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Not A Verstappen: Away We Go {1}
Pairing: Charles Leclerc x fem!driver!reader x Lando Norris
Summary: Autumn has been introduced to the world but there’s something more special for a first appearance: Monaco GP
Warnings: 18+ only, nsfw, angst, fluff
WC: 3.7k
F1 Masterlist
NAV: Sibling Rivalry || One || Two || Three
NAV: Gridlocked || One || Two || Three || Four || Five || Six || Seven || Eight || Nine
NAV: A New World || One || Two || Three || Four || Five || Six || Seven || Eight || Nine || Ten
NAV: Lights Out || One || Two || Three || Four || Five || Six || 6.5 || Seven || SMAU || Eight || Nine
NAV: Away We Go || One || Two
The white noise in the nursery threatened to put you to sleep too but there were still dozens of messages to get through. There had been a constant stream of well wishes to your inbox since the announcement to the world but one had been left on read for three days now and a little rage built each time you reread it.
It didn’t take long for new ‘exclusive’ information to pop up in the gossip pages, along with the photo you had taken and sent to Jos. It wasn’t a surprise at all, but it still hurt to read what he had said. Trusted sources close to Y/N say she is being monitored for Post Natal Depression and Psychosis, as it is no secret she has had trouble with mental health in the past.
“You are lucky, my love,” you whispered to your daughter who slept soundly in your arms. “Your fathers love you so much.”
You carefully stood up from the rocking chair beside her cot but the moment you started to lower her to the mattress she began to stir.
“Already a little arm princess, aren’t you?” you chuckled, settling back into the chair to start rocking again.
You didn’t mind getting these rare moments alone with her, even if you were exhausted from waking up to breastfeed her all through the night. As soon as Charles and Lando finished their Zoom Meetings with their teams they would be stealing her away for their own snuggles. It was safe to say everyone was smitten with her. And that wasn’t an exaggeration. The front door barely closed before another visitor came, and Max had taken up permanent residence on the couch when he wasn’t needed elsewhere.
“Is she sleeping?” P whispered loudly as she stuck her head in the door.
“She is, but you can come in.”
Max trailed in after her having let himself in the apartment with his spare key. Your mother was out grocery shopping again so she could do more baking for the visitors of the day. You had told her she didn’t need to but she was enjoying the company and feeding a small army.
“Have you eaten?” Max asked as he knelt down beside P who gently stroked the blanket Autumn was swaddled in.
“You’re as bad as my mother.”
“I’m just checking. Kel said everyone comes to see the baby but no one asks how the mum is doing. I want to make sure my sister is okay too.”
“Now you’ve done it,” you croaked as you started to cry. “I’m over these damn hormones. I was fine until you arrived.”
Max laughed and rocked side to side. “You’ll get over it. Should we go to the living room or do you like sitting in the dark?”
You accepted his hand and let him pull you to your feet since he had long ago mastered the art of carrying a baby one-handed. “You’re going to have your hands full when Vicki drops.”
“I have two arms. Unless you're planning on having another one right away?”
“Max, I love you, but I will punch you if you ask that again. I am still having to sit on ice pads because no one warned me about the goddamn haemorrhoids-”
“Okay, okay, fuck, stop!” he begged with a disgusted look on his screwed up face.
Satisfied he wouldn’t make the same mistake again, you went to the kitchen and grabbed two bottles of water and a juice box for Penelope.
“So Toto still hasn’t confirmed anyone for Lewis’ seat next year,” you said, passing him one bottle before taking a seat with P.
“You’ve been talking to him?”
“And others,” you admitted. A few more of the Team Principals had sent their congratulations and the ones with empty seats for 2025 expressed an interest, asking what your plans were. “As soon as my six week check up gets signed off Kristian is going to become my worst nightmare again.”
“Do your boyfriends know that’s your plan?”
You shrugged. It had been spoken about before Autumn was born but they all thought having her in your arms would change your mind about returning to racing. None of the other parents on the grid gave up their careers to grow their families, and while there were still empty seats in the teams you were going to shoot your shot until every last one was taken.
“Never let them know your next move,” you joked before sobering up and sighing. “Working mums are normal in every other business. Plus, I’m only talking about sim racing this year and if I can impress someone with the data then we can go from there.”
Max nodded along as his eyes traced over Autumn’s features, finding Charles’ dimples when her lips pursed with a soft whimper in her sleep. Penelope had finished her drink and turned all her attention to your daughter, giggling whenever Autumn sucked on her own lip.
“Can I have a baby sister?” she asked Max with bright, hopeful eyes.
“Maybe one day, P. You would make a great big sister.” She grinned at the compliment and snuggled closer until she was half on Max’s lap and holding Autumn too.
Monaco GP
“Ma fifille, tellement belle,” Charles gushed as Lando stepped out of the nursery with Autumn in his arms. She smelt sweet from the baby oil that hydrated her skin and fresh since Lando had changed her diaper before finding the prettiest dress in her closet for her first paddock entrance.
“I’m surprised he didn’t try to sneak her into McLaren gear,” you commented as you packed the baby bag with extra supplies for the day. Gone were the days of arriving at the paddock with just your phone, now there were a million things to remember since no one wanted to try to return home with the insane traffic that came with the road closures for the Monaco race.
“I hid them all,” Charles confessed with a sly smile before stealing a kiss from Lando’s pouting lips. “If she can’t wear Ferrari then she definitely isn’t wearing McLaren, mon cher.”
“One day when you are at Maranello…” Lando warned with a wink.
“You can finish this squabble later, we have a whole camera crew waiting outside.” The tone wasn’t quite as light as you hoped and it drew the attention of both of them straight to you. The joking smiles fell and Lando lay Autumn in her stroller and clipped in the buckles with a frown. “Don’t look at me like that, I’m fine.”
“You only gave birth four weeks ago, love, it’s okay if you’re not ready to go to the track yet.”
“We wouldn’t be upset if you watched from here,” Charles added.
“It’s Monaco and I am fine, just a little nervous.” Your blasé shrug didn’t fool either of them.
“Of what?”
Charles took over rocking the stroller back and forth so Lando could pull you into his arms. The warmth and security of his embrace was always enough to spill whatever was on your mind.
“The crowd, the cameras, your fans - take your pick.” You looked down at your clothes. They weren’t the designer dresses the other women would wear to the paddock but the maternity jeans and breastfeeding friendly shirt were tidy enough. You couldn’t help noticing the pouch where your belly sagged like a deflated balloon.
“Hey,” Lando murmured, catching your chin with his finger and guiding your head back up to face him. “Do we need to remind you how beautiful we think you are? I don’t mind being late. Charles?”
“I am more than happy to take a penalty.”
You chuckled at the enthusiasm but shook your head. “I would love nothing more than to drag you both back to the bedroom but save it for the six week sign off, you horny devils.”
“We can still show you how sexy we find you without fucking you,” Lando whispered in your ear and Charles’ eyes darkened at the little catch in your breathing.
“Don’t tempt me, but there’s still the problem of the camera crew outside and you’d be on your own explaining to them why we were late.”
“Mon amour, that is the man who asked Stroll if he could wank after breaking his wrists. Would you really trust him with that task?”
“I mean…I would find it funny. Zak might blow a gasket though,” you admitted with a grin. Feeling a bit more at ease after a laugh, you stepped out of Lando’s arms and took a steadying breath. “I’m going to grab a hoodie and we can go.”
Neither commented as you hid your body in an oversized Quadrant hoodie despite the summer heat but you barely made it halfway down the street before you asked Charles if you could push the stroller. There were too many people and too many screams for autographs that your heart started to beat erratically and your breath burned in your lungs.
“Are you okay?” Charles asked, ignoring the people beyond the security team that surrounded your group.
“Let her push, Charles,” Lando urged as he saw a sight he was familiar with in the mirror. It was rare for him in recent years now that he had you and Charles but he could remember the feeling of being out of control and the panic that came with it.
You grabbed the handlebar of the stroller and held on with a death grip in case someone broke through the security guards and knocked into it. Your knuckles changed colour from how tight you handled it and your legs pumped faster with the urge to get to the track and inside the walls of a team hospitality.
From the corner of your eye a shadow slipped through the bodies and your elbow flew out as your mind went straight to the worst case scenario. Was it an overzealous fan wanting a picture or a fanatic wanting to hurt your family?
“Ow, zusje, what the fuck?” Max asked as he rubbed at his ribs.
“Jesus Christ, Max, what are you doing? Don’t jump out at me like that.”
“She’s a little on edge right now,” Charles said quietly, acutely aware of all the cameras pointed their way.
“I can see that. Is it the crowd? Do you want me to call in reinforcements?”
Charles shook his head and walked quicker to catch back up to you. “We would probably be there by the time anyone came.”
Lactic acid burned your calves and reminded you just how hard you were going to have to work to get back to your pre-baby fitness but it felt good too. It brought you back to yourself in a way you had forgotten since becoming a mother and the endorphins from the exercise began to relax your body and mind.
Your pace began to slow and Lando smiled proudly like you had won a world championship. “Now can I hold your hand, love?”
You shifted your hold to the centre of the handlebar so you could still navigate the stroller and placed your hand in his. “Thank you,” you murmured as he kissed your knuckles.
“I would tell you not to worry but I don’t think it will make a difference,” he replied between waving to his fans.
“Aren’t you worried? There’s so many things that could go wrong.”
Lando stopped and turned with a serious look on his face that was only softened by the untamed curl that fell over his brow. “Of course I’m worried too, babe, this is our family and Autumn is the most precious part of it. But, I have to trust that we have done enough to protect her and you and Charles,” he said with a wave towards the security guards. “Do you remember how nervous you were before your first race? You could barely keep your food down and Pierre thought you were actually going to pass out during the Anthem.”
You rolled your eyes but a small smile leaked through. “Don’t remind me.”
“I would have caught you.”
“You were six inches shorter than me.”
Lando stood straighter and looked down at you. “That’s beside the point, I’ve more than made up for it now.”
“Yes, you have,” you said with a wink. “Much more than six inches.”
Charles interrupted the appreciative gaze you dragged over your boyfriend’s body. “Will you two please behave?”
A devilish smirk grew on Lando’s face. “Never, but I will go and sign some autographs before I get in more trouble.”
“Is it me or is he even more cocky?”
“Winning does that to a guy.”
Charles scoffed and curled an arm around your waist. “I will have to remind him what second place feels like, it’s my turn to win Monaco.”
Max laughed, reminding you that he was still there as you approached the paddock gates. “Half the grid thinks the same thing.”
“Well they have a chance with you starting P2,” you teased your brother before grinning at Charles who took pole position. “Take that chequered flag.”
You scanned your ID and the pass for Autumn too as everyone else did and clustered together on the other side again.
“Where are you going to be watching from?” Max asked as you approached his hospitality first.
“Homeboys box, but Toto wants a word so I’ll take bub there first.”
Max looked like he wanted to say something but his name was called out from his team waiting by the dark blue entrance. Instead he stepped forward and kissed your cheek before kissing Autumn’s and tickling her toes. “Tot zeins, mooi meisje.”
“She’s going to speak Dutch before me at this rate,” you complained as he walked away, still not knowing what he said to her.
“Learn quicker then.”
You threw him the middle finger that made him laugh before he disappeared and then it was your turn to say goodbye. Mercedes was the next garage followed by Ferrari then McLaren.
“We will see you before the race,” you promised as you unbuckled Autumn from her stroller and held her to your chest. The garages were tight enough as it was without trying to fit the pram inside too. “Say bye-bye daddy,” you said with a wave of Autumn’s little hand as she woke from her nap. “Love you.”
Charles and Lando both kissed her cheeks and said their goodbye before you received your own chaste kiss on the lips. “Call us if you need anything, I will keep my phone with me,” Charles promised before stepping away.
“Same, and these guys are going with you too,” Lando said with a nod to the security shadowing your sides. Your entourage joined you in Mercedes but thankfully took a wider perimeter since there was a fairly strict policy in who could enter the garages. Toto didn’t seem to mind the additions since you came bearing a pretty great gift.
“You are a beautiful time waster,” he said sweetly as he cradled Autumn to his chest. “I have work to do, little lady, yes, I do, but I’m not ready to hand you over, no, I am not.”
“I get the feeling that Jack will be getting a sibling soon enough,” you said to Lewis who swung back and forth on his chair with his headphones half on his head.
“I don’t think it’s Toto that needs convincing,” he said with a laugh. “It’s not his career that goes on hold, you know that.”
“I never would have said it before, but she’s worth it,” you admitted. “Still not sold on doing it again though, got one more championship to win.”
“I know that feeling,” he said wistfully. “Charles had better bring her to Maranello too.”
“I don’t think much work would get done if she was there,” you pointed out. “And like you said, you have a championship to win.”
Autumn suddenly decided that she was starving and started to cry as she nuzzled into Toto’s shirt and you laughed as you got up to retrieve her. “Sorry, bub, there’s no milk in those titties,” you teased as you picked her up. “Is there somewhere I can feed her?”
Toto looked around and shrugged. “Wherever you’re comfortable. There’s rooms down the hall if you want.”
“I’ve learned it’s not about my own comfort.”
“If anyone’s got a problem they are free to leave,” he said loud enough for everyone to hear and return to their work.
You took your seat again beside Lewis and unzipped the discrete opening on your shirt before unclipping the small window on your bra.
“Come on, man, she’s just trying to feed her baby. Get those cameras out of here,” Lewis said as he blocked the lens and started to herd the Netflix crew back out of the garage.
It had taken a week of trial and error before mastering the art of latching but now you had a routine and Autumn quickly fell back to sleep despite trying to keep her awake. Lando had joked he would sleep better if that was his routine too, at least you thought he was joking.
“Can you hold her please?”
Lewis didn’t need to be asked, he had been patiently waiting his turn since you walked in the garage. He even knew to draw soothing circles and pat her back to bring up her wind. “There’s those famous Uncle skills you bragged about.”
“Told you, I’m just down the road if you guys want a babysitter for date night.”
“I might take you up on that in a few weeks.” You looked over to Toto who was speaking to Bono and jutted your chin his way. “Has he mentioned anything about who’s in line for your seat?”
“Nothing set in stone, just lots of talk - or at least that’s what he told me.”
“Fair enough, you’re the enemy now,” you teased.
“Netflix is going to love this season. Did you see Nando re-signed?”
“Mhmm, I sent him a pot plant and instructions to wipe the floor with Lance. I think he’s taken it on board.” Fernando already had nearly four times as many points in the driver championship so far and you expected that to increase after the race.
“There’s rumours Lance is going to WEC next year, maybe there'll be another seat opening.”
“Fuck that,” you scoffed. “If I get a seat it’s going to be with a team that has some sense of loyalty. I’m sick of being dropped like a hot potato the second anything goes wrong. I’m desperate, but not that desperate.”
Lewis was about to be called for the driver parade and you realised just how quickly time had passed. “I should let you finish your rituals, we still have a few stops to make before the race.”
He handed Autumn back and gave you a hug. “Don’t lose that glow stressing about getting a seat, mama, enjoy your time with this little beauty. Che sarà, sarà.”
“Practising Italian already, huh?” you teased as you buckled Autumn into the stroller where she promptly fell asleep after the movement disturbed her. “I will keep your wise words in mind.”
The paddock was quieter as you made your way down the line of garages. Most guests would already be in the viewing spaces above the pit lane to watch the drivers parade so there weren’t many people for security to part.
“Ma’am,” the head guard called as he stood in front of an imposing suited figure. “He wants a word.”
You nodded your head and he moved to let the man through. “I’m kind of running late, Lawrence.”
“I just want to say congratulations,” your old boss said as he looked into the stroller and removed his sunglasses. “She’s very cute, you must be proud.”
“You could have sent a text message.”
Lawrence sighed at the frosty tone. “In hindsight things may have been handled a little callously but you should understand it was for your own good. This isn’t an office job that can be worked while pregnant, it would have been irresponsible as an employer.”
“I understand that, it was the fact you fired me without even talking to me first - I had to find out through the tabloids - and before that the way you let your son get away with treating his team is actually despicable.”
Lawrence pulled a white handkerchief from his breast pocket and cleaned his glasses as he stared off into the distance. “You’re not wrong, but we are working on his attitude and behaviour - discreetly.”
You raised an eyebrow but he wasn’t going to share anything further, instead he took one last look at Autumn and put the aviators back on his nose. Maybe there was some weight behind the rumours.
“Hopefully we’ll see you back on the grid at some point. You were one hell of a racer.”
“Am, Mr Stroll,” you corrected as you turned the brake off the pram. “I am one hell of a racer.”
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‘CAUSE I KNOW YOU ARE A STARGIRL!
☰ PUBLIC SEX w/ GENSHIN MEN
- ̗̀ feat: itto, childe, zhongli, pantalone, ayato
— cw: public sex, exhibitionism, overstimulation, dry-humping, manhandling, unhinged zhongli, cockwarming, office sex, jealousy, MDNI 18+
ഒ ៸ ITTO
not a single spot in all of inazuma to fuck you in can compare to his little area behind the city jail. when itto’s been bailed out for the third time that week, he can hardly contain himself as he sees you waiting outside to greet him. not even a simple “hello” is given before he’s dragging you away to fondle you in the shade of several supply boxes behind the police station. once your back is pressed against the cool wood, you know you’re in for a long afternoon.
“shit, baby,” itto whined into your bruised and mark-ridden neck as he pressed his covered bulge against your panties. “missed this pussy so, so, so much. thought i was gonna die.” the look of embarrassment and disbelief are ones that he was so used to seeing decorate your pretty face. his clawed hands dug deep into your thighs as his hips picked up their already fast pace. “itto, it’s only been seven hours,” the incredulous look you shot him made him cackle, his grip loosened slightly only for a few moments.
“every second that i’m not balls deep in you, i’m missing your pussy.”
ഒ ៸ CHILDE
you would never understand childe’s obsession with dragging you around liyue harbor just so he could stuff you full. inside of northland bank? routine. the harbor’s docks at night? exciting. the golden house? his personal favorite. something about potentially being caught by the city’s inhabitants makes his blood pump furiously in his veins. he gets such a rush seeing you try so desperately to conceal your noises in fear of someone you know hearing you.
six orgasms pulled from you and childe still hasn’t let up. it was already beginning to become nighttime when he dragged you behind the large rock in front of yujing terrace. you could barely keep yourself upright with your trembling legs being thrown over his shoulders. no matter how many times you attempted to push his head back or pull his hair to get him to stop, childe was restless in his pursuit to make you braindead. your juices had dropped down his chin and soaked his shirt — it still wasn’t enough to satisfy him. with each flick of his tongue against your swollen clit, you were that much closer to moaning his name loud enough for the millileth guards to hear.
“c’mon, baby. i know you’ve got one more for me, don’t you?”
ഒ ៸ ZHONGLI
the moon was bright — illuminating everything under it’s light. usually this would be perfect for you and zhongli’s routine evening stroll on the harbor’s main road, but tonight the luminance was doing you no favors. for the life of you that night you just couldn’t keep your mouth shut. you should’ve known better than to doubt his strength and prowess as an ex-archon — that was a hill he was ready to die on.
as you were propped against the statue of the seven, zhongli’s hips repeatedly knocked against your ass. the nails digging into your hips felt sharper than usual — more monster-like as the left deep marks in your skin. normally, zhongli would be gentle during intimacy, preferring to take his time and worship you. but now? he was absolutely unhinged, manhandling your poor body into submission. “..‘l-li! s-someone could — mph — see us,” drool dropped down your chin as you tried to reason with him. clawed hands tangled into your hair and yanked your head up to look at his statued likeness.
“good. let them see you pleasing your archon exactly how you were meant to.”
ഒ ៸ PANTALONE
rich men have it all — pantalone is no exception. he flaunts his wealth in every aspect of his daily life to anyone fortunate enough to be in his presence. his favorite possession, however, was you — his precious little whore that trailed behind him everywhere he went. in broad daylight, you were usually dressed rather modestly but between the northland bank’s dark walls is where he loved playing with you the most.
“what do you need? clearly, you can see that i’m busy with something much more important.”
the poor fatui agent was clearly rattled at the icy stare being directed his way by the ninth harbinger. it was pitiful how his hands trembled at his sides despite obviously trying hard to keep them still. if he were asked that question a few minutes before barging into pantalone’s office, there was nothing in the world that could’ve taken precedent over what he came to report. unfortunately, he stood corrected.
your legs were spread wide by pantalone’s own massive thighs, pussy on full display being stretched out. if the agent had dared to look any closer, he might’ve seen your clit twitching with pure wanton need. you were definitely embarrassed at your lover not moving an inch to cover you and preserve your dignity — hiding your face behind your shaking palms. his boss definitely noticed him scanning his eyes over your trembling body because not moments later he was leaning you against his chest to give him a better look.
“go on. look all you want. you’d never even get the chance fuck her in your wildest dreams.”
ഒ ៸ AYATO
lord ayato is extremely possessive over his cute little maid. usually it’s a good thing that you’re mostly in the estate preoccupied with chores, but he overlooked one thing that he definitely didn’t see coming. thoma. both you and thoma worked closely together preparing meals, keeping the home tidy, and various other tasks. it’s actually quite impressive that ayato didn’t think for a split second that the amount of time you spent together wouldn’t lead to anything else.
“i’m disappointed in you, darling, you’ve really wounded me. do you have anything to say for yourself?”
it was a cool night in the garden of the kamisato estate — the breeze made your nipples harden under your night robes and poke through the fabric. “hm? what’s that, dear?” he propositioned, giving a deceiving smile downwards. it was a little hard to respond to his question, especially when he was battering his long cock down your throat. his gloved hands forced your head down to swallow him all the way down to the base and barely let you up for air. your tear soaked cheeks did nothing to deter him from making sure his lesson got through your head.
“i hope thoma comes out and sees you swallowing my cock. then, maybe, you’ll both understand that you belong to me.”
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Cooking at 3am | Geto Suguru
Pairing: Geto Suguru x gn reader
You remember those words from Virginia Woolf: 'One cannot think well, love well, sleep well, if one has not dined well.' She had a point, didn't she? Food, it's like the engine oil for your body. Without it, you're just grinding gears. And right now? Well, let's just say you're feeling the effects. Since two in the morning, it's been a battle on all fronts. Physically, emotionally, mentally—you're feeling the strain, the emptiness gnawing away at you .
A solitary tear escapes, trailing down your cheek as you clutch your rumbling stomach, wondering why Geto hasn't stirred yet. Seriously, does he sleep through earthquakes? you roll over to the small table, the moon's feeble light filtering through the curtains, barely illuminating your quest for sustenance. It's a scene straight out of a tragic romance novel, only instead of longing gazes, there's just you and your grumbling belly, desperately searching for snacks in the dark and there was none. A tragic ending in truth but one you refused to accept.
You unplugged your phone and it blinked. The clock struck 2:30 and it was time to deploy. Guided by the soft illumination of the moonlight seeping through the curtains, you navigated towards the door with deliberate steps, each footfall measured and precise. You spared a brief glance at Geto, cocooned in the warmth of the duvet, his peaceful slumber undisturbed by the nocturnal activities unfolding around him.
With practiced precision, you reached for the doorknob, turning it slowly to minimize any noise. The hinges yielded with a soft murmur, barely audible in the stillness of the night. Casting one final glance at Geto's peaceful slumber, you slipped out into the hallway, leaving behind the cold of the room for the cool embrace of the night.
The darkness enveloped you as you ventured into the living room, the moonlight filtering through the windows providing little assistance. With a quick flick, you activated the flashlight on your phone's camera, its beam cutting through the shadows and revealing the path ahead.
Navigating through the familiar terrain, you made your way towards the kitchen, each step cautious and deliberate. After a few moments of searching, your efforts were rewarded as you located the switch for the kitchen's light. With a click, the room was bathed in illumination, casting a warm glow over the countertops and cabinets.
Relieved to have finally made it to the kitchen, you wasted no time in getting to work. With your stomach rumbling impatiently, you eagerly scoured the pantry and refrigerator, hoping for a quick fix to satisfy your midnight cravings. But as you peered inside, your heart sank.
As you scoured the pantry and refrigerator, your hopes dwindled with each empty shelf. No chips to crunch on, no crackers to nibble. Not even a solitary cookie to salvage the situation. Instead, all you found were ingredients that required cooking—nothing suitable for instant gratification. Not a juice box or an apple in sight.
And then, like a slap in the face, it hit you: today was grocery day. The realization hung heavy in the air, a stark reminder of your oversight. With a sigh of resignation, you accepted your fate and prepared to face the challenge of cooking up a meal from scratch, determined to make the best of the situation despite the inconvenience.
With a sense of determination, you propped your phone up against the knife holder, relying on the video's guidance to cobble together a meal. But frustration mounted as you realized that key ingredients were missing, throwing a wrench into your culinary plans. With a heavy sigh, you cracked your brain, considering alternative options to salvage the situation.
As if on cue, Geto's voice pierced the silence of the dark hallway, catching you off guard. "What do you think you are doing?"
You couldn't help but let out an involuntary gasp, your hand flying to cover your mouth in a feeble attempt to hold back your outburst. The sound of your own heartbeat thundered in your ears, drowning out any hope of a coherent response as you watched Geto's calm face from across the kitchen.
And then, with a pointed gesture, he directed your attention to the sign above the stove—a sign you had failed to notice until now. The bold letters spelled out your ban from the kitchen, accompanied by a flurry of exclamation marks that left no room for ambiguity.
"Really?" you exclaimed, a mix of disbelief and amusement coloring your tone as you turned back to face him. His upper body rested casually on the island's marble surface, his expression calm yet resolute. With a slight shrug of his shoulders, he met your amazed gaze. "I still want a house to live in," he stated matter-of-factly, reaffirming the rules he had set in place.
"Come on Sugu" you placed the pot on the stove. "It was an honest accident"
"And I honestly," he began, his voice gentle as he met your gaze, "would still like to live in this house and not its ashes." your small smile dropped as you watched him. He placed a tender kiss on your forehead.
“Can you teach me then?” you threw your hand in the air.
He gestured a hum to your request, as he washed the vegetables. “You’d like to learn?” he turned to you
You have never cooked anything out of a small childhood mac and cheese. It was simple and it was tasty. Only required boiling water and after simply separating the liquid from the macaroni then you added cheese.
Your admission hung in the air, a stark contrast to the warmth of the kitchen. It was a confession that spoke volumes, revealing a vulnerability you rarely showed. Geto's expression softened, his eyes reflecting understanding and empathy.
"Never cooked anything beyond a childhood mac and cheese?" he echoed, his voice gentle yet tinged with curiosity.
You nodded, feeling a flush of embarrassment creeping up your cheeks. It was a humbling admission, but one you knew you needed to make if you were ever going to learn.
Without missing a beat, Geto turned off the water and dried his hands, his movements deliberate yet comforting. "Well, then," he said, a spark of determination lighting up his eyes. "It's time we change that."
"I'll leave the vegetables duty to you," he added, gesturing towards the colander of vegetables that he had placed in a bowl to catch the dripping water.
With a nod of acknowledgment, Geto set to work, his focus unwavering as he began to prepare the shrimp with practiced ease.
Throughout the cooking process, Geto patiently taught you how to julienne carrots and peel various ground provisions efficiently. His guidance was clear and encouraging, and you absorbed his instructions eagerly, eager to learn and improve your cooking skills.
As you watched Geto work his magic in the kitchen, a surge of excitement and anticipation bubbled up inside you. This wasn't just about cooking; it felt like the beginning of a whole new culinary adventure, and you couldn't wait to dive in.
Standing shoulder to shoulder with Geto, you are soaked in the sights and sounds of the kitchen—the sizzle of the shrimp hitting the pan, the aroma of spices mingling in the air. His movements were confident and sure, a testament to his expertise in the kitchen.
As Geto poured the shrimp into the pan, the sizzle of the seafood hitting the hot surface filled the air with an enticing aroma. With a deft hand, he sprinkled the perfect blend of seasoning over the shrimp, each movement deliberate and precise. You couldn't help but feel a surge of excitement as you watched him work, eager to play your part in this culinary symphony.
Instinctively, you reached for the dishes, your fingers dancing across the smooth surface as you prepared to assist in any way you could. As Geto stirred the sauce, you moved seamlessly beside him, your actions perfectly synchronized as if you'd been cooking together for years. It was a fluid collaboration, each of you anticipating the other's movements with a natural ease.
And then, as the aroma of the simmering sauce filled the kitchen, it was time to taste. Geto reached for a fork and a small plate, his movements deliberate as he carefully selected a plump shrimp from the pan. With a gentle touch, he dipped the fork into the sauce, ensuring that each bite would be infused with flavor.
You'd like to believe that no other man could have held a candle to a man like Geto. He, a man whose essence radiated warmth like a cozy hearth on a winter's night. His patience wasn't just a virtue; it was a cloak he wore with effortless grace, never once allowing the chaos of the world to ruffle its serene folds. And his kindness? It flowed from him like a gentle stream, soothing the weary souls he encountered along life's winding path. Geto was the embodiment of tranquility, a steady anchor in a sea of uncertainty, his presence a balm to those fortunate enough to know him.
As he held out the fork to you, offering you the first taste, you couldn't help but feel a flutter of excitement in your chest. Taking the morsel of shrimp into your mouth, you closed your eyes, savoring the explosion of flavors that danced across your tongue. You hummed as the food melted in your mouth, the spiciness and sweetness of the sauce mixed the spiciness erupting a tiny cough from you. .
“Is it any good?” he asked
You couldn't help but chuckle at his question, even after countless meals he'd prepared for you, his humility never faltered. “Now you're just fishing for compliments,” you teased, giving him a gentle poke in the chest.
“But if you must know, I think you know the fastest way to my heart”
His smile widened, a mixture of pride and satisfaction evident in his expression.
“Then I'll just have to keep cooking for you, won't I?”
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— 𝓈𝓊𝓂𝓂𝑒𝓇 𝒾𝓃 𝓉𝒽𝑒 𝒸𝒾𝓉𝓎 ౨ৎ
matsukawa issei x reader. 925 wc. ﾉ suggestive ﾉ there's some feet stuff :3 ﾉ horny mattsun ﾉ repost!
having a broken air conditioner at the peak of summer is less than ideal. you’ve already reached out to your landlord about fixing it but he won’t be able to do so for a couple of days, which is even less ideal. you only have money for so many fans and even then, all they do is blow around the warm air. that leaves you and your boyfriend to sit and bake for the time being. the next couple of days are looking like they’ll be filled with cold showers and refreshing beverages to hold you over until your precious ac is back in working condition.
it isn’t unusual for you and issei to spend your weekends lounging on the couch of your shared living room, but the heat has left the two of you uncharacteristically sluggish. your legs are tangled with his, each of your heads resting on the respective armrests of the uncomfortable piece of furniture. the shades of the windows are drawn so that the sun won’t add to the already blazing temperature of your apartment. you aren’t sure if it’s doing much, but if it helps even a little, you’re more than willing to sit in the dark.
barely lifting your head up, you take a peek at mattsun. his arm is draped over his eyes, sweaty curls sticking to his forehead. you can tell he’s hot just by looking at him. it seems as though his tactic for keeping cool is staying absolutely still. while you aren’t opposed to that idea, you have one of your own that you think might be a tad bit more effective. “i’m getting a popsicle. you want one?”
eyes still closed, issei silently shakes his head—just enough to convey his answer.
“suit yourself,” you groan, struggling to pull yourself off the couch. even the short walk to the kitchen is enough to produce a fresh sheen of sweat on your face.
opening your freezer, you pull the plastic packaging from the cardboard box, silently hoping that the frozen treat will help cool you down. stalling for time standing in the cold, you call out to mattsun whom you left behind in the other room. “are you sure you don’t want one?”
“i’m good,” he yells back.
you take a few seconds to fan some of the cool air onto you before finally closing the freezer door. unwrapping and discarding the plastic, you pop the sweet into your mouth, making your way back to the living room.
issei has abandoned his previous position, now sitting up with his legs stretched across the length of the couch. you pat his calf and hope that he gets your message to make room. he spreads his legs just enough for you to squeeze in between them. it’s not very comfortable, but you don’t have it in you to voice your complaint. just the thought of picking a petty fight with him exhausts you.
the two of you sit in silence, the buzzing of multiple fans and the low hum of the television the only things noise within the living room. you peacefully suck on your popsicle as mattsun scrolls aimlessly on his phone.
the ice pop does its job of helping you cool down, but you should have figured that the heat would only contribute to it melting quicker than usual. you can feel the syrupy liquid beginning to run down your fingers. the sensation draws a surprised yet muffled gasp from your chest. you pull away from the treat with a satisfying pop, redirecting your tongue to run up and down your fingers before the juice can dry and become sticky. sensing a set of eyes on you, you look up to find mattsun staring.
“what?” you ask, lips finding their way back around the popsicle.
“that’s really fucking hot.”
you frown but can’t hold back the laugh that bubbles in your throat. “really, dude? it’s like you live in a constant state of horny.”
“i’m just saying, it really turned me on.” even if you wanted to ignore the sight of the growing bulge in his boxers, it’s impossible to not feel it hardening against your foot. pulling your legs against your chest, you roll your eyes.
“well, go handle that in the bathroom,” you wave him off. normally, you’d be happy to help your boyfriend, but exerting energy in this heat feels like nothing short of a chore. “there’s no way i’m having sex with you right now. i’m already sweatier than i want to be.”
mattsun groans, throwing his head back dramatically. of course he’s capable of getting the job done on his own, but he has to admit that he prefers your hands or mouth when it comes to the matter of relief. “when is the landlord gonna fix the damn air conditioner?”
“he’s coming on monday,” you reply, chewing on the wooden stick of your now finished popsicle.
he sits up to meet your gaze. “two days?”
“what, you can’t go a few days without sex? that’s sad, issei.” you extend one of your legs, your foot poking at the tent in his boxers. you can’t help but giggle at your own teasing. “the poor guy is probably suffering, huh?”
issei quickly catches your ankle in his hand, cutting your mockery short. you inhale sharply as the pads of his fingers graze the bottom of your foot, his stare darkening and a devilish smile playing at his lips. “keep at it with those smartass comments and we’ll see who’s laughing on monday.”
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Beasts of Santa Carla
This chapter contains light mentions of NSFW material
This story includes a lot of original characters. Photos of characters and favorite scenes will be drawn. You can find their photos on the masters list along with the prologue and past chapters.
(Master List)
Original Characters- Lamia, Veve, Volk, Puck, Calypso
(Y/n)- Your name
(F/C)- Favorite Color
(F/S)- Favorite Soda
(Beasts of Santa Carla is a AU of the Lost Boys. It involves adult themes, poly relationships, and is definitely not made for the underaged. If you don't like poly content, queer representation, shipping of the boys together or heavy sexual themes and violence. This story is not meant for you and that's okay. This story is made solely for my own enjoyment and anyone else who's along for the ride. )
𝕮𝖍𝖆𝖕𝖙𝖊𝖗 3
The car jostled and lurched tumbling you around in the dark bag as the car sped down the Santa Carla dirt roads. The wolf boys in the front hooting and hollering as the radio blasted a catchy pop tune, occasionally a hand reaching back to adjust the bag so you weren't just at the mercy of the cars jerking. The energy was thick with excitement, hell you would have been excited if it wasn't for being forced to wear gross dirty werewolf gym clothes inside a used body bag. You were seriously gonna kick those vampires asses if you saw them. You didn't even get a say in whether you got to confront them or not. Just shoved straight out the door and into your friend's car floor.
Speaking of friends, you were happy the boy's energy was so high as it made for a perfect little lazy feeding. Though you were sure your aunt had ordered this little kidnapping at your expense . What a buzzkill she was for cockblocking your chance to give those men a piece of your mind. If they wanted to disrupt your sleep schedule and your meal time so badly then they could catch a lashing from your wrath. Tail twitching in disdain you knew your aunt was right though. If you acted like your father and jumped too quickly into a fight unprepared then you'd eventually end up enslaved to someone too.
Though despite his predicament you knew your parents loved each other but you couldn't figure out how they worked it out. Your hands find their way up to your choker fiddling with it absentmindedly. If you were in your dad's shoes freshly marked, would you be able to be happy with one partner like he was. Something from deep inside knew that wouldn't be possible even biologically. You were a hybrid. A genetic misfit. Even if you wanted to settle with just one partner your body's hunger would just end up killing them or yourself as the demand in you would never be satisfied. You had little hope of settling down one day and possibly becoming a parent like your elder family members have.
You didn't know how many partners you'd even need to be properly maintained. There was the fear in you that you’d take after your Aunt who had fourteen partners and sometimes even they couldn't keep up with her. You stop fiddling with your collar. There was no reason to be worrying about this right now. Those vampires probably just wanted to kick your ass for being in their turf or wanted to use you as a juice box till they were satisfied with you learning your lesson. The only people who wanted you were sick fucks chasing after a fantasy version of yourself. A fantasy presented to them on a glowing stage wrapped in lace and lies.
Who wants to mate a succubus for life that likes to fight and devours up life energy like a bottomless pit. A hand shakes the bag momentarily snapping you from your dark self reflection, a gruff low voice speaking above you. “ I’m moving you now. We're gonna have to walk the rest of the way on foot so sorry if it gets bumpy. Try not to make any noise, okay.” A smile graces your lips wiping off your sullen blank face. Ah, Volk. If you weren't ever going to settle down at least you had loyal friends and customers to fill your loneliness. This scary teddy bear of a man has been frequenting Chateau Vermillion ever since he strolled into town that rainy afternoon.
He was so cute his first time coming to the Chateau. He absolutely refused to make eye contact with anyone other than his adopted father as he stood in the entrance stiffer than a board. This stoic man was secretly nervous around women and you were his first and only succubus provider since that day. You were one of the kinder succubi in the joint as you didn't mind if a session didn't include sexual wants and actually preferred the change of pace. You remember when this boy strolled into your private room nervously refusing to move a inch from the door frame stuttering a pitiful hello. You raised your arms offering sanction in your lap for the boy to gently sweep away into a night of peaceful conversation and praise. Ever since he has loyally guarded you from unwanted attention.
He was a good reliable friend and like an added bonus was a delicious feed for you. His soul tasted like an apple pie topped with fresh vanilla ice cream but you knew you weren't in love with this man and neither did he love you. Maybe someday you'll get partners who love you more than life itself but today was not that day. Today you felt more like an angry sack of potatoes who was really fed up with a certain group of motorcycle riding vampires. So romance was definitely not in the air.
A door swings open and loud heavy footsteps are heard echoing through the house as a large bag is placed carefully on a mattress. The zipper is slowly pulled down from the bag and light rips through the dark gently embracing your unamused face. “Volk you know I'm gonna kick your ass if I smell like a dead guy and your B.O all night. “ You spring forth from your fabric prison crawling out onto the bed at lightning speed. The hulking tan werewolf is already five steps ahead of you standing by your side with a basket of soaps and a towel. “ You wouldn't have to if you stopped attracting weird fuckers to yah. I think Veve has my number on speed dial now.” You let out a chuckle as you start to strip the boy's clothes off yourself tossing them to him while winking.
“I think you enjoy playing a knight in shining armor. Or would it be furry armor. “ The man looks unamused as he tilts his reddening face towards the ceiling. No matter how many times he's seen you bare he never truly gets used to being this intimate with a woman. Which feels embarrassing as you two have done enough things together embarrassment should be the last thing he feels. “ I mean come on (Y/n) you are over here so much you practically live here. I can't remember the last time my bed was left alone for a week without you somehow ending up in it.” The werewolf trails behind you to the bathroom connected to the room as a cheerful crowd can be heard from the living room. “You like our sleepovers, don't even lie. You get all your needs met when you want and we also get to binge Tv shows and eat questionable Italian food. “
The last of your clothes are gone except for your choker as you start the shower sitting on the toilet seat looking up sneaking a cheeky smile to him. “ I just want to know if you're safe. I'm scared one of these times someones gonna hurt you. Who the hell will watch Transformers with me and eat crappy take away food then“ Volk huffs out placing your toiletries down and hanging the towel up for you. “ I don't know, maybe you could get over your fear of women and talk to someone other than me. Or am I scaring all your potential lovers away.” You had the biggest shit eating grin on your face before Volk aggressively ruffled your head. “ Now there's my shortstack jackass. You're not scaring no one away. I'm working on it. Just hard to get the courage to talk to Lycan women yah know. And Where's your partner huh.”.
Volk pushes your head away with a smile on his face. He hated when you were hard yourself and he could tell this vampire business was wearing you down. You hop into the nice warm shower grabbing your soaps that Volk had kept here for you. Before shutting the curtain and shoeing him off to go get you your fight clothes for the club. “ Hell will freeze before I become not single. It's not like a bunch of partners will fall outta the sky begging to date me. Also id want them to all get along and maybe also fuck around a little. You know create my own badass harem I'm always talking about “ Volk shouted back from the closet as he searched through your pile of stuff. “ Why do they gotta mess with each other as well?”
You laugh as you shout back scrubbing the vanilla soap into your skin. “ Have you ever been in a orgy before? Pretty hot when everyone's getting along. Specifically same gender action if you know what I mean.“ Volk damn near jumped outta his skin hitting his head on the top of the closet rack. “ That's just nasty. I don't wanna hear about your sexcapades. “ Volk rubbed his head holding your clothes as you turn off the shower. “ Yeah you're right, maybe I should talk about ours hmm. Let's see last time you wanted me to call you a-” Stepping out the shower Volk threw your clothes at your face, steam coming out his ears at this point. Smirking you dried your body changing into the ( F/c) leotard and leg warmers workout gear you had. You planned to get some aggression out tonight working up a sweat and probably staying the night winding down with cartoonz and whatever the others cooked for dinner.
You patted Volks shoulder as you moved to the door. “ Come on yah vanilla softie let's go join the others before they think we're in here fooling around doing the sideways tango.” Opening the door to head to the living room you noticed the curtains were open to the window and it seemed like you almost caught a flash of someone. You figured it's just your imagination or one of the boys outside being a perv trying to get a free show. Walking into the living room a pause hit the crowd before a bunch of rowdy men started cheering for you making wolf whistles. You do a little bow and a spin for the room before putting your hands up to stop there on cor of remarks. “Okay okay, Shut your traps you pervs not like you sleezers ain't seen me before in this get up. Ready to get your ass handed to you again Puck hopefully you'll get the win this time I promise I'll go easy.”
You bump the big guy on the shoulder making him scoot from his spot which he moves just a little before squeezing you against the couch cushion and armrest with his shoulder giving you a smile before opening a ( F/S) and handing it to you. “Nah, I switched with Calypso since he's coming into the fight tonight.” Your eyes widened with excitement. “You mean it! I thought Calypso had to stay with his wife till her pregnancy was over.” You could feel the anticipation like lightning through your body. Your tail swayed happily in the air, a smile as wide as can be spreading across your face in pure excitement.
“Nah she said that he's driving her nuts with his overprotectiveness. You'd think for a mercraken and having like 20 kids he’d have chilled out by now. Speaking of women though I need a favor (Y/n)” You turned your head slowly glaring the big guy down already knowing what this favor entailed. “ I’m not smelling you to test for the itchy and icky because you stuck your dick in what was cheapest again Puck.” You stared him down ready to send him to the stratosphere for being a dumbass again while the boy's face sank in panic. “Aw come on man! (Y/n) You know succubi's noses are the best way to hunt out all sorts of STDs. I just need this favor man. I didn't make enough of this check to get a full service at the Chateau, please don't tell Veve on me!.”
This hulking guy was practically grabbing your arm sobbing. “ Geez I'll do it but you gotta stop crying like a bitch every time it's getting sad man. “ Pucks face lit up before making a play shocked face scoffing. “Oh my goodness young lady you kiss your mother with that foul mouth.” You smirked back at the man. “Nah, I was too busy kissing yours last night.” Puck playfully punches your arm as you close your eyes, moving your head around him to get a whiff. “ Well I got good news and bad. Good news you're clean, bad news you're still an idiot.” You shot up laughing dodging another punch from Puck before he got up to chase you. Volk walking in from the bedroom in his clean gym clothes wrapping his knuckles while showing you two out the door.
“ If you two shitheads are starting tonight's party then you take that outside before Calypso shows and the spectators. I got bets and I wanna see more money in my pocket then I know what to do with tonight.” Volk promptly pushed Puck forward with his foot as you ran towards the fighting ring squealing with laughter. You were always one of the people that helped get the ring set up before the night's festivities started. It was a huge oval of old cars piled high in the sky reinforced with all sorts of metal pipes or welded scrap. This thunder dome was able to take extremely heavy blows from fighters during whatever games the club was doing that night. Old car seats were used as stadium chairs as any inhuman who wanted to watch was welcomed as long as they paid an entrance fee.
This fee was mostly used to fuel concessions that were handed out making even more bank for the fighters and the ring itself. How it usually went was there were people who placed bets or tipped fighters they liked watching perform. Though at the end of the night whoever was the top fighter with the most matches won under their belt would receive a big pay out from whatever was made on concessions and entrance fees. While other fighters were paid accordingly following ranking. This system made everyone happy while lining their pockets from doing something they loved and surprisingly it was popular even with nonhumans from out of town. As a succubi hybrid you acted like a ring girl while also participating in maintaining and fighting in the arena.
As you raced into the middle of the ring you let a joyous powerful guttural screaming war cry. One so strong you'd put a heavy metal singer to shame. It was so loud and demonic it echoed off the walls, your form hunched over in an animalistic stance fangs bared for all the heavens to see. Your spikes running down your spine to tail almost damaging your leotard as they stood tall, blood spraying from your form as it quickly slinked away. A huge magical circle encompassing the arena in a sea of crimson as you finished your screaming stomping into the ground with your foot as a wall of bones emerge from the crimson abyss piercing the cars from within reinforcing them even more as any left over blood morphed into a sea of moths returning to your form.
This was the true face of your power. This is what a proud hybrid was able to accomplish when utilizing every last ounce of potential from their genetic blessings. Under your lace and lies laid a beast of blood and bones. Able to manipulate your blood into any genetic makeup resembling that of a succubi's or demonic insect. You could make gallons of blood, walls of bone, and recreate any organ pertaining to your body or others. Your succubi father was a powerful healer who used his ability to heal and soothe others to push people's nervous systems to the brink of mental degradation when he wanted to while your other father was a jorogumo. A spider demon from the Asian continent who took on a feminine appearance to trick humans, your father was beautiful and graceful. He could make anything with his webs which he spun from his blood.
These two power houses came together to create a hybrid as powerful as you with a genetic technique that was scary to go against for other fighters. You fed off the crowd's energy during the battle and while not being physically strong on a base level your speed and cunning nature made you one of the top opponents in the ring. Your father's never wanted you to waste your blessings using your beauty and mystique to just seduce people in a brothel all day. They wanted you to grow to your max potential and every night in the battlefield you'd push yourself to the limit. Tonight you'd blow all this pent up frustrations out letting your truest self be free.You stopped admiring your work along with Puck and the others when everyone's attention was drawn to the giant Mercraken coming into the ring's entryway holding three beings.
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Paul and Marko had been tailing at a distance behind this beat up pick up truck out to the old Santa Carla junk yard for a good long while now . Laddie rode with Paul in the front of the bike as he tracked them with almost precision . Even though Paul and Marko couldn't smell a thing when that back door opened Laddie was damn near ready to rip that black body bag open as soon as it came outta the back of Chateau Vermillion. The pair noticed the group of Werewolves carrying it out so they knew if they got to close they would get busted. Neither of the two wanted to get into a brawl again with the Santa Carla wolf pack. Surfer jerks on the boardwalk were way different than an angry pack of Lycanthrope as the fur bags actually could put a decent front against their Vampiric powers.
As soon as the bikes pulled in close to the Old house Paul and Marko could now definitely smell your scent. It came washing out the old building and wrapping around them, almost dragging them by their noses to where you were hiding. They snuck close to the porch before they saw a huge round werewolf come walking out to rummage through the ice chest next to the door, a little joint in his mouth hiding their scent from him. Laddie almost jumped to run up and through the doors before the pair grabbed him holding him back. This kid was going to get them caught before they even got a glimpse of their mystery woman and they couldn't have that. Dragging the small kid back to where the bikes were hiding the pair plopped Laddie down. “ Remember what we told you little man were on a spy mission to rescue your big sister.” Paul looked at the excited boy in the eyes before Marko chirped in.
“ Yeah, and if those big bad werewolf's spot us they may hurt your big sister so we have to sneak in and rescue her. You are our look out okay little dude. You have to watch the getaway vehicles so when we rescue her we can get back safely to the cave.” Marko and Paul turned to each other having a silent argument before raising their hands to play rock paper scissors. After three rounds Paul silently threw his hands in the air with excitement as he won the right to go in and either spot you or grab you. Which meant Marko, who looked displeased, had to sit here with the kid keeping him busy. Like a sore loser he flipped the taller blonde off before Paul stuck his tongue out at him, placing a kiss to his jealous mate's temple and sneaking around to where the scent was strongest.
Marko and Laddie sat back at the bikes now engrossed in a game of tic tac toe as they used their feet to make x’s and o’s in the dirt trying to be as quiet as possible. Paul crouched over to the window that your scent was coming from slowly peeking in to see if you were alone for prime kidnapping. He couldn't wait to get his fangs on you. He has been imagining your face ever since he caught your scent that day with Laddie in the alley way, you had been a mystery angel haunting his dreams everyday. He slowly looked up into the window only to have his heart be hit with a thousand bolts of lighting and be weighed down by the earth itself. You were breathtaking as your face radiated with joy but there was his mystery angel striping Infront of a disgusting flee bag.
Paul had never felt this feeling before. This gut wrenching turning and churning sensation in his stomach and a building of hatred running like lightning through his heart to his hands. It took everything in him to not bust through the glass and rip those werewolves eyes out. Taking you for himself on the bed marking you as his and replacing that beast's scent with his own as it should be. He didn't want to watch you take off your clothes for this man but he couldn't look away. He swore if that fucker even grazed your form he'd rip his throat out with his teeth. Paul's ears rang from how angry he was, not able to hear anything as the scene played out before him in slow motion. This was strange to him. This was a maddening sensation.
He didn't feel this way when the others showed affection for each other. He didn't feel this way when David talked about bringing Micheal into the pack or when Marko and Dwayne had sex together. He was used to watching his loves be with others in an intimate way but this was different, something was way different. It pissed him off to his core even if it was just you standing there to get naked to take a shower. It felt wrong like only him and the others should get to see your natural beauty bare to the world softly lit under the fluorescent lights. He stood there watching for every moment like a hawk in pure agony. Every smile, every laugh, it should be him standing there. He should be him receiving this blessing why did this fucker get to be so close to his angel. And a blessing he had received as your face turned towards the window, his eyes almost meeting yours.
Paul had to duck out of sight from you. Your eyes quelled his anger shooting him again in the heart if only for a brief moment. Not only did he get to see his mystery girl's face but he got to see her bare dressed only in her flesh and a smile, the choker complimenting her frame. But it was all tainted. Their first moment of passion is interrupted by that fleabags tainting presence and as quick as Paul got to watch his mystery girl she was gone walking out of site to were he couldn't see. He just wanted to watch you smile forever and he hopped soon your smile would be fired towards him and his loves. Paul quickly followed towards the next window were he could get a glimpse of you and there you were again twirling around a strutting confidently for all these fuckers to enjoy.
He wanted to slowly rip each one's tongues out Everytime they whistled at you or received a smile from you. His jealousy consuming him he watched as everyone started to leave the building, you running forward laughing and hollering being chased by those men. He wanted to chase after you and quickly snatch you away but there was no opening for him to do so. Paul had to rush back to where Marko and Laddie were practically pulling them with him towards the giant car stack were you ran into. They were moving so fast to catch up that Marko had to sling Laddie over his shoulders running with him piggy back style just to stay in pace as he tried to get answers outta Paul.
“Well did you see her Paul? What was she like? Is she cute?” Paul put his hand over Markos mouth as they watched from a distance there mystery girl race into the center of the ring stopping before hunching over. Her back arched as spikes sprang from her spine and tail pointing towards the sky as she let out the coolest sounding death metal scream they had ever witnessed. Her angelic face baring fangs to the sky as she screamed for the heavens to hear her cry. Her blood flooded the arena, the scent almost knocking all three of the boys down, especially Marko and Paul as they felt themselves dizzy with lustful excitement. The scene was downright demonic. Powerful. Exciting.
Marko could feel his face turning red with a wicked smile of excitement. This mystery woman was absolutely amazing and down right attractive. This display of power did something to Marko. It stirred something lustful inside him and his imagination was going wild. He wished he had his sketchbook so he could draw this scene In front of him so he could always remember this moment. You were oozing a dark power, a beastly nature which Marko could absolutely get behind. He almost wanted to cover Laddie's eyes as it felt inappropriate for him to watch this. The cry felt like you were flirting with him, he could feel himself being drawn into your light feeling himself moving forward to run to you. Suddenly the three boys were yanked into the air, thick muscular tentacles holding them in place threatening to squeeze the life outta the vampires.
“Who the fuck are you” Yellow eyes stared into there souls as a deep voice echoed in there ears.
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“Yo! (Y/n) Is this your fucking kid!” The kraken held Laddie in the air by his foot, shaking him a bit. Your face drops in shock as you stare at the startled little boy not even paying attention to the other two vampires currently also being held hostage. “CALYPSO YOU CAN'T HOLD A CHILD LIKE THAT!” You scream at the man he looks confused before looking back at Laddie. “ Put him down now! Honestly your wife should kick your ass buster. You've had twenty kids and one on the way and you're holding a little one like that.” You open your arms as he tossed Laddie to you, reaching out to catch the small dazed child as the blood rushes from his head to his feet.
You worriedly coo over the boy checking him over like a mother hen making sure his head wasn't shaken up too bad. You turn to the kraken as you hold the boy in your arms making sure to give Calypso a good lecture. “ Also does it look like he's my kid! I don't even have a mate how the fuck would I pop a vampire kid out let alone for the kid to be this age already!” Calypso raised an eyebrow at you because you were acting like the boy's mother right now the way you fussed and cooed at him. “ I thought he was yours because he smelt like you. I figured these two helped you make him.” The man holding the other vampires up in the air in front of you both looking directly in your eyes while awkwardly trying to escape.
Oh now you were pissed. They ruined your sleep, disrupted your breakfast, now they were crashing your sanctuary at fight club. Not to mention bringing Laddie into this little grudge with them getting the boy mixed in with their problems. You gritted your teeth, everyone could practically feel you radiating with anger. Laddie was too nervous to speak so he tucked himself into your side hoping not to catch your wrath. “ No Calypso. I've never spread my legs for these men in my life. Let alone held a conversation with them. In actuality they have been making my day a living hell.” You gritted your teeth into a smile kneeling down to Laddie.
“ Hey baby fangs, big sister has to handle this so why don't you go over to that nice man over there and get some snacks, okay little one. We can talk about this after I'm done teaching them a lesson.” Laddies eyes grew wide as he gave your arm a little tug puppy eyes laying it on thick. “Please don't hurt them big sis. I just wanted to see you and they wanted to meet you too.” The boy looked scared that you'd hurt his friends but you softened slightly. “It’s okay sweetheart we're going to handle this by playing a little game okay. You like games right? They are fun aren't they. “ Laddie's face brightened as his mood eased. “Tag?” You smiled ruffling his head. “Yes tag.”
Laddie ran off while you turned to Paul and Marko who were currently enamored with how sweetly you treated their youngest member. Both wished you'd call them sweet names and fuss over them like you'd did with Laddie but right now they could feel your anger seething off of you with each step closer. The smile on your face and sweet tone was failing to hide that they were in serious trouble. This was way different then when the pair got in trouble with David and Dwayne, they felt fear and arousal as you got closer. Like two kicked puppies unable to make a noise with how tightly they were being held by the kraken man they stared up at your face failing to hide their blushing faces. Hoping the guy wouldn't be able to feel how tight their pants were getting at this inappropriate time.
“ You two have been the biggest pain in my ass all night. You fuck up my sleep schedule, disrupt my breakfast ,and have the balls to bring a child with you when coming to beef about a territory dispute.” Your smile at them was laced with venom as your eyes flickered with malice. When you knew Laddie couldn't hear what you were saying to them you continued. “ I know you don't know who I am but I know a lot about you, Marko and Paul. You better pray that the other four ferals you have running around in your pack come to save you sorry assholes from your fate. As I have some business with you that's being settled tonight.” Paul trys to open his mouth to make a Pervy remark as he's excited you know about the pack. But before he could say anything your hand shoved its way in pinning his mouth and tongue from being able to utter out anything.
His fangs grazing your flesh he almost moans as your blood graces his tongue. You stare at him in his eyes, your pheromones activating as you start drugging the pair to make them more compliant. “If you two wanna act like feral horny dogs chasing my tail all night then I'm gonna treat you as such. I don't wanna hear anything other than you praying for forgiveness or barking like the dogs you are. Until you earn my respect I'm not giving you a drop of my time. So let's make a wager.” You unleash Paul to grab a squeaky hammer passed to by Volk as you had to settle this while not upsetting Laddie. “ You two will be tonight's opening act. For forty minutes you will try and get your painted hand prints of me to tag me while I'll only be able to smack away your advances with this toy hammer. If I win you two have to leave my sight, get over whatever I did to make you upset, and never bother me again. “
Marko pulls in whatever breath he can while his head is spinning to muster a reply. “ And what if we win.” You smile letting out a laugh at the ridiculousness of the notion of you losing to these slow asses. “ Then I'll make good on my word and do whatever you request and answer whatever your questions are. If you two actually managed to pull that off maybe you'll actually gain my respect to not view you as horny dogs.” You lift Markos face with the hammer to meet your sadistic eyes. “ But I'm not going easy on you two. I’m gonna use you up to vent all my frustrations so you may wanna start thinking of a safe word to shout when begging for mercy because I'm not gonna play nice.” You let his face go before notioning for Calypso to drop them Volk tossing the pair spare fight club uniforms. “ Go change. You don't wanna get those nice clothes ruined, do you puppy dogs?”
Paul, shocked and horny playfully let out a bark in response which riled you up. You turned your head letting out a sigh as you went to finish opening up the arena for the fight.
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The crowd was electric chanting in the stadium. They were excited to see the beast of blood and bone going against the Santa Carla vampires. A never before seen treat for the violence hungry crowd the bets and tips were already flowing in before the match even began. They were warned in advance it wasn't gonna be a regular paint tag match where they would use baseball bats, metal pipes, or hell even wooden hammers. But that didn't stop the crowd from going crazy hyping the event up. Everyone who was a regular knew that you wouldn't let your fans down and you were sure to prove that tonight.
When you came out to the field with people chanting your stage title you made sure to put on a show. Doing back flips and twirls the crowd losing their minds every time. Paul and Marko watched you intentently determined to win this match at all costs. I mean how fast could you be against two of them and with only a squeaky toy hammer for defense. Paul wanted to aim for tagging you on your chest while Marko really wanted to place a nice bright green hand print across your ass. It really didn't seem like a fair match up to them as they stood at the starting line glaring you down with a smile. Volk stood at the top of the stadium with a gun Laddie by his side, he aimed for the sky ready to start the match.
With a loud bang the game of cat and mouse began. Before the pair could even move a millimeter towards you their heads were bouncing to the sides as the hammer sprang between them, darting through them like air you paused. The dazed pair looked back to see your wings made of light staring back at them. “ Catch me if you can puppy dogs. “ You took off into the sky Marko followed suit while Paul tried to fly quickly to cut you off. Your body moved like a jet through the air, a streak of lighting being the only proof you were there. The music blasted, the crowd cheered, the energy was thick with excitement and you were eating it up.
The pair kept trying to make pinscher attacks on you or corner you into the walls. They couldn't dream of out flying you and when they got too close it felt like punches hitting them when you smacked back with the hammer. Your little weapon may have been cute and not usually painful to be hit with but when you moved it at the top speeds you were it felt like rubber bullets against their skin. Sometimes you’d boost yourself off one side of the wall just to hit one of them with an attack and bounce off the other. Repeating this motion to cause a confusing combo attack. Marko was a little better off then Paul because of being faster than him.
Though that left Paul out in the open taking your attacks like a fish in a barrel. You laughed, tormenting them with each hit of the toy. This is what they deserved for thinking you'd lie down like a bitch taking their tiresome antics. If they were gonna act like children you'd treat them as such and tonight they'd learn not to piss off the beast of blood and bone. You smiled, powered up by the crowd and the energy in the air. You were no longer tired, you were no longer thinking of anything other than how much fun you were having. You hadn't even noticed you were starting to let your guard down talking to the boys, one may even say you were flirting with them. “Come on Marko you can be faster than that, I know you want something from me if only you could put your hands on me.”
You snuck up on Paul blowing air into his ear before dodging an attack. “ Come on handsome, I'm waiting for you to touch me.” You would wait till they got close to you high in the air before letting gravity take you. Allowing the force to pull you straight down watching the boys following behind you. They were really trying hard. All your flirting and fake moaning driving them nuts. Not to mention when you'd dance for the crowd or smack your ass teasing that they couldn't catch you. Hell you even started singing let's get physical winking at them riling them up more. You were having the time of your life. You haven't had such a good match up in a while.
Laddie was enjoying the show a lot as well. He didn't know you were so talented or that the terror twins were so fast. They weren't fast enough to out race you but they had quick reflexes which they had quick calls when you were goofing off. Though every time they would almost touch you your body would disperse into a bunch of moths. Thirty minutes had passed and they had only ten minutes left to catch you. Volk and Calypso cheered for you while Laddie cheered for the boys to make it fair. “ Amazing ain't she.” Calypso said, shaking the little boy's shoulder. “Big sis is awesome! Has anyone ever caught her in tag?” The kraken let out a hearty laugh before confidently puffing his chest out.
“You're looking at him, kid.” Laddie stood in surprise before jumping with questions on how he did it which gained more laughs from the man. The man came close to the boy's face before giving him a wink like a cheeky old man. “ The trick to slow her down and make your way into her heart is to make her laugh. That's how Volk became friends with Miss sweet and sour up there. When she's laughing she loses all idea of where she's at or how to disperse her body because she's too busy laughing her ass off.” Laddie looked at Paul and Marko he hoped they could make big sis laugh. He wished he could hang out with her more than just in the daytime. You had just pulled another death drop on Marko but this time he was committing. He didn't have time to think anymore; there were only five minutes left on the clock.
The boys were having fun even if it was at the expense of getting their asses kicked because slowly you were being less hostile towards them and they absolutely loved it when you flirted with them. Marko kept pushing himself to his max he was so close to catching you. He was an inch from you before you dispersed into a sea of moths. Marko couldn't even have time to stop before he crashed into a big pile of mud. Above him in the air at a distance you looked at him, you felt a little bad because it looked like a gnarly crash. So you took a second to make sure you hadn't killed him like a bug hitting a windshield but then he sat up on his knees face looking like a messing kitten who didn't know how to keep their face clean and something broke in you. You tried to contain the laughter, all the malice gone from earlier as you sat in the air trying to hold in a laugh.
But the more you try not to laugh the harder you will. You burst into a fit of laughter with two minutes left on the clock. You were in the air laughing your ass off at Marko kicking and flailing your legs. Suddenly Paul crashed into you from behind firmly grabbing your chest before spinning you in his arms wrapping himself around you shouting. “I CAUGHT YOU! I FINALLY FUCKING CAUGHT YOU!” He was overjoyed rubbing his face on your head hollering in excitement. The energy from the match made him completely blank out that he was only supposed to tag you not catch you. You two begin to drop as Paul refuses to let go claiming he won fair and square. The ground was coming closer and closer by the moment and you were in a direct impact zone of Marko.
“WE'RE LOSING ALTITUDE EINSTEIN!” You shout shifting your weight so your body spins to your back exposed to the sky you make your wings extend as far as they can go accounting for you and Paul's weight to hopefully slow you down so you don't crush and kill him on impact. A huge gust of wind from the fall overtakes the stadium when the dust clears your straddling Paul's lap as he's still holding on tight. “ Are you fucking nuts! You could have gotten yourself killed! What were you thinking!” You fuss as the man not even realizing the buzzer went off or a muddy Marko is currently rushing towards you. Paul smiles up like an idiot laughing. “ I do tend to stop thinking when it comes to pretty women like yourself. You can call me your dog any time.” Paul winks.
Your mind breaks at this as your face heats up. Was this idiot really flirting at a time like this? You were just beating his ass a moment ago and he's flirting with you now. You don't get time to ponder this before Marko jumps on top of you, smashing you between their bodies and grabbing you by your horns. A bolt of lightning shoots through you the pressure, friction, and smell all becoming clear to you. The boys are laughing and cheering when you freeze. Hold on, when did this fight become so erotic and did they always smell this good. Did they know a succubi's horns were an erogenous zone? The feeling was too much , your face heated up. This was so lude everyone was watching. You try not to move to cause anymore friction between your thighs or horns as you were becoming hot and bothered pitifully protesting. “Hey! What are you two doing!” You try letting out a protest.
Marko shifts his weight causing your hips to press further into Paul's lap almost grinding on him and your horns also were stroked slightly from the movement. You were only wearing a leotard and it didn't take you long to get ready to go down there. You didn't want them to know this was turning you on but the sudden movement caused you to bury your face in Paul's chest letting a moan out. The boys pause their celebrations after catching your little noise from Paul's chest. Like a dial up phone it took them a moment to realize what was going on. This pause gives you enough time to force your head back, head butting Marko straight in the nose. A sick crunch coming from him as you crawl off Paul in embarrassment scooting away defensibly covering yourself shouting. “ You win! You win! I give up!”
Paul is currently holding Markos nose trying to fix it while also looking at you. Both the pairs heads were spinning, all the energy in the stadium made them completely blank on what they were actually supposed to be doing. But right now they just wanted to keep hanging out with you. This whole thing was so much fun. They both didn't know just letting their vampiric powers out that much would be so fun. “ Does that mean you have to do anything we ask? Like seriously anything. “ Paul's eyes shine with excitement and mischief before you laugh holding his face back from yours.
“Well yeah! You earned it after all. Plus I haven't had someone catch me in a long while so why not “ You continue to laugh as Paul uses your hand as a headrest to think. Markos head spun from his new concussion coming on, your head was really strong. All he could think about was how awesome it would be for you to join the pack and how strong you were. “ D-date!” Paul and you turned to Marko as he tried forming a sentence through his confusion. “ Date us now !” Your face freezes before you bust into a fit of laughter, the pair staring at you as you laugh. You prop yourself up getting back on your feet as you laugh, catching your breath to gentle ruffle Markos concussed head.
“ Slow your rolls, pretty boys. I can't be your girlfriend but how about we start with a date. Just the three of us. “ The pair stare at you as you chuckle to yourself, currently rubbing Markos' poor concussed head as his vampire powers are trying to heal him up. “ Like tonight?” Paul says enthusiastically before earning another chuckle from you as you start petting his head too. “ Well not tonight I have the rest of my matches up to win. I'm taking the rest of the week to get used to my sleep schedule so why not next week on Tuesday. “ The boys soak in the feeling of your warm hands and kind voice currently embracing them as they nod in agreement on the date hoping they could stay in this moment forever.
Laddie came running up to the group tackling you inside back down into the mud laughing. You were covered in sweat mud and paint prints all over you and honestly you couldn't care less. This was what fight club was for you. A way to relax and make friends and you feel like at least these two blonde goofballs weren't so bad after all. The four of y'all got mostly rinsed off with the hose at the house before changing into fresh new clothes and the boys back into their outfits. The chaotic three vampires spent the rest of the night enjoying the fight club matches and using their tips from the round to get snacks and drinks. Cheering for you anytime you'd go on stage.
When the night was drawing to an end you sent the boys off with Laddie strapped to Paul's chest in a baby fabric sling as the little boy couldn't keep himself awake by the end of the matches. You wrote your number on both the blonde's hands just encase the marker writing didn't make it on the way back with trying to keep Laddie in his blanket burrito cage against Paul's chest. When the boys got home they were tired from the awesome night, full of snacks that were either human or other worldly and a little bit of liquor. Star came rushing to them when Paul proudly showed off how Laddie was strapped to him. Doing a little strut to show the kid wasn't coming off easily.
She carefully unwrapped the boy, whisking him away to get him tucked in for the night while snatching the fabric that smelt of you from the boys. When Paul and Marko made it back to their nest stripping into pajamas to get ready to sleep David and Dwayne came crawling in not far behind them. “Where have you been? Did you find her.” David questioned as he readied himself for sleep as well making notice of the welts on the terror twins forms. Marko proudly flashing a fang filled smile to him. “ We scored a date next Tuesday. I’d say we did an amazing job.” Dwayne dropped his hair brush that he was using to untangle Paul's hair. “ What did you say?”
Paul turned back to the tan vampire raising an eyebrow. “We scored a date? Well for just me and Marko. We had to get our asses beat pretty bad for it but we managed to pull it off. Something off babe. “ David could feel his patience snap trying hard not to unleash it on his beloved mates. “ Do you two know how much money me and Dwayne just dropped tonight to convince Lamia to reserve that girl for a whole night Monday. “ The two blinked back at David's frustrated face. That night everyone could hear David's wallet crying in the distance .
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The Weight of a Letter(4)
A/N: Forgot it was Wednesday again. Any criticism is welcome, constructive or not. This is supposed to be a gender neutral reader, so if I screwed up somewhere, please tell me.
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Content warnings: mentions of stalking and paranoia, elevators, shadows stalking, my writing, multi-chap fic
Summary: The first one I received was innocent. Nothing more than a love letter from a secret admirer. But as more letters came, so did the fear and paranoia. Guess secret admirers aren't so romantic after all.
Chapter 4: A Waning Patience
I finally start to stir around noon, Irma snoring loudly in her bed above me. Whenever Irma and I were put together in the same room at night, rest was never an option. We both stayed up into the early hours of the morning, watching movies and talking about everything and anything. It was fun, but exhausting. I push myself up, reaching my hands over my head and stretching. My back cracked with several satisfying pops, my brain’s lights switching on with each crack.
I quietly leave Irma’s apartment and head to my own. The walk to the elevator is calming with the hallway empty. I knew no one would care, but walking through the apartment complex in just my pajamas was always a bit nerve racking. The button to call the elevator lights up when I press it, a small ding sounding from the doors. I step into the metal box when the doors open, leaning against the wall as it brings me up. Irma and her dad were always so calming despite their more chaotic personalities, spending time with them brought peace to the constant stress my brain was in.
I exit the elevator, cracking my knuckles as I walk down the hall and into my apartment. Heading into the kitchen, I pop a piece of toast into the toaster and pour myself a glass of orange juice while I wait for the bread to heat up. I tap a quiet rhythm onto the countertop, humming to myself as I stand. The kitchen was quiet, nothing of note going on. It was nice, peaceful. I hear the quiet ‘thwip’ of the toast popping up, and I pull out the butter container and start to spread it over the toast. With it being a Sunday after one of Irma’s games, I knew me and Irma were going to go out to eat together downtown. We usually did dinners right after the game, but with Tony taking us to ice cream yesterday, we didn’t have time. Last night we agreed to just do a lunch instead, neither of us wanting to wait until the late afternoon.
My eyes drift across the kitchen lazily, taking in the familiar scenery. I frown slightly when I see one of my mug’s pushed to the side. When I left for Irma’s game yesterday, I remembered it being by the edge of the counter. I nudge the cup back into its usual spot, my eyes narrowing. Did I move it before I left? No, I could’ve sworn it was still there. I tap my foot slightly, sighing. Irma was right, I was way too paranoid.
I press my back to the counter and slide down until my butt hits the floor, my knees pressing to my chest. I slowly eat my toast, my brain buzzing with reminders of homework and chores I needed to get done. The cup was just a stupid mishap, it was obvious I had just accidentally nudged it when I left. Thinking otherwise was just plain silly. I jump slightly when I hear a noise at the window, my heart dropping into my stomach. I freeze in place, my toast halfway in my mouth. I take a deep breath and close my eyes, counting to ten before opening my eyes again. I slowly stand up, scanning the room for any other oddities. Satisfied with seeing none, I slowly walk towards the conjoining room, moving the curtain out of the way to look out.
My eyes scan the rooftops across from my window, looking for an explanation of the noise. Seeing nothing of interest, I let the curtain fall back over the window. Too much was going on around me, putting me on edge. I chide myself for being so scared over what was probably just a stray bird. It was fine. Everything was fine. I turn back to the kitchen and finish my toast, the bread feeling like cardboard in my mouth. My hands were still shaking.
I move to my room and change, hoping I would calm down soon enough. I rub the fabric of my shirt in between my fingers, finding comfort in the soft material. I duck back out of my room and start to head back to Irma’s, too on edge to stay alone in my apartment. The halls seem to be much longer, the elevator more compact. I need to leave, to escape. Everything is too loud and bright, my throat closing up as I walk. The last few feet to Irma’s, I break out into a run, opening her door and locking it behind me. My breathing is erratic, my heart hammering in my chest. I back up from the door and fall, my feet unable to hold me up. I hear Irma’s worried voice call out and I croak out a reply, my breathing steadily slowing.
Irma’s face pops into my vision, the lanky brunette’s expression tied into one of worry. I force a smile grin onto my face, a breathy laugh escaping me. Irma sticks her hand out and I gratefully take it, standing up with Irma’s help. Her eyebrows are furrowed as she looks me over, my outfit a bit ruffled from my fall. “Are you okay?”
I nod, patting her hand twice. I look at the floor before glancing back up at her. Everything was still moving too fast around me, I didn’t want to acknowledge what was happening. I didn’t want to see anything in case it broke my reality just a little bit more. My forced smile grows just a little bit more, my brain still buzzing. “I’m fine, just got spooked and over reacted. You know how dramatic I am.”
Irma frowns at my words and my smile falters. I shift my stance, not sure what to do. Was she fed up with me? I know I was getting more paranoid, but I wasn’t trying to freak out over everything. I didn’t want her to think I was crazy or too much to deal with. I clear my throat, nodding towards the door. “Are you ready to get lunch then, since we missed your dinner?”
Irma sighs, crossing her arms over her chest. She was not impressed with my changing of the subject. “You know you can talk to me, right? What happened?”
“Nothing. Let’s just go.”
Irma grabs my arm when I try to leave, yanking me back to her. “Nope. You’re at least telling me why you looked like you saw a ghost when you walked in.”
I groan and lean against her, Irma snorting at my behavior. Irma pushes me towards the door, sighing. “Okay you dork. You can walk and talk.”
I nod, grabbing her hand and leaving her apartment with her. Irma lets go of my hand to lock the door, sending me an apologetic look. I look around the hallways, knocking the inside of my wrists together while I wait. Irma was safe, secure. I didn’t care much for others, but Irma was always there. I worried for the day she might leave.
Irma finishes locking the door and grabs my hand again, dragging me over to the elevator. I sputter a bit when I see the big ‘Out of Order’ sign on it. I had just used the elevator like ten minutes ago, how was it already broken? I really despised this apartment sometimes, this was the third time the elevator was broken in a month. Irma groans before leading me over to the stairs, both of us taking two at a time as we try to get down. I was forever thankful Irma was only on the third floor. I wave at the neighbors who were in the halls, exchanging pleasantries as we go down the stairs.
We reach outside and walk across the downtown area, silently walking to our favorite burger joint. We reach a crosswalk and wait for the symbol to turn green, watching the cars whiz past. I see some movement out of the corner of my eye, head turning towards the area that caught my eye. My eyes seek out the shadow I saw leaping between the tops of buildings, but I find nothing in its heed. Instead, my sight zones in on a pigeon hanging out at the top of the building and I shake my head, trying to get the shadowy figures out of my mind. Of course it was just a pigeon, I mean, what else could it be? Stupid imagination running wild, making my paranoia shoot up. I really needed to calm down, this morning was making my nerves go crazy.
“So,” Irma starts, her hands now in the pockets of her cuffed jeans. She eyes my face, looking for some form of emotion that wasn’t my go-to panic. “What happened earlier?”
“My cup moved and a bird hit the window.”
Irma huffs a bit at my plain explanation, shaking her head. She turns back to the road right as the light changes into the walk symbol and Irma grabs my hand to quickly pull me across, neither of us trusting the drivers to not blow through. We stroll past Central Park, watching the families in the park as we pass by. Hearing the happy shrieks of children and watching their guardians try to round them up was always fun. I feel a small pang in my heart at all the happy families, the familiar bite of jealousy settling in my stomach.
“That can’t be all that happened.” Irma says, letting go of me now that we were out of the road. I shrug, my face feeling hot from embarrassment.
“I just noticed my cup moved, and then heard a bang at the window. I just overreacted. I’m sorry.”
“Don’t apologize.” Irma says quickly, pulling her phone out of her pocket and messing around on it. I look to the sky, watching in interest as the clouds float above. “You didn’t do anything wrong, you’ve been under a lot of stress. It’s okay.”
I nod, chewing on the inside of my cheek. Irma pats my shoulder twice before her attention lies solely on her phone, neither of us really needing to pay attention to the walk because we knew it so well. The small corner store appears in my vision, my pace quickening slightly as I head towards it. My stomach rumbles as I imagine the burgers and fries they served, my hand grasping Irma’s shirt as I tug her towards the door.
I hear the door jingle as I open it and I glance around, admiring the detail of the place. It had a retro design, checkerboard tiles and bright red booths. The counter where the food was ordered and served was lined in blue and white stripes, reminding me of a beach towel. Irma puts her phone back in her pocket as we approach the counter, a smile on her face.
“Two of the house burgers, please. Hold the onions on one.” Her voice is soft and the cashier nods, winking at her. Irma rests her arm on my shoulder, leaning on me while poking my cheek. I turn my head and playfully bite at her hand, laughing as I do so.
“Anything else?” The cashier asks, his eyes trained solely on Irma. She glances up at him before looking back at me, kicking my ankle softly.
“You want a milkshake?”
I think it over for a moment before nodding. “One chocolate milkshake, please.” I say. The cashier nods, putting it into the system. Irma pushes me slightly, knocking me off balance. I thud my shoulder against hers, grinning. “And an Oreo milkshake.”
I insert the credit card my parents left me into the small keypad, waiting for the card to be authorized. The cashier waves us off as the payment goes through, Irma taking me by the shoulders and steering me towards a table. We sit across from each other, Irma patting a rhythm into the table as she looks around the restaurant.
“Did you finish your physics homework?” Irma’s voice is lowered now that we were talking just between us two, not wanting to disturb the other patrons. I wince slightly, thinking of the worksheet that hadn’t even left my bag.
“No… I never got to it. It’s fine though, I don’t have that class until Tuesday.”
“You cannot leave it ‘till the last minute, (Y/n). I say this with all the love in the world, you’d bomb it if you tried to do it the class before.” Irma leans her elbow on the table, resting her chin on her fist. I groan, pouting as I plant my head on the wood of the table. Irma pats my head in a teasing sympathetic way.
“There there,” She teasingly coos, a bright grin on her face. “Maybe you can just look up the answers again. I know you did it on your social studies homework.”
“It is not my fault they got every single question off of the flashcard website.” I say in my defense, bringing up my arms and crossing them. Our conversation gets halted by the calling of our number, Irma and I both moving to stand to get our food. We retrieve the food from the counter, thanking the cashier once more before returning to our seats.
“Well,” Irma starts, dropping her straw into her milkshake and taking a long sip. “You can always copy mine if needed. As long as I get your notes for english.”
I grin at Irma’s words. She was always much smarter than me, her only real trouble being in english. I was forever grateful she was never stingy with her notes. I reach into my pocket to grab my phone, frowning slightly when I don’t feel it. I sit up, patting my pockets repeatedly before groaning in defeat.
“What’s wrong?” Irma asks, eating her fries as she does so. She eyes me carefully, my pouting face amusing her.
“I left my phone at home,” I mutter, huffing. I shove a fry in my face, trying to eat away my sadness. “I was supposed to get a call from my parents today. Now I’ll miss it.”
Irma hums in understanding, straightening her back. “Well, you can always call them later, can’t you?”
I shake my head, picking at my cuticles as I continue to eat my food. “Nope. They’re at some luxury island resort their work stuck them at, so they don’t keep their phones on them. Or, that’s what they said.”
Irma nods, sighing. We both continue to eat our food in silence, neither of us great at conversation. I had known Irma so long we barely needed to talk. We just enjoyed each other's company, completely content to sit next to each other and just live.
“Oh my gosh.”
Irma’s voice breaks me out of my thoughts as I look up to see what she was referencing. Irma was staring outside, watching something in the distance. I look out to see what held her attention, a shiver going down my spine as I see the shadows.
Two figures covered in shadows were running across rooftops, too far away and concealed to make them out. I instantly freeze, the shadows seeming familiar. Despite the distance, I could see the way they moved, the way they jumped. It was fluid, natural. The parkour they were doing was incredibly impressive.
As I watch the shadowy figures move across the rooftops, I spot an African American girl in the crowd, her hair up in two buns. Her bright yellow dress with the green jacket on top caught my eyes, but her gaze on the figures took my attention. She was glancing between the figures and her phone, her fingers flying across the screen. I shrug it off, continuing to move down the sidewalk. Just another New Yorker, probably posting on her socials about the crazy people jumping from building to building. None of my business.
“Well, that’s cool. Wonder how they learned.” Irma says, admiring the jumping strangers. I nod dumbly, both in awe and slightly scared. I couldn’t get the feeling that they were familiar to go away. Irma and I finish out food, quietly discussing the athletics of the figures. We leave the restaurant, heading back to our apartments. Avoiding the crowds, Irma leads the way. I try to ignore the pit in my stomach. I felt eyes on me, my hair standing on end. I glance around, the shadows from before gone. I sigh. Hopefully Irma wasn’t planning on a detour, I was done being out in the open. I didn’t feel safe, no matter how irrational the feeling was. Everywhere we went felt like I was in danger, as if something bad were to happen at any moment. We walked home, the eyes on my back watching in glee.
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Hey Venus! Can I ask for a birthday something another (headcanons, blurb, whatever you want) with how Hawk would celebrate his gf's birthday? 😏😏😈😈 something smutty would he preferred 🤭
- gemini sensei, who will be one year wiser in two days 🎉
Birthday Smut Ahead✨ Extra happy birthday to @gemini-sensei!! I hope you enjoy this!!✨🎂✨
Hawk already had everything planned out for this girlfriends birthday. From the minute she woke up to the minute they would get home that night. Everything was planned out to the very minute. He made sure of it.
That morning he woke her up cuddles and kisses. Smothering her in early morning love and affection. Tickling her awake with soft kisses to her naked neck and along her cheeks. Over the collar and down her chest. Making sure she's slowly starting to wake before he kisses down her soft tits and belly and down even further. He was till she is half awake to slip off her night shorts and underwear.
Smirking the whole time while spreading her lower lips open.
He's slow to actually start working her over, taking the time to spread get fat folds. Breathing softly against her flesh and watching her squirm around under his gaze. Her clit twitches and her hole winks at him. Chewing at his lip he goes in and licks a fat wet stripe up her pussy. Flat tongue gliding over the soft skin. His tongue circles her clit before clicking it a few times making her whole body jerk up into him.
Starting to suck her fat clit he let his fingers circling her now drooling pussy. Fingers brush over the sensitive hole before pushing in. Her tight walls squeeze around him. She moans out as he starts to move inside her and sucks harder. His fingers thrust in and out of her making a sweet wet noise.
The noise only grows louder as eats away at her. Lips making while licking up the sweet juices.
It instant long before her thighs clamp around his head. Her eyes roll and her head flings back as she cums all over his face. Hawk’s moans vibrate against her fat cunt as she paints his face with her cum. He withdrew his fingers and moves to drink up her pussy juice. Scooping it up in a big mouth full and gulping it down. It's sweet with a little tang that makes his head fuzzy. Or it might be the way her thighs squeeze at his head.
The rest of the morning is spent with Hawk between her legs getting as many orgasms out of her as he can.
The day is spent going out and doing whatever Reader wants to do. But of course, it's still a couples day out for the two love birds.
After hours of being outside doing fun birthday activities, they return home. Hawk ends up talking Reader into going out to eat. She gets all done up and they go out to one of the nicest restaurants in the whole valley.
Hawk definitely pulled in some favors to get a reservation. They celebrate her birthday at the restaurant with lots of lush food, along with a lot of kissing and laughing.
Hawk holding one of her hands the whole time they are out. He brings out a small hand box saying it was a present he got just for her.
She opens it to find a beautiful necklace, it wasn't anything too flashy. It had a simple charm with Hawk’s birthstone along with “Eli” written in cursive. He pulls at his own neck a little bringing out a similar necklace, but with a small pearl with “Reader” written in cursive as well.
“It's so we have a little bit of each other even when we are apart. I know it's sappy but...”
“I love it Eli, thank you so much. It's a thoughtful gift.”
When they get home for dinner Reader thinks that the end of the night. She had a wonderful birthday with her amazing boyfriend. She's completely satisfied with how everything went, feeling is much love from her man.
She starts taking off her clothes and starts to get herself ready to turn in for the night. That is until Hawk stops her mid-way as she's about to pull off her bra and panties. She cocks her head as he ushers her over to the bed and makes her sit down. He goes into the bathroom and comes back out with a big present bag. He grins and hands it to her.
“I thought you might like it. It's not something I would usually get- but I had a feeling you would enjoy it more than I would.”
Reader reaches into the bag and slowly pulls out a long box. Her cheeks get warm as she opens the box to find a fancy-looking vibrator. It's nothing like any of the other toys she has and shears with Hawk.
Suddenly she was naked with legs drawn up to her head. Her eyes wide as her naked boyfriend shoves the new toy into her spasming cunt. She can't help the long moans and sequels she lets out. He's relentless as he shoves the vibrating toy right into her g-spot over and over again. Her eyes cross as she clenches around it.
Hawk is busy pounding her fat cunt and playing with her clit. He spits down on it as he swirls his thumb over the hard bud. He smirks at her as she shivers and claws at the sheets below. Her nails dug into the delicate fabric and dared to rip it to shreds.
She can't even remember when she cums. Eyes rolled back and her whole body spasmed. She can't even tell she's squirting around the toy, forcing it out of her pussy.
Hawk can't even keep it in her so he pushes it into her engorged clit. She sprays him with her hot fluid making him groan as it spills down his belly. He only fully removes and turns the toy off once she starts to pull away from its intense vibrations.
He throws it to the side to clean later, deciding to go snuggle with his now-exhausted girlfriend.
She is practically limp in his arms as she breaths heavily, trying to catch her breath. Her eyes are heavy and half-lidded as looks at him. She whimpers as he kisses her. Her poor pussy throbbing as they quietly kiss. They only pull away as Reader can hardly hold her head up anymore.
“Best birthday ever...” she says against his lips.
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more vidow SDV baby owo
Vio felt heavy and warm. He was so comfortable right now. There was something so satisfying about a good sleep after working hard and a nice hot bath. His mind was still groggy, in that calm state before you remember you have shit to do.
He peeked his eyes open. The room was still pitch dark, well before his usual wake up time. Vio snuck out for a very quick bathroom relief before snuggling back into the soft comforter.
He may have over exaggerated his cabin’s heating ability. Vio shut his eyes again, before he started listing more to-dos like investing in better central heat, or firewood.
Vio turned over and froze, startled. He had forgotten his house guest. Good thing he was quiet to get up earlier. Watching him sleep felt invasive.
Shadow's pretty face was smoothed out in dream bliss. His hair looked amazingly soft, and as he looked closer he noticed just how sharp some of his teeth looked. Vio wondered if he was part monster or something else. He fell asleep again like that, facing and admiring his new housemate.
Hours later it was his stomach that woke him up. Vio grumbled and curled into himself deeper. This time sunlight peeked in through the curtains. He sighed and hid in the blankets, knowing it was fruitless. He had fully intended to stock up on a few supplies in town last night. Or at least some eggs and bread from Red. Maybe some juice. What he wouldn’t give for a really good orange juice right now. He frowned, maybe he needed to eat better.
He definitely needed to restock his food. He had pretty much nothing. He turned over to find the bedside empty. Vio felt a bit disappointed until he heard some dishes clatter and sizzling.
He sat up and rubbed his eye. “Hmmuh?” Totally in just a pair of boxes, he made his way to the little kitchen. There he is! Shadow was humming something. In a black long sleeve tunic and some sweatpants. He was frying something on the stove, and on the counter was a loaf of bread that smelled amazing.
“Good morning,”
“Oh, hey!” Shadow turned to him with a warm smile. “Mornin,” He swooshed the pan with ease, flipping what looked like an omelet over. There were two empty plates sitting out with toast. Shadow cut the egg in half and slid it onto the plates. “I made breakfast as a thanks for putting up with me.”
“Oh wow. That smells good, where did you even get the stuff…?” Vio happily accepts the food.
“I had a few things, and bothered Red.” Shadow joins him at the table, sitting close next to him. “You must’ve been real tired to sleep this long.” he teased.
“Pathing and planting take a lot more than you’d think.” Vio defended between bites.
Shadow looked him over. “I can imagine. That kind of work takes a different kinda strength.”
He had no abs by any stretch of the imagination, but he certainly wasn’t out of shape either. Shadow’s gaze lingered a little too long.
“So what’s today’s plan?” He might even get to see him in action.
“Watering everything,” He thinks, “ I need more wood, for the fireplace storage, and some stock to make as planks to repair the coop. This place came with one, but the seasons haven’t been kind to it.”
He was so grateful any pets or animals from the farm had long been adopted out to their rancher, Malon, down south of town.
“Ooooh axe work, huh? I can help with that,” he flexed. He loved being a show off, almost as much as the color it made his new friend turn.
“I would really appreciate that,” Vio cleaned up their dishes.
“I’ll meetcha out there, dear.” Shadow gave him another once over, lingering on his bare thighs. With a satisfied smirk he grabbed a small pack over his shoulder and headed out.
Vio flustered and ran to the bedroom. He had been so sleepy earlier it hadn’t even crossed his mind. He grabbed a shirt and shorts and pinned his braid up. After grabbing a few waters, he joined Shadow. He saw him near the edge of the farm looking at a fence that had been worn off.
Vio approached with a questioning noise.
“Hm? Do you get monsters at night? There’s claw damage on your fence. Looks like a plant zombie maybe,” He ran his hands across the wood. “I’ll work up some traps and defenses for you this week,"
“Only after sundown,” he dismissed. “I have a bow so they aren’t much of a bother yet.”
“They will be, infestations always grow.” Shadow stood back upright. “Well, that’s a future us problem, huh? Let’s go chop some trees!”
It started off strong, and as time passed they shared their talents and knowledge. By the end of summer the farm almost doubled. The trees and brush cleared off, fences repaired and trapped, and coop rebuilt and painted. The clucking of cuccos always made sure there was never silence on the farm. As did Shadow’s penchant for humming or singing while at work.
Vio looked over at the watered plots and scarecrows. Even with the chickens it felt too quiet and sad. Shadow was mining today for some supplies. They needed some copper and iron and magic gemstones for projects
He looked back to the beebox he was finishing up. It would line the side of the plots they kept the flowers. He wasn’t entirely sure how it worked, but overnight bees would move in.
He nodded to himself and stood up, brushing the dirt off his knees. Shadow whistled at him as he straightened.
“Good work! Your woodwork always looks so clean!” unlike Shadow, who has both dirth and blood smeared across his hands and face.
“How do you even function?” He chastised playfully. “That isn’t your blood is it?”
“Haha only a little.” He rubbed it off his nose. It made it worse. Ever since helping outside, more freckles had appeared. Covered by bits of adventure, Shadow grinned at him. “Obvious dibs on the bath.”
He had no idea what came over him, but without permission from his brain, “Want a hand?” came pouring out. “Uh- for uh- because it’s long and knotted- ya know?” he over-explained at the devious smirk from how off that sounded.
“That’s sweet of you, I’ll take an extra hand detangling this mess. Best treatment It’ll have gotten in years.” He gives pity on the poor boy. “I'll leave ulin the conditioner for you too,” Shadow stripped his bag onto the porch and gave a mock salute to start the water heater.
Vio buried his face in his hands. Why did he say that!? He swore at himself, packing up and going in himself. The bathroom was shut, the smell of fresh soap wafting out. At least Shadow had understood his intention, as not an attempt for inappropriate conduct. He half wished that he had taken it that way. He sort of did.
He washed up his hands and prepared some iced drinks. That sounded great after today. He ended up putzing round with cleaning. He settles on putting up his braid and staring unreading at his book. Every little sound from the bathroom made his perked ears twitch. He wasn’t sure what he was listening for.
Eventually his roomate came out, satisfied, clean, and toweled. The warm waft of fresh soap and coconut oil flooded the room. Somehow his skin looks incredibly soft, everywhere but his hands.
Shadow slipped on some casual pants while Vio pretended to be distracted. He peeked over the book top. Huh. Freckles there too.
Shadow sat between his legs, on the floor in front of the couch.
“O-oh. H-how was your bath?” He put the book down, grabbing the combs and brushes he had to the side. Why was he nervous? It was hair, for fuck’s sake.
“Very nice,” he purred. “Haven’t taken this many baths close together in so long.” Shadow melts as Vio starts running his nails down his scalp. gathering the mass of thick purple curls in his direction.
“Mm. How were the mines?” Vio supplied him with the opportunity to fill the space while his awkward shaky hands worked. Slowly he untangled the knots and brushed out his thick locks. There was an unbelievable amount of hair for only being past his shoulders. Shadow’s whole body seemed to just melt as he worked, babbling freely about minerals and gems and monsters. They got into a rhythm and the rest of the cabin seemed to just disappear between the two of them. Vio even opened up about farming and what crops he was planting this season.
He continued brushing and running his hands through even well after he was done. Vio kept the soft back and forth and started putting a little braid in his hair, mostly his bangs. He brought it back across the top of his ears and into the back.
“This should help keep your bangs out of your eyes when you’re fighting.” he hummed. “Wouldn’t wanna mark you up if you don’t have to.”
“Aw I don’t usually mind. Makes me look tough,” Shadow grins and tilts his head back to make eye contact, the back resting in Vio’s lap. He did have a few tiny scars on his face, and some on his arms and a few on his exposed chest.
“Still…” Vio traced them gently with the pads of his fingers. “I don’t like the thought of you getting hurt badly,”
Shadow’s skin raised in goosebumps. He kept eye contact for a minute before Vio suddenly flushed and took his hands away realizing what he was doing.
“Sorry! Didn’t mean to be uh- so handsy.” He stood up and stepped over Shadow, basically running to the kitchen to start more tea. It was too late in the day for another coffee.
“Oh Don’t be sorry, darlin. “ He watched as he went. “You can be handsy with me anytime,” His eyes narrowed with a devious smirk. Vio kept his gaze away, though now the tips of his ears were visibly red. He felt Shadow’s stare on his back. He gave in and turned to look, finding Shadow with one knee raised up, draping his arm over it and leaning on the couch. He was actively flexing trying to look hot. It succeeded.
“It is illegal to look like that, stop it.” Vio chastised, bashful. He threw Shadow’s undershirt at him from the back of a chair. Shadow laughed and covered up for his sake. As big of a flirt he was, he was honestly pretty inexperienced and when it came down to it would shy away. More talk than action.
“You wanna come with next time? You’ve got good arm strength, and I got extra swords. Plus that bow of yours, that aim is untouchable!” He offers as Vio sat back on the couch. Shadow sat properly on the seat next to him.
“I dunno…”
“Come ooonnnn,” he whined “You’ll do great! We’ll kick ass,”
“Alright. But only on a rainy day so I don’t have to worry about my crops.” Vio relents.
“Yes!!” Shadow cheered and began planning a trip in the higher levels of the local mine with him. Nothing could go wrong with Vio there!
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Dissociation and Memory Loss
I’m a little wiped out today, so I don’t have a ton, but here’s what I do have! I’ll start with some grounding tools and techniques for dissociation my therapist shared with me.
A grounding box: Put different things in here that stimulate your senses. This includes things that are visually appealing, things that have strong scents (I’ve found smell to be one of the easiest ways to ground for myself), things with different textures, things that make certain noises, etc.
Setting up a calm place you can go to in your mind when you’re stressed or triggered can help with grounding. It involves taking a memory of a place and time where you felt safe and calm and going through your senses in that memory to help remind yourself of that feeling. You also set up a word connected to the memory and reinforce that connection to help you get there more easily.
Use an anchor item. This can be rings, a bracelet, a key chain, or fidget toys that can help you be more present in the moment.
Rub ice on your left collarbone.
Use a heating pad or warm item on tense areas like your stomach, shoulders, chest, or feet.
Salt on your tongue, sour candy, lemon or lime juice, mint candy, breath strips (for the intense mint), and (peppermint) five gum can all help you with grounding by stimulating your sense of taste and bringing you to focus on that as you come back from dissociation.
Cold showers or splashing cold water on your face can sometimes help with grounding.
Tip: Look for yawning as an indicator you are becoming more grounded.
While we do what we can to lower dissociation from day to day, amnesia can still be a problem. Here are some tips for identifying/dealing with amnesia from DID/OSDD.
First I wanna share a tip for my fellow systems with ADHD out there. I’ve now had two therapists let me know a good way of identifying whether memory loss is due to ADHD or dissociation. With memory loss in ADHD, if someone reminds you of something, you’re likely to remember it once they tell you, but with dissociative memory loss, you may not actually recall the memory even after someone tells you about it.
There are different types of inter-identity amnesia you can experience with DID. What we often call blackouts are more well-known, where it seems like a whole chunk of your day/week is just fully missing. You don’t know much about the time you lost. With what we often call greyouts, the memory is more like knowing what happened than visually remembering, in the way that it’s more like someone gave you a summary of what happened while you were out. In some cases, you may initially remember everything that happened after a switch, but those memories fade soon after.
Some of what helps me identify which alters were present during certain memories is going through the memory and seeing if it seems like it’s in first person or third person to me. Most people have memories in first person, and if I as an alter was fronting (and not just co-con or remembering shared memories with other alters), I may see the memory from a first-person point of view, while if it belongs to someone else, it’ll seem more in third person.
Have a (private) place to keep important basic info about yourself if you need it/can’t remember. If you have a journal, you can dedicate a couple pages to this.
Setting reminders/alarms to go off when something needs to be done (and making sure I write what I’m reminding myself about) is really helpful in trying to be less forgetful.
Something that’s been helping me out a lot lately is having a small whiteboard on the wall by my bed. It’s got different daily tasks (including a lot of self-care like drinking water, taking meds, brushing my teeth) and check boxes next to each task. I’ve found this easier than bullet journaling personally, because I’ll often forget I even have a bullet journal. When this is on my wall, I can’t miss it. It’s also satisfying to check off boxes as I complete things, and if I get everything done I need to, I give myself a gold star sticker, and I give myself a silver star sticker if I got everything but one thing done, so I don’t just give up if I miss something during the day.
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08 || gummy bears by the handful
series ; in love with love (with you)
description ; you’re a romantic. jungkook? jungkook is not.
chapter 08 ; gummy bears by the handful
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word count ; 2.2k
tags ; small descendants of the sun spoilers but that drama is pretty old so idk, yes jungkook’s explanation during the Thing is solely for plot just pretend it makes sense, pls go to main masterlist for more / general tags
jungkook is confused.
not that he’s complaining, but you’ve spent the majority of the past three days at his apartment, happily hogging his video game consoles as you play on your saved files of his games. he’s had “at this point you should just sleep over” on the tip of his tongue for the past few hours but he catches himself every time because he’s terrified it’ll make you run in the opposite direction, and he rather likes the picture of you curled up on the floor against his couch.
(he’s never really learned why you prefer sitting on the floor instead of on the couch, but it’s your habit, one he’s accidentally picked up on too, and besides, he’s content to let it happen so long as you’re comfortable and he gets to see you.)
what he really doesn’t get (again, not complaining) is that you seem happy. genuinely happy. in spite of the upcoming gala - where you’ll have no choice but to bump into yoongi and his girlfriend - you don’t seem fazed. you just barge into jungkook’s apartment every day and make cute, pleased noises every time you’re satisfied with the new design layout you’ve built in animal crossing.
jungkook has been there for you for every one of your heartbreaks. so he knows exactly what you look like when it happens - he’s seen it too many times. the heartbroken version of you watches endless dramas for weeks on end, sniffling when captain yoo shijin has to bail on doctor kang moyeon at the movies, then bawling when he gets shot. the heartbroken version of you requires a costco trip’s worth of tissue boxes and an unhealthy amount of gummy bears. the heartbroken version of you rips the head off the gummy bears, declaring it to be your ex, then breaks down into tears while trying to put the head back on.
(jungkook always looks back on those moments with fond laughter, but at the time it’s significantly more tragic than it sounds like. or maybe jungkook just doesn’t know how to react to the sound of you crying.)
to say the least - the heartbroken version of you is definitely not the one sitting on his living room floor right now, though jungkook supposes you are still eating gummy bears by the handful.
it’s just odd. you were crying on his shoulder not that long ago about yoongi and here you are, beaming up at him every so often with a smile so pretty it makes his heart go thump in his chest. jungkook reads you like an open book by now and he’s not seeing any of the signs of a you who was hurt because yoongi doesn’t want you.
instead, the two of you continue bickering over unimportant things - a good ten minutes alone goes to an intense debate where you declare apple juice superior to orange juice (you’re wrong, orange juice is a classic and nutritious, never mind the bottle he has stored in his fridge just for you that you use against him in your argument).
jungkook just feels like he’s reading into things too much. it’s really hard not to when you look so unbearably adorable drowning in his sweatpants and t-shirt because you always come over in day clothes and he can’t help but toss you more comfortable attire and - god, how did he completely miss the way he is so head over heels for you for so many years?
“did you buy your secret santa gift?” your voice startles jungkook back into action, swiftly turning back to the stove and making sure nothing has burned. he’s cooking dinner for the two of you - it’s thursday - and the smell has you wandering into the kitchen, leaving your game behind.
jungkook glances at you. you’re taking a seat at his counter, propping your chin on both hands, your fingers curled inwards towards your palms. he hums his acknowledgement. “got it last week.”
every year, your group of friends does a secret santa - just you and your friends, not including hoseok and his friends. jisoo arranges it most years, the lot of you drawing names via an online secret santa site, so no one knows who has who.
this year, secret santa is at jungkook’s place. you rotate locations, too - last year it was taehyung’s, the year before that, jisoo’s parents’ place.
the gift exchange will happen over the weekend, the day right after christmas, which is coming up soon. you got jimin’s gift ages ago, a collection of comic books he’d mentioned wanting to read, in pristine condition. it was currently wrapped neatly (with a bow on top!) hidden in your bedside drawer.
“are you excited?” he asks, and your eyes light up immediately, enough of a response for him even before you launch into your mile-a-minute ramble about how much you’re looking forward to it. it takes so little to excite you, and jungkook can’t help the way his eyes crinkle in the corners, affectionately watching you.
he can’t wait for this weekend either, the gift tucked hidden away in his bedroom closet waiting for its rightful owner to open it.
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“what the fuck is that?”
taehyung points to the obnoxiously large box standing next to jungkook’s christmas tree as soon as he’s through the door. jimin peeks over his shoulder curiously.
jungkook grins. “it’s the gift i bought, of course.”
taehyung sets his gift down on the ground, then moves to lift jungkook’s box, making a surprised noise. “it’s pretty light,” he peeks at jungkook with hopeful eyes. “is it mine?”
jungkook rolls his eyes. “the name is on the box, tae.”
taehyung sets the box back down, searching for the label. “dammit,” he pouts. “y/n’s.”
secret santa is less of a game and more of just a way to not break the bank account by buying four different gifts for each of your friends and instead exchanging one gift per person. whoever arrives earliest always knows who the host is giving the gift to, not to mention the gift wrapping usually gives it away immediately as it is - jisoo’s gifts are wrapped immaculately; taehyung’s looks like a child went wild with scotch tape. it’s not hard to narrow down the choices after that.
when you and jisoo arrive, jisoo scurries about to give everyone hugs while you set your and her gifts down by the tree. jimin wanders over to give you a hug too, and jungkook’s never been much of a hugger, but he’s starting to wish he was.
eventually you all settle into jungkook’s living room, snacks and drinks scattered across surfaces. you’re staring with wide eyes at the four foot tall box before you. you could probably fit in this box, you think.
secret santa always starts with you. you’re the baby of the group - not only the youngest but also the one who gets the most easily excited, no matter what your gift is.
you purse your lips, scanning the box like you’re trying to find the best way to open it. normal people tear open wrapping paper without regard, but you never have - jungkook fought with you about it every year for three years straight before he finally gave up. “it’s just more satisfying when you rip it apart,” he’d argued. “that’s literally the point of it.”
you don’t care. at some point your gift unwrapping habits started to become partially just to spite him.
carefully, you tug at the scotch tape. since taehyung and jimin beat you to jungkook’s apartment, you don’t know which one of the boys got you this massive box. but when the wrapping comes apart and you pry open the flaps, you know immediately.
your reaction is so instant jungkook has to physically bite down on his lip to keep from cackling outright. you let out a low growl, because the absolute shit-eating grin on jungkook’s face confirms it for you. “jeon jungkook,” you grit. “i’m gonna kill you.” the threat is empty and he knows it.
the rest peer curiously at the inside of the box to see what has your irritation levels spiking. taehyung sputters out a laugh and jimin snorts. because inside the four foot, impressively (for jungkook) wrapped box is -
another fucking box.
your jaw ticks. of course he did. of course he did. you don’t even want to think about how many fucking boxes he russian dolled into it. taehyung is still laughing, wheezing harder because you have to practically climb into the box to take the second box out, you glaring at jungkook as you go through box after box after box. jungkook’s entire living room is consumed with boxes by the time your patience is just about to run out, but before you can start launching cardboard at him, you realize you’ve reached the last one.
it’s obvious, because it’s the only one that’s wrapped in glittery, silver wrapping paper - different from all the rest. your thumb slides under the tape, gently pulling apart the wrapping.
it’s a small, black, velvet box. you pause. jungkook holds his breath.
when you snap the case open, your lips part in a gasp. you’re sitting on the ground, boxes and wrapping paper strewn about you and the boys and jisoo, who sits beside you, gasping with you at the sight of the silver, heart-shaped locket sitting nestled amongst white satin.
you forget, for a minute, all your annoyance with jungkook and his christmas prank. you’re tugging the necklace from the box while jungkook waits with bated breath, watching you flip open the latch to find a picture of your family on one side, and all your friends on the other side.
your silence makes jungkook nervous. he was pretty confident when he picked it, but now he’s not so sure. what if you don’t like it? sure, the pictures are cute - but what if the locket itself is ugly and you’re trying to find the nicest way to tell him without hurting his feelings? you might bicker but you both know that gift is sentimental, and you’re not a cruel person by any means.
then your eyes well up with tears and jungkook is sure he fucked this up ceremoniously - until your smile damn near stops his heart in his chest.
“put it on for me?” you ask, voice soft. your eyes are still glossy but they’re so, so warm, full of the type of affection you so rarely gift to him. he nods, scrambling over, hand brushing over the nape of your neck as he pushes your hair to the side.
as he’s clasping the necklace into place, he murmurs, “i don’t suppose this makes up for ditching you that time?”
he feels your body freeze as his fingers release the chain, the pendant resting between your collarbones. your fingers reach up to fiddle with it.
thursday. the thursday he didn’t spend with you.
you shift to look at him, pretty round eyes staring questioningly back at him. he scratches the back of his ear, suddenly shy.
“i meant to tell you on wednesday that i couldn’t come, ‘cause i had to go pick this up and work out all the details for the picture and everything ‘cause it’s custom and - ” he stumbles over himself trying to explain. “anyway i - “ he bites his lip. “i.. got distracted.”
his voice comes out slightly breathless and you both turn red at the same time. the rest of your friends are confused but you’re both too busy recalling the same exact memory of your faces just a little too close together, jungkook’s sparkling eyes and your rosy cheeks and everything that neither of you were willing to admit to.
well, at least, at the time.
your heart stutters in your chest. it takes you by surprise, but it’s hard to think straight when jungkook’s so close to you, earnest eyes meeting yours, hoping you’ll forgive him for missing one stupid, unofficial thursday dinner tradition.
it certainly feels stupid now. feels impressively dumb for being upset in the first place that he missed one night out of so many, when he’s spent almost all his other nights and days and weekends with you, making you laugh and fight and giggle and glare, and do all the things that make you and him, you and him.
turns out, there’s no you without jungkook, and no jungkook without you. jungkook has made it his life’s mission to drive you up a wall since the day he befriended you in the ninth grade, but now you don’t really know if you can imagine a life where he isn’t there to bother you and take care of you and give you all of his attention, in whatever form it comes in.
your breath catches at the realization. realizing he was handsome was one thing; realizing that you want his handsome, annoying self with you all the time is something else altogether.
it occurs to you that you haven’t answered him - just staring at him with wondrous eyes, and you jerk back to the present, blinking rapidly. “i - yes,” you mumble, not entirely sure what you’re saying. you draw your lower lip into your mouth and jungkook’s eyes can’t help but follow. “thank you for the gift, jungkook.”
his eyes snap up to yours. he smiles. “merry christmas.”
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.
.
“hey,” taehyung complains. “wasn’t there supposed to be a thirty dollar budget on this?”
jisoo elbows him in the side hard enough for him to choke and shut up. she smiles.
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Main post: rules & prompts
I’m so incredibly thankful for each and every one of you. I see every follow, like, reblog, & comment, and I’m so happy to recognize so many of you now. Since I started this blog, your requests have been so amazing.
To commemorate 350 followers, I decided to start my own prompt event! This is the main post (I’ll pin it to my page!) with the prompts. To enter your request, follow the rules below and create your string of emojis (prompts!) in my ask box!
Rules
Please only request NSFW prompts if you’re 18+ (obviously I have no way of checking this with anon requests, but please respect this request nonetheless)
Anon submissions are allowed
One request at a time (one strand of emojis per submission)
Limit of two characters per request
Multiple kinks allowed (within reason)
find the rest of my usual rules (here)
Request submission cutoff is November 10th 2022
Please note: I will accept any variation of these prompts, but I reserve the right to select which ones I write. If I don’t pick yours for whatever reason, please know it isn’t personal! I will try my best to do as many as I can.
I will be accepting prompts until November 10th 2022, but the actual writing will continue until I have finished all of the prompts I choose to accept. So even if your prompt isn’t written before the deadline, it may still be completed afterward!
How to submit your request
In my ask box, create your string of emojis that correspond with the prompt elements. You can either type the emojis themselves or physically write out what the emojis are.
Example:
(🚬 + 🔞 + 🟢 + 🍌 + 🔪)
Or
(Tree + green check + blue circle + corn)
Request Details
Character
Kakashi - 🥷 (ninja)
Shikamaru - 🚬 (cigarette)
Kiba - 🐕 (dog)
Naruto - 🍥 (naruto)
Iruka - 🎂 (cake)
Yamato/Tenzo - 🌳 (tree)
Sasuke - 🐍 (snake)
Rock lee - 😘 (kiss)
Sai - 🎨 (paint)
(Sorry if you don’t see the character you want here, these are the ones I feel comfortable writing!)
Rating
SFW - ✅ (green check)
NSFW - 🔞 (over 18)
Reader’s gender
Female - 🔴 (red circle)
Male - 🔵 (blue circle)
Neutral - 🟢 (green circle)
Prompts
“It’s a good thing I was here to save your ass.” - 🍎 (apple)
“I’d like to see you try.” - 🍌(banana)
“You should’ve just said so.” - 🍇 (grape)
“Make me.” - 🥭(mango)
“Please don’t go.” - 🍍(pineapple)
“I’ve got nowhere else to be.” - 🥝 (kiwi)
“If you don’t kiss me soon, I’ll probably die.” - 🥒 (cucumber)
“I’m not leaving.” - 🫐 (blueberry)
“Aw, it hurts? Too bad. You’re gonna keep taking it until I’m satisfied.” - 🥦 (broccoli)
“Come. Sit.” - 🫑 (green pepper)
“Did I give you permission to do that?” - 🥕(carrot)
“Good girl/boy—that’s a good fucking girl/boy.” - 🧀 (cheese)
“Open up.” - 🥓 (bacon)
“What pretty noises you’re making for me...am I making you feel good?” - 🧈 (butter)
“You look so pretty like this.” - 🍐 (pear)
“You heard me. I told you to take off your clothes.” - 🍒 (cherry)
“You. You are the one I love.” - 🌽 (corn)
“I’m not even sweating yet.” - 🍅 (tomato)
“Come and get it.” - 🥨 (pretzel)
“Ah, my friend looks like he’s about to kill you. You better leave.” - 🥩 (steak)
“I trust you.” - 🍟 (fries)
“I’ve been worried sick! Where the hell were you?” - 🥗 (salad)
“I’m here for you.” - 🍗 (chicken leg)
“Kiss me.” - 🥥 (coconut)
“I almost lost you.” - 🍞 (bread)
“I’ve seen the way you look at me when you think I don’t notice.” - 🍑 (peach)
“Keep looking at me like that and we won’t make it to bed.” - 🍤 (shrimp)
“You heard me—take. It. Off.” - 🍣 (sushi)
“I fucking hate you.” - 🍪 (cookie)
“Let me do this, please.” - 🍵 (tea)
“You need some sleep.” - 🍿(popcorn)
“I’m only here for the dog.” - 🌭 (hotdog)
“Did I stutter?” - 🥧 (pie)
“How long have you been standing there?” - 🍯 (honey)
“Somebody’s in love.” - 🥢 (chopsticks)
“Am I interrupting?” - 🧃(juice box)
“Stop being a prick.” - 🧂(salt)
“I can’t get enough of you.” - 🍬 (candy)
“You’re really good at that.” - 🥪 (sandwich)
“Wanna join?” - 🦴 (bone)
“I want to taste you.” - 🧇 (waffle)
“I’m going to fuck you until you forget that asshole’s name.” - 🫒 (olive)
“Is that a drawing of me?” - 🥚(egg)
“I’ll keep you safe.” - 🥔 (potato)
“Touch yourself for me.” - 🍉 (watermelon)
“Stop distracting me.” - 🍋 (lemon)
Kink (Bonus)
Knife play - 🔪 (knife)
Degradation - ❗️(red exclamation)
Bondage - 👔 (tie)
Denied orgasm - ❌ (red x)
Domination - 🕯(candle)
Switches - 🔦 (flashlight)
Argument leading to kissing/smut - 💋 (lips)
Begging - 🔑 (key)
Blow job/oral - 💦 (drops)
Cock warming - 🍆 (eggplant)
Dry humping - 📞 (phone)
Fingering - 🤞(fingers crossed)
innocence - 🌸 (flower)
Jealous - 😡 (anger)
Mirror - 🪞(mirror)
One bed - 🛏 (bed)
Against a wall - 🕚 (clock)
Praise kink - ☺️ (smile)
Rough - 😵💫 (spiral eyes)
Thigh riding - 🧸 (teddy)
Touch starved - 😔 (sad)
Voyeurism - 🛒 (shopping cart)
Unresolved tension - 😳 (blush)
Thank you so much for being here, I appreciate you immensely. Good luck everyone—I can’t wait to see what you come up with!
All my love,
- Kakashissimp🖤
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I did a few mayternity ficlets while I was away- Criminale is up first!
Old habits die hard.
Wordcount: 440
Crimson ran a finger over the box, taking in the scent of sweet, smoky Wrathian wood. The cigars inside were the real good kind, rich and thick, and the fact that they had come as an attempted bribe from a group his men had splattered on the pavement was even better- the shipping delay had meant that they had arrived after any chance of agreement had been extinguished.
He missed smoking. One couldn’t hurt, could it? Besides, he was the boss, he could do whatever he-
A hand nearly as big as the box itself lifted it out of his reach, and he snarled.
“Fuck off.”
“It’s a risk for the pups, sir.”
“Don’t call me ‘sir’ when you’re telling me what to do,” Crimson said, arms crossed and fingers drumming on his biceps. He could feel his protruding stomach below his forearms, and his tail curled and uncurled irritably around the leg of his chair. “Give it back.”
“I’m putting it in the safe box, you can have it back when they’re out.”
“Let me open it.” His voice simmered, and Alessio hesitated. “I wanted to see them, so I can know if I should go back there and plug extra lead in their heads for trying to stiff me.” He paused for a moment, the crackling of the fire the only noise but for their breathing, and the last words had just a whisper of a whimper running underneath them as something pushed outwards and his nerves felt juiced with the world's shittiest coffee, begging for the nicotine. “It’s been months.”
Alessio set the box back down, thinking for a moment before flipping open the lid. Crimson pulled one out, rolling the comforting weight in his fingers and giving a semi-satisfied hum at the scent of tobacco and a hint of spice, mouth watering. They were definitely the real deal. “Hmm. Well. At least they tried. I’ll enjoy these.” His fingers dug into it for a moment, and he could feel Alessio’s eyes on him before settling the cigar back down and gesturing towards the box, even though his tongue was still sticky with saliva. It got him a near-smile as it was lifted up again.
“Thank you, sir.”
“They had better turn out big and strong considering how much I’m cutting off for this. I’m holding you to that, seeing as they’re your fussy bastards.”
One of Alessio’s hands dropped down to caress over Crimson’s belly above the buttons straining on his suit and nearly covered it in the process, and Crimson had to hold back the urge to purr at the warmth.
“I’m sure they will.”
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a situation that happened to them
While Adam was waiting out the cops to drop the investigation of his first mrdr in town, he went to another state to continue the hunt.
While there, he found a girl to spend the night with, she had shoulder-lenght curly brown hair, Audrey's lips and doe eyes. He decided she looked good enough to get his rocks off. Problem was...
She wasn't reacting how Audrey would. At this point they had only been together once, at that dirty hotel... but he found out as soon as he was balls deep in this random girl, that she wasn't good enough. She moaned too fakely and she did not like it when he got even the tiniest bit rough.
He took deep breaths and tried to focus on Audrey's memory. On how she looked up at him with half-lidded eyes as he choked her. How her hand trailed from his wrist, all the way up his arm and under his chin, leaving the indents of her nails on his jaw before feeling his pulse with her thumb over his carotid vein.
The girl began to wail and moan. Adam grimaced, she sounded too much like the videos one would find online. Staged. Exaggerated. Fake... nothing like his Audrey.
"Shit... did you finish? You got all soft on me..." the girl said in a disgusted tone as she sat up. He opened his eyes, trance broken and brought back to the present.
He pulled out and saw indeed, he had gotten soft. A surprised huff left his lips as he stared down at his limp cock. The girl giggled, adding insult to injury.
"You're so lame, you didn't even finish" she said again. Mockery in her voice and a sardonic smile on her face. Adam felt the cold rage of his hunt spreading on his chest. He carefully pulled off the used condom off his softened cock... not even precum had collected inside, although the outside of it was slimy with her juices. He felt disgusted.
"Hey, no shame on it. You could make it up to me by letting me sit on yo-" Adam didn't like the tone she was using. He didn't even let her finish, hand already on her throat faster than she could even realize.
The girl looked at him in a panic, Arms flailing on the pavement below her, not knowing what to do to stop him. Adam stared down coldly at her as panic settled in her eyes. Her lips turned blue and her tongue stuck out, trying ro get air into her lungs.
Adam looked at her with disgust as she struggled. Huffing when she didn't even think to kick him off, didn't even need the effort to restrain her legs. He brought his free hand to join the one strangling her once he had shoved his cock back into his pants.
The girl began to cry, squawks and dry heaves coming out of her mouth once he applied more force. Her eyes rolled back into her head and Adam knew soon she'd no longer be amongst the living.
Once she stopped making noise and her face had turned purple, he slammed her head hard into the pavement. Her body spasmed before going completely limp. A crack was heard once her skull made contact with the ground, and now as Adam was adjusting his belt, he saw how a small puddle of blood was forming under her head.
Adam stood up breathing deeply, anger and hunt satiated. Once he was calm enough, he looked around the ground for the discarded condom... he wasn't gonna get caught by leaving evidence on such an unworthy prey.
After making sure he wouldn't get identified, he lifted the corpse as if holding a drunk friend, and walked along the alley they had snuck into and went along the street until he found a bridge, the water below leading to the drainage system.
He looked around cautiously before unceremoniously dumping the body over the bridge, making sure it hit the water below. He looked one last time at the girl before walking down the way he came.
His phone vibrated. Audrey was texting him. Guilt brewed on his gut, giving him pause. He had never felt guilty over satisfying his needs. Why was it different with her?
-there's a new package for me today at the po box. I suppose it's yours?
He caught himself smiling as he read her inquiry. The fact that he finally had a face to imagine receiving the gifts he sends made his heart beat with the same strength it did when he felt the call of the hunt.
Yea. You put a comment in your last upload that you lost a measuring cup... thought I'd do something about it-
He replied quickly, never wanting to make her feel like he wasn't there.
-Thoughtful. I appreciate it. Although I stand by the fact that my neighbor took it when she came to give condolences.
Why would she do that, princess?-
-Does she need a reason? She does have dementia though.
Whichever the case, it's not something you should worry about anymore-
-Thank you.
My pleasure-
She left him on read before her green dot disappeared. The interaction had left him standing with his heart in his hand and a smile on his lips. He took a deep breath as his phone went back into his pocket.
He began walking again when he felt uncomfortable with his pants. He looked down to find himself hard again... half hard at least... he stopped to chuckle. Incredulous that a couple of texts from her where enough to stir him once more. He truly had felt as if he heard her voice reading her texts in his eat as he read them.
He decided against another hunt. It would most likely end how the first once went, so there was no point in trying again. He'd get his fill once he went back to his Audrey.
But for now... he'd just go back to his hotel and call it a night. He'd dream of his special toy writhing under him, scratching his arms and back as he pounded into her, squeezing her flesh wherever he could grasp until her skin bruised.
#Drabble#Adam#When she finds out about this#She straps him down and carves paper-thin lines on his thighs until he begs her to stop#She doesn't#Angry and jealous#He can't even defend himself or get mad at her#He loves her jealousy#But never tries again#I'm not the best#Sorry#I wrote this on my phone sorry for mistakes
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Day 9: In Which I Am Largely Satisfied
I...don't really know what to write about yesterday, if I'm honest. I think it was probably the least interesting and blogworthy day of possibly any trip I have undertaken, so please do be aware and pre-warned that this entry may be even less of a zinger than usual.
It began with me waking up at a fairly comfortable 8am after a night of weirdly disjointed sleep, which gave me ample time to deal with the morning's necessities. Owing to getting my exit strategy down to a fine art at this point, I found myself shitted, showered and packed with an incredibly pleasing and uncharacteristically huge glut of free time on my hands before I was due to catch my bus. I had also made sandwiches.
I hoisted my insanely heavy bag back onto my back, wiped down the desk, which I had, over the course of the previous few days absolutely coated with butter in the pursuit of making lunch in lieu of a useable kitchen and set off, walking the same route to the nearby metro station that I had for the previous two days, getting off at the same stop and walking, without incident to a bus station I had already been to.
The bus station is modestly sized and intuitive to navigate, so I found my stance within seconds and waited there for a not-uncomfortable amount of time before being allowed on board the bus to my next destination: Granada.
Taking my seat on the bus was a bit of a faff, I suppose, as I was asked to move from my assigned seat by a couple who wanted to sit together and then from whichever of their assigned seats I was now sat in by another, different couple, who also wanted to sit together, but all of this was done very politely and in good humour, so it is understandably hard to spin any kind of tale out of. I had even managed to nab myself a window seat in the process, so...hurrah.
I did have someone sit next to me in the end – a diminutive French woman, though she spend the first two hours of the three hours jaunt asleep, head lolling backwards and mouth hanging open, while I used the time to catch up with this scintillating blog. For the final hour, she did wake up to take a picture of the bus we were on from what had to be every conceivable angle possible, in order to post a million different stories on instagram with captions reading things like “this girl is on a bus!”, which I know because I was looking over her shoulder - sue me – and yeah that was slightly irritating/borderline deranged, but it wasn't that intrusive and only lasted about fifty minutes before we were deposited in Granada and I would never have to see her again. This isn't foreshadowing for once.
I hadn't eaten lunch on the bus, as I was sitting next to someone and so didn't want to assault them with chewing noises and the faint waft of meat – not that it stopped the French girl from tucking into a box of penne pasta and bin juice, three inches from my face – so when we arrived in the city, I walked to a nearby park, where I sat on a bench and had some lunch, in what is becoming a bit of a tradition on this trip.
Lunch finished and podcast enjoyed, I hopped – again without incident or significant effort – onto the city's easy to navigate metro system and within fifteen minutes, stood outside my hostel for the next few days. This would be the first – and indeed only – time I would be in shared accommodation on this trip. That, at least, should provide some juicy bloggins, I thought.
It, however, did not. This was largely due to this hostel – Broz Hostel, if you find yourself here and without a room – is about the best shared accommodation I have ever lived in. It's spremely comfortable, has private lights, sockets and shelves on every bunk; the beds aren't made of rickety old metal bars that squeak and let all your shit fall off the side in the night; there are thick blackout curtains on every bunk that offer comprehensive protection from both light and the accusing stares of others and most surprisingly of all, all of my dorm-mates are deathly, deathly quiet and respectful and friendly (when they whisper a pleasant greeting to you, for fear of upsetting anyone else in the room). I just cannot generate material, today.
I had a nap not long after I arrived; my sleep from the previous night not having been the best, then set about having, as noted that it would be in the previous entry, a right nice rest day. I spent the majority of it finishing up my Christmas shopping, which satisfies the rare double-whammy criteria of being unpublishable due to both potential spoiler and just not being at all interesting in the slightest. Killing it, today.
With my shopping handled quickly, efficiently and without...too much faff, I jumped out to a nearby supermarket to buy the ingredients for a lovely salmony, lemony pasta without difficulty or embarrassment, then went home to make and eat it in a disappointingly quiet and well stocked hostel kitchen. I burned it – the food, not the kitchen – and it was slightly too salty for my tastes, but it was also the first time I had cooked myself anything proper on this trip, to date, so I award it 10/10. Would – and probably will – make it again, tomorrow.
I sauntered back upstairs to my bunk and worked on presents a little longer, definitely being the loudest person in the room in the process, until about 1am when I found myself too tired to continue and turned into bed. It was exactly then that two drunk girls returned to the room, whispering in that incredibly loud way that drunk people trying to be quiet do, which just exaggerates all their plosives in their speech and is actually, probably, more distracting than just speaking normally. Especially if they just spoke normally outside the room, instead...
“Oh boy” I whispered to myself, rubbing my sleepy little hands together with glee, getting ready to enjoy being absolutely furious for a little bit, “This'll be something I can complain about, at least...”
They stopped whispering forty five seconds later and went to bed, very quietly. The loudest thing in the room now just the noise of me – for some reason – still rubbing my hands together.
I eventually stopped doing that – it was a bit weird, to be honest – and followed the drunk girls' suit, turning in for a night of basically fine and, crucially, very quiet sleep. Tomorrow's entry will be better. Probably.
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I'll Paint You Mornings Of Gold
Pairing: Eddie Munson x Reader
Summary: You’re the most special thing Eddie has in his life, he just wants to make sure you know it.
Word Count: 4k+
Warnings: I’m soft.
The air makes his eyes burn and itch the moment he peels them open, and he does so with a long, low groan. Eddie is never up before the sun; in fact, he’s typically just easing his tired body into bed right around the time that it begins to peek up over the horizon to welcome the day. But today is different. Today is special.
He’s had a fitful night of rest; so worried that he’d accidentally oversleep and ruin the surprise he has planned, but he’s up now and he smiles with excitement and relief. Rolling to his side, he peers down at you with pure adoration in his sleep-swollen eyes. Your face is pressed deep into his pillow, mouth pushed into a cute little pout that he simply can’t resist. He leans in, dropping a whisper of a kiss on your dry lips before pressing another to your temple. As much as he would love to lay here soaking up your warmth and admiring how precious you are while you sleep, he has much to do.
Dressed only in his boxers, Eddie carefully extracts himself from beneath your shared blanket and shivers slightly at the chill in the room. His rings catch on a tangle in his long hair as he scratches lazily at his scalp. He pads barefoot to the tiny kitchen, stretching his long arms over his head before flipping on the overhead light.
The fluorescent light within the fridge is blinding and Eddie squints one eye against the offensive glow as he reaches in for the orange juice. He twists the cap off and tips his head back to chug the sweet juice straight from the carton — the way Uncle Wayne has always told him not to — until he quenches his thirst.
Effectively satisfied, he haphazardly returns the container to its rightful shelf and pulls open a drawer to grab a few eggs, then the carton of milk. He makes sure to check the milk’s expiration date, a habit borne of a late-night lesson he once had to learn the hard way. Dropping the items on the counter next to the stove, he tries to remember the rest of the ingredients he needs, but fails to do so off the top of his head. Instead, he rummages through the messy countertop in search of the small wooden box containing all of the recipes Wayne had inherited from his mother.
Bending at the waist, Eddie leans in close to read the tiny, cursive writing labeling the stack of creased and stained cards. Some of them are so intricately scrawled that he’s positive they aren’t even in English. Eventually, he locates the recipe for his grandma’s famous chocolate cake and he plucks the card out, holding it up to read it better in the low light of the kitchen.
Eddie fumbles about the small space; gathering various ingredients, tools, and bowls as he gets to work. He makes sure to read every instruction and step at least three times because he knows the risk of mistake is high, seeing as he’s never baked anything besides himself. He wants to get this exactly right for you, though.
The kitchen fills up with more and more bowls and dirty utensils as Eddie whips up the cake batter. Admittedly, he makes twice the mess because he keeps tossing mixing spoons and measuring cups into the sink before he realizes that he still needs them for the rest of the recipe. Plus, there’s the bowl he initially started off using, which ended up being way too small if the puddle of spilled chocolate goo from when he tried stirring is anything to go by.
He’s been trying very hard to keep quiet so as not to wake you up, but still manages to drop a large steel bowl and knock his head off of an open cabinet door. Thankfully, he’d left a fan running in his bedroom which seems to have drowned out at least some of the noise, though that doesn’t make him feel much better about his throbbing skull.
By the time Eddie slides the messy pans into the hot oven, his hands are a gluey mess, layers of flour seem to blanket the whole room, and chocolate stains the corners of his wide mouth from when he’d tested his batter. More times than strictly necessary, probably. He reads the cracked clock above the stove and makes a mental note to check on his creation in about 20 minutes.
In the meantime, Eddie sneaks back to his room and gently opens the door to peek in on you. To his relief, he finds you still very much asleep. A small smile curls his lips and nervous excitement churns in his stomach. His growling stomach.
Back to the kitchen he heads, although he’s too tired — or rather, lazy — to make much of an effort for breakfast. The half-open package of chocolate chip cookies will do just fine. He grabs a small stack, shoving two into his mouth and crunching away happily as he creaks the oven door open to check on the cakes. They’ve risen a bit and seem to be cooking nicely — as far as he can tell — which Eddie can’t help being just a little proud of. He closes the door with more force than he intends, shoving yet another dry cookie between his lips.
Brushing crumbs off of his hands, Eddie lights up with an idea. He strides purposefully to the front door and slips out of the trailer. The air outside is crisp and fresh with the unfamiliar scent of early morning and Eddie breathes it in deeply. He plods barefoot down the wooden stairs and steps into the dewy grass before crossing the yard.
At the edge of the property sits a clump of tiny, pink wildflowers that Eddie knows you’ll love. He plucks one little bunch, pinching the delicate blossoms between his fingers as he sniffs their light, perfumed aroma. A chill hangs in the air and the encroaching sunlight makes the yard sparkle as if it’s full of diamonds. Eddie has to admit he kind of enjoys being up this early and he spends a few minutes taking it all in.
Panic rips through Eddie’s body and he stands swiftly, nearly sprinting back to the trailer when he remembers about his cakes still cooking in the oven. He enters the kitchen in a rush, frantically searching for something to put your flowers in. The first thing he spots is Wayne’s empty prescription bottle on the top of the pile of trash in the bin. It’s weird and kind of tacky, but he runs to the sink to add a little water and plops the miniature bouquet into the perfectly-sized yellow cylinder.
One problem handled, Eddie wrenches the oven all the way open. He breathes a sigh of relief when he sees his cakes are perfectly safe and actually look quite good. With the threadbare oven mitts, he carefully removes the pans from the rack, only burning the tip of one finger in the process. The cakes are gently turned out onto a cooling rack — as per Grandma Munson’s instructions — and Eddie admires the soft, perfectly baked rounds.
While he waits for the cakes to cool, he digs in the pantry for the canister of frosting he knows he bought last weekend. He exclaims victoriously when he locates it, peeling back the plastic lid to dip his finger into the sugary glaze then into his mouth for a taste. It’s then that he has a horrible realization.
“Shit,” Eddie hisses, tongue flicking out to lick his sticky lips. “Fucking candles.”
His palm cracks loudly against his forehead when he slaps it and he pushes his bangs up out of his face. He can’t believe he forgot what is arguably the most important part of a birthday cake. There’s got to be something he can do to remedy this.
Eddie spins in a slow circle, eyes scanning the room for a solution. He stops and stares at his uncle’s half-empty pack of Marlboro’s, scratching contemplatively at his chin for a long while. Well, that’s kind of a candle, he thinks to himself before ultimately deciding against that option. He doubts ash and chocolate are your favorite flavor combination and he knows you would never let him live down how white trash it is to use a cigarette as a candle. You deserve better, anyway.
Tabling this issue for later, Eddie presses a wide hand to the bare cakes to determine whether they’re ready to be frosted yet. A small bit of warmth emanates from the spongy surface, but he knows he doesn’t have long before you wake and he wants to make sure he can still surprise you.
He tosses the bottom layer onto a plate, giggling to himself at the way it flops and thuds dully against the ceramic dishware. With a spoon that is much too small for the task, he scoops a blob of frosting onto the first half of the cake. Using the back of the tiny spoon, he spreads it around, cringing when the surface of the cake begins to crumble and peel as he passes the gooey frosting over the top of it. Things seem to be going downhill fast as Eddie frosts with haste before ultimately deciding that he doesn’t have time to be careful and meticulous.
Discarding the dirtied spoon into the sink with a loud clatter, Eddie shoves two long fingers into the container of frosting. It squishes between the digits and he tries not to think too hard about the uncomfortable sensation. With a sharp flick of his wrist, he plops a wad of chocolate down and spreads it messily over every inch of the cake. Working swiftly, he stacks on the second layer of cake, albeit a bit sloppily and lopsided. Digging into the canister again, he smothers the rest of the cake in a thick coating of icing until it looks like something somewhat resembling a decent chocolate cake.
Eddie drags his frosting-coated fingers across his tongue, sucking the sweet confection from his fingers so as not to waste any of it. With a final search of the pantry, he desperately looks for something he can use for candles. Amongst the boxes of rice and instant potatoes, he sees it…the perfect substitution.
He washes his hands quickly and dries them on his boxers before shoving his replacement candles into your cake, then grabs the heavy plate and the little makeshift vase containing the flowers he picked for you earlier.
He can hardly contain himself as he walks down the hallway, pushing his bedroom door open with his foot. The small yellow bottle nearly tips over when he places it down on his dresser, though he catches it before it does. Glancing in your direction, Eddie ensures you’re still asleep as he carefully places the plate of cake near the foot of the bed, being extra careful not to get any chocolate on his blankets as the heat of the cake begins to melt the frosting and allow the top layer to slide and shift.
Perching at the edge of the mattress, Eddie situates himself beside your sleeping form. He leans over you, letting the ends of his hair brush along your arm as he traces a line of kisses across your shoulder and up to your warm cheek. You begin to stir and he kisses you more firmly, his lips skimming the corner of yours as your eyes flutter open.
“Happy birthday, baby,” Eddie whispers through a smile when you turn to kiss him back.
Eddie sits upright when you finally wake and grin tiredly at him. He can’t stay still; hips shifting restlessly and his palms rubbing nervously against his bare thighs. You find his behavior a bit suspicious, even more so when you spot a strange, powdery white substance around his left nostril. Your suspicion is instantly dampened when you also notice what appears to be chocolate smeared across his clean-shaven chin.
“Thanks, Ed,” you respond, your voice still raspy with sleep. “You got some shit on your face.”
You can’t imagine how he could look any more guilty as Eddie scrubs at his mouth with the back of his ringed hand. Though you ask him what it is, he advises you not to be concerned, instead twisting sideways to grab his lighter from the dresser.
“I made ya somethin’,” he chirps giddily as he turns away from you.
The distinct sound of the lighter’s wheel grinding and the flame igniting fills the room and you begin to smell something strange. Eddie’s back muscles bunch and pull taught, though you can’t figure out what he’s doing. You don’t get the chance to ask before Eddie peers over his shoulder at you.
“Okay, close your eyes,” he instructs. “And promise you won’t laugh.”
Unfortunately, Eddie’s request immediately makes you laugh and he’s quick to scold you playfully for it. With a final check to make sure you aren’t looking, Eddie slips one palm under the plate then turns back in your direction and lays his other hand over your eyes just to be certain you can’t see.
“Eddie, what are you doing?” you giggle. “It’s too early for this, just let me see it!”
“Listen, it’s ugly…so you can’t look directly at it okay?” he warns, telling you to open your eyes even though his hand still blocks your vision.
Eventually, Eddie gives you permission to look, but only allows you to do so through the small space he opens between his fingers. Your lashes tickle his hand and he watches your eyes light up when you see what he holds.
“You made me a cake?!” you wonder aloud, not sure why your eyes well with tears.
“‘Course I did, beautiful,” he says, removing his hand from your face. “Now blow these things out and make a wish before we burn my whole room down.”
It’s then that you notice what the cake is decorated with. You can’t believe it at first, but upon closer inspection, the thin yellow objects are undeniable.
“Eddie, is that…is that spaghetti?” you ask in disbelief.
“I forgot to get candles,” he admits sheepishly.
You really laugh then, utterly amused by your boyfriend’s determination to amend his small mishap. It’s things like this that remind you how much you love Eddie and the sheer ridiculousness of him, the soreness in your belly only solidifying how funny he is. Upon his insistence, you do blow out the candles, although you’re not sure what to wish for when you have everything you want right in front of you.
“Thank you for making me a cake,” you remark, your hands pressed against your cheeks as you smile uncontrollably over Eddie’s sweet gesture.
“Sorry it’s not very pretty.”
Eddie begins to pluck the uncooked spaghetti from the cake, laying the burnt bits of pasta along the edge of the cake.
“As long as it tastes good, who cares,” you encourage.
With a mischievous smirk, Eddie digs his fingers into the cake, gouging a chunk out and stuffing it into his mouth. He chews thoughtfully for a moment, beginning to nod slowly as he hums. Licking his lips, he hums even more loudly as if thinking deeply about it.
“Pretty good,” he declares. “Wanna taste?”
You nod in affirmation and reach for the plate, confused when Eddie takes it away from you. He shoves the cake onto his cluttered dresser then crowds your space, his lips puckered expectantly. When you don’t immediately take the hint, he grabs you and pulls you into a deep kiss. His lips are tinged with the rich flavor of the cake and you agree that it tastes delicious when he slips his tongue against yours. Eddie deepens the kiss, shifting his weight to press his pelvis against yours before he pulls away and allows you to take a breath. Your palms glide along the firm planes of his abdomen and you look up at him, eyes burning with both love and lust.
“Is this my gift?” you question, batting your eyes as your fingers journey lower.
Eddie gasps as your inquiry prompts him to hop out of the bed. First, he hands you the little bouquet of pretty flowers in their absurd container, then he yanks open the middle drawer of his dresser, rummaging through the piles of poorly folded clothing in search of something. He produces a small rectangle wrapped in newspaper and sealed tight with a questionable amount of tape.
He offers the compact package to you with a flourish, plopping down next to you and shaking the entire bed in the process. As you turn over the object in your hand, Eddie reaches between the mattress and the boxspring to pull out a large manila envelope that he lays in your lap for you to open next.
You begin to pick away at the tape, looking for a good place to start tearing away the thin paper; however, Eddie has ensconced the entire thing quite thoroughly. He fidgets down by your legs, his fingers now fiddling with his necklace as he drags the pendant back and forth along the chain. The longer it takes you to open your gift, the more worked up Eddie seems to get. Now he’s running the necklace over his mouth and taking it between his lips which he mashes anxiously along the thin piece of jewelry. It’s a quirk you’ve noticed he has when he’s feeling particularly squirrelly.
“What, is this a bomb or something?” you tease, nudging him with your knee. “Why’re you so nervous, kid?”
“Just worried if you’re gonna like it,” he confesses, nodding towards your gifts.
Assuaging his fears, you finally manage to unwrap the first one, inhaling with genuine surprise as the cassette falls into your hand. You recognize Eddie’s somewhat sloppy writing indicating the tracks contained on the tape. It’s a mixture of some of Eddie’s favorite bands — ones that you’ve come to enjoy too, songs you both love, as well as a few songs you’ve never heard of; something Eddie has obviously put a lot of thought into. You cradle the mixtape gently in your hands, running your fingers along the edges as you appreciate the effort Eddie had put into it.
“Some of your favorites and some new stuff I think you’ll like,” Eddie explains, pleased with your joyous smile.
“I’ve always wanted a mixtape. And it’s even more special coming from you,” you assure him with sincerity. “Thank you, Eddie Spaghetti.”
Eddie’s smile falls flat the moment you utter the silly moniker.
“That nickname is not staying,” he warns you with a somber shake of his head. “Definitely not.”
“Hmm. I guess we’ll see about that,” you dismiss as you open the flap of the envelope Eddie had given you earlier.
Reaching inside, you pinch the single piece of paper you find within and carefully slide it out. Your eyes fall to the black and white sketch and you have to reach up to swipe at your cheek so that the tear it elicits does not drip onto the delicate paper and ruin the gorgeous illustration.
“Do you hate it that much?” Eddie jokes unsurely when he spies the trickling tears.
“Oh, Eddie,” you sob, hurling yourself into him to wrap your arms around his neck. “It’s beautiful, you idiot.”
He wraps you up in his arms, pulls you close to his bare chest and kisses your shoulder as you sniffle into his hair — which smells suspiciously like chocolate. His wide palm rubs a soothing circle against your spine while he holds you. As you revel in Eddie’s embrace, you hold up the drawing still in your hand and study the unbelievable artwork. Eddie has drawn an illustration of you both, but as characters from your favorite movie. Him holding a pair of magical orbs while dressed in overly tight gray pants with a spikey, fantastical hairdo and you draped in a sparkly white masquerade gown. A goblin king and his queen.
When you pull away, Eddie stops you before you can settle back into the spot you were sitting in before. His hot palms cradle your face and he stares into your eyes with a breathtakingly deep look of affection. You smile in return, allowing your eyes to shut when he daintily kisses your tear-streaked cheeks then wipes the moisture away with his thumbs.
“We have to frame it,” you announce, as Eddie plucks the drawing from you and puts it safely back in the envelope.
He takes the cassette from you as well, overjoyed when you ask him to listen to it with you, practically bouncing up and down as you do. He’s more than happy to fulfill the request and inserts the tape into his stereo system, turning the volume knob to a reasonable level.
Eddie returns, crawling around you to climb back into bed and wiggle his way beneath the blankets. He situates himself, fluffing the pillows and tucking himself in before lifting the comforter to invite you to join him. You do so with pleasure, snuggling into his side and resting your head just below his chest. His warmth bleeds into the skin of your cheek and you sigh happily. As your fingers draw absent-minded patterns over his torso, you notice a streak of chocolate staining just below Eddie’s left ribs and can’t help the snort of laughter that escapes you.
“Hey, Ed?” you wonder, tilting your head to look up at him.
“Hmm?” he hums lowly, eyes already shut.
“Did you eat cake for breakfast?”
Eddie does not immediately respond, although his eyes flash open quite fast. He stares up at the ceiling for a long moment, his lips pinched shut with guilt as yours strain against the laughter you try to hold back.
“No.”
The response is suspiciously succinct for your normally long-winded and talkative boyfriend. He dares to glance down at you and sees your dubious expression.
“Had cookies,” he admits, his voice a teeny, tiny peep as he smirks sleepily.
You lay back down then, your head rising and falling with each steady breath Eddie takes. His strong fingertips drag with blissful tenderness along your scalp as he lightly plays with your hair and lulls you into a sedated state. As the stereo begins to play a familiar tune, you smile and turn to bury your face into Eddie’s side.
“This is the song that played on our first date,” you murmur reminiscently.
The only response you receive is a guttural moan of agreement from above you. Tilting your head once more, you learn the reason why Eddie sounds like a zombie is that he’s nearly asleep; practically melting into his pillows and no longer fighting as he succumbs to slumber.
Between waking up so early and taking on the ever-stressful endeavor of baking his very first cake, Eddie is exhausted. He could barely keep his eyes open for more than 10 seconds after laying down. Not to mention that the heat of your body and the all-encompassing peace that accompanies your very presence isn’t helping matters much.
Your fingers drift over Eddie’s side, barely making contact with the flesh. His arm remains wrapped around you, though it falls a bit limp as he drifts away. The sun is just beginning to peek in through the curtain, but you don’t mind staying here a while longer before you start your day. Among the rhythmic sound of the heartbeat you can barely make out through your human pillow, you listen to the remainder of the mixtape on your own; a contented smile on your lips as you bask in the spicy scent of Eddie’s soft skin and realize this might be the best birthday you’ve ever had.
“I love you,” you whisper — your voice so quiet Eddie probably wouldn’t hear you even if he were awake — before adding, “Eddie Spaghetti.”
“Love you too, my little meatball.”
Joseph Quinn Masterlist ✦ Writing Masterpost
#i threw this together last night so if you think it's bad pls don't @ me#let’s be honest i really wrote this for me and mir and our love for labyrinth#eddie munson x reader#eddie munson fanfiction#eddie munson fanfic#eddie munson fluff#eddie munson#joseph quinn fanfiction#stranger things fanfiction
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𝒪𝓃𝑒 𝒞𝒶𝓇𝑒𝓁𝑒𝓈𝓈 𝒥𝓊𝓂𝓅
Warnings: fem y/n, nsfw, scratching, grinding, oc insert(should’ve started tagging this a long time ago, oopsies)
A/n: Self indulgent. The amount of times I accidentally posted this before I finished it are insane😭I don’t know if tumblr updated or if I’m just stupid. Sorry for the shitty dialogue I’m feeling very sick so my mind is a bit hazy, but anything is sexy in Hisoka’s voice if you just try.
Hisoka bore his teeth behind his lips at the sight in his kitchen.. the girl that was dressed in his shirt, and his boxers around her hips; one careless jump away from falling down and around her ankles. Fuck.
Hisoka stood in the doorway of the kitchen, hands on his hips as he watched the woman rummage through his refrigerator, it’s not like he had anything special in there anyway.. he rarely ever stayed in this apartment or used anything. Before Y/n came along half of the food he had stored in there would’ve gone bad due to him being away on missions and chasing after the Phantom Troupe, but now he had this little scavenger to eat it all up for him before the fruits started to rot.
The girl turned her head, it’s not like she just now noticed his presence.. she felt him standing there, ogling her from behind. Y/n smirked at him behind her shoulder, looking at him with her beady little eyes, “Take a picture it’ll last longer~” her voice was raspy from having just woken up, she took a sip of an apple juice box; ah, Hisoka remembered her putting a whole pack of that in his fridge. He didn’t know why she liked those tiny juice boxes so much. She just sucked it all up in under 30 seconds, then leave it on the ground for him to painstakingly collect and throw away. However, he did find it satisfying when she poked the straws in that little hole, sometimes she would miss, then howl in frustration. He would turn his head away from her gaze to uncontrollably smirk; it was amusing to watch sometimes.
The magician smirked and walked towards her, “Ahah~ well I have the real thing right at my fingertips~” he whispered, looking down at the woman. His golden, narrow eyes met her e/c doe eyes. “I think that’s much better than a mere picture~”
Y/n looked at him, gnawing on the tip of the straw. Her pupils darted around, scanning his face before she grinned again, “Ok.” She spun around completely, walking out of the kitchen and leaving Hisoka to his own devices. A puff of air escaped the magicians nose as he watched her walk off; he couldn’t take his eyes off of her whenever she did that, the way her hips swayed; moving back and forth as she carried on her merry way, her free arm was slightly lifted upwards. Her little walk never failed to light a fire in the magician’s loins, it didn’t help now that his boxers on her hips were riding so unbearably low to the point he had gotten a glimpse to the line of her asscrack; that sight wasn’t new to him, but seeing it other than when he was sleeping with her made his cock throb.
Hisoka turned away once she was out of view, his brows furrowed as he placed a hand firmly over his mouth. He squeezed his eyes shut in an attempt to silence the thoughts of perversion in his mind. The memories of her last night, sprawled out naked below him, his hand right under her breast that bounced with his thrusts, the burning sensation on his chest from how her nails dragged on his skin, ripping the tissue and drawing blood. The man sighed, a gravelly noise escaped his throat as his eyes opened again. What has this girl done to me.. his lips curled into a smirk, then let out a soft chuckle. His hand fell to his thigh after he slicked back his fuchsia bangs.
“Come in my house, lay in my bed, eat my food..” Hisoka grumbled as he followed after Y/n, wherever she went. His voice echoed through the halls of their shared apartment, he knew she could hear him, “I think you should be more kind to me dear~ nobody gets these privileges from me~” he entered the living room, where he found the girl sitting on his couch, looking innocent as she gnawed that straw to hell and back. All she did was smirk at him as he stepped closer to her, his hands in the pocket of his sweatpants. “One day you might just brat yourself into a slit throat, dear~” he cooed, an empty threat.
They both knew deep down, no matter what, Hisoka couldn’t bring himself to end Y/n’s life.
He quickly plucked the chewed up straw out of her mouth, holding it between his two fingers; he wasn’t disgusted by her saliva.. god if he had a dollar for how many times this woman had spat in his mouth..
“You shouldn’t eat plastic~” he flicked the straw across the room, over the girl’s head and behind the couch.
“I wasn’t eating it.” She frowned at him, letting her legs drop to the floor, her hands on her thighs as she glared up at him.
He couldn’t help but smirk, her little poses were always so cute.. always spreading her legs when she sat, hunched over to try and look intimidating, but she just made herself more adorable in his eyes.
Hisoka sat on the couch beside of Y/n, close enough so that the sides of their thighs were touching, he could practically feel the softness of her bare thigh through his sweatpants, “Mm..” he hummed softly under his breath as he smoothly hooked an arm around her shoulders, his other hand moved to her thigh, caressing it, moving up and down in a soft motion. He looked at her, seeing her eyes glued on his hand in thought; he dreamed of prying open her brain and seeing what went on inside of it.. his girl was shrouded in mystery, unpredictable and impulsive. A mirror of his own life, the embodiment of his own darkness and indulgences, his perfect little vice. Though a part of him dreaded her unreadable expression. Did she secretly hate what Hisoka was doing to her? Was she nervous? Scared? The last thing Hisoka wanted to do was hurt her, or scare her away, she was more than a toy to him even if he wanted to admit it or not; she was an ally, his lover.. he couldn’t loose her.
Being too lost in his thought, his breath hitched in surprise as Y/n suddenly shifted, moving into his lap to straddle his thigh. Her little giggle left her lips as her fingers gently danced down his sharp jawline, the girl’s eyes met his wide ones, “Love you~”
Hisoka calmed down from his moment of shock, he chuckled and put his hands on her hips, “I love you too~”
She said those words to him all of the time.. and he would reciprocate; it was always random moments when she would verbalize his love to him, if he didn’t know any better he would’ve thought she was casting a spell on him or something.. why else would this seemingly cold, unloving man find comfort in this girl’s touch? It was most likely Y/n’s skittish, yet nervous nature, she didn’t know the right words to say, or the right moment to say it; so she just spoke those words of endearment.
Y/n kept her eyes locked with Hisoka’s, she whimpered quietly as she started to move her hips in a slow motion, rubbing back and forth on his thigh. She made sure to push her crotch down as hard as she could, wanting to feel his muscles though the barrier of cloth that kept them apart. “Ah,” Hisoka whispered when he felt the pressure of Y/n coming down on him, “Easy,” he cooed at her, holding her hips and guiding her at a steady pace; and comfortable distance. Y/n’s brows furrowed upwards as she felt the fabric of Hisoka’s boxers brush against her clit, “H-Hah~” she breathed out, her hand slid down to Hisoka’s shoulder, squeezing it as she moved at his pace.
He felt the girl’s nails dig into his skin, making him grit his teeth, wincing at the pain but god damn did it feel good. His body was covered in scratches, some healed; some fresh, all from Y/n, the woman making her mark on him. It burned so good, and made the hard dent in the crotch of his sweatpants throb unbearably.
Y/n shivered in Hisoka’s grip, her eyes fluttered, blinking wildly before she screwed them shut, “Ah-! Hahh~!” Her voice cracked as she shuffled on his lap, she pressed her forehead to his shoulder and lifted her hips up, “Get off..” she muttered, a hint of frustration to her voice as she focused on pulling down the boxers that hung baggy on her. She made do with slipping one leg out of the cloth, letting the boxers squeeze around her thigh instead. She pushed her hips into his hands again, a shaky sigh left her mouth when his sweatpants made contact with her wet clit.
Hisoka watched the girl with much amusement, a smirk on his lips the entire time; amused on how she was so focused on what she wanted, seeing that little bit of frustration jump out as she wiggled his boxers off of herself. “Ngh~” Y/n lifted her head up again to reconnect their gaze. “Happy now~?” Hisoka mused, leaning his face towards hers until his lips were barely grazing under her eye. Y/n nodded as they both commenced with her thigh-grinding.
Hisoka adored that look in her eye, he reveled in the soft noises he helped milk out of her, she was undeniably his.. his vice, the little ace up his sleeve, the itch in his crotch.
Y/n’s hand moved down Hisoka’s body, feeling the rough exterior of his muscled physique, he looked nearly similar to a statue carved from stone if you’d squint, her hand trailed down until it reached that bulge. Hisoka breathed out, which made her eye twitch at the little puff of breath so close to her face, but she squeezed and pawed at his crotch nonetheless. The movement of her hips began to get faster, Hisoka helped her keep a steady rhythm as she pawed at his crotch.
Her slick began to rub off on Hisoka’s pants, creating a dark, sticky, wet smudge; but neither of them seemed to care.. Hisoka would just blame it on a spill if the laundry machine couldn’t wash it out. But Christ sake who doesn’t own a pair of sweatpants that aren’t stained? “I..” Y/n rasped out, making sure her eyes were kept locked with his, no matter how hard she wanted to blink or completely close hers, “I love you..” she whispered. Hisoka chuckled, squeezing her hips, “I love you too~” Y/n smiled, but immediately jerked up, her back arched as her mouth opened in a silent scream. Hisoka let out a quiet grunt as he pushed her hips down; she squeezed his crotch so perfectly. They came at the same time; her juices spilled on his thigh, and his seed spurted inside of his pants.. the mess they made together.
Y/n fell forward again, panting heavily and laying limp against Hisoka’s body as he held her, his hands were moved to her thighs as equally heavy breaths left his own lips. He heard her giggle, which put a smile on his face, he closed his eyes and tilted his head to rest on the back of the couch. “We’re so messy~” she teased, reaching between her legs and scooping some of her wetness with her fingers, then holding them to Hisoka’s lips. The man happily wrapped his tongue around her wet fingers, licking them clean until the only thing staining her fingers was his saliva. He groaned with delight as the sweet, salty flavor coated his tongue. “Made a mess of my damn pants..” he laughed breathily, with the rare occurrence of a profanity coming from his mouth.
“I love you, `Soka~”
“I love you too, Y/n.”
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