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try-set-me-on-fire · 1 month

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brick BRICK please I AM ON MY KNEES i just saw the bucktommy MCD fic aldhslhdkalkabsk i know i KNOW you said you don’t have the time or purview to write it, but if you would find it within your heart to further read us into shreds in any way, shape, or form, i’d be eternally grateful

(only if you would like to, of course, and quite honestly, i’m not sure i’d be able to survive another drabble, let alone a fully fledged fic)

Alright okay I’m thinking about it too here’s a tiny thing mwah mwah

“It’s his birthday,” Buck says eventually, when the mug has stopped steaming entirely. It almost startles Eddie, the sudden sound in a quiet that felt so final. He turns off the sink, sets down the last of the dishes, joins Buck at the table. Buck’s thumb caresses up and down the side of the mug. When Eddie picks up his own, it's skin-warm. “I liked to… plan things, I like to be… organized.” A rueful smile that stops miles short of his eyes. “You’ve probably noticed at work. I’ve been told I can be a monster with a clipboard in hand.” His voice is steady enough that Eddie is pretty sure Tommy isn’t the one who ever did the telling. “And he was going to be 45 and feeling some kind of way about that so… So I, uh, had it planned already. Before- uh- b-before.”

Tommy Kinard has been dead for seven months. Eddie’s not sure he’s ever put that much forethought into anything. He enlisted after an afternoon chatting at a recruitment booth. He applied to the fire academy on impulse after he saw an ad online. “What were you…”

Buck sighs. “Camping. Up north. Rented one of those, you know, cute vintage RVs. We were going to stop a few places. Had the vacation time cleared and ready to go.” He grimaces, shrugs, his eyes wet again. “I never… canceled any of it. I probably could have got some refunds, but I just… it was too- I- I just couldn’t.” He coughs something adjacent to a laugh. “The… I picked mint green, like the toaster he- got it from his aunt, I think. Uh. For the RV. It’s probably sitting in a lot somewhere right now waiting for us.”

“Buck, I…” Eddie wants to reach out so bad his hand moves on its own accord, clumsy, catching on his mug and clattering the ceramic against the wood of the table. “If you wanted company you could have told me why, but also you- you didn’t have to come here. I-I’m sorry. I know how hard it can be to… to be around people, to talk to anybody when you’re feeling like… and special occasions just make it worse.”

Buck- laughs. A few soft snorts, through his nose, smile hitting a little closer to clear blue. “That’s the thing, Eddie. That’s the… I miss him like this every day. I wake up and- and there’s a moment before I roll over where I think- hope- what if when I turn he’ll be there smiling at me? I-I-I miss his smile so bad, I- I have pictures, t-there’s even video- our wedding- b-but- but it’s not the same-” He gasps, and his shoulders turn in again, all of him crumpling towards a center line as he covers his face with one hand, the other white knuckled around his mug. “Sorry. S-sorry.”

“No, it’s… it’s okay, Buck.” Eddie’s hand is still hovering over the table, he’d never done anything with it after his failed reach. Close the gap. Just close the gap. He doesn’t.

Buck wipes his eyes, clears his throat, straightens up again. “Sorry. It’s… it’s just a day. They’re all- they’re all going to be like this. He’s not going to be in any of them. So I just have to- I’m just going to keep going.” Another smile, still wet and wretched but genuine anyways. “Besides, I told Chris I’d be here to help. Not a promise I’m interested in breaking.”

Eddie nods, biting his tongue against the sting in his own eyes that he’s not even entirely sure the cause of. “Well, thank god. I flunked freshman bio.”

Tea sloshes over Buck’s hand with how hard his laugh rattles through him. Eddie jumps up to get a towel, and when he goes to hand it over he gets caught frozen for a moment by Buck’s amused eye contact. “Eddie.”

“Yeah?”

“I had a C+ average.”

Eddie’s not sure how they manage not to spill the rest of the mug in the outburst that follows, but it stays stubbornly upright as their laughter bounces around the kitchen cabinets, mixing together, filling the room. When Buck smiles up at him again it looks just a little easier, and Eddie thinks- he thinks he’d do a lot to make Buck’s life easy. He shakes out the towel and cleans up the tea.

#mcd #major character death #buck x tommy #my writing #buddie #the seconds ticking killed us all a million years before the fall

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delphi-shield · 7 months

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helping hand // leon s. kennedy

Leon x afab!Reader Smut wc: 2,600 mdni - 18+ hiii, you've all been so kind. unfortunately i am simply Too Awkward to properly express that, but i genuinely do appreciate all your kind words. please accept this smut as a token of my appreciation. i am definitely not luring you in with leon fics so that i can start posting the seven jill fics i'm working on haha what who would do that.

Leon helps you use a new toy. That's it, that's the smut. afab reader, use of dildo w/ knot & cumtube, size kink, use of good girl

You're not really sure what you expect Leon to do, per se - but in a moment of unfettered horniness, you had texted him. Told him how badly you needed him. He just hadn't known, maybe, what exactly you wanted from him. Not until you sent the picture, sloppily marked with a red line to show him exactly how far you had managed to take your newest toy - and how badly you wanted to take the whole thing.

You wedged your thumb between your teeth, biting at the nail. You stared at your last text message from Leon.

On my way ;)

That stupid fucking smiley face. You shouldn't be this nervous. You had requested his help. The ball was entirely in your court. You could pull the plug on this at any moment. Christ, it wasn't like he hadn't seen you naked before. He had knotted you into a pretzel more times than you could count, bent you over nearly every surface in your apartment, kicked your feet apart, and slid home like he was made for it.

But you've never really had this kind of experience with him before.

Sure, whatever. He had used your vibrator on you before. That wasn't an unwelcome guest. He had even mentioned more toys, left it up to you to decide when you wanted to introduce them to the bedroom. But this? This was different.

It was fucking huge, for starters.

The dildo sat there, intimidating on its own. You nudge the prominent head with a finger, trace the ridges down to the knot at the base. That's the part that's giving you trouble. That's the part you need help with. The cumtube should help, in theory. It’s already filled in anticipation of Leon’s arrival, the syringe lying off to the side while the toy sits in the middle of a towel you had spread out. You may as well get a spotlight, unfurl a banner that reads ‘HELP ME FUCK MYSELF’. Maybe some confetti poppers. Thoughts for next time. You should make a note of it.

Leon knocks like a cop, meaty part of his fist slamming against the door one, two, three times in a way that never fails to make you jump. You're already on edge, after all. Your pacing stops. You wipe your thumb off onto your shorts (tiny, barely more than glorified underwear - not like it matters. They'll be discarded soon anyway.) and wrench the door open. Leon grins down at you. His eyes skitter across the room, searching for the toy no doubt. You snort. As if you'd have it just sitting out on the kitchen table.

He greets you with a kiss to the top of your head, peeling off his coat and dropping it over the back of your couch. He slips out of his shoes - and you realize then and there that he looks like he's thrown on whatever was in reach at the time. His shirt is crumpled, socks mismatched - maybe he's more excited about this than you had expected. The thought sparks a prickle of heat across your skin.

"So," he says, stuffing his hands into his pockets, "when do I get to meet the little guy?"

"Little?" You tease, a grin twitching the corners of your lips into a smile.

He raises his hands, palms out. “My mistake.”

You snort, waving for him to follow you. As if he needs the encouragement. His hands settle onto your shoulders, thumbs gently pressing and massaging. You nudge the door open with your foot, sweeping your hand out in an exaggerated motion.

Leon lets out a low whistle. "Okay. Not so little."

Your nerves rise up again, getting the best of you for a moment. You pick at your finger, lingering by the door while he steps in, crouching down to observe the set up you've laid out for him.

"We don't have to," you offer him an out, shrugging like it's fine, like you won't be disappointed - like the idea won't be burning a hole in the back of your mind for the rest of your goddamn life every time you get even a little horny.

"No," he says quickly. He picks up the syringe, testing it curiously. A bead of lube dribbles from the head of the toy, drops to darken the towel below. "I think we do."

"But, like, we actually don't--"

Leon stands, turns back to you. His hands rest on your shoulders again, his head ducking to look you in the eye. He's not smiling - but damn, with that gleam in his eye, he doesn't have to.

"You want to. That's good enough for me."

Kissing him is the most natural thing in the world. A ‘thank you’, an ‘I love you’, all wrapped up into a press of your lips to his. He licks into your mouth, hands sliding down your arms slowly. He nudges your bedroom door shut only to press you against it, knee rising between your legs and pressing. You groan, rocking your hips against him, letting the friction ignite in the pit of your stomach. Your hands slip underneath his shirt, exploring skin that you've spent hours mapping out and committing to memory. He hisses a breath between his teeth, and you giggle when he mutters about your freezing little fingers, yet refuses to pull away. A hand trails to his belt, fingers fumbling with the buckle before his hand rests atop yours, stilling you.

"Nice try," he teases. "You're not getting out of this that easy. You asked me here for a reason."

No amount of huffing or pouting dissuades him. His kisses trail from your lips to your jaw, your neck, the hollow of your throat. He's shucking your shirt off of you, flinging it to some corner of the room. His hands grip your sides, kneading soft flesh between his fingers. For a moment, you wonder if he remembers that reason himself. He spins you around, off the door, and nudges you towards the center of the room, towards the little station you had set up. His fingers linger against your skin, leaving a trail of goosebumps where they once were.

"Why don't you show me how you usually do this and we'll go from there."

You clear your throat, your eyes skittering off to the side. You hook a thumb under the waistband of your shorts, tugging them down past the point of your hip. Leon’s gaze is hot on your skin, eyes narrowing the slightest bit when he realizes you’re not wearing panties.

“I kind of started before you got here,” you admit. You gesture sheepishly to a smaller toy lying discarded to the side. Leon’s shoulders straighten, the hiss of a breath sucked through his teeth. He lets out a slow, whispered ‘okay’.

It takes a few awkward, fumbling moments to get into place. You kneel over your target and Leon stands back with his hands on his hips, watching. You laugh, tell him it isn’t a spectator sport, and the awkward tension bleeds out of the room when he chuckles. He drops to one knee behind you, rubbing his cheek affectionately against the top of your head.

His hands settle firmly onto your hips, guiding you down onto the toy. Your head leans back against his chest, lube-slick hand curled around the base to keep it steady. The head slips into you, the slide greeting you with a rush of warmth flooding your belly. His lips press below your ear, murmuring strings of praises. His hands slide from your hips to caress your breasts, calloused thumbs circling your nipples, pinching them between thumb and forefinger and plucking. You keen, your back arching, pressing into his hands, and your hips roll. More of the toy presses into you - enough to give you pause, enough to drive the breath from your lungs in the form of a whimper.

The stretch and the burn isn't unpleasant. It fuels the fire in your belly, spreading to your limbs - but you know that this is the easy part. This part, you’ve done on your own. You take a moment, balanced on your knees, to enjoy the stretch, the fullness.

Before you get too comfortable, Leon's hands grasp your hips again and urge you upwards, the ridges of the toy dragging against your soaked walls. A groan stays locked behind your lips, tongue pressing to the back of your teeth. He presses you back down, sets a steady pace for you that you wouldn't have picked for yourself. His hands brace you, his arms looped around you firm, until your hips move without his guidance.

He raises his fingers to your lips and you open obediently, pressing your tongue to the seam of his digits. You lap and suck at his skin. His forehead lowers, pressing into your neck to release a hot groan against your skin.

He pulls his fingers from your mouth and grips your jaw hard - harder than he meant to. His fingers squeeze, pursing your lips for him to kiss. He’s ravenous, spit-slick fingers leaving a warm, sticky feeling against your skin, teeth tugging your bottom lip to his mouth for him to suckle. You aren’t sure which is more obscene - the sloppy, wet noises of your pussy or the starved way he kisses you.

"I am so hard right now," Leon whispers against your lips. A shock of arousal jolts your hips down. You groan, fumbling blindly behind you, hand slapping against his chest and sliding lower. He catches your wrist and chides, “Nuh-uh. Focus.”

“No fair,” you whine.

Leon drags the backs of his fingers down the valley of your breasts, across your stomach, and between your folds. The fingers you had sucked so dutifully moments before circle your clit in quick, harsh movements that pin your shoulders back.

“You want to talk about fair?” He growls in your ear. The knot catching against your hole, presses against you in a way that makes you whine and pull up. Leon leans against your back, urging you down again. “Calling me over just to help you fuck yourself? You think that’s fair?” You aren’t even sure what you’re saying anymore, babbling, hiding your face in your arm, body moving, chasing his fingers, chasing the press and the fill of the toy in your cunt.

“Almost there,” Leon huffs, his breathing nearly as labored as yours in a way that makes your heart

rate fucking spike and your vision blur. “Doin’ so good. Gotta get you nice and fucked open for me later, huh?”

You whimper and whine each time you come back down to meet the knot, the pressure against your pussy too much to push past, but god you want this, you want this whole thing so badly. Leon’s fingers stall on your clit, pressing against you firmly. He leans away, the heat of his chest disappearing and leaving you cold and empty.

“Leon -” you start to protest, your words melting into a moan. An ungodly squelch pushes lube through the toy, splurting deep in your pussy and coating your already soaked walls. You move, rising up and mewling at the contrast of the cool lube. The glide down grows easier, quicker, more desperate. The knot kisses your entrance against and again, lube and slick dribbling down the length of the toy and pooling at the base.

The press doesn’t burn any longer. It’s a pressure that makes your mouth drop open and your head roll back, your eyes squeezed shut. Leon is all over you, his fingers rubbing fervently at your clit, building a fuzzy, static-y pleasure that contrast perfectly with the deep, satiating fullness. He presses open-mouthed kisses to every bit of skin he can reach, his tongue licking and teeth nipping.

You sink down again and then it’s in. The breath drives from lungs, your whole body frozen a moment. It returns to you in a ragged moan. You slump against Leon, picking your hips up experimentally and pressing back down. The knot stretches you wide again.

“Good girl,” Leon coos, his eyes fixed on the apex of your legs, mouth parted. He lets you enjoy yourself a moment longer, lets you clumsily rock your hips against the base of the toy. “Good fuckin’ girl.”

His arm loops around your waist, easing you off the toy in a slide that makes you moan, makes your insides quiver and your eyes squeeze shut. A rush of lube gushes down the toy, darkening the towel. You don’t have the time to be embarrassed by the noise your body makes; he positions you quickly, your back resting against his chest, spread open for him with your legs draped over his knees. He grabs your toy, slick with lube and with you, and glides the head between your lips. Your legs twitch, but he holds them open. Blessedly, he doesn’t tease for long. He guides the toy into you and marvels at the way it slides so easily, at the noises you make for him, the part of your lips, the stagger of your breathing.

His hand grips the base of the toy, fucking you with it at his own pace, the grind and the push so perfect you can’t catch your breath. His hand flattens across your stomach to stop your squirming, but when it proves worthless he chuckles, mutters something about how needy you are, and goes back to playing with your clit.

You clamp down on the toy, your walls too slicked, too wet to offer any real resistance to the way Leon thrusts it into you. The stutter of your hips becomes desperate, the noises leaving you pitched high, and a final pass of Leon’s fingers against your clit makes you snap, the pleasure flooding through you in a wave that pulls you under, leaves you gasping for air. His mouth latches onto your neck, holding the toy still for you to grind onto as you work your way through your release.

It feels like an hour has passed when your head finally clears. The stiff feeling settling in your knees and in your hips is something for your to worry about later. Leon strokes your hair from your face, his arms curled around your waist now, letting you take your time as you recover.

“You still hard?” You ask, turning your head to kiss him.

“You have no idea,” Leon laughs, low and throaty. He kisses you soft, resisting the urging to tilt your head back and take this another direction.

He doesn’t let you relax too long, working the toy out of you gently. The emptiness has you curling into his side, you skin sticky with lube, sweat, your own release - god knows what, at this point. You can’t be certain that you really care, that floaty feeling still washing through your veins.

As much as you want to linger there on the floor, Leon scoops you up and deposits you on the bed. You reach a hand out for him, urging him to join you, but he only holds up a finger to tell you to wait.

“Gotta get this cleaned up. Gotta make sure you’re not hiding any other fun toys from me.”

“The dresser, second drawer on the right.”

He shakes his head, taking it for a joke. He shoots you a smirk as he opens the drawer. His face falters, surprise flickering over his features, a light oh leaving his lips.

“Well,” he says, his hands settling onto his hips. “Guess it’s a good thing we’ve got all night, huh?”

#leon kennedy x reader #leon kennedy imagine #resident evil imagine #leon kennedy smut #resident evil smut #resident evil #leon kennedy #i'll figure out a tagging system one day. maybe even navigation. until then? good luck.

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shotmrmiller · 3 months

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✨Toni~✨

I come with an idea. I need more FWB! Simon. I need angst, I need to suffer from this man, I know he would do us so dirty.

Like imagine since the both of him and reader are non exclusive, but reader gets knocked up. She's panicking because she's on birth control, trying to figure out who she slept with last and it's HIM-

And maybe, just maybe the last time they slept together, they had a fight. Because this Mansss decided to leave us after an argument, because he had another 'appointment'.

So yeah know, now we got to tell this dick we're knocked up. And I don't know you can go from there, if you don't like this idea, delete it ignore it.🫠

BUT ANGST.

Thank you for your time, I love you Toni you rock like always! 💓

oh, so dirty.

esp if i use the fwb simon from the (platonic) cbf johnny au i got.

Johnny held your hand as you waited the 5 minutes for the results of the pregnancy test.

"What am I gonna do if it's positive, Johnny? I can't...I'm not ready to be a mum!" you sniffled and took in a shuddered breath. "What are the chances that I'm the 1%?"

His expression was solemn, thin lips set in a firm line. "Ye finally gonna tell me tha' the father is Simon or do ye wish to continue playin' yer little game?" Johnny rasped.

You rest your head on his shoulder and tiredly close your eyes.

"Was hoping I'd never have to tell you. It was supposed to be just a quick knocking of boots and then we both went my merry, his miserable, ways. But as per usual, I'm just dogged by misfortune."

The wait for the timer to ring had your heart slamming against your ribcage. The prospect of birthing a child you never even thought about having had bile rising up to your throat, leaving an acrid taste on your tongue.

You start at the piercing ring of the timer but don't move to get up.

Johnny, forever your hero, is the one who bites the bullet for you.

He gently flips over the stick, stares at it for a second, then drags a hand down his face. He also doesn't look at you as he utters, "So are ye gonna tell 'em?"

You hastily crawl over to the toilet bowl and empty your stomach.

Pregnant.

You told Johnny everything. How it started that one night when he had been over here for drinks, and you had put Johnny to bed because he'd gotten to sloshed, to propositioning him and then the weekly hook ups.

Well, almost everything. He didn't need to know that you gave Simon a sloppy toppy in his kitchen while he snored away that same night you asked him to fuck you.

And then how it finally ended. Simon getting redressed at witching hour because some other tart called him to go over. (your thighs had still been wet from his spend at that time)

So you had called him an unpaid whore; A worthless piece of meat— good for nothing other than cock— and told him that if he leaves, you and he are done.

He had huffed out a laugh, grabbed his motorcycle helmet off your dinner table, and walked out the door without a backward glance.

Johnny hadn't said a word the entire time, but then again, he didn't have to. His countenance said it all.

Disappointment.

He looked so devastatingly disappointed that your eyes welled with tears in seconds and spilled— one fat drop after the other until he pulled you into his arms and held you as you wept, your grief and anguish visceral.

"Ye've gotta tell him, bonnie. He has the right to ken."

You let out an aggrieved sigh. Again, with this. "No. He hasn't texted in weeks. Clearly, Simon doesn't give a damn about me. 'Sides, we don't need him when you're around."

A wave of dizzying nausea slams into you, and your world beings to tilt on its axis.

"Don't feel so good, Johnny, I think I need to sit down."

Strong arms catch you as your body crumples and everything goes dark.

You rouse from your sleep and find yourself in Johnny's bed with a sharp pounding in your head. Groaning, you turn over to your side and press your fingers into your temples— hoping to alleviate some of the pain when your phone's screen lights up.

Simon's calling.

Goddamnit Johnny. Bloody nosy parker.

You decline it and wait for his text. He's always hated when you ignored his calls on purpose.

And there it is.

Where you ever gonna tell me?

Nothing you need to know about.

No? I thought you were on birth control.

We don't need you.

That mean you're keepin' it?

My baby? Yes, obviously.

Our. Stay at Johnny's, I'm coming over.

No, no. Stay at your girl's house. We'll be just fine without you.

Cute. I'll see you in 10.

(lowkey wondering how he would react if you told him it's johnny's. lol)

#fwb!simon #simon ghost riley

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estrellami-1 · 8 months

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If I Should Stay

So… I just realized I never explained the title? It’s from Eddie’s favorite song, “I Will Always Love You”. If y’all got that, kudos! If not, congrats, you’re just like me! 😂

Part 1 | . . . | Part 21 | Part 22 | Part 23

They leave the bathroom together, Eddie bowing dramatically as he lets Steve exit first, pulling a chuckle from Steve.

His eyes find Robin as soon as they walk into the living room. He asks a silent question with his eyes—Does she know?—and gets a silent answer: No. He sighs and turns to his sister, who is already looking at him. “Can we talk?” He asks, but she’s already standing and walking towards him.

She ruffles his hair with a familiar hand, poking his arm with her other hand as she grins at him. “Sure thing, bud. Lead the way.”

Steve pauses to sigh at Robin. “Can you brainstorm? Try to figure out how?”

Robin nods seriously. “I’ll fill them in.”

Steve nods and lets himself be led away.

As soon as they’re away from the rest, tucked away in a little side room, Alli hits him with a serious look. “What’s going on, bud? I know what you look like when you cry.” She tugs a piece of his hair and gives him a sad sort of smile.

He tries to smile, but it crumples immediately. “Sorry,” he whispers, trying not to cry.

He fails at that, too, when Alli tuts and pulls him into a hug. “It’s alright, bubba,” she murmurs. She’s taller than him, and it brings him right back to being five years old, scraping his knee outside and running to her because he knew she’d console him.

A sob tears out of his throat, and he hides his face in her neck, waiting for the tears to abate again.

Eventually they do, and he pulls back to wipe at his face, smiling at Alli when she hands him a tissue. “Sorry,” he murmurs again.

She just rolls her eyes and pokes his arm again. “Quit apologizing,” she says. “Now, what’s going on? How do I help?”

He stares at her for a moment. “I love you.”

She softens. “I love you too, bubba, but I can’t help if I don’t know what’s happening.”

“Yeah.” He takes a breath, rakes a hand through his hair. “So this is gonna sound really crazy, but I’m from four years in the future. Or I think I am. Now I’m not sure, because you’re here.”

She frowns. “Do I move, or something?”

“No. Alli…” he sighs again, scrubs a hand down his face. “You-” he swallows down tears. “You died when I was six, on a girls’ trip to Indy.”

She frowns. “That doesn’t make much sense.”

“I know.” Another sigh. He’s been doing that a lot lately, he absently thinks. “That’s why I asked Robin to figure it out.”

Alli nodded. “Your girlfriend, right? Or- no, that’s Nancy—oh, the future—”

“No,” he interrupts. Can’t help the smile. “Nancy and I… something happens, in the future, in the past, and, uh. I broke up with her?”

Alli blinks. Her expression is begging for clarification, so he sighs. “In a week she calls me—and my love for her—bullshit at a party. I don’t know how much longer it is after that, but she and Jonathan Byers hook up while we’re still technically dating.”

Alli’s eyes narrow, turn calculating. “And to think I-”

“Alli,” he pleads. “It’s okay. She didn’t do anything yet, it’s all in the future, remember? But I had four years to think on it and I realized we were never really it for each other, it was just comfortable, you know?”

Alli nods. “So… is Robin it for you?”

Steve chuckles. “In a different way, yeah. She’s my best friend in the entire world. Knows more about me than anyone else. And I’d do anything for her, and I know she’d do anything for me, but… we’re not together. And we’re never gonna get together, either. Neither of us want that.”

She nods. “But you’ve found the person who’s it for you?”

Steve bites his lip. “Maybe.”

A familiar gleam appears in her eye: the one she used to get when she’d sneak him a cookie too close to dinner time. “Oh?”

Steve worries at his lip. “Promise not to hate me?”

“I could never,” she says immediately.

“Alli,” he murmurs. Hates how his voice is shaking. “I need you to promise me, please.”

She stoops to look him in the eye. “I promise,” she says seriously. “I could never hate you, Steve.”

He takes a breath, nods. “Out there right now. Um.” Another breath. “His name is Eddie.”

She grins at him. “I met him. Damn, bubba, you have a type, huh?”

Steve blushes scarlet. “Shut up,” he mumbles, but leans toward her when she tugs him into a hug, hums when her lips press to the top of his head.

“Hey.”

He lifts his head. “Yeah?”

“You know my friend Cassidy?”

Steve narrows his eyes in thought, then nods. “Yeah, you’ve known her forever.”

“Yeah.” She bites her lip on her smile, nods.

“Oh,” he whispers, then begins to laugh. “What are the odds?”

“What are the odds indeed,” she laughs.

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bindeds · 2 months

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AL'S VER. BITE ME : PART 2 TEASER. — to the people who requested this, i am so sorry this took so long and it's still in the process of being written. i hope this is a worthy offering. warning : suggestive.

mlist. requests. part 1. PART 2 IS OUT NOW!!

“You smell delicious, mon cher.”

Your eyes widened at the mirror blurring right in front of you. The dull bathrooms of the hotel hadn’t gone through any paint jobs yet, so in this light, it was the palest, dullest blue that almost glorified the blaring red that your companion possessed. There was no running water and yet the edges fogged up, puffs of greedy heat threatening to reach the very center. You stared right back at your own puzzled complexion, a mix between restraint and twisted bewilderment.

Your hands were limp in Alastor’s slender ones as he held them by your sides, your right hand a little more extended than the other.

He lowered his chin and rested snugly on your shoulder. His eyes shut. His smile was persistent, mocking and as bright as ever.

“Is it truly what you desire?” Alastor asked, and like the moisture that infected the mirror, his bloodied velvet voice rang like a snake’s hiss in your head. “To be … undone by his frivolous charms.”

He spat the words out like it was venom threatening to poison the very tongue he used to keep you right where you were, conflicted with the thrill of your wrestling heart over what this man had been doing to you.

“Alastor …”

“Or would you prefer it to be by my own hand?”

Alastor’s left hand left yours in a quick motion as it went flush against your upper abdomen.

You bit your lip as his hand traveled further down the smooth fabric of your clothing, almost mirroring the movement of sweat rolling down your forehead and cheek.

“Well?” He refrained himself from laughing, but of course it was a very poor attempt.

You were slowly but surely crumpling in his ever tightening grasp.

His hand stopped dead at the very bottom of your stomach.

Your breath hitched. Liquid fire spread in between each strand of hair on your head as you gulped.

“May I?”

“Al, what are you doing? You wouldn’t do this. You’re playing with me,” you dared to speak out amidst the haze of speechlessness that had been cast upon you by this half-done bathroom—by the swell of Alastor’s chest on your shoulder blades, by his entire body that had been so perfect of a puzzle piece against the back of your own.

“Oh, but I would,” Alastor snickered in a low, sinister tone that only finished in a high. “You’ve already witnessed the measures I’d travel just to make myself happy. You and I are both unaware of what I’m capable of doing for the one I yearn for.”

“Al … that’s …”

This is all wrong. He’s going about it the completely wrong way.

#hazbin hotel #hazbin hotel fandom #alastor #alastor the radio demon #the radio demon #radio demon #alastor hazbin hotel #hazbin hotel fanfiction #hazbin hotel smut #hazbin hotel alastor #hazbin alastor x reader #alastor x reader #alastor x y/n #alastor x you #alastor hazbin x reader #hazbin alastor #alastor fanfiction

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failing-to-write-again · 4 months

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"Beloved I-"

"Oh, now I'm beloved? Funny I swore I was 'that lady' not a moment ago"

"My love please-"

"Oh no, do not concern yourself with this lady she is perfectly capable of seeing herself to bed"

You mutter as you sit at the vanity removing your finery after a particularly tense ball. You hear the bedding crumple slightly as he sits, noticing from his reflection in the mirror out the corner of your eye as he runs a hand through his hair.

"You must understand that I was trying to protect you. Vampires do not 'date' as such, and in these circles marriage is a contract. You would have been hounded."

You sigh as you feel the pressure alleviated from the adornments left on your head all night. Licking your lips and pursing them as if such physical actions could quell your frustration.

"There is protecting me from hounding and then there is throwing me to the wolves while they fawn over you."

You pause turning your head to the side to look at him not a reflection.

"While you had countless women hanging on your arm and begging for dances I was questioned and harassed by strangers."

"Why didn't you say, who crossed you?"

He stands coming to stand behind you, holding his hand awkwardly unsure if he should touch you in your state.

"I did try, Reiji!"

You spin around fully and stand glaring at him.

"At any sign of approach you shooed me away as I got looked through or glared at like some dirty rag. And then you placated them! 'Oh no, I have no idea who that lady is.' It took your father stepping in to stop one of them biting me when they realised our arrival together was simply coincidence"

Reiji's face shifted from guilt to fury. Looking to the side as he shifts his glasses further up his nose. For a moment only the ticking on his desk and your tense breathing audible.

"Why would he step in. He's the one who ordered I say nothing."

He hung his head, shaking it slightly before gently reaching for you arms and guiding you towards the bed.

"My love you must understand, I had to prioritize your well-being long term."

Biting back tears as he sits you on the bed, you pick at the seams of your gloves. You spat your next words.

"You were so cold, and then you got angry I danced with your father when he was seemingly the only thing protecting me. I was terrified and yet it's my fault? You dismiss me as if I'm nothing and then get angry at me when someone else does your job"

He inhales, as if stalling. Slowly he kneels, his face coming in to view as be tilts up your chin to look straight at him.

"Love, I may have. No I made an error in my judgement on the best way to act to protect you. I should have communicated my approach before."

He shifts bringing you right food to rest over his unbeating heart. Slowly opening them and kissing the exposed skin of your ankle.

"I want to build you, your own world. A life of happiness for you where you need never deal with unfair struggles once more. But to do so I require his approval to give you title."

He leaves the shoe to his side and switches focus to your left foot. Focusing his gaze entirely on the task, finding it difficult to be so vulnerable and not in control.

"I desire no other the way I do you. It infuriated and vexed me to have these feelings pulling me so far from the course. Any woman who has ever approached me before has been dealt with in the same manner. Mannerly but ultimately fruitless words, enough to placate but never crossing a line to anything past passive. Until you"

He lets down your foot after removing it from the tight prison of a shoe you've worn all night. Slipping your hands into his and gazing up at you at last.

"You are my answer and focus. I am drawn to you as though I am the only one effected by your gravity. Do not be foolish enough to think I am a scientist who does not correct after a failed result. In future I will never let you leave my arm all night should you bless me with your company again."

You finally smile, squeezing his hands lightly, and leaning ever so slightly forward.

"You are a foolish man at times dear."

"How could I not be when you call me that so sweetly?"

Magenta eyes swirling with adoration draw you in. He shifts from kneeling with one to both knees to regain some height over you once more, tilting his head and leaning in pressing his lips to yours. A suddenly ungloved hand touching against your cheek. Your arms moved up to ground yourself, gripping his suit's lapels, pulling him closer. After a moment his pulls himself away, his tongue touching his lips as the taste of your lip gloss lingers.

"Am I forgiven beloved? Or will you be 'able to put yourself to bed' hmm?"

His eyes crinkle slightly as he grins at you. You chuff slightly before pulling him in by the collar, of course he allowed you this for once, vampiric strength dulled to allow his human some control.

"You ever call me 'that lady' again and I will choke you with your tie."

"Would you rather beloved or love?"

"My most dear and beloved love, you who brightens my night and whom I beg to receive kiss."

"I do believe you will cause a mass fainting should they hear that."

He climbs onto the bed as you lay back, one arm holding him up the other resting his hand on your waist. Your arms looping around his neck, nails lightly scratching the nape of his neck.

"You forget I can be just as possessive as you my dear. I'm not a massive fan of sharing"

#diabolik lovers #reiji sakamaki #reiji sakamaki x reader #tooth rotting fluff #romantic Reiji #just sum a lil sweet idk #did I write this to avoid studying?#i don't even know why you would say such a thing!#but yes #yes i did

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critterbitter · 5 months

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(cracks knuckles) alright, let's get to the funnies.

@atxin1 Thank you so much! The lab coat's actually a real coat I wear. Most of my friends can probably recognize me cause I look like a crumpled napkin, heh. @roseworks Oh boy HOWDY. On one side, it's a not a great thing that Litwick's cheerfully stealing bites from Emmet, but on the other hand keeping her with somebody she won't consume like a caprisun's... probably for the best for all parties involved. (I'll shuffle that under comic ideas though!) @coredesignixandnekonee (Chuckles morosely) dude I feel that. I am playing a b2 run with a friend, we're currently eating dirt right now. (larvesta's the oldest baby in the world. congrats!) @candyglumboy Ah sorry, I'm not open to art requests right now. Thank you for asking though! (Blaziken is VERY cool but a tad complicated to draw quickly for me, haha.) @i-do-a-little-drawing You know those dogs that start off as lap dogs and then think they stay lap sized even though, you know, they take up the entire couch? That. That's the energy I wish to go with. (Shuffling THAT into my comic ideas as well! Thank you for your giant galaxy brain good captain.)

#ask #mailbox

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lloydfrontera · 8 months

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sometimes i think i'm being too harsh on the webcomic and that maybe it's better than i give it credit for. but then i reread it and nope i am totally in the right and i will never forgive some of the choices being made

anyway.

why did they change julian's letter to lloyd. what purpose did that have.

look at this

doesn't seem so bad right? nice little letter julian being a sweetheart to his parents, even asking after his brother, nothing out of the ordinary

EXCEPT. THEY COMPLETELY CHANGED THE PURPOSE OF THE LETTER.

to star with it the letter was supposed to be for lloyd! not for arcos and marbella!! it was julian writing to his hyung just after graduating!! like!!

To Lloyd, I graduated, and I got fairly good grades. It's all thanks to you. I was able to give my all. And I realized a lot of things the last time I met you after a long while. It was all possible because of you. Thank you. See you soon. Julian, your young brother who wants to be your pride.

∧ this is the letter julian sent lloyd. do you see the difference. do you see how much feeling and sentiment they cut off on the webcomic??

julian isn't trying to prove to his parents that he can be as dependable as lloyd. he wants to make his brother proud!! he's thankful for what lloyd did for him!! he outright tells him it's thanks to him that he was able to graduate with good grades at all!!

he doesn't even mention that he graduated second of his class, arcos is the one that has to tell lloyd about it. and lloyd is genuinely surprised and awed by it! it's!! a cute scene!!!

just. here i'm really not making it justice

Lloyd carefully studied the letter. He was proud of every black word written on the white paper. It was only a few lines, but he swelled with happiness nonetheless. A part of him ven felt an immense sense of contentment. Before he knew it, he had read over the letter five times already. Graduation, huh. Lloyd, too, wanted to graduate. He wanted to graduate, pass the exam, and land a job. But he was forced into this world before he saw the fruit of his efforts. Though he couldn't deny that the knowledge he had acquired in his world helped him a lot, a corner of his heart was occupied with a pang of sorrow for being unable to finish his degree. Well, I know it's not like a diploma will feed me, but still. [...] But still, I wanted to get a diploma. Lloyd still felt regretful that he couldn't get one when he had put in great effort to get one. He occasionally ponded on the matter. And now, here came the news of Julian performing beyond any expectations of him and giving the credit to Lloyd. The boy even added a pleasing remark that he wished to become a proud young brother to Lloyd. Lloyd felt grateful and content as he read those words. His heart swelled with pride as though he was the one who had graduated. That rascal. I'm going to give him a noggie on his chestnut like head. Lloyd carefully folded the letter thinking to make sure it wouldn't get crumpled. Then he carefully put it in his inner pocked. Later, even when he continued to have his meal and enjoyed reuniting with the count and countess, he had his hand placed on the middle of his chest. And as though the letter was responding to him inside, it rustled. Lloyd swelled with gratitude and joy once again every time it happened. The entire time he couldn't erase the smile off his face.

lloyd is!! so fucking proud of julian!! he feels so happy he could be the reason julian gets to graduate!! to do the thing he wanted so bad but was unable to!! and julian responds in kind by thanking him and telling him he's the reason he could do it!! lloyd is so proud and happy it almost feels like he got to graduate himself!!

the care with which he puts the letter away!! worrying about it getting wrinkled!! unconsciously touching it and getting happy all over again!!

do you get why i'm so upset this scene was completely rewritten and stripped of all the care and love it had in the novel. do you get it. i want to bite someone.

#i talk a lot <3 #tged #the greatest estate developer #lloyd frontera #julian frontera #at least this chapter gave us cute arcos&marbella scenes but like.#was it worth it?#especially when they already cut off their backstory in the previous arc. was it worth it.#ch 200 #ep 99

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whumpycries · 4 months

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One word prompt: whimpering

i am. so sorry. this is so late but hdskljfsd dsklj.

ANYWAY. this update brought to you by yours truly who dealt with back and knee pain for 4 days straight proceeding a thing where i'd had to kneel for about 25 mins.

anyway. prev part here.

cw: kneeling, slavery whump, kinda dehumanisation associated with slavery/loss of autonomy, i guess?

Rowan had been counting the minutes very diligently.

All two of them.

“You know the amount of time you stay on your knees is exactly the amount of time I’ll take you outside for, don’t you?”

“I know,” August snapped, before wincing and dropping his head.

August knelt beside the chair Rowan was sitting on, pretending to read a book even as he kept his attention firmly on the squirming prince. Not even a full minute before he’d grown uncomfortable. He was on a rug. He tried to subtly lean his weight against the chair, but Rowan reached down to tug at his hair.

He was gentle, of course. August knew resistance would mean the entire outing would be cancelled. No need to use force where it wasn’t needed.

August straightened up at the first touch, flinching a little. He was biting down on his lips, his face strained with concentration, and Rowan couldn’t quite suppress his smile at that. He was trying so very hard.

At the three minute mark, August lifted himself off his heels and shifted a bit, wiggling his toes, before sitting back down with a grimace.

At four minutes, he asked, “How long has it been?”

Rowan didn’t even try to keep the humour in as he told him it’d been less than five minutes. He watched as August’s shoulders slumped and he exhaled loudly, a thin whine escaping him before he quickly smothered it.

“Can I...” August spoke up after a few moments, “Can I at least bring my hands to my front?” He was holding onto his left wrist behind his back, rotating his shoulders a little bit.

“The amount of time you spend kneeling with your hands on your front will be halved when adding to time spent outside,” Rowan informed him, watching August’ face crumple with a strange mix of despair and anger.

“It’s not fair,” he said, a little petulantly, and then promptly shut his mouth, as though realising how petulant it had truly sounded.

Rowan chuckled, “I’m not trying to be.”

August shifted again, lifting himself up and leaning his weight mostly on one knee for a few seconds before shifting to the other, creating a sort of sideways rocking motion. Rowan let him; he was kind like that. And either way, August stilled after almost an entire minute of that, slumping in place and putting his weight back onto his heels.

Another minute passed before August started whimpering. Very low, small sounds, that he was very clearly trying not to make as his face screwed itself up with anger and pain. Then he started grinding his teeth, loud enough that Rowan couldn’t ignore the sound at all, and he reached down to flick August’s forehead.

August looked at Rowan with such wide affronted eyes that Rowan’s annoyance at the teeth grinding evaporated. “What?” he asked, “I can’t even make noise now?”

“You can,” Rowan said, putting his hand on August’s jaw. He could feel how tense he was as he slowly caressed it, “But from what I know, humans can’t regrow teeth after a certain age. I’d appreciate it if you didn’t grind yours to dust, as I assume you’ve outgrown the age where you could have gotten a new set if you damaged your current ones.”

After a few slow blinks, where it looked like August couldn’t believe what he was hearing, he jerked his head away from Rowan’s touch, muttering, “What do you care?”

“Why, of course I care, darling,” Rowan said, imbuing as much cheer into his voice as he could, which was a lot, considering how delighted that question had made him, “You’re mine, which means your body’s mine, which means your teeth are mine. You’re not damaging yourself, are you? You’re damaging something that belongs to me.”

August stared at him for a moment, his eyes bright with tears, before he looked away, brought his hands out front, and almost flung himself across the rug, rolling over onto his back and kicking out his legs furiously. “I can’t do this, I can’t I can’t I can’t— don’t take me outside, I don’t care–” he said, words rushing into each other as he kept kicking his legs, probably trying to get feeling back in them. The chain around his ankle clinked and jingled at the movements.

After a few moments he went limp, staring blankly up at the ceiling.

“Well,” Rowan said, shutting his book and keeping it down onto the table beside him, “That was about ten minutes. Shall we?”

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#bad blood #my writing #whump writing #vampire whump #royal whump #whump

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concreteburialplot · 1 year

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Virality // 06*

06 - Whiplash*

summary/masterlist: here | crossposted: ao3

word count: 3.5k

cw: smut, alcohol, weed, fingering, drunken (consensual, protected) sex, kinda intense ruffilo 👀, 18+ MDNI

pairing: nicholas ruffilo x fem!oc

a/n: don’t be mean for no reason & let others enjoy things thnx :) future chapters w smut will have a * by the title

VALLIE

Nicholas and I get Noah onto his feet and practically carry him to his room which thankfully is on the first floor. Since Nick and I are also pretty drunk we sort of just plop him on his messy bed and set some water and ibuprofen on his nightstand.

Even though I’m crossfaded, it doesn’t stop me from observing his room. It’s what you’d expect, posters everywhere, a gaming chair with two monitors, striped navy sheets, but he at least has a bed frame. It reeks of weed, cigarettes, and sweat. What throws me off the most is how filthy the room is – I never expect a man’s room to be immaculate, but this is a disaster. There’s trash everywhere, crumpled soda cans, glass bottles, empty cigarette boxes, ash everywhere. His bed is full of mess too, piled with game controllers, books, rolling trays, lighters, a laptop, an ipad, and that’s just from the brief glance at it. The disarray takes up half of his entire bed and he is left with a sliver of mattress.

Nicholas carefully closes the door behind us like Noah is a baby he doesn’t want to wake. The house is empty, no boys, no music, nothing. “Do you have any more weed?” I blurt out, I need something and maybe smoking would help reign in my intoxication. He gives me a funny look with peaked brows. “What!” I ask playfully, still feeling the swirly buzz of alcohol spinning on my tongue.

“You just didn’t strike me as a smoker.” Giving me a small smirk before rounding the table, “It’s in the living room.” He gestures across the house and I follow closely behind. He snatches a glass jar and a neon green plastic bong from the bookshelf next to the TV then sits down on the couch, placing both items on the coffee table. “Folio is the roller so, I hope you don’t mind a bong? I can get a pipe if you want, I’m sure I could find one-.”

“I can handle a bong, thank you.” I bite down on my bottom lip to hide the smile that begs to plaster itself across my face.

“You’re just full of surprises, aren’t you?” The words seem to be edged with some hint of accusation, but I dismiss it as me just being a paranoid smoker. He packs the bowl with green carefully, making sure to pick out any stems or inconsistencies. Then, he hands me the piece and a lighter. “First hit.” Offering it towards me.

Sober me would definitely over-analyze the sanitation of this bong, seeing as it’s been shared amongst at least four men with I’m sure questionable guests – but I’m not sober, and I need this hit. Seamlessly, I press my lips to the thick black rim of the bong, use the lighter to sizzle the ground flower and inhale the opaque smoke. For a moment, I think I took it like a champ, until I completely exhaled and am consumed by a coughing fit. I shakily hand the bong back to Nicholas who’s laughing at me. “Dude, your face is so red right now. Are you good?”

“It’s just been a long time since I smoked from a bong.” I struggle to get out the words between coughs. I use a water bottle I’d stolen from the fridge to help ease the burning in my throat. It’s been a long time since I’ve done anything fun, I haven’t even drank in months since I’ve been so busy managing the last stadium tour. I needed this night more than I thought.

He easily takes a hit, exhaling a thick white cloud above us. “I got you.” He states as he leans across the coffee table and reaches into a decorative wooden bowl, grabbing something that sounded like crumpled plastic. His hand opens to reveal a small hill of vibrant Jolly Ranchers, “These help with the coughing, don’t ask, they just do.” A kind smile tugs at the edges of his mouth.

“Thanks.” I mirror his smile and take a blue raspberry rancher. After unraveling it out of the wrapping, I place it on my tongue. Much to my surprise, it does help significantly. “Wow, that’s crazy how fast that works. My eyes were fucking watering.”

“You’re welcome.” He replies with a smug smirk as he picks out a cherry flavored one to eat.

The events from that first rainy day at my house repeated themselves because we were once again sitting criss cross in front of each other on the couch eating snacks. From the amount of giggles that filled the living room and the heavy slur in our voices, it is clear that we were insanely crossfaded. I thought smoking would help my drunkness, but it only amplified it.

It’s 2 am and the house is still dead silent except for us. We’re trying to keep it down and speak in whispers, but it always seems to fail. Our knees are practically overlapping as we hold a tub of fruity sherbet between us. Somewhere along the adventure of eating the sorbet, I became aware of his eyes on me. Any time I catch a glimpse of him blood rushes to my cheeks, so I try my best to avoid it. But then, it becomes another drunken game I want to win.

I place a bit of the cold sugary treat on my tongue, taking my time to fully clean off the spoon and pulling it from my mouth with a pop. His stare follows my every movement and lingers on my mouth. “Hm.” I hum, “Can you check if my tongue is still blue from the Jolly Rancher?” I don’t know what I’m trying to get out of that, but it feels like some sort of a power move.

“Oh, uh, yeah, sure.” He answers, his voice lined in caution.

I lean forward, making sure to show off my low cut top and innocently stick my tongue out. His eyes widen slightly, “Yeah, still blue.” Before I can retract, he matches my energy, “What about mine? Still red?” He offers out his tongue just like I did.

I tug at my bottom lip with my eyes glued to his tongue thinking about what it would feel like to be under it. “Mhm, yep.” I nod. There’s stillness between us as our gazes shift between each other’s lips and eyes.

Our lips clash together, and it’s like a cage of butterflies locked in my stomach just unleashed throughout my entire body. Between the butterfly frenzy, the alcohol and the weed, my whole body is buzzing and on fire. I don’t know what I’m doing, and I don’t care, everything feels so fuzzy and so good.

We mutually pull from the kiss, analyze each other’s eyes, then reconnect our lips again. Trembly hands find their ways into each other’s hair, pulling us closer. I can tell he’s holding back but I need more. My body’s moving faster than my mind, I don’t even have a moment to think before I practically throw the tub of ice cream onto the coffee table in order to deepen the kiss.

Every last bit of professionalism and restraint leaves my body when his large hands find my waist and pulls me closer. His tongue sweeps against my bottom lip and I oblige with entrance. Our tongues dance together at the same momentum that our bodies are reacting to each other. I draw away for just a moment, “I normally don’t do this with clients.” I breathe out hastily.

“I don’t do this with managers.” He shoots back immediately, his chest rising and falling rapidly.

“Do you want to stop?” But the hunger behind his silver eyes answers for me. He meets my lips again and pulls me into his lap, with my knees anchored at each side of him. My short skirt rides up my thighs, so it is just my panty-covered core against his strained jeans. I roll my hips against his in an attempt to get some friction. He lets out a deep groan from the back of his neck, his hands gripping my hips hard as I move against him.

He detaches from my lips and soon finds my neck, beginning to suck at the sensitive skin below my ear. “Fuck.” I whine out quietly, still grinding against him.

“We should probably move to my room...” Nicholas mumbles with a reluctant urgency in his voice.

I think about it for a moment, but I know I’ll back out if I comply. If I agree I won’t follow through – which is the smarter idea but I’m not thinking with my brain right now. My head is drunk and hazy and all I can think about was him. “I don’t want to.” I answer under my breath.

“But if the others catch us –.”

“They won’t.” I briefly look around and take an oversized blanket off the back of the couch, draping around me, creating a small fort over us. “We can hide if we need to.”

He nods subtly and finds his way back onto my neck, my eyes flutter closed in ecstasy when his tongue begins drawing circles into the sensitive skin. He abruptly stops for a short second, “We shouldn’t be doing this.” Whispering just below my ear.

“I know.” I reply in a hush. Neither one of us complies to our logic though. Nicholas leans back against a cushion behind him, bringing me down with him. “Do you want to stop?” I repeat.

“No.” He presses sloppy kisses across my neck to the other side. “I fucking need you.” His voice is deep and raspy and it sets my stomach ablaze.

I let out a whimper as his sucking on my skin intensifies. Any other sober version of me would be losing her mind about the inevitable hickies, but right now they’re making me tingle all over. Between my thighs there is a throbbing that is begging for him. My hand curls into his long hair and perhaps I need him just as ferociously. I grab his hand resting on my hip and guide it between my legs. He freezes below me, like touching me would get him in trouble. His grey eyes gaze up at me, they’re masking primal hunger with innocence. “Touch me.” I instruct in a whisper.

That’s all the convincing he needed and there is nothing hiding his desire anymore. His fingers easily slipped into my panties and ran two digits up my folds. I inhale sharply; the pleasure is almost too powerful when his fingers finally reach my clit. “You’re so fucking wet.” He breathes out gruffly, unmistakable need in his voice.

My own hand traces down his abdomen landing on the button and zipper of his jeans which I instantly undo and dip into his boxers, wrapping my hand around his already hard member. “You’re so fucking hard.” The sudden stimulation sends him into overdrive, bucking his hips up into my hand and a deep groan comes from deep in his chest.

His glimmering eyes search mine for something, but I can’t tell what it is, maybe permission? At first, I try to decipher the search but then I begin to notice the soft edges of his cheeks and the fullness of his lips, the perfect slope of nose. In this moment he looks just so… beautiful, in a way I hadn’t noticed before. Maybe it is the conglomerate of substances in my body that’s making me see him this way, like some sort of extra cushion to allow myself to sleep with him.

Suddenly, he uses his free hand to seize my jaw to meet his lips again. His hands roughly grab and grope me, his own professional and polite demeanor slipping from him. The pads of his fingertips teasingly roll against my clit before sliding down and slipping two fingers into me. I gasp sharply into the kiss when he hooks them right into my g-spot sending shock waves through my blood vessels. I collapse into his neck whimpering with each curl of his fingers. His free hand is firmly gripping onto my hip in a way that could easily command my entire body. With every passing moment I see a much different side from his normal calm and kind, right now he’s feral and rabid and looking at me like I’m the first meal he’s had in years.

I’ve slept with enough men to know when they’re giving their all, and I can tell he’s not. He has a loose grip on control, under any other circumstances, with any other man, I’d try to provoke him. But the intensity of his restraint almost scares me, it feels like observing a hungry shark from within the safety of a protective metal cage. His energy is circling me, hunting me, looking for my weak spot – but I know he won’t go for it, he just wants to see me squirm.

I spit into my hand before moving up and down on his veiny shaft and he lets out a low groan that sounds more like thunder rolling. His fingers dig into my hip bone so hard I can almost feel the blood rushing to form bruises. I wonder if he’s only like this because he’s drunk.

His cock is thick and long and pulsing in my hand; the more I jerk him the more I need him. As if we communicated telepathically, his hand squeezes the cheeks of my face forcing me to look into his eyes again, “I need you.” He demands, a bit louder than before.

“Yes. Me too.” I nod desperately, “Do you have a condom?”

He runs his tongue between his lips and points to a ceramic jar on the coffee table that he can’t reach. I lean over and just barely get it with the tips of my fingers, rolling it closer to the edge. I pull the interlocking lid off to find it full of condoms. I pick the first one I see, rip it open with my teeth then slide it down his length. The whole time he’s looking at me like he wants to devour me whole. He pulls his fingers from me so I can align my entrance with his cock. I pump him slowly to tease but his nails digging into my thigh tells me he’s not patient. I let myself sink down onto him and he fills me wholly, completely, almost painfully, if I don’t keep myself suspended a bit. “Fuck.” I breathe out.

He hasn’t moved and the way he’s looking up at me feels like the calm before a storm. Unexpectedly, his hand snatches my jaw and the air slips from my windpipe as he brings me down to his lips, “You better start moving if you don’t want me to destroy you completely.” He growls lowly and I obey, beginning to rut my hips on him. We let out a long moan almost in unison and our lips meet again. One hand I tangle into his raven locks and the other goes down to find my pulsing clit.

The pace I’m keeping isn’t enough so I speed up like I’m trying to satisfy a hunger I can’t reach. Our tongues are intertwined and fighting for dominance but he’s winning. I tug at his hair and ride him faster to gain control. Both of his hands glide up my thighs and take hold of my hips, I don’t think much of it until he begins to ram into me from below. I crumble completely in his hands and fall into the curve of his neck letting out pathetic whimpers. He thrusts up rhythmically, reaching the deepest parts of me and setting fire to every cell in my body. His deep and raspy grunts fill my ears and only furthers the tingling that’s spreading over my skin. My fingers roll into my clit quicker with each passing second, “Fuck, fuck, I’m gonna come.” I warn, sensing my climax rapidly approaching.

“Come for me, baby, come all over my cock.” Nicholas grunts out sternly, sounding more like a command. His own breathy groans tell me he’s close too.

Bliss washes over me, bursting through every inch of my body and threatens to come out in screams. My hand grips his hair tightly while I bite down hard onto his shoulder to stifle the noises wanting to come out. His frenzied thrusts land into my sweet spot over and over and it’s too much for me to handle. The pleasure comes out in tears, spilling down my cheeks and onto his shirt that is crinkled underneath my piercing teeth. At my highest peak, he’s beginning to unravel with sloppy but hasty ruts into me until finally, he slams into me hard and goes rigid. I feel his cock twitch and throb inside me, spilling his seed into the condom. He lets out short, breathy groans while he rides out his orgasm.

Finally spent, I deflate and land on his chest. Our breathing is in sync with our chests rising and falling together. I expect that the following moments will be excruciatingly awkward, but he surprises me. He wraps his arms around me, pulling me closer into him. I breathe in deep and his woodsy cologne fills my nostrils, scaring away all the uncomfortable fears immediately. It’s comforting to have someone’s smell and warmth to hold onto, which is vastly different to my most recent hookups offered.

Contrary to the beast I just encountered moments ago, Nicholas is now gentle and delicate, like normal. It gives me a feeling similar to whiplash, how he could flip from playful and sweet to something quite the opposite. Just the thought spins an excitement in my tummy that I’ve never felt before.

We lay there for a while in silence, probably because we don’t know what to say or how this happened or how we got here. I clear my throat and lift myself up on my palms and wrap the blanket around me, suddenly feeling exposed. “Do you mind if I crash here? I definitely can’t drive.”

He wipes the sweat from his forehead, “Yeah, yeah, of course.” He discretely takes care of the condom, tying it off and tucking it into the wrapper.

There are external worries about what this all means banging on the outside of my drunken head so, I need a distraction. I reach over for the bong and take a few consecutive short hits until it eases the growing anxiety of everything. I want to tell him how good it was, how good he made me feel, how I want to go again, but it seems forbidden to speak about. It shouldn’t be talked about.

“You can, um, sleep in my bed if you want. I can sleep out here.” He offers. “You done with that?” He tilts his head to the plastic in my hands.

“Oh, yeah.” I exhale milky smoke above us. “But um, I’m fine just sleeping out here? Do you have an extra charger?”

“Sure.” He answers and takes the bong from my hands. After a hit or two Nicholas gets up, picking up the trash and ash on the coffee table before leaving the room without a word. He returns with a spare duvet folded up topped with clothes and a charger. “Here you go.”

I take the stack and recognize the baggy shirt and joggers to be merch I didn’t see at their table. “Thank you.” I reply softly, averting my eyes away from him.

“You can keep ‘em. They’re just old unused merch.” He circles his fingertips into his temple and yawns, “Can I get you anything else?”

I shake my head, “No I’m good. I think I’m just gonna crash.” I can hear myself slipping back into my normal stiff work persona even through the weed.

He nods awkwardly, “Okay, well. I guess I’ll let you get some sleep then.”

I give him a tightlipped smile. “See you in the morning.”

He heads towards his room which happens to be just behind the couch. I press my palms into my eye sockets trying to make sense of what just happened. “Fuck.” I mumble then let out a long sigh. I decided that this is a tomorrow-me problem and that I need to get some sleep.

Being too lazy to get up, I change beneath the blanket we fucked under and assess my bedding situation. I decided that the thin duvet would make a better pillow than a cover. Once tucked in with the blanket we used as a fort, the same woodsy cologne fills my nose and oddly comforts me. I close my eyes in an attempt to ignore the scent and the feeling that accompanies it but it’s useless. My hands find the corner of the blanket, bunch it up into a little cushion, press it to my nose and inhale deeply. It smells like him, cozy and warm. A part of me wishes I’d let myself sleep in his bed, maybe even asked him to sleep in it with me. But I am anything but warm and cozy, I am frigid and stale. He wouldn’t want me chilling his bed anyway and I shouldn’t want to siphon off his warmth. I was right in that first meeting, this is already more than I bargained for.

Next Chapter -> 07 - Heartthrob Strategy

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broke-art · 1 year

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Monkey King x necromancer reader

You raced through the forest trying your best to lose him. Darting through the trees and keeping low was your best bet. And yet, a form slammed down infront of you, the force of the impact throwing you backwards.

"Leaving so soon?" Sun Wukong asked standing straight from the crater his entrance had created. He folded his arms with a smirk.

"You're wrong." You stated defiantly getting to your feet. "That wasn't me. They lied to you!"

"Uh huh, sure." The Monkey King rolled his eyes reaching for you. "Listen, just reverse the spell and I'll let you-"

You pulled back before he could grab you and muttered a spell under your breath. Thunder clapped above you both and a bolt of lightning struck the ground between you two.

Monkey King stumbled back, but regained his composure quickly.

"That's it? Some flashy-" his words caught on his throat as Tripitaka looked around in confusion.

"Where am I?" The monk's gaze caught on to the Monkey King. "Wukong? But how-"

Monkey King's eyes began to water and a low growl escaped him.

"That's low." He caught your arm with a bone shattering grip.

You yelped and Tripitaka stepped between you.

"Sun Wukong, this is not how you treat an unarmed woman!" He attempted to press away the Monkey King's grip but then noticed his ethereal hand was translucent.

Monkey King's grip eased some.

"What trickery is this?" Tripitaka questioned curiously investigating his hand.

"It's my gift." You explained looking at Sun Wukong. "I'm a necromancer. I can't affect plagues! The wizard who started the plague tricked you!"

Tripitaka glanced up.

"Have I taught you nothing?! Violence rarely solves anything. And now you have attacked an innocent!"

The Monkey's grip vanished and he lunged at Tripitaka.

Panic swelled in your gut and you nearly ended your spell but froze when you realized.

Monkey King hugged Tripitaka tightly.

"I missed you." He muttered quietly.

The monk seemed taken a back, but slowly eased.

"I missed you too, old friend."

After a few minutes your arms began to burn and you hugged yourself in pain.

"Monkey King!" You pleaded.

He glanced at you.

"I have to release his soul now. I can't keep anyone here long."

He stared at you then looked at the great monk. Tripitaka started to fade but he smiled at the Monkey King as he did.

"Stay out of mischief, Wukong."

The Monkey King laughed bitterly.

"I make no promises, master." He bowed and as Tripitaka faded entirely.

You in turn, you crumpled to the ground unconscious.

Later.

Slowly your senses returned as the sound of lower muttering touched your ears. The words made little to no sense, but they brought you from the brink of sleep. Soon you blinked open your eyes.

Monkey King leaned over you, cleaning light scratches and scrapes you had collected from your run through the forest.

"Oh your awake." He addressed quickly pulling away. "I investigated your...statement. You were right....I'm sorry."

The admission seemed to be difficult for him to say so you smiled.

"Thank you. But where are we?" You sat up slowly glancing around. "Well, despite my clearing your name. Your village refused to treat you." Monkey King explained. "So, I brought you to my home. Welcome to Flower fruit mountain." He stood and plucked a peach from a tree biting into it before leaning against the tree's trunk.

"It's beautiful." You whispered in awe staring at the wonders around you.

"Yeahhh." Monkey King shrugged. "If you want...you could stay here, until you find a new village." He mused thoughtfully looking at the peach.

"How generous." You smirked.

"Yeah?" The Monkey King wandered over to you. "Generous enough to call us even for wrongly attacking you?"

You smiled.

"Of course."

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zealouscanonindeer · 8 months

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Drunken nights

Synopsis: Ethan comes home drunk and gives Aspen a show of a lifetime.

Rating: Teen. Mentions of sex.

Category: Fluff.

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Saw these photos of David Gandy and the first thing that my brain said was drunk Ethan.

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Ethan woke up with the worst headache he'd had in ages, his head felt like a huge rock, pulling him down. He opened his eyes, only to find a dizzying feeling submerging him, he promptly shut his eyes, unable to take the stimulus. He groaned, trying once more, this time he could make out a blurry outline of a woman, her dark hair and white work shirt causing him to squint as she slowly grew into focus.

".. Rookie" He slurred, throwing an arm over her shoulder with too much force causing her to fall onto the bed under his weight.

He heard a shriek followed by distant laughing, he felt her move from under his arms, causing him to groan, a pout situating on his lips. This made her laugh even more.

He groggily tried to sit up and only made it half way before the throbbing in his head escalated. He looked up and Aspen had already moved to the vanity, removing her pearly earring. They locked eyes in the mirror and an amused smirk bloomed on her face which turned into a light snort followed by hysterical laughter.

"What? "

"Nothing." She caught her breath, the smile never leaving her face.

"What time is it? "

"It's 7 30 pm. You slept through the entire day, not that I'm surprised, you had a lot yesterday. " He nodded, the motion sending another spike through his head.

"When did you go? "

"My shift started at 10. Wasn't too long today, only upto 7. I just came back, to find you still in bed." "Be careful, Ethan. " She warned.

"Why? "

"Cause you're getting old, I'm not sure how long you can continue getting hungover. " She laughed.

"I'll show you old. "

" No offence but I don't see you doing any showing, atleast not till you've recuperated. " Besides you did put up quite a show yesterday. " She chortled again, walking out towards the kitchen.

"How do you mean? " Ethan called out after her, pushing the sheets of his legs to get up, to find himself stark naked. He couldn't remember a thing that happened last night.

"Aspen, why am I naked? " He questioned, entering the kitchen,haphazardly holding the sheet against him.

"Cause you just can't stand clothes, they stop you from viewing things you admire the most in the world. " She turned around from the pot in front of her, putting down the ladle on the countertop, pulling the thin sheet from his grasp and wrapping it around his waist properly before tucking the end.

"All your words, not mine. " Now she had moved onto his hair, pushing the locks into place trying to get rid of his bedhead.

He didn't remember ever uttering those words in his life. Wow, he really must have been stone cold drunk, a med school reunion with Tobias does that. He had enjoyed too much it seems.

"What exactly happened last night? "

"Lots of things. " A mischievous glint sparkled in her eyes.

"Penny, come on. "

"I'll give you a preview of your many adventures last night. Wait" She grabbed her phone, scrolling, unsuccessfully biting back a laugh before turned the screen towards him. His face grew red as embarrassment washed over him.

Her laughter got stronger as tears pricked the edges of her eyes.

"Penny, delete that. "

"No chance. " She wagged her finger in front of his face, her face crumpling with amusement.

"You ain't seen nothing yet. "

"NOO" Ethan roared, hiding his face in his hands, slumping into a chair and resting his elbows against the dining table.

Seeing how mortifying this was for him, Aspen slid into the adjacent chair, running her hand over his back in circular patterns.

"Hey, it wasn't bad, just funny, I loved it. "

"Of course you did. "

"Do you want to know or not? "

"Yes, please. "

"Okay, then listen. " She began her monologue, fighting back the occasional fit of laughter.

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Ethan stumbled against the intercom button, pushing it continuously until he heard her voice.

"Penny, my love, the love of my life, I want to kiss you so bad right now, the whole..

His words were interrupted by the opening of the building door, Aspen pulled him in, closing the door behind her, pushing him towards the lift.

"Hey, how did you end up here, you were inside the machine, I was talking to you right now. "

The elevator dinged as they got in, his entire weight resting against her. Unable to take his weight any longer, she sat him down against the elevator wall, from where he stared up at her with glazed azure eyes, closing with exhaustion.

"Have you ever wondered, what if we had sex in the elevator, right here right now. I want to make good sweet love to you in the elevator. " With that thought he pushed himself up, swaying crazily. He stumbled towards her, pulling against his tie, throwing it over his head, crashing his lips into her.

She could taste the remnants of scotch against his smooth lips, as they moved expertly against hers. He broke away, suddenly serious.

"I can't stand these pesky clothes, they are like my worst enemy, I can't admire the thing I cherish most with them in the way. "

"Oh, and what's that?"

"You." He slurred, before backing away and pulling his tucked in shirt and undoing the buttons, fingers fumbling. Once he was done, he pulled it of his arms, hurriedly moving to his belt buckle next. Just as he undid it, the 9th floor arrived and the elevator doors opened.

He strutted out, pants sliding down his hips and gathering at his feet , Aspen gathering his shirt and tie behind him, shaking her head in glee. She was for the first time encountering this drunk Ethan. His unnecessarily loud voice called out inside the apartment.

"Rookie! Rookie! Come here. "

She felt sorry for her neighbours as she closed the apartment door behind her. His voice echoed as she replied.

"I'm here Ethan. "

He grinned as he turned around, smiling drunkenly at her.

"How'd you end up there? "

He began walking towards her, hitting his knee against the teapoy, the TV remote clattering to the floor. He got down on his knees, picking it up and brought it closer to his face, breaking into an off beat song.

"Wise men saayyy, only foolsss ruuussshh in.. "

Aspen was absolutely wheezing with laughter at this point, her sides aching. She quickly snapped a photo, she would show him in the morning.Ethan's singing continued as she sat back on the couch, eating her Chinese takeout. After a while, his head whipped around, eyes resting on her food.

"Where'd you get that?? "

"There's some in the kitchen. " He pushed himself up swaying as he walked, she followed him just to make sure, only to find him stuffing his face. Gosh, she hadn't laughed this much in her whole life. He turned around at the sound and she snapped yet another picture.

"Okay, that's enough."

She spoke pulling the box out of his hand, offering her other to him as she lead him to the bedroom. Having seated him on the bed, she went into the bathroom to do her nightly routine.

She entered to find that Ethan had now disposed off even his underwear and looked expectedly at her. She burst into even more laughter at the hilarious sights in front of her.

Clamping her hand to her mouth, she took a deep breath in to try and quench her giggles.

"Let's get you in bed. "

She guided him to the head of the bed, pulling the sheets as he rested on the mattress, his eyes closing as he flipped onto his stomach. Covering him with the comforter, she walked to her side of the bed, setting the alarm for tomorrow.

Oh boy wasn't this going to be fun.

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She finished, wheezing uncontrollably, Ethan slowly joined in as they laughed until they were out of breath.

"Now, I have an important question for you. "

"Hmm? "

" Can I take you up on that sex in elevator plan or was that all just talk? "

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You guessed it! I have to do an elevator smut fic now.

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fangirlshrewt97 · 2 years

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A Rosy Surprise

Well, @burningsheepcrown has officially made me start a series for Dhruya. This entry can be read alone, but it is better if you read the previous ones just to appreciate the story arc more. This entry was inspired by the following two prompts.

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When Dhruva stepped into his station that morning, it felt like the whole place came to a standstill, causing him to freeze. None of the officers met his gaze, but he could feel their eyes on his as he cautiously crossed the threshold. Even Kumar garu, his second in command, kept surreptitiously glancing at him. Dhruva looked down on himself to ensure he was dressed appropriately, subtly rubbing a hand across his face, but frowned, wondering about the cause of all these stares. Only to have his questions answered when he entered his office. He froze at the doorway.

There on his desk was a huge bouquet of flowers, a rainbow arrangement that was mostly overwhelmed by the number of red roses and forget-me-nots. Eyes wide, Dhruva mechanically walked to his desk, setting his shoulder bag and lunch bag on the floor before he took the card clipped to the bouquet in hand.

I really enjoyed the other night DSP garu. I hope for a repeat. - Yours.

That… that… unbelievable…

A whistle brought him out of his head, and he turned to see Daya leaning against the door, looking at him with a massive grin on his face. “Damn DSP, looks like you have yourself quite the admirer.”

Dhruva felt his eye twitch as he tried to reign in his emotions, biting the inside of his cheeks as an additional precaution. From the way his cheeks felt hot, he was sure he was completely red in the face. He felt the note getting crumpled in his hand.

Swallowing the words he actually wanted to say, he instead closed his eyes and took a deep breath, schooling his face into his usual blank mask. “Inspector. Is there an issue? May I be of any assistance today?”

He patted himself on the back for managing to not let the murderous urge he was feeling slip into his voice. And fought the grimace that wanted to form when Daya grinned wider.

“Oh I would be honored to have your help DSP sir. I am having this one individual that I have been pursuing for the last seven… years. He stole something from me you see. So its personal, you have to understand. Unfortunately I had lost contact with them for about five years, but recently they have resurfaced. I would love nothing more than to catch them properly,” Daya explained dramatically as he swaggered, swaggered with the hips swaying and everything, into Dhruva’s office and sat down on the chair opposite Dhruva’s. Well, sprawled, considering he left his legs wide enough for Dhruva to be able to fit - “so that I can get my compensation for my loss.”

Dhruva shook his head. Maybe he could pass off Daya’s death as a necessary encounter shooting. “That, ah- that sounds difficult Inspector. Have you considered maybe the … thief… would ah, hadn’t realized any such theft had occurred?”

Daya nodded his head, expression actually serious as he clasped his fingers over his chest. “Hmm you may be right. So if I were to see this individual, do you think I should take them out for dinner? To discuss the matter of course.”

Dhruva let out a strangled sound as his hands spasmed.

“Inspector, this is inappropriate.” He gritted out.

Daya leaned forward in his chair, expression oh so innocent. Dhruva did not know whether he wanted to strangle him or kiss him. A small part of his brain was singing though. He had missed this so much, and his heart felt so full. “How so?”

He was sitting close enough Dhruva could feel the heat of him. Dhruva started leaning down. To do what? He had no idea.

However Kumar chose that moment to knock on the door and enter, causing both men to spring apart. Daya merely leaned back in the chair, looking entire comfortable and relaxed. Dhruva felt his eye twitch again, and just knew he had an expression of guilt on his face. Kumar looked confused as he watched both men, and Dhruva cleared his throat. “Did you need something Kumar?”

“Ah, yes sir.” the older man said as he came in, shuffling some papers in hand. “I need your signs on these. Plus the warrants for the search of that suspect, Aravind, came through. Do you want to go now?”

Dhurva took the papers, flipping through them. “Yes, that would be good.”

He glanced up at Daya, who was still looking at him expectantly. He cleared his throat. “While it was nice to see you again Inspector, I am afraid I have work to do. Kumar, if you could escort the Inspector out.”

Kumar nodded and reached for Daya, but he just beamed at the constable. “No need Kumar, I know the way out. You have a great boss, you know that? So helpful.”

Oh he was absolutely going to get it when Dhruva came home tonight.

Kumar gave him a confused smile as he nodded hesitantly. “Yes, sir. DSP sir is a very good police officer.”

Dhruva blushed at the compliment, negating the effect of his glare as both men left. He crumpled the note further when Daya threw a wink over Kumar’s shoulder.

Dhruva collapsed in the chair, burying his face in his hands as he screamed silently. At the end, he slumped back, hand just reaching out to caress one of the lower hanging leaves. He should find a proper vase for these flowers. Wouldn’t want them to dry out.

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Dhruva had worked up his annoyance from the morning as he drove back home, entering the place already calling for the culprit. “Daya!”

Said man ambled out of the bedroom, a towel wrapped around his waist as he shrugged on his customary hoodie. “You called?”

Dhruva gaped at him, argument evaporating at the sight of him. His face was rapidly reddening as he turned around to face the wall. “Why aren’t you wearing pants?!”

There was a silence before Daya burst out laughing. “Seriously Dhruva? You do remember you have seen me with far less clothes before? Like there is nothing under the towel that is new to you.”

Dhruva let out a strangled noise as he flapped his hands. “Daya!”

Daya replied impishly. “No.”

Pressing the heel of his hand to his eye, Dhruva turned to see Daya standing in front of him, smug grin on his face, and hands tucked into the front pocket of the hoodie. “What’s with the sweater?”

Daya shrugged. “Hyderabad is a lot colder than home.”

Dhruva’s fingers twitched as he reached back, until he finally grabbed hold of the pillow, and swung it full force at Daya.

The man yelped as he stumbled, and reached out to stop Dhruva who kept swinging at him. “Dhru-Bang-Stop!”

Finally, Daya wrestled the pillow from Dhruva, but sent them both falling. Dhruva yelled, hands thrown out and managed to break their fall somewhat, even if both ended up sprawled on the floor, Daya half on top of the other man.

“Ow!” Daya complained as he sat up, crossing his legs as he rubbed at his elbow.

Dhruva hissed in sympathy as he rubbed at his lower back. “Was that necessary?”

“You were the one who started attacking!”

“You sent me flowers! To the station! Where I work!” Dhruva cried out, voice pitching higher with each statement.

Daya grinned proudly at him, and Dhruva swatted his thigh. Bare thigh, because the towel had come off during the fall. Because that was Dhruva’s life. He supposed it was a small miracle Daya still had his boxers on. “It’s not funny.”

Daya grabbed his hand from his thigh, bringing it to his lips to press a kiss to his knuckles. Dhruva felt himself blush again. “Oh, but it is so much fun to see you flustered DSP.”

Dhruva growled in protest, but let Daya pull him onto his lap, settling there as he wrapped his arms around his shoulders. “What will my officers think Daya? It is not… appropriate.”

Daya sighed, but he was still looking at Dhruva fondly. “You idiot. Your officers are happy for you. For proof you are human. Kumar told me so.”

Dhruva raised his eyebrow. “Kumar told you so?”

Daya nodded. “Told me he had no idea there was someone special in his DSP’s life. But that he was happy because these last few days you have smiled more than you had since you came to the station. That you worked so hard, you deserved someone who made you smile and sent you flowers.”

Dhruva felt his heart skip a beat.

Daya leaned forward for a kiss, and Dhruva covered his mouth with his hand, making him release an unhappy noise. “What do you think you are doing?”

Daya’s reply was muffled. “Getting a thank you kiss?”

Dhruva looked at him incredulously. “You- are you kidding me right now? What was the point of the flowers anyways?”

Daya sighed dramatically again, and licked at Dhruva’s palm making him remove his hand with a grimace. He wiped the hand on Daya’s hoodie. “Honestly?”

Dhruva nodded. “Please.”

“I wanted to see you smile.” The sincerity in Daya’s voice caught Dhruva off guard.

“What?”

“One year three months Bangaram. That was how long it took me the first time to get you to laugh so hard you had tears in your eyes. I don’t even remember what I said, but I remember how you looked. God, you seemed to literally glow.”

Dhruva ducked his head, feeling as though his face was on fire. Daya chuckled in his ear. “I knew it then. I knew that I wanted to spend the rest of my life making you laugh more. I wanted to be the reason you laughed like that.”

“Daya.” Dhruva choked out as words seemed to clump in his throat.

Daya cooed, wrapping his arms tighter around Dhruva’s waist.

“I haven’t seen you laugh properly in five years Dhruva. And based on what Kumar said I don’t think you have laughed much at all.”

Dhruva looked at Daya’s chest. “There wasn’t much to make me laugh.”

Daya leaned in to press a kiss to Dhruva’s forehead, making the man lift his head. Daya nuzzled their noses, soft smile firmly in place. “I have five years of laughter to make up for, then.”

Dhruva felt a tear burn at the corner of his eye. He kissed Daya, softly at first, though it soon grew heated. Daya grabbed at his hips, and tipped them over, making Dhruva gasp as they separated. He spread his legs enough for Daya to settle between them properly. “I have missed you so much. I guess I just tried to shut everything into this box in my head, and ended up locking away my heart too.”

Daya kissed at the tear that had trailed down Dhruva’s cheek. “I said already no? It’s time we stop breaking each other’s hearts.”

Dhruva gave him a wet smile and tugged at his hoodie. “Take this off?”

Daya took of his hoodie, leaving him in just his thin undershirt and boxers. He looked magnificent.

It also made Dhruva aware of the fact he was still in full uniform, minus his shoes and socks.

He reached for the top button, only to have his hands batted away. “Let me.”

Dhruva nodded, breath hitching as Daya stared at him, pupils already dilating. Fuck, it looked like Daya wanted to eat him. And Dhruva thought he might just let him.

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“Alright, that’s the last thing, I think.” Daya said as he zipped up his duffle bag, before turning to look at Dhruva who was watching him from the bed. Laid out like the most tempting of feasts, bare chested, arms stretched over his head, blanket curled around his waist.

“Hmm, not quite.” Dhruva said, smiling lazily as one hand reached below one of his mountain of pillows to pull out Daya’s earphones.

Daya patted his pockets before looking at Dhruva sheepishly. “Whoops.”

Dhruva dangled the earphones from two delicate fingers, curled invitingly. Daya knelt of the bed, reaching for them, only for Dhruva to snatch them back. “Ah, ah. You must pay for them, if you want them back.”

Daya’s lip curled into a smirk. “Oh?”

Dhruva grinned wolfishly, other hand coming to tug Daya forward till he was bracketing the younger man underneath him. “A kiss should be enough I think?”

Daya snorted before leaning down, paying the requested fine. He grunted as Dhruva threw a leg over his hip, and tangled his free hand into Daya’s curls. When Daya pulled back, there was a thin string of saliva connecting them both, and Dhruva’s eyes were blown wide. “You are going to make me late for my train.”

Dhruva tightened his hold on Daya. “Would that be such a terrible thing?”

Daya lightly bit Dhruva’s lower lip. “Murthy will send out the cavalry if I am not in the station by 10 AM tomorrow.”

Dhruva’s brows furrowed as he pouted his lower lip but he relaxed his leg. “Fine. But then I want this hoodie.”

Daya’s eyebrow jumped up. “My hoodie? What for?”

Dhruva shrugged. “Like you said, it’s cold in Hyderabad. I think I’ll use it more than you.”

Daya sat up, grabbing the back of his hoodie and pulling it off, handing to Dhruva as he tugged his polo shirt straight. Dhruva slipped on the hoodie, which looked endearingly large on him. God, Daya loved seeing Dhruva in his clothes.

Melting slightly, Daya kissed Dhruva again, cupping his face. “You’ll come visit soon?”

Dhruva nodded, nuzzling their noses. “I’ll send you the details as soon as I book the tickets.”

“I can’t wait.” Daya whispered, smiling like a fool.

“Neither can I.” Dhruva whispered back, giggling as he threw his arms around Dhruva and pulled him into a hug.

Both men just held onto each other, relishing in being able to do this again until a beep from Daya’s phone alerted them that the taxi had arrived downstairs.

Dhruva shuffled out of bed till his doorway, and followed Daya to the door. Daya grabbed the earphones still wrapped around Dhruva’s wrist and coiled them into his bag. He pulled Dhruva in by the waist for one last lingering kiss, ending by leaning against the door as they pressed their foreheads together.

“We will see each other soon Bangaram.” Daya promised, pressing a kiss to his cheek before he slipped out of the door. He didn’t look back, afraid the sight would just make him want to return to Dhruva’s warm bed rather than the cold one that waited him at home. Soon.

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Daya strolled into his station with a pep to his step, whistling a favorite tune and nodding to the other constables, who all stopped to gape at him. He slowed down when he entered the main lobby and had two of the female officers start giggling at the sight of him. Frowning, Daya made his way to the back of the station where his office was.

“Murthy, do you know why Savitri-” Daya’s question stumbled to a stop as he saw what was on his desk.

Oh that little -

The bouquet was the size of a small toddler, overwhelmingly red roses, with a smaller heart made out of white roses in the center. A card was hooked at the center. Daya plucked the piece of paper from the clip, lips already tugging into a grin.

You are not the only one with making up to do Inspector. Two can play at this game. Yours.

“I take it your trip to Hyderabad was fruitful, sir?” Murthy asked from behind Daya. Daya whirled to face him, fingers tucking the card into his pant pocket. He couldn’t quite wipe the smile of his face though, but Murthy was also smiling quietly at him. Daya grinned wider.

“It was a very good trip.”

“I’m glad sir, you are looking like your old self again. I hope you don’t get offended, but I had started to miss him.”

Daya laughed at the words of his constable, feeling lighter than air. “Hmm, I met an old…friend there.”

Murthy’s eyes seemed to light up. “Any chance we will also get to see this friend sir?”

Daya nodded. “He is coming next Friday. Night train.”

Murthy beamed at him, bowing his head slightly. “Wonderful news, sir. Welcome back.”

The constable then headed out, leaving Daya alone with his flowers. He picked out one of the roses, bringing it to his nose, eyes fluttering as the scent hit him.

It really was wonderful news.

Daya wondered what would be the most obnoxious chocolate arrangement he could find, smile still stretching his face when his phone beeped.

He pulled it out, heart fluttering at the innocuous phone background that showed two arms entwined against the sun, cast in shadow.

Hope all is well at the station. Say hello to Murthy and Shanvi for me.

Daya sighed besottedly, fingers still twirling with the rose. Maybe Shanvi knew a trick for keeping these things alive for longer than a day? It really would be a shame to see them go to waste.

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the spare // chapter fifty-seven // death eater ! tom hiddleston oc x plus size ofc - voldemort wins au

story summary:

While on a mission to avenge the death of her best friend, Ilvermorny graduate Melisa Alder finds herself in the middle of the fight to defeat Voldemort. Upon capture after the Dark Lord's triumph, she's being sold at an auction with other muggle borns and blood traitors. Her only hope is also her only bidder - the tall, dark, and handsome Thomus Malfoy, Lucius Malfoy's younger half-brother. Is he just another Death Eater or is he hiding more than just his face beneath the mask? Will she realize her true potential to be one of the resistance's greatest weapons?

*a Voldemort Wins AU with Tom Hiddleston cast as an OC x a plus size protagonist* *takes place in The Auction universe by Lovesbitca8*

word count for this chapter: 2.5k warings for this chapter: none

CHAPTER MASTERLIST

Chapter Fifty-Seven:

The next time I wake my body is entirely too stiff. When I open my eyes, it’s barely morning, everything beyond the doorway of the dog house tinted blue.

I’m warm, though, really warm. I’m wrapped up in something, cocooned. Based on smell alone, I realize it’s Thomus’ cloak. He’s behind me, arm over my stomach, legs tucked tight behind mine. I can feel his deep even breathing, hear it next to my head on the throw pillow we’re somehow sharing.

Slowly, I lift his arm, scooching out of his embrace and the cloak without disturbing his sleep. I push up onto my hands and knees, crawling out onto the damp grass. Then I stand and stretch, thrusting my hands into the sky. I bend down to touch my toes and notice the golden choker discarded a few feet from the dog house, like it was tossed there without care. Good.

When I straighten, I’m shocked to see an owl perched on the back of a patio chair. It’s got a definitive circle around it’s white face and pitch black eyes the size of marbles. I freeze and we just stare at each other for a hot second before the owl’s hackles start to rise, it’s wings restless.

“Shh,” I coo softly at it, taking a step forward. The owl’s head twists to an almost unnatural angle as it shoves one foot forward while balancing on the other, and I realize it’s got a scroll tied to it.

I glance back at Thomus to make sure he’s still passed out before rushing to the owl and taking the scroll. As soon as the scroll’s in my head, the owl departs. While my fingers fumble with opening the scroll, my eyes follow its flight path into the trees towards the creek. When it’s gone, my eyes scan the paper.

meet me at the creek – KG

K.G… Kyle... Goldman? It’s gotta be.

With the paper crumpled in my fist, I make my way through the damp grass to the path to the creek. I check over my shoulder every few seconds and don’t stop until the cottage is no longer visible beyond the trees.

Next to the creek I walk slower, my eyes scanning for movement, for anything out of place… for a disillusionment charm.

And there, on a fallen tree across the creek, the familiar shimmer catches my eye. I stop and stare at it, crossing my arms over my chest.

“What do you want?” I ask, hopefully loud enough to be heard over the bubbling water, but soft enough my voice won’t carry to the cottage.

Kyle chuckles as he sheds the disillusionment charm. “Well, good morning to you, too.”

“Thomus could wake up at any moment and will wonder where I am, so make this quick.”

He just stares, quietly assessing me without the humor from a moment ago. “I wanted an update on the magic suppression situation.”

I bite my lip. I don’t wanna lie, but I have a feeling he isn’t going to like the truth.

“It’s… fine.”

He raises his eyebrows. “Just… fine?”

“The ones you gave me, didn’t really affect me, especially the third one. The batch he was giving me was already stronger than what they were giving us at the start.”

“That’s what I’d given you. I’d managed to scrounge up some left over vials from a contact at the Ministry.” He leans forward, elbows on his knees. “How did the stronger batch affect you?”

I shift my feet, trying to adjust to where the rocks aren’t killing me. “Three days was the minimum, but it was easy to do magic than when I’d tried any other time.”

“Well, that’s great,” he says, clearly pleased. “Do you think you’ll be able to do it in less than three days?”

I take a deep breath. “I don’t know.”

The satisfied look on his face disappears as his eyes narrow and he frowns. But I go on.

“I don’t know because Malfoy had been… suspicious, and so he made it stronger.”

“Did you give him a reason to be suspicious?”

“Not really,” I shrug. “I think he’d believed I was using Occlumency.”

“How long is it taking you with the new batch?”

I shrug again. “Today’s the third day, so I don’t know yet. I’ve only taken the new batch once.”

He gives me an expectant look. “Try it right now, then.”

I hold out my hand, palm up. I stare at my palm, wordlessly trying to cast the illumination charm. The familiar ball of light doesn’t appear and I don’t bother trying to cast the spell verbally.

With his eyes on me, the anxiety in my chest is pounding in beat with my heart. I get down on one knee, touching my fingers to the damp ground.

“Electrovis,” I mutter, but the heat that usually pour from my fingers with the spell doesn’t come. I repeat the spell and wind up with the same effect. My fingers are even colder than they were before actually.

“Does it come out under pressure?” he asks. “Say if you were in a situation where you needed it, if your life was in danger.”

“It’s a mixed bag with that one,” I admit, standing and brushing the crud off my calf. “My magic doesn’t seem to care how much danger I think I’m in.”

“So, theoretically, let’s say Dementors attacked you, you don’t think that would be any sort of catalyst?”

When I straighten, it’s my turn to narrow my eyes at him. He’s looking at me calmly, without any sort of misgivings about what he said.

“Dementors?” I ask, my voice flat. Thomus had been sure it wasn’t Bellatrix, but he hadn’t been sure about Rodolphus. Meanwhile I think Rodolphus wouldn’t send a third party, at least not with me, at least not after what happened.

But Kyle?

“Did you send them?” I ask, point blank. “The Dementors?”

He releases a humorless laugh and breaks our eye contact. “I guess my question wasn’t subtle.”

“And I’m not an idiot.” I want to scream at him. How could he? “Why did you send them?” I demand angrily.

“It was just a test,” he says smoothly.

“A fucking dangerous one!” I hiss. “Thomus almost –“ I stop, breathing heavily through my nose to calm down. “It was fucking pointless. I already had my magic. Now that’s the reason he made the potion stronger.”

His head tilts, his tone is accusatory. “You exposed yourself.”

“I didn’t have a choice,” I bite. “Malfoy can’t produce a Patronus charm.”

“Most Death Eaters can’t from what I’ve heard,” he shrugs. “Too much dark magic.”

“So you knew there was a possibility we’d both die?”

“I was hoping you’d be able to perform under pressure,” he says casually. “The threat of rape didn’t seem to be a strong enough motivator.”

My jaw actually drops this time. “What the actual –“

He ignores me. “As it happens, the test didn’t prove to be fruitless. There’d been a few things I hadn’t anticipated.”

“Like what?” I fume.

“Malfoy’s a liability,” he states. “You care for him and because of that, you’ll need to be separated.”

My mouth falls open again, but I quickly shut it, my mind whirling. “How is that the conclusion?”

“The attack proved that you will risk the entire operation by exposing yourself just to save him.”

The new perspective on the situation has me stunned and momentarily speechless.

“Severing ties with Malfoy will be the only way to get you close to Voldemort.”

I cross my arms over my chest. “There has to be another option besides his death.”

He starts shaking his head. “There is no –“

“If you want me to cooperate, then he stays alive. If you don’t know how to do that, figure it out.” As I glare at him, I hope then venom in my voice conveys my seriousness.

He stands, glaring right back. “This war has to end.”

“No shit Sherlock,” I snap. “Answer me this, do you know how I’m gonna get close to Voldemort?”

“The first step is severing –“

“Ties with Malfoy, yeah, okay, what’s after that? Do you know who’s going to buy me? Is it you?”

He scoffs, pinching the bridge between his nose. “I can’t believe this,” he mutters.

“Oh, so that’s something else you need to figure out.” I bring my hands together and give him a fake ass smile. “Great. So while you do that, I’ll work on my immunity to the suppression potion. You got that?”

He scowls with his hands on his hips, looking absolutely done with me. Well, the feeling’s fucking mutual.

“Got it,” he snaps.

“Great,” I repeat and turn my back to him, heading for the cottage. I hear rustling leaves and when I glance back, Kyle’s gone.

I get to the edge of the woods and pause, needing a moment to calm down. I’m too worked up for it being, what – barely 8 in the morning? Though I guess I have good reason to be worked up. From Rodolphus’ attack to being chained up while Bellatrix holds a knife to me seems like enough.

After calming a bit, I march up the back yard. Thomus isn’t in the dog house when I get to the patio. In fact, the dog house isn’t even there. All that remains is a square outline pressed in the grass from where it used to be. The chains and choker had been gathered up as well.

I wish this didn’t upset me. I know what happened last night, but seeing it in the morning hasn’t made anything better. I still feel… crushed.

I go inside and upstairs. I’m in need of a shower after sleeping outside in a wooden box.

Thomus has just finished his, as evidenced by the steamy bathroom. As I turn on the faucet and showerhead, I’m already mentally cursing him for potentially not leaving me any hot water.

“Enjoy your walk?” Thomus asks from the open door to his room. He walks into view, dressed in slim pants and an open belt, toweling off his hair. “The mornings are pretty here.”

I close the door to my room and walk over to his. “It was fine,” I reply without looking at him before closing and locking the door.

~*~

After my shower, I find Thomus downstairs with two mugs of steaming coffee already on the table. He’s gathering what looks like the makings of scrambled eggs. I don’t acknowledge him and shove two slices of bread into the toaster.

“Would you like me to make you an omelet?” he asks, his tone a little unsure.

“Nope,” I say, moving around him to pour cream and sugar into my coffee.

Normally, I’d probably sit and watch him try to make an omelet. As far as I know, he can’t cook, but I’m not in the mood.

“I see.” He sounds disappointed.

I grab a plate, butter, and a butter knife just before the toast pops up, and all without really looking at him.

Is this childish? Sure. Do I know what to do with how I feel? Not at all. Do I even know what I'm upset about? No sir-eee.

With my toast buttered and my coffee creamed, I head into the living room and settle on the couch to re-watch Ever After for the millionth time.

The blue titles have just faded in and out when Thomus emerges from the kitchen, hands in his pockets, leaning against the doorway. I only see him in my peripheral, preferring to keep my focus on the screen.

“Need something?” I ask after taking a sip of my coffee.

“There’s a dinner on Friday,” he says. “A… familial one, at the Lestrange estate.”

The one slice of toast I’d managed to consume in the last ten minutes turns to lead in my stomach. I grab the remote and pause the movie, finally looking at Thomus. “What do you mean familial?”

“My brother, nephew, Narcissa,” he trails off. “The in-laws.”

“Why?”

“It is… at the Dark Lord’s request.”

I scoff and roll my eyes. “Weird, but okay. Guess I’m serving again?”

He inhales sharply. “Bella expressed her desires for all our Lots to be in attendance. You, Granger, and Rabastan’s Lot.”

“Well, fan-fucking-tastic,” I deadpan. I bring my attention back to the TV and hover my finger over the play button. “Is that all?”

He takes a few steps into the room, his eyes bouncing from the TV to me. “What are you watching?”

"A movie.”

“Would you mind if I joined you?”

An instinctual heavy sigh releases from my chest. “Don’t you have any Death Eatering to be doing?”

Thomus stands straighter, hands coming out of his pockets. “What’s your problem?”

I hit play and the main orchestral theme blares from the speakers. “Nothing.”

I feel rather than see him scowl at me before promptly turning on his heel and storming into the office.

~*~

He stays in there all day, only leaving to use the bathroom. He asks – no, demands based on his tone – for me to make him a sandwich a little after noon. I sloppily slap something together that I guess one could call a sandwich and I don’t even bother knocking on the office door before barging in and slamming the plate down on his desk.

Around the time I normally make dinner, my depression has gotten so bad that the only thing I have for dinner is an early bed-time. So by 7 pm I’m in bed with the lights off, hugging a pillow to my chest.

I don’t know how long I lie there, pretending to sleep, but I know it’s not long enough when I hear Thomus calling my name from outside my door. He opens it and steps in, taking in the darkness of the room.

“Go away,” I say, pulling the comforter tighter to my chin.

“Are you feeling alright?” he asks. To my annoyance, he steps in further, and I hear the door close.

“I’m fine, just tired.”

He sits on the edge of the bed, putting a hand on my ankle. I pull it away.

“Why don’t you come stay in my room?” he asks gently.

My response is quick. “I don’t want to.”

“May I –“

“No, I don’t want you here either.” I turn away from him, hugging the pillow even tighter.

He’s silent for a while before speaking again. “I’m not going to feign ignorance as to why you’re upset, but I just – “

“I’m not upset,” I interrupt. “I’m just tired.”

“I didn’t fuck her.”

His words punctuate the silence that follows, so much conviction in his tone that for a moment I’m speechless. I’m absolutely stunned that he slammed the nail on the head when I couldn’t even do it myself. My chest is heavy and hollow at the same time with that all too familiar ache. Only I know now why it aches.

“I didn’t ask.”

I don’t know if he’s being truthful and I don’t know if I really even want the truth.

He slowly exhales, his voice soft. "Okay."

My lip quivers, but I manage to hold back any tears as he quietly makes his exit.

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Firends to Lovers (Felix x MC)

You were late. Thumping his foot against his desk, Felix waited patiently for almost a half hour past the time your lesson started. Minutes were counted down and his thoughts eluded him to your whereabouts now. (Was it illness that explained your lateness? Distracted by something or….. somebody? Sage flirting with you? Anisa speaking with you about your shared snacks?) Patience cut short his anxiety kicked into gear, "Hells." He huffed. "I'll just seek them out myself. I know fully well than to sit around and waste away." Felix headed toward your room he had offered to sustain your needs. "Mc, may I have a word with you?", he gently knocked on the door and waited for a second or two. Repeating the same gesture the door never opened. "Not here either, I presumed. Apologies for entering, Mc", Felix sauntered his way into your room seemingly aware of his intrusion of your privacy. Normally, he avoided scolding you for being late, since he was no saint, but today he would put his foot down. His line of sight was clouded by the mess of crumpled notes covering the well-made bed. His novels you borrowed piled high on top of your desk, as well as the belongings you had seemingly brought on your back when he first met you in the ruins. Clearly, you weren't here for he would have heard your gentle voice scold him for invading your personal safe space. Never has he seen the world you came from but it is refreshing to witness you in all your glory. Stuck in his head he doesn't notice stella come up behind him to jump on top of your bag to nip at its contents. Until the bag falls off the bed startling him, to have him shoo her away with a huff. Exaggerated, he gathers all your paperwork to arrange, when an image catches his marveling eye. The poster you picked up for introducing Last Legacy. His heart drops after he reads the last words. Then a tap interrupts his train of thought, "Sorry, I forgot about the lesson. Are you mad?" You had appeared from behind him after taking a stroll around fanthom to finally grasp the meet-up with Felix. "Mc, be honest with me. Did you draw this or….?", he holds up the paper to your wide eyes. His eyes dip down to your hands fidgeting under his watchful gaze to not go unseen. Shaking his head he frowns, "Nevermind." He pinches the bridge of his nose and sighs. "It was rude of me to walk into your chambers firstly. And we have lots to do today, come along." He tries to move past you but you catch his wrist and tell him to wait. Hesitant at your warm touch he obliges willfully to listen to your awaited explanation to his finding. An hour and half later you both sit on the edge of your bed to let him process the truth. You bite your lip and wait for him to speak. You scoot near him, not knowing what to say or do you ask, "Can I hug you?" He startles. "No need. This issue is mind to atone for alone," he mumbles with a grimace. Massaging his temple he apologizes profusely to the point it leaves an ache in your chest. "Enough….," you whisper. He continues to ruffle his hair, "Felix!" His grey-ish pupils land on you with tension in his raised shoulders. Softly you admit, "I don't hold a grudge against you for summoning me by mistake. Shit happens and we just need to catch our breaths for a minute. Try it with me." Rubbing circles on his hand with your thumb he pursues the same result. "Am I real or a sick travesty?", his eyes droop to your fingers enlaced with his own. " Thank you for telling me. I appreciate the harsh honesty, I just need time to adjust to the circumstances of my entire existence. You nod and he smiles shyly. His pout is cute but painful to look upon. Gently tugging him up on his feet he gives a curious look, "Felix, like I said before I truly hold nothing against you. "Are you saying you do not mind if I was a fantasy in your world?", his mind instantly regrets asking you, afraid of being far more vulnerable in your presence. You tug him into your chest to stroke his hair, "As long as, I'm a fantasy in yours."

#fictif #last legacy #felix iskandar escellun #last legacy felix #gender neutral y/n #friends to lovers #Apparently there's a limit to word count on Tumblr #Will post the rest later.

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