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Faerie and Vampr

Chapter Five

Half the patrons of Marco’s Bar and Grill thought Erik had a hand in the markings on the women’s bodies. The other 50 percent thought that some of the vampire’s from bigger towns or cities had bitten Maudette and Dawn when they were out bar hopping, and they deserved what they got if they wanted to go to bed with vampires. Some thought the girls had been strangled by a vampire, some thought they had just continued their promiscuous ways into disaster.

But most importantly, everyone who came into Marco’s was worried that some other woman would be killed next. Tamara couldn’t count the times she was told to be careful, to watch her vampire friend who popped up in town recently, told to lock her doors and take the day shift instead. Lloyd came in for both commiseration and suspicion as a man who’d “dated” both women.

He had come by the house one day and stayed around for about an hour while Nana Sylvia and Tamara tried to encourage him to keep going with his work and doing what Lloyd normally does. But for the first time in Tamara’s memory, her handsome brother was really worried. She hated that he got himself mixed up with those women. It’s unfortunate what happened to them, but now her brother could be in trouble with the law for something he didn’t do.

Tamara didn’t try to dwell on the deaths of the two women. Although everyone else was suspicious of her brother and Erik, all she could think about was that kiss two nights ago. His lips, so soft and skillful, had her dreaming of what it would be like to roll around in the sheets kissing him all night long. The dream didn’t go further than kissing, which was enough to have her pink and white panties wet waking up that morning, but the possibility of sex with Vampyr Erik did cross Tamara’s mind.

It was the evening for Crimson Mist. Tamara finally pulled a simple dress from her closet after going through half of her dress collection and littering her bed. She felt it was perfect for the occasion. It was a nice date dress, if you wanted the personal interest of whoever was your escort. It was a body con dress. Tight and black. The fabric was clinging to every dip, curve, and valley. Her brown skin glowed and her cleavage showed. She completed the look with metallic silver high-heeled sexy sandals, a delicate sterling silver chain necklace that draped between her breasts, and silver hoops. She put on light glam makeup and wore her hair in a fresh wash-and-go.

Nana Sylvia’s eyes widened when she came out of her room.

“Sugar, you look beautiful,” she said. “Aren’t ya’ gonna be a little cold in that dress?”

Tamara giggled, “No, ma’am, I don’t think so. It’s pretty warm tonight.”

“Ya’ sure?” Nana Sylvia pressed. “a nice white sweater, the one I got ya’ for Christmas—”

“Okay, how about I grab my moto jacket just in case it cools down?”

Tamara looked and felt sexy. Something she rarely gets a chance to feel. She was pretty excited about going on a date with Erik, though she kind of asked him herself and it was more of a fact-finding mission. Plus, it’s his bar. Would it count as a date at his own business?

“See,” Tamara showed Nana Sylvia her moto jacket, “This goes well with it, doesn’t it?”

“Yes. I’m not tryna tell ya’ what to do.”

Tamara kisses her Nana on the cheek. A knock on the door had Nana Sylvia moving faster than Tamara to be the first to open the door. She fixed her silver hair that was styled in a low bun and adjusted her house dress with different tribal patterns on it. She gasped with excitement and opened her arms in true grandma fashion, pulling Erik’s cold body into a warm embrace.

“Erik! It’s so good to see ya’ again! How are ya’, handsome?”

“Takin’ it easy, Miss Sylvia. Ya’ lookin’ beautiful. I hope all is well wit’ ya’.”

“Oh,” Nana Sylvia blushed. “It's well. All is well. Come in! Come in! Darn moths…”

Erik chuckled, swatting a few away before shutting the door behind him. His eyes scanned the foyer with immense joy before they fell on Tamara standing awkwardly to his right.

Erik wore a white beater that left little to the imagination— an eight pack and pecs to match. Black jeans that fit tighter at the ankles and loose in the waist were on his lower half. He had on a moto jacket himself but it was black and white. Tungsten steel pendants hung from his neck and various rings in tungsten accessorized his thick fingers. Onyx earrings bejeweled both ears and high top black and white vans were on his feet.

When he saw her, Tamara wasn’t sure if she’d overdone it because he seemed really annoyed. His face went quite still. His eyes flared. His fingers curved as if he were scooping something up with them. Tamara had to remind herself that she couldn’t hear his thoughts. The one person who she’d give anything to listen in on.

“Is this okay?” Tamara asked anxiously. She felt the butterflies in her belly.

“…Yes,” He finally spoke. But his pause had been long enough to get Nana Sylvia’s attention.

“Look, sugar, ya’ got this man speechless!!” Nana Sylvia laughed, “My Tammy is the prettiest girl around!”

“Oh, yes,” Erik agreed, but there was a curious lack of inflection in his deep voice.

Tamara didn’t know what to think. She wanted to call the entire date off then. What was his fucking problem? Screw him. This isn’t a damn date anyway. Tamara stiffened her back and walked up to him, linking her arm in his.

“Ready?” She said with her own annoyance.

“Yes,” Erik turned to Nana Sylvia with a pleasant half smirk, “Good-bye, Miss Sylvia. It was a pleasure seeing ya’ again.”

“You as well, Erik, you two have a good ol’ time. Take care of my sugar foot!” she said, waving them out of the house.

“Nanaaa,” Tamara fussed with a whiny voice.

“Girl, hush.” Nana Sylvia said.

“Always,” Erik chuckled before he looked down at Tamara, guiding her down the porch steps.

Nana Sylvia waited in the door until they were both safe in his flashy sports car. It’s so black Tamara couldn’t see it until they were standing right in front of it. Erik took her jacket and held her door open as she slipped inside. He shut the door softly and like lighting he was on the drivers side and entering. His car had that new car smell and it was so pristine. The leather seat was warm and molded into her body comfortably. He kindly turned on the AC and she buckled herself in.

Erik took off and Tamara loved how smooth the car drove. Like the tires were gliding on water. Smokestack Lightning played from the Bluetooth in his car and Tamara glanced over at the way he drove one-handed with his left hand while his other hand rested in his lap. She gripped her clutch tightly in her lap, trying to find a way to break the ice.

“I’m sorry I’m not dressed to your liking,” Tamara said sarcastically, staring straight ahead of her.

Erik came to a slow halt in the woods just a mile from the road.

“Who said all that?” Erik asked, his voice very gentle.

“You looked at me like I did something wrong by wearin’ this dress, Erik,” Tamara snapped.

“I’m just doubting my ability to get ya’ in and out without having to kill someone who wants ya’.”

Tamara slowly turned to look at Erik.

“You’re being sarcastic.” She turned her gaze back in front of her again but her heart was racing.

Suddenly, Erik’s hand gripped her chin, forcing her to turn and look at him.

“Do I look like I am?” Erik asked.

His dark eyes were wide and unblinking.

“No…” Tamara admitted.

“Then accept what I say.”

He let go of her chin and Tamara sat back in her seat while he resumed driving.

“So…ya’ like it then?” Tamara asked with a small voice.

Erik licked his lips and then stole a look at her dress before turning his attention back onto the road.

“I love the dress. A lot.”

His eyes went to her again and he scanned her body from head to toe. He took a deep breath in and released it slowly. Tamara glanced over at his lap and she noticed that he was clenching his right fist.

“Thank you.”

“Ya’ welcome,” Erik shifted his hips. “What are ya’ wearing on ya’ skin?”

“Huh?” Tamara touched the side of her neck with her fingertips, “Oh, oh uh…Tom Ford. Lost Cherry.”

“That scent was made for ya’. It enhances your natural pheromones…”

Tamara jumped slightly when Erik pressed his face into her neck and inhaled. Her eyes flashed to the road and he was driving in a straight line to her surprise. He reselfaced and his eyes were low like he was on a super high. Tamara pulled down the mirror above her to apply more gloss to her lips. The choice of music went from blues to R&B and Tamara admired his taste in music. He’d been around long enough to experience it all.

“Can we roll the windows down? I’d like fresh air if that’s okay…please?”

“I gotcha,” Erik switched off the AC and brought the front two windows all the way down, “good?”

“Perfect,” Tamara’s long spirals blew in the wind and in her face. She smiled to herself, a surge of confidence overcoming her.

“What are ya’ smilin’ ‘bout?” Erik asked with a smile of his own.

“Nothingggg,” Tamara smoothed hair from her eyes.

“Do I have to get it out of ya, little one?”

“How will you do that?” She turned to look at him.

Erik simply placed his hand on her thigh and squeezed it gently. Tamara’s back stiffened and she looked down at his hand. She knew he could grip her harder than that, and the thought turned her on. He started stroking her inner thigh and she gasped. He caught that.

“Are ya’ gon’ tell me, baby girl?” His black eyes fell on her and he arched a single thick brow.

“…Okay,” She rolled her eyes, “I like that you like what I’m wearing…I like that I made ya’ happy.”

“Why was that so hard to say, Tammy?”

“I don’t know,” She blushed.

“I make ya’ nervous, Sugar?”

It wasn’t a question.

And why did Sugar sound so good Rolling off his tongue?

Tamara didn’t respond.

“It’s okay. You make me nervous too.”

Tamara didn’t believe that for a second. She looked at him with an accusatory stare. Erik caught her looking and cracked a dimpled smile.

“Seriously. It’s hard for me to act normal around ya’. I’ve never had this close of a relationship with a human in over eighty years. I’m constantly in my head, trying to impress ya’, tryna’ fight ma’ urges…”

Tamara let his words sink in. She didn’t know vampires could get nervous. She smiled again knowing that she made Erik nervous. This vampire sitting next to her.

“We’re not so different,” Erik smirked.

Tamara suddenly had the courage to kiss him. She leaned over in her seat and pecked Erik’s cheek. He blinked twice rapidly as if brought out of hypnosis and looked at her. She giggled and shook her head before turning her body fully in her seat. Tamara slipped her feet out of her sandals and brought her feet up to rest on his dashboard but paused when she realized what she was about to do.

“I’m sorry—”

“It’s alright—”

“I’m so used to doin’ it in Lloyd’s truck—”

“Put ya’ pretty feet up there, I don’t care.” Erik said.

“Ya’ sure?”

“Yes.”

Tamara stretched her legs. She noticed Erik admiring her toes with nails painted white and a gold anklet with the letter E on it.

“Thank ya’ for the kiss. But it wasn’t exactly the kiss that I wanted.” Erik said.

“You’re driving right now and I didn’t want to distract ya’ too much,” Tamara replied.

Erik pulled over on the side of the road and put the car in park. Without a word or a warning, he was out of the car and on Tamara’s side within one breath. She watched as he opened her door and held his hand out for her to take. After slipping on her heels, Tamara grasped his hand with a curious look on her face. Erik shut the door and walked her around to the trunk of the car. In a black night that hugged the skin, that brought full comfort to the soul, the headlights became like lighthouse beams.

“What are we doin’ out here, Erik?” Tamara questioned with an ethereal voice.

Her back is towards the car and he’s standing in front of her. He’s so close now that her ass bumped the trunk and she realized that he’d trapped her. She looked him in the eyes, waiting with bated breath. Erik’s hands molded into her waist and then he lifted her to sit on the trunk.

“I want a proper kiss.” Erik said.

“We’re wasting time.”

“Not when I own that motherfucka’…”

Tamara tilted her head in thought. What was there to think about?

“I’m trying to decide if you deserve it—”

Erik had his hand in her hair and his lips on hers. Tamara gripped his biceps and squeezed, her body leaning forward to press against his chest. Erik’s hands moved to cup her face and their heads swiveled from left to right. His tongue swiped her bottom lip to grant him access into her sweet mouth and she parted her lips for him to divulge.

The pouty softness of her bottom lip against the plumpness of his upper lip sent shock waves through her. The evening breeze blew her curls into Erik’s eyes and his locs fell over his forehead from the movement. Tamara broke the kiss and Erik’s eyes noticed how swollen her lips were. He could taste her gloss on his lips and tongue and their eyes met with emotions so strong words couldn’t describe.

“Maybe we should…get goin’,” Tamara said with a feathery voice.

Erik could hear her heart pumping through her chest. With his enhanced night vision, he could see the perspiration clinging to her exposed skin and the stiffness of her nipples. If only he had X-ray vision. Her hair is shiny; like black silk and she smelled like sweet almond milk and cherries.

“Why are ya’ in such a rush, Tammy?” Erik asked.

“I–I’m not.”

Erik gave her a disbelieving look with a smirk, “it’s just kissin’, baby girl. I promise I’ll excuse my hands and…other things…until ya’ give me the green light.”

He heard the tremble in her breath.

“Ya’ seem to enjoy our kissing a lot so,” Erik took one of her curls and wrapped it around his finger, “Ya’ want more?” His lips were so close to hers, “‘Cause I do.”

Tammy closes the space between them and with her arms around his shoulders she takes the lead. Erik’s right arm came around Tamara’s waist and her back arched, pressing her soft chest against his vigorous chest. As she nibbled on his bottom lip, Erik’s right hand smoothed down her back until he picked her up to straddle him. The split in her body con dress made it easier for her legs to come around his tapered waist. Both of his hands palmed her ass and his rigid dick would have caressed her sex if it wasn’t for him sitting her back down on the car. She would have been so ready to take him with how wet she is. He could smell her arousal and it was just as sweet.

“Ya’ right, let’s go.” Erik said between breaths.

His fangs had materialized during their kissing session and Tamara hadn’t noticed. She was having a hard time catching her own breath.

“Okay,” She smoothed her hair from her face.

She couldn’t hide her disappointment.

“Patience, baby,” Erik said, stroking her chin.

His fangs popped back in and Erik picked Tamara up and spun her around before dropping her to her feet quickly. She gasped, staring up at him flustered until a bright smile graced her face.

“I can’t stay mad at you for long,” She admitted.

“I wouldn’t want you to. It breaks my undead heart,” Erik replied jokingly.

They got back in the car and resumed their drive to Crimson Mist with his hand on her thigh and her feet on his dash.

Crimson Mist, the vampire bar and nightclub, was located on Bourbon Street. It was situated within an alleyway and secluded. The name of the place was spelled out in jazzy red neon above the door, and the facade was painted black, with a red door providing color contrast.

Erik walked around to open Tamara’s door, and he helped her out with one hand while shutting the door with the other. With an arm around her waist, Erik guided Tamara towards the entrance where two bouncers were carding people before entering. When they noticed Erik approaching, one of them opened the door for him to enter. She could sense that those men were both vampires and Erik detected her nervousness.

They were standing in a little boxy entrance hall with red lights.

“Breathe, Tammy,” Erik whispered into her hair, “Stick to my side at all times.”

Past a black velvet drape, Tamara got her first comprehensive look at Crimson Mist’s interior. Everything was black and red. The walls were covered with upholstered paneling that reminded Tamara of sound proof foam. There are two bars on each side of the club, a stage for entertainment and another stage with a throne chair situated on it. Random stripper poles with beautiful women twirling from them. The music was deafening, the people were dressed in leather, chains and whips. The lighting was dim, of course, nothing unusual about that.

Vampire groupies and tourists were among the majority of patrons and it made it easier to distinguish the undead from the living. Some of the living looked ridiculous with their capes, fake fangs, and painted blood. They were extraordinary, and extraordinarily pathetic. The undead were like real jewels in a bin of rhinestones. They mostly favored dark clothes too, but were more interesting.

With Erik still clinging to her, Tamara continued to look around with interest and amazement and some distaste. All eyes were on them, probably because of Erik. He leaned down to whisper to her.

“You look like a white candle in a coal mine.”

Tamara giggled, and then they strolled through the scattered crowd of people to the bar. There was a never ending supply of alcohol on fancy glass shelves behind the bar and Tamara could also see bottled blood either refrigerated or warm in cases for the vampires. The laminated menu attached to the sticky bar top in black marble had signature drinks like a bloodthirsty martini or a blood orange margarita. Tamara ordered a Fangria and accepted the drink from a smiling bartender that showed his fangs. Tamara returned a nervous smile.

“How’s it going, boss?” The bartender asked. “This pretty thing is your meal for tonight?” He nodded towards Tamara as he put her drink on the bar for her.

“This is Tamara,” Erik pulled her closer to him, “She has some questions to ask tonight. I figured I’d bring her along to see if she can get the answers she desires.”

Tamara looked up at Erik with a slight frown.

“Anything, beautiful,” the Indian bartender with long coal black hair looked at her with hungry eyes.

“Do you know anything about these two women,” Tamara retrieved her phone from her clutch, presenting the photos to the bartender, “Or this man here,” She pulled up a photo of Lloyd.

“Yes, to the women, no to the man, though he looks delicious,” said the bartender, smiling at her again, “Is that your husband?”

“No. That’s my brother. I just wanted to know if he’d been around here with any of these women. Have ya’ noticed any men around these women?”

“…that’s something I wouldn’t know,” he replied quickly, his face closing down, “that’s something we don’t notice here. You won’t either. Ain’t that right, boss?”

Tamara looked up at Erik again and he had an expression with practiced control.

“Thank you,” Tamara said politely, realizing she’d broken a rule. It was dangerous to ask who left with whom, evidently, “I appreciate it. Thanks for the drink.”

The bartender looked at Tamara considerably.

“Let me see the girls again,” he pointed at the photo of Dawn’s picture, “that one, she wanted to die.”

Tamara leaned in to speak closer. Erik stood behind her now, both hands on her waist.

“How do ya’ know?”

“Everyone who comes here does, to one extent or another,” he said matter-of-factly. Tamara could tell he took that for granted. “That's what we are. Death.”

He chuckled and Erik joined in on the laugh. Tamara shuddered. Erik’s arm found its way on her arm, drawing her away to a vacated booth. Tamara pulled her arm away from him, clearly irritated, and just then she was blocked by a statuesque woman covered in tattoos and wearing a black lace shawl with bell sleeves, a black corskirt that hugged her curves, and a patent leather black clincher. Her hair was styled similar to those pinup girls from the 40s and her bold red lipstick made her lips look sultry.

“Finally brought your play thing to the establishment. How sweet.”

Tamara arched a brow at Lana and she was ready to say something just as unpleasant but Erik cut her off.

“Lana, this is Tamara. Didn’t get the chance to speak last time with everything that happened.” Erik said.

“I don’t recall wanting to speak to her last time,” Lana cocked her head to the side, challenging Tamara to say anything with her deadly stare.

“Lana,” Erik’s eyes narrowed and his voice went deep, “Do I have to remind you of our discussion earlier?”

Lana’s demeanor changed with one look from Erik and a bright smile replaced her face. She gave Tamara a flirty wave that Tamara didn’t return because she could see that Lana was only playing nice because Erik told her so.

“Can’t return the gesture? Let me find out this sweet little fragile thang ain’t so sweet.” Lana teased.

“I don’t do well with fakes,” Tamara replied.

Lana’s brows rose with humor and her beautiful smile with sharp white fangs didn’t seem to affect Tamara. Erik was losing patients with her disrespect and from the way Erik looked, Tamara didn’t want to stick around to see what he had planned for his progeny.

“Trust, the feeling is mutual.” Lana replied.

Lana strutted away from them to the throne chair that Tamara gathered belonged to Erik. She left Erik standing there and slid into the booth. He joined her and sat across from her, his pitch black eyes scanning the room before they came to a stop on her.

“This is reality, Tammy.” Erik said.

“Do you think I came here with you to die? Because I didn’t,” Tamara argued.

Erik laughed, and if it wasn’t for her anger towards him, she would have folded. The smile and the dimples get her every time.

“What’s so funny? You knew I wasn’t going to get any answers coming here, didn’t you?”

“…And ya’ knew that yourself. Love the determination by the way, nice touch,” Erik smirked.

“You really get on my nerves,” Tamara glared at Erik.

Erik laughed harder, “Not so fast, baby girl. We just had a moment not too long ago. You want me to give ya’ a reminder?”

Tamara kissed her teeth and Erik puckered his lips to mimic their kissing followed by a deep chuckle. Tamara rolled her eyes at his childishness.

“C’mon, fuck those dead women. You know ya’ brother ain’t do that shit. Let’s just enjoy the night.”

“And you, right?” Tamara said.

“And me. We had this discussion two nights ago, baby girl. Finish your drink off so I can get ya’ a new one.”

“So, what is this then? A date? You didn’t even properly ask me on a date to even consider this a date—”

“It’s a way for you to see my world a lot closer. And for the record, princess, I would never bring ya’ here for a date.” Erik quipped.

“I don’t even think you know how to date,” Tamara fired back.

Erik slipped in beside her now, boxing her in. Tamara refused to look at him as best as she could.

“This isn’t the place to take a woman like you on a date. You deserve more than this. Just because I own it, doesn’t mean I like it.”

Tamara stared at Erik confused, “What?”

Erik exhaled frustratingly, “The only reason that I own this bar is because I have to. The vampire government forced me to. They wanted me to come up with a way to welcome humans for entertainment and fun. I’m bored with all of this…”

“Then sell it,” Tamara said, “Have ya’ thought about that?”

“Yes. But I would prefer that the vampire hierarchy not track my every move. This gives them a way to be distracted. Everything that goes on here stays here. That’s the rule. As long as I follow that rule, I’m all good.”

“What constitutes fun for you then?”

Erik’s eyes scanned Tamara’s body. She finished off the rest of her drink, the blossoming warmth of the alcohol spreading through her.

“Going for a long drive, flying, visiting a museum, cooking, reading, dancing…just to name a few…”

Tamara’s icy demeanor melted away. She was interested in knowing more about him besides the fact that he’s an attractive vampire.

Flying?” Tamara asked.

“Yeah,” Erik smirked, “It’s a rush.”

“I–I didn’t know vampires could fly.”

“We can do a lot of things,” Erik said with a half smirk.

“Then why drive?”

“When I’m with a human, I’d prefer to drive. Flying with you looking all pretty would be a disaster.”

Tamara giggled, “How considerate of you. Flying sounds peaceful.”

“I can show ya’ one night. Take you up into the clouds so you can see Louisiana from above.”

Tamara’s hazel eyes went wide with excitement. Erik couldn’t fight the smile that appeared on his face. She’s so adorable.

“I’m scared!” Tamara giggles, “I’ve never even been on a plane.”

“You’ll love it.” Erik took one of Tamara’s hands, staring at her nails.

“You said cook…”

Erik licked his lips, “Yes.”

“Were you a chef?”

“I was a food artisan. My parents had their own shop where we would sell our own items.”

“…so that means you could cook for me?”

“I will cook for you. I can tell ya’ when something is undercooked or overcooked. I could tell ya’ when something is toxic for ya’ to consume. I know what flavors work well together, how to make wine…better than most of these people who call themselves chefs.”

The music was loud and aggressive and it had everyone crowding the dance floor. The pole dancers worked over time to entertain everyone. Bottle girls went around to supply more drinks, and Tamara had a few more herself. She was too shy to ask Erik for a dance. But she could see that he wanted to. Three Six Mafia had the whole club banging.

A fang-banger with a banging body and a perfect weave approached their booth. Tamara was half-hidden by Erik finishing her drink, but still, they’d all seen him enter with her. She was gorgeous, like those models in music videos. She bent across the table with her titties almost popping out to get her mouth about two inches from Erik.

“Hi, dangerous,” She said with a sultry voice. She tapped Erik’s bottled blood with a long acrylic fingernail painted scarlet, “I have the real stuff.” She stroked her neck to make sure he got the point, “Why don’t you come with me so you can have a taste?”

Tamara took a deep breath to control her temper. Erik was her date. She waited to see what he would say and if it was anything other than turning down her advances, Tamara was leaving. She wanted to mush her in the face but she held absolutely still so she wouldn’t give Erik any cues on what she wanted.

“Ya’ don’t see that I’m with someone? Just actin’ all bold coming over here?” Erik said with narrow eyes.

“She doesn't have any puncture marks on her neck,” the girl observed, acknowledging Tamara’s presence finally with an amused look as if Tamara being next to a vampire was a joke. As if she didn’t belong at Crimson Mist.

“Like I said, I’m with her.” Erik said, his voice not so gentle this time. He grabbed Tamara’s hand and rubbed it with his thumb, “I’m sure you’ll find what ya’ want somewhere else.”

“They say you have a big dick to match those big fangs,” She licked her lips.

Tamara gawked at the girl. Erik wasn’t her man but the nerve of this bitch to boldly say that in front of her. Erik chuckled and it irritated Tamara. What the fuck is so funny?

“Don’t matter what you heard. You ain’t gettin’ nothing from me.” Erik said.

“You don’t know what you’re missing,” She sat up, rolling her eyes at Tamara.

“Yes I do,” Erik said.

The girl kissed her teeth and stumbled away.

“You okay?” Erik turned to check on Tamara.

“Yeah.” Tamara looked down at her empty glass.

“Want another drink?” Erik asked.

“Sure.”

Erik didn’t have to get up from his seat. He just raised his arm and a server; a human from what it looked like with bite marks on her neck as well, rushed over. She was hypnotized by Erik’s presence and Erik had to repeat the order to her. She hurried away and Tamara noticed more women looking towards the direction of their booth, even men.

“You haven’t said anything since that chick came over to the table,” Erik said.

“There’s nothing to say,” Tamara replied, with great self-control.

“Why’s that?”

Tamara exhaled, “I shouldn’t have to say anything. You handled it respectfully and that’s all there is to it.”

Erik smirked, “You could have sent her on her way.”

“I’m not the one to get into petty fights with a woman no matter how disrespectful she was. And I wanted to see how you would handle it. I would have been gone if it was the other way around, Erik. You should be happy about that.”

“I am happy. And you’re the only girl I want, Tammy.”

Tamara’s stomach did somersaults.

“Do you want me wit’ you?” Erik asked her in a hushed tone that was similar to a ghostly whisper.

The hard planes of his body pressed into Tamara’s much smaller one, blocking her against the wall of the booth. The dim light above them made his skin glow and his perfect face was close to hers.

“What do you think?” Tamara looked from his lips to his eyes.

“Ma, I’m asking you,” Erik arched a brow, “That vampire over there scanned you twice.”

“You’re teasing me,” Tamara looked towards the direction Erik was focused on.

The vampire he indicated was handsome, in fact, radiant; a faded cut with green eyes, tall and broad shouldered, sepia skin without fault and iridescent. He was wearing boots, jeans, and a vest. He had this vicious look in his eyes and when Tamara looked up at Erik he had the same look but it scared Tamara more.

“His name is Dean,” Erik said.

“How old is he?”

“I’ve known him since the 20s. I’m the oldest vampire in this bar.”

“He looks mean. Why is he glaring at me?”

Erik chuckled, “We’re all mean, Tamara. Very strong and very violent. And he’s glaring because he’s trying to control himself from coming over here and taking you away from me. He knows that won’t happen.”

Dean gave Erik a mischievous smirk and started towards them as if gliding across the floor. Tamara’s breath hitched and Erik didn’t move. Dean took a seat across from Erik and Tamara with a bottle of True Blood in his hand.

“Erik. I expected to see you sitting on your throne.”

“Not tonight. I’m here with this beautiful girl.”

“Hmm, I can see that,” Dean smirked handsomely at Tamara, “What’s your name, gorgeous?”

“Tamara.”

“Ooo, I like that. And you smell,” Dean’s green eyes sparkled with intensity, “Delicious.”

“She’s mine.” Erik snapped.

Dean stared at him with annoyance.

“I didn’t come over here to take her from you, Erik. I know she’s yours. Every vampire in here knows. That’s why none of us came over here to take her ourselves. But I can’t deny a sexy woman when I see one.”

Tamara blushes. She tucked her chin bashfully at Dean’s compliment. He’s definitely a smooth talker. Erik was smoldering. Tamara’s hand on his arm kept him under control.

“I want to ask Dean a question if that’s okay?”

Erik’s jaw clenched, “Go ‘head.”

“Have you seen either of these women in this bar?”

Dean studied the pictures with his thumb grazing his bottom lip. Erik wasn’t going to take his eyes off of Dean. He knew exactly what he was capable of.

“I have been with this one,” Dean said coolly, tapping Dawn’s picture. “She liked pain.”

Dean shot a glance at Erik and there was an unspoken bond there that Tamara was curious about.

“This one here,” he flicked his finger at Maudette’s picture, “was a pathetic creature.”

“Thanks,” Tamara put her phone away.

“Erik, why haven’t you brought your friend around before?” Dean asked.

“Me and Erik are new friends,” Tamara responded with a bright smile to him, seeing that Erik was too irritated to speak.

“Aren’t you so sweet,” Dean observed.

“Not especially,” Tamara said.

Dean stared at her with surprise.

“Well, then maybe you should bring your new friend around more often. If she can handle Crimson Mist, she can handle anything.”

Dean reached for Tamara’s hand and Erik’s hand zipped past her to grab a hold of Dean’s throat. Dean laughed and Erik’s fangs popped out making him look like a true monster. Tamara had a hand pressed to her chest and she was frozen in fear. The speed at which they move will never get old to her. Erik squeezed down on Dean’s neck and slammed him against the table, standing above him. Dean hisses at Erik with his sharp fangs.

“She’s…mine. If ya’ don’t want to lose your head, I suggest you keep your fuckin’ hands to ya’ self.” Erik warned Dean with an animalistic growl.

“Erik…it’s okay, calm down,” Tamara said with a soothing voice.

Erik let go and Dean stood up with a smirk. Tamara was given a full on view of his perfect six pack and the v-cut of his waistline. The table had a crack in it and Dean’s bottle of True Blood was knocked over. Dean dipped his head in farewell at Tamara and glided into the crowd, disappearing from sight. He didn't want to stick around. It seemed as if everyone was immune to violence in Crimson Mist.

“You seem to be telling everyone that I’m yours,” Tamara muttered.

“It’s vampire tradition,” Erik explained again with annoyance, “If I pronounce you mine, no one else can try to feed on you.”

“Feed on me, that’s a delightful phrase,” Tamara said sharply.

“I’m protecting you,” Erik said, his voice not quite as neutral as usual.

“I don’t need—”

She was stopped short. Erik took her by the chin and he turned her head to him. He looked so hard into her eyes that she thought she had tunnels burned into her brain.

“You don’t need protection? Is that what you were gonna say?”

“…I was, but then I thought about how you saved my life. And how this killer is murdering women who associate with vampires in any way.”

“…And you shouldn’t have to worry because I’m going to protect you. No one is going to hurt you, Tammy. I promise that. Do ya’ hear me?”

Tamara exhaled a shaky breath and then nodded her head in response. That wasn’t enough for Erik.

“Words?” Erik said.

“Yes.”

“Good girl.”

Tamara glanced at the people at the bar dancing and drinking and on the verge of hooking up.

“Is that really the only thing on their minds?” Tamara said with a roll of her eyes.

“What are they thinking?” Erik questioned.

“Sex, sex, sex.”

Every single person in that bar had sex on the brain.

“What are you thinking about, Tamara?”

“Not sex.”

“Ya lyin’ to me?” Erik asked with a playful look.

“I was thinking about dancing but I don’t know if I should.”

Erik stood up from the booth and took off his moto jacket. He held out his hand for Tamara to take and she did. He led her out of the booth and to the dance floor. The sea of people parted for them and they found a spot in the middle of the dance floor under red lights.

Rihanna- Work had everyone moving their hips and when Tamara heard her new favorite song it was like liquid adrenaline being injected right into her bloodstream — just enough to make her tingle and start to move her own hips. She wound her hips in a circle, her arms came up and she felt loose and sexy. Erik stood there watching her with commanding eyes and a half smirk that showcased a deep dimple. His skin beneath the lights looked warm to the touch and the contours of his muscular arms had Tamara wishing he would wrap them around her.

While some danced, others stood around watching her move like a temptress with her hands in her hair and her slim-thick body moving with explosive sensuality. Tamara got so lost in the song that she felt as if she were the only one there. She threw her head back and did a little two step, eyes closed and a bite of her bottom lip. When Drake’s verse came up, Tamara placed her hands on her thighs and dipped her hips down to the floor where she did a little slow whine.

Erik came up behind Tamara and held his hand out so he could guide her back up. She threw her head back to get the hair out of her eyes and giggled when she locked eyes with Erik’s intense expression. The song switched to PARTYNEXTDOOR- Wus Good/Curious

Good, lovin, feel so, numb

Ride me, 'til I'm, 'bout to, cum

I see, you are, 'bout to, clim-

-Ax so, oh, girl, don't be, shy

Is you ready?

Is you ready, baby?

You seem ready

You seem ready, baby

Girl tonight I won't be selfish

It is all for you (yeah-yeah-yeah-yeah)

Girl, my bad, I just can't help it (just can't help it)

Girl, you taste so…

Tamara faced Erik and he took her by the hand, twirling her so that her back was against his torso. Tamara could feel the powerfulness of his body against her feeble frame. She went still, allowing him to guide her movements. One of his cool hands came around to rest on her lower belly and he brought her left arm up to drape over his shoulder. He started doing a slow yet rhythmic two step and with the hand on her stomach he guided her to follow his movements.

He pressed his face into her neck and Tamara’s heart pounded with nervous excitement. He exhaled through his mouth and then inhaled deeply through his nose and her eyes fluttered shut. The pressure from his hand forced her bubble butt to press into his crotch. The two step transitioned into Erik grinding on her, forcing Tamara to follow the motion of his hips. His free hand wrapped delicately around her neck, using his finger tips to stroke over her pulse. She felt the crotch of her black lace thong grow wetter.

Hey, shawty, this what I'm here for, I'm ready (I'm ready)

Are you downtown when I'm round town, I'm ready (I'm ready)

Girl, just let me know what's good

Girl, you're beautiful

They won't know, they won't know what we do

Girl, you're beautiful

No, no, they won't know what we do…

The DJ did a dope mix and PARTYNEXTDOOR- Break From Toronto changed the slow motion movements to more of a bend over and pop that ass. Tamara turned to face Erik and she had her arms around his neck and they started grinding their hips against each other. Vibing to the song with smiles on their faces and their foreheads pressed together.

That smile on your face

Makes it easy to trust you

Those in- (yeah), those in- (yeah, oh), those in- (yeah, oh)

This what 'Sauga feel like in the night time (ooh)

Watch what she do when the light shine (ooh)

Drunk niggas tryna talk in the strip club

Shawty silhouette looks like a dollar sign (ooh)

Caught-caught up (caught up)

That's just how a nigga brought up (brought up)

Blow ones for you loonie ass niggas (ass niggas)

Straight bills for you toonie ass niggas (ass niggas)

M-M-My niggas bigger than the bouncer

Roll up in the bitch still smell like an ounce (like a ounce)

Right quick, right quick

Tight jeans on, so she feels my shit, ayy (feel my shit)

Tell me somethin' good, baby

Tell me somethin', tell me somethin' good, shawty (yeah)

Come bring it to the hood, baby

Bring it-bring it back to hood, shawty (ooh, ooh, ooh)

Tamara suddenly becomes bashful and hides her face against Erik’s chest. He chuckled and wrapped his arms around her.

“Why are you acting so shy right now, baby girl?”

“I’ve never done this–dancing on a guy before!”

“C’mere…”

The song changed to something Tamara wasn’t familiar with but it was definitely bounce music. Erik knew the song and he grabbed Tamara by her hips, turning her again and he arched her back. She gasped in shock, one hand on her waist and the other on her shoulder keeping her in that position. It was more of an ass shaking song. Jealous, envious women watched Tamara twerk on Erik, wishing it were them being bent over.

Tamara looked back at him and his lips parted and she could see his fangs. His tongue dragged over the pointy tips, lips looking moist, eyes unblinking and scanning her body dangerously. She flipped her hair over and brought one hand above her head, ass bouncing on his stiffness poking her in the booty. She swayed her hips with each bounce, feeling tipsy and getting lost in the music, mistaking his iron hard dick for a nonexistent belt. Erik held her hand up and let her do her thing, tilting his head to watch the way her ass moved in that cinching dress.

“Damn,” Erik spoke gruffly against her ear,“you got some ass on you, girl…best fuckin’ dancer I’d ever seen.”

Tamara blushes, “Thank you!”

“I ain’t know you could make it move like that, ma!”

“Now you know!” Tamara shouted over the music.

When the song was over, Tamara couldn’t look Erik in the eye. He was all over her. He pulled her into his embrace with a hand on her ass and his other hand smoothing her hair out of her face. He brought his lips to her ear, the hand on her ass now rubbing up and down her back.

“You wanna get outta here?” He whispered in her ear.

She looked up at him with a bat of her lashes. He had a hungry look in his eyes.

“Yeah…” she spoke with a feathery voice.

They had driven back to Tamara’s home already, but Erik had Tamara straddling him in his back seat. They had been kissing for a while now, Erik’s white beater off and the straps to Tamara’s dress hanging from her shoulders. He had her hair in his right fist and his left hand rubbing all over her ass. Tamara combed her fingers through his locs, amazed at how soft his hair is. Heads swiveling from left to right and they couldn’t get enough of each other.

“Erik,” Tamara looked down at him, “I want you too.”

Erik’s onyx eyes blazed with desire. He pulled her in and his lips found hers again. Harder, wetter, and maybe this could lead to even more. Tamara wanted it badly and Erik wanted it more than her. He’d been waiting to have her. Waiting for his moment to make her his. He was so close. She still needed to open up, and Tamara wasn’t an easy girl. He loved that about her.

Tamara broke the kiss again which frustrated Erik.

“I have to go. I didn’t expect to be out this late.”

“Work?”

Tamara nodded her head solemnly.

“Call out,” Erik tilted his head at her with a bite of his lower lip, “For me?”

“I can’t. I picked this shift up.” Tamara whined.

“What shift is it, Tammy?”

“…night.”

Erik kisses his teeth, “Aight, ma. How ‘bout I come see ya’ tomorrow? We can go for a drive…I’m staying here for the weekend to check on my new place…”

Tamara looked at him with confusion, “New place?”

“A smaller home away from home basically. St. Tammany is where I wanna have a private place for myself. I purchased a home right across the cemetery and it’s being fixed up as we speak.”

“Do you have other homes all over the world?” Tamara asked.

“I do…one in Jamaica, Haiti, Cuba, Nigeria, LA, New York, Miami, St. Thomas…”

“Wow.” Tamara was amazed.

“Hm,” Erik chuckled, “I’d like to show you them one day…”

“Tamara climbed off of Erik’s lap and sat next to him. He refused to let her open her own door. He left the car and jogged around to open the door for her, holding his hand out for her to take. Erik picked her up and twirled her around again before placing her on her feet.

“Goodnight, Tammy,” Erik whispered before giving her one last kiss.

Tamara stood on her tip toes and rested her cheek against his for a moment.

“Thanks for taking me.”

Erik grabbed her hand, swinging it as they walked up to the house. Within the porch, Tamara opened her door while Erik waited for her to make it inside. She looked back at him over her shoulder and waved, Erik returning the gesture. Tamara closed her door and pressed her back against it.

Meanwhile, Erik was driving to his nearly finished home. It was an Acadian style home which is a true representation of the Louisiana style homes. Influenced by French and Canadian styles, these houses feature steeply pitched roofs with dormer windows, and large covered porches or galleries, often wrapping around the house. Acadian homes often have raised foundations to help protect from flooding, and the exteriors have shutters and decorative brackets. Interiors often have high ceilings with exposed wood beams, and are designed for open, airy living in the hot and humid Louisiana climate.

The interior is old world gothic and Victorian while his other home is more minimalist with steel. He had a new coffin for Lana and himself installed in the basement while the rooms had beds with automatic windows that were timed to open during nightfall. Truthfully, Erik purchased this home secretly to be away from the other vampires and Tia. He wanted to spend time with Tamara as much as he could without everyone knowing where he was. Lana much preferred the other home, so Erik would only spend time there if work was needed to be done.

He walked around the luxury double-staircase foyer with optimism, the polished maple hardwood beneath his feet causing his footsteps to sound more pronounced. Deep purple, black, and gray decorated the first level. Each of the five bed rooms has its own complimentary color such as maroon, and navy blue but black will always be the main scheme. He had a feeling Tamara didn’t like his home back in New Orleans because it held a memory she didn’t want to recall. They could make new memories here.

Erik took a seat on a black sofa throne chair in solid mahogany wood, Crystal tufting, and a gloss black finish. His black fireplace was handcrafted to look like skulls giving it a more haunting look. He reminisced about the evening, unable to stop himself from smiling. Tamara looked stunning. He loved when she dressed up. He couldn’t get over how beautiful her hair is. She looked amazing. Dancing with her made him feel alive again. Kissing her made him fall in love with the act all over again. As much as he wanted to make love to her, he will be patient.

Erik wanted the time to be right for her. She’s a virgin and that made it harder for Erik to give into his urges. He’ll have plenty of time to fuck her, but first he needed to take things slow and ease her into what sex with him will be like. Erik stood up to head up the stairs to the master bedroom. When he entered the room decorated in black and gold, Erik activated the automatic windows all over the home and undressed. Naked, he climbed in bed beneath the silk black sheets and stared up at the high ceiling.

Erik shut his eyes and a sensation overcame him. Eyes remaining closed, Erik could sense Tamara dreaming. It was like a deep psychological bond and he could feel it growing stronger. Since Tamara drank his blood the night he saved her life, it created an eternal bond/spirit union between them. He can feel the strong sexual and romantic energy, and it was difficult for him not to go to her and fulfill what she truly desires.

He couldn’t see exactly what she was dreaming about, and he desperately wished he could. She was in distress, tossing and turning, unable to peacefully sleep because of the nature of her sex dreams.

Mmmmmahhhhunh…

Erik’s eyes shot open.

Was this really a dream or…

Erik…Erik…Erik…

He sat up, silk sheets pooling around his toned hips.

Erik rolled his neck. Every muscle in his body flexed.

Yes…right there…don’t stop…please…

He couldn’t take it.

Erik was out of his bed and with only his jeans on, he sped out of the house and across the cemetery to Tamara’s.

Back at Tamara’s, within her bedroom, evening air trickling in, Tamara is dressed in a white babydoll lingerie nightgown, her curls resting on top of her head with a satin scrunchie. The cotton sheets are kicked to the foot of the bed, her legs spread open and one hand between her legs, rubbing her clit. Hard nipples pointed to the ceiling, Tamara has her eyes closed, envisioning her vampire between her legs devouring her. The way he moved his tongue over hers when they kissed let her know that he knew how to use it well.

“Fuck,” Tamara moaned softly.

She brought two fingers down to her entrance and sank them deeply inside. She couldn’t believe how wet she was. Tamara sat up on one elbow, knees to her chest, toes curled, and bottom lip between her teeth.

Visions of his black eyes staring up at her from between her legs has her walls quivering.

“Eat me…taste me…”

She felt her body begin to tense up. Tamara’s mouth dropped open and she came all over her fingers unexpectedly. She needed more. That was her second orgasm and she knew she could give more.

“I can’t stop…” she moaned.

This is the most she’d ever masturbated.

“I’m so wet for you…”

Just when she was about to attack her clit with her fingers again, she could hear a sound at her window. Sitting up, Tamara fixed her nightgown and climbed down from her bed. Opening her curtains, she jumped back in shock at Erik looking up at her. He’d been throwing broken branches at her window.

“Erik?”

“Can I come up?” He asked.

Tamara looked from left to right before her eyes fell on him again.

“Yes. I’ll get the door—”

Erik had scaled the wall and crawled into the room.

Tamara was stunned.

“How did you?—”

Erik put a finger to her lips. He looked down at her through the curtain of locs against his forehead. Tamara noticed that he wasn’t wearing any shoes and he was shirtless. Erik inhaled and he followed the scent to Tamara’s fingers.

“Erik?—”

He grabbed her hand and sucked on her fingers. Tamara’s breath hitched. He sucked hard, Tamara growing weak in the knees.

“You taste…so good…”

He opened his eyes and Tamara could see a red ring around his pitch black irises.

Tamara looked up at Erik confused.

“I could hear you…playing with yourself.”

She opened her mouth but no words came out. Tamara looked away from him, embarrassed to even meet his piercing gaze.

“How? Were you standing outside my window the entire time?” She asked with a timid voice.

“Nah,” Erik touched her cheek, “Remember the night I saved your life?”

“Yes,” Tamara leaned into his touch.

“You drank my blood. When you do that, it creates a bond between the vampire and the human. It’s similar to the bond of a maker and progeny but the only difference is I can’t call on you.”

“Really?” Tamara was shocked, “So that means…”

“Yes,” Erik smirked, “I know you’ve been dreaming about me. At least up until now…”

Tamara sat down on her bed and Erik sat next to her.

“You were pleasuring yourself.” Erik said.

Tamara toyed with the lace trimming on her nightgown.

“I was,” She shot him a quick glance before looking back down, “This is so embarrassing.”

Erik scooted closer, lifting her chin.

“Tell me about your fantasy. Please?”

Tamara looked him in the eyes and exhaled.

“I was…fantasizing about you…between my legs…”

Her natural pheromones smelled so good it triggered his fangs to pop out. Tamara flinched slightly but soon she reached out to touch one of his fangs.

“Tamara,” Erik grabbed her hand, “Can I watch you?”

“W—watch me?” She felt her face heat up.

“I’ll sit right here and watch you touch yourself.”

After an internal struggle, she slowly laid back and nervously looked up at Erik.

“I can’t sleep when you keep moaning in my ear.” Erik said.

Tamara fixed the straps to her nightgown and one shaky hand came down to lift her nightgown. He couldn’t see her pussy when she dropped her legs open, but he could see the wetness she created in her white panties. She turned her head away from Erik, eyes closed while her fingers rubbed slow circles around her clit.

Erik sat there with his fists clenched, eyes low and his mouth watering to taste her. He’d never wanted a pussy in his mouth this bad since his wife. She smelled out of this word. A pleasant floral scent wafted from her skin and she smelled like honey in between. She whimpered, refusing to moan, and it frustrated Erik. He could see her hand moving rapidly. And Erik could hear how gushy and wet she was.

“Fuck, Tamara, you sound so sexy…it’s okay to moan…it’s just me and you in here…you look so beautiful…”

She turned her head towards him finally. The tops of her breasts were teasing his eyes. She was pleasantly horny and being such a naughty girl. She licked her lips at him and that pretty mouth fell open.

“That pussy is so wet…how do you want me to eat that pussy, baby?”

“I…”

Her legs shook and Erik grunted.

“That was my third orgasm.” Tamara giggled into her pillow.

“Take your panties off.”

Tamara sat up and slipped her panties off.

“Give them to me.”

She slid them over to Erik and he snatched them up, smelling the soaked crotch of her panties. She watched him, aroused at how much he loved her smell. He placed them within the pocket of his jeans and looked over at her. Tamara gained enough confidence to place her fingers against his lips. Erik licked them while his eyes were locked on hers.

“Tamara…”

She tilted her head at him. Erik’s cold hand reached out to stroke the gold anklet on her left ankle.

“What does the E stand for?”

“It’s for my middle name. Elicia.”

“That’s pretty,” His fingers dragged up the back of her calf, “pretty just like you…”

“Erik?”

“Just say the word, Tamara, and I’ll taste you. I’ll eat you and make you cum…”

She stared at him with desperation. Erik waited, his eyes searching hers.

“Yes,” She whispered.

Say less. Erik had her on her back in top speed. He climbed on top of her and kissed her deeply, passionately, hungrily. Tamara raked her fingers through his locs, pulling on them whenever Erik would tongue her down. He used his fingers to gently pull the straps of her nightgown down one by one, revealing her c cup breasts with perfectly round areolas and small nipples. He studied them closely — every blemish, freckle, and mole.

“Beautiful,” Erik looked at her, “You’re beautiful, Tammy.”

He let her hair down and continued to trail his kisses down her neck. Tamara moaned softly, thrusting her chest up. Erik kisses down the side of her neck, over her jawline, between her breasts and then each nipple. Tamara cupped the back of his head when he finally wrapped his lips around a nipple. Her head went back and she whimpered repeatedly.

The pounding of her heart was deafening. Erik couldn’t stop it if he could. The veins in her breasts aided in the hardening of her nipples against his tongue. He imagined the taste of her blood on her breasts. The constant cries and whimpers had his dick so hard. Erik popped a nipple out of his mouth and Tamara looked down at him.

“Why did you stop?” She fussed between breaths.

“I want you to take this dress off…please?”

Erik wasn’t used to saying please.

“Okay,” Tamara sat up, breasts mouthwatering.

She lifted the nightgown over her head and sat it on the bed next to her. Erik’s eyes dragged down her body. She had the softest most delicate skin. The most beautiful brown skin. Erik could see the top of her pussy and it was completely hairless. Smooth like satin.

“Lay back for me, baby girl.”

Tamara made herself comfortable on her elbows. Erik was kneeling above her with her legs pressed together.

“I’m nervous,” Tamara admitted.

Erik kisses both of her knees to relax her.

“There’s nothing to be nervous about. Open up for me, Tammy.”

She chewed on her bottom lip before spreading her thighs slowly. He could see her legs trembling. The more she opened her legs, the stronger the smell of her sex. It took all of his supernatural strength to hold back from forcing her legs open and pinning them back at the ankles with brunt force. He had to remind himself that she is inexperienced with this. He had to ease her into the pleasures.

When her legs finally fell open, Erik let out a deep groan. It was possible to have the most perfect pussy. Fat, juicy, and a work of art that needed to be a canvas painting in his room. The wishbone shape of her inner folds were engorged with her arousal and he could literally see the remnants of cum leaking from her tight opening. He could kiss this pussy all night long. He needed all that pink in his mouth right now.

“Mmm…mmm…mmm.”

Erik dipped his head between her legs and started kissing her outer lips. She watched him with curiosity, sweet moans filling the room. He resurfaced, looking up at her with deep desire.

“Thank you for giving me the honor to eat this beautiful pussy.” Erik said.

He used his entire mouth and began sucking. She’d never felt this before. It was intense. He sucked everywhere. She sat there on her elbows watching him with timid eyes and parted lips. Whenever he would suck on her clit, Tamara would whimper with a tremble of her inner thighs. His tongue flicked and dragged all over her pussy, loving the way it tasted.

“Please don’t stop,” Tamara whispered.

She placed one hand on the back of his head when he was back on her clit again. Tamara was startled by Erik tapping her wet entrance with his finger. She sounded like a puddle down there.

“Erik,” Tamara thrust her hips, tilting her pussy into his mouth further. He stopped sucking her clit to look at her.

“Whatchu want?” Erik asked.

Tamara looked anywhere but at him, “I want you to finger me…”

He really wanted to stuff her with some big dick.

“You gotta look at me and ask, Tammy.”

She looked at him, “I want you to finger me.”

“I’ll give you whatever you want.”

With his middle finger, he took his time sinking in. She instantly clamped down on his finger. When Erik went to pull his finger back before pushing it back in, her walls were acting like a suction. He could only imagine how that would feel on his dick. Mmm.

“You’re so tight, baby…”

He couldn’t believe how wet and tight she was. He tried adding his ring finger and Tamara hissed.

“Did I hurt you?”

“Your fingers are thicker than mine.”

“I’ll go slower.”

She relaxed as best as she could. Erik needed to add another finger. The more she opened up, the easier it would be to fit his dick in. He’s girthy with length and a fat tip to match. Too much for Tamara to handle right now.

“Tammy…you gotta keep your legs open and out of the way.”

Or I’ll do it for you

“I can’t help it–oh my goddess—”

He had two fingers knuckle deep. Erik wasted no time pumping. He kissed along her inner thighs and watched her face. She had her eyes closed and her head thrown back. Her breasts were bouncing and her hair was frizzy and wild. She was mesmerizing.

“You are making a big fuckin’ mess on my fingers, baby…look at this pretty pussy.”

Tamara watched Erik finger her. In and out, in and out, she moaned his name and all over his hand she came. Erik savagely licked his hand and the cum from her pussy. Sitting up, Erik with his speed pinned her legs back. He smirked down at her before going in to eat her again.

“Erik,” Tamara moaned.

She didn’t want him to stop. He had her clit between his lips again and she could feel herself getting close again. His primal eyes were locked on her hazel eyes and it was the most erotic experience. He even did it when he flicked his tongue over her clit at top speed. It felt like a vibrator. She stared at him with tears of pleasure rolling down her cheeks and a strangled moan escaping her mouth. Her toes flexed towards the ceiling and she began to convulse. Her struggling moans were music to his ears.

He stuck his tongue so far up her pussy, he sucked her up everywhere, he licked and licked until he covered every inch of that pussy. His fingers went deep and he sucked them dry just to do it again. His princess was famished. Erik looked at her with his lips dripping with her cum and what would make this even better is if he could only bite into her.

Sleep overcame her within seconds and Erik watched her sleep for an hour before he covered her with her blanket and kissed her cheek. She had enough for one night and needed her rest. He fixed his erection and patted his back pocket to make sure her panties were still there. He didn’t want to leave her, but he needed to get some sleep himself. The day was approaching and he began to feel weak.

Erik climbed out of the window and jumped down, landing on his feet. With one final look up at her window, he sped off into the night and back to his new home.

Nana Sylvia was sitting in the living room the following afternoon, her stories on the TV and a fresh glass of homemade lavender lemonade in her hand. She had one elbow propped up on the back of the couch, watching Tamara pounce around the house like she was on cloud 9. Now, she’s dressed for her shift, same heavenly smile on her face.

“You’ve been in a really great mood, Sugar. The date was lovely?”

Tamara took a seat next to her grandmother for a second so she could enjoy a glass of lavender lemonade herself.

“It was great, Nana. I had a lovely time.”

Tamara smiled into her glass.

“I hope he’ll still talk to The Descendants next Friday evening about The Revolt.”

Tamara forgot to confirm that with him last night. She was so distracted with the kissing and the head…

“He’s stopping by Marco’s tonight. I’ll ask him then, okay?”

“Thank you, baby,” Nana Sylvia shut the TV off and stood up, “Let me gon’ on and get myself together. A friend of mine is taking me to the farmer’s market in about an hour.”

“I should get going too.”

Tamara grabbed both glasses and washed them while Nana Sylvia went to freshen up. She twirled the sponge inside one of the glasses, staring into space. She kept replaying last night’s events. She kept repeating the way Erik ate her pussy and fingered her. Despite the blush on her face, her legs are weak and her pussy is sore. She took a soothing bath and it helped a little. If this is what it felt like after fingering, she couldn’t imagine the discomfort when they finally have sex.

She quickly rinsed the glasses out and sat them upside down in the dish rack, drying her hands off on her shorts before grabbing her work bag and leaving the house. It was almost 3 in the afternoon and she had to hurry so she wouldn’t be late. In her beat up car, she started it up and drove off. Her eyes combed the trees across the cemetery to see if she could make out his new home but the trees were so overgrown it acted like a wall blocking it from view.

For an afternoon, Marco’s Bar and Grill was surprisingly busy. Tamara parked in her usual spot near the back door and slipped inside after Terry came out to empty trash. The country music filled her ears as Tamara combed through a pile of clean aprons, folding one in half before tying it around her slender waist. She moved carefully to the front of the house and clocked in, looking up to find Tara at the beer tap filling a glass for Detective Bellefleur.

“This is your third beer, Andy. Aren’t you on duty?”

Andy mumbled something before walking away back to his seat.

“Fuckin’ drunk red neck—Tammy!”

Tara squeezed Tamara tight.

“Bitch, I thought you were off today?”

Tamar grabbed a note pad and pin from a basket.

“I was. But since everything with Dawn and the new girl’s availability, Marco asked if I could work tonight.”

“How ya grandmama and dem’?”

“All is good with Nana. Lloyd I hadn’t seen in almost two days. The police won’t leave him alone.”

“I’m guessin’ that’s why Andy is sticking ‘round. They've been questioning a lot of men in this area. I just think Andy has it out for Lloyd.”

“How ya’ figure?” Tamara questioned.

“He’s envious. Lloyd is handsome, in shape, and a pussy magnet. Andy is the opposite of that.”

“Well, if that’s the reason then Andy can go fuck himself. Can’t control being ugly and unwanted.”

Tara laughed boisterously.

“What side does Arlene have?”

“She’s taking care of this area.”

Tamara walked over to her side around near the pool table and locked eyes with Marco chatting it up with a regular. Marco’s chocolate brown eyes locked with hers and he winked at her. He’s wearing a flannel with the sleeves rolled up and a white T-shirt underneath, faded light blue jeans, and his lucky pair of cowboy boots. His usually low cut with waves had grown out some and it’s sprinkled with gray hair to match his stubble.

Tamara walked up to an older woman she recognized but didn’t remember her name. She’s one of Nana's friends. Tamara took her order and walked around to the other tables to see if anyone needed anything. Back at the bar, Tamara went to the server’s window and called off orders to the cooks. She blew a kiss to Lafayette and took her place next to Tara with her drink tray ready.

“This is gonna be a long night,” Tamara fussed.

Tara noticed how she kept checking her phone and fidgeting like she was growing impatient. It was bothering Tara so much that she had to stop what she was doing to call Tamara out on it.

“Girl, what the hell is wrong wit’ you?!”

“I’m sorry,” Tamara smiled, “I just can’t wait to see him.”

“That vampire?” Tara asked with disgust.

“Don’t do that, Tara. I really like him…”

Tamara never felt so giddy.

“What do you like about him?”

Tamara couldn’t contain her blushing.

“He protects me, he’s an amazing kisser, he can dance and I love to dance. He’s smart, charming, strong…among other things.”

Tamara giggled at Tara’s expression.

“Bitch…you let him hit?”

“No–no. Not yet at least,” Tamara looked around before getting closer to Tara, “he went down on me.”

“What?!” Tara shouted.

Eyes fell on them and Tamara had to shush her.

“What? Tamara Elicia Bordelon!”

She couldn’t stop laughing.

“I can’t believe…” Tara raised her brows, “You nasty girl…”

“I’m still not over it. Tara…it was amazing.”

Tamara leaned against the counter and closed her eyes with contentment.

“I can’t wait to see him,” Tamara said with an angelic voice.

“Why don’t you snap out of it and take these drinks. You don’t want Marco thinkin’ something is wrong. This conversation ain’t over, Tammy!”

Tamara took her drink tray and went back to work. After clearing her tray, she slipped past Detective Bellefleur’s table.

“Tammy! I need a word with ya!”

Tamara stopped and looked at him with annoyance.

“Whatever you want to discuss can wait until I’m finished working.” Tamara sassed.

“Where has that brother of yours been? Out getting himself into trouble?”

Tamara sat her tray on the table and leaned in to Andy.

“Did you just interrogate me while I’m at work and you’re off duty?”

Andy’s pudgy face went red with anger.

“Let’s get one thing straight, Andy. My brother didn’t do this—”

“And that vampire?” He argued.

“AND Erik. Did you go to other people’s jobs and question them or did they come down to the station?”

“I offered for ya’ to come to the station—”

“And I’ve been busy. Still doesn’t give ya’ the right to ask me questions for everyone to hear.”

“When I’m detective it does!” Andy fired back.

(This freak and her vampire know something I can feel it)

(She’s so defensive. I bet she knows her brother is guilty and she’s covering for him)

(Ever since that vampire came to St. Tammany there’s been nothing but murders)

(Wouldn’t be surprised if she ends up dead next)

Tamara stormed off and bumped past Marco accidentally to get to his office. She slammed the door shut and the bar seemed to go still after that.

“Nothin’ to see here!” Marco yelled.

Tara rushed from behind the bar and she was making a beeline for Andy.

“You son of a bitch! How dare you—”

“Tara….calm down, go back to the bar. I’ll handle this.”

Tara’s chest rose and fell with rapid breaths. She looked at Marco and then back at Andy before going to comfort Tamara.

“Andy. What the hell did you do to my waitress?”

Andy gave a nonchalant shrug in response.

“You’re cut off. No more beer. It’s time for you to go.”

“You can’t throw me out! I’m the law!”

Andy slammed his beefy fist down on the table. The kitchen doors swung open and Lafayette and Andy’s cousin, Terry, came over to the table.

“Andy, c’mon cuz. You gotta go. I already called Auntie. She knows you’re coming.”

“This is some bullshit,” Andy stood up and pulled out his wallet, slapping down two crumpled up bills, “Fuck all of you!”

Marco, Lafayette, and Terry watched Andy storm out of the bar.

“Let me go see how Tamara’s doing.”

Marco walked to the back and when he approached his office door, he knocked twice and waited. He could hear shuffling and then Tara opened the door with a hand on her hip.

“Is his drunk ass gone?” She asked.

“Yeah,” Marco slipped past Tara, “Tammy?”

Tamara was lying on his leather brown sofa with her knees to her chest. Tara left them alone and shut the door. Marco sat next to her and started stroking her arm with his hand.

“It’s gonna be alright. He’s gone now.”

“I could hear everyone else’s thoughts…”

She sat up, rubbing her eyes. He could tell she’d been crying.

“Andy pissed me off so bad that I let my guard down. People really think Lloyd is responsible. They’re calling him a murderer. They think Erik put a curse on the town.”

“Tammy, you can’t let these people get to you. All they do is talk, talk, talk. Nothin’ else better to do.”

Marco took his thumb to wipe away her tears. He studied her beautiful face with longing and his eyes fell to her lips. He desperately wanted to kiss her.

“I am worried about ya’. I wouldn’t forgive myself if anything happened to ya’”

Tamara gave Marco a gentle smile before hugging him. Marco slowly wrapped his arms around her. He pressed his nose into her mane and inhaled. Hibiscus and coconut. It was lovely.

“Thanks for always checking in on me—”

Marco pressed his lips against Tamara’s soft lips. The sound of their lips smacking when he broke the kiss to look at her had his stomach fluttering. Tamara stared at him with shock, unsure of what to say at that moment.

“Say something, Tammy.”

She turned away from Marco and stood up. Marco followed her and waited for her to speak.

“Why—why did you kiss me?” She questioned.

“Because I love you, Tammy—”

“I’m Erik’s.”

Marco closed his eyes.

“This never happened, okay?”

Tamara rushed out of the office and Marco kicked the side of his desk angrily.

Tamara paced back and forth outside of his office door. She couldn’t believe her boss just kissed her. And he loves her? She took a deep breath in and held it for three seconds before walking back out to the front. When she got there, Tara was at the bar mixing drinks and there stood Luke with his tall, brawny frame. He was wearing a distressed muscle tee and denim cut offs with his work boots on his feet. His tawny skin was covered in sweat and he had his cap on backwards, the Bordelon fishing logo printed on it.

“Hey, Tammy,” He smiled at her, “How’s everything?”

Tamara returned the smile and nodded her head that everything is good.

“Marco had to get Andy out of here. He was being real disrespectful questioning Tammy about Lloyd. Where is Lloyd anyway?”

“He’s laid up with some chick. I covered for him today at the dock. I’m ‘bout to go cook up some crawfish for my mama and dem.”

Tamara was too distracted to even pay attention. Marco walked out and he glanced over at her with sad eyes before entering the kitchen.

“Tammy?” Luke called out to her.

“Yeah—sorry–I gotta get back to work. Good seeing ya’ Luke.”

“Hey,” Luke grabbed her hand gently, “Don’t forget about lookin’ into a new car. I spotted your car out back and we really should get ya’ a new one.”

“Shit, I forgot all about that—I’ll let you know.”

She squeezed Luke’s hand affectionately and walked off.

“You got it bad Luke,” Tara teased.

“And what about you and Lloyd?” Luke asked.

“We ain’t talkin’ ‘bout me and Lloyd!”

“Mhm,” Luke took a seat at the bar. He grabbed the neck of his bottle of Bayou Peche IPA and took a swig while his eyes never left Tamara, “I’d like to take her out sometime. Wine and dine her. Spoil her.”

“Not if your mama can help it,” Tara laughed.

“Ain’t my mama business.”

Tara shakes her head and walks away to the other end of the bar to make drinks.

As the day turned into night, the bar became overwhelmingly busy. Lloyd showed up with Luke and a couple of their friends. Tamara noticed a pretty girl clinging to Lloyd’s arm and Tamara had never seen this girl around before. She’s 5’5, brown skin, sandy brown hair styled in a sleek bun, and a tight lime green dress hugging her curves. She was covered in tattoos and piercings and had this commanding energy about her. Tara spotted Lloyd and when her eyes fell on the girl she rolled her eyes and went back to yelling at some drunk man.

“I’ll be out with your hamburger and fries,” Tamara rushed over to the servers window, “Hamburger with Cajun fries!”

“Coming!” Lafayette shouted.

The doors opened up and Tamara turned around just in time to see Erik strolling in. He wore a black muscle tee with a graphic of Billie Holiday on it. He had on gray denim joggers and on his feet gray and black Jordan’s. He accessorized with his favorite tungsten jewelry and added multilayered leather bracelets to his wrists. He stood there, staring Tamara up and down before curling a finger for her to come to him. She walked up to him and Erik tilted her chin up before leaning down to kiss her.

Everyone in that bar watched him tongue her down. Tara had to remake a beer because she had overflowed it. Lloyd and Luke watched with disapproval. Marco was furious. And the other patrons whispered. Tamara refused to let her shields down.

“That was unexpected,” she whispered.

Erik smirked, “I missed you.”

“I missed you too,” Tamara tucked her chin and batted her lashes bashfully.

Erik grabbed her hand and brought it to his lips to kiss. Tamara’s lips parted and she felt her eyes glaze over with desire.

“I’ll be waiting for you.”

Tamara slipped her hand out of Erik’s and he tapped her on the booty with a bite of his lip for good measure. As he walked with his sinful gait, his onyx eyes scanned the bar. People seemed to cower beneath his gaze, some were in a trance, others were angry with his presence. Erik didn’t give a fuck about any of it. He flopped down in a vacant booth seat with his legs swinging and his arms draped over the back of the seat. Tamara brought him out a chilled bottle of O negative and placed it in front of him.

“Figured you might be thirsty,” She smiled at him.

Erik sat up and with his hand he snaked it up the back of her leg and over her ass. Tamara rocked back and forth with a big smile.

“Thank you, princess.”

“You’re welcome. Hey, I meant to ask. Would you still be able to talk to The Descendants at the church next Friday evening? Nana wanted me to ask.”

“Of course.” Erik opened his True Blood.

“Okay,” Tamara lingered, “I’ll be back to check on you.”

Erik chuckled.

“I’m not goin’ anywhere, baby. Go ahead.”

Tamara turned to leave with a pout. She made it back to the bar and locked eyes with Tara who was giving her a ‘we need to talk’ look. The doors opened with a hard shove and in walked the three vampires Tamara dreaded ever seeing again.

Diane, Bruce, and Woo.

They walked in like they owned the place. Tamara glanced over at Erik nervously and he was already looking at her. All three vampires made their way over to Erik and made themselves comfortable. Tamara gathered courage and strolled over to the table. Erik’s eyes shot up at her and he didn’t look happy about her coming up to the table.

“If it isn’t the pretty little human!” Diane laughed, “So, this is where you work? How adorable.”

Bruce and Woo laughed.

“Can I get ya’ anything?” Tamara asked, clicking her pen.

“Already got our meals covered, darling. But thanks for being so sweet.” Bruce said.

“Erik,” Diane reached out to stroke his hand, “We’ve been looking for you. Wanna get out of here and have some fun like the old days?”

“Got a real treat for you back at Tia’s,” Woo said.

“Why do I get the feeling this isn’t a request?” Erik said.

Tamara could sense something was off.

“Nothing suspicious going on! We just miss you,” Diane drapes her long leg over Erik and licks the side of his face, “Why don’t you come and play with us?”

Tamara squeezed her notepad hard. She glared at Diane for the audacity.

“Get your leg off of him.” Tamara spoke with rage.

Woo and Bruce exchanged looks.

“Excuse me?” Diane turned and looked at Tamara as if she lost her mind, “What the fuck did you say to me?”

“Back off, Diane,” Erik warned.

Diane looked from Tamara to Erik and laughed.

“Aww. You two are together?! How cute!”

Tamara’s eyes twitched. She looked at Erik who was just sitting there allowing Diane to throw herself all over him. What was he doing?

“Erik?” Tamara folded her arms.

“Why don’t you get back to waiting tables, honey.”

“There’s a stain on that one there,” Bruce pointed to the table behind her.

Tamara didn’t hide the hurt in her eyes. Erik clenched his jaw and held her gaze.

“Why don’t we go pay Tia a little visit.” Diane whispered to Erik, “She’d be happy to know you’re doing just fine with your little obsession.”

Tamara stood confused. The name Tia stood out to her. She locked eyes with Erik again to see if he would speak but to her disappointment, he remained silent. What was he so afraid of? He’s older and stronger than all three of them. He could take them all out with a snap of his fingers.

“Erik, what’s going on?” Tamara asked.

“Go back to work, Tammy.” Erik replied with a stern voice.

Diane, Bruce, and Woo slid out of the booth, looking down on Tamara. Erik stood up and Diane wrapped an arm around his waist. Tamara glared at him and Diane cocked her head to the side, studying Tamara’s face with amusement.

“It’s okay, little human chick, he’ll only be gone a little while.”

Diane’s hand strokes Tamara’s cheek and she slapped her hand away causing Diane to grip her wrist. Erik grabbed Diane by the back of her neck and flung her across the room where she landed on her back hard. Lloyd, Luke, and Marco had pool sticks in their hands, making their way over to them. Bruce and Woo turned on Erik, crouching down in an attack stance with their fangs. Diane moved with accelerated speed and snatched Tamara up by her hair.

She screamed, gaining Erik’s attention who tried rushing to her aid but Bruce body slammed him on the table, breaking it in the process. Erik expertly reversed so that he was on top of Bruce and he lifted Bruce up by his neck with a sharp piece of broken wood to his chest, ready to strike. Woo tried to lunge at Erik but Erik was too swift, knocking Woo back so hard he slid to the other side of the bar. Erik stabbed Bruce in the chest which was enough to wound him and back hand slapped Diane so hard blood splattered.

“Hey! Back off my sister, fanger!” Lloyd shouted with rage.

“I think it’s time for y’all to leave!” Marco yelled.

The vampire trio looked at the sticks in their hands and laughed.

“You can’t be serious? You pathetic humans! What the fuck is a pool stick gonna do—”

“Wanna find out?” Luke said.

All at once, everyone got up and scurried to the front. Lloyd pulled out his gun and pointed it at Woo’s head.

“I’ll put a bullet in your fucking head!” Lloyd shouted.

“Just leave, we don’t want no trouble, Tammy,” Marco motioned for her to come to him, “C’mere.”

She took one step and Erik gripped her wrist. Tamara tried to pull her arm back. Lloyd turned his gun on Erik.

“Let go of me!” Tamara screamed.

Erik looked at her with a mixture of confusion and anger.

“Tammy!” He yelled.

“GET YOUR HANDS OFF OF HER!”

Lloyd pulled the trigger and Erik was swift on his feet in a blink of an eye, snatching up Lloyd’s gun. His fangs popped out and he was chest to chest with Lloyd, eyes wild and menacing.

“Stop it, Erik!” Tamara shouted with tears in her eyes.

“You stay the fuck away from her or it’s war,” Lloyd growled.

Erik smirked dangerously at him.

“She’s mine.”

“This is fun,” Diane said with a vicious smirk.

“She don’t belong to you,” Luke grabbed Tamara’s hand.

“Get the fuck out! All of ya’!!!!”

Erik held his hand out for Tamara to take and she refused to go with him.

“I don’t want anything to do with you,” Tamara spoke with a tremble in her voice.

“This is getting boring. You coming or not, Stevens?” Woo said while inspecting his nails. Bruce wasn’t too happy about Erik still tagging along after being stabbed.

“I was hoping for more blood to shed! I could use some fresh blood,” Diane spoke excitedly.

“Just go,” Tamara wiped her tears away. “Fucking go!”

Erik backed away towards the door and Diane, Bruce, and Woo were right behind him. They dashed at lightning speed out of the bar and Tamara broke down.

“Tammy,” Lloyd wrapped his arms around his sister, “It’s okay…you’re safe.”

“That was some scary shit,” Luke had a hand to his chest.

“He showed his true colors. How could he put her in danger like that?” Marco said.

“Because he’s a vampire. They don’t have feelings. All they know is to kill. It was only a matter of time before he tried to attack Tammy.”

Tamara shoved away from Lloyd and ran to the back of the bar. She grabbed her things in a rush, so ready to get out of there and away from everyone. She couldn’t understand why Erik would disrespect her like that? Embarrass her in front of everyone?

“Hey, Tammy,” Tara and Lafayette wrapped their arms around her, “Shhh, it’s okay, girl. I’m so sorry.”

“I just need to get out of here.”

“I’ll take her home.”

Lloyd and Luke walked up with Marco trailing behind.

“I can drive.” Tamara argued.

“Not that piece of shit. I’m takin ya’ back to Nana’s. Let’s go.”

Luke grabbed her things and walked out behind Lloyd. Marco rubbed her back before watching her walk out of the bar. Luke helped her in the back seat and she laid down with tears streaming down her face. Just when everything was going so well. Maybe it was for the best.

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lilveeblog · 6 months

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late night phone calls

back with another little!reader and cg!willifer because it cures me

everyone also loved the last one !

reminder that requests are open, pls send them to my inbox :)) love you all lots

it was late at night and you couldn’t sleep. you had come out of your headspace earlier in the day and had settled yourself down for bed. now, Will was fast asleep in his own bed and you felt guilty. he’d been busy with work recently so you didn’t want to disturb his sleep. JJ was out of town working a case.

you sat on the front porch, looking up at the night sky. it was chilly, but you weren’t shivering. you had your mama’s big coat on. it smelt like her and it wrapped around you so tightly. you missed her a lot when she was away, more than you’d ever admit. some days were harder than others.

what you loved most about your relationship with JJ was she was your caregiver and best friend all in one. that was how it all started, you were best friends and she knew about the regression. when she met Will and realised they were both infertile, they lost all hope until you regressed around the pair for the first time. ever since then, you’d been their little baby. their angel. but no matter what, when not in your headspace, you were still JJ’s best friend and she didn’t see you any less.

sighing, you sent her a text. it was a small ‘hey’, mainly just to start up a conversation. you wanted her badly, big or little. almost immediately, your phone began ringing. it was a facetime request and you smiled, picking up.

“hello you,” she cooed down the phone.

“hi,” you replied, rubbing your eyes. yes, she was your best friend but you were tired and just the sound of your caregivers voice wanted to make you slip.

“what you doing up? isn’t it like 3am?” she asked. she didn’t use her mama voice, seeing you weren’t regressed which you appreciated. you both knew that being small now, when outside and alone, wouldn’t help things.

“Will is fast asleep and i was awake watching a movie for a while then just needed some fresh air. how’s the case?”

“it’s okay. everyone’s resting now.”

you carried on the small talk until a big yawn escaped your small body. your entire body stretched out, feeling the exhaustion of the day come over you.

“why don’t you head inside?” jj said softly. you nodded, that was a good idea. “don’t forget to lock the door.”

you headed inside and slipped off her coat. you saw her smile widely as she realised it was hers. you blushed and hurried up the stairs to your bedroom.

“you in your pjs?” she asked, her mama voice was coming out more now and you needed it.

“no yet,” you whispered down the phone.

“get them on then love. have you brushed your teeth?”

JJ talked you through your nighttime routine at 3am and you sighed, feeling the regression really take over you. you slid to the bathroom floor after you’d had a wee, done your teeth and washed your face.

“go crawl into bed my little love,” JJ whispered, tired herself.

“mama,” you whined.

“go crawl into dada’s bed then baby,” she chuckled - reading your mind. you smiled and nodded. you wanted cuddles with your dada.

you pushed open his bedroom door and turned the camera round so your mama could see his drooling face. she giggled.

“get under the covers carefully love, don’t wake him up.”

“what bout cuddles ma?” you grumbled.

“cuddle him carefully, he’ll probably snuggle up to you in your sleep princess.” she was getting more tired now. with the darkness around you both, sleep was inevitable.

“mama!” you groaned loudly as you tried to get comfortable.

“hey hey, you’re okay,” she murmured. “shuffle around, deep breaths. mama’s here.”

just hearing her voice settled you and you soon got comfy.

“close them eyes little one,” your mama said. you did so and then felt your dada’s strong arms pull you close to him.

“i’ve got her jay,” dada said into the phone.

“thank you baby, you give each other extra big cuddles for me.” she was on the brink of sleep herself. you rolled over and curled into your dada.

“night mama i loves wo,” you muttered down the phone softly.

“goodnight angel, i love you so much.”

“goodnight my love, i love you.” Will said to her too.

“goodnight baby. i love you too.”

the three of you fell asleep together. although your mama was at the other side of the country, it still felt so comforting hearing her soft breaths at the other end of the phone. you could see strands of her blonde hair in the soft light too and you couldn’t wait to have it tangled around your fingers again. you snuggled closer to your dada in your sleep, clinging to him and he held you tighter.

you loved your little family more than anything.

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rachi-roo · 9 months

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i have loved reading all of your fics! could you do one that is lee!bakugo and ler!todoroki? hope you are doing well!!

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My Hero Academia: Cooking up trouble!

Weeeee! Finally, another fic is out! I really appreciate all the support you've given me recently, and thank you, anon, for this request! These two are such a mismatched pair. Their dynamic is so fun! XD

Summary: After Shotos' attempt at potato chopping goes wrong, he's forced to deal with an angry Chef Bakugo his own special way.

Characters: Ler!Shoto, Lee!Bakugo, mentions of other 1A students.

Tw: Swearing

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"Damn it, Icey-Hot! How are you so bad at this!?" A certain explosive blonde snarled as he looked at the miss-shapen potatoes that Todoroki had been peeling for the classes dinner.

The bowl of oddly cut spuds made Bakugo want to cry or hurt someone. Or both. They were supposed to be sliced into thin circles to make chips. Instead, they were odd bolder shapes. He angrily moved Todoroki away from the counter, taking the knife from his hand.

"What's wrong with them?" The raspberry ripple hero asked, tilting his head as he was placed by the door.

"What's wrong with you!? These potatoes are less straight than Deku!"

"Heeeey!" Dekus little voice grumbled from the lounge.

"SHUT IT! Anyway, they won't cook properly if they aren't thin enough. And they're cook unevenly too. Uuugh... Now I gotta get a new bag of them and do it myself and-" Bakugo grumbled on, swearing and fussing under his breath as he stomped around the kitchen, finding an unopened pack of fresh potatoes.

Shoto blinked as he watched Bakugo angrily start cutting up their dinner with his back to him. His flighty little mind thinking over the situation. Angry Bakugo is never nice to deal with. Maybe there's a way he could cheer him up?

Maybe that would work? It always helped brighten Dekus mood.

He smiled, approaching Bakugo quietly as he continued to grumble.

"I'm stuffing you in a box and shipping you all the way to the UK so Ramsey can train you u-HUP!" Bakugo jolted, arching his back away from a sudden tickly sensation. He turned quickly, glaring at Shoto, who stood with two, pokey index fingers, poised and ready.

"What are you doing?" Bakugo asked, setting the knife on the counter. Maybe the airhead just wanted some attention?

"I'm making you happy again. Or the food will taste bad." Shoto said plainly, his expression soft. Still pretty vacant as usual, but with a hint of a smile.

"The food will taste bad if I'm not happy?"

"Yes."

"First of all, my food always tastes awesome. And second of all, I don'tneed to be made happy. I'm fine."

".... You're lying."

"I am not! You just- hey, HEY! Back off!" Bakugo stammered as Todoroki casually reached for Bakugos sides, squeezing ever so lightly.

The light touch already had Bakugo biting back a smile as he tried to lean away from Shotos teasing fingers. His back met the counter, unable to shimmy any further. Shoto used that opportunity to attack!

"Got you." He smiled, suddenly shifting his hands up to Bakugos' worst spot. Below the underarms above the ribs. When it comes to Bakugo, you have to strike hard and fast, or face the consequences!

"GYAHA! N-No! I-Icehey-hyAHAAAA!" The blonde crumbled, his arms immediately clamping to his sides as he leaned against the counter, sliding down the surface and plopping onto the kitchen tiles with Shotos tickling fingers following.

"GEHEet offa meeeEHEHE! AHA! SHIHIT!"

"I do this to Midoria when he's sad too. It seems to have the same effect on you. I'm glad."

Shoto hummed, using very little effort to make Bakugo squirm under his touch. It was just so easy!

He drummed his fingers up and down Bakugos sides, causing the boy to curl in on himself, trapped between Shoto and the kitchen counter.

"Damn ihit! StAAHA! I-I'm n-nAHA! NOT SAD!" Bakugo howled as he made helpless attempts at grabbing Shotos hands. Nothing worked! Every time he thought he had a wrist gripped, Shoto managed to just slip out and tickle him again

"StahaAHAHAP! Y-You- I-IhIHI'M not making you DINNER!"

Shotos hands stilled. What? No dinner? But, Bakugo always helps with dinner! This won't do. No. Not at all!

"No dinner?... Well. What if I keep tickling you until you agree to cook?" Bakugo shot him a glare. How dare he threaten him like that!

"You wouldn't..." A silence fell between the two, staring at each other, a smirk growing on Shotos face.

"Hey... Icey-hot... OI! Don't just stare like that! I'll kiHIHIII! AHAHA! STAHAHAP! Fuhuck!"

"You know very well the rest of us can't cook. You're our only hope." Todoroki deadpanned as he spidered over Bakugos tummy, switching between different tickle spots to keep him overwhelmed and unable to escape.

The fact that Shoto was so calm and expressionless made the situation ten times worse for Bakugo. He couldn't read the situation properly. It was awful! Not that Bakugo could really see much with his eyes scrunched shut, forcing tears of mirth down his cheeks.

He wasn't giving up though!

"I-I'll nEHE-! NEVER! Never CAHAHA! CooHOHOOK! AGAHAHAIN! GahaHYAHA!"

Shoto smirked briefly, deciding to take things up a notch. He stuffed his hands up Bakugos shirt, using his Quirk to make one set of fingers warm, and the others awfully cold. A cruel and conflicting method.

A shriek left Bakugos' mouth as he felt the icey cold didgets pressed against his bare ribs, sending a shock wave up his spine.

"FFFAHAHACK! Noho! NahahaAHAAA!" He flailed, arching his back as he twisted and turned this way and that to try avoid the relentless, freezing, fingers!

Every time he leaned from the icey coldness, he was reminded that the warm hand was still there, attacking his worst spot whilst the cold fingers switched to another when he was distracted. There was no escape. Maybe he'd have to surrender?

"SHIHIT! N-NooOOHO! Ah! HAHA! IHICEY- SHIII-!" The blonde's laughter fell silent as Shoto latched onto his worst spot again, upper ribs, below armpits. He was going to make sure Bakugo never threatened to leave them hungry again!

"Hmm, Midoria also reacts when I say tickle. Does it affect you, too? Tickle, tickle." Shoto smiled, repeating the word in his near monotone voice, making poor Bakugis face light up like a Christmas tree! A pretty crimson red.

"S-ShuHUT- AAAAHHHH-!.... UWAH! F-FuhuHAHAK!" Again, his laughter went quiet before he gasped for air. His head threw back, mouth agape as the endless stream of laughter flooded forth.

"Is someone dying in here?"

All the commotion had gained the attention of the rest of class 1-A. A curious Sero peered around the island counter, spotting Bakugos flailing legs sticking out from behind. One of his slippers had been thrown as he kicked and squirmed.

The rest of the class stood in the doorway, grinning from ear to ear at the sight.

"I think he's had enough, Roki." Sero continued, chuckling as he watched Bakugo make another desperate attempt at grabbing his attackers hands.

Shoto stilled his hands, giving Bakugo the chance to finally catch his breath, as he looked up at Sero innocently.

"Bakugo said he wouldn't make us dinner." He explained. Missing out the part where it was partly his own fault.

"Ooooh..." Sero nodded in understanding. He looked at the dishevelled Bakugo on the floor tiles, smirking as he made an attempt at glaring. It wasn't very convincing through that veil of happy tears and rosy cheeks.

"Well," the tape weirder shrugged. "We can't have that now, can we?" He shot Bakugo a cheeky smirk. "As you were, Roki. Call if you need any assistance." He chuckled.

"W-Wait! Hey! Soy sauce face! That's not your decision to mAHAHAKE! NAAAHAHAAA-!"

"Let us know when dinners ready, kay?" Sero called back with a wave as he left with the rest of the class. Condemning Bakugo to his tickly doom!

Shoto looked at Bakugo, casually continuing to tickle him all over.

"I want Soba."

"S-Stuff your damn SOHOBA! DAHAHAHMN IT!"

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Thank you for reading~ ✨️

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What's your favourite episode of 13's run and why?

Ok! I surprisingly enough do have a favorite episode… but it’s by such a small margin I’ve made an executive decision to talk about 2 other of my favorites episodes and then a few honorable mentions and why I love them

I’m half sorry for how long this is, I’m fully sorry for the fact that it took a while to actually put my thoughts to words

We’re starting with my absolute favorite because that’s what was asked lol. The Power Of The Doctor is my favorite episode, the plot is fun but it’s really the characters that make me love it so much! Every character that shows up is used really well.

Yaz is absolutely the star of the episode. I love her in every episode but especially in this one she shines a lot. She takes charge so well and really does fill the docs shoes with flying the tardis and making the plans and all that jazz. Her interactions with everyone is amazing to watch but especially the master, their dynamic is so interesting to me! Mandip also does a great job portraying emotions in this one- her anger at the master, and sadness about 13 regenerating in particular is one of my favorite parts. Also yaz with a gun is hot, and I fully believe she woulda shot the master if he gave her a reason so this episode would be in my top five just for that

Speaking of the master! This is 100% his best appearance. The dancing, the outfit, his interactions with yaz being a mix of cruel and endearing, in a way? Maybe that’s not the right word… interesting at the very least. The way he talks to her like they’re friendly, like they both know the doctor very well… kinda like they’re two sides of the same coin, in a way?

13 is lovely in this episode. A) I ADORE the navy version of her coat and am so happy they brought it back in the inbetween cliff (or whatever that was) B) her regeneration might just be one of my favorite scenes, even if it pains me to watch (ignoring 14’s existence for this) and the hologram is so smart (btw does yaz still have that? Do you think it activates still?) also love the fugitive doctor appearance even if it was hologram form. Her comforting yaz, their conversation, the icecream <333333

Love ace and Teagan and vinder, they’re all great but especially ace is SO FUN and I love her interactions with graham(did they flirt?) who btw, I love that he was right back! Too bad Ryan isn’t there tho, it’s fun to see how the dr leaving affects the companions, the bitterness Teagan holds is definitely a really fun bit that I’m glad they included. Also Kate is amazing as she always is! Dan wasn’t that bad either but I’m still glad he didn’t stick around

Also! I really like the plot! I saw someone complain about having all 3 cybermen, daleks and the master in the same episode but honestly it was just super fun- and the master was really the main villain with the cybermen and daleks as minor/background/subvillains. I much approve fun plots over anything else and having the master dance to Rasputin is very fun!

Onto The Woman Who Fell To Earth!

Yes, 13’s first and last appearance are my favorite episodes! This will be much less in depth but I did recently rewatch this one so it’s as fresh in my mind as the first.

I really like how… snappy they all are, in a weird way? The fam kinda mellow out through the series, especially Graham. Theyre all somewhat aggressive in this one and it’s very fun! It’s too bad grace died… she’d have made a great companion

Also the plot, the plot is great. 13 making her own sonic, not remembering who she is but knowing she has to help people, picking up the first humans she sees (which she has a habit of throughout the series, lol), being super smart! Just lovely! Also her in a suit is hot

“I’m calling you yaz, cuz we’re friends now.” Is 100% one of my favorite quotes too

Also Swiss army sonic should’ve been a running gag, it’s funny! I think that’s everything- my thoughts on this episode are very disconnected but oh well

My third favorite: the witch finders!

I’m not actually sure why I love this episode so much? Actually yes I do, soaked 13 is hot- that’s not the only reason tho, promise.

The fam is great, as always, but especially yaz this episode. It portrays how kind she is really well! 13 experiencing sexism and being pissed about it is also really cool, I kinda wish we got at least one other episode where it happened but I understand why we didn’t . Also the king being gay for Ryan is funny as fuck and I didn’t notice it my first watch

The background(side?) characters are also really good- the possessed lady is a fun antagonist, and the king is wonderfully incompetent at his job.

Also 13 telling them not to interfere and then immediately interfering is fantastic. I don’t think I have much to say about this one? I just really like it

Honorable mentions!

The timeless children, solely for the scene with Graham and yaz being family and for yaz being halfway to the portal by the time Graham is done asking who’s first- tbh this is my least favorite appearance for the master and I think the cybermasters are stupid so

Arachnids in the uk I love yaz’s family, i love jade, i love that the bitch ceo gets schooled by women in stem and yaz’s mom, i like that when asked if she and the doctor are together yaz’s response is “we’re [just?] friends!” But when asked the same about ryan it’s a very emphatic “no!”, I love “more of the universe… more time with you.”

Demons of the punjab “we can’t have a universe with no yaz!”, young umbreen is so much like yaz it’s amazing, i love yaz in this episode (this, ive realized, doesn’t say much, I love her in every episode), the plot is really fun and again i love yaz’s family

The legend of the seadevils my beloved gays. The characters are all really fun, the plot is great, all the thasmin moments I love and they hurt my heart, and Dan has a stupid outfit!

Eve of the daleks once again: my beloved gays! The plot is so fun, and even though the side characters aren’t my favorite I still really like them

Fugitive of the judoon FUGITIVE DOCTOR MY BELOVED <333333 also Jack is cool

Oh also My least favorite is resolution because it’s boring. Ok I think that’s everything… hope you don’t regret asking!

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The ghosts came out to play

Summary: Harry and Y/N attend a Halloween party…

Content warnings: fluff??????

Word count: 3.1k

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Harry wasn’t so sure about dressing up that night. Yes, it was Halloween. Yes, they had been invited to a party. But no, he wasn’t in the mood to put together a few items just to try look like a movie or a book character, or even like a celebrity he might or might not know. At 35 years old, custom parties were no longer his thing, and he didn’t find Halloween as fun as before.

Y/N knew that, and of course she was more than okay with him not dressing up, but she did. Her outfit was all black: black t-shirt, black stockings, black short skirt and black boots. Nothing Halloween themed, until she added a devil horn headband and a red tail. Now she was officially a little devil, and Harry couldn’t help but chuckle the moment she walked into his bedroom fully dressed up.

“That’s gotta be your most self-explanatory costume till date, darling.”

“Oh, shut up,” she retorted, jokingly smacking his arm, which only caused him to laugh harder. His arms wrapped around her waist, and pulled her close enough to kiss her, her red lipstick slightly staining his lips. She giggled at such sight, before passing her thumb over them to clean them off.

“I’m so excited for tonight,” she smiled.

“You are?,” he mirrored her expression. Her happiness was always so contagious, and that was just one of the many things he loved about her.

Y/N nodded, pecking at his lips again, “I’ve the feeling it’s gonna be a good night.”

After dating for a bit longer than a year, Y/N was thrilled to be getting to know more about him. She had recently met his family, and that night was about to meet some of his closest friends.

Ever since their relationship started, they had been taking it slow and doing things low-key, almost hiding from the world and its sick curiosity. It was already hard enough for him to date as a famous singer and actor, so things were even more complicated now that he was a divorced man dating a girl 11 years his junior.

But Y/N had been like a breath of fresh air to him. They got introduced to each other at a friend’s birthday party and slowly hit it off; date after date and one step at a time. She soon turned into his lucky charm, the one that had helped him see things differently after having to face such a tumultuous divorce. He wanted to make her happy. If possible, as happy as she made him, so even though he would have much rather spent the night at home, watching movies, eating spooky candy and having makeout sessions every now and then, he had agreed on going to that Halloween party just because he knew she would enjoy it.

“What if I dress all black, too, and wear my red-pearl necklace? Would that match with you?,” he asked her, suddenly cheering up a bit on the whole 31st of October celebration thing.

“You sure you wanna dress up?”

“I know I said I wasn’t going to, but now you’ve made me a little envious,” he chuckled, sweetly pinching her cheek, “I don’t have anything, so maybe you can help me come up with something homemade?”

She nodded, smiling. “Of course, H. I��ve got a red trident that I’m not gonna use anymore, so I think that will be more than enough. We won’t most definitely win any couple’s costume competition, but at least we’ll look good,” she giggled, and his smile only got bigger.

When he parked in front of Niall’s house, Harry’s hands were pretty sweaty. His mind had been off all the drive there, and he was glad Y/N didn’t seem to notice while singing and humming to the songs that were playing on the radio.

At 35, he was still feeling as nervous as a 15 year-old now the he was about to introduce his girlfriend to his friends. Not because they were going to judge him for their age gap, but because it was the first girl he had been with since his separation two years back. He wanted that night to be fun and go smooth for the both of them, so hopefully it would.

“Wow, your friend Niall really went all out with the decorations,” Y/N said, admiring wide eyed the way his house had been transformed for the occasion.

Harry chuckled next to her, passing his arm around her shoulders, “The Irish always knows how to throw a party.”

Candy bowls in every table, fake spider web hanging from every single ceiling corner, and the dim light that lightened up every room gave the place the right spooky atmosphere.

“Hey! Where’s your costume?,” Niall shouted, a beer in hand as he approached his friend. Apparently, he was a Vampire; the cape and fangs gave it away.

Harry rolled his eyes, before lifting the red trident up in the air as if it was so obvious what he was dressed up as.

“You’ve always been shitty at coming up with good ones…, oh, lord. Good to see ya, mate,” the Irish man replied, bringing him into a hug, “Oh, -wait, this is her?,” Niall rose his eyebrows, looking between Harry and Y/N a couple of times the moment he noticed her standing next to each other. When he saw his British friend nodding, he smiled, pulling Y/N in for a hug, “Ah! So good to finally meet you!”

“Guess this is the poor girl that’s been bearing with your ass, Styles?,” Louis spoke, peeking behind Niall, “Y/N, right? Welcome to the squad, love.”

“Thank you. It’s so nice to finally meet you two,” she replied, smiling at the two men standing in front of her.

“So, devils?,” Louis asked them, pointing at their costumes.

“See? It isn’t so rubbish if you can guess it at first try,” Harry retorted, looking directly at Niall.

“Whatever,” this one answered, rolling his eyes, “Go make yourselves at home. There’s plenty of food and drinks for you both to have a terrific night,” he winked at them, before turning around and leave to greet someone else, Louis dismissing them a few minutes later with a small pat on their shoulders.

That was exactly what they did. They walked into the kitchen, where Harry took advantage of all the time he had spent at that house to grab the things he needed to make Y/N a drink. And of course it couldn't be any other than a Bloody Mary.

"The occasion calls for it," he smirked at her, handing her the glass. She laughed a bit, accepting it and taking a good sip.

"'S good, Styles," she passed her tongue over her lips, cleaning them.

"Thank you, miss."

"Aren't you gonna make one for yourself?"

"I don't feel like drinking tonight," he admitted, shrugging. She nodded, and entwined her arm with his before taking them to the living room, where music was blasting through the speakers as Frankenstein, the Little Mermaid, the Cookie Monster and many others danced to the rhythm..., or not at all.

"It's gotta be the scariest room in this house," Harry murmured just for her ears, looking at the dance floor.

"Harry!," she was quick to scold him between giggles, "Not everyone's lucky enough to have your moves, Mr. Treat People With Kindness."

"Right, 'm sorry," he chuckled, and she then hid her face in his jacket because she couldn’t stop laughing at his terrible joke.

In that precise moment, he was glad they were both there, and that she had managed to convince him to come to that Halloween party he didn’t even want to attend in the first place. The day he received Niall's invitation he texted him right away letting he know he wasn’t up for it. But then Y/N found the card and her eyes sparkled. She even gave him a twenty-minute rant about how Halloween night was meant to be spent outdoor at someone's house drinking extra bitter beer while plying beer pong, which seemed enough to convince him. Little did she know that what got him to agree on such plan was actually her excitement and the fact that he just couldn’t ever say no to her.

When she managed to stiffen her laugh, she looked up at him, and he took the opportunity to grab her chin and press a kiss to her lips, savouring the Bloody Mary from her tongue. "Did I tell you already how hot you look tonight?," he whispered against her mouth.

"Not yet..., no," she bit her lip, her cheeks blushing a bit.

"Alright, you two! There's an empty guest room if you wanna use it, lovebirds. Harry knowns which one I'm talking about," Niall chuckled, passing next to them.

Of course he did, he had slept there countless nights.

Y/N only blushed harder at Niall's words, while Harry's countenance turned pale.

The night Rebecca handed him the divorce papers after confessing she had been sleeping with her coworker before deciding to put an end to their marriage, that's where he slept. When she asked him to pack his things and leave the house they had bought together, that's where he went. When he had no place to stay or will to live for almost six months after their divorce was filled, that room became his shelter. And as thankful as he was and would always be for Niall for being a best friend when he needed one the most, that room, that house even, was still haunted to him.

Y/N noticed his sudden mood change, "Hey..."

"I'm fine... I just need some fresh air," he assured her. She nodded, and was ready to walk outside with him until he gestured her to wait for him there. She frowned, but just watched as he opened the front-door and disappeared.

Out in the night, Harry forced himself to take a deep breath, feeling the air escaping his lugs as he was finding it harder to breath. The memories he had been hiding in the back of his mind for so long were starting to make a comeback, reminding him how heartbroken he once felt. The past was feeling so overwhelming so out of the blue, his eyes started getting watery, and soon he was letting all his pain and frustration out in the form of tears. They ran down his cheeks desperately, wetting his face, and even though he was alone and no one could see or hear him in that state, he hid his face between his hands, using them to cushion his sobs.

He didn’t know how long he had been there for when he heard Y/N calling his name.

"Harry?"

He quickly passed his hands over his face, cleaning his wet cheeks with the back of them. He readjusted his clothes and took a deep breath, wishing his cheeks weren’t as flushed as they usually got whenever he cried.

"What happened?," she cautiously approached him.

His back was to her, so she hugged him from behind, her hands resting over his stomach. He closed his eyes, feeling relieved to have her there. He didn’t say a word. Instead, he rested his hands over hers. They stayed there in silence for a few minutes, until Y/N broke it, once she realised he had no intention of talking to her about whatever made him feel that way.

She wanted to understand why he hadn’t opened up to her yet, but deep down she couldn’t. Thirteen months together and it seemed like she was pages ahead of him when it came to their relationship. She wondered right there and then if they would ever be on the same one.

"Last month was our one-year anniversary," she softly spoke, "By then, I had already introduced you to my family and my closest friends. You, on the other hand... I've been honest with you, Harry, I opened up to you in ways I didn’t to anyone before," she gulped. He knew well enough where her words were heading to. "I've got the feeling that...," she gulped again, unable to mouth her thoughts out, scared they might be true.

He closed his eyes, not knowing she did, too. He closed them because her words hurt him, unaware his lack of them pained her.

Y/N let out a rather quiet sigh, before unwrapping her arms and turning around to make her way back inside. She had the feeling she was slowly losing a battle, and was not so sure if she wanted to stay to pick up the rubble.

"I'll go grab my things and take a taxi home," she mumbled. Then, silence. The was the last straw.

He could feel her slowly slipping though his fingers only because he was afraid of letting her in completely. During their last months together she had included him in all her family and friends gatherings, showing him how serious she was about them both. Him, however, introduced her to his mum the week before, only because Anne decided to surprise her son in his London home, not knowing Y/N, her partner, would be there as well. His mum wasn’t even aware he was in a relationship.

Harry needed to get his act together, he knew that. He didn’t know how, however. He had posponed for so long talking about Rebecca, and his feelings, and the way he was afraid of letting someone else come into his life just because he wasn’t capable of losing someone he loved again..., he didn’t know where to start. So he just got inside Niall's house, and looked for Y/N.

He found her in a corner, thanking Niall for the invitation and saying goodbye to both him and Louis. Harry cautiously approached her from behind, resting his hand in her back as he lowered his head enough to say: "Don't call a taxi, I'll drive you to your place". His friends looked at them confused, a bit conflicted wether they wanted to know what was up with them or not at all. They chose to leave and let them fix it on their own.

Y/N shook her head, before turning around to face him, "I think we both need some time alone."

Harry scratched his nose, "No, we don't. We're fine together."

"We clearly aren’t if you don’t feel like you can trust me with whatever it is you aren’t telling me, Harry," she quickly retorted, in a pissed tone that soon turned into a hurt one. Her voice cracked by the end of the sentence, and she had to pinch hard the inside of her cheek to avoid her emotions to take over. She wanted him to confide in her the same way she did on him..., was that too much to ask? "Is it me? Am I the problem?," she continued, her eyes getting watery the more she stared at his, "Didn’t I show you you can count on me the same way I can count on you? I just... don't understand why you keep pushing me away."

"Come with me," he said, and grabbed her hand, walking them both out of the living room and up the stairs. His feet took him almost instantly to that room in particular, and as soon as he was in front of it, a knot grew in his stomach. But he pushed the uncomfortable thought away and opened the door, letting her in. When he shut the door behind him, he glued his back to it, before grabbing her by the wrist and pulling her to him, his arms wrapping her in a hug.

His eyes remained closed, unable to open them and see the four walls that brought so many bad memories to him. He thought he had already escaped them, but there they were, back on his mind.

He didn’t remember a time where he had been more miserable than that one, so talking about his divorce and how it made him feel wasn’t an easy task. He them pulled away enough to fix his eyes on her face, passing a hand through it to put some strands of hair behind her ear, "You know I divorced a couple of years ago, but you don't know why: my ex-wife cheated on me," he gulped, "I came home one day and she told me she had been sleeping around with her coworker and that that was the end of us. I hadn’t really felt so strong about someone until I met her, and I truly thought we were gonna be together forever. I... I loved her,” a small sigh escaped from his lips, "Once our marriage ended, I lost my mind. She took the house, so I came here to sleep. This was my room, and until then I don’t think I have ever cried so much in my life," a sad smile peeked enough through the corners of his mouth, "I know this conversation should have happened sooner, my darling, and I’m sorry. I guess I’ve kinda been taking things slower than usual between us because I don’t want you to get tired of me like my ex did. But she’s my past and you’re my present, and I promise to prove you so from now on.”

Y/N had been silently listening to him talk, and now that he had finished, she didn’t know what to say, so she tightened her grip around him as a response. Her face hid in the crook of his neck as she told him with her hold everything she couldn’t with her voice. Harry felt relieved for finally having opened up to her, and was glad to know she wasn’t going anywhere.

“I don’t want to keep you like a secret, neither I want you to feel like one,” he mumbled, “But I do want our relationship to feel special, so that’s why I’ve been taking my time to figure out where the right time to do what was.”

“So me meeting your mum wasn’t actually scheduled for another few months?,” she replied, graciously frowning at him.

He chuckled, playing along, “Something like that, yeah.”

“Jokes aside…, thanks for telling me this, H.”

He nodded, a small smile growing between his lips. He then pressed their lips together and kissed her, their tongues soon intensifying the kiss. “Do you still want me to take you to your place?”

“Not really. Can I still stay the night at yours?”

“I find the whole question pretty offensive, if you ask me,” he replied, pecking at her lips again, “Of course you can, love. In fact, I wouldn’t like you sleeping anywhere else tonight.”

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"Gomen'nasai" chapter 03

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"Haha! So you're saying you started playing Digimon out of boredom? When I was a teenager I loved it!" he said, drinking a second glass of coke while he bought you a third drink.

"I only recently started. But it's pretty cool. Time flies easily." You said, wiping your mouth after drinking the entire drink in one go.

His hand reached for a piece of pineapple that was on the glass for decoration and ate it.

"Hey!"

"What? I like sweet. And I didn't eat dinner." He laughed, knowing you were already slightly drunk.

Any quiet drunk person can turn out to be the life of the party.

For now, you smile more often.

"One more?" he asked, pointing to the glass.

"No! That's enough for me!" You said, your hands out in front of you as you stopped him.

"Maybe water? Or juice? Drink?"

"I've had enough to drink today. Enough." You smiled at him.

"Can I get the bill?" asked the bartender.

"Yes." you replied and reached for your wallet, waiting for the amount to be given.

But before he could say how much to pay for your drinks, the white-haired man waved at him.

"We pay together!" he said with a smile.

Well... He only took two glasses of Coke... You probably took enough money from home to pay.

"How much?" You asked, waiting for the bartender to put his drinks on the bill.

But before he could say, a credit card appeared in front of him as White Hair handed it to him.

"I guess it doesn't matter how much I pay. Don't you think so?" he chuckled as he watched the man use his card to pay for what you both drank. He gave him the card back and put it in his wallet which he then put in his pocket. "Do you want to go somewhere else?"

Placing his hand on your back, he took his thin jacket and led you to the exit.

Why does he treat you so well?

First he starts talking to you. Now he paid for you.

"Thank you for paying on one bill. How much money should I pay you back?" You asked as he took a breath of fresh air as he stretched slightly.

You were there for at least two hours. You talked and drank your drinks.

"You say that to every guy when he pays for you?* he laughed briefly.

You turned your head slightly to the side.

If there was a guy you went out with somewhere before him...

"Actually, I forgot to ask how old you are."

He knew. But...

"...24." you replied.

"Ooh?? I'm 28! We're the same age!"

"I thought you'd be older."

"Why?"

"You have white hair." You laughed.

You certainly have a nice smile.

When he met you, he somehow thought how on earth you could be a curse user.

"Just because I have white hair doesn't mean I'm an old man! Can you see that I have some wrinkles??"

"You are one big walking wrinkle!"

"You're hurting me." He put his hands over his heart dramatically before laughing. "So, do you want to go somewhere else?"

"I need to buy something at the supermarket." You said, nodding in that direction.

He remembered that this was where he was supposed to bring you to Jujutsu High.

And you want to go there of your own free will?

You were just his mission.

The man he was going to take to his death.

Because his superiors ordered him, he was to kidnap you and hand you over to them. So they can execute you. Execution for nothing. You've never killed anyone. Only one person died, but you didn't kill him. It wasn't your fault.

You suffered as much because of what you did as the people who, according to the elders, are your 'victims'.

But still, you were sentenced to death.

You had a nice smile. Especially when you started smiling at him sincerely after those two hours.

An image flashed in his mind of how your dead body would lie in Shoko's office later anyway. Then you won't smile. So why did he start thinking about what your smile looks like??

Shesh... He could have just thrown you unconscious into the car instead of waiting until the moment when he would regret getting rid of that smile.

"You know, Satoru, you're really the first person here who's been this nice to me." You said suddenly. Your small smile didn't disappear from your face.

Shit... Why did he have to spend time with you and get to know you...

"To the people who know me in this town, I am a witch. Some of them really wish I wasn't here." You said quietly, looking at the ground.

"Why are you telling me this?" he asked, feeling a pang in his heart at your confession.

He just has to take you to your death.

And now he finds out that your life is neither easy nor pleasant.

He wanted to be a teacher to know that young sorcerers would not die young. You were young. You were 24 years old. And you didn't have the same life among non-sorcerers as among sorcerers.

From the very beginning when he saw you, you were only supposed to be a curse user that he would catch and bring to his execution.

"Why am I telling you this?? ...Because I thought you'd like to know who you've just been talking to all this time. So you can find out the truth about someone you paid for drinks for." Your soft smile remained on your lips as you said this, looking into his eyes.

You were really honest.

You didn't know he was a sorcerer. You didn't know why he came here. You didn't know who exactly he was.

You didn't know that you were just talking to the person who came here to take you by force to death at the hands of someone else.

His throat tightened with guilt.

You were unaware of the threat that stood before you.

And yet you didn't suspect anything after he lied about not specifically looking for you.

"Why a witch?" he asked to keep the conversation going.

"... You really want to know...?"

Not knowing any of his movements or hearing a word, you sighed.

"I have a special skill where they can tell someone to say something, and that person will do it. Many people want to use my skills, and I do it to make a living. I don't want to hear what their goal is. I just do what they want and I don't want to know more. Once a person died at the hands of a person who wanted me to ask this man to go to Hokaido... And the rumor that I killed him became popular very quickly. People are afraid that I will 'bewitch' them, rob them and kill them."

"But you didn't do anything," he said suddenly.

You looked at him with a small spark in your eyes.

"You're not the one who killed him. You're not the one committing these crimes. These are people who are just paying you to do a small favor for them. Nothing more."

"... Do you really think so...?"

A small tear fell from your eye.

This is the first time someone has told you this...

His fingers rubbed your cheek, drawing away a tear.

He used his fingers to guide your face towards him.

"Really!" He gave you a kind smile that warmed your heart.

"Isn't that our goal, Gojo-san?"

"She won't run away."

"But -."

"This is my mission. I decide what we do."

These are just rumors. He believes you are innocent. After all, he doesn't like it when someone dies at the hands of his superiors for no reason.

#jjk #jjk x you #gojo satoru #gojo x y/n #gojo x reader #jujutsu kaisen #jjk x reader #gojo #Gomen'nasai

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pushyourlackofchestout · 7 days

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| “it smells like chocolate” | george daniel | angst oneshot

TW: mentions of suicidal ideation, drugs, (weed, cocaine) and overthinking

Nightfall seems to be a time where you’d expect people to not really be awake. Sure, you had insomniacs, you had caffeine addicts, you even had those with sufficient brain space for nightmare, in which they couldn’t sleep it off and pack up to Bedfordshire for just a few hours to rid the woes..

Yet, not everyone was asleep. Not everyone was necessarily in the right mind for rest, or for just cocooning up in his house with his pet dog for his comforts, or calling his friends about the band shit they’d necessarily pull. George in fairness, seemed to be content in some alley, posing unusual for most people, especially as a near peak millenial. Alleys weren’t the place you’d hang out at, and stay quite content at. They were dank, dirty, smelling of cigarettes or piling up rubbish from overflowing bins, offering the streets of London that more of sewage scent more than urbanised society. However, despite all the negatives in this small town, he’d be in a casual outfit of a black hoodie blanketing his slim build, while his blonde tousled hair poked out in straggly ends that seemed to be more hedgehog like rather than nestled on his scalp before the hood covered it.

He wasn’t a stranger to the smell of nicotine, weed, cocaine. He was a Belgian, if anything, weed was the equivalent to cloud nine for George, as he’d then feel aimlessly by his jeans for a light so he could get the first bout of fixture, making him grumble and squint in the dark building up his tensions which frustrated quite easily given he’d not smoked yet, and his body jittered without. It was like an orgasm but in reverse, or getting off and not finishing. It was edging him, it felt unbearable until finally his fingertips ran the outline of a lighter, and he could finally have silent triumph as he’d pick it out and find himself lurching for the blunt a second time, and the flick of orange alight, oh how it made the man grin with such eagerness.

“Fuck yes, fuck yes.” He’d mutter, his dull voice coming out more reverberated rather than straightforwardly, while he’d watch the curl of the white paper shrink and disintegrate partly, leaving new ashes to wisp away into the darkness, with the fresh glow of ignition enticing him further, up until he’d place the stick from between his index and main finger, poising it into the crook of his mouth and feeling his previously abused respiratory become jacked up and caked in tar once again, with the bitterness of it running the tip of his tongue.

Again, while he’d be puffing on his cigarette, George looks out to what feels a dismal sighting, seeing as no one was really around him or his place of surrounding alleyway, — I mean who could blame them? Watching a Belgian just puffing away on some nicotine in the darkness, as he’d sit and watch the night pass by in stages, like the world saw him as pariah, and distasteful. Because, being George was distasteful here. Being not born there, was his issue. Not relating, or at least not on cultural grounds.. was a pain in the arse. The only thing jokingly in which he and Matty would share, was the love for a weed fix or doing the occasional line at a pub in the back where the boys were concealed, Ross and Hann watching them with their minds on speed dial a thousand miles an hour.

But, there was no Matty. No Ross, and sadly no Hann. Just, the lone George, and a half pack of cigarettes as he’d been smoking some on the way to this alley, which he’d not remembered until getting the most recent smoke out which was occupying his lips, feeling that highness just carry his sense elsewhere to his brain and what he’d puff out like a chimney through the nose. Smoke slow, and through his nose, and George adored his smokes like a child. A poorly cared for child, that was.

But, on the other side of this situation, his friends were worried back. They’d texted with solid left on read, they’d call with nothing but a voicemail response which was far from George’s rumbling vocals which they’d adhered to. And this for the boys back at Hann’s at the time, finally would spark back up with concern.

“I think we should check on George, it’s been over two hours without no contact from him. Bloody worrying over here..” Hann starts, while he’d watch over a partly distracted Matty playing with his son on the sofa beside him, and jokingly lifting him up and down with a cheeky grin. “Hann, you said that like half an hour back. Y’know George, he’ll find his way to us with his tracker, ‘cos we all have each other’s places on our locations.”

But, Adam wasn’t so sure. Neither was Ross by the look of things, as they’d share nervous uptight glances, all while Matty lay oblivious to everything, and only Hann’s child was in the picture.

“Has a point though.. he usually would go for a quick drag and then come back. He’s not usually this late out. Maybe one of us should go find out where he’s got to and go from there?” Ross would then ask, as he’d move from his partly recline on the sofa to sit up and ask openly to the other two, in which Hann was secretly begging for even without notice.

“Belgians do love a smoke, he told me that when going Brussels in 2016, even I still remember him sayin’ it like yesterday.” Matty responds unhelpfully, as this would cause Ross an instant standup.

“Next thing you’ll say is that because George is from Brussels, it makes more sense.” Then, you could see while Ross would pick up his once discarded jacket in which he’d worn before making it inside into homely warmth from a new radiator Adam and Carly bought to help with their son as well for in the nights. “One of you is gonna come with me too, I’m not prying George out alone.” He’d state after his jacket was now on his shoulders and running down the sides of his waist.

“What’re you being like? Acting like a dad for George’s sake?” Matty sneers, looking with a playful smirk at what Ross meant firmly and that’s when Hann would seem to side with their bassist on that matter. “Fucks sake, be serious Matty.” It was also a little bitter, as the frontman just exhaled and would finally make his way to his feet after placing Hann’s child down on the sofa to crawl to his actual dad.

“Fine, Ross you wanna go and find him?” He’d start, partly defiant from the light blows they’d given before about not being serious. “To be fair I have an idea of where he could be, but that’s just me being me.” And again, the usual forward thinking Matty was just being as vague as possible, while trying to also get his jacket on, while Ross seemed to act with the patience of a saint.

“Yeah. We’ll find him, and Hann stays here with his son. Don’t want him getting all worried for his dad.” Ross would then turn himself to crouch down to ruffle his friend’s son’s hair and watch as the light smile formed as he extends back up. “You’re alright mate, we’ll be back soon, hopefully with a Daniel if we find him.” He’d joke, but you could tell he was feeling nervous, while the other who was joking was now waiting for his cues. “C’mon, I’ll have to babysit you too on the way so let’s go out now so it won’t be too much trouble.”

Matty would just squint and look up to Ross, exactly proving that point of acting like a child, and clicked his tongue. “Oh shove off Ross.. let’s just go. You wanted to find George so damn desperate, so I’ll push ya around for it.”

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Being out in the cold though, it really did feel more of a test. Sure, Ross and Matty knew the cold like a friend you couldn’t rid no matter what time of day, however, knowing it was dark and their friend George was nowhere to be found. “Ross.. I’ll give it to you. I genuinely am a bit scared shitless for where he’s at right now.” Matty spoke, partly through chattering teeth from the cold that enveloped his body plus his puffer in nothing but anxiety, with Ross feeling the cold through to his chest in the same way, looking out to darkness like lost cause.

“It feels dead.. what if George didn’t come by here? What if the track was wrong all this fucking time?” Ross felt angry, but he didn’t project it to anyone in particular, while Matty would feel his own heart slow and sink down while they’d share breath of cold like given, a joint of weed. Another reminder of what George could be doing to himself right now with them none the wiser.

“What the fuck do we do now?”

“Well I don’t bloody know, it’s been nearly an hour and a half, and this dark is clearly not helping us find any person, is it?” Matty mumbles, looking quite anguished himself, like he’d probably encountered a dead body on the street. “Wait, the alley.” He’d then look over to said dank alley, which causes Ross to also look over where Matty’s hand gestured, and not having much to go off, Ross seems a bit puzzled.

“Mate, being cryptic won’t get us farther than we already have now.” He’d seem unimpressed with the sudden splutter, squinting over at Matty for a moment, with the headlight they neared just catching the mid of his iris and causing his dark eyes to flicker for a split second, which got Matty’s attention to finally elaborate, not necessarily with words but with motions, as he’d be trudging past his friend then, and heading to said alley.

“Put your faith in me for once, knobhead.” The other responds sharply, still walking with somewhat confidence that George may be there, and leaving Ross in a cesspool of either doubt or relief, or even regret for letting their friend wander and not come back, like he’d despised housing. It felt, so alien.

Eventually after a short plod on, the two men found themselves at the foot of said alleyway, as the musty smells of cigarettes, malty beer cans, and whatever else toppled rubbish bins seemed to produce, that stirred their determinations, yet again for finding George.

“It looks even more dead than the street did we were just on, bloody hell.” Matty would say, a little exhaled out rather than spoken, while the pace of the two walking down now was significantly slower and more calculated, skimming the sides of the alley and would just see blacked out silhouettes and shadows from lingering bins, and there were times that they thought it was George’s shadow. Face it, they were getting more desperate by now, as the day has just kissed the borderline of dusk and is now being enveloped by asphalt beginnings.

Just as they’d give up, or at least turn back for Hann’s abode, Ross spotted something himself in the dark, which was a flicker of light. Although it was unclear, the colour seemed to briefly reside between an orange and yellowish, like a flame. “Wait, could be him.” Again, being vague to Matty in reciprocation while he’d take the lead now and watch while the frontman would trudge on behind and would be blowing air into cold palms.

They’d not take long to trace where the sparks were coming from, and there was a hooded guy, puffed hair. Knees up to his chest with his socks pulled up, a trait that George had for his mannerisms. His trainers were also the giveaway with the black and the custom flames design on the soles. “George?” A shocked but relieved Ross asks, waiting to see if he’d look up.

“Wait,” he’d laugh. “Ross, the fuck are you doing out here?” George seems almost dumbfounded but smiling with perplex, as his head tilts and his cigarette matches the rotations, still glowing faintly as he’d blow back more nicotine. Only then would Matty look over and almost give a childlike finger guns. “That’s how a smoker goes, Danes got it in the bag.”

“Shut the fuck up Matty.” Ross snaps unintentionally, caught off from what he’d actually come out with now that Matty veered off the trail of thought needed in this situation. “Mate it’s nearly been three hours.. we needed to find you. Why’ve you been out here so long?” He’d look down to again a puffing George, using one hand to fix his hoodie, bundling his legs up farther to his chest.

“Called having a smoke, you know I can’t go without my smokes Ross.”

“Becoming worse than me at this rate, Jesus George.” Matty would notice how his drummer’s pockets were littered with cigarettes and butts from used ones, almost half a packet used up within three hours. “Your lungs must be like your balls, bloody steel.” Again, he was joking to cover up the fact both him and Ross had visions of seeing George dead in the streets.

“Listen, it’s late. Hann’s worried, I’m worried, and Matty was. Your smoking has gotten worse since you’ve been touring. Plus, you’re not discreet with Jamie with you sneaking off after sets to take a smoke or blunt. Just saying for your benefit.”

He’d brush it off, again with a soft grin like it was all just a funny joke Ross said, dragging out his cigarette. “Listen it’s not that bad.. might be a Belgian born and bred, doesn’t mean I’m addicted to weed.”

“But that’s a cigarette, not a blunt?”

“I’m so fucked on these, blunts wouldn’t get me further, trust me.” George puffs out more smoke, some filing from his nostrils as the rest clouded out his mouth, while he’d finally give it in and stub out the ashes beside himself. “This is my chocolate.. Matty’ll get what I’m saying.”

And that, Matty got almost immediate. Their song ‘Chocolate’ was a flat out reference to weed, and knowing George’s nationality as well.. made the joke, well the song more apparent, in being Belgian with chocolate being quite popular. “Your hair probably smells like chocolate.” He’d gesture the air quotes when he’d accentuate the word chocolate, before his trap kept unwinding with more rant.

“And we all remember the Brits 2017.. ah yeah definitely not hypocrisy either.” Matty jokes, obviously recalling how George smuggled not only a blunt, but also a half bag of cocaine, to only then egg Matty on to duck under the desk they received their award, and do lines without being seen to. Except George busted them when the crack covered all of his formal wear with white powdery substance coating nearly every part of his torso and crotch.

“Oh fuck off Matty..” George seems to exhale, as you saw him bear another smile to accompany a snigger. “But, did we get caught?”

“Barely, more like near miss.” Ross interjects, exhaling and smiling softly at that seeming lost memory. “Can we just be a bit serious though for a moment, and just say that smoking in quantity like that isn’t gonna get you anywhere?”

“Back in the tour bus to Brussels-”

“George, don’t you dare.”

Matty watches as Ross cut off George by shushing him brief with a finger to the other’s mouth, soon removing it and watching as the drummer’s shoulders slumped down with sigh. “No need to shush me up, that’s a bit of unneeded dominance.”

“George, I’m looking out for you. As much as Matty might be joking about the tours..” he’d look over to said Matty, looking a little sheepish now as his hands ran through his hair raking his scalp a little. “We can’t have you fucked, like, it’s just a gimmick. It’s not meant to be how it goes.”

“Right, fine no smokes for a bit. Just, lay off from just a bit of anger from me. I’m fine, my lungs might be dying but I’m not dying, yet.” George jokes, but you could again watch as Matty and Ross both sigh in unimpressed notion.

“Let’s just get back to Hann’s it’s freezing out and I’m pissed about being in the cold.” Matty spoke again to most likely break building tension

The pair would just let out light laughter at watching their frontman shiver in his seeming heavy puffer jacket, and would then prod to make yet more banter, however when the sound of Ross’ phone could be made out, they knew they’d have to calm down the probably frenzy of Adam. “We can have more banter back at Hann’s.. for now let’s just get the child out of the cold.”

“Hey, I’m 35 you twat!” Matty exclaims, again lightly dithering in the cold that was getting more brisk out. “Besides, George is the child, he’s the youngest out of all of us. Ross tell him off, don’t have a go at me for Britain’s shit weather.” He’d conclude, huffing like said toddler when they couldn’t get a game they’d demand, or maybe if something broke that couldn’t fix.

“Well, I’m not even from here and I’m not complaining with cold, plus my hoodie is thinner material than your coat.” George would then bend down to get his cigarette pack back in his pocket, and Matty stores his hands in his pockets far in the crooks. “Shut the fuck up, you’re the reason we got in the cold in the first place.”

By now, they’d all start to walk back, and then they’d be greeted with yet another buzzing from Ross’ phone, in which he’d answer as the trio made their way.

“Where are you guys it’s fucking late out, even Carly got worried for you.” A rather flustered Hann stammered, seeing Ross and Matty’s faces only on the screen. “Did you find George or were you just pissing round all night?”

“Woah woah, calm your tits..” Matty slips into view to calm a clearly stressed Hann, and would beckon George to come into the camera shot so he himself could see they’d found him on their travel.

“Hi Hann.” Simple response from George, as he’d give a light chuckle, obviously not appeasing toward the seeming tired dad, with a child babbling in the background. “I’m fine mate, we’ll come home then talk. Matty’s complaining too much of the cold.”

“You know that gave me some heart attack, you’re gonna pay me back for it Ross.” Hann would say that loud enough for George to retract the phone to Ross, and watch as Hann sighed pinching his nose bridge.

“I’ll buy you a pint when we get back, or when we next go out.“ He’d respond, now laughing himself while the others walked alongside, as you could hear Matty and George chattering faintly. “I’ll pay you back for being an ass pain.” Again, you could tell it was a light poke at himself while Adam now seems to just laugh softly and shaking his head.

“You guys, you can be nutters but.. I love you for just being around.”

“Right, well don’t beat us up when we’re back.. maybe you can beat Matty up but I wanna be safe from Hann.” Ross laughs out, while catching Matty’s attention as he’d call out, “Piss off, it’s not me all the time.”

“Just.. get back here in one piece and not too high in the clouds. My wife and I want you guys together, and my son wants his uncles to behave.” Adam informs satirically, before soon adding. “See you when you’re back. Glad to see you George.”

But if George was even happy was hard to even feel. The smokes dying out, made his spirit die out. But, alas.. his friends wouldn’t know unless this all unfolded again, maybe for fatal.

— hope you lot enjoy this! although it is rather angsty, i kinda wanted to manipulate the concept of the song Chocolate and indeed make maybe a joke or two of George’s Belgian nationality, (not intended purposely🙏) but, yeah! hope you like this, and send me more prompts for the rest of the boys! love you all sm, you’re all such awesome people <3

(feel free to respond with your ideas or prompts in comments or dm, i’ll do my best to read them and convey them out in reality!)

#fanfic #the 1975 #george daniel #matty healy #ross macdonald #adam hann #angst

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if you’re still writing (I don’t know how recent your pinned is) then could you do something with Michael Afton? sfw please (if I’ve already asked then just ignore this; I don’t always remember when I’ve asked things lol)

Sure! You sent one long time ago but i had a burnout 😰

Enjoy!

Michael Afton sfw alphabet!

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A is for Adventure: something they haven't done but have always wanted to

Go on a long ass vacation. On the beach, or maybe in the mountains?? Doesn't matter, he just wants to feel like he's alive - if it's with his s/o, even better!

B is for Butterflies: How they act when they're nervous

Michael has a habit of tapping his feet on the ground, and swaying back and forth on his chair. Sometimes he may bite his nails - not a healthy habit!

C is for Crush: what is it like when they have a crush? How do they know/act?

I believe he'd be pretty chill about it - on the outside, at least. He'd be all giggly and acting funny with his crush, hoping to earn their sympathy, or just to make a first move and befriend them!

D is for Date: describe an ideal date for them

Michael would love to spend time outside. Having the job he has, he enjoys every opportunity to just relax on the fresh air. A picnic, or simple walk..? He's up for it!

E is for Essential: what is one thing they could NEVER go without

Coffee. That's understandable. Working night shifts, he depends on the caffeine.

F is for Favorite: a favorite anything- food, place, smell, book, etc.

Michael really likes the pizzeria, and the animatronics, even considering his experiences with them. Those bring back memories of how his family was once happy, and complete.

G is for Giggle: how they laugh/what makes them laugh

Everything. Everything makes him laugh, he's such a goofy guy. And how he laughs?? He either laughs like a stereotypical british person - when he's joking around - OR SO FREAKING SILLY. It's that weirds ass kind of sound that makes you doubt if he's a man and not an alien.

H is for Holding Hands: Do they like holding hands? Are their hands warm or cold? Pinky promises?

He does like holding hands, however has to get used to it. His hands are cold, because come on, he's got to have some minor health problems. And pinky promises..? Yep he's pretty childish in his own way, so i think he takes those seriously.

I is for Inside Joke: something they do that everyone thinks is funny but they don't understand

His complains about work. It's just sitting on your ass watching over a closed pizzeria, right?? Oh you're wrong.

J is for Jinx: Are they Superstitious?

I think yes. Like, not anything too serious, but i think he'd believe in some of those - or use them as a joke.

K is for Kiss: how do they kiss?

He'd be super careful and SHY. Brushing his lips gently over his s/o's, as he cups their face, holding them as they're made of glass. Because they're really dear to him!

L is for Love Languge: what is their love language? How do they give and how would they like to receive love?

He isn't a really touchy feely person from the start. He prefers to give his loved one some quality time together, when he can. What does he like to receive? Words of appreciation. He loves to hear he's doing good and his s/o believes in him!

M is for Meant to be: how/when they know someone is "the one"

If the person he's with doesn't mind his messy life, and doesn't care for money. That's for starters. Then, when they get to know each other better, and the bond grows, he gets just more and more ensured about it!

N is for Nickname: a nickname they would have or their favorite thing to be called

Mikey. He LOVES to be babied.

O is for Organization: are they clean or messy

He's messy! His desk at work, his house, himself.. he is a messy boy. He just doesn't have the time nor patience to keep things all tidy. Come on, he's watching over murderous animatronics!

P is for Pet Peeve: What's something they absolutely CAN'T stand?

Some noises. Like, when he's at home and hears some weird sounds that remind him of his work - like rumbling in the vents, or even just some scrubbing made by a sneaky mouse!

Q is for Quiet: What do they do for peace of mind

He doesn't have a lot of moments like those. He's so stressed and busy at work, the only moments he's pretty peaceful at are when he's napping, or those little moments when he's in his car, driving to work and he relishes in the feeling of driving, sometimes a little faster than he's supposed to.

R is for Rainy Day: Do they like rain? What about storms? How would they spend a rainy day?

He'd spend those happy he can stay home. He mostly sleeps trough the day, but if he found a moment for himself he'd watch something, like a series or a movie, with lots of snacks!

S is for Soft: Describe their softest feature

Oh come on, his face. Especially his eyes. The way they sparkle sometimes make him look like such an innocent little baby.

T is for Telephone: are they a talker or a texter? How often do they use their phone?

He's a talker. He uses his phone quite often - at work, for example. But when he wants to talk with his friends, he also prefers to talk! Also when it comes to his s/o. He loves hearing their voice!

U is for Unique: a random quirk they have

This man's undying eyebags. They're almost like his hallmarks!

V is for Valentine: Are they the type to celebrate or not?

If he's already got someone? Yes. If not, he's just using his free time to have a little drink and cry about not having anyone - but that's when he gets tipsy.

W is for Wholesome: something extremely pure about them that makes you just *uwu*

His mind. Like, mostly his reactions to things are so innocent, and so sweet, you'd believe he really is just a sweet little guy!

(He is, but also isn't..?)

X is for Xenia: How they would entertain a guest/show hospitality

Oh he has LOTS of ways to do that. Mostly he'd keep his guests entertained by throwing jokes here and there. I believe he'd also offer them snacks! That guy LOVES snacks and has a lot of them in his house, prove me wrong.

Y is for Youth: A fond childhood memory they have

The memories of his siblings and his overall family having fun in the pizzeria. The days when everything was alright, and before his life turned into a twisted joke.

Z is for Zzz: Sleep habits. Do they cuddle in their sleep? Talk? What do they dream about?

Oof. This man doesn't sleep a lot beside his s/o. We all know, messed up sleep schedule. But when he does, he's extremely cuddly and snuggly. He's wrapping his arms and legs around them. He's mumbling something, mostly nonsense, because of those weird ass dreams he's having!

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The alphabet is from @heauxzenji !

I hope you're okay with what you received! If not, i can write you a drabble!

As for the other request - i've got two of those, matchups - I'll be taking care of those, it's just that i'm not really having motivation lately 😞

#fnaf #fnaf fluff #fnaf michael afton #michael afton #michael afton fluff #michael afton sfw alphabet

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popcornforone · 10 months

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Taming His Curls

Chapter 4 of the Is That All Mr Gutierrez? Serise

Master list

Chapter three

It’s here, finally, the chapter you’ve all been waiting for is here. The moment has arrived. Thank you all for putting up with the 3 chapter introduction but this is when things get moving.

Synopsis: Saturday Nights are just you & Javi cooking & watching Movies as best friends. But the words from your chat with Javis dad are still fresh in your ears, maybe tonight is the night to act on those wants.

Word count:3500

Warnings: DO NOT READ IF YOU ARE UNDER THE AGE OF 18! Protected PIV Sex, unrequited love, teasing, flirting, finally getting together, swearing, alcohol, this is your first time with Javi so lost of moaning & praising & descriptive language. It’s going to get very very hot & sexy, but don’t worry, I won’t break our softie…(that’s why I also write about Dave hehe)

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“Bollocks” you shout as the plate smashes on the floor. It was the last item to go in the dishwasher too after dinner & it was only a plate you used to rest the steaks you had cooked for you & Javi on. You now do Saturday nights as best friends & have done so for a while. You do your own thing during the day but Saturday night you stay at Javis. You sleep over in your bedroom, the one you use when he sometimes entertains & needs you there for business. In the past you have watched jealousy at girls Javi has taken back to his room so he can seduce them, while you head back you yours. You’ve moved a few items into his villa for comfort reasons but he’s never actually asked you to move in.

Saturday night is pretty standard routine for you both now, so much so that if one of you have plans for a Saturday the other gets a little jealous. Javi will give you a glass of champagne on your arrival & he will ask how your days been. No matter how mundane it sounds he hangs on your every word like it’s the most important day in the world. Then you cook together, taking it in turns to teach each other how to cook. His chef is always on the end of the phone if you need him, but Javi always gives him Saturday & Sundays off so he can be with his own family, not just waiting for him to feel peckish. Once you’ve cooked eaten & cleaned up together, you take it in turns to pick which film you are going to watch together. Cocktails or more wine accompanying any movie snacks you decide to have.

It started off with the 100 films before you die list then moved into Nicholas Cage movies, obviously, but now you’re both going through your top 10s. Last Saturday you picked Gone Girl & Javi enjoyed the film but had so many questions about how women’s minds work after it was over. You told him it was the extreme version of it but you do have some of those qualities, which shocked him a little. He must know after all you’ve been through that you have a few of those traits. You know tonight he will probably put something calming on after all the thrillers you’ve recently viewed together, him spilling his sweet popcorn multiple times as he jumps when he’s trying to not be scared.

“You okay” Javi says as he wipes down the surface after you dropped the plate. “Yes Javi, just it would be the last thing wouldn’t it, typical” “well it could have happened after it had been cleaned, at least now it doesn’t need washing” he teases as he try’s to remember where his house keeper keeps a broom or dustpan. You know full well what he needs is under his sink, but you watch him hunt for it for a good 3mins giggling. This makes him flap & get all self conscious, but also playful, a smirk falls across the face you wish was yours to admire intimately. “You know where it is, don’t you?” He inquires & your smile gives your game away, you can’t lie to Javi. He starts to run around the kitchen after you “I will tickle the information out of you” he cackles. Those curls being even more playful than he is as they bounce on his head “ahhh please no tickles Javi, it’s under the sink.” You shriek as he grabs you & starts to tickle, which makes your body go all unnecessary & causes goosebumps to appear all over it. That is just from a tickle you think, how good would his lips feel?

Javi cleans up the broken plate & you laugh as you watch him do this. These normal nights as he calls them, are to make Javi appreciate a life that others have. Okay it’s still in a massive Spanish villa & he can cook whatever he wants, but it’s so he appreciates life is something you have to work at & arent just spoon fed it. He’s getting better at cleaning & sorting things but there are some points when he’s flapping about failing which makes you laugh. “See that wasn’t so hard Javi” you say. You grab the half drunk bottle of red wine & your glass & head to his lounge.

His lounge is grand, a fireplace the roars in winters, sofas that are the epitome of comfortable, book cases full of storys, art that is worth more than you will earn in your life time, sculptures & decorations & a massive TV with access to anything you want. This is always when you’re most envious of Javi. You never had this growing up. Your parents having hotels meant all the money for luxury’s like this were for the guests to use not you, or where you lived in the hotel didn’t have the space for things like this. It could have been much grander your life but your parents always taught you your worth & your place, especially when your best friend, Javi, was spoiled with everything. You go to his baby grand piano & quickly look through the post he received today, still thinking about Monday at work in your mind, when Javi walks in.

“Is it my turn to pick tonight?” He asks as he pour himself another glass of red. “Yes Javi, back to your favourites that don’t include Nicolas Cage as we’ve watched them all” you smirk & watch him flick through his services & channels as you take up your seat on the sofa for film night. “Don’t laugh precious, when I tell you this… but I want to watch… Paddington” you just smile… “finally a good choice from you” He pulls his pouty face. “I’m still shocked that you’ve done them out of order though, we should have done Paddington before Paddington 2” you state. “I didn’t realise we could do our favourite films in any order, I was just going from 1 to 10” he laughs as he sits down next to you. He’s in his stripy shirt with his white vest on underneath. He’s clearly been swimming today & let his hair dry naturally as it’s got a mind of it’s own tonight, & it’s desperately calling out for you to touch, twist & play with it, & with eyes that big & brown looking at you so sweetly it’s hard not to.

You don’t say a word. You lean over & pin that curl back, so it’s behind his ear & you can see his whole body tremble at your touch. His breathing gets faster & you can see the rising of his chest, as you softly touch him. “Oh Javi” you sigh & turn to face the tv so he can’t see how flustered you are yourself getting your self comfortable for the movie. “What I would give just to play with & sort your curls out” your shocked the words have so easily flown out of your mouth, but you’re also secretly happy that they have. This is the first step to grabbing what you want. You then slowly feel Javis hand grasp yours which is by your side & lift it to his face. You often touch each other but tonight everything is just working in your favour & his hand feels sensational. “I never said you couldn’t?” Javi softly replies.

You don’t go for his hair instead you adjust so you’re facing him & caress his face, feeling each freckle & blemish across his cheek. His stubble prickles against your hand, but it makes you shiver even more. Your hand eventually goes into his hair & you hear a large sigh, like he’s letting go of the world that is on his shoulders & he leans in resting his forehead against yours. Both of you sit there in silence for a few moments, just breathing, inhaling each other, eyes shut in a moment of peace. Javi whispers “plays baby, I want you to”. You lift your head up & open your eyes & flutter your eyelashes at him & see the biggest smile beaming back from the most adorable puppy dog eyes.

Neither of you are sure who makes the move first but the second your lips connect, for the sweetest most wanted kiss in all the universe, you both instantly feel like you are on the cliffs that night as teenagers again. He feels so good. His lips feel like they are back where they belong, embracing yours. Your hand goes into the back of his hair, making him gasp as his own hand delicately strokes you neck. The passion, fire & love you’ve both hidden away for the last 15 years or so, survived everything & your connection & desire for each other is confirmed. When you eventually break, both of you are trembling with your lips quivering, desperate for another taste of the person you have both been in love with the whole time, but never admitted it to each other.

“Javi…” you whimper not wanting to open your eyes to confirm if it’s just been another fantasy or not. You voice squeaks & then you hear him try to control his own breathing. “Look at me baby” he coos & your eyes are greeted to eyes that are welling up, pools of emotion ready to flow out after what the two of you experienced for the last few seconds. “Let’s make up for lost time” he says once he can see how beautiful you look & how your eyes reply back with the same love that he’s hidden away from you. “We have all the time in the world Javi” you reply before he pulls you back into him for a much longer & deeper kiss.

Both your hands wander, across each others faces, hair & shoulders. Oooh the feeling of Javis broadness as you caress him makes you want more than just some delicate kisses. He always smells good, but now his scent intoxicates you. There’s still a small amount of the wine on both your lips adding to the richness & taste of your embrace. He is comfort & now he’s finally going to be yours. “I’ve waited so long…” are a panting Javis next words as he removes his shirt & starts to find the hem of your tshirt. “I’ve wanted this forever”. Your initial look of shock changes into one of, I know exactly what you mean, which makes him smile & makes those eyes dance & dazzle. “It’s always been you Javi” you reply softly almost as a hushed secret that you are finally sharing with him.

His hands brush you skin with the slightest touch as your T-shirt is removed, your waisting little time removing his white vest as well. You marvel & trace across his chest, & his tummy. You’re both feeling so self conscious about your bodies, but it’s the smile on the others face that make you both open up more to the idea of this. Neither of you are saying anything anymore. Gasps & sighs at each touch admiring the others natural beauty. The clank of his belt buckle being undone by your hand so carefully, arousing you & awaking your passions inside. Your own shorts join his trouser, flung on-top of the sofa as he holds you close. He looks you up & down, looking at you body being needy & desperate for it all. Javi has been waiting for this moment for as long as you have & as he holds you, he can’t quite believe that this is finally going to happen. His eyes are full of wonder.

“Javi, my loyal sweet Javi” you finally moan, eyes transfixed on the man you adore “I want this, I want you, I’ve always wanted you, but you were always just out of reach” “shhhh” Javi says raising a finger to your mouth to keep you quiet, he presses it firm & you gasp. “Nothing can ruin this moment” he says & he looks at you as you take his hands to help him unclasp your bra. “If you help me take this off, there’s no going back Javi, the genie is out of the bottle, it’s can’t be put back in”. “I’d better get more than 3 wishes” that’s Javis response, but it’s the feel of your breasts being free & the look of desire in his eyes as he try’s not to gawp at them. The delight in his eyes can’t be understated as one of his large palms instantly moves towards them. Teasing you nipple making your hips instantly move at his teasing touch.

“Oooh baby, you’ve kept these from me, how could you” Javis smile is small but it’s making his moustache twitch, all of the hairs on his body are standing to attention ready for the next wave of pleasure to hit him. You’re so close to each other, kissing & caressing, that you don’t think you actually need to have sex with your Javi. This make out & tease is enough for you. But it’s not, because a few seconds later his other hand glides down your back & into your knickers, squeezing your arse cheeks & it makes you want it all. As much as this has been more than perfect, you still want the ultimate & you want it to feel fantastic. Javi wants to treat you like the princess & love he has always seen you as & he slowly slips his hand into the trousers that are hanging off the back of the sofa, producing a condom.

He goes to ask you for consent as your lips part & he doesn’t need to say a word. “If you want to, I want to baby, please it’s all I’ve wanted for years” you say firmly. His hand joins yours to remove your knickers, already damp from your passionate make out. His large flat thumb, once you are naked, finds your clit straight away to keep you aroused as each touch across you sex has you already wanting more & more, almost feeling ready to climax already. This unrequited love is finally getting its rewards. Javi shimmy’s off his boxers but you don’t look at his length, you are in too much of a haze already to want to know what’s coming your way. You know it’s going to be enjoyable due to the outline from his swim shorts when he gets out of the pool each morning.

Everything is a bit of a passionate blur, you’re already on a high. But you hear the foil tear & see his face turn very serious quite quickly as he makes sure to pull you into his lap as you just hover above him, ready to take him, your chests heaving together. “Baby your my world” Javi whispers into your ear, one hand in your hair untying it, allowing your own locks escape, the other on the small of your back, stroking your spine ever so slightly. He lowers you slowly & no sound escapes your mouth, but it goes oooooooo, as he fills you. The pinch feels just right, you know your pleasure is going to enjoy this even if this is a one off to never be spoken of again come Sunday morning. You are finally making love to Javi Gutierrez.

Javis breathing has spiked, as he looks at the blissed out look on your face as he holds you into him. “You okay?” Hushed words fall from his lips before you nod & eventually a strained “yes Javi” escapes from you. He makes sure that you are skin on skin & slowly starts to rock underneath you while you grind down onto him. You walls fluttering at every motion, trying desperately not to let go within the first few minutes but you can see the look in Javis eyes too. He also wants to take his time with this & enjoy you & the seductive love he hopes you will both make together, but he has also been waiting & hoping this moment would be as good as it currently is. Each movement your body’s merge, the sweat drips from you both & the movements even though you are both trying to savour every moment get faster, harder & deeper. You hope that should you both not wake up filled with regret tomorrow that you can enjoy something much slower & seductive than this. But this itch needs to be scratched.

You both give in & you really start to bounce & he holds you firmly in place while you start to moan & take the hand not playing with his curls to you clit, to add to your satisfaction. “Javi oooh Javi baby, just there yea that’s it, don’t stop, never stop” you moan as your eyes close knowing you are on the edge of your orgasm. “Your so tight precious, ooh baby girl ooh yes” Javi is grunting, squeezing your arse, eyes when they are not closed from desire pulsing through his entire body, are looking at your breasts, just waiting for his mouth to engulf them & suck. He doesn’t want to just spoil himself with it all tonight. He is also hoping that this is just the beginning of something that will bloom.

“Javi don’t stop, make me feel good, oh this is just just…just…” your voice strains feeling yourself go weak & quiver on his lap. Letting go of everything. You body leans backwards & Javi stops you from falling off him or taking him with you in the sofa & you moan in pleasure as your orgasm hits you, clamping around Javi, feeling the most satisfied you have ever felt in your life. Javi doesn’t take long to follow, the look on your face & the intensity surrounding his penis, is all it takes for his own earth shattering climax. A deep moan comes from the back of his throat, which arouses you & pulls you back into the real world as you slowly stop & rest your head in his shoulders. It had finally happened. Javi had pleasured you & the sex had been sensational. Yes it might have been over far too quickly for the two of you, but you had a feeling that would be the case. All those years of pining & wanting & needing each other was always going to build up to something that would be sexy & fast, no matter how much you tried to calm it & take it slowly. That was never going to happen.

Slowly you’re both returning to your normal selves, you eyes fluttering at each other, realising what you’ve both just done. Your lives are never going to be the same now. Both of you are panting & are coated in sweat & smell of sex. “Hello stranger” Javi eventually whispers “Hello Handsome” is your reply followed by the two of you both giggling, before that curl gets back in the way. “Ooh Javi what ever am I going to do with your curls?” You say as you twist it & try to put it where it should go in his hair, but you both know it won’t. “Well I think you might have to stick around to contain them baby, fancy sticking around forever, to look after my curls?” He says his thumb trailing across your lips tentatively going inside ever so slightly, to send shivers up yous spine.

“Forever?” You reply & then smile “yea i think I could do that, I think I could definitely do that” the smile on his face is one of unbridled joy as he once again claims your lips with his. Much more passionate & loving, feeling like they were made to just kiss your lips only. Nothings coming between you. His hand keeping you in place making you as close as you can be, as you feel his penis which is still inside you start to harden again, which makes you gasp. “Good answer my precious. Forever starts tomorrow”. Javis response is all you both hear before your love making resumes for one more round for long kisses, hands caressing bodies before you both eventually retire to his bed. You are no longer jealous of the girl he takes to his bedroom to seduce. Finally that girl is you.

Chapter Five

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