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yanderenightmare · 3 years

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If this isn't allowed I'm super sorry, but could I request Enji with a (Male/GN) darling that's scared of him. Like he always thought Enji was super scary as a hero and now that they're captured, he can't even stand to be around Enji without shaking or crying.

YANDERE ! ENJI TODOROKI x MALE ! READER

This is not what you asked for… I’m sorry this is all just… absolute filth… I got too excited, hope you like, sorry if some of these themes are triggering

goodiebag WARNINGS: nsfw, dubcon/noncon, degradation, feminization, spit-fetish, Enji being an ass, yandere, profanity, abuse, anxiety, manipulation, misogyny

FEAR

He doesn’t know exactly how to explain what replaces Enji’s presence when he leaves for work in the morning. He wants to say that it feels good, that it’s a relief, but that would be a bittersweet lie that leaves him feeling guiltier than it should, because when Enji’s not there to fill the space of the giant mansion, all that’s left is cold tiles, soundless rooms, and somehow… a lack of safety. He thought about it while finishing cleaning the second to last room, dreading entering the next, knowing how he’d find nothing there, just more emptiness, just more stale unmoving shadows on walls, more cold, more void, more loneliness, more fear.

He needed to shower before Enji got home. Enji would bathe with him later in the day too, but it would be after… after they played. He’d been talking and teasing that very soon he was going to be doing more than just sucking cock. Yesterday, he was made to sit on Enji’s face for half an hour, all while Enji fisted his own cock furiously in the same beat he lapped at the tiny budding butthole so ripe for the taking on top of him. But, he hadn’t done it, he hadn’t pushed a finger inside, he had barely wormed his tongue into the hole, only made to suck on it, before pushing him off and down into the sheet so he could cum all over his pretty little face, his white thick seed running and mixing in with fat globs of tears. But today, he wasn’t sure if Enji would still spare him being impaled on his fat thick monstrous pole. The thought had him nearly whining as he removed his clothes, padding over the clean reflective cold marble floors to step into the shower that seemed so strangely massive without being filled with both himself and Enji’s intimidating build.

It was as though he could already feel Enji’s warm hands holding onto his hips, steadying him as he was sure he would be uncontrollably quaking. It was as though he could already feel it filling him up, lifting him off the ground, off his feet, hauling him up into the air.

He turned the temperature too high to imitate what heat Enji would emit when thrusting into him, the shower-droplets stinging on his reddening skin. It hurt, but he needed to prepare himself, only physically if not mentally. He wiped a hand up between his butt-cheeks, stroked a finger over his hole a couple of times, teased to see if he at all wanted to slip it inside. He whimpered upon facing the inevitable fact that Enji’s massive thick pole would soon push inside him, push all the way inside him, fill him up so snugly and painfully and inescapably, holding him still as he crammed himself inside, probably even chuckling that gruesome snicker when seeing how he would try and wiggle out of his death-grip.

Enji is too big for it to possibly feel good, it’d be too painful, too painful to feel anything else, except fear. Fear would always survive. Fear of choking to death on his cock filling up his tight throat, more so than the pain of it actually happening. Fear of the feisty flames licking his skin more so than realizing how they only tickle not sear. Fear of being trapped, so much so he forgets to humor the idea of running, of fighting, of saying no. Fear of how he was going to be impaled, split in two on the hero’s cock before the day let up.

His own size wasn’t bad, but probably not what one would call impressive. He wondered if Enji would ever ask for him to penetrate him in turn. If… perhaps he could bargain to do that instead of the other way around, but he knew that was a foolish thought. He didn’t want to touch it, even as he felt it twitch against his stomach, because he knew he wouldn’t be allowed to touch it while Enji fucked him. Instead, he pushed one finger inside the comfort of his ass, worming the digit inside the tight space, his forehead soon pushing against the shower-wall to steady himself while he tried to get deeper. It was nowhere near what would be happening later, he knew that, but with the thought, the imagery of what would no doubt be happing later, it still managed to make his toes curl. The thought of Enji’s large warm gravely hand coming to stroke up and down his cock while penetrating him from behind, the sounds of his husky gruff voice huffing and grunting into his ear, letting him know what a perfect little pet he is.

He felt ashamed, and so utterly confused. How come he still turned on, even with the amount of fear and trepidation that pumped the boiling blood through his system? Why wasn’t he pissing himself instead of standing there, fingering his own hole, fantasizing about how much pain he was going to be in later, and getting off on the fact? Was it true what Enji had said? Was he really a submissive little masochist that would soon be worshipping the ground Enji walked on?

The questions were answered as he felt himself explode all too abruptly onto the glass, seeing his cum splattered onto the dewy steamed wall, watching it run down, creating paths that were slowly being washed away by the ongoing spritz of the showerhead.

He made then to shave his chest first, then the rest, all the rest, everything except the hair on his head, he knew Enji wouldn’t be pleased with anything but perfection, and even though the razor nicked him in sensitive places he was still extra careful to not miss a single spot, going over the same area several times to achieve complete smoothness. He turned the water too cold to stop the bleeding and to ease what soreness and irritation had been awoken by the activity, muscles tensing and flexing under the pressure, thinking that perhaps the freeze would encourage getting dressed… though he doubted it.

He got dressed slowly, having to talk himself down from crying as he clasped the lacy white bralette on, dragging it into position even though it had no real position on his chest. Then the dress. Splayed out so prettily on the bed, Enji’s declaration. White and patterned with pink poppies, a real housemaid’s frilly skirt and sweetheart neckline and thin shoulder-straps and everything pretty and dainty and feminine, one that worked so perfectly as an underdress for an apron.

The dress was nice and all, nicer than most things he’d ever worn before, but the apron was a real work of art. Frills decorating the edges, sweet swirls and flowery embroidery working its way up the white cloth, still with white thread, looking handmade yet with precision and delicacy. The stocking matched to some degree yet not carrying the same ornate expensive-feel to them, also adorned with a frilly edge were the sock stopped mid-leg. The shoes were plain enough: white with an easy button-over contraption, only slightly high-heeled, yet high enough to make that clicking errand sound when he walked across the marble floors each time Enji rung his service-bell, calling on him from where he sat on his knees with his hands folded neatly in his lap, supposed to wait patiently at Enji’s every beck and call, even though the large man was only a few meters away with a voice that could easily reach him no matter which room he found himself in the mansion, Enji insisted on using the bell. Loving to see how the boy skittered to his feet, hands running timid fingers to smooth over the fabric of his apron, shoes clicking together at the heels. His wintry voice so fragile and scared half to death as he answers Enji’s steely cyan glare: “Yes, Daddy?” His eyes falling sullenly to the floor to watch the cute rounded curve of his glossy shoes instead of looking to meet the fiery yet ice-cold eyes of his captor.

He avoided the mirror, even though he knew he should look over himself one more time for Enji’s sake, or for his own. He was given no boxer, no underwear, no measly thong, nothing, and therefore was subjugated to walk the empty halls in his flowing skirt with the cold air wafting in between his legs, kissing his limp cock each time he made a swift step, his shoes clicking, clicking, clicking, like the clock counting down the minutes until Enji came home.

“Welcome home, Daddy.” He needed to force himself to smile. Crooked in its execution, broken, yet still a smile, a smile Enji was pleased with as he kicked off his shoes, even happier to see him bow down to pick the pair up and place them neatly in the stacked shoe-compartments, despite the stink of them being drenched in sweat after his day of patrolling. His cock was already growing heavy with hunger. “How was your da-” He wasn’t given the time to answer before Enji wrapped both his hands around his waist from the back, slotting his massive warm hard chest against what felt like his paper-thin back, but he didn’t need to be able to carry Enji’s weight as he did most of the lifting himself.

A gravely sigh erupted from the man’s chest, rumbling against the boy’s back. “It’s so nice coming home to someone so appreciative and sweet.” He mumbled up against his spine, nose gliding up his neck, followed by a heavy inhale, breathing in the scent of the shampoo he’d told him to use, seemingly content as he pushed his crotch better against his ass. “I’ve tried getting hard for that slut breeding-cow all month…” Of course, his little experiments. He was a good fuck, but he couldn’t carry children, and producing children, or rather heirs, was something Enji and his fucked-up need to be number one was obsessed with. “You should see her, fucking begging for my cock, like my cock is her god. Pathetic.” He was glad he didn’t have the ability to get pregnant. He could only imagine what those wives of his were feeling, so insignificant, only a means to an end… but… that was rather what he was too. “And you just look at me and my cock is already twitching.” He smelled him again, nose blaring, hands trailing over the fabric of his apron and dress to feel up his thighs, grabbing at them before guiding him out of the entrance and into the living room. “Strip.”

It seemed so unnecessary for him to even be wearing clothes at all when they always ended up on the floor, especially such intricate clothes as well that needed to be removed with elegance and not shaky unsure fingers like his. But that was rather the point. It was a show, he guessed as he reached behind his back to undo the bow of the apron. A rather clunky graceless strip-tease, he mused when the apron fell unceremoniously to the floor, the dress following shortly after.

That was it, he’d learned, the rest Enji wanted to do on his own. He couldn’t understand how a man could still look so intimidating even when on his knees removing his shoes. Large, large hands cupping the small clothed feet, unclasping the buttons and sliding them out of their enclosure. He left the socks on this time, they were going to be part of the show, them and the bralette, and nothing else.

“Bend, I want to see that perfect little ass of yours.” His voice would be casual if it weren’t for the dripping boiling-hot lust that stuck to his tongue as he spun his toy around and pushed him over the back of the white couch, liking how it was too tall to meet his hips for a proper bend and instead aided in lifting him up on the very tips of his toes. He licked his lips, tugging on the crotch of his pants.

Scorching fingers grabbed the ample flesh of his ass, kneading it up like dough before he felt the wet sludge off his tongue gliding a trail up his spine, only stopping once he came to his neck where he began kissing wet, so very wet, drooling kisses up behind his ear. Again, inhaling through his nose as his clothed cock nuzzled neatly between his presented ass, humping into the welcoming heat.

“You smell good, did you shower like I asked...” Asked? They both knew it wasn’t a request, but yet he nodded his head from where he felt the blood beginning to pool where he was resting on the sofa-cushions upside-down. “Such a good pet.” His hips curved into him so he pushed his bulge up into his plushie backside, hands rubbing circles into his midriff, pulling him back to meet his mellow thrusts. “Is your throat still sore from choking on my cock?” His fingers, laid steadily on the softness of the couch, bending to grip the surface in order to hold himself back from crying. “Answer when you’re spoken to, pet.” Enji sounded bored, slightly bitter as he pressed his growing cock harder into his breakable little hostage.

He felt the tears begin to fall despite his efforts. “Sorry.” He pipped, half his face now buried in the couch. “My throat is fine, thank you for asking.” Enji’s hand went back to carelessly wandering, instead of gripping his hips so harshly.

“Good, I’m glad.” The statement didn’t seem heartfelt. “Spread your legs. Give me your hands.” His suspicion was answered through the heartless commands, Enji didn’t care.

He moved his feet away as much as he could without losing contact with the floor, which wasn’t really far at all, but he guessed Enji would steer him into the right position when the urge fell over him. Letting go of his grip on the couch-cushions proved more difficult as he was left sinking even further into the plushie surface without any support, yet he still managed, bending his elbows to fold his arms on his back, making it easier for Enji’s massive hand to grip both his wrists at the same time.

“I’ve been looking forward to taking this ass for so long…” He groaned, his hand giving the ass a rough squeeze. “Perhaps that’s why that slut can’t get me hard anymore, since I know what a perfect little pet I have waiting for me at home.” It was as though he used the fat of his ass as a handle to pull him up, lifting him briefly off the couch before dropping him back down again, hearing him give a little yelp at the action, again causing him to groan in satisfaction as he bumped his erection into where it fit so perfectly between his ass-cheeks. “I’ve been waiting so patiently… and so have you.” Enji mused, as though the boy at his mercy was having any of the same cravings. “I think today is the day we both get our reward.” Enji pulled on his wrists, dragging him off the couch, his feet meeting the cold floors again and quickly yanked into Enji’s hard chest. “I know you’re excited, but let’s get you to the bedroom first.” He taunted when he gave another squeal, looking up to see Enji’s unforgivingly hungry cerulean gaze, having tears and fears and swirling panic brimming in his own. “Wipe those tears, you can comfort yourself with having your face stuffed, use my cock like a pacifier.” The comment did far from comfort him, instead evoking a whimper as he swallowed thickly in a way of suppressing the hiccup that wanted to hitch in his throat at the dark promise.

He must have blacked out or zoned out or something alike it as a form of preparing himself for Enji, for when he came to he was upstairs, already placed on the bed, on his knees, in front of a naked Enji and large thighs made up of pure muscle and scares, and hair. Then of course the centerpiece, Enji’s large intimidating cock standing proudly up against his ripped stomach, with its angry mushroom-shaped swollen head puckering right into his face.

Enji’s hand rubbed lazily over the tip, smearing what precum had already beaded in the slit. Yet, he wasn’t given too long to just stand and admire it as Enji’s other massive hand come up to grip the nape of his neck, fingers tangling in his short locks to form a better hold, pulling him down to level with the beast, pushing him further, head mushed and buried to cuddle with the manhood. Enji’s hips leaning in on repeat to meet how his hand pushed his face against the sensitivity of his sex, balls slightly swinging up against his chin.

“Come on, use your tongue.” Enji didn’t waste any time, starting to pull at the roots of his hair in order to frighten him into obeying. He succeeded, as the boy opened his mouth and laid his tongue out flat to taste the salty skin it was pressed against. “Lick from the base.” Enji commanded and the boy listened, dragging his tongue up with the guidance of Enji’s hand steering the back of his head up the entire length of his cock. Pulling him slightly away from the activity, making the boy wince at the sharp stinging off his roots being yanked. Enji’s other hand gripping the base of the giant pole to tap it in a slapping fashion against the lips that seemed so welcoming and warm, the boy shutting his eyes allowing some more tears to drip from where they had been welling. “Open up.” He did as he was told, lips parting to accommodate for Enji’s weeping cockhead. “There you go, taste me.” He groaned as he pushed his head further onto his cock, traveling into his mouth, filling him up and prodding at the back of his throat. The boy knew better than to think he was any less than half-way done, yet he couldn’t hold back the reflex of gagging. Not that Enji paid any mind to the complaint, only placing his other hand to control his chin as he continued nudging himself deeper, sinking down his throat. “Come on, swallow all of me, I want to feel that cute nose buried in my belly with your tongue licking my balls.”

He tried relaxing his throat, choking his length and girth down and down, sniveling as he held back the urge to pull away, knowing how the hand Enji placed at the back of his head wouldn’t allow him to move anyway.

His eyes traveled backwards when the lightheadedness of being barely able to breath got to him, which was when Enji let up, freeing him as both hands took their leave from holding him steady. “Such a good pet, do as your told.”

He coughed into the bedsheets while Enji’s hand pet over his head, his own fingers tightly gripping the fabric beneath, knuckling the textile into his palm, trying to compose himself before his head was guided to look back up at Enji again, who seemed to tower over him even though the both of them were on their knees, though the boy was rather bowing for the giant red-headed man.

Enji’s fat fingers came to pry open his mouth, pushing past everything with little regard. “Suck these fingers for me.” Shoving the digits down his throats and fucking the soreness for a while before retracting them. “Spit in my palm.” He didn’t argue, unless the sniffling cough he gave were to be considered a protest, before spitting all the saliva his mouth had produced when being attacked by the mass that filled him up before. “Get back on that cock.”

Again, he didn’t waste any time, adamant on making sure Enji knew that there was no need for him to be using his hands to force himself down his throat as he guzzled down on his length, bobbing up and down with his head, letting him kiss the back of his throat as he glugged with his lips forming a tight circle around his girth, using his tongue to slide out to cover what areas of his cock he couldn’t reach when swallowing him down at the pace he was going. Desperately trying to please the beast.

Enji gave no warning, pushing his fat digit into his puckering hole from where he was being such a good boy with sucking him down like he’d asked. Filling and stretching his little ass, dragging an adorable whine from his throat, a whine Enji received on his cock, the unrestrained voice giving nice little tremors to vibrate alongside his girth, settling somewhere at the tip of his cock before traveling down into his heavy balls, making him buck deeper into his face. “Wouldn’t want that cute butt to get lonely while I fuck this pretty face.” He explained, as he sank the finger even further into his ass, listening to him mewl a panicked whine around his cock, simply fucking even deeper into his face, hand clasping around the back of his head to better rut into his skull, finger roughly stretching out the tender tight muscles from behind.

He cursed gruffly once he let up, admiring as his pet drooled and spluttered to breath at the absence of his cock in his mouth, spit slobbering down his chin and landing in thick puddles dampening the bedsheets beneath them.

“Look at me.” He whimpering as Enji once again grabbed a tight hold on his chin, rough fingertips planted into his cheeks, sliding in saliva as he forced him to look up, lifting him upright, so much so his hands needed to leave their station on the bed in favor of supporting himself against Enji’s chest or else he’d simply be held up by Enji hand like a noose. “Open that mouth up.” He did his best to comply with the demand with how his hand seemed to pressure his jaw shut, though he managed, having his cheeks squeezed and lips puckering like a duck out towards him, a perfect parted hole he could aim and spit right into. “Swallow that for me pet.” It came as a shock having Enji’s warm liquid shot onto his tongue but he quickly recovered, letting it slide down his jugular before he swallowed. “Good boy. What do you say?” He could feel him quenching his pride and all hopes of fighting back in the whimper that ran up beneath his fingers on his throat.

“Thank you, Daddy.” There was no spite in the words, just wholehearted defeat and surrender, and the potency of it all sprung right to Enji’s ego, making his attention-craving cock throb with neediness.

“Good pet.” Hand tightened around his throat to lift him even higher up to meet with his face, kissing his slick face roughly, stiff lips setting the motion, bloated lips following suite, before the hand around his throat once again took advantage of its power and threw him back down on his hands and knees. “Now finish your meal.” The statement held nothing but hungry cruelty, followed by a long blob of spit dripping slowly from his tongue onto his cock, sliding down its length. “Lick it up.” Unsure eyes looked up through stinging saltwater, finding no hint of mercy, encouraging him to do what he was told before earning himself a punishment. Mouth promptly taking the large cock into his mouth again, yet he felt the sting of a slap to his cheek all the same. “I said lick, not suck.” He resisted the urge to soothe the red stinging flesh of his cheek and did as he was corrected, tongue lapping up the underside of the angry cock in his face. “Yes… good… there you go.” He was praised, and though it made his stomach sink, he also felt relief, for at least praise was far away from disappointment and the punishment that followed such a resolution.

What followed was simply Enji’s rumbling groans and moans as his fingers played with the short locks of hair at the back of his head, somewhat steering where his head would go, how far away and how up close and personal, whether to suffocate him with cock or not. He compliantly slurped up and down his length with his tongue hanging out from his mouth, spit dribbling down his chin, down his neck, dropping to the bedsheets beneath them, before Enji groaned again, this time signaling that he was bored, hands yanking him away from the wet activity.

“Lie down on your back.” He wasn’t given much freedom to do so on his own as he was pushed down and kept down as Enji swung his leg over his chest where he laid beneath him, trapping face between his thick deadly hairy thighs, threatening to squish his head until it popped from the pressure. “Open your mouth up pretty.” He gaped, feeling the slick of Enji’s balls slide on his chest as he sat down on top of him, pushing much air from out of his breakable ribcage and the lungs beneath. Cock laid between his nipples, cockhead touching his chin. Again, a blob of his spit met his tongue, accompanied by a light playful slap against his cheek. “Keep it open.” He couldn’t hold up to Enji’s command as rough fingers pulled at his sensitive nipples, squeezing them and tugging at them through the thin lacy fabric of his bralette, rubbing on them, making him whine in discomfort, yet with his hands locked to his side underneath the contraption of Enji’s thighs, he was given no room to fight back. “So pretty.” Enji admired, tweaking the nibs tenderly as he rocked his hips forwards, cock sliding up and down his chest, balls squished against him, before he sat up again, kneeling with his cock and balls hovering over him, threatening to sit down and suffocate him while riding his face.

Enji gripped his cock and tugged it up and down to dance his balls on the pretty face beneath him, though the wet cavern he wanted to dip into shut into a thin line before he could.

“I said keep your mouth open.” He growled and the boy was reminded of the former command, promptly opening wide. “Tongue out, play with these balls, Pretty.” His tongue rolled out, at once met with the size of Enji’s nuts as they slid up and down his wet muscle. “You get to decide today: do you want a face full of cum or do you want me to fill that belly up?” He wasn’t given much air to retort with his mouth being filled with cock and balls, Enji’s hand resting on his forehead to keep him perfect and still for his manhood to abuse. “Come on, pick one.” He made him gag as he forced his entire pole down his throat, allowing him no chance to reply. “That’s fine, you can have both since you’re so spoiled.” Again, he stuffed his mouth with his balls, making him gargle and suckle on them, before he took his shaft in one hand and slapped the side of his face, liking how his eyes squeezed even tighter shut at the sharp contact. His face covered in spit and smeared with precum, slick and glossy, with pretty wet lashes. “Let’s paint that face first.” He slapped his face with the weight of his cock again, before placing it on the middle, balancing the slug on his lips and nose, resting between the bridge between his eyes, chin buried in his ball-sack. “Smile for me, smile for Daddy.”

He forced on a broken uncomfortable smile where he laid beneath the brute man, eyes still kept shut. Enji smeared what oozing precum had breached his tip onto his lips, as though requesting him to open up, which he did, being met with the entire mass of his cock stuffing his mouth, tickling the back of his throat as he fucked into his face.

“Swallow me down, Pretty. Stay right there.” He choked and gagged at the feel of him continuously pushing into the tight canal of his throat, yet wasn’t allowed to move as Enji’s hand still balanced his head by tugging at the hairs over his forehead, pushing him into place. He coughed and spluttered desperately once Enji let go, though was given minimum time to collect himself again before Enji gave another growling and ruggedly desperate command. “Smile.”

He fisted his length in his palm, finger rubbing over the tip, pumping furiously into the face beneath him before thick ropes of white cream came shooting out of the tip, hot and wet and sticky when it landing all over his face, running down his cheek, into his mouth, letting him taste bittersweet salt on his tongue.

Enji continued rubbing himself, though slower now, eyes scrunched close as he held onto the euphoric feeling of exploding, feeling himself gradually and too quickly for his liking, coming down from the high, though as he opened his eyes and looked down at what pretty artwork he’d made on his pet’s face he found that he was far from finished.

“What do you say?” His hand’s movements were slow and calculating as he rubbed himself tenderly, without rush.

“Thank you, Daddy.” He hiccupped, relieved to get some rest even as the stench of Enji aided in his discomfort, feeling his stickiness begin to dry on his skin. The rest didn’t last long though as Enji’s cockhead bumped into his lips, demanding he open up to take him inside his mouth again.

“Clean the tip.” He sucked on the mushroom-head, tongue swiping up to clean out the weeping slit. “Such a hungry spoiled pet. Does Daddy taste good?”

He let go with a pop to answer, knowing it was better to just play along. “Mmh, yes, Daddy.” He kissed the head, strings of slime connecting his lips to the thick pole. “Thank you, Daddy.”

Enji reached his hand behind him to find the perky perfect nipples he played with before, pulling at the nib to retract an open-mouthed whine from the boy, allowing him full access to the welcoming wet hole. “Suck some more, get all your spit out on me, get my cock nice and ready for your little butt.” He felt him whine and whimper on his cock at the sound of his words, the panic feeling delicious as it came out like vibrations tickling alongside his length, settling in his balls as he once again fucked into his little face, with him having no chance of escaping, being trapped so perfectly between his thighs. But, his face had gotten used and abused enough, and it was high time he buried himself balls-deep in the no doubt tight hole of his ass and fucked him into a crippled stupid mess.

“Come on, up on your knees.” Strong hands grabbed his hips as he moved off of him, dragging him up into position before he even knew what was happening, with no strength of his own to support himself, falling face first into the pillow to rest, an agonizingly cute display to the man standing behind him, lining him up. “Little boy is gonna get his ass stuffed by Daddy.” He started to jerk himself off, holding his hip and pulling him close. The hand ascending to his mouth so that he could spit into his palm, gathering wetness before grabbing the limp cock of his pet in his massive warm hand, resulting in the boy jolting out of his resting pose, surprised by the sudden touch of his sensitive member. Though he was pushed back down again by Enji’s other hand, it having left his own cock leaving it to rest between his ass-cheeks. “No, no.” He scolded. “Posture, Babyboy, face down in your pillow.” The massive hand pet over his head, pressuring him to simply lie there and take it. “Get this ass up.” He corrected his stance by pulling his hip up into position, back arching like a cat stretching, ass pulled close into Enji’s crotch. “Hands on your back, give me those hands.” He fished for the limp arms, folding them behind his back, letting go once he was assured the boy knew to listen to the order. “Now spread those knees.” Enji took hold of his thighs and shuffled his knees further to the side, the boy feeling the wetness of cold spit on the sheets, as Enji continued stroking the cock between his thighs so lovingly and tenderly, rubbing over the sensitive tender velvety cockhead again and again, feeling him leaning back and shivering under the touch. “There we go, perfect.” The hand pressed against his back dragged down his spine slowly, before it stopped to cup the ample soft dome of flesh, his thumb swiping over the unprotected tight butthole, all ready for the taking, helpless and broken and all his. “Are you excited?” Enji shuffled back on his knees, giving a quick glance over the perfect ass in front of him to inspect the face that was neatly and snuggly squished against the pillow, happy to see the pretty concoction of fear, surrender and anticipation displayed on his face, just like a submissive pet should look.

He shuddered as he felt Enji’s warm breath on his ass, the exposed sensitive ring of tender flesh slightly burning at the feeling.

“No one’s ever taken this ass before, have they?” The statement was rhetorical as he already knew the answer and was instead a gesture made simply to gloat, as it was followed by a satisfactory hum and a set of warm wet lips pressing a sloppy kiss onto the puckering opening, hand still jerking his cock, having him shivering for him. “You’re all nice and ripe for me?” Another wet kiss was placed at the entrance, though this time the lips remained tightly locked, mouth sucking on the skin, tongue laid out flat as he dragged the rough rigid texture up over the hole, before poking through the sensitive rim, pumping the fat wet muscle in and out of the tightness. He let go with a smacking pop, lips quitting their suction.

His thighs were shaking by the end of it, his cock still held firmly in Enji’s hand, allowing him no room to move away, in fear he might just rip his dick off. Enji balanced his own cock between the perfect set of plump ass-cheeks raised up for him. Putting his thumb into his mouth before he once again rubbed it over the now wet hole, pushing through the tight rings of muscle to bury the digit inside. “So tight.” Came his rugged breath as he groaned, beginning to rock his hips forward while pulling the boy back to meet him by the thumb he had hooked inside him, his thighs meeting with the back of his ass, as his cock stroked through the crack, where large heavy balls clapped against smaller ones.

The thumb was removed, though not the hand handling his cock as he was left drooling into the pillow he was pressed against, his own hands going numb where he’d managed to keep them perfectly folded behind his back. Though the absence of the thick thumb was soon replaced, doubled even, as two fingers sank into the hole, promptly curling them, forcing him to whine like a cat, a moan so wet it stuck in the drool in his throat. He whimpered as the digits parted from each-other inside him, stretching him out, before pumping them in and out slowly, working the tightness.

Enji groaned at the sound of the boy’s measly whimpers, wet and pathetic, perfect. “I think your pretty ass is ready.” He gripped his cock, tugging on it up against his stomach, spitting onto the glistening wet hole presented to him, the one he was soon going to plant himself deep within. He slowly and carefully, taking his precious time, as though savoring it, lined his manhood up at the puckered opening, gently pushing his twitching cock into the back entrance, forcing a cry out of the smaller creature at his mercy. “That’s so tight…” He moaned, closing his eyes, focusing on the tight snug fit pressing around his cockhead, hugging him close. His fingers had definitely made it easier to enter, but it wasn't enough to make it easy by any means. “Does it feel good?” The tone was patronizing, as though he was talking to a child, looking over at the drooling mess he was burying himself inside, feeling his butt twitch around the fatness of his tip, as though sucking on it. “Want me deeper?” He started slowly sliding in inch by agonizing inch. Breaching each ring of muscles that surrounded his fat length. “All the way?” Watching as his hard sex disappeared into the ample ass until he was completely engulfed. The view alone had him pulsing inside.

One hand steadied the ass, making it easier to sink into place without any interruptions or split-second fearful protests, acting as a represent and fear-tactic, threatening to land a sharp painful smack against the soft flesh if he were to go against what Enji had made clear was going to happen one way or the other. The other hand had more or less the same purpose, where it laid slow attentive strokes to the unsheathed throbbing cock. Though as he bottomed out inside his ass, the hand moved from playing with the painfully tender pulsating pole in favor of fondling the balls at its base, gathering both his own and his pet’s in his warm palm and messaging them together before he slid slowly out of the clenching tight hole, enjoying the tremors that seemed to wreck though the frail body he had positioned in prayer-stance before him.

“You like that?” Enji purred, having pulled almost all the way out before pushing back inside the warm walls of his slave. “You like getting taken in your tight little ass?” He wasn’t necessarily fishing for any response, most likely the opposite, simply wanting to prove how right and good and perfect their dynamic was, how this is something they both wanted, both needed. “Nothing to say, pet?” He snickered as he once again stuffed him completely full with his cock, listening to the wet choked moans that were whined into the pillow beneath him. “Is my little pet enjoying himself that much, is my cock that good?” He picked up the pace, only a little, rocking faster, fast enough for his balls to begin swinging to hit the other pair of balls it met with each soft thrust. “Tell me how good my cock is.” The hand steadying him squeezed the plush doughy flesh, a pain sharp enough to bring him to his senses, allowing him to formulate what words he knew Enji wanted to hear.

“Fe- feels good, Daddy, thank you Da- Daddy, feels so, so goo- good.” He croaked, face hugging the pillow close, buried in the fluff of it, the plush sucking up what drool seeped from out the corner of his mouth, and what tears spilled down from the corner of his eyes. The cover wet and sticky and itchy against his skin as he rocked softly further into it each time Enji filled him up and pushed him down.

“That’s right.” Enji drawled with a smirk, gorging at the submissive wet mess he had wrapped around himself. “And you thought you were scared.” He chastised. “When we both knew you were just hungry.”

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How the Heartaches Come and They go and the Scars They're Leaving, You'll be Dancing Once Again and the Pain will end

this chapter made me hurt my own goddamn feelings and ABBA did NOT MAKE IT ANY BETTER. Here’s the title. The song slaps so hard

Maeve x Lucas. What do you do when the doctor is sick? 6.4k

TW: grief, terrible coping, mentions of death. Apologizes to folks who feel pain they read about, I wrote Maeve’s headache with a headache. SICK FIC

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It was cold. Odd considering the unrelenting heat of the past few weeks.

Letting out a soft whine, a headache slowly built up behind her eyes.

She couldn’t think right, it was all tinged with an edge of black as she opened her eyes. Her legs were tucked between Lucas’, his lips in her hair. Judging by how softly he was breathing, he was still asleep.

She squeezed her eyes shut, willing herself back to sleep to keep the headache at bay.

No luck, she was up.

She groaned, pressing her forehead against his collarbone. The headache started behind her eyes and spread along her face, it hurt to even think. She sniffed the breath sending sparks of pain through her skull.

Sinus infection? Gods she hoped it was only a sinus infection. Stars above it hurt.

Trembling, she extracted herself from Lucas’ arms. Maybe, if she was fast enough, she could start on the mess she made in the kitchen before he woke up. The small bundle of fur at the edge of the bed mewed when she moved.

And maybe she could figure out a way to feed Jolie as well.

She pressed a soft kiss against his forehead. He didn’t have a fever anymore, just a small sunburn along his nose. She shifted away from him and softly called to Jolie.

The room spun as soon as she got to her feet, her breaths coming out in soft gasps. Her dress was heavily wrinkled, dust clinging to the back of it, making her cough. Her throat hurt. Well, everything hurt.

Sighing, she pressed a hand to her forehead, hoping to cool herself off and ease the headache. Jolie followed at her heels, the house was a bit warmer when she wasn’t alone. Jolie meowed, loudly, hopping up on the counter as they entered the kitchen.

She scratched behind Jolie’s ears, chuckling a little to herself. “Yes yes I know. The lady hungers.” Her voice was rough and nasally, even to herself. She winced, the movement a stabbing pain. She hissed through her teeth, biting her cheek. Jolie rubbed her head against her hand, purring a little.

“I’m…” she swayed a little. Ugh the infection was hitting her pretty hard. It was hard to focus. “...sure Lucas has something for you somewhere,” she said, opening the cabinets up to look. Jolie meowed, moving along the counter and under a closed cabinet door.

She giggled a little, petting the cat. “Smart kitty,” she whispered, shutting the doors she opened previously and opening this one. There was a bowl with Jolie’s name painted on it, loopy and messy.

Standing on her tiptoes, she teetered backwards as she tugged the bowl down off the shelf. She caught her balance, her headache twisting like a knife as she set the dish in front of Jolie. She meowed once, before leaving Maeve be.

The kitchen was...a bit of a mess, to say the least. There was blood on the counter and on the knife.

She sighed, rolling up her sleeves that had come undone during the night.

Digging around another cabinet, she grabbed the jar of coffee grounds and put a pot of water over the stove. She waited for the water to boil, scrubbing the knife and cutting board in the sink.

When the water on the stove started to boil, she turned it off and eye balled the amount of coffee grounds she was pouring in.

She gritted her teeth together as the headache made her stomach roll.

Once she was sure the coffee was ready to boil, she went back to cleaning the counter. Ignoring her headache and how badly she shivered.

Jolie meowed, the pain sharpening as her head whipped up at the sound.

Lucas rubbed the back of his head, leaning against the doorframe.

“Morning Firefly,” he murmured.

Her legs wobbled as she smiled at him. “Coffee’s on the stove,” she said, her voice coming out a bit slurred.

His brows creased at her voice, moving closer to her. She stumbled into him and he pressed the back of his hand to her forehead.

“Thumbelina, you’re burning up.”

“Mm fine.” She pushed away from him, her head splitting open with the movement. She squeezed her eyes shut, letting the wave of pain pass. She cracked an eye open, holding her thumb and index finger apart. “Just a tiny fever.”

He pressed his thumbs on the corners of her eyes, she leaned into the touch.

“Burning up is burning up,” he said softly.

“I’m fine! I promised I’d help you clean today!” She puffed her cheeks out in a pout. “And I’m not letting some dumb fever stop me!”

He kissed her forehead, scooping her up off the floor. She yelped, arms going around his neck.

“Lucas,” she whined.

He ignored her, nudging the door open. She let out another whine, burying her face in his neck. Her head ached at the movement. “I wanna help!”

“You can’t do much when you’re burning up,” he replied. “Now it’s my turn to take care of you.”

He set her down on the bed, the jostling made her let out a whimper of pain, the room spinning and the edges of her vision going dark.

“Did I hurt you?” he asked, brushing her hair back from her forehead, inspecting her face. His brows were all creased with worry. “I’m so sorry, are you okay?”

She chewed on her lower lip as she watched him for a moment, her headache making it hard to do anything but space out. He was cute when he was worried, face all scrunched up as he patted her down for injuries. He paused on her hands, her attention being brought to how much they hurt, fresh blood spotted on the already bloody bandages.

Guilt ate her up inside as he lifted her hands up from her sides. She trembled in his hold, feeling a bit sick as she looked at what she did to herself. She was useless. She wondered why anyone liked her enough to stay with her when she could barely even take care of herself.

He kissed her palms, whispering softly to the marred skin. The web of scars on her palms, rough under his soft touch. “I’ll help you patch up, and then we’ll get you into something clean.”

“Then I can help!”

He sighed, holding her hands to his face. “You’re sick.”

She squished his face, puckering her lips back with a giggle. “And you’re handsome, what’s your point? I’m gonna help you clean. Even if I gotta do it in secret so you won’t know!” she said with a lopsided smile. She was so woozy her filter was coming off.

He kissed her hands again, getting to his feet. She kicked her legs, watching him go. He came back after a moment with gauze and disinfectants.

And bandages.

He knelt down by her legs, slowly peeling off the blooded adhesives off her fingers. She hissed through her teeth, staring at the bloody mess.

He only hummed, cleaning them off gently with a damp cloth. The wounds were still raw, she couldn’t really do much when she had him to worry about. He rubbed disinfectant into her skin before wrapping a bandage over the cuts.

He kissed her fingertips, looking up at her through his lashes. Her gaze darted away as heat flooded her cheeks.

She chewed on her lower lip as he tilted her head back to look at him.

“Thank you,” he whispered as she cupped his cheek. He leaned into the touch as he looked at her. “For helping me.”

She ran the pad of her thumb over his lower lip. “Says the person helping me.”

He chuckled, turning her hand over and kissing the inside of her wrist. “Only because I got you into this mess.”

She giggled, kissing the tip of his nose lightly. “Well that’s true.” She smoothed his hair back, the curls soft beneath her fingers. Her headache was a dull pound behind her eyes. “I’m...sorry if I was a little mean yesterday. I was...scared.”

He sighed, nudging her legs apart to sit between them and rest his arms on her thighs as he looked up at her. “Well, you were a bit mean.”

She flicked the tip of his nose with a soft smile. “Your dusty ass house will be the death of me.”

“Hmm if you’re too sick to help me clean.” He smiled a little. “Might have to put it off a while until you get better.”

She glowered at him. “Nuh ah. We’re cleaning today. We’re cleaning.”

He reached up to tuck her hair behind her ear. “Fine. But you’re doing something easy.”

She kissed his forehead. “I’ll do laundry to keep you company. Wash the sheets and fold.”

His laugh made her smile. “Okay. That...sounds good.”

“I already cleaned the counter. But um...dishes are still not done.”

He got to his feet, helping her up. The headache made itself known, making her stumble.

He let her gather herself before looking at the dust caked to the hem of her dress. “First let's get you into something clean so you don’t get sick again.”

She smoothed her hands down the fabric, leaning against him as she looked down at herself. “Mm. I’ll...wash this too.”

He helped her out of his chest, checking her temperature and making a face. She knew he didn’t like her being up and about with a headache and a fever, but he was going to have to deal with it. “You can borrow one of my shirts.”

“Mmm borrow is a funny word,” she murmured.

He helped her unlace her dress, letting her pull it off while he dug around the drawers of his dresser trying to find something clean for her.

“Come on Firefly, arms up.” He tapped her arms, helping her raise them.

“You’re cute when you’re worried,” she said with a little hum as he pulled the shirt over her arms and head. It fell down her shoulder, he pulled it back up and tightened the drawstrings.

“This is a dress on you,” he muttered, tying the drawstrings into a bow. It would still fall down her shoulder but it was better now.

She reached up to smooth out the creases between his brows, giggling at the shock in his eyes when he met hers.

“Very cute.”

He stared at her for a moment, his shirt falling just above her knees. She felt like a kid playing dress up, but his smile came fast and soft.

He kissed her cheek, then the other. She giggled, wrapping her arms around his neck. “We have to start,” she whispered as he kissed the tip of her nose.

“Oh dusting can wait one minute,” he replied with a cheeky grin.

She covered her mouth with a hand, wrinkling her nose at him as he moved to kiss her, kissing the back of her hand.

He moved away. “No kisses,” she said, wiggling out of his grasp. “Don’t wanna get you sick. Again. That would be bad.”

He kissed her cheek, only holding her closer. She squeaked. “I’ll risk it,” he murmured.

She pushed his face away, giggling. “No! I don’t wanna get you sick again! I’m contagious!”

She ignored her headache as they toppled onto the bed in a pile of limbs. She scooted to sit up away from him, sticking her tongue out as he rested his chin in his hand. He stuck his tongue out at her as well, wiggling closer to her.

The shirt fell off her shoulder as she looked at him. “No.”

“Please?”

“No!”

He sat up, wrapping his arms around her waist and tugging her closer, making her squeal. She pursed her lips and looked away from him. He buried his face in the crook of her neck, kissing her softly there.

She let out a tiny squeak, her skin buzzing as he smiled. His touch was gentle as he kissed up her neck and the underside of her jaw.

“You’re minute’s up Giant,” she breathed as he kissed her jaw and cheek. “C’mon! We have to go! I left the stove on! There’s coffee!”

He only laughed, kissing the corner of her mouth. She sulked, trying to wiggle out of his arms. “Lucas,” she whined, tugging on his arms. “Stop trying to seduce me and let go!”

He stopped, arms going slack. She tumbled forward with a yelp, falling face first into blankets. “Seduce you?” he asked as she turned over. He moved her legs into his lap.

She glowered at him. “Don’t think a few well placed kisses will distract me. Your minute is up buster. My headache isn’t gonna go away by itself. And you have things to clean!”

He rolled his eyes with an affectionate smile. She could see something start to brew in his eyes. Today wasn’t going to be easy.

She knew that.

She looked at her freshly bandaged hands, at her scars.

She peered at him through her lashes, he was tapping out a beat to a tune only he knew against her calf.

Pushing herself up onto her elbows, she pecked his lips quickly before scurrying off the bed.

He paused, touching his lower lip and looking at her. She smiled, ignoring her headache as she placed her hands on her hips. “There. You got a kiss. Now c’mon slowpoke. I gotta strip the bed.”

His smile was infectious and mischievous as he followed her off the bed. She laughed, dancing away from him as he chased her out of the room.

He scooped her off the floor, hugging her close as he laughed in her ear. She snorted, and Jolie meowed at them.

He set her down on the counter, curling her hair around one of his fingers.

She tilted her head, kissing the tip of his nose. “I cleaned the counter, but I still have dishes to clean.” She looked at the spoon on the floor and winced. “Also the floor and wall.”

He brushed her hair back, playing with it a little. “You just stay right here, I can handle it.”

“But it’s my mess!”

“A mess you made because of me.”

She sighed, leaning back against the upper cabinets. “I’m fine, Lucas. It’s a tiny sinus infection. I can clean up my own mess.”

He kissed her forehead, her skin was a little sticky with sweat. “Your fever got worse,” he murmured. “You should rest.”

She glared at him. “I’m not resting. I promised you I would help. This isn’t something you want to do alone.”

He patted her leg, but she saw the affirmation in his eyes. He dug around the cabinet under the sink, pulling out a clean washcloth. He was silent as he ran the cloth under cold water and wrung it out. The smell of coffee made her relax.

He placed the damp cloth over her clammy skin, her eyes snapping open to meet his. Worry creased his brows again.

“You can stay,” he offered, voice a bit gruff. “But if your fever gets worse…”

She rolled her eyes and stuck her tongue out at him. “I haven’t passed out, thank you very much.”

He winced, pulling two mugs down and using a ladle to pour coffee into them. He didn’t respond as he moved to get cream and sugar, holding them up in a silent question. She nodded, watching him finish up her mug and pass it over to her.

“Wait, you can have coffee right?” he asked as she held it below her nose.

“Caffeine helps with headaches,” she said with a hum, enjoying the warmth of the drink. “Herbal teas help with fever. Along with water, of course.”

“Do you want me to make you tea?” he asked softly, drying his hands on a nearby towel.

“I’ll be okay for now,” she said with a smile. He pressed the back of his hand to her cheek, that worried (cute) look never leaving his face. “Lucas! I’m fine!”

He brushed the skin of her cheeks with both thumbs, his face darting closer to hers. Her breathing hitched, heart skipping a beat. She wasn’t sure if she’d ever get used to him being this close to her. She liked it, but was unused to the reaction he stirred in her.

He smoothed her hair back, moving away when he saw what he wanted to. She almost whined at the loss. His expression shifted from worried to something more...vulnerable. “What do you do when the doctor is sick?” he murmured, hand trailing down her shoulder and arm, gently cradling her hand as he moved away.

She laced their fingers together, tugging him back to her. “Well,” she started as he looked at her. She dragged him back to her, him shuffling nervously. She beamed up at him, wrapping her arms around his waist and burying her face in his chest.

“Hugs are good.”

He chuckled, wrapping her up in his arms and tugging her close.

He kissed the top of her head, smoothing her hair down. She let out a happy hum, feeling much warmer now.

He pulled away too soon, much to her disappointment.

She pouted, making him laugh. “Oh don’t give me that look. Like you said, we have things to do today. You were going to do…” he tapped his chin, pretending to think. Her pout melted into a smile. Fuck she loved him. “Laundry was it?” He smiled, flicking the tip of her nose. “I simply must do something!” he said, making his voice reedier in an imitation of her, holding a hand to his forehead.

She gasped. “I do not sound like that!”

He only laughed, moving away from her.

“I don’t!”

“Sometimes you do.”

She made a face at him. “Yeah like you sound any better.”

Offense flooded his features and she smiled smugly. “Oh yeah look at me-” she lowered her voice, her throat making everything sound more gravely, but it worked. She sounded ridiculous. “-I’m Lucas and I get people bit by eels on the daily!”

“Hey!”

She giggled, breaking the facade.

He made a face at her, but it was cracking under his laughter.

“I don’t sound like that,” he said, petting Jolie.

“Yes you do.”

“No I don’t!”

“Yes!”

“No!”

She giggled, putting her now empty mug down. Her headache was starting to fade which was nice.

He moved closer, ignoring their argument. “Did it help?”

Her gaze darted to the sink. No more dishes! “M-Mmmhmm!” she hummed, her heart skipping beats all over the place. He made a face when he checked her temperature again, she made one back.

“Fever is still there.”

“...maybe a little tea would be good.”

He laughed, moving in to kiss her. She made a show of shaking her head and pursing her lips, making him pout.

She kissed his cheek. “Contagious? Remember?”

“It takes more than that to get me sick.”

She quirked an eyebrow with a wry look. He wilted a little under her gaze.

“Hmph. Fine. But I will get a kiss eventually.”

She laughed. “C’mon now, super strong immune system. Let’s get to work.”

The problem she found with laundry was the fact she had to do it outside. Washing was messy and not to mention hanging things up on clotheslines. She couldn’t go far in her condition, and Lucas was…

Against it.

What if something happened to her and he wasn’t there to help? Kind of deal.

It was not easy to convince him to let her be outside. His worry was sweet, but the dizziness that came with her headache was starting to fade. Coffee truly was a gift from the gods.

She knew he was checking up on her, looking out the window and coming down the stairs to say hello. Each time he walked down to talk to her, and give her something to eat, his hair got wilder and wilder.

She stretched up onto her tiptoes, clipping the damp sheets onto the clothes line she had set up. The day was cooler, still hot, but cooler. The cloud cover was also nice. And the tiny breeze. Thank gods for the tiny breeze. The heat was almost sticky, making her want to lay on the floor and do nothing.

But she made a promise.

“You’ve been busy.”

Speak of the devil.

Against her will, she felt herself brighten. She wondered how atrocious his hair would be this time.

“I have,” she replied, not looking at him as she finished clipping the sheet to the line. The breeze knocked it back into her face, making him laugh. She made a face to no one in particular. “Granted it’s been fighting me the whole time!” She glared up at the sky, smiling at his laughter. He sounded a bit tense, she knew cleaning alone was taking a toll.

“Aren’t you gonna look at me?” he joked.

“Mmm I’m scared to see the rat’s nest.”

“Rat’s...nest?”

“Your hair, silly goose.”

“Ah, so I’m a goose now?”

“Hmm, a gander.” She finally turned around, smiling brightly. “I am the goose.”

He laughed, leaning against the doorframe. She was right about his hair, there was so much dust clinging to it she feared he’d turn the bathwater black.

He saw the look on her face, his smile turning smug and amused. She wrinkled her nose at him, crossing her arms.

She finally spotted the plate in his hands.

“Oh! Is that a lemon?” she asked, curiosity outweighing her annoyance. She moved closer, almost singing out of happiness. Lemons helped with all sorts of things. Fever, sore throat, the like.

And they were delicious.

“You mentioned spice and lemons. So I brought the best thing I could.” He swatted her hand away, making her yelp. “Eat it like a hooligan in front of me again and you’re grounded,” he said, bending down slightly to be at eye level with her. She fought the urge to knock the dust out of his hair. “Got it?”

She pouted. “But-”

He tapped the tip of her nose, making her wrinkle it at the contact. “Absolutely not. I have seen a lot of weird food things in my time. That is the worst.”

“You can’t ground me!”

His grumpy facade was cracking. She placed her hands on her hips, rising up onto her tiptoes to match him. Their noses pressed together, and this was a terrible awful no good very bad idea.

“I can,” he said, a hint of laughter sneaking through. “And I will.”

Her eyes darted down to the lemon slices, calculating the risk. She had no doubt he would manhandle her back into the house if she did this.

But he would have to catch her to manhandle her.

He realized what she was doing too late, the evil grin had crept onto her face and she snatched a lemon slice, dancing away from him. Her fever had gone down a tad, and with no dizziness?

No problem.

She stuffed the lemon into her mouth. He let out a curse, making her grin around the sour fruit. He set the plate down, she swallowed the lemon and ran into the thick of the hanging clothes.

He chased after her, muttering about how vile that display was.

She giggled, pressing her hand to her mouth to stifle the sound. She could see his shadow moving through the sheets and his clothes. She danced away from him, letting out little musical notes to taunt him.

He moved a sheet aside for her shadow, making her laugh.

“Don’t tear all my hard work down looking for me, Giant,” she teased. “And I thought with your height you would’ve found me already!”

“Well it appears hunting for trickster fairies is a bit harder than one might think,” he called back as she moved farther into the back, trying to keep her footsteps quiet. He wasn’t hard to avoid, the height and how loud he was.

She giggled.

“First you made off with my shirt, and now you smuggled a lemon away.”

“Well you are very easy to trick,” she said. “Think about me at my full power! You’d never be rid of me!”

He laughed, she could see him move closer to the front door. Her face broke into a smile as she leaned against a blanket in the back.

He went silent. Chewing on her lower lip, she moved to the clothes in front of her, looking past them. He wasn’t where he was before.

Releasing her lip, she stood on her tiptoes to look again.

Then she was picked up, his breath warm against her ear. Her breathing hitched, heart like a rabbit running amok in her chest. “Found you,” he whispered. “Little goose.”

“Honk honk.”

He snorted, her legs dangling as he carried her awkwardly to the door. “You finished here, right?”

“Yep!”

“Then you’re grounded.”

“Wha- HEY!” She kicked her legs, trying to wiggle out of his grip. “You can’t ground me! I’ve done nothing wrong! I’m being framed!”

He was laughing. She liked to make him laugh, she decided. She wanted to make him laugh all the time just to see him light up in the way he did. Besides, she liked being silly with him. It wasn’t prim and proper all the time with him.

“Framed? I watched you commit the crime!”

“You have no evidence!”

“I watched you!”

“But you’d miss me too much,” she said, pouting as she looked up at him with pleading eyes.

His look was wry. “I won’t miss the crime of eating lemons raw.”

She gasped. “It’s no crime!”

His look turned teasing as he kissed her forehead. “Says the person who doesn’t cook.”

Her gasp turned more offended as she swooned. “Oh you wound me. Using my own weakness against me! The audacity, the horror. How will I ever recover from this blow to my pride!”

“I’m sure you’ll get over it.”

“Get over it?! Get over it?! Nay sir! I shall never! I will be enacting my revenge plot with friends on you soon enough!”

He was laughing too hard to reply. The fact he was carrying her all dangly like a cat was another “blow” but she didn’t seem to mind.

He kissed behind her ear as he set her down on his bed. She tugged her boots off, placing them by her side before laying back.

She saw the pile of clothes on the chair and sat up, her hair falling around her shoulders. “Are those clean?”

He looked over and nodded.

She brightened. “Well since I washed and hung everything up to dry, mind me folding?”

He blinked in surprise. “I um, no?”

She giggled, getting to her feet. “Mind extending my grounding to the couch?”

He tapped his chin in thought. “Well…after that display of terribleness I’d like to say no.”

She jutted her lower lip out a little, clasping her hands and pleading with him. “Please?”

He cracked so fast under her gaze. “…fine. It…it’ll be nice to have you to talk to.”

She cheered, jumping up and down. He flushed at her reaction as she gathered the clothes on the chair. Some shirts had holes in them and they were wrinkled beyond belief.

He chuckled, helping her out. “You really don’t have to do this,” he said as they walked to the couch. She could see the progress he made with cleaning. There were still things in little piles, stuff she knew he couldn’t find a place for but didn’t want to part with.

She dropped the clothes in her arms on the couch, looking up at him. He wasn’t meeting her eyes, a flush climbing up his neck and face.

“Oh please,” she said. “I want to help you. That's why I offered.”

He looked back at her. She helped him set the clothes down, holding his hands and running her thumbs along his knuckles. His shirt slipped down her shoulder, his eyes flicking over to the movement.

She smiled, letting go of one of his hands and tilting his chin. “Eyes are up here, gander.”

His cheeks reddened. “W-Who’s trying to seduce who now,” he murmured.

She giggled, pressing a hand to her chest. “Oh leannán, you’d know if I was trying to seduce you,” she whispered, softly kissing his jaw.

He grunted, and she smiled. “You play dirty, little goose,” he said, eyes meeting hers. That delicious blue. She wondered what paints she’d have to mix to find the shade. She reached out, brushing his brows. He grabbed her hand, kissing her palm. “I don’t even get a real kiss and you start talking like that.”

“I am proud of you,” she said softly, he jolted, dropping her hand. She only smiled, sitting on the couch.

“W-Why?”

She hummed, starting to sort the clothes before her. Shirts. Pants. So on.

“I don’t need a reason to be proud of you, I just am. But…I know it’s hard. Letting go, I mean.”

“Letting go?”

She peered at him through her lashes. “You’ve only touched your bed, that chair, parts of the bathroom and the kitchen. One room is closed. Your house feels like a ghost. You haven’t really touched anything since they died.”

He flinched.

She kept her tone soft. “Grá rúnda, I’m not dumb. I can see these things.”

“That’s a new nickname,” he muttered.

“It is, but don’t change the subject. I was trained to be observant.”

He sighed, fidgeting with the bandages around his arm. She wondered about the scars below the cloth.

Remembering the old plague cross and the fires…she didn’t have to wonder long.

“I know I was…blunt.” He snorted, she flushed red. “But I am right.”

His head snapped up. “But-”

Her look was soft but stern. “Giant, living in a house pleading the ghosts of the past is no way to move forward and change. You think I don’t know this? I watched my father almost be broken because of the death of my mother.” She held her hands up, barring her heart for him. Willingly this time. “I watched it almost destroy me and my family. Mamaí was the light in my daidí’s life. But it’s…not the same.”

She set a folded shirt by her side, staring at the holes in the next one. She wondered if he had embroidery hoops.

“I know it’s not,” she whispered, her voice deathly quiet. “But moving on, happens. Want it or not, it will happen eventually.” She chuckled without humour. “You just had it yelled into you by me.”

She watched him stare at his feet.

“I loved my mamí. Hell, I look just like her. I...know she isn’t coming back. But I can hold onto fond memories, can’t I? She wouldn’t want me…living my life the way I did. Goddess, she’d be furious with how we took her death. She once threatened to murder my father with a tree branch don’t you know.”

He chuckled and she smiled. There he was.

“You get your spitfire from her,” he murmured.

She pursed her lips to keep from laughing. He wasn’t wrong.

“She wouldn’t want me to live that way. She wouldn’t want my dadí to live that way. So would your family want you to live like that?”

He flinched, going quiet. His face slowly drained of colour. She bit her lip, hoping she didn’t cross a line.

His voice was barely audible. “No.”

“It’s your life to live,” she said, conviction strong in her voice. “So start living.”

He wouldn’t look at her, but his shoulders were shaking. He wasn’t crying, not yet. She moved off the couch and wrapped her arms around him, burying her face in his back.

He held her hands tightly, his shaking in hers. She kissed his back through his shirt as he traced her scars, sending tingles down her spine.

“What are these from?” he asked softly, voice thick with emotion.

“Mirrors,” she replied, her voice sounding breathy even to her own ears. She could feel his confused look at her hands and she let out a small giggle, stretching up onto her tiptoes to kiss the back of his neck. His skin grew hot under her lips. “Story for another time.”

He kissed her fingers again, then her palms and wrists. Her heart was so loud, an ‘I love you’ at the tip of her tongue.

She paused, kissing one of the visible scars on his shoulder. Now wasn’t the time for that.

He didn’t need those words just yet.

She laced their fingers together, squeezing his hands once before pulling away. While she knew she wasn’t ready to say it; she was ready to show it.

“Oh! Do you have embroidery hoops?” she asked, looking over her shoulder. When he met her eyes she could see how grateful he was about the subject change. She knew this was hard, and as much as they acted like an...old married couple (her cheeks flushing red at the thought) he was still hurting.

“If you don't, that's okay!” she finished with a smile. “I was just-”

“I do.”

“H-Huh?”

He smiled, it wasn’t forced, just a bit more emotional than usual. She hoped she didn’t cross a line. “I have a basket of...that stuff. My grandma used to embroider.”

“Oh. Oh! You...you’d let me use that?”

He nodded, moving inside the room she knew nothing about. A second bedroom?

She wasn’t going to push it.

He left the room with a basket, she could see hoops and embroidery floss. Her expression brightened.

“So, what are you gonna do with this?” he asked as she took the basket from his hands.

Humming, she set a shirt on her lap, making a face at the amount of tiny tears in the hem of the fabric. She pulled out a larger hoop, doing her best to get all the tears in the hoop.

“What colour do you like best?” she asked, holding the floss up.

He blinked at her ignoring his question. Then he looked down at the thread in her hands.

“Um…the dark blue? And the silver?”

She grinned, putting the rest of the colours back. “Why dark blue?” She looked back up at him. “Not the light blue?”

“I like the dark blue better,” he said with a little smile. He brushed her cheek with his knuckles, before moving away.

They worked together, with only her voice filling the quiet.

She talked about anything and everything. Her family, her adventures away from home. All of it. Stories from the clinic made him laugh the most.

Finally, he had plopped down on the couch next to her, watching her work.

She leaned into his side, his arm going around her shoulders as he kissed the top of her head.

She held up the shirt she was working on. She was almost done, with silver and dark blue dog paws climbing up the hem.

“It’s lovely- wait, is that my shirt?”

“It is! I um…hope you don’t mind.”

His face was almost glowing when he looked at her. “Thank you, it’s cute.”

Her smile made her cheeks hurt. “I can show you the basics, if you’d like.”

“Basics? Of embroidery?”

She nodded, digging through the basket to pull out scrap fabric.

Moving slowly she slowed him how to put the cloth into the hoop, tightening and then handing it over to him.

“You thread the floss like this…then you knot it. Keep some space so it doesn’t fall apart.”

He nodded, nervously taking the needle. She dug around for a fabric pen and sketched out a simple design. A heart was how she started. It was fairly simple and you could do all sorts of stitches inside.

She kissed his cheek. “Try sewing along the lines I drew here. It’s like you’re actually sewing.” She showed him, poke the needle up, bring it down and so forth. “Be careful about pricking yourself.”

He nodded, tongue sticking out a little as he focused on the stitches. She snuggled into his side, finishing up the paws on his shirt.

“Like this?” he asked after a moment. She looked over at his work and smiled.

“Exactly! You’re doing great.”

His face flushed at the praise, staring at his hands. “Am I? I feel like my hands are a little…too big for this.”

She smiled, covering his hands with hers as she leaned against him. Her fever had gone down but she was still cold.

She yawned a little. Of course now she was sleepy. And the headache was coming back.

“You’re…doing great,” she murmured with a sleepy smile. “Practice makes perfect! And your hands are fine. My dad knits don’t ya know. And he’s maybe a little shorter than you! He does just fine.”

He chuckled, kissing the top of her head. “You sound tired.”

“Mm not tired.” She yawned. “At all.”

He set his practice hoop down. She looked up at him, a question on her lips.

His smile was a little wolfish and a lot smug.

Quickly, he kissed her.

“Told you I’d get a kiss,” he murmured, kissing her cheek.

She blushed. “Idiot, you could get sick.”

He moved the folded clothes off the couch into a nice stack on the floor, the halfway done embroidery work she was doing on top.

Yawning himself, he scooted down the couch (legs hanging off the end).

She was perched on his legs, grumbling to herself as he smiled.

“How about a power nap?” he asked, teasing in his voice. She made a face at him but shifted down and tucked her head under his chin.

“Hmph,” she huffed, snuggling into his chest.

She yawned again, closing her eyes.

“Thank you,” she whispered.

“What? What for?”

She let out a happy hum. ��For cleaning. I know…it’s hard.”

He sighed. “I’m sorry I caused you so much trouble.”

“Mmm I’m trouble too.”

He snorted softly, rubbing the back of her head and holding her close. “Well at least you’re cute, Trouble.”

She giggled softly, yawning again.

“Sleep now, Thumbelina.”

“We have many nicknames.”

“Little goose?”

She giggled again. “Gander.”

He chuckled, letting out a soft sigh. “Get some sleep, Firefly.”

“O…‘kay.”

She knew she was falling. Falling down a deep pit with nothing to see or hear. She didn’t know how long she would fall, how far. How much it would hurt when she landed.

She just knew he’d be there to catch her when she finally found the bottom.

He murmured something to her hair as she fell asleep.

#the arcana #the arcana game #oh so slowly this does not count as an arcana fic lol #my writing #maeve x lucas #maevas #lucas #maeve #I mean #im stealing the world for my nefarious oc x oc content #hehe angsty romantic FOOLS #one day they'll confess they love one another #one day

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Rebecca character headcanons: How they react to seeing without a towel infront of them by accident after a shower

A/N: Hello lovelies! This is for my dear friend @merci-bitch I'm still working on all of your request. Most of them are being started from square one. So bare with me as I make it through them. Coming back fully is a work in progress for me. I'm going through a bit of a rough patch right now. It's all going to be okay in the end though. Just got to take everything one step at a time. I love you all and I hope you all have a wonderful day.

Warning: Implied/slight sexual content, slightly NSFW

Rose

This a common occurence with Rose

She hates shoes and I do headcanon she also dislikes clothes

She's very airy and bohemian in her style

Wears a lot of silk and cotton

She doesn't like feeling weighed down by fabric and material

It's very rare she actually wears a pair of form fitting pants when she's home

And even then, they're very stretchy

There are a couple of scene in Doctor Sleep where Stephen King explicitly writes she has no top on

Or no clothes in general

Especially around Crow.

She's a beautiful woman and she knows it

She even walks around The Bluebell Campground when she gets out the shower with only a bath sheet on

There is nothing sacred in The True Knot

They've heard and seen it all by now

So a person covered by only a bath sheet, doesn't bother them

You personally would never do it intentionally

And if you do accidentally expose yourself or run around improperly dressed, it's an accident or in the most dire of situations

At this point you're still freshly turned and holding onto rube morals still

Well

At least as much as you can being in The True Knot

On this particular occasion where you dropped the towel, it was Rose's turn to go grocery shopping

She gave you the option to come but you chose to stay behind

You slept in til about noon and you were in desperate need of a shower

And a cup of tea

She made you scream the night before

So after a little relaxation you took your shower

You're the fun one in the relationship

So if you like to sing, you sing in there. If you like to dance, you danced.

Point being you lost track of time

The cold water beading down on your skin was a harsh reminder of that

You stepped out, dried yourself

Dropped the bath towel

Went to pick out some clothes

The curtains were shut so it wasn't like anyone could see inside the trailer

Or at least you thought so

Until you heard the clicking of the door knob

You froze, panic running through your body

There was Rose, paperbags filled with groceries in her arms

At first the two of you stood there looking at each other with blank faces

Somewhere in the midst of your shock, you can hear Crow standing outside the trailer politely leaving the other bags on the steps

And you become even more mortified

But eventually Rose began to smile

"Well, that's a greeting in half isn't it."

You're immediately embarrassed by the remark which makes Rose grin even more

"No, no, no. No shame. It's not like it's the first time I've seen you in this setting, right?"

You stumble on your words even more

And you can tell Rose is genuinely enjoying it

You don't know what to do

What to say

Part of you is humiliated

But before you can conjure any words, her lips crash down upon yours, fingers running through your hair.

She is loving every single moment of this.

Especially your flustered expression afterwards

Needless to say you're not going to be needing clothes for quite a while now

Riza

Like Rose this is probably a more common occurence on Riza's part

Except with Riza, its not a matter of she hates clothes

She just likes to tease

In this scenario, Riza was out on business

She had to negotiate a new contract with an arms dealer and she wasn't supposed to be back for a few days so you had the house to yourself

As I mentioned before Riza hates anything deemed "domestic"

So you took it upon yourself to tidy up while she was gone

After a day of cleaning, you desperately needed the shower

You took longer than you normally would of, humming to yourself as you washed up

You didn't hear the clicking of the bedroom door opening mid way through

You dried off and stepped out of the shower, still singing to yourself. Not bothering to cover up with the towel.

And as you step out of the bathroom there is Riza

Comfortably lounged out on your bed, clad in a bathrobe with her martini glass in hand

She has been waiting to see the day that she could pull this off and now she can

"Hello, darling."

Her tone is sweet but clearly hints at a seductive nature

You nearly fall onto the floor, next expecting her to be there.

She laughs at you clearly entertained by not only the expression on your face but also your attire

"You're too cute, Y/n."

As she begins to approach you, she stands as tall as she can. Trying to intimidate you with her height.

"You really are such a precious thing, aren't you? So petite and most importantly, all mine."

She presses gentle kisses up and down your neck that leave you in shock

Riza knows she's seducing you every step of the way and she is loving it

She leads your hands down to the tie on her silk robe and squeezes your hand in hers

"Do you want to see what things you do to me?"

I think everyone can fill in the rest of the picture here

Kathleen

Even though Kathleen is a bit of a flirt and sometimes a tease, there are clear boundaries between the two of you

In every relationship there is a need for privacy and respect

If you have neither of those, the relationship won't work

So between the two of you, you respect the other one's need for privacy

Kathleen would never do anything to make you uncomfortable intentionally, and you are the same way towards her

Even though you share a room, you have a knock before you enter policy

Sure you've seen each other naked before, but it's what makes the two of you most comfortable

So her seeing you naked in this situation, was honestly a complete accident

You and Kathleen work different shifts

She teaches theatre during the day and you teach music at nights

You normally do your hair, makeup, etc. while Kathleen is out the house that way you can see her for a few minutes before heading your own way

You showered about an hour after she left

After you dried off, you had no hesitation to just rip the towel off

After all, it shouldn't be a big deal

You have curtains in your apartment , the front door is locked, etc.

You walk into your bedroom softly humming to yourself and much to your surprise there's Kathleen

Rummaging through your shared bedroom trying to find her wallet

The two of you immediately let out a yell and yiy try to make an attempt to cover yourself with anything in sight

"What the hell are you doing?"

"What the hell am I doing?! I thought you were at work."

"I was at work but I had Augustus cover for me so I can run home. I can't find my damn wallet!"

You both were so embarrassed and your faces were evidence of that

It's something you both laugh about now but at the moment, it was not so funny.

After throwing on a bath robe and twenty minutes of searching, you eventually found the wallet and Kathleen was ready to go

She wrapped her arms around you at the front door

"Well that was quite the experience. Wouldn't you say so, darling?"

The smirk on her face is evidence she's well over the incident

But you can't help but tease

"Don't act like you didn't like it." You loop your arms around her neck. "I seen the way that you looked at me without that towel on before we had a moment to process."

The way she purses her lips makes your heart pound from the residual anxiety

But she eventually kisses you on the lips

The kiss last a while and leaves you out of breath

But it's a nice farewell that leaves a smile on your face

She might show you how much she loves you later on a day off after a drink or two

It's the little moments like this that make your relationship special

Jenny

Like I've mentioned before, Jenny is very clingy to who she deems as "hers"

So when it comes to your relationship, she has no sense of privacy or space at times

You could be in the middle of taking a shower and all the sudden

"You know, this is my favorite outfit."

And there's Jenny with her head either peaking in the shower or standing in the shower with you

It's a bit annoying and it's caused a few arguments between the two of you but you won't let it ruin your relationship

So this her seeing you naked thing, is somewhat common

On the occasion you accidentally dropped the towel, you thought she was downstairs rehearsing for her next show

She had a tour planned for the following week around Europe so you figured mine as well you do something nice to her before she goes on the road

You purposely picked out nice clothes

Spread them out all nice on the bed

You stepped out of the shower

Dried yourself off

Dropped the towel and as you're midway through walking to the bedroom

"Darling, I'm-"

You freeze up

And Jenny just stared at you

You can see her cheeks turn red and muttered a small "I'm sorry."

But she isn't

And her face shows it

Her lips are hinting at a slight smile

Smugness gleaming in those piercing eyes

"Could you stop staring at me like that?"

"Like what?"

And she knows damn well how she's staring at you

Her eyes wandering all over the place

"Like you're hypnotized."

"Well if I'm hypnotized by you tell me, how do I fix it?"

I think we all know how this ends

Rebecca

Rebecca is a very non judgmental person and has a good sense of humor

She's not the type that would make a huge deal about accidentally seeing you naked after a shower

Especially if it was within a time frame you didn't expect her to be home

Because she does travel alot for work

She'd be a little embarrassed at first

"Oh sweetie, I'm so sorry!"

Her cheeks would be cherry red and immediately reaching out to hand you your towel

And she'd step out to give you a moment to get dressed

Trying to make small talk to get both your minds off the incident

But afterwards it doesn't cross either of your minds

She's back to her normal self, hanging all over you every second she can and snogging

Dinah

If I already didn't want to hug Dinah, her reaction to this makes me want to hug her even more

Dinah is big on privacy

Even in your relationship, she likes to keep some things to herself

She will cuddle with you

She will kiss you

She will hug you

But she will not get undressed infront of you

And she absolutely would not want to see you naked

Under any circumstance

Her seeing you nude is something she is just not ready for

It's nothing against you

But she still needs time to heal and she doesn't know if she's ready for that next level in your relationship

And you respect that completely

The day she seen you naked was a complete accident

Dinah was busy doing errands and such while you were soaking in the bath after a long day of cleaning, so you figured she wouldn't be home anytime soon

Your body was fiercely sore. It hurt to even wrap a towel around it.

So what was the harm in not putting on a towel

As you were half way to your room, you heard the door the padding of feet softly across the floor and you froze

"Y/n, I'm back. My apologies, I-"

Yours and Dinah's eyes interlock and she nearly lets out a scream

She was petrified and looked near the verge of tears

Whether it was out of shock or embarrassment you can't tell

But it hurt so much inside to see her like that

You open your mouth to say something but before you even have the chance to say anything she's running outside

You debate on going after her right away but what good would it do?

She was already scared as it is and it's not like you can take the chances of walking outside nude

So you throw on a dress and shawl as quickly as you could and go to find her

When you do, she has her face buried in her hands but she's not crying which brings some relief

It was an accident obviously so she immediately forgives you but it's an incident that still sticks in your head for the next couple of days

Ilsa

Ilsa is similar to Rebecca in this situation except the shock factor hits her harder

She was off on a mission for the past couple of weeks and you were missing her terribly

Ilsa was supposed to be home earlier during the day but something came up

So you figured you'd take the time to make her a nice dinner and make yourself up

You didn't even hear her walk through the front door when she got home

You had the stereo on as you were making dinner and never bothered to shut it off

You dried off quickly in the bathroom and left the towel on the counter as you stepped out

You walked into your room expecting to be alone but there was Ilsa, clad in her favorite sweats and t shirt

Her eyes lock with yours and for a second it's intense, almost as if she's mad at you

If you weren't so locked up, you would of been running to find the nearest item of clothing and Ilsa must of seen it

Her expression quickly faded into an almost hinted smile and she blushed

"Hell-I am so sorry."

"No, no. It's fine. I made dinner if you want it. Do you mind to-"

"No, not at all."

You notice her eyes lingering as she leaves you alone to get dressed and you can't help but feel slightly humiliated

But by the time you're out of the room and dressed, she's over it and is all over you

Kissing your face all over and holding you close

The time you get alone is rare, but you both cherish it

#ilsa faust #rose the hat #jenny lind #headcanons #kathleen weatherly #rebecca ferguson #riza stavros #the red tent #dinah

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