nuzzling his nose into the crook of your neck before he spoke again, “It was cute as hell. And besides, they taste amazing.”

You placed your hand to your chest, breathing a small sigh of relief. “I’m so glad to hear that, I’ve been worrying about it all day.”

“Worrying?”

“Yeah,” you huffed, “You seemed so mad when I gave them too you! You had this look on your face like you were grossed out the moment you laid eyes on them.”

“Idiot,” he mumbled against your skin, “You completely misunderstood. I was pissed off because you spent the whole morning away from me. I had a Black Dragons meeting for most of the day so I was worried I wouldn’t get to see you, on Valentine’s no less.”

He sighed, detaching himself from you slightly, “Then I found out you were doing some adorable shit like making me homemade chocolate and I didn’t know how to react. I was still mad you weren’t by my side, but…”

You cocked an eyebrow at him, “But?”

He sighed again, scratching the back of his head in vexation. “I was also really happy. No one has ever made me chocolates before and I never really cared too much about receiving them from anyone previously. But getting them from you today, knowing that you made them with your own two hands…” His blush returned, this time much more noticeably, “I don’t know, it was exciting I guess.”

You laughed, enamored by the rare bashful expression plastered on Taiju’s face. “Good to know after all this time together I can still excite you with such a small surprise.” You nudged him gently, garnering an almost sheepish sounding grunt from him in response.

“You know you could have chocolates all the time if you wanted, all you have to do is ask.” You mused for a second, before adding “Well, only if you promise not to look at me like I am some kind of gross bug again when I hand them to you.”

He smirked, taking the flowers from your hands to place them on the table beside you. You remained fixated on him as he walked around the couch, gasping as he pushed you back against the soft cushions. Before you could question his motives, he crawled atop you, latching his mouth to yours in a searing, needy kiss.

“Getting a little ahead of yourself, aren’t you?” His voice was husky as he broke the kiss, “You should know by now if I want something I won’t ask, I’ll just take it.”

He crashed back into you, working his mouth against yours with increasing ferocity. You whined as one of his hands gripped your thigh, the other snaking its way up your shirt to fondle your chest. His tongue slid inside your mouth, moving against yours as he groped you, your body growing hot each place he connected with you.

He caught your bottom lip between his teeth, gently biting down as he pulled away, licking the taste of you from his lips when he disconnected. Staring down at you with a lust crazed look in his eye you felt your sanity begin to waver, a shiver of anticipation coursing through your body over what was to come. Noting this, Taiju smiled, baring his teeth in an animalistic grin.

“And right now, I want something much sweeter than chocolate,” he rasped, pressing himself ever closer, “I’m gonna take all of you, and I will give you all of me in return.”

He kissed you once more, this one decidedly sweeter despite the desire that hung heavy in the air.

“Happy Valentine’s sweetheart, let’s make it one neither of us will forget.”

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haihaihaitani · 8 months

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Don't Be Scared ~ *Rindou Haitani*

Summary: It seems Rindou’s colleagues don’t respect you as they go out of their way to make you miserable. But you would never tell Rin this. You’re stronger than that, right?

Pairing: Rindou Haitani X G/N!Reader

Genre: Angstyish Drabble

Word Count: 686

Warning: swearing, anxiety attack, insecurities. Rindou being OOC (but I need him to be this way), hating the nickname baby (seriously I could rant about how much I hate being called this, but I think I summed it up pretty well in this)

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A/N: I wrote this as a sort of therapy piece. Two things mentioned in this story are insecurities of mine. And sometimes I just imagine a lovely anime boy telling me he’s going to protect me. So yeah. Very self-indulgent.

A/N 2: Also my dad had piranhas. That’s why they’re here.

You were officially having the worst day ever. Currently, you were curled up in the far corner of your husband’s office, behind his couch. You were squeezed into a tight ball, shaking and crying like a child. All because you were embarrassed in front of your husband’s coworkers.

Honestly, you couldn’t remember who it was who did it and you frankly didn’t care. You could still remember what he did clearly, even though it happened over an hour ago. You don’t think you were ever going to forget.

You were on your way to your husband’s office with some important paperwork when some guy jumped out and scared you. You hated jumpscares because you always felt stupid afterwards. However, after he jumped out, you tripped over your own feet and fell on your ass.

While you were trying to fight back your heavy breathing and tears, the guy laughed and said, “Ha! Gotcha, you whore.”

You were frozen.

A whore? Is that what these people thought of you? You thought…

You shook your head. It didn’t matter what you thought anymore. What mattered is that no one here respected you. Maybe your own husband didn’t respect you like you thought. You just wanted to disappear and believe none of this ever happened. That when you close your eyes, count to three, and open them, you’d be home again.

The door to the office opened. You heard Rindou call out to you, “Baby? Are you here? Ran said he saw you run in here.”

Baby. You were right. Your own husband didn’t even respect you to see you as anything more than a child. Were you being dramatic? Sure. But you still felt justified in being a little extreme considering the humiliation you were subjected to.

“Babe?” Rindou’s voice was much closer to you now and you felt his shoulder brush against yours. You squeezed yourself into a tighter ball to get away from him. “Hey. What’s wrong?”

“Nothing. Go away.”

“I’m not going anywhere until you tell me. Something is bothering you and I will do whatever I can to make it right.”

“No! It’s embarrassing and I just want to crawl into a hole and die!”

You weakly struggled against him when he wrapped his arms around you and pulled you into his lap. “Love, please. Let me help you.”

Taking a few breaths to try and calm yourself, you told him. You recounted the mortifying ordeal with the jumpscare and how he called you a whore. You then let your insecurities spill, how you were so stupid that you could handle a bloody massacre but couldn’t watch a horror movie. You mentioned that you didn’t think anyone respected you, much less like you and you wished you weren’t so dramatic, but explained that these were the thoughts and feelings you were having.

When you were done, Rindou didn’t say anything for a long time. You were about to ask him to say something when he whispered, “I’ll kill him.”

“What?”

“I’ll fucking kill him. I’ll gut him like a fish and feed him to your piranhas for making you feel this way.” He snapped, his voice cold and deadly.

You shook your head and burrowed yourself into his chest. “Don’t do that. You’ll make yourself work more for something those fish won’t eat.”

He gave a slight chuckle but pulled you in closer. “I’m glad you’re making jokes but I’m furious someone would make you doubt yourself like that. You are not a baby and you are not a whore. I love you so much, I married you. If you want, I’ll stop calling you baby. I call you whatever you want. But you have to know that I have never thought less of you and I never will. You are the love of my life and I will never, ever stop loving you, okay?”

You nodded. “Can we go home?”

Rindou kissed the top of your head. “Of course, my love. Right after I call Ran, okay? I have to order a hit.”

“Tell him to be slow and painful.”

“Anything for you.”

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veshiro · 4 months

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Million Dollar Man - Rui Kamishiro

x fem!reader

-> in which you find yourself saved by Rui pretending to be your boyfriend...

notes: yes, there will be a part two ;)

It started off with innocent glances that you could only pass off as observing. It hadn’t bothered you that someone seemed to occupy their eyes on you as it felt harmless. A man across the room was swirling his glass around in his hand, watching as the liquid topples around the sides, while having his gaze linger on you.

Tsukasa had invited the troupe to his after-party with his acting class to celebrate a great show, and naturally, you got to come along. At this point it felt as if you were an honorary member, occasionally helping to polish off scripts and brainstorm plots with their director, but you weren’t much of an actor yourself. The troupe mingles amongst themselves until Rui branches off first, choosing to make conversation with one of the professionals to gain some insight into his own skills. Nene clings to your side knowing you aren’t the type to butt into a conversation like the others. You accept a beverage generously offered by the class and are pleased to find it’s tart cherry sparkling water.

“If Tsukasa wasn’t having the time of his life with his classmates I think I would go congratulate him,” You speak to Nene first, breaking the slightly awkward silence between the two of you.

“He’ll come around eventually,” She replies, “he can never get too much attention.”

You laugh lightly and drink more of the water, the aftertaste leaving you thirsty from the tartness. It felt wrong to be standing silent in the middle of the room, or maybe it was the social anxiety creeping up to make you question yourself.

“Should we introduce ourselves around? Join one of the others?”

Emu seemed to be having the time of her life. The girl was laughing with the actor who starred as Wendy and appeared to be doing fine on her own. Rui looked intrigued by his conversation with an older, wise-looking man. No doubt he was gaining critical information he could use for the next performance.

“I’m going to head to the restrooms,” Nene announces and points down the hallway.

“I’ll wait.”

She seemed pleased by your words and offered a small smile and nod before departing. Staying true to your word, you stayed put and occasionally sipped on the beverage until the glass was empty. You make a mental note to grab a refill before everyone leaves.

“What is a fine girl like you doing alone in a place like this?”

You flinch slightly, not expecting a deep voice to be right next to your ear. Nonetheless, you keep your cool appearance and turn around, not entirely surprised to see your not-so-secret admirer from earlier. Choosing to ignore his rather sexual comments, you take a steady step back to gain some distance.

“I’m with my friends, actually. One of them was in the play.”

“I don’t see anyone with ya. I won’t abandon ya like they did.”

His smirk is lopsided in a dark way, a grin full of malice. Alarms immediately set off in your body, but it wasn’t like you could do much against him, and he knew that. Your eyes search and search but you’ve lost sight of Rui, and you can’t exactly turn around to quickly spot the others.

Where is Nene? Can’t she hurry up just this once?

“I’m not interest, sorry.”

Apologizing made you feel icky inside, but it’s best to seem polite and not to provoke a man like him.

“Oh come on. What are you, a student?”

Lie.

“A graduate.” You say curtly.

“I don’t believe that.”

You want to crawl into a hole and die to cleanse yourself of the ick this man gives you. He senses your unease and knows that he has the advantage.

Where did everyone go?

“Why don’t we…” He steps closer, a smell of cigarettes and alcoholic makes you almost gag, “have some fun?”

“I’m–” You swallow.

“Ah, dearest! There you are,” A firm hand wraps around your waist and pulls you close. “I was wondering where you had run off to.”

A flood of sweet vanilla fills your nostrils and easily combats the foul scent of the creep. The moment the scent settled you knew who it was and calmed down.

Is this the game we’re playing? You shoot the question silently with a pointing gaze. His cheshire smile says enough.

“I was waiting for our friend,” You don’t dare say her name, just in case. “She should be on her way back anytime now.”

Rui nods in understanding and turns his attention to the creep. His gaze locks, his eyes narrow, and if looks could kill, the creep would be in the deepest pit of hell.

“Have a kick out of making my girl uncomfortable during a celebration as lively as this?”

You hate to admit it, but hearing that term of endearment stirs something inside of you. Was it adoration? Gratefulness? It couldn’t possible be anything more, now that would be troublesome, wouldn’t it?

“She’s yours? I’m sorry, didn’t know, dude.”

A look of disgust crosses your friend’s face before the creep’s words even burn into your mind.

“She isn’t just an object to lay claim to,” His grip on your waist tightens, and you don’t think he even realizes. “She’s her own person. A smart, independent, and fucking capable woman.”

Damn. If you hadn’t had any sort of feelings for Rui before, you certainly do now. No one has defended you with such passion and demand before. It felt nice. Validating.

“You–” The creep points a finger and tries to step closer to the two of you, but Rui is quick to shut that attempt down. He pulls you slightly behind him, and by now the attention of others has been attracted.

“I suggest you stand down,” Rui smirks and plays with a pen he had been holding to take notes in his pocket notebook. He always insisted on bringing it wherever because 'you never know when inspiration may strike'. “Wouldn’t want to cause a scene now would we?”

The creep grumbles and contemplates his options. It wasn’t looking good for him, and the troupe had gathered behind you and Rui to back him away even more. He seems to decide you weren’t worth the wrath of the man protecting you and backs away, leaving the venue with a pissed off attitude.

“You’re okay?” Rui’s persona switches around completely. His once malicious-laced words are now soft and cushion any hurt that creep may have inflicted.

“I’m okay.”

He smiles and his hand draws back. Your waist feels oddly cold now. And just like that, everything goes back to normal.

#project sekai #reader insert #rui kamishiro x reader #rui project sekai #rui kamishiro #nene kusanagi #emu otori #tsukasa tenma #rui kamishiro x you #wonderlands x showtime

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complexcritterscave · 2 months

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Aka PART THREE!!!!

You were supposed to perfect.

You were to rule beside me on this disgusting wasteland.

To make them all grovel at our feet.

To destroy ANYONE who stood in our way.

The others may have assisted in your creation. They may have helped you crawl. They may have fed you. They may have checked your vitals, monitored your every move, written down everything you DID in their presence.

And while I did as well…

I did it with the promise of you becoming something great…

I taught you to speak.

I even remember your first word: beaker!

I spent hours in that DAMNED building, helping you walk on your own two legs.

I showed you the marvellous wonders of the world, even the ones I found pathetic and vile…

When you were sick, I never left you alone.

When you were hungry, I was always the first to feed you.

Even during the storms!

When the bolts of Zeus and the lion roared vicious and earthquaking thunder, every time you were afraid…

I…

NEVER…

left your side…

So why would you think it was okay to leave mine?

Was what you saw so overwhelming that you’d think you’d steal my life’s work without consequences? Was what you read so aching that you just HAD to run away?

To run away from them?

Run away from me?

That’s not how this game works…

When you go against me, you are going against life and death itself.

You are a peasant and I am royalty.

You are but drop of water while I am a mighty blaze

You are prey and I… the predator

Do you understand now?

Do you understand the great turmoil you’ve brought on not only yourself but those around you?

I fail to see evidence that you do..

And while I yap and yowl and hiss and snarl and whisper and retort…

You’ll never believe until I SHOW you, why everyone fears me..

A man’s words mean nothing when it comes to his actions. Shall he fail to fill his hole, it will become his new grave. It shall hold him until he sees his last sky, breathe his last breath, feel his last touch, smell his last aroma, and hear his last song. It was hold him for before he dies and after he dies.

Fortunately for me,

Gods do not die…

When you’ve angered them, there is but one way to appease them.

Through sacrifice…

Your suffering will be eternal.

And I’ll make sure to include your acquaintance in your turmoil…

…

It had been a fun-filled day! The two had spent it making new conspiracies theories… Well at least Bive did. She managed to make them all connect in one way or another. Split was a different story. She somehow managed to get Bive to play a few of the games that were in the dinner.

Note to future self: Bive is really good at air hockey. Guess when you’re a paranoid detective looking for danger around every corner, you’ve gotta be quick on your toes!

They had stayed there virtually all day! It was nearly dark when they had finished. As the two made their way back to the elevator, Split glanced down at her flea-ridden hairy friend, noticing her tired expression and feeling a side of self-pride rising in her chest.

Her plan had worked perfectly.

She was exhausted. Split wondered how she even managed at all, she looked as if she were about to fall over.

"Hey Bive..?"

"Mehm?"

"You alright?"

"Mhm…"

Split gave her a concerned smile. Maybe she should stay with her? Just to be safe of course.

"Uhh so… Would you mind if I stayed over tonight?"

"No."

Oh…! It was pretty straightforward. That’s pretty nice actually. They get to have a sleepover! Darn she’s gonna have to go back and get some clothes.. Oh well!

…

Eventually the two made it back to the funny maze, of course after visiting Split’s floor to allow her to get her sleepwear, Split having to guide Bive away from any walls to ensure she didn’t walk into them. As well as keep her away from Scary Mike and Fleshy. Scary Mike was, of course, Scary Mike; randomly appearing in hallways as its corrosive black oil (🇺🇸) dripped from the walls and evaporated once it disappeared. It even reached its hand from around corners trying to grab at one of them as if it intended to cause harm but would always evaporate into cloud of foul smelling smoke before it could.

Fleshy, however, wasn’t actually a problem. If anything it was more of a sweetheart, curiously watching and following the two while babbling random nonsense. It even went as far as the help guide Split to Bive’s corner of the maze whilst protecting the two from Scary Mike, hissing and growling at it every time it saw it until it saw the cloud of smoke.

In all honesty, as weird as her roommates, if you could even call them that, were, they seemed interesting and were decently enjoyable company. She might have to visit more often just so she can speak with the fleshcousin. Maybe even befriend it like she did the other! Who knew they were all such sweethearts?

Once they made it to Bive’s part of the maze, Fleshy gargled a difficult to understand farewell before leaving, disappearing around the corner as if seemingly purred. Fleshcousins are weird… yet cute in a silly way.

It was rather chaotic. Papers and empty styrofoam coffee cups littered the floor, causing the Fruit-taur to wonder if she ever cleaned. Well… Now that she thought about it, she never bathed. It made sense for her not to clean up. As they descended deeper she started to take notice of red string, old photographs, and even thumbtacks on the floor. If that wasn’t bad enough, there was writing on the walls made with white paint or lead.

They were either equations or some sort of question that related to one of her theories.

`2 + 2 IS 4 NO MATTER WHAT!`

`Clown military hiding inside cacti?`

`Snow soldiers collaborating with Gnarpians?`

`Government using sonic waves to make people hungry to buy more products from companies?!`

Okay Split could see that partially happening it wasn’t too unbelievable.

"Wow… You must be hard at work here huh?"

"Mhm.."

Split continued to look out for any stray thumbtacks before coming to a stop as two made it to her 'room'. It had the basic necessities as well as coffee maker, tiny mini fridge, and her famous corkboard.. And it was much larger than she expected. How much free time did she have? Uh… Oh well!

After getting dressed, she sat beside Bive, watching as the detective fought to stay awake before eventually succumbing to sleep.

Split watched as she fell still completely, the only indication of life being her side rising and falling.

It took her longer to fall asleep but her own thoughts kept her busy until she did. Why didn’t she sleep often? Is it insomnia? Or did she just not like sleeping? Why wouldn’t anyone like sleeping though? Did something happen that made her just stay awake?

For now, her questions could receive answers later as she slowly drifted off into her own peaceful slumber.

Perfect…

HI HI HI HOPE YOU ENJOYED. PART FOUR IS GONNA BE DEVASTATING RAHHHHH BATS EYELASHES MALICIOUSLY

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I’ve never really requested anything before and I don’t want to be doing this wrong but I would love if you wrote an Alastor x Fallen Angel reader? Reader being male or non binary is fine! Anyways the reader fell (or jumped) out of heaven and lands in a forest where Alastor gets his deer carcasses. He sees the reader and instantly becomes intrigued but doesn’t exactly walk up to them. He studies them for a while then finally decides to go up to them? The rest is practically up to you, both of them could instantly get along or take awhile to get along.

You don’t have to do this I just had an idea and wanted to share it and see it get written!

Ohhh this is a fun ask! I don’t want to rush things with Alastor, for I feel if he were to fall in love with someone, it would be a slow burn! This will just be the tip of the iceberg, but if a lot of you guys want more, I make a short series (probably 3-4 chapters) on ao3

Might be a bit ooc cause I can’t write alastor but I tried my earnest

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You were falling. That was the first thing you noticed once you came back to your senses. Your wings were cut off and you were covered in Golden Light! How fun. (Not fun.)

He maneuvered your body and soon noticed Hell coming extremely close.

“WAIT WAIT WAI-“ You screamed as you soon fell into a tree, then a bush, and then you rolled out onto the ground. It was a miracle that you hadn’t died right then and there.

Now, you thought you were alone in these woods, but, that was a stupid thought. You had a feeling that you were being stared at. And you were right!

The Radio Demon, or better known as Alastor was in the distance, about to kill off some poor dear for his dinner before he noticed you. Alastor then saw you falling from the sky, which amused him.

He watched you from afar and saw you stand. He examined you closely but stayed away. He wanted to figure out what he was dealing with first. He noticed the glowing light on your body, especially how it was seeping from your back where your wings were ripped off.

“How… interesting.” He spoke lowly, getting a little closer to you.

You heaved and cracked your back, which was, a terrible mistake to say the least. “HOLY FUCK.” You screamed out in pain as your back ached in pain. You kinda just wanted to curl up in a fetal position and crumble away to ash. What left was there now? You were in hell. Kinda the end of road, isn’t it?

Alastor couldn’t help but enjoy that scream of pain. He examined you for a few more minutes before walking up behind you and poking you in your back. Where your wings were ripped off. Where it hurt.

Yep. You definitely wanted to crawl into a hole and DIE.

“OW WHAT THE FUCK?!” You screamed and looked behind you, seeing Alastor tower of you and grin. “I swear to god.” Is all you said before you rubbed your eyes and looked away, “Gimmie a moment, I need to process this.”

“Oh no, I don’t think we have time for that.” Alastor hummed out, spinning you right back around, “Aren’t you interesting, looks like we have ourselves a fallen angel.” He twisted his cane and pointed it to you.

“I’ll shove that cane up your ass.” You threatened as you went to go grab at it which resulted in you getting fwacked in the head with it, “OW.”

You just couldn’t catch a break now, could you?

“Would you, my friend like to join the Hazbin Hotel? You look like you miss heaven.” Alastor spoke, watching you eye him suspiciously.

“How do you know that?” You asked a bit worried. “Oh, know everything..”

You sighed, “What is this.. Hazbin Hotel?” You asked, walking up closer to Alastor and examining him. “Oh, nothing but a sad, sad hotel for sinners alike to try and redeem themselves into heaven!”

You were skeptical, but you needed a place to go. “Fine. Lead the way, smiles.” You grumbled, and you two were soon off!

Alastor was definitely intrigued by you. Maybe he could try and get you to give him your soul, so you’d be one of his pets. The idea of that made him feel great.

Only time will tell.

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Soul Bound [Obey Me x GN!Mc] [Soulmate AU]

Chapter 3: Orange Tattoo

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Mc’s eyes went straight over to the new person’s hand, the orange marking of a snake with a controller would permanently stay there on his hand, Mc was glad that the orange tattoo was hidden by their clothing.

“I vote you to die Mammon.” The new male entered the room, hissing towards his brother. “Gah...Levi...” Mammon’s eyes widened a bit as he looked at him before looking over at MC. “Uhm listen human. This here is Leviathan, the Avatar of Envy. He’s the third oldest of us brothers. Since he’s name is sorta hard to say, ya can just call him Levi. Let’s move on to ya room-” He got cut off by Levi

“Give me my money, Mammon...Then go crawl in a hole and die.” Mammon tensed up a bit and looked at his brother before smiling nervously. “Come on, I told ya I’d get it to you! I just need a little more time.... And You still want me to die even if I give it back? That’s real harsh, Levi!”

“A little more time? How much more?” Levi asked again and stared at Mammon. “A little more! Means a little more time okay!” Levi growled a bit. “You’ve been saying that for the last 200 years Mammon.” Mammon shook his head. “260 years! Get it right Levi!” “Unbelievable.” Levi huffed. “Seriously Mammon, you’re a-”

“Scum? Is that what you’re gonna say?” The back and forth batter continued between the siblings as Mc was silently watching. They glanced at their small bag that contained a few of their items and took out their D.D.D, starting to type on it again to try and add into the conversation. “Hey Human! Remember my advice? Either run or die. Well one of us is gonna die. And it aint gonna be me!” Mammon ran off, leaving MC and Levi alone.

“Wha- Dammit Mammon...That ass... he ran off...!” Levi huffed before focusing his attention towards MC. “Do you realize what just happened? Mammon used you as a distraction to get away from me. Or maybe I sould say he used you as a sacrifice.... I’ll admit that Mammon is one of the scummiest scumbags you’ll ever meet...A total low life....but still, it was dumb of you to let him use you like that.”

“This is EXACTLY why humans are-” Levi soon stopped himself from continuing and hummed. “Wait a second...Humans...yes... I got an idea. Are you free right now? Of course you are! You got to be! Even if you aren’t, Either way, you’re coming with me.” Levi grabbed onto Mc’s arm and started to pull them into the direction of his room.

A ping came from Mc’s D.D.D and they looked to see Mammon’s messages

Mammon

Heya, I suddenly remembered I have some business I gotta take care of. So if ya need something, just ask Levi. *Sticker*

Just don’t go running and telling Lucifer about this. *Sticker*

MC *Sticker*

Mammon *Sticker*

Levi dragged MC inside and locked the door after checking to see if anyone saw them. He turned to look at Mc, who seemed to be admiring his room a bit. “Hey normie!”

Mc looked over at Levi and tilted their head, pointing at themself. “Yeah! You.” Mc looked back at the books, seeing large thick books with “Tales of the Seven Lords” written on the spine of the book.

“What is it human? What are you looking at?” Mc pointed at the books. Levi took a moment before a small smile appeared on his face. “Wait...that looks like. The tales of the Seven Lords. Are you a fan of that too?”

Mc knew of the series, their [use-to-be] best friend would always chatter about how they loved the Lord of Fools. Mc took out their D.D.D, typing away.

“Are you searching-” The D.D.D was soon showed to him. ‘I know of it, my old best friend was obsessing over. I know what it’s about. I watched all the movies’

“Then what’s the first lord’s name?” Levi grabbed the D.D.D. “Just mouth out, you could be searching it up if I let you type.” Mc was silent, trying to remember the important points of the story

‘Was it the Lord of Emptiness?” “Wrong!” Levi said after reading what Mc was mouthing to him. “That’s the seventh lord! Since you don’t know anything. I’ll tell you about it.” Levi started a rant about the tales of the seven lords, the important plot points, each of the lords and Henry. It was like Mc had rewatched the movies... before he started to ramble about his jealousy on humans.

He soon stopped his rant, realising he was getting off topic. “Alright, I didn’t bring you here to tell you about TSL. I don’t think there is any harm in just coming out and saying what you already know is true: Mammon is a complete and utter scumbag. It’s very important you understand this. So I’ll say it one more time. Mammon is a hopeless worthless scumbag. I leant him money and now I want him to pay me back. but being the scumbag that he is, he won’t do it. I wish I could force him to, but despite what a rotten waste of space he is, Mammon’s still the second oldest. As the third oldest, no matter how hard I try, I don’t stand a chance against him...”

He explained how Mammon had gotten a figurine he wanted, yet it was left on the floor in Mammon’s room with the dirt, and how he got traumatized by Mammon sleeping naked.

“You’ve seen how fast Mammon is, No one aside from Lucifer or Beel has that kind of speed.. But if,say, a human made a pact with Mammon and bound him to their service.” A wicked grin appeared on Levi’s face. “then he’d have to do whatever that human told him to. Which means that if you make a pact with mammon and then order him to give me back my money... he wouldn’t have any choice but to do it.”

‘A Pact?’ Mc showed the phone screen to Levi for him to read. “A pact with a demon? Haven’t you seen it in movies. A demon lends his strength to a human to make their wish come true in exchange for their soul.” Mc shook their head, they didn’t want to give up their soul.

“You don’t have to give your soul necessary. It depends on what’s in the pact. But, well, you need to give something to the demon to make it worth the exchange. So it’s pretty much inevitable. If you don’t want to give up your soul, then I’ll tell you how to negotiate with Mammon. It will be useful for you to have him as your servant, despite how awful he is, he is still a powerful demon. But I bet you feel worried, being dragged down here to the Devildom and all. So it won’t be a bad deal for you either. Don’t you agree”

Mc looks at him and nods their head, it was atleast worth an attempt. Levi would then tell Mc the plan on how to get Mammon

Mc was exploring around, entering into a library room. ‘Sign language books must be in here...’ Mc thought to themself as they went inside. Their eyes trying to read as fast as they could, going through each section before pulling out a book. ‘Sign Language for dummies’ Mc just rolled their eyes at the name and started to head out.

“I see you are up late.” A new voice entered the room and Mc looked over at the entrance to see Lucifer, who was holding a cup of coffee in his hand. “Looking for something.” Mc nodded their head and started to mouth.

‘I was, and I found what I wanted.’ They mouthed slowly. Lucifer went closer and noticed the book underneath Mc’s arm. “I see you were getting a sign language book?”

Mc tenses up a bit and nods. ‘I wanted to show Mammon some sign language.’ Mc mouthed, it was a lie, but Lucifer couldn’t know.

“I see, well I was going to come and collect a sign language book as well. We need to make sure you are comfortable. So learning some would be helpful to be able to understand so you don’t have to mouth out and type.” Mc soon shook their head and started to mouth. ‘You don’t have to, I can handle mouthing out and typing.’ Lucifer shook his head. “Don’t worry about it. I’ll make sure all my brothers know how to understand sign.” Lucifer took out a book off the shelf that had sign language written on the cover.

‘Good night.’ Mc mouthed before heading out quickly. Mc was going to need to learn this all in a night...

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Chapter 4: A Gold[ie] Pact [7.2.23]

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Not So Secret Girlfriend- Part 1

Warnings: None Danny and I were on our way to follow up a lead on the homicide we’re currently working when my phone rings. I answer it and say, “McGarrett.” I here a sigh on the other end of the phone before the person on the other end answers and a smile makes it’s way onto my face as the car is filled with the voice of my beautiful girlfriend, “Yes, babe I know who I called but seriously check who’s calling because if I call you again and you announce who you are I’m going to wring your neck, maybe not, you would probably like that. Anyways when will you be home I was thinking of making dinner before I have to head back to the house to make sure Mikaela isn’t drunk off her ass again?” A faint blush crawled up my face at what she said as Danny threw me a look from the passenger seat, “I dunno Y/N/N Danny and I are heading to pick up a suspect so it co-,” I was cut off by Danny yelling, “RED LIGHT, THAT IS A RED LIGHT. SLOW THE FUCK DOWN I DON’T WANT TO DIE TODAY!” I rolled my eyes before saying, “Yes Danny I saw the red light and I would have stopped if you wouldn’t have started screaming like a school girl.” Danny looked at me opening and closing his mouth before saying, “I’M the school girl? Really? Who was it this morning complaining because they didn't have the right butter in their fridge for their coffee? Oh yeah that’s right, IT WAS YOU!”

“First of all I was not complaining I was making a statement and second of all yes you’re a school girl you act like more of a school girl than Gracie and she’s twelve.”

“You can’t be serious right now?”

Y/N’s POV

As I listened to Steve and who I gathered to be his partner Danny argue I rolled my eyes before saying, “Babe.” No answer. “BABE.” Still nothing. “STEVEN JACK MCGARRETT ANSWER ME OR I SWEAR TO GOD YOU WON’T BE ABLE TO HAVE KIDS!”

I was greeted with silence and I swear I could hear crickets chirping before I heard someone clear their throat before saying, “You wouldn’t do that. You want kids.” I narrowed my eyes into a glare like Steve could see me before smirking as I came up with a come back. “Oh please, don’t flatter yourself I can easily find a willing participant to, well, give me their sperm.” I could all but see his jaw clench and twitch before he growled out a low, “You wouldn’t dare.” I smirked again knowing I had him all riled up before saying, “Oh you know not to dare me.” I decided to hang up the phone knowing it would drive him crazy thinking about me with another guy.

I would never actually have sex with another guy especially when I’m with Steve as I love Steve far to much to even think about sleeping with someone else, god I wish I could get enough courage to tell him I love him but I don't know what he’ll say. I’m scared he’ll reject me and I don’t think I could handle it if he left me. I do however know I’ll sure as hell be getting railed as soon as Steve has the chance to get his hands on me.

Steve’s POV

“Y/N?”

I groaned as I knew she hung up on me. Before I could think about what Y/N had said I was interrupted by a glaring Danny. “Who the hell was that?”

I groaned and threw my head back against the headrest while I felt Danny’s glare burn a hole through me. I looked at the road very intently as if I had never driven these streets before when I sighed saying, “That was my girlfriend.” I knew Danny already put the pieces together he just wanted to here me say it.

Danny was quick to answer with, “Uh huh, and what’s her name, her first and last name I know her first name.”

“What are you going to do run a background check on her?”

“Who knows maybe, just tell me her name Steve.”

I huffed out an annoyed sigh before saying, “Y/N Y/L/N. There are you happy.”

Danny hummed in acknowledgment before asking, “So, how long have you guys been together?”

I shot Danny a look before saying, “Eight months.”

“Eig-EIGHT MONTHS?! YOU HAVE BEEN DATING HER FOR EIGHT MONTHS AND YOU NEVER ONCE TOLD ME, YOUR PARTNER, THAT YOU HAD A GIRLFRIEND?!”

“I just never found the right time to tell you.”

“You di-YOU DIDN’T FIND THE RIGHT TIME TO TELL ME?! HOW THE HELL DID YOU NOT FIND THE RIGHT TIME TO SAY, ‘HEY DANNY I HAVE A GIRLFRIEND’ IN EIGHT FUCKING MONTHS?!”

“OKAY MAYBE I DIDN’T WANT TO TELL YOU.”

I watched as Danny’s face fell and he looked hurt before he said, “You didn’t want to tell me?”

“Danny it’s not that. I didn’t, WE didn’t want to tell anybody.”

“Why? I’ve seen how happy you’ve been I had a suspicion there was someone but I was hoping you’d say something.”

“Danny, it’s not that simple. Y/N and I have been through a lot and we didn’t want to tell anyone until we were sure that what we had wasn’t just in our heads. We needed to be sure that what we had was real instead of something we thought we had to do.”

“Why on earth would you think you had to be together?”

“Look Danny I want to tell you but now isn’t the time. It’s a long story and it’s not just mine to tell.”

“Then when will we talk about it because I know you. You ignore it until you HAVE to deal with it. And I want to meet her because A. I have to approve of her and B. she’s interesting to me because anyone that willingly spends more than five seconds with you is either seriously committed or seriously mental.”

“First of all she’s not mental and second of all how about tomorrow night? Y/N and I will meet you at Kamekonas and you can meet Y/N and we’ll talk about everything.”

Danny smiled a small smile before nodding his head and saying, “Yeah that works, but one more question and then I’ll drop the subject till tomorrow night.”

I nodded before saying, “Okay, what is it?”

“You said you had to make sure you actually wanted to be together instead of something you thought you had to do and it’s been eight months so, is what you feel for her real?”

As I pulled into the address that was the house of our suspect I smiled as I said, “No, what I thought I felt for her isn’t how I actually feel. I always thought she was attractive and I liked her, but now, I love her. I realized that I had loved her the whole time about a month into dating her and now I can’t imaging my life without her. So yeah, what I feel for her is real, very real.”

“Okay, I lied. One more question.”

I sighed before saying, “Yes?”

“If you love her why don’t you guys say I love you? I mean I know the call ended abruptly but usually there’s an I love you somewhere in a phone call with two people that have been together for as long as you two have been.”

I sighed before saying, “We don’t say I love you. It’s a long story but pretty much everyone we have ever said I love you to has packed up and left often times with no reason at all so we had a mutual agreement to not tell each other I love you until we were 100% sure we were going somewhere.”

“You guys have almost been together for a year. Why don’t you tell her?”

“I’m scared that I will tell her and she’ll panic and leave and if she leaves me, I don’t know what I would do. She’s one of the only things that keeps me going and if I lose her I don’t know if I could keep going.”

Danny smiled and nodded before saying, “In my opinion you should tell her. I mean you guys were talking about having kids and I don’t care if it was just to piss you off or not a girl doesn’t joke about that stuff, she wants kids with you or she wouldn’t have even went there and the way you reacted I would say you want kids with her too. And I have a suspicion that she loves you too but she’s just as scared as you are to say it out loud, now, let’s go get our guy.”

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Bright Like The Moon: Chapter 11

Chapter 11: I Got Soul, But I’m Not A Soldier

Rating: Explicit, 18+, Minors - DNI

Fandom: Night Hunter

Pairing: Walter Marshall x Black!OFC

Word count: 3K

Summary: Kamaria Mansfield is hired at the Minnesota Police Department as an intern. Detective Walter Marshall is overworked and unsatisfied. Takes place post-film.

Chapter Summary: Kamaria’s attackers are sentenced. Walter devises a plan.

Chapter warnings: a teeny bit of court stuff (sentencing), angst, panic attack, vaginal fingering, oral (f receiving), p-in-v sex, creampie

A/N: I AM NOT A LAWYER, nor do I pretend to be one. I did a little research(pray for my search history), and that’s it. Suspend your belief a bit here, folks. Un-beta’d, we die like people who tried their best.

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Kamaria’s POV

One Month Later

I never wanted this whole thing to end up a mini-circus.

But that’s basically what ended up happening in the few short months since my abduction and assault.

From the plethora of therapy appointments that both Walter and I have attended to the meetings with my legal team, I thought I was already bogged down with talking about what happened to me.

I told myself that no matter how many times I wrote it down or said it aloud, there was always going to be this piece of me that felt as though I could step right back into that nightmare but I wouldn’t allow myself to.

I had done so much work to crawl out of that hole and I’ll be damned if I put even a toe back into that deep, dark space ever again.

But the moment Walter and I stepped into the courthouse today for sentencing, I could barely hold myself together. I knew I would have to see Justin again, which wasn’t great but it wasn’t horrible. He was just another victim and if not for him, I would’ve never got the chance to escape. I might have never seen the love of my life ever again.

I don’t owe him anything, I know that. It doesn’t make it feel any better knowing he’s going to be facing jail time. And it all stemmed from his involvement with a man who turned my life upside-down.

Lloyd Hansen.

His face haunted my dreams. His words haunted Walter. And his actions changed our lives forever. I wanted him to be tortured in some far-off dungeon where no one would be able to hear him scream. I needed him to feel broken, lost, and alone.

I knew the judge wouldn’t give him the death penalty but I would have loved to have seen him get a lethal injection of Pavulon, potassium chloride, and midazolam. I fantasized about the midazolam failing to sedate him. Maybe the Pavulon kept him immobile while he felt the suffocating feeling of fluid in the lungs. And the potassium chloride without a sedative? The lava slowly tearing through his veins would be unimaginable pain.

But that daydream would never come to life. I mean, all he did was kidnap and rape me. Let’s not get started on the unfairness of the American legal system. I could be here all day long.

The uncomfortable wooden bench under me wasn’t enough to distract me from where I was. Walter in my ear with soothing words didn’t stop me from staring at the back of Lloyd’s head the entire time. My worry about what they would do to Justin didn’t stop me from feeling like he deserved to be punished. He still acted in my worst interest whether or not he thought he was doing some version of the right thing by helping me escape.

I barely pay attention until the sentencing is read. Walter grips my hand tight and I focus my energy on watching the two men stand before the judge to get their lashings. I could tell he wants to bury Lloyd, and he feels somewhat sad for Justin but he would not let it sway his judgment. I take a deep breath and listen as their fates were decided.

Justin is sentenced to 16 years with the possibility of parole for drug possession and being an accomplice to kidnapping. He cries loudly as the officers take him away.

Lloyd is sentenced to 70 years without the possibility of parole for criminal sexual conduct in the second degree, rape in the second degree, and kidnapping in the second degree. He smiles, looking back at me to wink before he is taken away.

Relief was too small of a word for what I felt. It was more like liberation, emancipation, or deliverance. The massive weight of anxiety fell off of my shoulders as if it wasn't glued to me for the past few months.

My eyes become blurry with unshed tears, I try and blink them away but they fall down my cheeks before I can stop them. Clearing my throat, I try desperately to calm myself but nothing works. I hiccup, my breathing stuttering as I fail at stopping a panic attack from starting.

Before I know it, Walter is ushering me out into a small room just outside the courtroom. His hands are on my face and he is speaking slowly and clearly, knowing my brain is catching up to the here and now.

“It’s over, Kam. We never have to see those bastards again. You’re safe with me.” He kisses my forehead and my breathing slows as if it was a button to be pressed, “Are you here with me?”

I hear his question and look up into his eyes, “I wanna go home. I want you to help me forget all about this. I just wanna be with you and not think about anything else, please?”

“Of course, Princess.” No sooner are the words out of his mouth is my hand in his and he is walking me out of the room.

We speak shortly with my attorney, or rather, Walter speaks for me as I'm still a bit in shock at everything. Once hands are shaken and goodbyes are said, we make our way out of the courtroom and out of the courthouse.

We make it to Walter’s truck and as I get in, I realize how hot he looks in a suit. As he walks around the front, he pulls off his blazer. The way his dress shirt clings to his strong back, wide chest, and defined arms has me salivating. Inside the cab, he notices me staring.

“What?” He nervously chuckles and his eyebrows shoot up.

“You clean up nice, you know? I mean, you are sexy in a suit.” I can’t believe I was so anxious this morning that I didn’t notice how the blue in his tie brought out his eyes.

A pink hue colors the tips of his ears and his neck. I just made Walter Marshall blush. As if reading my mind, he looks around before his eyes come back to me. Biting his lip, he shakes his head.

“Princess, we are not fucking in this parking structure. As much as I want to bend you over the bed of this truck and fuck you until your moans are bouncing off of the cement walls, I’d much rather have you in bed or the couch or the dining room table.”

“But Daddy, I want you.” My hand slides over my thigh and underneath the skirt of my dress.

“You think I don’t want you, babygirl?” He takes my other hand and places it over his hardening length, “I want nothing more than to be inside you. But I’m taking us home first.” He starts the truck and moves out of the spot, starting us on the road home.

“Yes, Daddy.” I concede, my fingertips touching the gusset of my panties where a wet spot is forming, “Daddy, can you drive with one hand?” I try and get him to touch me in one last hopeful effort.

Without looking away from the road, his right hand comes to rest on my thigh and gives it a good squeeze. Slowly moving between my legs, he cups my pussy and then moves a single finger up and down the front of my panties.

He presses a finger in til he feels my clit and rubs there a bit. My moans fill the cab of his truck and I lean back in my seat. Sliding his finger down, he moves my panties to the side to feel the evidence of my arousal. He removes his fingers and sucks them into his mouth before returning them to my entrance. Pressing in, he is welcomed by my wet heat. Starting a rhythm, he oscillates between steady strokes and clit stimulation.

Before long, we are close to home. During the final stretch of streets, he slows down right as I could feel my orgasm approaching.

“Fuck, you are absolutely soaked. Poor little pussy really needed some attention. Just hold it for a little longer baby. I’ll let you cum soon enough.”

“Yes, Daddy.” I moan, my brain tries to keep up but it’s just too flustered with a pre-orgasmic stupor. I don’t even notice that we make it home and are in the driveway until I feel his fingers slip free.

He reaches his hand up to my lips and I suck them dry, tasting myself on his thick fingers. He grips himself through his slacks and takes his hand away. He looks me up and down then exits the truck. Walking around the front, he keeps his eyes down, unbuttoning his cuffs and folding them up those veiny forearms. Once he reaches the passenger side, he helps me out and closes the door behind me.

With a giant paw wrapped around my hand, I am being led into the house quickly. As soon as the front door closes, Walter lifts me off my feet and wraps my legs around his waist. Walking the distance to the bedroom, he reaches a hand behind me to unzip my dress.

He puts me down in the bedroom, and my dress pools at my feet. He kneels to help me step out of the dress. My bra and panties were the next to go. I stand in front of him in a simple pair of black heels.

“Any objection to the heels staying on?” He asks, letting a new fetish be known.

“No, Daddy,” I murmur, suddenly struggling to keep myself together given that he is fully clothed and I am in my birthday suit.

“Good. Sit down and open those legs wide for Daddy, Princess.” His hands roam from my ankles to my inner thighs before he kneels between my open legs.

Walter’s POV

Using my thumbs to open her outer labia delicately, I'm pleased to see her honey dripping. She was so worked up in the truck and this poor little pussy is ready to burst.

But not yet. I’m going to tease it first.

I gather some of her juices on a finger and swirl it around her clit, but I never quite make contact with the swollen bundle of nerves. I kiss her inner thighs and nip at them which always makes her groan and I am once again showered in her sex noises. She has the best fucking sounds. From her words to the sounds her body makes, it’s all beautiful.

I move my finger to circle her entrance and slip in slowly. Her hands go to her breasts, she knows I haven’t given her permission to touch me yet. She also knows that grabbing my hand will only stop my movements. But she is always allowed to touch herself while I’m taking care of her cunt.

Her tight heat envelops my finger and I move in and out of her folds. It’s torturously slow and I can feel her body trembling with the anticipation that I’ll either speed up or add another finger.

When I don’t do either, she wiggles her hips and whines. The quick slap to her clit has her remembering to use her words.

“Daddy, can you please use two fingers? Please? I need it,” The sound of her begging is music to my ears.

Instead of answering, I wet another finger in her nectar and slide it in slowly to let her adjust to the thickness. The immediate squeeze around my fingers is mind-blowing. I can feel her inner muscle on my fingertips and I massage it gently, but not enough to let her cum.

Leaning in, I circle my tongue around her clit as my finger did before. Only this time, I relent and give her clit sharp flicks with my tongue. She’s putty in my hands and that’s how I like it.

All she needs is me, and all I need is her.

I take her nub into my mouth and suck it gently, still tonguing it ever so gently. With the mix of her in my mouth and on my fingers, it’s not long before my cock is hard as a rock and pressing against the front of my boxer briefs.

I squeeze myself through my slacks and go back to eating this delicious pussy. I decide she can cum and I speed up my fingers and suck her bud harder. The moans that flow from her signal that she is close and I relish the change in the room when she finally lets go.

Curling my fingers, I continue to stroke inside her as she rides out her orgasm. Giving kitten licks to her clit as her hips wiggle, no doubt feeling very sensitive. It’s not that I don’t care, it’s just that the more sensitive she is, the harder her next orgasm will be and I wanna feel that one on my dick.

With my fingers still inside her, I stand up and unzip my slacks and pull out my painfully hard length. Pulling out of her warmth, I use that hand to stroke myself. I watch her as she watches me use her cum as lube.

Moving her up the bed, I climb in. With one hand on her stomach, I use the other to position myself at her entrance. Sliding home, I groan at the sensation of her core molding to my girth.

It is always so surprising that it never gets old. I love that first moment of being inside her. Letting her adjust to my fat dick for a moment, I pull back and push back in. I hold both of her thighs open so I have full range to fuck her.

Pushing her legs back as far as they will go without hurting her, I start a punishing rhythm. The slap of our bodies moving together is a symphony. The movement of her breasts and stomach reminds me of an ocean wave ebbing and flowing. This woman is perfect, inside and out.

Letting go of her legs, I lean down and kiss her passionately. Holding her close, I continue to fuck into her. In this position, I can stimulate not only her G-spot but her clit as well.

It’s not long until I feel her breathing hitch and feel her pussy fluttering around me. Her moans turn into sobs as her orgasm takes over her. I grind my hips into hers and help her to stretch it out.

I get back up on my knees, my hands on either side of her head. I look down into her eyes for a moment and resume kissing her cervix with my tip. She throws her head back and I take the opportunity to kiss and suck at her neck. Leaving lovebites behind isn’t usually my style.

But anything goes today. And she is gonna have to try and cover up evidence of my love. On her espresso skin, I have to suck very hard to leave a mark. Challenge accepted.

Her hands are in my sweat-slicked curls before long and we reclaim eye contact. Something in her eyes draws me in and pretty soon, I am fighting to hold off my orgasm.

Just like she always does, she comes to my rescue.

“Daddy, I need your cum inside me. Please cum for me?” Her big brown eyes pierce through me like a fucking bullet and I’m done for.

“I’m gonna cum for you, Princess. Fuck! Ugh,” With one last press forward, my balls tighten and I shoot my load into her greedy little snatch. I feel like I’m cumming for what feels like a full minute.

I stay inside her, attempting to regain control of my body and my brain. She strokes the hair at the nape of my neck and I kiss over the already bruising spots on her dark skin. When my softening cock slips from her, I sit back on my heels to look at my handiwork.

Her swollen pussy is leaking with my spend and I feel that swell of pride inside me. She’s nice and full because of me. I unconsciously rub at her stomach as I watch my jizz leak and I feel her hand on mine.

She just smiles at me as I look into her eyes. There is something behind that smile, but I don’t have enough brainpower to work through it right now. I lay next to her and pull her into my arms. I listen as her breathing evens out and she falls asleep shortly after.

Looking down at her, I wipe my thumb across her brow and she stirs a bit before settling back to sleep. I smile and try to get my brain to work, but it’s to no avail. She’s wiped me out and I couldn’t be happier.

There are a few things that would make me happier. But all in due time. I figure I’ll start small and work my way up.

Step 1: Ask her to move in with me because she already basically lives here.

Step 2: Ask her to be my wife because I already made up my mind that she is the love of my life.

Step 3: Ask her to make a baby with me because she’s so great with Faye and seeing that belly of hers swollen with my child would make me so happy.

But I will worry about all that later. We can take our time with everything. Neither of us is very keen on rushing things. But one thing is for certain.

We want to spend the rest of our lives together. That’s what matters.

Chapter 12 (coming soon)

A/N: Welcome back to my story. Haven’t posted since June. I missed my babies. Songs for this chapter are All These Things That I’ve Done by The Killers and Streets – Silhouette Remix by Doja Cat.

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creamball · 1 month

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Jason Kolchek x Reader

/smut, make out, cursing, military, war, violence/

not my gif, please don’t copy

You were walking through the weird big fucking Cave you were in. You lost everyone after everyone fell down. Wtf is this place? Where are the others? Is everyone alive? Is Someone hurt? You let out a frustrated groan. You hate this place. Everything about this place is old and fucking scary. And the worst part is the Iraqis are with you in this weird big huge Cave. You looked around the room you were inside. Everything was out of stones, old stones. How can nobody ever found this? You saw an old person- well..the person is now…just bones. You kneeled down in front of the bones. You patted his shoulder..or what is left from the shoulder.

“Hard time buddy? Well i bet you died like an…idiot” You joked around. Now you drive completely insane you thought. But that’s your character, always funny. Always trying to make the best out of the situation. Maybe it should scare you that there is a bone body. But it doesn’t. You stood up and let out a sight.

“So I should keep going buddy, don’t wanna smell like dead old bones ya know?” You said smirking and layed your hands down on your sides. Then something came to your mind, no not something it was someone. Your lieutenant. Jason Kolchek. Oh how you liked him. You had a thing for him, and surely he has something for you. You two were always flirting around and get along very very well.

“Oh Kolchek you better not die here” You mumbled loud to yourself, if he dies, you will kill him again. Thats a promise you gave him when you had the first operation with him as a team. He laughed and promised you the same thing.

You turned around and you saw a little hole in the stone wall. You walked to the hole and kneeled down again. You would fit. You sight and turned your head to the bone body again. You gave him a little wave.

“Bye bye buddy!” You said and crawled through the little hole. You fitted in perfectly. So no problem. You crawled into the other room, you stood up. You patted the dirt from you.

“Gross…” You whispered annoyed and put your hands back on your sides. You checked out the room with your eyes. You saw nothing except one way to another room. You walked to the way, but you froze as you heard a noice. You grabbed for your riftle and aimed at the way.

“Fucking hell…” You whispered in shaky voice as you slowly began to walk. Very slowly.

You heard another voice and squeezed your eyes together. You need something to take your afraid mood away. You groaned frustrated and started to sing something.

“You can count on me….” You sang very quietly from bruno mars.

“Like one two three…” You sang shaky and you gulped as you saw a shadow.

“I’ll be there…” Your voice was shaky. Very shaky.

“Oh fuck..” You whispered as you saw the shadow moving closer to you.

“And I know when I need it….” You gulped again.

“…I can count on you….” You saw the body moving closer.

“Like four three…” And suddenly a hand placed down on your shoulder.

“TWO!” You gasped out loud out of shock. Your whole body twitched and you closed your eyes. Ready for the death. But the only thing you heard was…a chuckle.

You slowly opened your eyes and met the brown eyes from your lieutenant. Jason kolchek.

“A little singing session huh?” He joked and a grin formed on his lips. Your jaw dropped open and you were in a shock stare.

“I-“

“You?”

“I thought you are i don’t know one of our enemies!” You said relieved and still shocking. Jason laughed again and squeezed your shoulder.

“And that’s why you are singing..bruno mars?” He mocked you and your shocked face turned into an ashamed face, but you had to smirk.

“I was scared…” You said ashamed and he chuckled again.

“And thats why you sing?” He asked confused and you punched his shoulder gently.

“Shut up…” You mumbled and he grinned down at you.

“Make me.” You looked up to him with an serious face, and he had to laugh.

“Ha.Ha.” You said and sight. He wanted to say something but he shuts his mouth when you wrapped your arms around him. You buried your face into his chest.

“I was afraid you have died or something…i saw how the man raised the gun against you” You muffled into his chest. He smiled and wrapped his strong arms around you. It’s not the first hug, but definitely one of the intimate ones.

“Well i’m not…Im glad you are okay too.” He admit and with one hand he grabbed your hair and played with it. God how you love this man. You inhale his scent. He smelled so good. You can’t describe it, he just smelled like him. Like Jason Kolchek.

You pulled back from his hug and smiled.

“So…do you know where the others are?” You asked curious and he sight.

“Uhm well…Clarice just..got pulled back…merwin died…and joey is gone…nick said joey died but you know nick” He said a bit serious and your jaw dropped again.

“How did…Merwin died?” You asked and he sight, he puts his hands on his belt.

“Did you…saw one of those weird things?” He asked and you raised your eyebrows.

“Weird things? You mean…one of the dead bodys?” He shaked his head and let out a long sight.

“Believe me or not…here are some weird creatures… not human. One of those things attacked us and probably took Clarice from us. Merwin dies because he felled into some weird stuff and lost blood…”

“Are you fucking for real now?” You asked unbelievable and he nodded his head.

“You wanna tell me here are some kind of…monsters or something?” He nodded his head again. His hand reached out for yours and wrapped his fingers into yours.

“Thats why i want you to stay close by my side.” He said and you smirked. You held his hand thight.

“Are you sure? You won’t get rid of me Kolchek.” You said and he gave you a chuckle as he pulled you in again.

“Well..that sounds good” He said and you wrapped your arms around his neck. His hands rested on your waist and your nose touched his.

“I would kiss you right know you know…?” He spoke against your lips.

“What stops you..?” You whispered against his lips. He grinned.

“If i’m gonna kiss you now…can’t hold back…and i don’t wanna do it with you here…” You giggled at his response but it makes sense.

“So…When we get out of here…let me take you out on a date” He said and squeezed your waist. Your hot breath brushed over his lips.

“I’m in…” You whispered and you bit your lip.

“But maybe…give me a little taste…” Your whispering made Jason feel hot inside. His desire to kiss you grew even more. And he fell for it, you won. His desire won.

“Fuck…you drive me insane..” He whispered and you smirked.

“Show me how insane you are for me….” And after these words came from your mouth. His one hand grabbed your hair and pulled you against his lips. His lips were soft. His lips felt amazing against yours. God how many times you have imagined this moment to happen. And you weren’t alone with this imaginations. Fuck how many times Jason dreamed of this moment.

Your hands pulled him the closest you two could get by his neck in. He groaned into the kiss and pressed you against the wall. His hand on your back grabbed your wrist. One of your hands reached his baseball cap and pulled away from his head. You threw the Baseball cap behind him and your hand buried itself into his brown hair.

You let out a small moan as his hand reached your butt. His other hand layed down on your butt too. You jumped a bit and wrapped your legs around his waist as he held you in his arms. The kiss got more intimate as your tongues played with each others.

You both broke the kiss and just looked at each other. You just realized how much you loved him. You loved his beautiful smile the most. How sweet and silly he looks while smiling. You think it’s adorable and the cutest thing ever.

Jason couldn’t believe that you are into him. In his eyes you are the prettiest and funniest woman alive. He loved your humor, you two shared the same. Always laughing at each other’s funny comments or jokes. He knows one thing, he wont give up on you and definitely makes you his now.

“….I..That was amazing..You are amazing Jason i-“ He cut off your words and put a finger on your lips.

“Shush love…just..fuck be mine already. I fucking love you. So fucking much. Since the first day i couldn’t stop admiring you. Be mine (Your name) please let me be your Boyfriend.”

His words hit your heart and made it melt away. You smiled like an idiot and kissed his cheek soft. You leaned over to his ear.

“I love you too Kolchek…And yes..Be my boyfriend i would love that…” Your whisper into his ear made him breath hard. Fuck how much he wanna undress you and just fuck you against this wall now. How much he needs you.

“Then you wouldn’t mind me…doing that hm?” He asked teasing as one of his hand squeezed your ass cheek. Your stomach did the butterfly thing. You moaned low into his ear and he can’t resist anymore. His desire won again.

“Fuck keep doing that and i can’t hold back anymore” He admits with harsh breathing.

“Don’t…don’t hold back anymore.” Your words made him more confident and instantly his hand squeezed your ass cheek harder. You bit your lip and pressed your legs around him harder. You felt his erection against your inner thighs.

“If you say so..” He mumbled and opened your Cargo Pants without any resisting. He pulled your pants away and you moved your legs so the pants landed on the ground. His hand wandered down to your panties.

His finger shoved against your cunt through your now wet panties. He smirked and chuckled against your neck.

“We should take it off hmm?” He aksef Teasing and his fingers held your waistband from your underwear.

You nodded your head harsh and he chuckled low and devilish. He had an idea.

“Well that work too ya know…” He said as he just pulled your slip to the side so your wet cunt was exposed. His cock pressed against his own Cargo jeans. He couldn’t wait any much longer but he will be patient for you. He took your legs and wrapped them over his shoulder as he kneeled down.

Your cunt faced him, he licked his lips and gave your clit a soft kiss. You whimpered and threw your head back as his tongue licked over your folds. He licked your sweet cunt just like in you fantasize. And it was much better. His tongue felt amazing. You whimpered, trying to stay calm with your moans. Still here are other people and those weird..monsters.

But you couldn’t think of that any longer as his tongue slipped inside your hole. Your hands grabbed his hair and pressed him more against your wet hot cunt.

You loved how his tongue felt, just amazing. His thumb caressed your clit like heaven, you felt like heaven. And he knew it. He knew you are far away from this world right now. He let his tongue out of your hole and sucked your clit. You smashed your hand over your mouth. His middle finger pushed inside your hole between your folds. Your mouth watered from this whole thing.

“God you taste like fucking nirvana” He groaned against your clit and pushed his ring finger inside your hole too. His fingers hit your sweet spot. You let him knew that and your grip in his hair got stronger.

“Found it, didn’t i sweetheart?” His smirk was to feel against your clit. You nodded your head.

“You did..Jason..Feel so good..i feel so good..don’t stop” You whimpered against your hand and he grinned. He loved the sounds you made. You were made for him.

“Gonna cum…i’m gonna fucking cum!” You yelled against your hand, he pulled his fingers out and you moaned frustrated.

“Sorry sweetheart…im gonna make ya cum promise” He said as he stood back up on his feet’s. Your legs wrapped around his sides again. He opened his belt and pulled his cargo jeans and boxer off. Your eyes widened as you saw his cock. Damn he was huge.

His hand brushed your cheek.

“Don’t worry sweetheart, i will make sure you feel everything of me..” And after those words one of his hands lead his hard cock to the entrance of your wet cunt. Your folds widened as the tip of his cock slips inside of you.

Your arms wrapped around his neck and he thrust with one hit inside of you. Your eyes rolled back and your loud moan was covered when he kissed you. As he said, he made sure you feel all of him. And you did. His cock filled you up perfectly. It burned for a second but you were so turned on it didn’t took any longer to make the pain into pure lust and desire.

“Movee~” You moaned against his lips and he put his hands on your wrist one more time. And he did as you said. He moved his hips hard against your cunt. His cock thrusted in an out of you. Your cunt made slippy sounds every time he thrusted in again.

“Fuck you taking my cock so well” He groaned deep and your eyes rolled back again. His thumb caressed your clit while he fucks you deep and aggressive.

“Jasonn~ Ah fuck i feel so good!” Your moans made him feel good, he loves your moans.

You always repeated yourself with the words “omg omg omg” or “yesyesyes please don’t stop”. And he loved it. He won’t stop saying dirty things into your ear.

“Yes sweetheart swallow my fucking dick like it’s nothin, fuck you are such a slut” He said heavy breathing into your ear and your stomach felt the good knot again.

“Gonna cum..gonna cum Jason…” You swallowed your words, your mouth wide open.

“Yes sweetheart, gosh come all over my cock, lemme feel your cum around me” He whimpered and god his whimpers are attractive. You nodded your head and moaned against his neck.

“Yesyesyes fuck just like that omgomg gonna cum!” And those words were the last ones before your stomach explode and your orgasm runs free. You kissed him so your loud scream was covered. He felt your cum all over his cock.

“I’m gonna fill you up, let you feel my fucking cum got it?” He said command and you nood as he still rides out your orgasm. His cock pulse inside of you and without any warning he came and filled you up with all of his cum. He never cane this hard before.

“That’s it, take my cum like a good girl” He whimpered deep. Seconds past by. You both were finished with your orgasms and out of breath. He kissed your forehead gentle as he pulled his cock out of your fucked cunt.

He let you down and you both got dressed up. He pulled you into a warm loving comfy hug.

“Let’s get the fuck out of here so i can give you the after treatment you deserve” He whispered into your hair and you smiled as you kissed his cheek.

“Sure hun!” You said sweetly and innocent, trying to play innocent but you just got fucked from him like a fucking slut. He laughed and held your hand.

“C’mon love” He said and you followed him. Trying to find a way out…..

You are his now, he makes sure of that forever. He makes sure to make your pussy feel good like no other man can.

#smut #jason kolchek #house of ashes #military #funny

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thesurielknows · 3 months

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Spinning Daggers

Sloane X Aaric Fanfiction

Iron Flame Spoilers Ahead!!

Maybe you should aim better, next time. Thoirt grumbles, snapping his jaws in irritation.

I roll my eyes, Thank you for your concern. I would think of something more biting to retort to my red daggertail, but I’m currently staring at the bone of my ankle sticking out of my skin and having been separated from the rest of itself. I’m sitting in the grass where I landed poorly from trying to roll off my dragon. For your information, I wasn’t the one who told me to jump way too high in the air.

Thoirt snorts, I only told you to jump because I had assumed you knew not to land in a way that would snap your ankle.

“Sloane!” One of the others calls, and I can’t bring myself to look, as I feel the embarrassment color my face. Cursed dragon making me look like more of a loser than I already am.

I did nothing of the sort.

I sigh as Imogen reaches me, crouching down beside me as she examines my ankle. “Oh Mairi, this is not good.”

“Yeah, thanks for that,” I retort flatly, “I can’t get up.” The shame is still burning on my face.

“I’ll take you to the infirmary,” she says and I’d like to crawl in a hole and die.

“Let me do it,” Aaric approaches last, and punctuates his sentence with a yawn, “You’re helping train, and I’m not doing anything important.”

I think I’d rather walk than have Aaric carry me to the healers, but the first years are gathering and the looks of fear and pity are too much to take. “Fine,” I say shortly, “Aaric can take me. I don’t want to interrupt what you’re doing.” I tell Imogen who’s trying to make sure I won’t shatter to pieces at any given moment.

All the older ones do. Mairi’s little idiot sister. Always has to be kept safe. When I see Violet making her way this way, I grab Alaric’s pant leg and jerk on it, shame and guilt beginning to choke me, “Come on, Aaric. Let’s go.”

Do not be discouraged. Just because this small creature must carry you.

Please stop talking, I beg Thoirt. I know he’s doing it on purpose. I feel him chuckle.

Aaric scoops me up and begins to carry me inside. I see Violet pause, like she’s not going to come the rest of the way to me. I breathe a sigh of relief.

The Black Dragon Rider worries about you.

I’m aware, yes.

Then why do you run from her?

I’m pretty sure you know that, Thoirt.

She does, too, brat.

Do other dragons have nice names for their riders? Or are they all like you?

I am the only one like me.

I laugh and try to ignore that Aaric is carrying me like a princess across a threshold.

“Are you feeling okay?” Aaric asks, and it breaks me from my happy lull of arguing with Thoirt.

“You can see the bone sticking out of my leg, so what do you think, Greycastle?”

He sighs, “Of course. Forgot I’m not allowed to talk to you.”

“Um, you made that choice. You’re the one who did this to u-“ I cut myself off. I don’t want to finish it, but Aaric’s eyebrow raises all the same.

“Us? I did this to us?” He laughs incredulously, “Sloane, you’re the one who told me it was nothing. You’re the one who said there wasn’t an us. That there would never be an us.”

We reach the healers wing, “Whatever,” I heavily disagree, but I can’t say that with all of these strangers around, “You can be the martyr all you want.”

I know deep down he’s got a small point, but he’s got the timeline out of order. That happened first. Then I- I swallow and move on from the thought. Then he made himself present to comfort me for weeks. And then we- I blush. But the next day, he didn’t even talk to me. I thought there would something. Anything. But no, it was more of the same nothing. For weeks. Months. Like it didn’t happen. Like it didn’t matter.

The healer smiles warmly, and she practically bounces as she says, “Hello, how can I help-“ and then she sees my ankle and the cheery look falls, “That’s gonna need a mender.”

Figures.

#fourth wing #iron flame #iron flame spoilers #fanfiction #sloane #aaric

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arialysse · 2 years

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Benevolent Martinet.

A Sugar Daddy!Albert Wesker x Reader AU Fic.

In collaboration with: @atquos

Summary:

After catching your ex-boyfriend cheating, your life changed drastically. From deadlines to overpriced rent, your friend has suggested to you to try for a sugar daddy, something that has never crossed your mind before. But what’s the worst that can happen, right? You tell yourself. What you didn’t expect however, was the multi-billionaire CEO of Umbrella Corp to be on the list.

Warnings: Cussing, Fluff

Chapter 3: The Talk.

Chapters: [1], [2], [4], [5], [6]

“Good evening, sweetheart.” You feel your heart almost leap out of your chest at his voice. His voice… damn… he sounds so… hot. He had a rich, deep baritone, smooth and eloquent. It reminded you of something akin to honey or melted chocolate. You were so caught up with daydreaming about his voice that you forgot you were on the line. Snapping out of your trance, you fumbled over your words.

“He-h-hello…?”

“Hello there, are you feeling alright?”

“Uh- I- Y-yeah…”

You slapped your forehead at your stupidity. You were the one who called him so why were acting like a complete fool! Pull yourself together… You thought aloud.

“Pardon?”

“No- That was- I mean that for- I was just talking to myself, sorry.”

God you wanted to crawl into a hole and just die. Then you hear him chuckle, the sound making your knees buckle slightly. You have made a mistake of not checking tending to your wounds carefully, as you yelped when you tried leaning against your right foot.

“What’s happened sweetheart?”

You cursed silently, moving to sit on your bed. Checking the injury on your ankle. You must’ve got it from falling earlier. Earlier… You feel a lump build up on your throat.

“Um… Stephen… I know most people don’t usually call for ranting but… I… I’ve just been overwhelmed by unfortunate events lately and it sucks because I have no idea what brought on all of these series of events, like, what did I do wrong? I’m just a college student trying to survive. My friends have their hands full already and I hate bothering them with my own issues-”

You faltered, only just realizing that you didn’t even let him answer before spilling everything out. You idiot, this is why Jeremiah cheated on you, soon, not even your friends want you. You whimpered at your destructive thinking.

“I-I’m sorry for bothering you… You can hang up if you want to…” You whispered breathlessly, trying to hold back another sob.

“Not at all. Tell me everything sweetheart. I’ll be right here.”

“I-... Are you sure? I’m sorry if you were expecting phone sex or something, I’m not good with those but maybe if I tried hard enough I can-”

“Of course. Be at ease, I have not been expecting anything. I will not, under any circumstances, coerce you into something that you are not comfortable with. Now, as you were saying… You hate bothering your friends with your own issues. Care to elaborate, what exactly are the issues?”

You took a deep breath in, releasing your bottom lip that you had been unconsciously chewing for this whole time.

“E-earlier when I was at work, I clocked in just 4 minutes late but my manager was in a bad mood and started yelling all sorts of belittling words at me. He said that I- I was useless and that I-” You feel yourself choke on your words, “I was undeserving of being in college and-” You swallowed, waiting for him.

“....Go on.”

You clutched onto the edge of your shirt nervously. Something about his tone intimidated you. Unlike earlier, he sounded… Mad. You hoped that it wasn’t because of you.

“A-after work, when I was about to head home, he had asked me for a minute of his time. He apologized to me and said that he wouldn’t shout at me again and that he’ll take his anger out somewhere else. He had said this same line multiple times before so I knew better than to trust his words. This time was different… He… He placed his hand on my shoulder. At first I thought it was just a friendly gesture, like he was serious about it. Th-then,” You whimper, “H-his hand starting getting lower and lower and I-”

You flinch when you hear something on his end shatter.

“Ah- Um… A-are you okay? Do you want me to stop?”

“I apologize for that, sweetheart. A small… incident on my part, nothing to worry about. You may resume.”

You gulped at his tone, he sounded angrier with each passing word.

“I-I knew I couldn’t let him just touch me like that so I… I- I slapped him… Th-then right after he called me a ‘bitch’ and how he was going to fire me,” Tears slipped down your face as you sobbed, cradling the bruise on the side of your head, “I told him that he could fire me and he got angry a-and… And then he punched me, t-twice…”

“He what?!”

You yelp at the sudden raise of his tone, pulling your phone away from your ears. After hearing him clear his throat, you hear him revert back to speaking with his normal tone.

“I… Apologize for my outburst, sweetheart. I did not mean to frighten you. This… Manager of yours, tell me, what business is he working for?”

You tell him the shop’s name.

“Ah… A measly business. Fear not. I will contact my associates about this.”

“You don’t have to! O-one of my coworkers is planning on finding a lawyer tomorrow, so it’ll be alright. I appreciate your help, Stephen.”

“...I see. Well, I wish you both the best of luck in serving that foul man justice.”

You hummed in approval, smiling through your tears.

“You, however, need to seek medical attention post-haste. He has managed to land his hits twice and your injuries are without a doubt, agonizing. I would assume you have tried bringing the swelling down, nonetheless, it is still aching, is it not?”

You bit your lip at his accuracy.

“I’ll be fine… Besides, the bruises will fade in a couple of days or- weeks… Maybe…”

“Nonsense, your bruises may worsen and who knows what god-awful symptoms you may develop. Are you able to disclose your bank account number? I will send you a small sum of money. Go get yourself checked.”

You shake your head. Is this guy for real? But no! This is wrong, taking money from a stranger. It’s shameful. You frowned, “No. It’s alright, I assure you. I’ve suffered worse injuries than this, trust me. Okay how about this, if it still hurts by the end of tomorrow, I will seek your advice to get it checked. Deal?”

“...Very well, we have a deal,” You hear him sigh, “You are, by far, the most obstinate woman that I have ever come across.”

You giggled softly at his words. He wasn’t wrong, your friends have always brought up your stubbornness in team-building introductions.

“Though, I cannot say that I dislike stubborn women. In fact, I have quite a liking towards them.”

You went rigid at his words, feeling your cheeks heat up. Was he talking about… You?... You shake your head, there is no way… You laughed awkwardly at his words, failing to remember that your ankle was still injured. You used your feet to push yourself further back into the bed, with the intention of trying to get some rest. You winced, rubbing the sore ankle. Right… How were you going to get to the doctor, or anywhere with an ankle like this? I guess I’ll just have to limp all day tomorrow. This sucks…

“Sweetheart, are you still with me?”

You fumbled, trying to steady your phone. “S-sorry, yeah… I just… Might have trouble walking tomorrow.” No that came out wrong.

“Oh?”

“I-it’s not what you think,” You stutter, racing to explain yourself, “My ex came over earlier and he-” You bite your tongue to stop what you were about to say. It might be a bit too much if I told him what had transpired just minutes ago. If he was already this protective of me, just imagine what-

“He went over, and…?”

You scrambled through your brain trying to find an answer quickly, “He-... Tripped, me?”

Aaaaaand you just dug your own grave. Was that really the best you could come up with? Gods...

“...Sweetheart, as much as I love your jokes. Now is no such time for that. Tell me what happened.”

You cringe at his tone, shrinking into the bed. You felt like a daughter being caught doing something bad by her father.

“Uh- He… He came over and asked me to forgive him. J-just a few days ago, I found out that he had cheated on me with some random girl and he lied about needing to help his friend, for context, …” You recall the painful memory, “I left the house after him, taking everything I ever owned from his house and left. Ever since then, I’ve blocked him, or, better yet, my friends were the one that did it. They have pictures of what he said after I left and said that I should wait before seeing it. Those messages must’ve been horrible…"

You were met with silence on his end, did he get bored? Was he still there? His exhaled breath told you everything you needed to know.

“I… avoided him for a few days, thinking that he’d never find me again, but how wrong I was…” You caressed your ankle, “He came over and asked me to forgive him, that he’d change to be a better man and that he broke up with the other girl for me.” You swallowed, getting ready for what you were about to tell him, “Th-then he… He… He saw the bruise on my cheek and started to call me derogatory words…”

Silence again, so you continued.

“After I told him to go away, he started to,” you sob, “Kick my door down, in an attempt to break in. I must’ve got the injury on my ankle when I fell from his first kick, luckily, my neighbors heard the commotion and came out to stop him. He warned that he’ll return and that I will ‘regret every choice I have ever made’ then ran away...”

You waited for a reply. Shifting uncomfortably on the mattress. Then there was a voice, it was soft, but you could hear it. He was whispering something about “despicable scum”. From the effort of his voice, he seemed to be clenching his jaws. After a few more seconds of silence, you were tempted to tell him that it’ll be alright and hang up. But before you could, he spoke.

“...Have you contacted the authorities about him?”

You fiddled with the hem of your shirt, “Not yet, I was about to but, I felt that I needed to calm down before I called them.”

“Sweetheart, where do you reside?”

Your eyes widened in alarm, “Stephen, I appreciate that you’re trying to help but, I’ll be fine after I contact the po-”

“There will be no room for negotiation on this matter. You either tell me your estate, or, I find you, even if I have to scour the ends of this world.”

You flinch at his harsh tone, biting your lip. Was it really alright to tell him your address? Will it be okay to trust a man you just met for less than a day? What if he was just a human trafficker trying to get his hands on you? But, he seemed really angry on your behalf and was even willing to send you money for your injuries. But what if this was all just-

“I see that I will have to do this the hard way. Very well then.”

“No!”

“Trust me sweetheart, I would highly advise against testing my patience. Not many people do, as they know exactly what, I am capable of.”

You feel goosebumps decorating your body at his dangerous tone. Without delaying any longer and potentially facing his wrath, you immediately gave him your address. He went quiet for a moment, it sounded like he muted himself. Oh god. Was this it? Was it really all just bait? Did you just set yourself up for human trafficking? Should you start running? What should you ta-

“See now, that wasn’t so difficult, was it?”

“W-what did you do…?” You stutter shakily, hyperventilating a little.

“Relax. I have an.. ‘Associate’ who works with the police force very closely. I requested if he could investigate this matter, is all. I assure you that you are, and will be, safe.”

You were still on edge, could he just be saying this to stall time for his friends to come pick you up? Could you trust this man? Should you just start running?

“By the way… I recommend that you fix your door soon. You did mention that he was trying to break in, hence the door is most likely damaged and he might return when you are most vulnerable. I know a friend who sells very advanced locks on doors. I could get it for you, if you wished.”

“I-it’s fine! I’ll get it fixed tomorrow. Thank you for everything, Stephen, really. For taking the time to listen to my problems and helping me out with them. I’m sorry for suddenly springing all of this on you and making you think that it would be something else…”

“There isn’t a need for apologies. Again, I wasn’t expecting anything from this, at all. On top of that, it is not wrong to lend an ear to someone who desperately needs it.”

You smile at his kindness, “I-its getting late, Stephen, sorry for keeping you up. You must be a busy man, and I’ve taken a portion of your precious time. I-I’ll stop now and ge-”

“Wait, sweetheart.”

You froze at his words, “What is it?”

He stayed silent for a minute, you hear him take a breath, then exhale.

“Do you trust me?”

You raised a brow at his sudden question. “I-I mean… I guess so? You kind of have my address and, you’re rich and you could do whatever you wanted to, to me, if you really wan-”

“Never.”

You sat there, stunned by his words. You were still hesitant in trusting some guy you met on the internet, if you were being honest. But you feel like you could start to open up to him more.

“W-what suddenly brought this up?”

“...I understand that we have only just met each other, and you might not believe me, even so, something in my heart wants to see you safe. Your injury, your past lover’s threat, and I assume that you have financial issues as well, seeing as to how you are on this app. It pains me, that you’re trying to carry all this weight on your own.”

Your heart broke at his words. He was absolutely spot on, describing your exact situation. You sigh, trying to hold back your whimper. No stranger has ever cared for you this much. You covered your mouth and closed your eyes in an attempt to calm down.

“It must’ve been really tough. Trying to put on a strong face for the whole world to see, while hiding all the pain inside. I’m proud of you for that, but we both know that it is unhealthy for you.”

At his words, you feel your conviction shatter. At first, a whimper, then a continuous cacophony of both. You tried stifling your wails with your hands, but you knew it was fruitless as he began speaking again.

“Would you… allow me to assist you in your troubles? I cannot promise that I will be perfect. However, I can assure you that I vow to do my utmost to make sure that you are completely safe and happy.”

You sobbed even harder at his promise. You struggle to find words to reply to him. Please help me get out of this hell, please save me from this, please liberate me from everything.

“Please… Help me, Stephen…” You sobbed, breathless from all your crying.

“I am on my way, sweetheart,” You hear him pause for a moment, “Stay put, I will head over to pick you up now.” He says as you gape at his words, sniffling one last time in bewilderment. You hear him enter a car, and before you could even begin to rebut, he cut you off.

“I will see you soon, darling. Take care.”

Then he hung up.

You stood frozen in complete and utter shock. What… WHAT. You begin panicking, what the hell were you supposed to do now?! He’s coming, like, right now, right now! At that moment, you hear your phone chime. You unlock and check the message he sent.

Stephen Arthur:

There is one thing I forgot to mention. When we meet face to face, you will no doubt be startled and confused. The reasoning behind my actions and intentions will be explained, you have my absolute word on that.

You raised a brow. What does that even mean? Did he have some facial deformities or, physical deformities? You’re not one to judge, you hope he knows that, or if he doesn’t you will get him to see that. You slowly got up from your bed and limped your way to your wardrobe. There is no way you’re letting him see you in your pajamas.

After you were done wiggling -gently- into your sweatpants, you threw on an oversized sweater, deciding that it would suffice for now. You grabbed a backpack and shoved some clothes, important items and other necessities inside. You slung the backpack over your shoulders and grabbed the tote bag containing your assignments.

But before you could finalize if you had everything, the ping on your phone made you limp back to your bed to check.

“I have arrived sweetheart. Let me know when you’re about to exit your home, I will aid you down.”

What?! That was quick! You dare not question his driving methods, nor the speed he was driving at. Quickly shoving the rest of the documents into the already full tote bag, you gave Stephen a quick text saying that you were ready to leave your apartment and your unit number.

Settling down on the front step of the dented door, you hastily put on your socks and shoes. Were you nervous? Absolutely. Do you feel nauseated at the thought of meeting someone for the first time? Without a doubt. Were you biting your already bleeding lip? Yep, quit biting your lip, you’re going to look even horrible. You gulped, fiddling with the sleeves. What will he think of you? You definitely look way different from that profile picture. I mean, you were wearing make-up in that photo, courtesy of Ruby. If he sees you with a naked face and a bruised body, will he change his mind? Will he just leave? You hoped not because if he did any of those, you were certain that you wouldn’t die by the hands of your psychotic ex, but by your own ones. A notification from your phone stiffed you up, you hesitantly opened it.

“I am outside.”

Oh god, there it is. He was just right behind this flimsy door. He is actually here. You stayed sat, panic-stricken with thousands of scenarios playing in your head, anxiety chewing on your gut like always. You tried calming yourself down by taking deep breaths.

Until you heard a sudden knock on the door.

“Sweetheart, are you alright in there?”

“Y-yep! J-just give me a moment!”

Lord, his voice sounded so much better in real life. Taking a final deep breath in and out, you slowly stood up, cursing yourself for not sitting near a wall as you had nothing to support yourself with as you winced and groaned at the sharp sting of the injury. With a shaky step forward, you unlatched and unlocked the door, pulling it back.

He was right about your reaction being surprised and confused.

You were expecting a tanned, bearded and black-haired male but instead you gape up at a tall, handsome, blonde, sunglasses-wearing man. He was donned in a white, collared, long-sleeved shirt that hugged the delicious curves of his muscles just right. His sleeves were pulled up to his elbows, revealing his well-toned arms, a single prominent vein lining the length of it. On his wrist rested a black, leather watch. His shirt was neatly tucked into a well-ironed dress pants, held up by an equally black, leather belt. Covering both his feet was an elegant pair of black oxfords, gleaming under the light of the corridor.

You turned your head to look around, seeing if there was anyone else as he stared at you, completely silent. You finally rested your gaze on his glasses.

“Stephen…?”

His reaction was not what you expected. Instead of nodding or answering you immediately, his mouth parted slightly in what you think was shock. He glanced away for a moment, then cleared his throat, looking back at you.

“Yes, that would be me.”

He gave you a curt smile, and you feel your face heating up. He reached a hand out, trying to take your bag, “Come, let me help you with that.” You pushed his hand away politely, saying that you were able to carry it, but his grip said otherwise. “I insist, sweetheart.” He yanked your bag, keeping a firm grip on your shoulder to steady you. You kept your mouth shut and complied, handing your bags to him.

He seemed pleased with your actions as you saw him smirk, slinging one side of your backpack on his other shoulder. You held out an arm for you, “Shall we?” You nod. With one hand clutched onto the straps of your tote bag, you looped your hand under his awaiting one. You feel him support your weight as you limped, glancing at him only to see that he was already keeping his eyes on you. You looked away instantly with a red face, hearing him chuckle softly.

Suddenly, he stopped, tugging you gently against his arm. You tilted your head up at him, “Is something wrong?” He contemplated about something for a moment, “Yes, I do believe there is.” He lets go of your arm. You stiffened, thinking that you perhaps messed up, you opened your mouth ready to apologize, until you heard him clear his throat. “Pardon me, sweetheart.”

Without warning he looped his arm behind your knees and in one smooth motion, carried you up from the floor, bridal-style. You yelp in surprise, clinging on to his neck. “W-wha…?!” He only gave you a small smile, “There, much better. Now we’ll be able to reach the car in no time.”

Your jaws were still open, dumbfounded by his sudden actions. As you feel him lean down slightly to push the button of the lift, you clutched tighter onto his shoulder, afraid to fall. In doing so, you took a deep breath in, taking a whiff of his very robust, aromatic cologne. God, he smelled so good… Wait what?! You only just met him! Calm yourself down, (Y/N)! You buried your head into his shoulder in fear that he would be able to see your red-hot face. You were almost sure at this point you had steam coming out of your ears.

Fortunately, he took the gesture as your fear of falling shifted you closer to him, “Worry not sweetheart, I will never drop you.” At the feeling of his well-toned chest being just a thin fabric away from your arm, you buried your head deeper into his shoulder. You wanted to die, this is so embarrassing…

You feel him suck a breath, about to say something but the chime of the elevator cuts him off. He walks into it, his grip on your knees never faltering. You did your best to not move too much, trying to make his job easier, but your arms were starting to hurt from this position. Sensing your discomfort, he craned his neck to look at you, “You can relax, I am not going to bite you.” You feel goosebumps tingle your spine as he whispers right next to your ear.

You let your arms down to rest against your hip, “S-sorry if I’m heavy or anything… You can put me down if your arms are getting tired…” You say, even though you have never felt his clutch loosen even for a moment. He chuckles, the sound makes something inside your stomach twist pleasantly, “Not at all, sweetheart. In fact, you are quite light for your age. Have you been eating your meals properly?”

Your brows creased together in hesitation. “M-maybe? I mean if you count eating instant noodles and frozen pizzas a-” He huffed, frowning at you. “Is that what you have been living off of? Cheap food?” You frowned feeling the slight sizzle of anger, “I don’t really have a choice alright? I’m not you, I’m not rich, I don’t get to feast on some grand meal or even eat 3 proper meals a day. Unlike you, I can’t throw my money around unnecessarily.” You tensed, realized what you had just said.

“I-I’m sorry- I didn’t mean-” He kept silent as the elevator door opened. Fear gripped onto your heart, oh god he was so going to drop you and leave you for the dead. You messed up- Stupid, stupid! Why do you always mess things up? This is why you don’t deserve nice th-

“Welcome back, sir.” Your head turned to look at a man you assume was the chauffeur. He opens the door and takes the bag off of Stephen’s broad shoulder, excusing himself. The man still hadn’t said a word, as he leaned downwards, depositing you into the plush, leather seats. You continued to stare up at him, with slightly watery eyes.

He then entered the car, shutting the door as you both sat in silence. You focused on your fingers, fiddling nervously with them. You just pissed off a stranger who volunteered to save your life for god's sake! No doubt he is pissed, you would be, too.

You opened your mouth ready to apologize, but surprisingly, he did, first.

“I am truly sorry. I hadn’t mean to offend you on your eating habits.” He turned to finally look at your through his shades. You shook your head, “No, no! I should be the sorry one…! You’re being kind enough to offer me shelter and safety and I’m being ungrateful to you, I-I am so sorry!” You bow your head down to him as best as you can.

Then you feel yourself suddenly pressed against his chest, the musky fragrance of his cologne delightfully attacks your sense of smell. You closed your eyes, taking a moment to respire through your tears. “I was only worried for your health. I know how damaging it can be to skip or miss a meal.” You hear him breathe softly, cradling the back of your head with equal amounts of tenderness.

“I-I’m sorry… As you know, it has been a pretty long day for me. But it’s no excuse to vent my frustration out on you. You’ve already shouldered enough of me pouring out my turmoil of emotions from earlier…” You sobbed into his shoulder, guilt gnawing in your mind endlessly.

“Think nothing of it. I am here for you now, and whenever you need me. I want to know everything about you, your feelings, your life,” He pulls away, hand resting fondly on your cheek, “And now that I am here, you will never go hungry again, not on my watch.” He raised his hands slowly, wiping the tears from your eyes, as you smiled and redden at his words.

“I really, really am grateful for it, Stephen.” You thank him wholeheartedly. He lets go of you, resting a hand over yours on the seat. It was the gentle halt of the car that made you realize that the car had been moving this whole time. “You must be tired, my dear. How does a quick nap sound? I will wake you when we arrive.” You pondered for a moment, before nodding, feeling the exhaustion finally crash down. With a yawn you leaned back onto the seat.

Before losing consciousness, you remember thinking about what was the reason he had used a picture of someone else instead of himself on the app. He looked plenty handsome and you were more than sure that if he had put his own picture, he’d have more than a handful of girls drooling over him. You shake off the unpleasant feeling that lingered at that thought, what was that? Going back to the topic, you thought maybe he was self-conscious about his looks, that could also be the reason why he’s wearing the shades.

You should question him later, was your final thought as you dozed off.

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In Your Dreams

Chapter Five: The Sun Won’t Resign Until You’re By My Side

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I feel you crawling out my veins, leaving the walls inside with flames; burning the emptiness I’ve saved, until only you remain. But then my lungs collapsed, and you pulled me out; forever, I have changed. Honey, you can take me now, till it all runs out. Baby, it��s okay.- Cartel, Only You

Tim had been very clear that he wasn’t gonna last much longer. So when she hadn’t heard from him for a day and a half, she knew it meant he was gone.

She lay on her bed, staring at the ceiling and pondering the ache in her chest.

It felt like there was a black hole consuming her from the inside out, beginning where her heart had been.

Lea had never known anyone who’d died before. Did it always hurt so much?

She’d never get to kiss him again. He’d never smile at her again, hold her again. She’d never hear him say her name again. He was gone. Gone.

After awhile of considering this, it occurred to her that she’d been in love with him.

Too fuckin’ bad he was dead. She was too much of a coward to realize she loved him when he was alive. She never would’ve acted on her stupid feelings, anyway. Too much of a coward for that, too.

A knock at her door startled her, making her jolt upright. She trudged over to the entryway, her feet dragging over the laminate floors. When she opened the door, a woman stood there. She’d met her before, when Tim had taken her to have dinner with his parents.

“Nicole?” Lea asked, surprised.

The woman’s eyes were rimmed in red. She’d been crying.

“He told you?” Nicole asked without preamble.

Lea blinked. “I… I know what he is.”

“And that you’re his mate?” the other woman persisted.

Lea nodded silently, looking down at her feet. “Is he still…?”

“Barely. He doesn’t have long now. He’ll be gone within the next few hours, if that.”

Tears filled Lea’s eyes for the bazillionth time that day. “Is he in pain?”

“He’s unconscious. They always are at the end.”

She took a deep, shuddering breath before lifting her gaze again. “Why are you here, Nicole?”

“To ask you for your help. If you’ll reconsider your refusal.” Lea looked away again, and so Nicole pressed on. “He told me why. He said he’d rather die than force you or guilt trip you. He loves you too much to ask, but I love him too much not to ask. Come see him. Please. If you look at him and still refuse, I’ll understand that. The situation you’re in is no more your fault than it was mine when Marc told me. But please. Come see him.”

She couldn’t refuse, she realized. She knew now that she was in love with him. Did she love him enough to put herself at risk? To save his life? Yeah. Yeah, she did.

Maybe… maybe if he got it out of his system once—just the once—, then she wouldn’t need to do it again. Maybe he’d be alright.

Lea finally nodded at the other woman. “Alright. Give me a minute.”

With that, she went to collect her purse and phone. Even on the off chance she’d stay with Tim for any length of time, he had plenty of her stuff.

“Where is he?” she asked Nicole.

“He wanted to be in his own bed when he went,” Nicole said softly, looking away.

Lea nodded again.

Tim’s penthouse apartment was just as pristine as his housekeeping staff always kept it. The three floor residence was huge, covering well over thirteen hundred square feet, but Tim’s bedroom was easy to get to, even if she didn’t know her way around (which she did). Directly to the right of the entry hallway was a set of stairs. She went up, Nicole following close behind, walked past the second floor living room (he had three living rooms; one on each floor) and into his bedroom.

It was a very long room with floor-to-ceiling windows—many of which were doors to a balcony spanning the length of the second floor—covering one side. Past the sitting area, his desk and bookshelf, his dad and sister were seated beside his bed. They were both teary-eyed and exhausted-looking.

When Lea got close enough to see his face, she felt as if she couldn’t breathe.

He was pale, even more so than he’d been before, and his lips were tinged blue. His chest was barely moving.

“How much longer?” Nicole asked, stepping over to her son’s bedside.

“Not long,” Marc told her in his thick French accent, not taking his eyes off Tim. “Maybe twenty or thirty minutes now.”

“I brought her,” Nicole told her husband softly.

At that, both Pauline and Marc turned towards the corner Lea was standing in.

“Am… am I too late?” she asked shakily.

Pauline stood, immediately rushing over to her and shaking her head. The older girl took Lea’s hands in hers. “No, you’re not. You can still save him. Are you here to save him?” Her voice was so hopeful, so desperate.

Lea nodded. “I don’t want anything to happen to him.” She didn’t want to disclose more than that to people she didn’t know too well, even under the circumstances.

Pauline threw her arms around Lea, sobbing quietly. “Thank you,” she whispered. “Thank you.”

Nicole put a hand on her daughter’s shoulder. “There’s no time for that now, honey.”

Pauline pulled back, nodding.

Lea faced Marc, aware that if anyone knew what was necessary to save Tim at this point—to be honest, she was quite uncomfortable with initiating anything sexual, let alone while he was unconscious—, it would be the twenty thousand year old incubus. “What do I need to do?”

Marc stood from the chair at his son’s bedside and moved towards the door, followed by his wife and daughter. “He will wake up within a few hours of feeling your skin against his. As much of it as possible is best.”

Lea flushed, realizing that Tim was probably naked under the covers and that she would need to join him. She’d known that shared nudity would be a necessity when she’d agreed to, er… save him, but still.

It’s a one-time thing, she reminded herself. Plus you love him and he loves you, so it’ll be okay.

Still, she nodded her understanding.

“Lock the door behind us or Nicole may well barge in to check on him at inopportune times,” he warned.

Lea reddened further—and most definitely not in a good way—at the idea of being caught with Tim, and was sure to lock his bedroom door firmly once his family had left.

She stripped down methodically, letting her clothes fall to the floor in a heap and doing her very best not to think about the fact that she was currently naked in her best friend’s bedroom and about to press her very naked body up against said best friend’s equally naked body for life-saving purposes that required them to be naked. When she climbed into bed with him, pressed herself up against his side, and tentatively draped an arm over his chest, his cold, clammy skin immediately warmed up again and regained its natural color.

Lea wrapped herself around him further, and his breathing evened out. She watched as the blue slowly left his lips. When they were their obnoxiously perfect pink once more, she heaved a sigh of relief and let herself relax.

It took awhile, but eventually, she fell asleep.

She woke several hours later to a murmur of her name.

“Lea?”

She blinked her eyes open, lifting her head so as to look at him.

Tim sighed. “Another hallucination, huh?” His eyes closed again and he mused, “Thought I was done with this shit. Maybe it’s my brain’s last hurrah before it gives up.”

Lea frowned. “I’m, uh. I’m not a hallucination.”

He cracked one eye open at her. “My hallucinations of you always say that.” He closed his eye again with a sigh. “Plus, there’s no way I’d feel like I wasn’t about to die if I was awake, on account of me being about to die and all that.”

“No, really,” she told him. “I’m not a hallucination.”

Tim hummed, considering her words. “You admittedly don’t get into bed with me in my hallucinations, I’ll give you that. You usually tell me you’ll never love me or let me touch you, that you think I’m disgusting and hate me for the fact that my body chose you as my mate.” Another sigh. “Sometimes you show me that you got your Mark surgically removed. Those ones are particularly rough.”

“I could never hate you, Tim,” she said softly.

He was about to speak again, adjusting himself slightly before he did so, and then his eyes shot open and he froze. “Lea, are you… are you naked?”

She flushed, very deliberately looking not at him.

“This… this might actually be real,” he said disbelievingly. “If you’re real—if you’re here—, what’re you doing in my bed? Why’d you come?”

Lea gulped anxiously. “Well, uh.” She attempted to swallow spit that had not yet gathered in her mouth. And then the words came out in a jumbled mess. “Okay, so your mom came to my apartment, right—“

“My mom did what?!” he demanded, but she continued on as if he hadn’t said anything, primarily because her nerves—at being there, at what she was about to confess, at her own emotions and the strength of them, at her nudity and his potential reaction to it, at his nudity, and also the inevitability of them having sex; a number of things, really—prevented her from registering that he’d spoken at all.

“—And I’d been laying in bed for, like, ever, staring at the ceiling and thinking about the fact that you were probably dead, and I realized that I loved you, and then when your mom knocked on my door—“

“Wait,” he cut in. “You… you love me? As more than a friend? Are you in love with me?” he pressed.

She winced. “I’ll, uh… I’ll get to that.” She felt his muscles tense against her. “So… your mom came and asked me to at least see you. She said you didn’t have long left. And knowing you weren’t gone yet, that it wasn’t too late, that I could save you…” She swallowed again, fighting back tears. “I had to save you, y’know? I couldn’t just let you die. I couldn’t do that to you. Even if I didn’t, um… feel the way I do about you, I still couldn’t have just…”

Sobs overtook her then, and he wrapped his arms around her and pressed a kiss to her scalp. “It’s okay, sweetheart. I’m okay.” Another kiss, this one longer, more lingering.

She cried harder. “I’m here. I’m sorry it took me so long, but I’m here now. I’m not going anywhere. I’m sorry I’ve been such a shitty friend, but I—“

“Hey,” he cut in firmly, placing a gentle hand on her cheek and lifting her face to his. “You’re not a shitty friend for not wanting to let me fuck you, okay? There’s nothing wrong with that.” Before she could interrupt him, he went on, “Plus, I don’t want you agreeing to this just ‘cause we’re friends and you want me to not die. If you agree to this, I want it to be because you want it. I want it to be because you want me.” He hesitated. “I want it to be because you love me, and not just as a friend.”

Lea looked down, fairly certain that her face—and probably her neck, chest, and shoulders, too, if she were honest—were all approximately the same shade of red as her hair. “I do love you,” she told him quietly. “So much that it scares me.”

She heard him inhale slowly, then exhale.

“Are you here to accept me, then?”

“I’m here to do whatever I need to do to save you,” she mumbled, still not looking at him. “You need to sleep with me to live.” The reminder was extremely uncomfortable for her to think, let alone say, but it had to be said. “If that’s what you need to live, well. There are worse ways to lose my virginity than sleeping with the guy I’m in love with.”

“I don’t want you wanting to keep me alive to be the only reason you accept me, Lea,” he reminded her firmly. “Do you want to keep me alive or do you want me?”

“I wanna keep you alive,” she admitted quietly, “but I want you, too.”

“You’re certain?” Tim clarified, lifting her face up to his again. “You’re sure you want this?”

She couldn’t help but watch his lips as he spoke. Fuck he was pretty. “Yes.”

“Tell me you love me, then,” he pleaded, his eyes searching hers. “And don’t look away from me this time.”

She thought her heart would beat directly out of her chest, but still, she managed, “I love you, Tim.”

A small, hesitant little smile graced his lips, and he stroked her cheek with his thumb. “I love you, too.”

Her heart beat even faster, if that were possible.

“This is the first time you’ve been naked with me in reality, y’know,” he murmured, brushing her hair from her face.

Lea frowned. “What do you mean?”

He stared at her for a moment. “Your dreams, remember?”

Her eyes widened in shock. “My what?” she squeaked, memories of riding him flooding her. “Fuck, I forgot all about those—“ She buried her face in his neck in humiliation.

Tim chuckled softly. “Don’t be embarrassed, baby.” He wrapped his arms around her again, holding her close.

“How can I not?!” she whined miserably. “I can’t believe I— and then I— ugh!”

Laughing outright then, he nestled his face into her hair. “Being an incubus means I can enter other people’s dreams, put certain images and scenarios they desire in their minds. It’s really not that big of a deal.”

“And you, uh…” She gulped, hoping for one answer but fully expecting another. “How much do you remember of my dreams?”

“They’re like regular memories to me.”

She groaned. “You can go ahead and throw me off the balcony now, thanks.”

He laughed again. “Why?”

“‘Cause you saw me… y’know…” She couldn’t finish her statement.

“Bouncing on my cock and begging me for more?” he teased gently, his voice a soft murmur against her scalp.

Lea whined again. “Don’t say things like that.”

“Why not?” he wanted to know. “It’s what you did.”

“It’s embarrassing,” she insisted.

At the exact same moment, however, he declared, “It’s sexy.”

The second his words registered in her brain, she squeaked again. “You can’t say stuff like that—“

“Why not?” he repeated.

“It’s embarrassing!”

“Lea, sweetheart,” he began with great patience, “you’re my mate. I’m going to claim you the second you allow me to. I want you to beg for my dick. I want you to moan my name. I want you to be desperate from wanting me so bad.”

She whined miserably, reiterating, “It’s embarrassing,” yet again.

“I am very much looking forward to the process of getting you used to it.”

“Not sure I’ll ever be used to it enough to say things like that out loud,” she admitted.

He hummed, considering. “I’m not gonna have enough strength to fuck you right away, you realize,” Tim pointed out. “I’ll need an orgasm before I’ll be able to manage it.”

She pulled back, her blush intensifying. “I, uh…” She gulped. “You were my first kiss, so… I’ve never made a guy… do that… before…”

He frowned. “I don’t mean I need you to give me an orgasm. I mean I need to feed off an orgasm from you.”

Her mouth fell open. “Oh.”

“Mhm,” he nodded. “‘Oh’ indeed.”

It’s to save him, Lea reminded herself firmly.

“What… what do I need to do?” she breathed.

“Well,” he paused, “you could make yourself cum.” She squeaked at this prospect. “Or I could use my fingers.” Another pause. “Or shit, you could sit on my face if you wanted to. That sounds awesome, actually—“

“That last one is definitely a bit much for me,” she managed.

Tim did a very good job of not looking disappointed, but she could see it in his eyes. “Then do you wanna ride my fingers or show me how you touch yourself?”

Lea squirmed anxiously. “Um. If… if you could, like…”

“Yeah?” he prompted.

“I’d like it to stay under the covers, so…”

“Why’s that?” he asked gently, sweetly. “Don’t want me to see you?”

“Sorry,” she told him bashfully.

“I’d never make you do anything,” he assured her. “Not gonna lie and say I haven’t been aching for that sexy little body of yours, though.”

“It’s not really little,” she muttered. That was the very thing she was afraid of, after all. She’d seen pictures of him with girls who were half the dress size she was. What if he didn’t think she was attractive in person, mate or no?

He snorted. “What are you, four feet tall?”

She whipped her head up to glare fiercely at him. “I’m almost 5'1”, I’ll have you know.”

“Yes,” he agreed, “you’re tiny. The point stands.”

“Does not,” she grumbled in annoyance.

“Does too,” he countered. “And anyway, it’s fine if you don’t want me to see you naked, I’ll do my best to avoid that if it’ll make you happy, but you should know that I’ve already seen your body and have subsequently had countless orgasms to the thought of said body.”

She blinked at him in astonishment. “You— you have?”

“Sweetheart,” he said gently, “I’m an incubus and you’re my mate. Everything about you is inherently sexy to me and will inevitably turn me on.”

Lea frowned, finding it incredibly difficult to believe—despite the piles upon piles of evidence—that anyone could find her as attractive as he seemed to; the idea that someone so physically perfect, who was around supermodels all the time, could want her this way… Well. It just seemed far-fetched to her.

“You don’t believe me?” he murmured, gaze fixated on her lips.

She licked them self-consciously, and his eyes followed the movement. “Just a bit hard to grasp, I guess.”

“Want me to show you?”

She furrowed her brow in confusion. “Show me?”

“What you do to me,” Tim clarified, albeit rather unhelpfully.

Brain too muddled to consider how he might go about doing that, she said, “Uh. Sure.”

With a downright astonishing lack of shame or modesty, he flipped the covers off of himself. She almost looked on reflex alone before realizing what was happening and keeping her eyes fixed on his face instead.

He laughed at whatever expression she was wearing. “Go ahead, baby. I want you to see.”

Lea gnawed on her lower lip anxiously before slowly—ever so slowly—lowering her gaze down his lithe form to his…

Well. The piercings from her dreams were not, in fact, made up, it would seem. There were those barbels along the base of his shaft, with another just beneath the head. He was startlingly—terrifyingly, really—large, and very, very hard, his dick jutting out proudly away from his abdomen.

She swallowed, and she honestly wasn’t sure if it was due to nervousness or if her mouth was watering.

“Believe me now?” he eventually asked.

“Y— yeah,” she stuttered, her face flaming. “So, uh. The piercings, they’re, um…”

“They’re real, yeah,” he confirmed. “I can get rid of them if you’d prefer.”

Lea wondered what they would taste like, what they’d feel like against her tongue. “No, that’s okay,” she murmured.

“Alright,” he agreed. She wasn’t looking at his face—how could she look away from his dick when it was, like, out in the open that way, all ginormous and hard and pierced?—but she could hear the grin he was most definitely sporting, the smug bastard. “You know I can sense your arousal, right?”

She bristled. “Shut up.”

He shrugged one deliciously bare shoulder. “Just sayin’.” His gaze traveled the length of her body as if she weren’t covered by the blankets at all. “Now that my desire for your incredibly sexy body is evident, are you comfortable with me seeing you naked or are you still wanting to be covered?”

She flushed—or rather, her existing flush deepened—and lowered her gaze to where her hand lay on his chest. “If… if you want to see me, I’d be okay with it.” When she spoke, her voice was quiet, barely a whisper.

“As a reminder,” Tim began gently, “I’ve already seen you, sweetheart. Your body in your dreams, I saw it. The subconscious mind is accurate in its portrayal of the individual in the dreams I plant. I know what you look like already, is my point.”

“Okay,” she told him hesitantly, nodding her assent.

“Here,” he murmured, lifting the hem of the covers and sliding them away from her body. “Let me see you, darling.”

Once her body was revealed to him, he stared at her for so long she was afraid that he’d been wrong and he really did find her repulsive. Finally, however, he croaked, “Fuck, you’re sexy.”

Her flush deepening impossibly further, she fidgeted, rubbing her feet together anxiously.

“Can I…” He gulped. “Can I touch you? And kiss you?” His eyes raked over her bare form. “Fucking hell, please let me kiss you.”

Lea nodded, and then they were kissing, tenderly at first, and then desperately, like he wanted to breathe her in. His hand was cupping her face, sliding into her hair so as to hold her against him, and she instinctively pressed closer to him, her breasts against his side. Feeling her bare body against his in such a way, knowing what they were about to do, what she was going to have with him— it made her nervous, but for once, it wasn’t a bad sort of nervous, maybe her arousal had burned all of that away; it was an excited kind of nervousness, like he’d set fire to her skin when he wrapped his arm around her waist to bring her closer to him.

Trailing hot, open-mouthed kisses down her neck, Tim squeezed her hip possessively, his fingers flexing and digging into her skin. “Fuck, I love you. Can I touch you?” he rasped. “Please, Lea. Please let me touch you, make you cum.”

Trying to think clearly enough to formulate words felt like trying to wade through molasses, but she found enough scraps of sentience to say, “You can do anything you want to me as long as you keep telling me you love me like that.”

She felt his smile against her skin. “I love you, I love you, I love you. Fuckin’ love you, sweetheart.”

It was almost startling, how much she wanted this. How much she wanted his hands on her. Hesitantly, she put her palm on his cheek, guiding his lips back to hers.

In response to her initiative, he made a noise somewhere deep in his throat, slipping his tongue into her mouth and moving his hand from her hair to brush against the side of her breast. When she arched into the touch, light as it was, he grasped her breast outright, squeezing gently.

Lea panted into his mouth, whimpering desperately and wanting him closer, impossibly closer. Being pressed flush up against him wasn’t enough; she wanted to melt into him until they couldn’t be sure where one of them ended and the other began.

When his thumb brushed her nipple, she whimpered again, tilting her head and returning his kiss hungrily. He pinched her nipple then, and she moaned outright at that. She hadn’t been aware she was capable of being so turned on; it felt like her desire for him was burning her alive from the inside out.

“Wanna make you cum,” Tim muttered against her lips. “Wanna make you scream for me.”

“Yes,” she panted out, her breath coming in short little gasps.

He hummed into her mouth, taking her lower lip between his teeth gently and trailing his hand from her breast down the front of her body.

“Spread your legs for me, pretty girl,” he murmured. “Gonna make you feel so good.”

Her nerves were basically nonexistent by that point, so she didn’t hesitate in parting her thighs for him. His hand cupped her, stroking her with long, slender fingers, and she gasped sharply.

“I knew you were wet for me, but feeling it is something else entirely,” he groaned, trailing kisses down her throat to the tops of her breasts and brushing his fingertips over her folds. “You make the sweetest little noises. What noises will you make when you cum, baby? Hm?”

Tim’s lips moved up her neck again, sucking a bruise into the sensitive skin there and effectively short circuiting her brain. She clutched the hair at the base of his neck in her fist, tightening her grip when he touched his index finger to her clit, just barely, hardly a touch at all, but the light contact made her jolt nonetheless.

Chuckling softly at how sensitive she was, he rubbed slow circles around her clit, and all she could do was kiss him harder.

“Yeah?” he breathed, inhaling her desperate whimpers. “That feel good, sweetheart?” Lea could hardly register that she’d been spoken to, let alone respond to him, and he chuckled again when all she could manage was a moan. “C’mon, baby,” he encouraged softly. “Tell me how it feels.”

“G— good,” she forced out, rocking against his hand as he slid a finger down to her entrance, teasing her and thumbing her clit.

“Gonna take such good care of you,” he promised, dipping a finger inside her briefly and pressing a bit harder on her clit. “Gonna worship you till the end of time, baby, I swear.”

“Tim,” she gasped, and he circled her clit faster. He seemed to know just what her body wanted, just what she needed, even before she knew it herself.

“Tell me you love me,” he practically begged. “Wanna hear you say it.”

“I love you,” she moaned, and he rewarded her by sliding a finger inside her and hastening the movements of his thumb over her clit.

“Good girl,” Tim growled in her ear. His words—or maybe it was his voice, she wasn’t entirely sure one way or the other—sent a fissure of heat up her spine, and when he began to thrust his finger in and out of her, she bucked her hips on instinct. “There you go,” he encouraged. “Wanna watch you fall apart. Wanna feel you cum around my fingers, then around my cock.” She whimpered at that, and he kissed her neck, where he’d left the bruise before.

“Kiss me,” she begged abruptly, suddenly overtaken by a desperate need to have his lips on hers again. He didn’t hesitate, slanting his mouth over hers and rubbing her clit faster with his thumb, sliding another finger in with the first. He sucked her tongue, and she moaned, rolling her hips in time with every thrust of his fingers inside her.

He hadn’t even been touching her for that long, and Lea was already getting close. She’d be embarrassed if it didn’t feel so goddamn good that her brain had essentially turned to mush.

“Fuck,” he groaned into her mouth. “I can feel you ‘bout to cum. You gonna, baby? You gonna cum on my fingers?”

“Mhm,” she whined, her voice high-pitched and breathless. “I— I’m gonna—“

“Yeah,” he encouraged, “that’s it. Look at me, sweetheart. Lemme see your eyes when you cum for me.”

Lea hadn’t even realized her eyes had been closed to begin with; all sensation that didn’t involve his hands and fingers had been entirely forgotten. Still, she forced her eyes open, leaning into his palm when he cupped her cheek with the hand that wasn’t occupied between her legs.

It took her a second to register what she was seeing, which was… weird, to say the least. For one, his eyes were glowing. For two, they were bright red.

Strangely enough, however, this didn’t turn her off, or even startle her away from her building orgasm. On the contrary, it only served to arouse her further, though she couldn’t fathom why.

“So perfect for me,” he murmured, rubbing her clit in swift, firm circles as he thrust his fingers inside her, curling them each time. “Cum for me, baby. Give it to me. C’mon.”

Her moans escalated in volume and frequency, as if she’d lost control of her vocal chords, her entire body thrumming with the need for release, and then—

And then she burst, clutching at him tightly, digging her fingers into his shoulders. She came down slowly, blood pounding in her clit so hard that it resonated throughout her entire body.

He collected her into his arms, spent and panting, and held her close. She buried her face in his neck, breathing in his scent. He was pressing gentle kisses to her hair, murmuring softly to her, but the blood rushing in her ears drowned out his words.

After a couple minutes of him holding her and stroking her back, she managed to find the wherewithal to mumble, “Your eyes turned red.”

He was silent for a moment. “Yes.”

“That an incubus thing?” she guessed.

She felt him nod. “Yeah. Happens when I, y’know. Feed.” She hummed, and when she didn’t say anything further, he asked, “Does it, uh… Does it bother you?”

“Nah,” she sighed contentedly, her inhibitions so lowered they basically didn’t exist anymore. “It was pretty hot, to be honest.”

Tim sputtered out a quiet laugh. “Hot? Really?”

“Mhm,” she confirmed, nuzzling him affectionately. “All demon-y and sexy.”

“Thank fuck for that,” he muttered. “Don’t wanna have to close my eyes every time I fuck you or give you an orgasm.”

“No, don’t do that,” Lea giggled. “I love the way you look at me.”

“I love you,” he countered.

She lifted herself away from his neck and was momentarily distracted by the green that had returned to his eyes before she leaned in to kiss him. “I love you, too.”

At her declaration, the arm he had wrapped around her waist tightened. Her skin was still kinda tingly from the orgasm he’d pulled from her, so when he kissed her again, it made her want more of his touch.

His fingers had felt so good—incredible, really—and she wanted to know what his cock would feel like. What would those barbels feel like? What sounds would he make? Would he talk to her, the way he’d done as he pleasured her?

He groaned into her mouth. “Fuck, baby, already? You already wanna cum again?”

“N— not exactly,” she breathed before quickly amending with, “Not that I’d say no, but, um…” Lea gulped anxiously. “Don’t you need to… y’know…?”

He cupped her cheek, his grin sharp and maybe a little bit predatory, which shouldn’t have turned her on, but apparently she was fucked in the head, so it did turn her on.

“Are you asking me to claim you?” His voice was soft and sweet, so at odds with the dangerous-looking gleam in his eyes, and her stomach fluttered with want.

“Claim me how?” she breathed, the words barely more than an exhalation.

She licked her lips, and he stared at them before saying, “By fucking you, Lea,” in that gentle voice that sent shivers down her spine and set fire to her blood. “Tell me if you want it, sweetheart. I wanna hear you say it.”

Blushing to the roots of her hair, Lea managed to squeak out, “I— I want…” The rest of the statement failed her. She wasn’t even sure how to phrase it.

“If you want me to fuck you,” he murmured, his lips brushing hers as he spoke, “say the words.” She could only stare at him with wide eyes, so he continued, “Say, ‘I want you to fuck me, Timothée.’”

“I want you to…” She took a deep, shuddering breath. “Iwantyoutofuckme.”

The words had spilled from her mouth in a jumbled mess, so he said, “Clearer, darling. Can’t understand you when you talk that fast.”

Lea glared at him. She knew damn well he could understand her just fuckin’ fine, thank you very much. He was a certifiable expert in deciphering her anxiety-speak. But she wanted this so bad, and she loved him so much, and she desperately wanted to please him, so…

Mustering up courage she absolutely did not feel, she exhaled slowly and said, “I want you to fuck me, Timothée.”

He smirked, and it somehow reminded her of both a knife and the Cheshire Cat, and then he was kissing her again.

She melted into him without thinking about it, kissing him back hungrily. He sat up, pulling her with him and into his lap.

“Tim,” she gasped out as he mouthed at her neck, “is— is this—“ As it turned out, it was very difficult to think or speak when he was in the process of giving her a hickey, so naturally, she cut herself off.

Tim, however, seemed to have a significantly clearer head. “What is it?”

Her mind felt unstable and wobbly, like jello during an earthquake, so it took her a second to remember what she’d wanted to ask him. “Is this, y’know. A meal to you?” He pulled back, looking somewhat offended, so she hastily added, “I— I know that you love me, I just… Would you still want this with me even if I wasn’t your mate, if you weren’t gonna die without it?”

He stared at her incredulously. “Lea, there is absolutely no scenario, situation, or universe in which I would not fall in love with you. Therefore, there is also no scenario, situation, or universe in which I would not want to fuck you senseless.”

Lea wasn’t entirely sure what to say to that, so she pressed her lips to his instead. As they kissed, he reached down between them to position himself at her entrance, and she gasped at the sensation. She could feel the cool metal of the uppermost barbel against her skin, and she was so entranced by it that she hardly noticed when he moved both hands to her hips.

“I love you,” he breathed into her mouth.

“I… I love you, too,” she gasped out, her brain muddled by the way his tip brushed against her drenched folds.

He tightened his hold on her hips, brushing his lips over hers again with a murmur of, “Sink down onto me, baby. Nice and slow, okay?”

“Y— yeah,” she managed to stutter out. Slowly, ever so slowly, she lowered herself onto his length. She winced, clenching her eyes shut. He was huge, and she wasn’t sure if this was gonna work.

“You’re okay,” Tim praised gently. “You’re doing so well, sweetheart. You’ll get used to it, I promise. Just be patient.”

She was skeptical of this, but still, she trusted him—more than that, she loved him; adored him, really—, so she gave herself time to adjust before sinking a tiny bit further into him. He murmured soft encouragements into her hair; telling her how perfect she was, how much he loved her, how beautiful she was.

It took awhile, but eventually, she was seated fully in his lap, her arms draped over his shoulders and her face buried in his neck as she panted with exertion.

“This is not the way it was in my dreams,” she complained against his skin.

“No,” he agreed, running a gentle hand up and down her back as he brushed a kiss to her temple, “it’s better, ‘cause this is real.”

Smiling despite herself, she murmured, “Yeah.”

“How do you feel?” he asked her softly.

Lea considered this for a long moment. “I feel… full.” She paused, adjusting herself slightly. “And I can’t feel your, uh… your piercings as much as I thought I would.” She adjusted herself again, and he groaned softly.

“Until you’re ready for me to move, can you please stay still?” he practically begged.

She blinked in surprise. “Oh, uh. Yeah, sure.”

After a couple minutes of Tim holding her, he finally asked, “How you feelin’, baby? Does it hurt?”

“I don’t think so,” she said softly, pushing away from his neck to readjust and see how it felt. She flushed when she saw the red in his eyes and realized he was feeding on her again—why was that so sexy? Why was she into that? What was wrong with her?—before shifting her pelvis slightly. A quiet gasp escaped her, and she caught the smirk he tried to hide.

“I’ll take that as a no,” he drawled.

“Shut up,” she muttered, her face flaming in embarrassment.

“Don’t think I will, no.” The stupid prick was still smirking at her, and she tried to glare at him, but he was too goddamn sexy with his hair falling over his eyes like that, and having him inside her was really starting to feel good. One of his hands traveled up her body to cup her breast, squeezing and kneading it, tugging gently on her nipple. When she gasped again, his grin sharpened like the blade of a knife. “Fuck, you’re so sexy. Lemme show you how to move, okay?”

He pulled his hand from her nipple, and the tug made her whimper, but then both of his hands were on her hips again, and he encouraged her to move back and forth, rocking against him.

“There you go,” Tim encouraged lowly, his gaze locked onto where they were joined. “Go slow till you get used to it, sweetheart. You’re doing so good for me.” He reached for her hands, lifting them up to drape them over his shoulders again. “Roll your hips, baby.”

She did so, moaning at the way he filled her. “Like this?” Her voice was so breathless and high-pitched that she barely recognized it as her own, but he seemed to like it, judging by the way his eyes—still red, still sexier than they should be—flashed up to hers and his hands tightened on her hips.

“Yeah,” he rasped. “Do whatever feels good. I wanna make you feel good.”

She leaned forward and kissed him, murmuring, “You feel good,” against his lips.

“Yeah?” She felt him grinning, even as he kissed her. “Can you go a little faster? See how you like it?”

She rocked her hips a bit faster, fisting a hand in his hair and sucking his tongue into her mouth in a way that she’d learned he liked.

After a few seconds of desperate, hungry kissing, he moved his mouth down her neck and murmured, “Gonna try something, okay?”

“Uh huh,” Lea gasped out mindlessly, unable to think of anything but the way he felt inside her.

He reached around her, gripping her ass firmly, and lifted her partially off of him. She squeaked in surprise, not at all expecting him to be that strong—it was an incubus thing, wasn’t it? It was totally an incubus thing, and she really shouldn’t find that as attractive as she apparently did—, but her squeak turned into a loud moan when he dropped her back down on him, the force of her own weight making her slam down onto his cock. Before he could pick her up again, however, she lifted herself off of him and slammed back down. Throwing her head back, she moaned again, gripping his shoulders for leverage.

“Yeah, baby,” he encouraged, his voice strained and hoarse. “Bounce on my cock. Fuck yourself on it.”

“Tim,” she whined desperately. “Oh god, Tim—“

“I know,” he gasped. “Fuck, I know.”

She’d had no idea sex could feel so good. She never wanted it to end, she wanted this forever—

“You’ll have it forever, Lea,” he pointed out, and she realized she’d actually voiced her thoughts aloud, but she couldn’t find it in herself to feel embarrassed about it. How could she when he was making her feel so incredible? “You can have this any time you want. Gonna spend the rest of existence fucking you, sweetheart. Making you cum.”

She couldn’t recall why that was a bad idea at that exact moment; all she could do was bounce on him over and over, all she could think was, yesyesyesyesyesyesyesyesyes—

“Your pussy’s a fuckin’ dream, babydoll,” he was babbling. “Can’t believe you’re mine, that I get to have this, that I get to have you, fuck—“

She moaned again, bouncing on him as hard and fast as she could. Her thighs were burning, but she hardly even noticed.

He squeezed one of her breasts roughly, and she wondered if his touch would bruise her— actually, she kinda hoped it would. She wanted him to bruise her everywhere.

“Tell me you like it,” he demanded. “Tell me you want more.”

“I like it, I like it,” she chanted, fucking herself on him, chasing that delicious sensation of fullness. “More, more, I want more, fuck, it’s so good, Tim—“

Something about the way she’d whined his name seemed to flip a switch in him, and he shoved her down abruptly onto the mattress. There was something feral in his eyes, and it wasn’t just the fact that they were glowing red— it was something else entirely, something neither of them could name, and whatever it was made him fuck into her so roughly it started to scoot her across the bed, but he pinned her wrists down to keep her there.

Lea spread her legs wider, wanting to take him deeper into her, as deep as he could go, she wanted—

She wanted—

Fuck it all, she wanted him to get her pregnant. She wanted it so desperately she was fairly certain she’d die if he didn’t. His eyes—still glowing red, fuck but it was sexy—watched her intently, and she could’ve sworn he knew somehow, knew she what she was wanting, what she was needing, what she’d always been needing.

“T— Tim,” she whimpered. “I— I love you, I—“

“Love you, too,” he groaned, leaning down to kiss her. It was all teeth and tongue and hunger, and when he released one of her wrists, she immediately grasped his hair, tangling the curls between her fingers. “Touch yourself,” he demanded sharply, his voice serrated and edged, sharp and dangerous in a way that made her tingle down to her very toes.

His free hand grasped her breast, and he pulled away from her lips, only to fasten them firmly to her nipple. She moaned, arching up into his mouth and rolling her hips to meet his thrusts.

It took a few seconds for his command to register with her addled brain, but once it did, her hand shot down to where they were joined, and she barely had to rub her clit at all to stimulate it, what with the force he was thrusting into her with jolting her body so quickly and roughly, so she just let her fingers rest there, and that, combined with the sharp movements of him driving into her and the way he was sucking her nipple, had her hurtling towards the edge at a rate that would’ve been incredibly embarrassing if all sense hadn’t been so thoroughly fucked out of her by that point.

He knew Lea was about to cum, it seemed like, and she could’ve sworn his eyes burned an even brighter red than before when he growled, “Cum. Cum. Now.”

It was as if she had no control over her body whatsoever, as if she were a puppet attached to strings he alone held sway over, because no sooner had he given the command did her orgasm rip through her like a tsunami of pleasure so intense she wasn’t entirely sure it wouldn’t drown her.

Before her orgasm had finished, he kissed her, fucking her harder so as to prolong her release, and she knew, somehow, that the way he was kissing her—possessive, desperate, starving—meant more than she understood in the moment, but all she wanted was to kiss him back with the same amount of fervor he had for her. He groaned into her mouth then, the sound coming from his throat, and then his thrusts slowed before ceasing entirely, and he collapsed atop her.

“Well,” he panted out, “that was awesome.”

“Uh huh,” Lea said, her mind feeling as if it had been filled with cotton.

He lifted his head to grin down at her, and then declared, “Let’s do it again.”

Eyes widening in shock, she shook her head. “I’m gonna need, like… a decade before I can do that again, Tim.” For god’s sake, couldn’t guys not go again after they’d orgasmed? “Aren’t you, like, full or something?”

He frowned for a second before laughing, leaning down to kiss her nose. “It’s not like regular hunger. I can’t overindulge.” He sighed, lifting himself off of her and pulling out in the process, “But I’m sure it’s tiring for you. I don’t usually…” He scratched the back of his neck awkwardly.

Lea blinked up at him, propping herself up on her elbows to examine his bashful expression. “You don’t usually… what?”

“I don’t usually stick around after I’ve finished,” he admitted.

“Haven’t you, like. Dated before?” she asked, frowning.

“I have,” Tim confirmed, looking down at his hands. “But not humans.”

Lea’s frown deepened. “You’ve never dated a human?”

“I’ve dated humans.” He glanced up at her briefly before returning his gaze to his hands. “Just… not in a very long time.”

“Oh.”

Ah. Well. There was that jealous feeling again. Of both his human exes and his Otherworlder exes. Lovely. What did it even matter? This was supposed to be a one time thing anyway! Just to save him, right?

…Right?

“Lea,” he sighed, reaching out to take her hand in his. She didn’t look at him, though. “There’s no one for me but you now, okay?”

“Okay,” she grumbled.

“Hey.” His voice was firm now, and he gripped her chin and lifted her face to his. “I can’t feed off anyone but you, and I’m not interested in regular sex with anyone who isn’t you because I love you. You’re it.” His eyes searched hers. “Okay?”

Fucking hell, but when he looked at her like that, with those stupidly perfect eyes, she forgot about everything else. “Okay.”

“Good.”

With that, he cleaned her up and pulled her back underneath the covers. He pressed a kiss to her forehead with a murmur of, “I love you.”

Lea’s eyes closed, and as exhaustion overtook her, she smiled and said, “I love you, too.”

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Happy white day!

Here’s the first chapter of If There Was A Hole. I never came up with a better title for this, hahaha.

Anyway, the first chapter is below. Hope you enjoy the little preview. I’ll put it all up in one go to AO3 when I finish writing it. Thanks for finding your way here and happy White Day!

Summary:

You're a Demon Slayer who got poisoned and you end up in Rengoku's house, paralyzed. Unfortunate.

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If there was a hole, I’d crawl in it.

“Look, it’s either we put you there or you die. Yeah?! I know it’s scary! I know! I don’t want to take you there, either! Do you have any idea how deep my fear of that family goes? But the crow that went to inquire got permission, so we’re going. No other choice.”

All you were aware of was the feeling of your feet jiggling around on your slack ankles and the noises made by the person whose back you were being carried on. He was talking to himself. You slipped in and out of consciousness and it could have been four hours that had passed, or four minutes.

The last thing you remembered was collapsing from pain, a saber-like tooth as thick and long as a chopstick having crunched all the way through your forearm before breaking off and getting left behind there. Must have been some kind of poison because the pain… oh, the pain.

Silently, you realized you were alive, which was a shock and surprise. Someone must have felled the demon but it hadn’t been you, on the verge of getting turned into dinner right before you passed out. Your eyes wouldn’t open but the heat on your back felt like the sun. Not only could you not feel your body, but your muscles wouldn’t respond, your whole body limp like a rag doll. Before you drifted away again, you estimated that you’d been given something for the pain, because oh…

That pain had felt as though it had lit your bones on fire from the inside. It was the only thing you could remember.

The next thing you knew was darkness. It was nighttime when you awoke but your eyes quickly adjusted, the room around you coming into focus in the silvery moonlight that filtered in through the screen door. You were in a small tatami room and you were tucked neatly in a futon. An unfamiliar smell of a charcoal brazier from somewhere was the only immediate proof that you weren’t dreaming and that you weren’t in your own home.

Wincing, you tried to sit up but your muscles still wouldn’t respond. Your mind immediately panicked– had you been kidnapped? Your eyes searched the room for your weapon, nowhere to be seen. Paralyzed and unarmed– not your favorite combination. Inexplicably mad, you managed to ball your hand into a fist.

“Fuck!!!”

A moment late, you discovered your voice worked just fine. At your sudden curse, you heard footsteps quickly approach from outside the door and you held your breath, terrified.

A young boy stood in the doorway, no older than maybe thirteen. You immediately made a face, regretting yourself. But he didn’t say anything to you, running back down the hallway in a hurry.

“Doctor!!” you heard him call out, and you tried to fix your eyes on a spot on the ceiling, embarrassed.

Answers to the questions you inevitably had:

You were in fact, not dead. A surprise.

The boy’s name was Rengoku Senjuro-kun. He was twelve years old.

“Rengoku,” as in the Hashira.

Senjuro-kun was not himself the Hashira in question.

No, you would not be permitted to 1: Commit seppuku, or 2: Escape at first light for the crime of having barged into a Hashira’s home.

Your arm was fractured and you’d been anesthetized with a curious drug.

You had also been poisoned. The antidote was administered shortly upon your arrival.

Despite the antidote, you would remain mostly immobile for at least another five days. Temporary paralysis was an expected after effect.

You had been brought to the Rengoku house because it was the closest possible place to bring you, as your life had been in danger.

Even though you were unable to move, Senjuro assured you politely that he would tie you up if you mentioned the idea of seppuku or secret escape again.

Despite the inability to move your limbs, you could, unfortunately, talk Senjuro’s ear off, which you gladly did for the next approximately thirteen hours.

Things you learned about Rengoku Senjuro-kun in thirteen hours of nonstop conversation:

He liked his brother. A lot. He had more to say about his brother than himself, which you thought was awfully sad.

His favorite type of tree was maple.

He wasn’t allowed to have a pet but he really wanted a tame squirrel.

All the Rengoku men looked like that.

He was trying to train to become a swordsman and learn Flame Breathing, but it wasn’t working out too well.

His mother had passed away when he was very young. His father was in a near-constant state of inebriation three doors down the hallway from you.

His brother was coming back on Tuesday and Senjuro was already planning a feast. You had no idea what day it was today, not that it mattered, being unable to do anything.

His brother seemed to be the Hashira. You hoped you’d be able to move your legs by whenever Tuesday was so you’d be able to run away. The shame of being paralyzed in a Hashira’s home!

You gave up on committing seppuku because it would ruin the flooring.

His favorite hobby was sleeping.

But Tuesday morning came much earlier than you’d hoped. You could tell because Senjuro was so excited.

“Please, Senjuro-kun,” you begged your new little friend, tears coursing down your cheeks. Your legs were still two useless lumps. “Please don’t tell your brother that I’m here. I’m so sorry. I’ll be your servant forever.”

He frowned. “Why?” he asked, shoving a spoonful of rice porridge into your mouth, keeping you from answering. “Brother will surely want to check on your condition while he is here.”

“Mraahhhh…” you gurgled, trying to swallow and cry at the same time. “I can’t impose on a Hashira! I’m a lowly Mizunoto. I’d rather die. The idea that we’d even breathe the same air is fucking terrifying. Have you ever met God?”

Senjuro shook his head.

“That’s what we’re talking about here, Senjuro-kun.”

He laughed. “Brother isn’t God. He’s a man.”

Your tears increased in intensity. “My legs don’t even work, so I can’t prostrate myself! What am I going to do?! Lay here like the fucking emperor in this nice futon and introduce myself like that? Senjuro-kun, please… Please help me out here. I know I’m probably heavy as shit, but do you have time to shove me under the porch out of sight??”

Senjuro raised his eyebrows at you. “Umm, there’s no way I’m putting you under the porch. That’s awful.” He scooped up another big spoonful of porridge and put it in your mouth. “Don’t be afraid of Brother. He’s a good person. In fact, I’ll probably ask him to look after you for a little while later since I need to go buy some things.”

Your eyes squinched shut, fat tears still leaking out. “Can you please have the doctor come back and put me out then, with that nice medicine? I’ll be fine if I can just be unconscious until Hashira-sama is gone… Alternatively, you can clobber me with a shovel or something.”

Senjuro sighed. “No, and it’s ‘Kyojuro.’ Brother’s name is Kyojuro, you can call him that. And, I know he’ll just worry if you don’t wake up, so please just be patient! I’ll properly introduce you, so please just look forward to it!”

He didn’t give you a chance to respond before stuffing the last spoonful of porridge in your mouth and leaving. Terrified, you strained your whole body, testing your limbs for any sign of response. The Hashira were basically no more than legends to most of the Demon Slayer Corps. It was nearly unheard of to see one, much less meet one. Their skills were said to be unworldly, able to cut through even the strongest ranks of demons.

In particular, the Rengoku family was known since there had been a Hashira in that family through every single generation, going back to the Demon Slayers’ inception. A long and distinguished history, inherited strength and disposition, and an ironclad will that passed from generation to generation defined the Rengoku family. You couldn’t fathom something so honorable and here you were, possibly experiencing some kind of cosmic justice by being literally paralyzed in their esteemed home.

With enormous effort, you managed to raise your forearm and flop it across your body.

Alright! It would take a while, but it was perhaps possible to drag yourself with your arm to the door that led from your room to what seemed to be a courtyard. Grunting with the strain, you stretched your arm and grasped the wooden floor next to your futon.

“Pwahhh!!”

You flipped yourself out of the futon and onto your face with a loud and unpleasant thump.

The door snapped open and you felt your whole body deflate like a balloon. A loud voice boomed and you realized that you’d made a terrible mistake.

“Oh, it couldn’t be! Did you do this, Senjuro? You said that the poison caused whole-body paralysis, right!”

“N-No, Brother! I would never…”

Strong arms picked you up from the floor as if you were something as small and inconsequential as a half-eaten dish of pickles. Your head flopped back as there was no strength in your neck, the bones cracking ominously.

“Oh, that didn’t sound right at all.” You were shifted and your head fell against a broad shoulder. You opened your lips, a single word slipping past.

“Shit.”

You couldn’t even move your arm to clap a hand against your mouth, the word slipping out so easily and by total mistake, conveying the full spectrum of your dismay and expanding it further, out to the infinite horizon…

“Hahaha!” You were placed back into the futon with a quick movement, like a sword being put back in a sheath, and paralyzed half from terror and half (or maybe more) from actual paralysis, you found yourself staring into a face that, as promised, looked almost like an exact replica of Senjuro’s, but older. You stopped breathing.

“Brother, this is _____-san. _____-san will be staying with us for a few more days while the demon poison wears off.” Senjuro eyed you suspiciously, knowing that you were probably trying to escape. You started to sweat profusely.

“_____-san, this is my older brother, Kyojuro. He’s going to look after you for a couple of hours while I go buy some ingredients for dinner.” He paused, staring at you with a concerned expression on his face. “Please don’t try to leave. You might hurt yourself.”

You smiled stiffly, still not breathing.

Senjuro slid the door closed behind him, leaving you in the cage with the tiger.

Burning eyes bore down on you and you felt your soul trying to at least escape your body because your body wouldn’t move.

“You’re lucky to be alive!” Rengoku Kyojuro had a loud voice that filled the whole room easily. “How fortunate!”

“Re-Rengoku-sama,” you forced out, your voice coming out as a pathetic wheeze. “I am so sorry.”

“Sorry for what?” he said quickly, seating himself on his knees at your side. “You were very courageous! I heard about what happened!”

You dared to take a breath and you felt a drop of sweat run down the side of your forehead. “I am very sorry to impose,” you managed. “And for cursing.”

“Hahaha!” He laughed again and you felt the hairs on the back of your neck prickling. “You’re not imposing! I am just glad we can have you here. You battled a demon so close to my own home! I am ashamed as a Hashira!”

Rengoku’s aura was so stifling that you could feel the heat radiating off of his person, even though you were swaddled tightly in the futon. Somehow, in putting you back, he’d fastened the covers around you so you wouldn’t be able to move even if you tried. His face had a smile on it but it was unreadable.

“I’m the one who should be ashamed,” you answered, wishing you could cover your face with your hands. “My skills are shit, so I’ve ended up like this. I am so sorry.” You had a way of talking that was regretfully too honest. And your real feelings were usually some swirling, unpalatable combination of self-hatred and fury. Rengoku just watched you talk, his eyes seeming to pierce you. His smile widened as he seemed to remember something.

“_____-san, do you use a breathing style?”

You sighed. “Yeah, but I’ve only got two forms. Can’t get the hang of the others.”

His smile was a knowing one. “Is it Wind Breathing?”

You stared, not that you had a choice with your head fixed in one spot. “Yeah.”

Rengoku laughed again. “You just remind me of someone,” he commented.

You frowned. “Who’s that?”

“Shinazugawa Sanemi, the Wind Breathing Pillar.”

Vaguely, you knew who that was, though you’d never met. “What is he like?”

“Like you!”

“...…”

Rengoku chuckled. “If I had to say, I would describe him as someone with lots of wrath! But your wrath seems to be directed all in toward yourself! If you change that, maybe you can make progress on the other forms!” He looked thoughtful. “What frustrates you the most these days, _____-san?”

You quickly responded. “My weakness.”

“Alright! What frustrates you that isn’t yourself?”

You thought for a while. “I don’t know. I wish winter would be less cold? Though it’s not winter yet… Oh. The other day, I almost tripped over a cat and it pissed me off.”

Rengoku’s smile froze on his face. “I’ll try introducing you to Shinazugawa someday and maybe he can advise you!” His voice was loud enough for everyone in the house to hear. You blinked slowly.

“You’ve done more than enough for someone like me, Rengoku-sama. I’m sorry I can’t thank you on my knees. I will when I can use my knees again.” You realized how close his face had gotten, leaning over yours so close that his hair almost touched you. Was he hard of hearing? Despite your proximity, he still used such a loud voice.

“No thanks is needed!” He was actually almost shouting into your face now, his eyes hovering around above you, not blinking at all. What an eccentric fellow. He and Senjuro looked exactly alike but their similarities seemed to end there.

Despite the fact that he was a Hashira, you found Rengoku easier to deal with than you had originally feared. He lacked pretentiousness. Despite being strange, he was kind. He shared an apple with you one afternoon, making a show of peeling it with his Nichirin Blade.

Things you learned about Rengoku Kyojuro after being trapped in a room, talking to him for three days:

He wasn’t allowed to have a pet but was interested in Iriomote cats.

He liked sweet potatoes quite a bit.

Somehow, he’d learned Flame Breathing by reading an instruction manual.

When he was younger, he wanted to be a sumo wrestler, but gave up.

Recently, he had found enjoyment in whittling. He promised to give you a wooden fish, for some reason.

He exuded a constant air of optimism, which made you self-conscious.

The fifth day came and he supported you on his shoulder while you tested out your legs. They weren’t anywhere near perfect, but you could slowly bend them at the knees and move your ankles.

“Yup, we’re all fixed up, so time to go!” You strained to kick off the futon covers but Rengoku immediately caught them and shoved you back inside.

“Want me to ask Senjuro to tie you up?” His smile was scary.

“N-No…”

“Good.”

Sobbing lightly, you scrunched your body up into a ball, rolling over so your forehead touched the floor, pointed in Rengoku’s general direction. “I can’t possibly impose on you any longer, Rengoku-sama. I’m so grateful for everything you’ve done for me but it’s too much. If I stay any longer, I can’t go to heaven.”

“Senjuro! Do we have any rope?”

You squeaked and immediately shut yourself up.

It ended up taking a full week for you to regain the use of your limbs, though your fingers and toes remained slightly numb. Senjuro helped you sit up and slowly stand, your legs trembling beneath you. Rengoku nodded with approval.

“That’s great, _____-san! You’re recovering well. Your new sword arrived today, too! Karanomori-san is on the veranda, eating ohagi!”

You gave him a blank look. “New sword?”

Senjuro held your hand tightly as your weight continued to shift around. “Your sword was snapped,” he explained. “Do you remember?”

You absolutely did not remember. You made a disgusted face. “I broke my sword? Well, I’m a huge fucking failure, aren’t I.” You sighed, preparing yourself mentally for Karanomori.

“You’re not a failure!” Rengoku laughed, sliding the door to the courtyard open. “You killed that demon, after all! You’ve saved people’s lives!”

You frowned. “No, no way I saved anyone,” you said, confused. “I didn’t kill that demon.”

Rengoku put his hands on your shoulders and guided you out onto the veranda.

“Karanomori-san,” you sobbed, falling to your knees. Sure enough, he was there, wearing the usual weird mask. It was pushed up so he could snack on a tray of ohagi that sat next to a cup of tea on the veranda. “I’m so sorry for breaking my sword. I can’t even remember doing it. I’m so angry at myself!”

“No problem,” he said in a plain voice, his mouth still full. He shrugged. “It happens.” Somehow, his ambivalence made you feel even more sorry. You’d rather him be chasing you down with a knife or something.

You drew your new katana, inspecting it. As you grasped it, it turned the familiar shade of green you’d become accustomed to. Behind you, Senjuro made an impressed sound.

“It’s so green!” he exclaimed, circling around you to get a better look. “Ours are always red!”

“Indeed!” Rengoku nodded his head vigorously, also stepping up to get a look. “You’re indeed suited to Wind Breathing, _____-san!”

“Thanks…” You guessed it was a compliment? Fidgeting, you sheathed the blade, ready to move on.

“I guess this means I should head out, then!” You marched back inside, preparing to pack up and leave.

“What? You still have rehabilitation to do, _____-san!” Senjuro trotted after you and you froze in your tracks.

“Oh, I can do that on the road! No problem at all.” You hurriedly folded up your futon and got on the floor to bow to both Senjuro and his brother, who was watching you with a cryptic smile.

As if he’d willed it, your ankles went dead. You couldn’t get back up off the floor. A layer of sweat broke out across your forehead as you strained every muscle in your body trying to get up. But you just ended up sprawled on the floor, facedown.

A warm hand settled on the back of your head and a tingling feeling shot up your spine. Rengoku rolled you over easily, hoisting you up off the floor in his arms and you felt tears of frustration gathering in the corners of your eyes.

“There’s no hurry, _____-san!” He gave you a patient smile, his face very close. Your whole body twitched, the tingling feeling in your spine refusing to let up. The sensation seemed to be originating from somewhere around your butthole, which was disconcerting to say the least.

A kaleidoscope of different thoughts and guesses played out in your mind before you came to the singular, horrifying conclusion that you were aroused.

You felt every inch of your body heat up with the realization and as Rengoku peered down into your face kindly, you wished that dying from embarrassment could be actually possible. He didn’t seem to notice and you held your breath as he carried you out of the room and to a garden that housed a single willow tree.

“We can go slow,” he suggested, still smiling faintly. You squeezed your eyes shut, not sure what was supposed to come next. He placed you under the tree and gave you a firm pat on the shoulder. You tried not to react.

“Yeah…”

He beamed at you and you died a little inside.

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