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hikarus-shida · 3 years

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Eddie Kingston: "Changing Your View"

Eddie Kingston x fem!reader

genre: nsfw 18+, kind of angsty in the beginning and middle

warnings: nsfw 18+, sexual intercourse (unprotected), oral (f), foul language

summary: reader is a friend of eddie and jon. she wants more from eddie, but he only sees her as a little sister. when eddie starts flirting with other women, the reader gives up and tries to move on.

requested by: anon (hope you enjoy!)

tag list: @cutierocker202 @bec0m @irish-newzealand-idian-dutch @elitehunter @drewmcintyrekoccsrocbwdgfan

This is an 18+ imagine. If you're not 18+, please read at your own discretion if you don’t intend on leaving this post. You’ve been warned. :)

I hope you all enjoy! This really took me a couple hours to write, on and off. The end feels super wonky, but I really enjoyed writing it nonetheless. I really wanna do more angsty things!

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“He’s doing it again, Jon.” You complained, as the two of you watched Eddie pursue yet another woman that has walked by. Seeing Eddie flirt with women made you sick. You were standing in front of him this whole time and he never bothered to give you the time of day, all because you were like a “sister” to him. It felt like incredulous bullshit to you though.

“Listen Y/N, you gonna sit around and complain or are you gonna do something about it?” Jon always gave you tough love, sure he had great advice and was more than willing to always give it to you, but god did you talk his ear off about Eddie. He was the only one you trusted enough to tell about your crush and Jon told you the most logical thing to do was to tell Eddie, but you didn’t want to do that. Of course yet again, this was a problem only you could motivate yourself to solve.

“Yeah, I will do something about it,” You stood up from your seat and looking at Eddie once more before looking back at Jon, “Tell him not to talk to me, I’m over his shit.” You walked away, not looking back and missing the eye-roll that Jon directed towards you. You and Eddie were always putting him in the middle of shit, it was a mystery how he still hung out with the two of you.

It was hours now that you hadn’t talked to Eddie and you were better for it, the peace and quiet without him was astonishingly great, but you missed the constant chaos that he contributed to in your life. Jon kept texting you to stop being an idiot, but you just wanted some time to be overly dramatic about your love life and unrequited crushes.

You walked out of the women’s locker room, just to walk back in when you saw Eddie. “Yo! Y/N! Get the fuck outta’ there.” You heard his voice, unreasonably loud as it was. You tried your best to act like you hadn’t heard him, and luckily enough for you, the rest of the women’s roster wasn’t in here which saved you the embarrassment. “Y/N, I’m not afraid of walking in and seeing in a bunch of women.” You rolled your eyes and called his bluff, Eddie was too respectful to just mosey in here like nothing.

“Alright, I am afraid to walk in, but you gotta come out here and talk to me.” He said, outside of the door and his voice getting softer compelled the hell out of you, which made you mad at yourself for falling for it and him all over again. You walked over to the locker room door and opened it, now face to face with Eddie. “What do you want?” Your voice was monotone, refusing to inflect any excitement or happiness. The last thing you needed Eddie to believe was that he was in your good graces when he actually wasn’t.

“What’s up with you, lil’ sis?” You rolled your eyes and refused to meet his gaze. That’s what was up with you, that right there. The “lil’ sis” shit. The anger in you was running through your veins, you were a grown woman and he needed to see that, you needed him to see that you wanted him. “That’s my problem. I’m not your little sister, Eddie. I’m a grown ass woman! And it bothers the hell out of me that you can’t see that I’m completely in love with you like the fool that I am. You run around chasing after all these women that don’t love you like I do and you can’t even see me standing here. It’s fucked up.” You snapped, your once monotone voice filling with emotional rage.

Eddie tried to reach for you, but you moved away from his touch. The look on his face hurt you, it was for the best though. Eddie needed to know that this has been bothering you for the longest time; what he chose to do with that information was up to him. And what he did shocked you. Eddie grabbed you by the waist and pulled you into a kiss. You were so mad at him, but you wanted him so bad. The kiss was gentle at first, but once you kissed back, it had gotten messy and it was as if you two were fighting each other with your lips, trying to get one up on the other. Eddie bit your lip gently, tugging at it as he pushed you against the women’s locker room door and shut it behind you two. He pulled away from the kiss, quickly locking the door before turning back to look at you. “This is what you wanted this whole time? You wanted me? Well, I’ll give you what you want.”

Eddie surprised you some more when he began to strip right in front of you. He was once clad in his usual jersey and light-washed jeans, but now he was fully naked and he was truly hung. You licked your lips and refused to rub your eyes to reassure yourself that this was real life, and not a dream. “You just gonna look at me or are you gonna take your clothes off too?” You rolled your eyes at his comment and began to take off your clothes, starting with your top and ending with your sneakers. Eddie took a good look at you as his hand slid down to his cock, slightly jerking his member as he bit his lip. He walked over to you and wrapped an arm around you, pulling you close as he looked into your eyes. “I know we have to make this quick, but I want to take my time and show you how much you really mean to me.”

Eddie laid you onto the ground, gently, while hovering over you. He slid himself down so he could face your pussy, rubbing his fingers up and down your folds before his tongue joined. His fingers inserted in and out of your hole as his tongue circled around your clit while you let out quiet moans. “Oh, Eddie.” You moaned out, your hands grabbing at the ground. Eddie continued to eat you out and now that he knew what set you off, his tongue sucked on your clit as his fingers began to pump in and out of you quickly. Your legs twitched as you felt your release, crying out Eddie’s name while he licked up your juices.

You felt the sweat building up at your temples and on your back, watching Eddie get up on his knees. His cock was slick with his pre-cum and all you could think about was how he tasted. You wouldn’t find today you assumed since Eddie lined himself at your entrance. The two of you moaned when his tip slid in you and you gripped onto his arms, leaning your head back against the floor as your back arched.

Eddie’s cock pumped in and out of you, sweat beading at his forehead. “Y/N, you’re so good. You feel so good,” His hands gripped onto your waist as stroked deeper in you. Eddie’s movements were gentle yet hard and he didn’t want to hurt you, but he wanted to make sure that he brought you to your edge again. And you were close once again because of his voice, praise, and words that he would say to you. One in particular shocked you the most as he grabbed one of your hands and interlocked them, “I love you, Y/N.”

“Eddie, I love you too.” You moaned out, his body getting closer to yours as he continued to thrust. The two of you continued to let out moans and groans as the both of you were close to releasing. Eddie’s thrust began to get even slower and sloppier, you knew he was close. He gave it all he got and his tip continued to your spot over and over again, making you cry out as you released onto his cock, Eddie soon following and pulling out of you. His load dropped onto the floor which made you quickly grab the nearest wipe to clean it up.

Eddie stood up and made sure to help you up, bringing you into a hug, not caring that the two of you were still in the nude. His hands wrapped around your back and rubbed it as he pulled you in for one more kiss. “I’m sorry for making you feel that way and not seeing how you felt about me sooner. I meant it when I said I love you.” Eddie said once he pulled away, still holding onto you while you settled into his touch and cuddled into him.

“I love you too, Eddie.” He smiled slightly, rubbing a hand behind your head as he pressed a kiss against your forehead. The two of you began to get dressed, interlocking your fingers when you were ready to leave the locker room together.

You didn’t know what was next for you and Eddie after this, but at least he changed his view and saw you for what you really were: not as his “lil’ sis”, but as someone who was in love with him and that he loved back with the same amount of passion.

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elefics · 4 years

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torment / chapter 2

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Within an hour, all the girls were assembled in two long lines near the front door. Everyone was dressed in black - it was an unspoken uniform. We didn’t always play to the stereotypes, but when company came knocking, we all knew we had a duty to look the part. There’s power in community, and even more as a bunch of strong young women in all black.

“Girls, the men that are coming-” Cordelia began.

“Hold on – men? Why?” One girl piped up.

Cordelia chuckled softly. “I’m not thrilled about it either. The men that are coming over are warlocks.”

A murmur rippled through the room. I knew warlocks existed, but I’d never met one. They mostly stayed out of the witches’ way, and we stayed out of theirs. Some girls swore warlocks were a myth, that they’d gone extinct ages ago.

My experience with witchcraft had definitely been dominated by feminine energy. I loved it, but I couldn’t deny that the thought of men and boys like us, with our power, excited me.

“Dear God, let them be cute.” The girl next to me whispered.

I guess life at Miss Robichaux's Academy felt pretty small sometimes. I loved all of the girls here; they were my family, through and through. I knew they’d die for me in a second and they knew I’d do the same for them. But sisterhood only goes so far…if another witch stole my hair straightener, I think someone would end up hexed.

So, some fresh faces – and maybe some cute ones – were appreciated, needed even. A buzz of excitement and pure curiosity hung in the air as we fussed with our stockings and lipstick. There was a collective inhale as the door clicked open softly. Cordelia seemed to brace herself.

The front door creaked open agonisingly slow.

A short man dressed in black stepped through the door first. His eyes were ringed with lines, wrinkled from years of laughter. Now, his face was set in a gentle smile, but there was a determination, almost intimidation, behind it. A long red scarf hung around his neck. I could only assume it meant something significant – he was clearly someone in charge.

“Ms Goode, and all young witches. Good morning.”

Following the first man were three other older men. Behind them were rows of boys, ranging from twelve to well into their twenties. They were all dressed impeccably. I guess we all got the same memo: black.

“Ariel. How lovely to see you this morning.” Cordelia kept up her smile.

I could practically hear the cogs turning in her head, trying to figure out what exactly these warlocks were here for, and what they wanted. The strong maternal instinct she had for all of us was in full force; she was a lioness, crouching watchfully in the shade, waiting to pounce as soon as it was necessary.

“My name is Ariel Augustus. I am Grand Chancellor of the Hawthorne School for Exceptional Young Men, an institution much like Miss Robichaux’s.”

A snicker echoed through the witches. We all had the same thought: Nothing compared to Miss Robichaux’s. No warlock school would change that.

Ariel’s jaw tightened, as well as many of the men in the crowd behind him.

One of the younger boys held a great bouquet of red and white roses. Ariel motioned him forward silently.

“Let me get right to it, then. Witches and warlocks haven’t been on the best of terms, for many years. Cordelia, in her reign as Supreme, has emphasised the importance of belonging, unity, and magical pride. We think the most logical next step is for witches and warlocks to come together as a united whole. We come to the Academy today as friends.”

With a flick of his hand, each of the roses in the bouquet flew into the air, before floating into the hands of every witch in the room. I took mine between my fingertips and smiled. A few girls burst into giggles. I shook my head, grinning - these guys were good.

“Red and white, for unity. We hope you’ll open your hearts and minds to us.” Ariel smiled.

The rose in front of Cordelia floated in front of her. Her lips were pressed into a thin, contemplative line. She was hesitating, running an internal pros and cons list.

Cordelia took a deep breath before speaking. “It’s true that witches and warlocks have been at odds for decades. Girls, I’ve spoken with Augustus in private for some time. We both think that, for the sake of the coven, unity is the only answer,”

A soft inhale went through the witches.

“Some of you have been raised to think of witches and warlocks as opponents, instead of the same kin. I myself have fallen into those same thought patterns. But this is not what our community, our magic, stands for. These gifts are more than roses. They symbolise turning a new page. All of us, everyone in this room, is joined by our magic and incredible gifts. United.” Cordelia finished her speech and grasped her rose by its delicate stem.

Ariel smiled.

I scanned the room, taking in all the new faces. My sisters did the same. The air was electric with change and freshness.

Some girls began vying for the boys’ attention, turning their roses every colour of the rainbow, from orange to blue to purple. The boys grinned, one sending petals showering over some girls with a flick of his wrist.

“As a gesture of good will, and of our new friendship…would you boys like to stay for breakfast?”

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Within minutes we’d found enough chairs to seat everyone. There were dozens of us, all packed into the dining hall. It felt full on any regular morning, with just us witches, but the extra boys made the air buzz. We sat elbow to elbow, laughing as we bumped into each other.

“Sorry! It’s a little cramped in here, huh?” the boy next to me laughed as he knocked my fork out of hand.

He seemed totally at ease on foreign turf – his plate was loaded up with bacon, eggs and croissants. I wondered how we miraculously had all this food to feed the extra guests.

“No worries. I’m Lyla.”

“Jerome.” He smiled, holding his hand out for me to shake. I took it with a smile.

Most of the tension from the morning had evaporated – the girls and boys seemed completely at ease with each other. As I learned that morning, we’d all had similar experiences – we were the weird ones, the ones that didn’t fit in at regular schools. Outcasts and rejects in another life, we found endless things to talk about in this one.

The only tension I noticed were between the two leaders, at each end of the table. Cordelia barely took her eyes off Ariel, refusing to turn her back on the ocean before it swallowed her up.

Other than their power plays, everyone else seemed happy. Every face was full of food or laughter or both. Girls were blushing, boys were laughing and gesturing wildly in conversation.

“I have to interrupt for just one second,” Cordelia stood up, tapping a fork against her glass half-filled with orange juice. Waiters were making their rounds about the table with bottles of champagne, topping up everyone’s glasses with bubbly.

“Today is a special day. It’s one of our girls’ birthdays today – Lyla. She turns eighteen, and we are so happy to have her with us for another year. Happy birthday Lyla!” Cordelia grinned.

The warlocks started a sloppy rendition of ‘Happy Birthday’, putting their arms around each other and swaying with the lyrics. I cringed at the feeling of the entire room turning to stare at me, but appreciated the gesture.

My gaze settled on one boy in particular a few seats down, smiling softly but not speaking to anyone. He seemed like he was having a moment like me, sitting back and admiring how our groups had come together. His blonde hair fell around his face in waves. A crisp black dress shirt was buttoned to his neck, and I could see the glint of a small gold chain peeking out from underneath.

I’d clearly been staring for too long, because I hadn’t realised that he was staring right back at me from across the table.

I immediately looked away. My heart raced in my ears and my cheeks flushed. I kept my eyes squarely on the leftover bacon my plate. I spent the next few minutes looking anywhere but his direction. Something about gaze made me feel like I was under a microscope. Like he could see right through me. The side of my face felt warm, and somehow I knew it was because he was still looking.

I chanced another glance. The boy was still staring, and this time his full lips were quirked in a smile.

I smiled back, then turned my gaze back to my plate.

“Michael, let the girl eat!” Jerome exclaimed across the table. The warmth in my cheek disappeared, and when I looked up, the boy was listening intently to the conversation next to him, like he didn’t know I was there in the first place.

“Sorry. He can be a little intense sometimes. His powers are crazy too, you should see some of the shit he can do. I’d never seen it in my life.” Jerome laughed.

“You said his name was Michael?” I asked.

“Michael Langdon.” A deep voice came from behind me.

I looked up, and Michael’s seat was empty. A large hand gripped the back of my chair, and when I swivelled to see who it belonged to, I finally saw him up close.

He was beautiful, in the truest sense of the word. His hair glinted in the mid-morning light and his jawline cast shadows down his neck. His piercing blue eyes crinkled just a little in the corners as he smiled at me. He looked mischievous, like he was waiting for something to happen.

“H-” I began to introduce myself. Right on cue, I was interrupted.

“Alright boys, I think these young women deserve some appreciation for this feast. Let’s help with the cleaning up.” Ariel’s voice boomed over the chatter.

“No need – you’re the guests of honour. You boys head on home, we’ll take care of the rest.” Cordelia smiled diplomatically. The witches stood from their chairs and started to clear the table, while the boys straightened their jackets and headed for the door.

Ariel twisted his lips, clearly upset that nobody had offered to help any further.

“At least a few of us can stay back, at least to help you with all these chairs.” Michael offered. His voice was clear and confident. His hand hadn’t left the back of my chair once.

Cordelia looked up at Michael and smiled. “If you’re insinuating that we need the muscle power, it’s not necessary. But you’re more than welcome to help with the dishes.”

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The warlocks marched one by one out the front doors, thanking Cordelia and the rest of us for such a spread. Only a few (very polite ones) remained.

“You boys know the way home. Be back by eleven-thirty, no later.” Ariel warned the leftover warlocks. He tipped his hat to Cordelia and set off behind the rest of his students.

Michael had hovered behind me as everyone filtered out. I felt his eyes on the back of my neck.

“So, you’re Lyla.” He spoke for the first time in a while.

“Yep.” I smiled, walking straight past him into the kitchen. I swear I saw him shake his head before he turned to follow me.

“How long have you been at the Academy?” Michael asked, setting a stack of plates down on the counter.

“I was fifteen when I got here. How long have you been at Hawthorne?”

I ran the sink, focusing on small tasks. I had a feeling if I held eye contact with him for too long I’d drop something.

“A few weeks.” Michael said softly. He picked up a tea towel and started to dry dishes as I washed.

“Woah, so you’re fresh. How old are you, Michael?” I asked.

He smirked. I didn’t understand what was funny.

It was just the two of us in the kitchen. The rest of the clean-up crew were in the dining hall, occasionally popping in with a handful of dirty cutlery.

Michael coughed and looked at the ceiling. “It’s a beautiful building. How many girls stay here?”

He was completely dodging the question. I didn’t know what was weird about asking how old he was. Unless…unless he was way younger than me, and trying to get with an older girl. I winced at the thought. There’s no way he’s younger than me. Impossible. He was tall, broad, and more than anything, the way he carried himself – I couldn’t explain it. It seemed like everything was amusing to him, trivial. Like he was way older, way wiser. Or maybe he was just a pretentious, brooding asshole. A hot one, but an asshole, nonetheless.

He smiled again. For a split second I worried he was telepathic. I scolded myself for not thinking of it sooner. He brushed my arm reaching for another plate and I jumped back. I felt like I’d been burned.

“Uh – I’m not actually sure. Since Cordelia put the Academy on the map, we’ve had a lot of new girls. I was one of them, but even after me, we have new girls come in every month.” I floundered to answer his small talk.

“And with so many girls, we’re very busy. Thank you for all your help - Michael, was it?” Cordelia’s voice rang out with finality.

Michael smiled tightly. “Yes. Thank you again, Ms Goode. Lyla.”

The other warlocks were assembled by the door, ready to depart. Michael turned to me and nodded. His eyes were saying more, I could tell, but I didn’t know how to decipher it. I held my forearm in my other hand, and it was still warm.

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A/N: I know the whole witches and warlocks getting along thing doesn’t fit with the show’s storyline…but to be able to tell the story I want to tell, I had to get them together, or at least on civil terms. There’s obviously still that tension from years of differences, but they’re polite and connected now. Also, I’m pretty sure the witches and warlocks are in totally different geographical locations in the US, but let’s just assume they’re both in New Orleans/can travel quickly between their locations). The really fun stuff is coming soon! Stay tuned :~)

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jiminisnotavirgin · 5 years

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Sweeter than Peaches

Pairing: Kim Taehyung | Reader

Genre: Smut, Slight Angst

Word Count: 2.7k

Warnings: pregnancy sex, lactation kink, fingering, penetrative sex, domestic ROMANTIC au, married couple and all that cute shit tbh

Note: Heavily inspired by stories by @dovechim and @hobiwonder, thanks to y’all for exposing me to my FAVORITE kind of smut. Please check them out if you haven’t yet! Classes just ended for me for the semester and I managed to get this together. I hope you enjoy it (I’m almost tempted to write another part about this couple) but lemme know what you think! I really value what each and every one of you has to say about my works! Thanks again for being patient and sticking it out till I released this fic :) love y’all. ALSO, the pic is NOT mine.

The sweet scent of fresh peaches drifts into your bedroom window from the fruit garden outside. The summer air blows in small uneven gusts, tangling itself in the strands of Taehyung’s brown curls. The curtains along the window frame spin and twist in an endless tango with the breeze. He lazily slings his arm across the sheets, expecting the warmth of your waist. His eyelids flutter from the depths of sleep when he’s met with your cold, empty side of the bed instead. His sleepy state makes him more vulnerable to the emotions running through his mind, amplifying his confusion because you’re nowhere to be found. As he tries to make sense of your absence, he finds his answer in the sliver of light spilling into your shared bedroom from the bathroom across the hall. He doesn’t call your name, opting instead to watch silently as you flutter around the room. Your husband’s endearing eyes remain focused on you—the love of his life and like always, you are oblivious to his gaze. At times, he believes he couldn’t possibly love you any more than he already does but you always find a way to prove him wrong. It is very ordinary moments like these that truly take his breath away. Your long eyelashes graze the tops of your cheeks as you brush your teeth and stare into the running faucet. Taehyung’s eyes drift lower and lower to your lusciously curvy body, supple breasts, and round stomach which steadily grows with the weight of his child inside. Your pregnancy has brought on more than a few changes and Taehyung’s hunger for you is more urgent than water for a man in the blazing heat of a desert. It takes all the control he has not to kiss you and your stomach all the damn time. The doctor insisted that an increased sex drive is common in pregnant women and sexual activities are encouraged but you haven’t displayed much of an interest in intimacy, at least to him. He doesn’t know the real reason why you haven’t brought it up despite your growing and constant state of arousal. As you sit on the toilet and pee for what feels like twenty minutes, you’re reminded of exactly why you’ve remained silent on the matter. From this angle, you’ve got a crystal clear view of your puffy, swollen feet. Not even a pedicure could save them now. They were so pretty before. You know your insecurities are ridiculous and superficial but that doesn’t change the fact that these thoughts resurface on the forefront of your mind like a wrecking ball when you feel happiest. With each passing day, your confidence dwindles. You’ve already spent seven months with the angel in your stomach and you’re grateful for that time but still, you don’t feel confident and it isn’t because you’ve gained weight—it’s because you don’t recognize the woman looking back at you in the mirror with her flushed cheeks, baggy t-shirt, and messy bun. On top of it all, concealing these feelings from Taehyung is extremely difficult since you confide in him about almost everything. This is the one thing you’re too embarrassed to reveal and honestly, it’s more about your own fears coming to life than his. “Jagi, come back to bed,” Taehyung’s voice is faint from the bedroom, low and groggy from sleep. “I miss you.” Flipping off the light switch in the bathroom, you tiptoe into the bedroom and settle into the cool sheets beside Taehyung. Taehyung’s head is already perched on his hand, his body angled towards yours as he rests on his side. “Duty calls?” “You know it. Like sixty times a night,” you answer with a dry laugh while digging through the top drawer of your nightstand for a pair of fuzzy socks. “It’s your fault for drinking orange juice like the world’s gonna end tomorrow.” “Shh, you know I can’t help it.” “Maybe the baby’s gotta pee, too.” He places the palm of his large hand on the side of your stomach, leaning forward to press his lips on your neck. You tilt your head up, allowing him easier access. Breathing in the scent of your natural aroma, Taehyung lightly drags the tip of his nose over your skin. “Why do you always smell so damn good, hmm?” “Mr. Kim, it is two—“ you pause to take a glance at the clock on your nightstand before continuing, “—thirty. Two-thirty in the morning. Are you seriously trying to seduce me right now?” “Of course I am, Mrs. Kim,” he hums, tucking a loose strand of hair behind your ear with his index finger. “I’ve been trying to seduce you for weeks—months—but I think my charms have worn off.” “What are you talking about?” “I mean you’ve barely even kissed me since baby Peaches joined us. Did I do something wrong?” His playful expression shifts, revealing the concern lingering in his heart. His brown irises dart back and forth between your shoulder and face as he tries to gauge your reaction. Even in the dark of the night, the tiny moles decorating his face stand out like a stream of stars connected as a constellation. You long to kiss each one, eager for a taste of the stardust that comes with Taehyung’s pure soul. His question echoes in your head. ‘Did I do something wrong?’ Of course not. It isn’t him—it’s you, truly. You’ve allowed your own insecurities to intrude on your relationship and now he’s suffering the brunt of it. He’s perfect. Not literally perfect but close enough to have snatched your stubborn heart in a matter of days when you first met. If you haven’t treated him that way lately, now’s the time to show him. “Come here, you,” you whisper, closing your eyes and allowing your lips to lead the way to Taehyung. His plump lips greet you gladly, molding against yours with subtle yet hungry determination. His tongue glides over your bottom lips and nudges into your mouth with a light tug. His lips are comforting. Home. And you’ve been gone for too long. You pull back, fiddling with the collar of his shirt before teasing at the warm skin of his chest with your fingertips. “I’m sorry.” “For what?” A haze of desire still glazes over his eyes but his hand halts its ministrations over your thigh. “For what, jagi?” “I haven’t been myself. Hell, I don’t know who I’ve been lately but I promise, it has nothing to do with you, Tae. I’m sorry for being so confusing, I just feel so overwhelmed with my job and the baby coming soon and my body, I can’t seem to figure—“ “Your body? Jagi, where is all this coming from?” he interrupts, worry occupying his handsome features. You hike the sheet over both of your bodies, hoping to cushion the intensity of your previous statements. You know better, though. Taehyung won’t let a comment like that slide without investigating and although you’re supportive of his logical side that solves problems through discussion, you’re still so ashamed for having these feelings in the first place. Talking about them will only make them more real. “It’s nothing,” you sigh. “Really.” “Talk to me.” “I just don’t look like myself so I don’t feel like myself.” “But this is you,” he speaks softly, choosing his words carefully. “It’s another side of you, sure, but it’s still you and it’s not a bad thing because change is good. Change is growth.” “I know.” Your response is quiet as you begin to get lost in your own thoughts. “I’m just afraid. You know how I feel about change, it scares the shit out of me. Every day I get closer to having this baby and every day we get closer to our lives changing forever. I… I want things to go right.” “I’m scared too, you know,” he murmurs. “But everything’s going to be great and it’s been great so far. The same way you took a chance on me, we’re taking this chance together. We’re gonna raise this baby and guide them through this crazy life together and I can’t think of anyone I’d rather do that with than you. I love you, jagi, you’re not alone and you never will be.” The pressure of his lips against yours is featherlight, devoid of sexual lust but oozing pure love and affection. His words are so soft and sweet, warming you up from the inside. Taehyung sighs as your sleepy face floods with relief. Sometimes, all you want is someone to hold you and tell you that everything’s going to be okay and Taehyung understands that more than anyone. “I love you,” you breathe. Taehyung’s hand rests over your hip as you sit up and fluff your pillow, desperate to feel his strong arms around you. You nestle against his chest, curling to mold against his body. His hand falls neatly in the valley below your breasts and above your stomach but his fingertips begin to draw tiny patterns over the bare skin of your chest, where the loose collar of your t-shirt hangs over. He peppers tiny kisses on your shoulder blades, allowing his hand to sink underneath the fabric of your shirt and roam across the expanse of your chest. He’s tempted to tweak your round, perky nipples that stand tall against the incoming breeze, however, he proceeds to cup as much of your swollen, milk-engorged breast in his hand as he can. A tiny moan flies from your lips as he squeezes, following the speed of your shallow, eager breaths. Milk begins to soak through the fabric, creating two very obvious damp spots on your shirt. Once the surface of his fingers are soaked with the sweet liquid flowing from your breasts, he brings his hand to his nose and inhales before letting out a low groan.

“This shirt’s gotta go,” he insists, gently lifting the hem with a light tug. You toss it to the side and sit up, keeping your legs spread to provide space for Taehyung.

“Could you…” you begin, too shy to finish the rest of your request. It’s something you haven’t asked of him yet.

“Say it. I want to hear you say it.” His locked gaze has already answered the question and his eyes reveal nothing but desperation to taste you. You can’t deny that this has secretly been one of your desires since you began lactating. The thought of Taehyung’s tongue as well as him greedily sucking your juices stirs up many, many feelings inside. “Suck.” Burning desire shoots straight to his cock but he manages to utter a quiet, “Say no more,” before lunging at your chest with a mischievous smile. The feeling is light at first. Euphoric. He teases you with his tongue, poking at the center of the tender bud with delicate taps before fully latching on. Weaving your hands into his locks, you urge him forward with a few gentle pulls. He whimpers as the sugary liquid flows into his mouth, unprepared for the burst of flavor gracing his mouth. Your head falls back as goosebumps begin to cover your entire body. His mouth triggers a wave of heat and tingly sensations you haven’t felt in a while and suddenly, your core is seeking any form of friction against Taehyung. “So sweet.” He pushes your panties to the side, groaning when his fingers are met with the arousal of your desire for him. “So wet for me, Jagi, what if I—“ he slips the tip of his index fingers into your clenching entrance, grinning as your breath hitches in your throat, “—Shit. I fucked a baby into you—how are you so tight, jagi?” “Put them in, Tae,” you beg. “Stop teasing me, I’m gonna lose it—“ Without warning, he thrusts two fingers inside until your heat sucks them up with one push. You bite your bottom lip as he pulls out, only to go back in with three fingers. You squirm with the pressure but welcome each twist of his digits as you find yourself grinding against his hand. Each of his thrusts increases the pleasure reaching your limbs and just when you think you’re close enough to reach the moment, he pulls out and slathers his tongue over his hand before stripping himself of his pants. “God, you’re gonna kill me. Sit on my cock.” Sweat glistens over his forehead, reflecting the pale streetlights guarding the roads outside. He lays down beside you, smiling as you straddle him, clutching onto your round stomach to balance your weight. “Baby Peaches was kicking before,” you admit breathlessly, settling yourself over his legs. Over time, you finally grew to love the strange nickname Taehyung used for your baby. “Wait, what?” he asked seriously, squinting in disbelief. “Why didn’t you tell me? C’mon, jagi, I miss it every damn time.” You smile and wipe the dampness off his forehead. “There are more important things at hand.” His hard, long cock lays flat over his pelvis, red and twitching with the desire to be touched. Rubbing yourself over his length, you grind forward and backward, creating a rhythm that prepares you for when he’s inside. His panting grows more sporadic, stomach clenching with the urge to plunge into your sopping wet heat each time you get close to the head of his length. Rather than riding him the way you used to, you lean your weight backward, grabbing onto his thighs for extra support. Your extended stomach rises and falls with your own desperate breaths before you finally sink onto the bulbous head of his slick cock. Although he took the time to warm you up beforehand, the burning stretch of his cock against your soft inside still manages to catch you off guard every time. As you slide in and out, every ridge, vein, and crevice of his length presses against your hot walls, coating his hard cock in your nectar. “Harder, Tae.” “Not too hard,” he warns. “Remember what the doctor—“ “I’m not gonna break, Tae, come on! I’m so close to cumming.” “Alright, jagi,” he decides, willing to go only a smidge deeper. He refuses to risk it when it comes to baby Peaches. He shifts gears, thrusting up into you as you lower yourself onto him. He hits that soft, spongy spot deep inside you and just when you think that’s enough, his thumb pokes at your clit, rolling in smooth spirals until heat pools in your pelvis. “Oh, god, keep going.” Taehyung’s moaning too now, his peak approaching with each of your clenches around his dick. The squelching sounds of his skin slapping against yours echo across your bedroom, mixed in with the melody of your deep breaths blended into one. He thrusts into you until he easily slides in and out, picking up the pace as your whimpering increases. “Touch my clit again,” you ask, too focused on chasing your high to open your eyes. Taehyung stares at you and joy floods through his bones. Your long brown locks, red cheeks, and large breasts bounce with each lift and fall. He loves seeing you crumble with pleasure. He rubs the pad of his finger against your swollen bud until your entrance clenches uncontrollably around him, milking him of all the come he can hold. “Fuck, fuck, fuck,” he sputters, watching as your wet cunt swallows his dick and releases it, only to pull it back in again. “Cum on my stomach,” you groan, too dizzy to look at anything but Taehyung in his cloud of physical ecstasy. “Wh-What?” “Do it.” He gets on his knees and strokes the last bit of himself on your stomach, painting the round surface in messy strings of white. You lay back, accepting the fuzzy warmth flowing through your blood and brain. It’s hazy and you know Taehyung’s feeling the same thing but he kisses you, relieved to feel your touch on his skin once again. A small smile makes its way to your face. “I love you. I’m sorry I didn’t say anything before.” “Don’t apologize. I want you to know that you can always talk to me about anything, jagi—anything. It’s okay if you’re confused or angry or upset. You don’t have to feel one hundred percent all the time—no one does, you know?” “Except baby Peaches. Always kicking all the freaking time.” He groans and smacks his forehead with the palm of his hand. “Don’t remind me because I always fucking miss it!”

#bts #bts reaction #v #kim taehyung #kimtaehyung #btssmut #bts smut #bts au #bts fanfic #fanfiction #btsfanfic #fanfic #bts au fanfic #jiminisnotavirgin #masterlist

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doctorgerth · 5 years

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Can I have a scenario with Katakuri and his normal sized femso having their first time being intimate?

Sweet Mochi Boy!!! Ok, yes I will gladly write this for you, however, I would like for everyone to see just how tall Kata is compared to a normal-sized female s/o (I used 5′4 or 162.6 cm, since that is the “average” height for women):

Tell me how in the world does one normal sized female go about having sex with Katakuri?? His d*ck is honestly probably the size of my forearm.

Also, I did the silly scenario-y HCs again, like I did for first time sex with Zoro. Sorry lol I’m also putting it under “keep reading” as it is a bit lengthy (but that’s not the only thing that’s lengthy ( ͡° ͜ʖ ͡°) )

Enjoy, I hope this was what you were looking for, anon! x

(( WARNING: HEAVILY SINFUL ))

Katakuri and Normal-Sized Fem S/O First Time

- from the moment he developed sexual feelings towards his woman, Kata tried desperately to suppress those desires

- the two had been together for a while, but he honestly was trying to keep the sexual feelings at bay for as long as possible

- they’re a normal-sized human, he’s 16-feet tall, how on earth were the two gonna make it work?

- a day came though when they simply couldn’t take it anymore, their needs proving much greater than any fears they had

- he’s a big worrywart, so it’s no surprise he kept questioning her over and over again when she told him she was ready; but in reality, he was eager to take that step with her as well

- she typically has to top this man, as it makes no logical sense for him to hover over her; he always, always lets her take control in any intimate situation, scared to hurt her if she let him have his way with her

- the two have kissed heavily before (working around those teeth of course), but never advanced any further than a steamy make out session; now, they found their fervent kissing leading to more

- she expresses her desires for him by leaving his lips and attacking his neck with her tiny lips, leaving marks littered along the veins

- Katakuri is a moaning mess, trying so hard to prevent his noises from escaping but also encouraging her to keep going; she knows how weak he is there

- his large hand cups under her bottom, pushing her higher and further into his neck so she can continue her loving attacks

- she moves up to his ear, nibbling gently at the lobe, running her hands through his hair

- “(Name)…” her name rolls off his tongue so sweetly, so desperate

- she smiles as she moves down and continues to litter his torso with sweet kisses, leaving traces of love bites in places she hopes will be covered by his vest

- his chest is rising and falling rapidly, revealing just how nervous he is; trying so hard to use his Kenbunshoku to see her next moves, but her sweet lovin’ is making his head spin, unable to concentrate on even the present!

- her kisses trail down until she stops at his left nipple, eager to try something

- he stares down at her curiously when she takes his nipple into her mouth, sucking and licking at it with lust, hoping to get something out of him

- his head was thrown back in pure ecstasy at the new, beautiful sensation; he had never expected there of all places to be such an erogenous zone for him

- “Y-yes feels good”

- her lips sucking around the sensitive bud, teeth grazing lightly against the smooth skin sent Kata into pleasurable bliss

- the two were making it work so well so far!

- once she finished her attention on his nipples, she continued down south until she reached the cage of the snake

- Kata had already relieved himself of his trousers and underwear as he had been touching himself while she kissed along his torso and played with his nipples

- she couldn’t help but gawk, causing Katakuri to look away sheepishly, worried he was going to scare her away

- her small hands reach to touch the throbbing member in curiosity, his dick twitching from sensitivity and need at her warm touch

- that’s never going to fit inside me…

- he continues to watch, worried on her next move but desperate for her to do something

- going all in, both of her hands wrap around his member, grasping tightly, her finger tips not quite reaching each other

- he inhales a sharp breath, back arching at just how different it feels to have her hands wrapped around his cock

- encouraged by his moans, she begins stroking, twisting her hands and pumping up and down his member, using traces of precum as lubrication

- she lowers down, licking feverishly at the head while her hands continue their work

- the head manages to push a little past her lips, being as much as she can take comfortably, while she begins sucking him off

- “Oh my…”

- his hand flies to his face while his brows are furrowed; he looks as if he’s in disbelief

- nevertheless she continues her work, loving the delicious moans that are escaping his lips

- he soon finds himself thrusting into her hands and mouth, loving the sensation and the rush she is giving him; he feels the impending orgasm creeping as his calves begin to tighten in anticipation

- she eyes up at him with her mouth full of his head, hands starting to move sloppily as her pace is quick and relentless, eager to make him cum

- he could see the desire in her eyes and as his toes curled a loud moan left him, signaling his release

- “Fuck, (Name)…”

- he pushes her back, accidentally a little too hard, catching her by surprise for a moment, but she was too intrigued watching the thick white substance shoot out in ribbons from his twitching cock, landing on his thighs and stomach in little puddles

- she is thankful he had pushed her back, she probably would have choked on the load because there was just so much

- she watches in awe as he comes down from his high, eager to seek that same peak and to see just how he was going to give it to her

- his eyes are shut tight, unable to look at her, unable to gather coherent thoughts; it’s been so long since he’s been intimate with anyone, let alone a normal-sized human

- but nothing could compare to the loving touches she gave him, making him feel wanted, cherished, and cared for

- he is lost in thought as he reaches for a spare towel to wipe himself off with

- “Kata…”

- she whispered, bringing him back to his senses

- he was looking at her now, her face beet red from the work on him, her lips glistening from saliva and cum, her eyes sparkling with desire

- “Strip.”

- he orders casually, causing them both to blush while she rid herself of her undergarments, leaving her stark naked for his eyes to see

- he takes sweet advantage of this, taking his precious time studying her every curve, her every inch, mentally saving the beautiful images

- “Come here…”

- he mutters, motioning her over with his finger

- she did as he said, crawling over him, careful not to touch his overly-sensitive softening member, and settling herself along his chest

- “Higher.”

- she eyes at him confused, continuing to crawl until he lifts her leisurely to where she’s hovering just above his face

- the heat from his breath hitting her damp womanhood causes a strange feeling to tingle through her body, an intense heat now aflame in her lower regions

- he’s holding her effortlessly, while he continues to test out her pleasures

- his lips form together and he blows air onto her sensitive area; he can feel her tense in his hands

- he smirks to himself, blushing a little as he gets the courage to stretch his tongue out, his slick muscle meeting her aching lips

- the sensation causes a whiny moan to leave her, leaving her a bit embarrassed while Kata is enthralled

- Kata is very skilled with that long tongue of his, and his hands hold her just above his lips so she never has to worry about the sharpness of his teeth

- he continues to attack her with his tongue, first licking teasingly between the folds, making sure to not leave a single inch of her untouched or unloved

- “Kata, please…”

- she whines, signaling that she was over his teasing, ready for him to get to the point

- he chuckled to himself at her impatience, nevertheless wasting no time in burying his tongue deep inside her

- she screams in pleasure at the sensation of his tongue gyrating and pulsating in and out of her at hasty speeds, desperately exploring every bit of her

- her nails clamp down onto his fingers as they tighten around her, holding her quivering body in place

- his tongue leaves her pussy only to flick at the sensitive button, leaving her eyes rolling into the back of her head

- enjoying her motions, Kata relentlessly attacks this spot, his tongue encircling it until she’s practically screaming his name over and over again

- with his skilled tongue-work, it doesn’t take long until she feels a knot beginning to form in her stomach, as if her abdomen is tightening, begging to unfurl

- she grips tighter into him, legs quaking from the sheer pleasure he was giving her, as she prepares for what was to come

- “Kata…Kata, oh yes!”

- with the last flick on her clit, waves of pleasure hit her as her toes curl and uncurl in ecstasy at her intense orgasm

- stars form in her eyes as she rides it out, Kata quickly moving lower to lick up her juices

- “Delicious, my dear.”

- she can’t even be embarrassed at his words or his cocky smirk as she’s too enamored, coming down from her high and feeling just so in love with him at this moment

- “Better than your meriendas?” She grins cheerfully, eliciting a small chuckle from her lover

- “I wouldn’t go that far, but maybe I need another taste?”

Furthermore:

- first time sex with Katakuri (no matter s/o’s size) is always hesitant and cautious; he’s so scared of hurting them and he wants their first time to be perfect

- with a normal-sized s/o, he’s just extra cautious, but is quick to think of ways to pleasure them and is also gracious in their creative ways of pleasing him

- yes, Kata is on his back during their intimacy

- sex with his normal s/o includes lots of other things besides intercourse: oral sex, mutual masturbation, the use of sex toys, etc.

- fingering is essentially intercourse for her as his fingers are about the size of a normal penis

- their first time is a beautiful, cherished opportunity to just explore each other’s bodies and bring each other to mind-numbing pleasures!

#one piece #one piece request #one piece headcanons #one piece scenarios #katakuri #charlotte katakuri #first time #normal-sized femso #female s/o #anon #anon ask #mochi boy #lemon #sinful #extra sin

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things-we-used-tc-share · 5 years

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Blue and Red

Part something of my Sanders Sides fantasy one-shots.

Warnings: Smoking, alcohol, sexual innuendos, flirting

Ship: Logince, background Moxiety

Plot: When Logan, a vampire, met the High Warlock of the city he was expecting someone a little less...flamboyant, he certainly wasn’t expecting to be flirted with all night (Shadowhunters/The Mortal Instruments!AU All rights to the premise belong to Cassandra Clare!)

The music is ridiculously loud, that’s the Vampire’s first thought as he walks through the club, leather boots hitting the marble floor with almost no sound emitting amongst the jeers and laughter of the people around him. He glances up at his companion, a much younger vampire with a penchant for eyeliner and getting into trouble, before he sighs, pushing his glasses up his nose. Glasses he wears solely for comfort and aesthetic, considering his vision is near perfect. “Loosen up specs,” The young Vampire grins “We’re not here on business, we’re here to get to know the new High Warlock, to maintain peace it’s all just one big show, which means being yourself, and relaxing,”

Logan sighs and grabs a cigarette off a passing waitress “Don’t get into trouble Virgil, I’m going to see if they’ve got something that can actually get me drunk,”

“That’s the spirit,” The man (teenager really, even if he is much older he doesn’t look a day over 16, a travesty when you think about it) disappears into the crowds of bodies, looking for someone to dance with or something to drink (Or someone to drink, it’s interesting the number of people who have a thing for blood-sucking).

Logan disappears to the bar, there’s a young Warlock man serving, with sharp foxes ears peeking out from his messy brown hair. “One Bloody Mary coming up,” The Warlock chuckles, grabbing a blood bag from under the table and ripping it open “Enjoy your dinner Lo,”

“Thanks, Remy,” He chuckles, tilting the glass in his direction and downing the shot, throwing a twenty dollar bill on the bar “How’s Nexus holding up?”

“A couple of your boys trashed the place the other night, thought you might like to know, terrified our new bartender, honestly sweetie you need to put a leash on a couple of them,” Remy sighed as he poured Logan another drink. “Not that I blame you, of course, I don’t believe in the whole one Vampire represents them all, I think that’s why they don’t mind trashing my bar,”

“I’m sorry to hear that, I’ll see they get dealt with,” He downs the next shot, wiping his lips. Remy nods sincerely as the Warlock fixes himself a drink “Is he here yet?”

“Roman? No, he’s sorting something out, first night on the job and he’s already running around fixing some Shadowhunters’ problems, typical Nephilim,” He pauses “Speaking of my new Bartender, Logan meet Patton, Patton meet Logan,” A bouncy young man with a tuft of soft curly hair bounces on his heels, little bat wings fluttering behind his shoulders. Hanging off his arm with a dazed expression is none other than Virgil.

“I think I found an Angel Logan,” Patton giggles at the smaller boy, who blinks through lined eyes and leans on the bar.

“I can assure you no Angels went into the creation of me,” Patton offers with a smile, not unkindly. Remy bats a hand at Virgil and shuffles to sit next to his Vampire Companion.

“Stop harassing the bartender Virgil, he has a job to do and I’m pretty sure he doesn’t want you pointing anything at him - fangs or otherwise,” The Warlock giggles again as he grabs Logan’s empty glasses and cleans them, neither Logan nor Virgil miss the small wink he throws in the younger Vampire’s direction however. Logan sighs. “Don’t encourage him, he falls in love with someone new every day,”

A distant sound of applause startles the four as they turn around to see the doors opening “Sorry I’m late to my own party, where are the drinks?” The crowd disperses as a man comes walking through the door and towards the bar, from his head protrude ram’s horns that are a dark brown, patches of lighter speckles dancing accross them. “Remy! My favorite bartender, and you must be Patton, oh my, aren’t you adorable?”

“Is it flirt with Patton day? I am so going to have to fire you, I used to be the pretty one,” Remy sighs and pushes his sunglasses to the top of his head, revealing dark brown eyes. “Roman, what can I get you? No, let me guess, a bit of everything?”

“That’s the spirit,” Quite literally. Roman now, seems to notice Logan and Virgil and his lips quirk, “You, the pretty one, what’s your name,” Logan looks expectantly back at Virgil “No, you,” The vampire freezes a little, turning back with wide blue eyes as he pushes his glasses up his nose.

“Logan,”

“I’ll remember that for later,” Roman winks as he takes his drink off Remy, before turning his gaze to Virgil “And you, emo nightmare, what’s your name?”

“Virgil!” He responds enthusiastically, accepting a shot off of Remy and downing it. “Nice to meet you,”

“I like you that’s for sure, I don’t think I’ve ever seen a Vampire smile, have these two been sweetening you up?”

Logan snorts “Not unless you count the rather obvious heart eyes between him and Patton,” Roman chuckles and sips his drink elegantly, leaning back to cross one leg over the other with pursed lips.

“A Vampire and bat-boy, now that’s a story I’d read,” Patton grins, his eyes catching Virgil’s shyly, the Vampire leaned his head on his hand and stares warmly at the Warlock. Logan can’t quite resist rolling his eyes, and neither can Remy as he downs his own drinks.

“Can the two of you go be lovey-dovey elsewhere? I can manage the bar alone as long as I don’t have to puke on it,” The elder groans, batting them away “There you go, sweethearts,, fuck off,” Patton grabs a tray to go collect empty glasses and Virgil follows him like a lost puppy, the two remaining people study them for a moment, whilst Roman stirs his drink, but indeed Patton seems to be enjoying Virgil’s company.

“Patton is going to eat that boy alive,” The bartender mutters and Logan quirks an eyebrow “Poor choice of words, I know,”

“I was going to say that does sound like the Vampire’s job, or really whoever feels generous,” Roman looks up from his drink finally to throw a sultry wink at Logan, who was apparently having none of it. Remy laughs.

“Good luck cracking this one boss, it’s like trying to flirt with a locked door,” Logan gives a small smile at the younger, as he signals for another drink “Want something a bit fancier?”

“Why not?” He shrugs “It’s not as though I have much to do tonight,” Remy nods as he grabs another bag and few different types of syrups, grabbing a cocktail shaker that Logan assumes is for Vampires only.

“So, Logan, what’s your type?” The High Warlock starts bluntly “I could make a joke about how I’m horny,” He gestures to the horns on his head “But somehow I doubt you’re the type to appreciate such attempts at wit,” Logan has to admit, he cracks a smile, looking down at the glass that Remy is pouring his juice into.

“I don’t have a type,” He replies, shaking his head “And you would be correct in that,” Remy sighs at the two with a pointed look.

“Okay if you two need me, I’ll be over at the other end of the bar, okay?” He grabs his own drink and moves further down to flirt with a variety of Warlock men and women.

“Let me bit a little more blunt then, is your type men or women, or both or neither?” Logan laughs out of sheer disbelief, shaking his head as he took a gulp out of his drink.

“Men,”

“Great!” Roman grins as he uncrosses his legs and shifts his chair a little closer “You look like it’s been a while since you’ve had handsome men flirt with you,” He pauses for a moment “Or anything at all if I’m honest, you sit like someone has a rod shoved up your backside,”

“Maybe I’m into that,” Logan deadpans, realizing he’d never quite wanted to be able to get drunk so much in his life. “Posture is important,” “Sure if you work in accountancy, you’re a Vampire Logan, you're allowed to have fun,” He squints “Or are you one of those Vampires? WIth a tragic past and trust issues?” He pouts jokingly but when Logan stiffens he realizes he might’ve made a mistake “Ah, shit, sorry, I’m told my mouth run’s away on me,”

“I was half expecting you to follow that with ‘but it can run away on you too,” Logan mutters, offering a small smile of forgiveness to cover up the fact Roman had in fact, struck a nerve.

“Well darling, if you want it too,”

“Call me darling again and I’ll rip your jugular out with my teeth,”

“Kinky, I like that,” Logan sighs at the Warlock, watching the way his head tilts and he bounces in his chair just slightly. He doesn’t look a day over twenty-two, bronze skin and dark eyes, slicked back dark hair. He wonders how old he really is, his eyes look like they’ve seen more than his flirtatious playboy attitude suggests. The Vampire hates that he’s so intrigued.

“You’re insufferable,”

“No I like to suffer, I’m a masochist,”

“Good job I love to inflict pain,” He also hates the newfound tension in his muscles and the dryness in his mouth, something animalistic reaching through his brain as he looks at the other. He hates desire, and he hates that he desires to know more about this childish man with a lot of power, and why he looks so tired behind the smiles and flirting.

“Now that does sound good, are you going to drink me, dry Vampire?” Logan’s gaze turns a little stern, his logical brain switching on in time to chastise the Warlock “Right, of course, the peace treaty, I would love to consent to that, however,”

“Warlock blood does strange things to Vampires, I’ll pass,” He sips his drink “How old are you?” Roman quirks an eyebrow, not the question he was expecting but he’ll take what he can get from this alluring man.

“Six hundred and sixty-two,”

“Looking quite young for such an old man,” Logan chuckles “I’m turning ninety this year, you’re old enough to be my great great grandfather,” Roman laughs, and it really is a nice sound; loud, brash, unresigned. It’s the laugh of a man who had taught himself to laugh in times when he didn’t think he could. A man who was unapologetic about his happiness.

Most Warlocks have some form of tragic backstory, even the young ones at a hundred years old, but it had only been recently that Warlocks had been able to hide from the Human world, and the Human world never took kindly to their kind. “So, what have I got to do for your time, Logan? How can I make a pretty Vampire smile?”

The lips of the younger quirk ever so slightly “You don’t,” Roman laughs again as finishes off his drink, standing up as he brushes off his white shirt, holding a hand out to the younger man.

“Care to dance?” Logan raises an eyebrow, glancing into the moving bodies; somewhere he can see Patton and Virgil having the time of their lives, but Logan was neither of those people. He doesn’t do “Time of his life,” He looks up at Roman’s expectant grin and sighs as he takes his hand, regretting his decision almost immediately.

The Vampire has to admit dancing is not his strong suit, however with Roman’s hand in his he feels somehow more powerful. He doesn’t miss the envious looks being sent his way as his body is pulled against the other’s, he doesn’t miss the stares and half glares or how people make extra room for them.

Logan hates attention. Roman craves it.

But he cracks a smile as the other man twirls him around and he wonders why he hated this so much in the first place. Once the night turned into morning, some of the Warlocks started to disperse and not many Vampires had turned up, not many other Downworlders permanently turned up except for the important ones who had come to scout out the new High Warlock.

Logan notices Virgil lying on the couch, Patton lying on his stomach with his eyes closed, little wings tucked around the small man’s body. For once, Virgil actually looks content to sit still and stare, a warm expression on his face. “Care to join me for a smoke?” Logan nods at Roman, tearing his eyes away from the two whilst trying to decipher the tug of sadness he appeared to be feeling.

They stood on the balcony, watching the city lights as Roman places a small cigar between his lips and sparks the engraved steel lighter in his hand. His movements are fluid and careful as he watches the end burn, clouds of smoke escaping from his mouth as he took a few quick puffs to ensure it was lit. The lighter clicks shut and Roman looks out at the city beneath him.

The music plays gently through the room, softer now in the early hours of the morning as Roman places his hand on Logan’s. “You intrigue me,” The man tilts his head and studies him “You smile but it’s not really a smile, you’re not really happy you’re just...humoring people,” The Vampire blinks and takes the cigar from him with a deep inhale. The smoke washes back over his lips and dissolves in the air.

“I am happy, sometimes, I’m just not very good at showing it,”

“Who did you lose?”

Logan blinks at Roman, and he realizes the Warlock is not being nosy, he’s looking for someone who understands. “I had a wife, she was my best friend even if I could never romantically love her,” He hands the cigar back “You?”

“My mother,” Logan nods, he’d expected as much; when new fledglings come in their mother’s are the first people on their mind. He didn’t miss his mother all that much, she hadn’t been a kind woman. “Dance with me,” Logan allows himself to be lead, stood on the balcony with Roman’shand on his waist, the other holding his hand. The cigar burned smoke and Logan rests his head on Roman’s.

People get comfortable in their loneliness, I think. As Logan slowly realizes that his sadness should not prevent his happiness, he realizes this too. He’d gotten so comfortable in his lonely that he’d given up trying to be anything else. He sways to the music with the Warlock, and through the window, he sees Virgil glance up at them and smile.

“Will I see you again?” Roman asks gently, his mouth resting by Logan’s ear in a way that sends shivers running down his spine like electric shocks.

“If you want too,”

“I do,”

As the night lights of the city sparkle in the dark, Logan knows that this man is going to someday mean a lot to him; and for once, it might be someone he can’t lose. Their silhouettes blur against the sky as the lights start to switch off around the city and the stars in the sky shine with warmth for two immortals and their story.

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Dandy And The Jet 🚀 [2] Bar Fights, Baby!

- Space Dandy x reader -

[part 1] [part 3]

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After transported from Dr. Gel's ship, I finally reached the targets next location. Looking around my surroundings, apparently, this Dandy guy was on his way to some sleazy alien bar.

Walking straight to the front door, the locals surrounding the place here were as shady as they come. Cheeky con aliens looking for their next sucker, prostitutes out in the open without a care in the world, muscular alien bikers that were almost seven feet tall who meant business and I mean really mean it!

The inside of the bar was warm but almost lack oxygen with so many creatures inside because of the insane amount huddled together like sardines, a human-like me wouldn't be noticed right off the bat. Unless I tried to engage in conversation with anyone. The floor was sticky - I swore some large blue alien got knocked over and couldn't get his face off the tile when he landed face first.

Luckily, a few seats in front of the bar itself weren't taken. I sat down. Once I did, a tall slim pink alien woman with three tentacles came to my seat. She was friendly but frightening to look at first glance. She brightly smiled at me with multiple small sharp rows of dark yellow teeth.

I ask for a simple Flaming Indigo, it was this purple colored alcoholic beverage that I kinda enjoyed to pass the time. It tasted of grape soda and coke and a hint of strong cinnamon from the fire that lit up before you drank it.

The barista served my drink in a matter of seconds. I stared down at the purple fizzles inside the cup and gulped it down. I asked to keep them coming while waiting for this Space Dandy.

What felt like hours, I told the alien barista to cut it with the drinks for a bit. A couple of people left the bar, so it was down to a fair few, no more crowds bumping into.

I heard the door sway open, I saw what it appeared to be him. Large slicked back pompadour, sideburns, varsity jacket, metal soles that clink. Just like Dr. Gel described.

The others were I'm guessing his group, a Betelgeusian and a small two-wheeled robot.

I tried to lay low, not seem like I'm staring at them so closely. Instead, I tried to stare down at my half-empty glass. I heard footsteps approach next to me unexpectedly, it was him and his crew. Dandy sat next to me, unaware I was next to him.

"I can't believe that the alien we caught was just some shape-shifter!" hearing the alien cat groan in stress. Dandy shook off his complaint. "Eh, it happens. Hey waitress! How about a drink for my pet over here!" Dandy cried out. "Hey! I'm not your pet!" I heard right after.

Dandy laughed it off and stopped suddenly. "Hey, do you by any chance have a locator with ya, mine kinda broke." I almost choked on my drink.

"Are you talking to me?" I asked, puzzled."Yeah, sorry for scaring you like that, hun." Did he just call me hun? Oh well, just play along.

"Than yeah, I have one."

"Oh sweet! See Meow, our luck is turning after all!" He moved his excitement to his cat friend. His friend named Meow just rolled his eyes in response.

"Any drinks your interested in this afternoon, sir?" The waitress from early asked. "Uhh, yeah.." Dandy was looking around until he spotted my drink.

"I'll have what she's having!" He pointed at me. I looked at him as though he was crazy. He saw my reaction, "You don't mind, right?"

Keeping my cool all I can say was, "Not at all." Showing a warm smile. "Cool." He said simply right after.

Before the waitress passed his drink, I felt a large figure approaching us. Stomps were vibrating the ground and our drinks. I was hesitating on fighting whoever was asking for it...

The stomps stopped right behind Dandy. My eyes cornered seeing a large red-orange alien, their hair was in a Mohawk, cliche I know but true. And judging by the black leather coat, he was one of the fearsome, tough bikers from outside.

"Excuse me, but your sitting in my seat.."

I heard Dandy's crew were freaking out in the sidelines, praying for Dandy not to die. I'm guessing they were thinking of either running away to the ship or stay and watch their leader get beaten to a pulp. Either way, something bad was about to unfold.

Dandy didn't even look back at the guy, he just sipped his drink without care! He probably thought he was some alien, but I think the logic would judge by the raspy voice that this large guy had was no one to fuck with. I'm gonna take a short wild guess that Dandy isn't exactly the smartest in the crew.

Crap.

"Sorry, but I took this seat first." Dandy, not sure if this is the time to act high and mighty. If he saw who he was talking to, he probably would've given up his seat in a matter of seconds.

The biker alien grabbed Dandy by the shoulders, hoisted him up like it was nothing. Turn his small form around to see a close up of his face. And being the few people who got a front-row seat, that was a face only a mother could love...

I couldn’t let Dandy die. I had to bring him to Dr. Gel or Admiral Perry alive. But that would mean I would have to break my nice, human attitude loose now if I really wanted him alive at the end of this task. Oh, fuck this.

I looked at my drink and saw it was empty now. Right on time.

I stood from my seat, smashed the rim of the glass on the hard bar counter. I took the now open sharp glass and used it to stab the alien biker on its thick skull. A bit over the top and extreme but punches wouldn’t get this guy to loosen Dandy.

It winced in pain and let go of Dandy, dropping him on the floor. As the large alien was crying in pain and trying to yank off the glass cup off his skull, I kicked as hard as I could on his side and made him fall onto the three tables that were next to him. Making it hard to get back up, and giving me some time to drag Dandy and his crew to safety.

"Come on you idiot!" He looked at me shocked, so did his friends but I didn't care. Getting impatient, I just grabbed both his hands to get him up faster. Pulling him away from the bar, his crew followed along by his cat friend holding that small robot from earlier and running behind me.

I quickly turn to Dandy as we were running. "Where’s your ship!" I urgently asked him. He was studdering at first but quickly regained his composure. "It's over there!" He pointed a few feet away which looked like a lot when running away from a huge biker alien that was capable of whatever the fuck, which I did not plan on finding out!

It was the large yellow canoe ship of some sort. I immediately pushed all three inside the ship and went straight to the now-closed front window, seeing the alien running toward us with that a glass shard still in his skull. How the hell is he still able to walk after that?!

I immediately turned my head to Dandy, seeing him still lounging on the floor. "We gotta move!" He and his crew looked at me in question. I jumped onto the main seat, good thing I at least knew the basics of piloting a ship, like when to go fast as you can as a huge alien is chasing us down as we speak!!

"Listen, lady, I--!" Before Dandy could finish his sentence, the front of the ship was forcibly grabbed suddenly. I saw that the biker from earlier was holding a grudge and wouldn't give up on it.

"Oh geez! He caught us like we're fish or something!" The alien cat cried out. “EEEE!!" The tiny robot cried after in autotune.

"Relax, I got this!" I immediately tried engaging the boosters as much as I can so this guy can let go as we rocket the fuck outta here. I concentrated until it was the right the time to let go and having all the booster bars full. Hearing Dandy and his crew telling me to hurry up because the alien was trying to break the glass frame.

Two bars, Meow was crying out and holding the robot.

Three bars, Dandy was crying out and tried to force me to start the ship now.

Four

Five, I blasted the ship right into the billboard sign, where that alien got impacted onto in seconds. We finally made it through. I heard silence now, guess it was lecture time. I put the ship on autopilot and faced Huey, Dewey, and Louie.

"What?" I asked them. Dandy seemed more offended than the other two. "What'ya mean what? No stranger is allowed to use the ship unless it's QT our robot here."

"You do remember that I saved you, right? You know, thanks for saving me from a seven feet tall alien that could've beaten me in juices." I defended myself.

"See Meow, this is exactly why I rarely take women in my crew unless I'm doing them in the behind." Meow and QT were looking back and forth to each other, back to Dandy.

"I don't know man, I mean she did save you, we saw it," Meow said simply. "Adding on, she has sharp and quick combat skills that none of us have in this group." QT agreed.

Dandy looked at them as though they were entirely different people. "Crew meeting now!"

Meow, QT and Dandy went to a different room. You were still standing in the pilot room, looking where the ship will take next.

"What exactly are you two saying by 'group' and 'adding'?" Dandy asked, directly at QT who he quoted said line. QT responded. “I'm saying she would be a great addition to the crew, no offense Dandy, but when was the last time you shot anything with that ray gun of yours?" Dandy felt offended. How can QT bring up his poor marksmanship like that, especially since he would assume that she would be better at shooting than he would!

But, that robot is right. She would be a good use for the team for a little while... Dandy thought.

"Yeah, I like her!" Meow jumped in. "She seems cool and did you see how badass she was when she saved you from that guy! We thought you were gonna die this time."

It's so nice to know that my crew did not think I would live today.

"Alright, alright, cool it!" Dandy said to pipe them down. They looked at Dandy, waiting for what he was gonna say next.

Maybe it was time to finally have a female member in the group. Meow and QT seemed esthetic about her being here already, Other than Dandy kind of. Dandy just looked back in the small window seeing her.

She was good at starting Aloha Ole with no hesitation, and she saved my ass back there, and hot while doing it.

Although now that I'm looking at her backside a bit, she does have a body that she's comfortable with having. I'd give her booty a 7/10 at most. Something that I wouldn't mind looking at when bored but also wouldn't get too distracted by in a serious and tough situation.

What felt like painstaking minutes for Dandy to respond, he finally spoke.

“She...she can stay."

All three of them finally left the other room and went to where she was. Hands in Dandy’s pocket, sucking up with what he had to say but needed to!

"I'm sorry." Her eyebrows rose a little but not too much. "Miss, would you like to be apart of the Space Dandy crew?" Meow and QT were silently pleading in the sidelines.

Her face lit up a little bit. She mentally check-marked the first step of the mission. She never thought she’d get this far already, she mainly expected to stealthily east drop places to see them. But hey, crazy luck. Realizing they were waiting for a response, she spoke. "Alright, I always did wanted to be part of a crew." She shrugged.

Both Meow and QT wanted to celebrate that a new member was finally accepted.

Meow and QT cheered on and quickly had the idea of celebrating a new member for a 'celebration snack'?

They left soon after, meanwhile, she was left with Dandy alone, standing a few feet away from each other. Let awkward silence ensue.

"I'm sorry for saying that your a stranger and taking you from... behind." Dandy looked down, a little bit ashamed for what he said earlier. Not expecting Meow and QT to leave that fast.

"It's fine, I mean, I technically am a stranger to you guys and that last part is none of my business and I shouldn't judge you for that as a person." Someone that understands his pervy tendencies and is hot! Dandy actually doesn’t regret letting her stay now...

Before they can end this awkward back and forth conversation and calling it a night. Dandy forgot the crucial part of getting to know someone.

“By the way, I didn't catch your name?"

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moeruhoshi · 6 years

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Sequal to my first NaLu week tribute (ง🔥Д🔥)ง

http://moeruhoshi.tumblr.com/post/176069831029/its-nalu-week-so-i-wanna-share-something-i-wrote

^first chapter

Pairing: NaLu

Genre: Supernatural, Smut, Lowkey femdom, embarrassing ass shit, good eats

Rating: 18+

Words: 7,055

Lucy groaned as she blinked her weary eyes, slowly waking up and stretching her arms above her head. She hissed as she turned onto her side, her hips remembering the stress of the night before marred her body with soreness. A rough hand gripped her waist, pulling her against a warm body, her mind thrumming with the thought of the man that laid beside her.

"I lost control last night, didn't I?" She groaned into her pillow, pulling her blanket to hide her face as she flushed at the memories.

"You have no idea how fucking delicious you smell right now, Luce," Natsu growled, his eyes boring into hers as he hungrily abused her inner thigh with his sharp teeth. Lucy licked her lips, savoring the light onset of his kisses, running her fingers through his sweat-drenched hair.

"H-Hurry up, you demon..."

"With what, Lucy?" His voice was rough, her legs quaking as Natsu neared her dripping core at a tantalizingly slow pace. She tossed her head to the side, her back arching as Natsu bit her softly. "What do you want?"

She fisted his scalp and pulled him away from her, forcing him onto his back as she crawled over his frame. Natsu grunted huskily as she caged his head in between her thick thighs.

"You're messing with an impatient woman." She grinned wildly as he purred, his hands gripping her hips and relished in the delicate feeling. He smacked her ass with an erotic force, gripping the creamy skin of her behind as he dipped his tongue into her honey center. She clutched her breasts as she moaned, bucking her hips wantonly. He swallowed and lapped obediently, his mouth full of their mixed juices.

She blushed at the remembered scene, when had she ever been so dominant? She wasn't sure, but she wouldn't mind being in control again. Lucy shook her head of that embarrassing thought and turned onto her other side to get a closer look at her pink haired playmate. His arm still draped over her, she was practically pressed against his chest as she met with his closed eyes, surprisingly long lashes, and ruffled bed hair. She giggled as she watched him drool, noting that whatever kind of sex monster she was with last night, had a surprisingly adorable side. Maybe she hadn't really taken in his looks before, when they spoke at the bar, she could barely keep her eyes off the floor. And when they danced, she knew that her vixen had taken over for its long-awaited meal, she knew it wouldn't be paying attention to detail. While they had made endless love, there wasn't anything more than the heat of his eyes she could properly remember. Aside from the delicious ways he marked her body. (She'd never forget those).

Lucy sighed as she laid her head against his chest, reveling in its tautness, dragging a finger in the ridges of his defined arm muscles. She hadn't realized how she missed waking up next to someone. She had been with Dan far longer than she should have been, there was no way in hell she missed that freak, but she missed little things like this, not that Cana so graciously tried to fill that void for the blonde. She just liked the pure feeling of another close to her since she had been so starved for attention as a child. She was grateful for what Natsu had given her again and would be disappointed when he was to wake up and leave. This is why she didn't do one night stands, they were too hard on her heart. Even though she would enjoy more meals this way.

Although, she did have some questions to ask before letting him leave. She was referring to what precisely the pink haired demon was doing, drinking her dry like that. She could live without blood, she really only needed sex to power herself, so she hadn't minded when he did. She was surprised to find out she had really hooked up with another supernatural, one would usually be able to see these kinds of things beforehand. Maybe she had been more drunk than she thought.

She yelped suddenly, Natsu's arm pulling her flush against him, his lips ghosting against her forehead. "You stare too much, ya know."

"O-Oh sorry, I didn't know you were awake…" She laughed nervously, gulping as he peeled away from her, his hidden eyes now blinking down at her. Their deep onyx color sprinkled with emerald flakes surrounding his pupil astonished her, she had never seen such a beautiful color in someone's eyes before.

"Well, you've been squirmin' around and gigglin' on your own there for a while so I didn't think I should interrupt." He smirked as she blushed, wiping the drool from his cheek. She liked his dialect, it was rare for her to hear someone speak so informally, especially with the way she was brought up.

"S-Sorry about that," Lucy said shyly as the two continued to stare at one another, the air still for a moment as they took in the appearance of one another.

"What are you?" Natsu asked suddenly, breaking the silence between them. She was about to ask the same thing.

"A succubus," She said as she tucked a strand of her hair behind her ear, the color of her cheeks failing to extinguish as his eyes widened. "Purebred."

"Eh, I didn't think there were any pure breeds left lyin' around Magnolia. Sure does explain a lot of last night, you're one wild girl." Natsu snickered as she pouted, slapping his chest lightly.

"I'm not usually like that, thank you very much… It had just been a while since I let myself eat properly is all." She huffed as his laughter died down.

"You don't feed yourself? Sheesh, makes sense why I was gettin' low on energy for a little while there." He hummed, one hand coming to caress my cheek as he stared absently at her.

"W-Well, what about y-you, Mister Drink-Me-Dry?" Lucy stuttered at the warm feeling of his palm, she was seriously acting like a high schooler right now.

"Half-dragon, half demon." He shared with a grin, red scales flashing against the side of his for a moment before disappearing.

"Oh, that's a rare crossbreed." She took slight delight in the short appearance of his transformation, she would have loved to see more. "How interesting…"

"Not as interesting as you, Miss Sex Eater, I was wonderin' why your eyes looked different this morning." He said, leaning in to get a better look at the brown orbs. "How can you survive without blood anyways?"

"Obviously because I'm a s-sex eater." She muttered and crossed her arms as he pulled his hand away. "You gave me enough energy to sustain myself without it."

"Wow, so this is like a two-way street, huh? I can snack all I want on ya, and you can get all the sex you need from me." He said with a proud grin as if the idea hadn't wholly mortified the blonde.

"E-Excuse me?! How could I agree with something as vulgar as that?!" She guffawed, springing up from her place beside him. His grin grew for a moment as he eyed her body, her hand instantly moving to cover herself with the blanket.

"This way I don't have to mess with the humans, and you don't have to go around starvin' yourself and lookin' for the next best dick. Trust me, you won't find someone who can keep up with you like I do." He reasoned, his gross logic somehow making sense to her. She did like feeling at her one hundred percent again, and she definitely enjoyed the sex with Natsu, but they were immortal. Was it smart to attach herself to someone like him?

"I don't even know you, Natsu." She huffed, scooting to sit against her wall so she could align her back properly. "A-Anyways, we don't love each other either."

"We've literally got all the time in the world. I'm sure I can get you to look my way." He rolled his eyes as he sat up. She giggled slightly at his words, trying not to make it obvious that she was staring at his chest. Goodness did her other side know how to pick 'em. He even had battle scars, she was weak for battle scars.

"I'll think about it… though I might not be against it." She said with a fake glare, Natsu's features suddenly filled with a boyish grin spreading across his face. "...You sure don't seem like the same person as you were last night."

"Well, that's because I was on the hunt, weirdo. I'm not always trying to stalk and sex up a girl." He scoffed, making her blush for the umpteenth time. Would it be so wrong to seriously consider such an arrangement with a total stranger...? Especially one that often made it his pass time to eat random women. She wasn't the type to take risks like this out of nowhere, but he was stupid good at making her feel stupid good, and she knew she was undeniably hooked on that stupid good feeling.

"I suppose I should shower now, I'm still a bit sticky from last night." She said as she crawled past him, pulling the blanket with her.

"You know I've seen you naked, right? No need to be embarrassed." He chuckled, his manhood now on full display as he crossed his legs. She unconsciously licked her lips, it was hard not to appreciate what was right in front of her.

"I-I just think things might start up again if you see me." She answered honestly, turning to go into her bathroom. Natsu quickly grabbed the end of the sheet before it slipped off the bed and yanked it away, leaving the poor Heartfilia girl exposed to the air.

"You might be right," The deep growl in his voice had returned as he stared at her delicious and embarrassed state. "You look all kinds of tasty in the daylight."

"D-Don't say that!" She whined as she walked swiftly into her bathroom, her hips swaying a bit more than usual. She could feel it rising like bile as she shut the door, Mavis did she want to toy with him. Her more rational thoughts were saying to actually sit down and have a meal with this guy before she made any decisions to have a sleeping arrangement with him, but Maaaavis did she want him! She tried to shake her head of these thoughts as she turned on the water, flushing her face with cold water to wake herself up from her lame ideas. She washed the dried love juice from her inner thigh, some still fresh inside and flowing down into the drain. What she wouldn't give for another creampie… She often became obsessed with semen, it was like a light snack for her kind. Any amount would be simple enough to push her into overdrive, and Mavis, she was getting there. Her skin crawled with sudden chills, her body shifting into a more sensitive one, her tongue out and panting as she rubbed her legs together.

"I can smell that, missy! You sure you don't want me takin' care of that for you?" Natsu called from the bed, her cheeks burning as she weakly fell against her shower wall. Dammit. Though it's not like it was all bad, she wouldn't have to clean up their mess if they were screwing around in the shower.

"H-Hurry up…!" She cried, her mind falling victim to her better instincts to devour the boy. She really couldn't stop herself once she got going...not that she wanted to either way.

Natsu pushed open the door with a slight force, his eyes grinning as he pulled open the glass door to her shower and stepped in. The water splashed against his thick chest, rolling down and coating the rest of his body with lukewarm water. She bit her lip eagerly as he took her in both arms, one hand reaching to caress her cheek while the other gripped her lush bottom. His hips ground against hers with mouth-watering friction as he lowered his head to allow their lips to hover over one another.

"I knew you couldn't resist, slutty girl." Her heart pounded at the nickname, oh was she a fan of nicknames now. He hungrily pressed their lips together, her arms wrapping around his neck to push herself into him even further. Her mouth ached for his tongue, greedily pulling it in as their bodies fell into rhythm. She moved her tongue fervently down his body, her target his growing hard-on that began to drip beads of precum. She licked her lips as she held his shaft, lips pressing against the pink head as she begged for the meal hidden within him.

"Oh already? You move fast when you're horny." Natsu grinned as she swallowed him, her eyes glued to his as she bobbed her head up and down. She couldn't help herself, it had been too long since she had fed so pleasantly, she wanted the food she didn't know she had missed. He groaned as she teased her way down his cock, her lips wrapping around his groin as she delighted herself from his constant gasps and moans. His hand fisted her hair roughly as she moaned against the tip of his member, thrusting sadistically into her mouth again. Her eyes watered, watching his dark eyes and sharp snarl as he finished himself off against her tongue. Now that was what she wanted. She happily drank his spunk as he pulled his dick from her warmed cavity, her tongue reaching for what still stuck to him. Kissing up his waist, she mewled wantonly, her lips caressing his nipple as he panted, eyes hungry for him.

"I want more, Natsu~" She whined, flashing a sultry look at him as she lapped lightly against the pink bud, tweaking the other slightly. "You can give me more, right?"

"You're gonna get it alright." He growled, pushing her away and forcing her against the tile wall. She mewled as his tongue splayed against the plain of her back, his teeth nibbling softly into her skin as he trailed down her body, his lips stopping to kiss and suckle the sensitive spots he had marked last night. She moaned as he especially paid attention to her delicate behind, massaging and spanking her smutty ass in efforts to rile her up. Though he knew if he weren't reliving her soon, she would gladly force him down to get his mouth to comply. Which he rather enjoyed the few times she had last night.

"N-Natsu…!" She cried as he drank her indulgent honey, hands spreading her thighs apart as he feverishly attacked her pleasure center. He smacked her supple behind, greedy for more of her lewd sounds. The back of his head tapped lightly against the wall she was pressed against as Natsu maneuvered into a new position. He sat with his legs crossed, holding Lucy's open as he pulled her away from the wall, watching as she bit her lip at the sight of him in between her. He grinned as he spread her inner lips, his mouth watering at the sight of her dewy folds. Her eyes flashed hungrily down at him as he slowly dragged his tongue against her perverted core and latched his lips onto her bundle of nerves begging for attention. Lucy buckled at her knees, her hand going to fist his pink locks as Natsu helped keep her upright. He lapped salaciously as she writhed above him, his ears filled with the sound of her pleas for release and shudders of euphoria. She mewled as two digits were thrust into her, the movement of his tongue matching the friction of his fingers, the coil in her stomach tightening as his hand warmed up. Fuck, she forgot he could do that. Natsu grinned as she arched her back and held his head firmly in place as she came into his heated palm.

"You sure are sweet, Luce." He smirked, licking the sticky cream from his fingers as she watched him with the eyes he had already been well acquainted with. He might have developed a kink for pulling out this side of her.

"I'm starting to fall of that mouth of yours." Lucy sighed as she dropped into his lap, taking his hand from his lips to clean it herself. He grunted as her other hand gripped his newly formed boner, eyes locking with his as she continued to lap at her juices.

"You're really fired up, huh?" Natsu shuddered as his dick penetrated her folds, Lucy guiding it steadily into her.

"I can't help it," She moaned as his tip hit the deepest part of her, the demon surrendering as Lucy began to move on her own. "Your body is such a turn on."

Natsu was silenced by the fierce onslaught of her lips, his spirit grinning as she ground down on his cock. His throat rumbled with carnal lust as she bounced on his lap, his canines gripping her bottom lip to draw out what blood had regenerated in her. The red liquid slowly filled his mouth as their spit swapped, slowly refilling his energy and the desire to give the girl what she had asked for. Natsu latched onto the sensitive crook of her neck as his hands gripped her soft hips eagerly before pounding into her suffocating folds. Natsu took an obsessive delight in seeing her ahegao as he rammed wildly into her. The water from the showerhead continued to soak the two, creating a wet heat Natsu was able to manipulate between them. He felt the fire in his belly dancing dangerously within him, the dragon side he often suppressed while with a woman was attempting to take control and ravage the slutty girl begging for her ache to be relieved. His lips captured her pert nipple, Lucy gasping as she finally received the attention her breasts were craving. He felt his eyes slip into their counterpart as her scent filled his head as well as the sight of her wet eyes and drooling mouth. He dropped a hand to pleasure her sex as he continued to toy with her soft globes and thrust hungrily into her. Natsu wasn't dumb when it came to how he felt or what his body was telling him, although there were a couple of people he knew that would claim otherwise, it wasn't long after Natsu learned that Lucy was a supernatural as well, that something inside him wanted her. And he knew he'd have her.

"I-I-I'm…! N-Natsu…!" He was rough with her as she neared her climax, her mind filling with his endless drilling and torture against her most sensitive place. Natsu's groan was drowned out as Lucy recaptured his lips, the pink haired demon releasing his seed vigorously and chain reacted the blonde's orgasm. Her release came roughly as his cum coated her inner walls and fed her thirsty body, the vixen disappearing from her pupils as Natsu's last shot of his spray filled her womb.

"You alright there, Luce?" Natsu hummed as he removed himself, her head resting on his chest for a moment.

"Just wrapping my head around what we just did," She sighed, spirits lifting as Natsu let out bubbly laughter.

"You shouldn't feel bad, y'know. You were hungry, yeah?" He smiled as she looked at him with a pout.

"I don't think that really excuses my behavior…" She whined, pushing herself out of Natsu's hold.

"You're allowed to feed from me all you want, ya weirdo. Didn't I say my body was yours?" He smirked as she blushed, biting her already healed lip as she looked at him.

"I suppose this arrangement might not be all bad then," She humphed, her cheeks flushing a brighter red as she felt Natsu's semen begin to flow out of her.

"We should get cleaned up now. Otherwise, I might get hot again lookin' at you waste all that good honey." He snickered as she glared at him, standing up to help her to her feet.

~000~

"So, what were you thinking about that got you all worked up again? Last night I hope." His grin pulled across his features as she rummaged through her drawers to find the clothes Juvia's boyfriend usually left behind when he visited.

"What if I was?" She flushed at her words, peeking at his wild smile, shivers trailing down her back. Were demons always this sexy? She wished she knew before spending so much time looking for men on the pure side of her kind. He growled happily and licked his lips, enjoying the sight of her wrapped tightly in a towel.

"Say stuff like that, missy, and I'll fuck you real good all over again." The roughness of his voice excited her, she could feel the intensity of her other side trying to break through again with such a simple sentence. She shook her head to rid of the thoughts, pushing the clothes she found for him into his chest.

"Q-Quit that! I don't want us to start all over again." She huffed as she absentmindedly dropped her towel and began to slip on her underwear in front of her new (sex) partner.

"You say that, but you're letting me see all the good work I did." He smirked at the sight of the various love bites coating her body, her behind also red and riddled with marks from his earlier torture.

"I-I just wasn't thinking!" She yelped, frazzled as she forgot her bra and slipped a loose tank top on along with a random pair of cloth shorts that hugged her behind.

"It's not like I'm plannin' to attack ya, Lucy. I know you'll do that all on your own if you want me." He grinned his stupid boyish grin, examining the items I had given him, his nose turning up at their scent.

"Oh, those just belong to a friend, he has a stripping problem, so I'm always finding his stuff around my apartment after he visits. But don't worry, I washed them." She said, noticing he was hesitant to wear the boxers.

"I wouldn't be surprised you know that idiot ice for brains," Natsu mumbled, tossing the underwear on the floor as he put on the sweatpants and t-shirt he held.

"Eh? You know Gray too? I've only met him a few times, my friend thinks we'll steal him from her if he spends too much time with us." I laughed as Natsu pouted and crossed his arms.

"That freaky stripper is always following me around, makes sense I end up wearing his forgotten clothes." Natsu sighed, eyes following the blonde as she rung the water out of her hair with a towel. "I figured if you had anything lying around they would have belonged to that Dan guy."

"E-Eh?! How do you know about him?!" She asked anxiously, her cheeks rivaling the hair of a certain descendant of Athena.

"I overheard you and your friends at the bar," He chuckled as she puffed out her cheeks. "Who is he anyway? Someone you needed to forget with sex?"

"N-No! My friends just used him as an excuse to take me out… We broke up yesterday." She forced herself to say, her blush still remaining as the demon nodded his head.

"So how long did ya date his lame ass?" Natsu spoke with slight irritation in his voice, though unintentionally. The dragon in him had a problem with his women being handled by other men, he was a possessive creature after all. Lucy had really no idea what she had become wrapped up in.

"Four years, really it was nothing." She scoffed; a year was basically a month in human years, so she wasn't especially attached to Dan or anything. She had always seemed to end up with weird guys like him, Natsu was a nice change of pace she had to admit.

"I hope I at least did my job right and got you to forget about him," Natsu smirked as he wrapped his arms around her waist, indulging in how embarrassed she became when he teased her. He probably would never get tired of messing with her.

"...He's nowhere near your level…" She mumbled, batting her eyelashes shyly at him as the words rolled off her tongue. A happy growl vibrated in his throat at her words, he really had a hard time keeping his hands off this girl. Lucy shuddered slightly, knees weak from the sound of his growl. Why did she love it so much when he did that? Her vixen stayed tied in its place, but Lucy still felt the strong urge to kiss the demon that held her. Natsu seemed to be ready for it, his eyes glued to her puffy pink borders as he licked her lips. She sated her desire as she fell victim to the claim of his scorched lips…when did he push her against the wall? Lucy was weak to his warm palms roaming under her shirt as Natsu filled her with the taste of his tongue. She panted as he pulled away, his eyes now a striking gold, the shape of his iris thinner as well. Curious only for a moment as Natsu fondled her breasts and desperately marked her neck.

"Lulu-tan! I'm here to apologize! I didn't me-" Lucy's bedroom door swung open, immediately startling the two tangled up with each other. The brunette stood shocked in the middle of her room as Natsu wiped the trail of spit from his chin and Lucy quickly adjusted her shirt.

"Why the hell are you in my apartment?!" Lucy shouted angrily at the man in question, stepping around Natsu to stand in front of Dan, arms crossed, and her weight settled onto one hip.

"I remembered where you hid your key...Lulu, who is this man?" Dan glared at Natsu, the demon boy rivaling it with his own.

"That's none of your business, Dan. Just get out, we're not together anymore!" Lucy held her glare, her anger steadily rising because Natsu had been feelin' her up real nice just a second ago.

"Did this low-level demon brainwash you into falling out of love with me, Lucy?! He was violating your sacred body! A gentleman like me would never do something as impure as that to a princess like Lucy-tama! You've even marred her body with your indecency!" Dan spouted, puffing his chest out to try to intimidate Natsu.

"Eh? You wouldn't even do something as vanilla as that with Luce? No wonder she was starving, don't you know how to take care of a succubus? At least a low-level demon like me knows how to satisfy a woman. Those marks are proof of all the fun we had with one another." Natsu tsked, his dragon features leaking onto his face, red scales and the still present golden eyes staring down the descendant of Hephaestus.

"I challenge your filthy magic! I will free my Lucy of whatever evil spell you have her under and take her back into my lovi-" Lucy cut the swordsman off with a swift uppercut to his jaw, successfully knocking out the annoying brunette and calming the sudden humidity Natsu had caused as his body had begun to heat up.

"That's the last time I date someone through my father," Lucy grumbled as she hoisted the man onto her shoulder, leaving her room to roughly toss him out of her front door. "I'll have to get my locks changed too."

"Wow...I didn't know the power of a succubus was so great, you carried him like he was made of paper." Natsu whistled, leaning against the doorway of her bedroom, his scales still present but eyes back to normal. The red traveled down his arms as well, possibly lining other parts of his body too.

"That's mostly because I ate your energy, so I have your strength or at least a sum of it." Lucy shrugged as she moved to enter her kitchen, pulling open her fridge and sighing.

"Sorry, Dan is a complete idiot. He said something rude to you. He's a descendant of Hephaestus so you would think he had some sense of logic in that big head." Lucy pouted as the pinkette approached her a small smirk on his lips.

"As if that lame-o has any idea how great I actually am. There's no way he and his lame weapons could handle me when I take on my dragon form." He hummed, peeking into the fridge behind Lucy.

"Hoh, I'd love to see that fight actually. I'd pay good money for it." Lucy laughed as Natsu nudged her out of the way.

"We'll keep it in mind then if he gives us trouble again." Natsu laughed along with her. "You go sit down, I'll make you some breakfast."

"Eh? You can cook? You don't strike me as the type." Lucy mused, watching as he pulled out a few things from the groceries she had.

"I don't always like eating people, I'll have you know. Human food isn't bad, so of course, I learned how to cook." He stuck his tongue at her, making her giggle as she turned to wait on the couch in her living room.

"I'll leave it to you then, Mister Drink-Me-Dry."

~000~

"You really don't seem like the type to be able to make crepes, especially such fluffy ones…!" Lucy cried happily as she clutched her face with her hands, enjoying the strawberry and creme crepes Natsu had miraculously prepared.

"I guess you have more than one reason to keep me around then." He chuckled from his seat across the table, watching as she happily ate his food. Was it his goal in life to embarrass her? But she was already getting used to having such a warm face.

"I was curious about something, Natsu," Lucy said as she looked up from her plate, her nerves buzzing at the sight of his scales. She was weak she had to admit, she was the cliche faux innocent girl who couldn't keep her eyes the faux bad boy in front of her. You'd probably be able to get away with blaming her father for it. Angels and demigods never had cool transformations. "What happens to the girls you eat?"

"No one's asked me that question before," Natsu laughed, her eyes absently following the sharp points of his teeth. Was it safe to say she'd been a little obsessive? Probably, but she knew most of her ogling was due to prolonged starvation. Natsu was good eats, okay?! "It's like soul purifying? I pick those who didn't get cleaned properly, they need to get sent back down, ya get me? Their bodies usually turn to dust either way."

"E-E-Eh?! W-Why'd you pick me then?!" Lucy shivered as she clutched a hand to her chest, jumping as Natsu began howling with laughter again.

"Don't worry, not for your soul." He continued to laugh at the mortified look on her face.

"Your blood smelled really good."

"M-My blood..?" She cringed, picking back up her fork to slowly finish her food. "Well, what'd it smell like then?"

"Sweet, like strawberries. It's really thick too, so that makes it better." His foot lightly ran against her calf, a shiver crawling up her spine as she felt her other half wanting another round with him. How about next time she doesn't go on such a lengthy hunger strike, then maybe she wouldn't be so eager to jump on Natsu. His scales were definitely making her more eager.

"O-Oh that's interesting." She ignored the playful attempt from Natsu as she got up to put her plate in the sink. Lucy gulped as she felt the demon approach her from behind, his hands resting on her hips as his grin spread eagerly the tainted smell she gave off.

"I couldn't help but notice how you kept staring at my new look, Lucy." The blonde was hyper-aware of his bulge pressed against her, she licked her lips before looking over her shoulder, her body trembling at the addition of the golden horns curling out of the sides of his head. Fuck.

"I think it's...nice…" She feigned her innocence as she turned in his arms, holding a moan in her throat as his hard ridge teased her hip.

"Show me yours, won't you?" Lucy flushed as she softly pushed him away, moving out of the kitchen to lean against the back of her couch.

"That might be dangerous, Natsu," She laughed awkwardly as he followed her, his eyebrow quirking at her answer. "I haven't released that side of me in a long time."

"Awe, c'mon, what's the worst that could happen? Can't you tell that I want you?" His eyes flashed predatorily, the air thick with her scent. He loved that scent, he could practically taste her.

"You're responsible for whatever happens, I'm not good at turning back on my own." Lucy huffed, pouting as Natsu nodded and waited for her transformation. She let out a breath, her tense shoulders releasing their nervousness as she unraveled the chains that kept the vixen inside her tied down. Her clothes melted away, replaced by a thin black corset ending at her waist and cupping her breasts. Her shorts fading away into a low-rise lace panty attached to garters wrapping around her thighs. A heart tattoo sprouting small wings appeared below her navel and a thick leather choker bandaging her neck, her pointed tail growing from below her lower back.

Lucy mewled as she felt the onslaught of her heightened senses gripping her body, a smile crawling on her face as Natsu drank in her appearance. She shivered as his lips puckered lightly against her nape, his hands taunting the ticklish skin of her torso. Her fingers daintily maneuvered his chin, her tongue parting Natsu's puffy pink borders. She grinned as he buckled at his knees and fell to the floor, panting heavily as he grit his teeth.

"Sorry, Natsu," Lucy giggled as she moved the suddenly weak boy onto his back. "I wanted to be in control for a little while,"

"W-What'd you...ngh...d-do?!" Natsu choked out as Lucy lazily dragged her tongue along the ridge of his left horn; they were more sensitive than usual, his nerves were buzzing with an intense pleasure the succubus had fed him.

"I used a bit of my magic on you," She hummed, tapping lightly on her lips. "Doesn't it feel nice? Your body is reacting so well, I can smell your dick already, greedy dragon."

He snarled, slightly irritated he couldn't use his strength to toss Lucy onto her back and pump her full of his appreciation for calling him a dragon. Her mouth moved lewdly down his neck, marking him with the shallow bites and purple hickeys, his cock twitching in his pants from the light sensation of her torture trailing down his collarbone. She took sadistic delight in his powerless state as she pulled off his shirt, mouth watering at the sight of his pert and swollen nipples. Her tail swished behind her energetically as she watched him writhe, eyes glaring and back arching slightly as she prodded the heated nubs.

"Moan for me, won't you, Natsu? I want to hear you~" Lucy tempted the demon to further give in to her ministrations, licking her lips as his eyes followed hers, bathing the taut bud with her keen pink appendage. Natsu's canines gripped his bottom rim as he flinched, not used to affliction against his nipples. She bit faintly onto the throbbing peak, inwardly smiling as a groan verberated from his throat. He felt her magic overcoming his senses as he continued to let out winces and whinges, the ravenous pleasure pulsing through him and nearing him to his climax. Lucy's tail wriggled as it unsheathed his length from his pants, Natsu hissing as the cold air hit his fevered manhood. Her tongue tweaked his other nipple, eyes grinning as she suckled wickedly, his features twisting as his cum spurt onto his stomach without warning.

"L-Lucy...G-Goodness…" Natsu strained out, panting as he came down from his orgasmic high. Had he ever come from such simple stimulation before? It felt better than he would have figured, he wouldn't mind it if she were to do that again.

"How yummy," Lucy smirked as she moved down his body, cleaning the perverted juice from his abdomen. "Thank you for the treat." He jerked as her lips swallowed his still rigid shaft, sucking whatever else he had held on to.

"You're dangerous…" He sighed as she slipped off her panties and sat on her knees above him.

"Think you can handle a bit more?" She purred as he shuddered, her wet pussy sliding against his shameless rod. He bucked his hips and nodded, his body still racked with her liquid pleasure. Her eyes were excited as her tail wrapped around the base of his length, acting as a tight cock ring that forbade him from finding another release. Natsu hissed as she teased him with her movements, Lucy panting above him as she rode the slathered arousal. He groaned as he watched her massage her chest, grinding on his oozing cock. He was enthralled by her seduction, not used to the take over she had accomplished. His shaky hands fell to her hips as he whined, her movements quickening. He wanted to sheath himself in her and watch as she'd fall apart because of his rough touch. Natsu bucked his swollen head against her hardened clit and growled sinfully at the sight of her nearing orgasm. Lucy moaned as he flowed into her, her tight walls squeezing him as his thick member coaxed her to spasm wildly around him.

"F-Fuck…! Let m-me…! Luce…!" Natsu cried as she unraveled around him, thrusting into her as he heaved and emptied his spunk into her begging folds. Lucy mewled and drooped forward onto his chest as he slipped out of her, her regular clothes returning and replacing her slutty outfit as she reverted back to her previous state of mind.

"Now we have to clean up again." Lucy sighed as she rolled onto the floor beside Natsu, flushing at the sight of his wide grin.

"Works for me, you can do that to me again whenever you want, Luce," Natsu snickered, pecking her lightly on her forehead as he felt his strength return.

~000~

"You really didn't need to take me out, Natsu," Lucy huffed, feigning annoyance as he returned her to the front door of her apartment. She was glad the night was cold, giving her an excuse to wear leggings and a turtleneck dress to cover up all the bruises Natsu had left riddled on her.

"I'm tryna keep you for myself, ya know, so of course I'm gonna take you out. Let's call it a thank you for showing me so many sides of you today." Natsu chuckled as she blushed, his hands falling to her hips once more. She was starting to like the small tingle she got every time he did that to her.

"You don't have to try hard to get me...j-just saying." Lucy pouted, her lips curling into a small smile as Natsu bent down to offer her a chaste kiss. She savored the soft energy his lips provided for a short moment before he pulled away with a faint sigh.

"I think if I do any more than that we might get caught up in everything again." He laughed as she giggled and smiled as well.

"Y-Yeah,"

"Here's my card, give me a call whenever you want. I want to see you again as soon as possible. The reason doesn't matter, you can use me if you need to." He winked before turning to walk away, waving a hand as he did so.

"E-Eh?! I-I'd nev-" Lucy's words were cut short as she caught sight of her friends that had somehow mysteriously appeared beside her.

"Well no wonder she wasn't answering her phone all day," Cana whistled, snickering as Lucy's blush exploded on her face.

"He's so cute, Lu-chan! Were you together all day?!" Levy begged for information as she grabbed onto the blonde's arm.

"Y-Yeah, we just hung around." I shrugged, Cana and Juvia sharing a look and shaking their heads at the blatant lie.

"I hope he was a gentleman, after all, you just met last night." Erza huffed and crossed her arms.

"Oh no, he's actually pretty nice...we had a fun day." She bit back her heavier embarrassment as they all flashed information wanting looks. She definitely wouldn't give them all of the details.

"Let's get inside, you're spilling everything, Lulu," Cana said as Lucy hurried me to unlock her door.

"Ugh, don't even get me started."

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A tinny scream broke from the flickering screen before me and was answered by a more guttural one beside. I glanced over by the glow of the flatscreen just as Merrill buried her face in her hands.

“Tell me when it’s safe to look,” she gasped.

The Mistress of Ceremonies patted poor, shivering Merrill’s knee and assured her, “Don’t worry, Kitten. I will…ooh!” Isabela’s attention snapped back to the movie. The scythe wielding maniac swung his weapon of choice hard through the neck of the corrupt mayor, blood splattering against the screen in response. Merrill whimpered at the squishy sounds, but dutifully kept her eyes locked away behind her palms.

Leaning back on the couch, Isabela crossed her legs loosely so the knee butted against mine. Even with only the low light of the old exploitation film I could read on her face that she did it on purpose. Well, two could play at that game. Yanking my wine glass off the table, I took a slow sip and balanced the bottom on her lower thigh. Rather than get a cross reaction, Isabela scooted an inch closer to me.

“Oh come on!” Aveline, perched upon the edge of the only recliner in Isabela’s den, shouted at the shoddy movie. “What is she doing?” she exasperated at the requisite heroine screaming her head off and running up the stairs.

“Does the battering ram not approve?” Isabela baited Aveline, her eyes burning into the woman still in her uniform.

“Of you? Never. Of this movie… No one is this idiotic. Who runs higher into a house when there is a means of escape right beside you? It is a wonder this woman made it past the age of five.”

“It’s a movie, Aveline,” I tried to intervene before any potential fight broke out. This was one of Isabela’s favorites in a long list of exploitation and gore films, though she didn’t seem too perturbed by Aveline’s criticism. With one hand wrapped motheringly around Merrill’s shoulders, Isabela tipped her beer back until it was perpendicular with the ground.

A snort broke from the critic and she shook her ginger head. “Call. The. Police! There is a phone right beside you! I cannot understand this. Why, in these kinds of movies, do they never think to get in contact with emergency services?”

“Because it’d end the movie faster?” I threw out, wincing as Isabela placed the empty beer bottle on the table.

She swiped at the side of her mouth and pivoted towards Aveline. “What good would the cops do? Whenever one of your kind is on screen they always wind up butchered like a hog and strung up by their intestines. Plus, the brain dead fools never believe there’s a killer on the loose until their own head’s got a candle shoved up the neck hole to make a Cop O’lantern.” Isabela flashed her teeth while grinning wide, “Trick or treat.”

Aveline scowled at the thought, but returned to the movie. We fell silent watching the point of view footage of someone running hell bent through trees. “Can I look?” mewled Merrill.

“You’re good, Kitten,” Isabela said.

As she shed her protective fingers, Merrill smiled, “Oh good. That’s really rather pretty and…”

A severed hand came flying from off screen. Isabela quickly clamped her hand over poor Merrill’s eyes. “Sorry, forgot about that jump-scare. You okay?”

“Uh huh,” Merrill nodded dumbly, once again hiding behind her safety net.

“Why do you come to these if you don’t like scary movies?” I asked.

She shuddered, either from my line of questioning or the chainsawing and wood chipping going on on screen. “I like the movies. I just don’t like blood, or gore, or screaming, or scares, or monsters, or ghosts.”

“So…you hate everything about a scary movie but the fifteen minutes or so of plot exposition?”

Nodding her head, Merrill said, “But it’s a really exciting fifteen minutes.”

“You are…” I shook the thought away, not wanting to crush our little butterfly. “You do you, Merrill.”

Leaving Merrill to hunker down in her version of watching a scary movie, I nudged my shoulder against Isabela’s. She twisted her face towards me, her teeth flickering the reflection of the killer inching closer to a screaming woman. I leaned nearer as if to whisper something in her ear, when Isabela’s head snapped to the screen.

“Oh! Pointless panty shot. Everyone take a drink!”

Isabela passed me a shot glass already sloshing over with whiskey. Digging my toes into my shoes, I tipped it back. A burn gouged up into the sinuses. The alcohol chewed apart my throat better than the hell hounds from the first movie. Izzy took hers down fast, barely shaking off the pain. We both looked up to watch Aveline, still on the edge of her seat, tip her own shot glass back. She drank the rotgut as if it was water, her eyes peeled at the action.

Sharing a look, Isabela and I both shrugged.

“What about me?” Merrill called. She draped her entire forearm over her face and slapped her hand into the coffee table covered in glasses.

“Hold on, Kitten,” Isabela said. Picking up a shot glass, she placed it in Merrill’s hand. “Keep it steady,” she ordered and, instead of picking up the half empty whiskey bottle, Isabela hoisted up a bottle of grape juice. As she filled Merrill’s glass, she winked at me.

“There ya go, drink up.”

Merrill slammed it back as if she was the hardest drinker in the group. A giggle erupted from her juice shot and she burped. “Excuse me. I dare say I might be a little drunk.”

“You can always sleep it off in my spare bed,” Isabela said while corking the fake wine and hiding it where Merrill wouldn’t see.

“None of the liquor at the Hanged Man tastes as good as the stuff you get,” Merrill mused to herself, then she hiccuped. “Is it time for another shot?”

“Not yet,” Isabela said.

Turning away from them back to the movie, I scoffed as the heroine expertly cranked on a chainsaw. “I guess in between all of those virgin choir practices and perfect-attendance honor-roll studies she found time to take a ‘chopping off limbs with a chainsaw’ class.”

“What? You didn’t have those in high school, Hawke?” Isabela nudged me in the ribs, her forearm glancing against my breast. I assumed it an accident until I caught the sparkle in her eye. An idiotic grin tried to take my lips as I realized for all her shielding of Merrill, she wasn’t the one to catch Isabela’s eye.

“Hmph,” Aveline grumbled, shaking me from my observation. “It’d be more practical to cut the legs off at the thigh. Femoral artery, you fool!”

“Speaking from personal experience?” Isabela cut back with.

“No, only common anatomical sense.”

I sighed, “He’s an undead demon cast out of hell. They don’t bleed out. Probably don’t even have arteries.”

Aveline snorted at the thought, shaking her head from such nonsense. She was not one to give into fantasy without a lot of arguing. We damn near had to chain her down to watch part of Lord of the Rings, and she refused to believe that trees could ‘perambulate.’

“I don’t get why you watch these, Isabela?” Aveline turned to their ghost host.

“What’s not to love? The excitement, the blood, the screams, the naked women.” She swiveled her head to me and waggled her eyebrows at that one.

Aveline sighed, “Yes, and in all of these it’s the promiscuous tart who gets perforated through the ribcage first. Doesn’t seem like you’d last too long.”

I sat up higher, prepared to have to either pluck Isabela off Aveline or vice versa, but Izzy fell silent and contemplative. “It’s not really about the survivor at the end. They’re always dull as plastic silver. The real draw is the monster, someone who’s been wronged by the world, people, the devil himself. Who’s been tossed off, hated, feared its whole life, and finally takes the chance to get its revenge.”

Isabela turned to Aveline, the pair locked in a glare, “That’s what I really get out of these movies. The monster taking justice where there was none to be given.”

A smile twisted up Aveline’s lips as she digested Isabela’s thought. Hefting up her beer, she declared, “To justice.”

“To monsters,” I answered with, raising my own beer.

Isabela fished up hers and declared, “To getting my girls together to bring the bastards down.”

We all took a drink just as the heroine grabbed a revolver and fired once, causing the monster to slump to the ground. “Come on,” Aveline shouted at the TV, “empty your clip into it and…what are you doing? Don’t drop the gun! Get back there and finish the job!”

As she yelled at the movie for failing in logic, I turned to find Isabela watching me. “Do you like scary movies?” she whispered, her voice in that shed-all-panties range.

“Only if the monster’s really pretty,” I answered, leaning closer to her.

“Guys?” Merrill piped up from the end of the couch, “Can I look yet?”

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chestshot · 3 years

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Creature in the dark love to scare the little children. The grownups say a prayer, and the demons are forced to return to the shadow realm. Never get caught in a blackout. Some never find their way home. Come in as soon as the streetlights illuminate the path of the righteous. The beetles and moths have gathered in a procession, to welcome the night. “Where were you?” “I don’t know” was never the right answer. It is never going to be the right answer. “Stop crying. I’ll give you something to cry about.”

In this house, the belt and extension cords keep the disobedient in line. Sticks leave bruises. No Bueno. Back straight. “This is going to hurt me more than you.” I never understood that logic. “So why can’t I do it to you, like you did it to me?” “Porque yo soy la puta que te pario (because I am the bitch that birthed you). I’m doing this because I love you. Your soul is in danger.” We used to kneel on the bare floor covered in rice. We were made to carry these bags above our head for twenty minute and think about how we were not supposed to fight. She went easy on us this time. “Now kiss your sister and tell her you love her and you’re sorry.”

What is obedience, and what happens when it is forced? Believe in unity. Value brotherhood. Seize any opportunity to join hands. Even as the big hands crush the small hands, like a fist full of lavender flowers. Don’t think so hard. The guardians have done all the thinking for us. Some things do not need an explanation. Guardians discourage the children from scrutinizing every detail. All we need is to believe. Can’t we all just come together as one? If I wanted to find everlasting life, why did I have to lay it down to begin with?

The Knights of Columbus hosted Sunday breakfast every month. It was a fundraiser. As if the crusades did not provide enough funding. As if the parish had not given enough during the second collection. My mother would always hand me a folded dollar bill when the collection basket came by. It was a little secret between our Father and I (Mathew 6:1-4). I was planting a seed for his kingdom, and if we did not fork over the dough, let’s just say there was hell to pay.

I went to Sunday school. I had to. Otherwise I could not get baptized or have my first communion. The instructor told us that Jesus loved us, so he died on the cross for us. If we loved Jesus, too, we had to love each other. We colored the nativity scene and learned a few prayers. We were taught a theology approved by the Roman Catholic Church, and classes were $25 per child. At the baptism, donations were formally encouraged. Those must have been some expensive ass crayons. I was a good boy, but never good enough to be an altar boy.

I had refused to help in the family garden in the front yard one time. The bathroom floor was cold on my cheek. The sweat and tears running down my neck fell on the yellow linoleum. Now a grip on the arm, bent around my back. Too tight on the wrists. Cheeks got so hot that the salt water started to dry up and irritate my skin. Was it worth it? I know it was fucking hot outside, but couldn’t I have just done a shitty job or at least bullshit? Close the door. The neighbors can hear. Plus, the ac is on. I’ve been getting ass beatings since I was alive. If not from the guardians, then from bad decisions. I want to make them happen, but I always keep getting in my own way. Sometimes the floor can become comfortable. Just waiting for the blackouts to swallow me whole.

God helps those that help themselves…. Wait.. That’s not in the bible!

The Sunday breakfast consisted of yellow “just add water” scrambled eggs. I was too young to get hooked on coffee. Pass me the milk. I ate next to a church girl with an intellectual disability. Did God make her like that? I did not know. All I knew was that we were all equally as hungry after service. I felt like all the dark holes in the floor were so much smaller back then. If I stepped on a crack, I could always find my balance, or the guardian would help me till I recuperated.

“Hey guys. Where’s Jesus’s cloths. This is not funny. Oh… you guys hung him like this? Why? He was giving everyone free healthcare and food and shit. He doesn’t deserve this shit! Bring him down! Now!”

Societies fascination for making atonement. Drink and drive? Dui. Tax evasion? Prison time (unless its some shit like a white collar crime). $50 dollar fines for parking in front of a fire hydrant, that one time I moved out of my parents’ house and rented a room from some asshole named Evander. I was not a child anymore. I was learning from experience. If I only learned to come home on time. They say “Nothing good happens after 2 a.m.” I could have only imagined why, but the dark holes were still manageable. No claws yet. No transformation. The delinquencies of adolescence were not yet ripe. There was not enough blood.

I helped myself to a glass of orange juice. High pulp. Tart. Almost as refreshing as the forgiveness of sins. Dixie paper cups. An old couple. They must have both been in their eighties. With not much time to live, they both enjoyed the pancakes with light butter. No syrup though. Diabetes, you know. He pulled the chair out for her. He took off her sweater and placed it behind the chair. He wiped his head with a towel, then his mouth. He regained his balance. and shuffled to his own seat. He led the prayer and they both sat down to share (maybe their last) Breakfast. Listened to your guardians and maybe you can live as long as them.

One time, Father Manuel unofficially sponsored Mission Tortillas. “Como Dios Manda” literally means “How God Orders” or more precisely “What God Demands of us”. He was calling out the young women who decided club wear for a Sunday mass was appropriate. Father Manuel roasted them. “Esta bien que sea Qinceniera. (it would be cool if this was a Quincenera) Pero esta es la casa de Dios (but this is the house of God).” We were all sinners, but some of us did a better job at hiding it. We were all trying to avoid the transformation. We all needed to love. We just needed time to patch things up.

Mother Theresa believed that suffering was how you got closer to God. She refused to let some children receive treatment, so naturally, they would die. Their souls belonged with the Lord. For a while, I started to believe that I was suffering, and therefore, there was no God. I think we suffer because we think we must, like it’s all part of the greater picture. I also think we suffer because we all have things we conveniently forget about. We should know better.

It’s not normal to stay up all night. It’s not normal to operate a vehicle under the influence of anything. It’s not normal to lie to the person you are with. It’s not normal to wake up at 3 pm every fucking day. It’s not normal to put things up your nose. It’s not normal to get in the car with a complete stranger. It’s not normal to think that you can live with people for free. It’s not normal to pass out at the bar. It’s not normal to constantly burn bridges. It’s not normal to forget what you did the night before. The blackouts swallowed me alive, over and over and over. I couldn’t see the streetlights. There was no one left to pay for my sins.

August 15thth, 2020, 2:30 A.M.-ish

I said I was going to work on it las week, and then the week before. I had checked into the catacomb of wasted ambitions. The creatures of the dark had left. I looked in the mirror and could not accept what I had become. What big claws and teeth.

I had a dream I was filling up one cup with another cup, like an endless water mill. I’m not sure why I always felt this way. An endless repetition that never ends, like new ideas filling old ones, but never quite arriving at a solution, or like fish eating fish eating fish… Like a two gallon hourglass, constantly being flipped on it’s other end, ass up, face down, full of itself. The air bubbles, trying to escape. The lump in the throat of my life, always sinking into my stomach. The transformation was complete. I was living in a blackout.

The beta, or Siamese fighting fish, is native to Thailand and Cambodia. You can pick them up at your local swap meet. I used to love going to the Broadacre swap meet after Sunday mass. I got my hands on everything an eight-year-old should never get their hands on: laser pointers, chained wallets, pocket knifes, fart bombs, shock pens, pet’s I wasn’t able to take care of. I’m not sure what the fish were so angry about. Probably from being confined to a tiny ass sandwich bag.

I got my ass kicked in a bar fight once, in 2018. Three against one. I do not remember. I was asking for something that was not on the menu. I was being annoying. Swings broke out like a Florida coastline and faster than you can say Tallahassee’s televised turnout tremendously terrified pterodactyls. Too small. Smack. Too slow. Smack. I fell to the floor, head between my knees. My jeans ripped. All I could see was stars at that point. I raised a barstool over my head and threw it against the bar, not sure if it landed on anyone. Always bust out the bar stool when you know you are going to get rocked. I ran out through the front entrance and I called 911. I left my bicycle behind. The cops were nice enough to drive it down to me. They told me that the security guard told them I was trying to buy drugs. I told them it was a hate crime. They told me to go home. I told them I would never go back to that bar again.

Pigs in a blanket. I think there was bacon. Bacon or sausage. No. I think there were both. I woke up at 6am to eat this at 10am. 10:15 if you consider waiting in line. Why couldn’t everyone break bread the way we did? People always have to start a fight during a meal, or beer, if you’re a man of culture who would prefer to drink their meals. The indigestion was the worst. I could not eat breakfast too early because my stomach lining was still sensitive from the binge the night before. This did not stop me from killing a whole order of carne asada fries at night. I felt the weight of a bowling ball in my diaphragm when I woke up the next morning. Drinking water felt like swallowing marbles. This wasn’t normal. I’m not going to lie.

Well that’s great news, kind sir, because I can not condone dishonesty. Now please leave the patrons alone or get out of the bar.

My older sister became an usher at church. She showed everyone to their seats. She wore a sash that said “Orden” or literally “Order”. She asked people if they could scoot over. She made room where people were resting their purses or when someone decided that they needed to sit with their legs wide open. Me and my younger sister always got pinches during service if we were joking around or being distracting. How did the people really bring their kids to church like that? We were so rambunctious!

The endless cycle of Life: that our guardians had to beat the shit out of us. So that maybe we could learn. Or so we would avoid the transformation. In the end, we resent their efforts and only make it worse for ourselves. I try to push myself up, but my left arm is too mangled to lift any weight. The dark holes just seem like the better option sometimes. If the blackout won’t take me now, then maybe tomorrow.

The holes are patched up today. I found my way through the dark. My guardians were there all along. I just needed some space. My mind is clear. I can focus again. I can have breakfast again. The nights can be long and dark, but I know the demons have left. My house is in order. My mind is clear. I finally have a clean conscience. I want to go back to the time when I was a child. Back to a time of trusting that the streetlights were guiding me all along. When I could hear my mother’s voice and know in my heart that the night was near, but only to visit.

Drink some water. Jesus fishes. Say a prayer. Missing pieces. Dying wish is - God’s my witness – you just know** * the nighttime* ** only** came to** visit**.

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First Night Back in Fuuga Chapter 7

This is getting real dirty now people (read as -- caution: mature). Not sure what has gotten into Yona. OK, I totally get what has gotten into Yona.

Continued musings after Chapter 138 (aka, surviving until 139 on 4/20)

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Chapter 7 Summary: Yona is on a mission to lay Hak

What am I doing?!

Yona wonders what has come over her as she blushes before Hak, both now topless in a grassy field in the middle of the woods. From the second she learned she could get an inch with him -- his love confession -- she has been overcome with a desire to have all of him. As if pushing him all the way, seducing him, is a way to test and confirm her power, her ownership of him. Which is stupid, that's unnecessary in love. She knows better. But passion defies logic even in the intelligent and good-hearted. She's been jealous for a long time now. She's watched countless other women fawn over him, try to touch him, ask to be embraced by him.

Mine. She turns her head to expose the length of her neck as she nervously twists a lock of her soft red mane between her fingers and eyes the lapis lazuli necklace around his neck. Oh the little things she's done on their journey to try to brand him as hers. Until she couldn't keep her hands off him any longer...

He comes to her, eyes clouded with inappropriate desires, and cups her swollen breasts in his hands, "Mmmm," she coos him on as he runs his thumbs over her hard nipples. Blushing deeper, "Your hands are so big," she looks up at him shyly thinking how small her breasts must seem against them.

"You're perfect," he shushes her as he brings his mouth down to carry the conversation forward in a more heated manner. He feels and kneads her chest, a part of her he's fantasized about touching since it first started budding. Gorgeous pale curves that innocently caused him hundreds of erections he's had to calm and learn to suppress. Now touching them...

Never before has Yona felt herself get wet like this. Her thighs get this weak. His rough hands continue to gently massage her tender flesh. She wants those hands all over her. Desperately. She pulls away from Hak's kiss to rebalance herself and can't help but notice the extent to which he's tenting below. To have this affect on him... thrills her. She notices wetness at the tip of the strain against his pants. She's not been with a man before, this is all new discovery... it occurs to her: is he... going through the same thing she is right now down below?

No hesitation, Yona reaches a small, curious hand down to touch it. She cups the shaft through his pants and looks up to see him looking away, not breathing, some lost look on his face like he's about to die... but possibly end up in heaven.

"You're wet..."

He looks down at her, not sure how to respond to that.

"Me too," she admits and blushes harder, "I'm sorry, if I'm saying strange things. I've never... wanted anyone like this before."

To have her holding his cock and say that... Hak had hoped this afternoon would go well, somewhere deep inside he thought that maybe that could be an outcome, but he was completely unprepared for this. The magnitude of what she just said was not lost on him. That means... even with the him who shall not be named she hadn't experienced these feelings. Hak could be her first in far more ways than he ever dreamed. Which is stupid, it's unnecessary in love. He never held any prerequisites for being with her. But as a man, to realize the kind of feeling he can create for her and how much of her he can selfishly claim as territory only he's owned, turns him on in a deep and primal way as old as time. Mine. The desire to truly make her his, not just by law of man, but in the way the even the Earth recognizes... a man taking a woman's body, entering her, filling her, and spilling into her...

"Breathe!" Yona lets go of him below and reaches up toward his face. He gasps for air -- he had really gone off on a tangent in his mind palace there and completely left his body behind.

"I'm making you uncomfortable. I'm sorry, I don't know what's come over me," Yona has been so simultaneously bold yet coy this afternoon, she's hardly recognized herself and probably given him whiplash by now.

"No, I'm sorry. Princess, talking to you... about the details of this. It feels..."

"Wrong?" Yona is already picking up her inner robe and beginning to cover herself.

Hak closes his eyes in frustration at not having the words, then opens them with sincerity, "Nothing about this is wrong."

This surprises Yona. After all his hesitation this afternoon...

"This is natural between a man and a woman. The way we feel about each other, what we've been dancing around here," he looks down where she held him, then back at her fiery eyes, "I'm... we're... wet because I want to be inside you. And our bodies are ready for it," he tenderly brushes her hair back off her cheek, trying to calm her, "But I can't do this."

Yona is so turned on by his explanation yet stung by his firm stand against going along with their natural desires. Like it's a challenge. Like if she can't have him now, then she's not enough. Tears well in her eyes at the rejection, "Why?"

He keeps steady eye contact, his voice tender but very serious, "I want to take care of you. Properly. I want to do everything the right way if it's for you. There's nothing I won't give."

"Except your body today," she jabs.

"I love you so much," he affirms, then kisses her in apology before clarifying, "I want to marry you before I take you in my arms. I want to have sworn my life to you in front of the gods, in honor to your father, in respect to this country, before I allow myself to take you as intimately as a husband takes a wife."

Tears are fully streaming down Yona's cheeks now as she buries her face into Hak's chest, hugging him, "--You're right. You're always so... good, Hak."

A wry smile creeps up, "I'm not. But when it comes to you, all playing aside, my intentions are the best I have."

Still against his chest, Yona reaches up to touch the lapsis lazuli, rolls it between her thumb and forefinger. She thinks only for a second before, "Let's do it."

"What?"

"Let's get married."

Hak looks down at her in awe, "Princess..."

"We've known each other for so long. There's nothing more I need to learn about you to know: you're the man I choose. Would you... want me as a wife?"

Hak's lost his breath once more, then chokes out, "... Yes!--"

Yona laughs at his state of awe and confusion. He runs a hand through his hair, a giant dumb smile on his face, "Of course I would. There's nothing... there's no one... you would make me the happiest man alive," he falls to his knees, still smiling and on a cloud, he takes her small hands in his and beams up at her, "Is this for real? You're really here, we're alive, and we're going to marry one another?"

"Yes, you dummy!" They're both laughing now -- Yona falls into him and topples him over with a kiss. They roll around in the grass kissing and smiling, Yona's inner robe having found its way off once more. Their playful kissing starts becoming more heated. Until it is fully heated, Hak on top, Yona's legs spread on the bottom. Their kissing is deep now, Hak's hands kneading Yona's breasts, his penis erect once more and pressed into her stomach through his clothes. She arches into him and they begin rubbing into each other, Hak beginning gentle thrusts.

Yona starts losing her mind once more. It's too much. Almost manipulatively, she starts running her hands up and down his torso, each time going a little further. With their limbs moving all over one another, they both are well distracted. Yona manages to slide her skirt down and off as well as her undergarment before she begins to move a hand into his pants. At first she buries her fingers into his dark pubic curls, but then her wandering hands find his cock. Her fingers become wet with the precum as she touches it, then she begins to slowly rub and massage it with her fingers, gently pushing and pulling.

Hak moves his kisses from her neck down to her gorgeous collar bone as he agonizes over the overwhelming pleasure he's feeling below and general confusion about how they got here again and if it's OK this time to continue. He's having trouble thinking about that already when... he feels his cock against Yona's pubic curls. At some point, she slid his pants off... and he didn't stop her.

Yona sees his eyes begin to sober at that contact, so she pleads with a sweet whisper, "We can just rub. Just a little."

Hak realizes he's completely naked on top of her, who is also completely naked, and looks down to see himself as hard as he's ever been and a drop of his precum falling onto her perfect taut stomach, with her red curls just below. Then Yona opens her thighs for him further still and pulls his mouth to hers, slipping her tongue distractingly into his mouth and nonverbally begging for him to lean into her and join in this dangerous game.

He can't help it, he's in such a daze of pleasure, he touches the tip of his penis to the top of her clit, which catches both of their breath, then he slowly drags the head down the sensitive hood to her entrance, which is soaking wet. He moves circularly around the entrance, getting covered in her juices, then moves his tip back up her most sensitive flesh. Above, he's now sucking on her nipples while he tries to focus on not accidentally entering her.

Below him, Yona is far gone. Since she was exiled, respect for "official things" and formalities has really waned for her. She far more values real things that no one can take away -- like love and kindness. So it isn't a burden in her mind to think of giving herself to Hak right here this quickly. She takes nothing for granted anymore. Certainly not time or people. She knows his hesitation is for her sake, but they're so close to...

Their dance of rubbing below quickens and now sometimes Hak's penis even slides back between her butt cheeks before back up over her labia. They're both losing their minds, kissing once more, hands touching and rubbing freely. Hak even moves a brave hand down to Yonas curls and slows his cock rubbing her clit so he can slip a finger inside of her. Yona lets out a great moan (they're way alone in this field after all, so why not). Then he slips two inside and moves them in and out. They're soaking wet. It's so warm and tight inside of her that his chest tightens. He returns his wet hand up to a breast smells her juices on his fingers. The scent turns him on so wildly he begins rubbing his cock against her below once more.

Yona moans more and more, then pulls his face back up to hers. Her womanhood is on fire for him, she can't help it -- she shifts so with his next thrust, in one swift motion he unintentionally slips inside of her.

He stops... for what feels like an eternity. He inside of her, she feeling him inside of her. He stays there as they kiss, now for over a minute, he focusing hard not to come, but not to end their pleasure or further this thing he swore not to do but clearly is kinda doing. Another minute passes, he inside of her, just not moving. Yona is in heaven, there has not been a moment in her life that has felt more intoxicating than this feeling of him in her. She squeezes her walls around him as though she could hold him there indefinitely. If she could keep him inside of her indefinitely, she now knows she certainly would.

A third minute, but now Yona starts to roll her hips, pushing her luck. Hak moans as her rolls move him a little out of her and then pushes him deep in. She's essentially doing the thrusting he's trying not to. It feels so good he can barely make a sound of protest, but as she becomes more vigorous in her movements and it clearly dawns on him... they are straight up having sex right now -- he pulls out.

She knew that was coming. But she is proud at how far she got. Very satisfied, actually. Overwhelmed with feeling. And holy fucking shit, if she can do that with him again. And again and again endlessly in the future as her husband... Yona is very happy despite that abrupt ending.

"You're amazing," Hak tries to steady his breathing, "You're going to be the death of me."

"You're so strong. I couldn't have been the one to stop it."

"We were having sex Yona -- minutes after I professed my integrity to wait. I'm weak," he climbs back on her and kisses her, "But only for you."

"But you did stop."

"I was going to come. When I do that with you for the first time, I want to do it inside you. That means something to me. But it's also something I won't do recklessly."

"Pregnancy," Yona knows.

"We're about to march into another battle... it's not the best time to start a family. Intentional or not."

"I count my days, Hak."

"That could be helpful..."

"I mean, these things aren't always right, but... we should be safe for another week."

"Princess..." he laughs at her determination and how he's done for.

"Then let's get married tomorrow."

Hak turns to see Yona determined and very serious. He realizes -- if she's the one asking: it's happening.

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