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truglori · 3 years

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Game Night...

(Heads I win...Tails you lose)

Synopsis: Game night at Erik’s crib with a twist...

Pairing: Erik Stevens x Plus size OC

Warning: Language, Smutt

A.N- Inspiration was this picture

It was Game Night at Erik’s. He held them every other Saturday night and it was starting to become a ritual for Kaila to attend within the last month. When being surrounded by coworkers ,who became good friends, food, drinks, and music how could anyone turn down a time like this. Along with his beautiful luxurious bachelor’s pad Erik made a pretty good host.

Everything from wings with different flavors, a meat and cheese board, warm soft cinnamon pretzel bites, chicken and beef quesadillas, as well as different chocolates and chilled high class wine ,that Kaila wasn’t used to, had covered his antique walnut wooden dining table. Like she thought, he was a great host who had great taste and wasn’t cheap at all.

Standing in front of the miniature buffet with an empty plate Kaila was indecisive on what to get and how much. Still fresh to the friend group she was conscious on how much she ate in front of people that she wasn’t really comfortable with yet. Out of the six times she’s been here this was only her second time eating with them after getting pressured by her cubicle buddy ,Celina, telling her to make a plate before everything was gone.

Hearing the chatter coming from the livingroom, Kaila decided on a few slices of the quesadillas instead of the wings. She didn’t want to look like a pig knowing that she would try to suck the sauce off of her fingers afterwards. Filling up her red plastic cup with the cool wine she headed back into the huge living area. Spotting her purse and coat she sat in her spot and cuddled up with her belongings.

“See I told you, the food is good.” Celina smiled while sipping on her wine. She brought a hand to her hair stroking the box braids and giggled.

Kaila noticed that she had three cups prior so she knew that she was starting to become loose.

Laughing with her, Kaila shook her head and dug into her finger food. Looking at the small group she wondered how she was able to fit in with them. The group consisted of three women and three guys, Erik including as one of them. Every single person in their clique was extremely attractive and in shape. Her body type did not belong at all. There was always rumors going around the office about them setting up date nights to throw orgy parties. At least that’s what people assumed because they were so tight and never invited anyone else.

But Kaila had to take a chance and ask, since her desk buddy was a part of the famous group. So one day she asked Celina if it was true only to earn one of the most hysterical laughs in her face. She shut it down immediately and informed her the reason behind their closeness was because they all trained and got hired for their jobs at the exact same time and have been inseparable since.

Celina thought it was funny and invited her out so she could see that she wasn’t lying. Kaila refused the first few times but gave in after Celina had another one of their members, Leah, tag team against her insisting that she’d come. Kaila wasn’t an extrovert at all. Her regular day included work, talking on the phone with her baby sister who was away for college, and tv time with her cat, Snuggles.But she wanted to change that so she made Game Night at Erik’s a part of her weekend routines.

“Y’all mufuckas ready to get this bitch started.” Erik walked in finally making his presence known after being upstairs for half an hour. He was changed out of his work attire into something more relaxed. Nike grey sweats, a crisp white tshirt with his gold chains falling over it, and his Nike slides to match. His dreads were out of the braids that he only kept in while he was at work, now they were wild and free.

Kaila took in his frame. She watched as his muscles flexed from the slightest movements. Twisting open his personal bottle of Hennessy, she watched him take a long swig and shaking his head at the taste afterwards. She did a short giggle when she seen him hiss making his gold canines show. When Erik’s eyes turn to her direction she quickly averted her gaze to everyone else praying that she didn’t get caught staring.

This crush that she had for him was starting to be too much. At first she thought it would go away once she would find out that his body and personality didn’t mix but it became worst when she started to hang out with them. Erik was nothing like how she thought of him to be. Before hand she for sure figured him out as a smug and arrogant jerk but he was the total opposite. He was such a gentleman, sweet, and a charmer when it came to the ladies.

The littlest things he did like hold the door for her, or making sure that she wasn’t the last one going into a building whenever they went out for lunch to grab coffee. Kaila was falling for all of it. But after hanging out with them for so long Kaila noticed a few things about him. Yes, Erik was a sweetheart but he had a rough edge to him. When the drinks were in his system Erik liked to talk his shit, and he was nasty with it too. Of course all of the girls in the group would openly let him know that he could fuck if he wanted to. All except Kaila, she would never make a statement as bold as that no matter how much alcohol she had.

“About time nigga. The hell was you doing back there?” One of the guys, Tyler asked sitting in between Leah’s legs on the floor.

“My shit, my business bitch ass nigga.” Erik retorted playfully. He walked in front of his coffee table sitting in his chair. On the table had a display of all types of games. He sorted through them taking his time.

“Erik hurry up and pick a gamee.” Celina whined as she still sipped.

Glancing up he eyed everyone briefly. “The fuck is it, rush Erik night or sumn shit. Y’all niggas know without this y’all wouldn’t have shit else to do so calm the fuck down for I throw all y’all ass out.” He laughed drinking out his bottle.

“Hold up I didn’t say shit. I hope that’s not for everyone.” The thick dark skin girl who’s name was Keisha came in and sat down. Kaila thought she was the prettiest.

“Nah not you Keisha, you know you my boo.” He smirked.

She giggled doing the “period” motion with her hand. Kaila smiled sitting her plate on the floor beside her making a mental reminder to throw it away before she leaves.

Erik cleared his throat picking up a box. “Aight I got one. Do or Drink!” Sitting the other games to the side he placed the box in the middle.

Groanes and curses came from the other people. Kaila faced them amused with their reaction wondering what was wrong with the game he chosed.

“No Erik you always pick this game.” Leah flopped her hands to the side of her.

“Yeah I don’t like this one bae. You be making everybody drink and get drunk while playing this. Can we play something else.” Keisha sighed picking up her glass.

“No y’all only get drunk cause y’all mufuckas don’t know how to drink or hold ya liquor. Besides she ain’t never played this with us yet.” He spoke sorting the cards.

All of the attention went towards Kaila. Trying her best to shrink in her side of the couch she felt her cheeks heat up. Kaila hated when she was put on the spotlight in front of everybody. Bringing her cup to her mouth she sipped some hoping to calm her nerves.

“Kaila you ain’t never played this with us?” Troy asked.

Shaking her head she smiled timidly. “No but I guess I will tonight.”

“Kaila the game is real simple, all you have to do is draw a card, read it aloud so that everyone can hear you and you can either choose to do what it says or drink instead. Don’t worry about all that extra shit. Got it?” Erik asked her shuffling the deck.

“Yeah I got it.” She answered softly.

When he eyed her up and down part of her had to clenched her thighs to keep the wetness she felt down there from damping her panties and the other part wanted to run away from his gaze. The way he looked with his dreads covering his eyes was so enticing and it had her excited. Something she haven’t felt with a man in almost two years.

There was an order on how the rotation went. It was Celina, Keisha, Troy, Tyler, Leah, Erik, and lastly Kaila. She was okay with going last just to see how the game was to be played. It was easy to catch on to after the first few turns. Some of the draws that Kaila picked up were to risky for her so she had to drink for not doing them. Because she didn’t drink hard liquor Erik allowed her to take shots of the wine but for everyone else it was either tequila or some of his Hennessy. She was definitely starting to feel warm from the drinking she’s been doing.

Now it was going on the second round and it was Leah’s go,she had to draw a card. “Okay it says let the group go through your phones photo gallery for 60 seconds. Do this or take two shots?” She threw her card down looking for the shot glass.

Erik jumped up from his seat. “Unh uh hand it over. You passed the last time. Gimme your fuckin phone.” He chuckled walking near her.

Kaila laughed watching Leah try to keep her phone away from him but failed due to his tall and bulky stature taking it clean straight out of her hands. He held the IPhone to her face unlocking it and went to her gallery. Erik’s eyes went from entertained to lustful within seconds. Sucking in his bottom lip he glanced back at Leah.

“Damn girl. Yo shit pretty as fuck.” His low voice crept throughout the room. His eyes traveled down to her covered area.

Kaila, knowing what he was referring to, felt herself get jealous and turned on at the same time. She wanted him to look at her like that and speak to her the same way but she was to shy to say anything.

“Nigga let me see.” Tyler hopped up standing next to him. His mouth dropping when he saw whatever that was on the screen. “Damn Leah.”

Rolling her eyes Leah snatched her phone from their view. “Okay y’all niggas not bout to be fantasizing over my pussy.” She sat back on her end of the couch.

Erik shook his head walking to his chair. Picking up a card he read silently before trying to pick a new one. Celina sat up when she saw him and called him out.

“Uh Erik you never skip cards. What you doing baby boy?” She sat on the edge.

Erik smack his lips. “Nah not that one. Plus it’s my shit I could do whatever I want.” He spoke lowly going to the next card.

Keisha got up walking over to him. “No let me see the card because I ain’t never seen you skip one a day since I met you.” She tried picking it up but Erik snatched it away.

“Chill Keisha, watch out.” He grabbed her wrist lightly.

Keisha laughed. “Boy stop playing with me and let me see.”

Distracted by her going back and forth with him Erik wasn’t aware of Celina sneaking around the other side of him and successfully grabbing the card. She ran behind the couch and read it.

“Let’s see why Stevens was act like a pussy.” She slurred her words. “It’s says motorboat the person to the right of you for 15 seconds, even if they don’t have boobs. Do this or take three shots?”

Everyone looked to the right of him. Sitting at the end of the couch left only one person, Kaila. For the second time that night all eyes was on her. She wished that she could find a hole to crawl in and just die but that wasn’t possible for her. Hearing Celina read the card had her wishing that she would have just left it alone when he skipped the first time. She was embarrassed but she didn’t know if it was because the card dared him to put his face in her titties or that he wanted to skip the turn.

“Celina sit your drunk ass down and just leave the card alone.” Leah grabbed her arm and pulled her down.

“Oops sorry.” She burped putting the card back.

There was silence for a few minutes. For almost the whole night Kaila skipped her turn or declined when someone had to do something to her causing them to lose. She didn’t want to be the party pooper of the hour so she spoke up.

“You can do it if you want.” Her voice coming out lightly. Avoiding the stares from the others her eyes stayed on Erik’s.

His brows lifted up surprised. “Look don’t let Celina’s drunk ass pressure you into something you not down for Kaila.” The way he said her name made her squirm and Erik peeped it himself.

“She wasn’t but if you don’t want to I get it-“ She stopped her sentence when he stood up from his chair.

His body was now in front of hers. Kaila couldn’t help quickly glancing at the print that stuck out through his sweats. The feeling of his hand under her chin tilted it up startled her a bit.

“You wanna do this out here or we can go somewhere private? It’s up to you.”

The room was now quiet as everyone watched the two under the influence and yet still drinking from their cups. Kaila nodded as she stood up signaling that she would rather do it somewhere not in front of them. Stepping to the side she went in front of him and felt his hand on the small of her back.

“Don’t take longer than 15 seconds.” Celina laughed sticking her tongue out when they briefly looked back at her.

Kaila looked around aimlessly as Erik led her down his dark hallway. The only thing that could be seen was the faint wall art from the infrequent lightening outside that came through his windows due to the rainstorm they were going to have tonight. The closer they were to their destination the more the butterflies in Kaila’s stomach start to appear one by one.

“Here we are.” Erik pushed a tall black door opened revealing his master bedroom.

Kaila didn’t stop her eyes from wondering as she looked around. The theme color to his room was black and red. His king sized bed was placed in the middle with a Versace Medusa logo cover resting on top. Laying on the ground next to it was a large black and gold Persian rug. But what caught her attention was the wide mirror that was over his bed.

“You have a nice room Erik.” She sent him a light smile standing in the middle of the floor.

Erik closed his door with the weight of his body. He smirked watching her stand there timidly barely keeping eye contact with him. Erik knew that Kaila had some sort of crush on him but he never said anything about it because he didn’t want to embarrass her. She was always shy around him but was okay with talking to everyone else in the group. Erik couldn’t stand that shit. Watching her round face give her sweet smile to Troy and Tyler always made him jealous. He wanted to be the one to put it on her face but could never get the chance with her always running away from him.

Before she became a part of their group Erik already noticed Kaila around the office. The curve of her wide hips and thickness of her thighs that she would cover up lured him into her. There would be days when she wasn’t wearing her turtleneck and he could finally get a peak at her smooth and chocolate double D’s along with a whiff of her perfume. Erik’s mouth would began to salvitate as he became curious wondering how they would taste. Now he had the chance.

“Thank you. I appreciate that baby.” He chuckled walking to stand in front of her.

Kaila’s eyes averted down at the new pet name. Looking back up, his russet eyes met her chestnut colored ones. His teeth held the full bottom flesh between them. The moment she inhaled for the first time with their closeness Kaila smelled his cologne that sent signals down to her vagina. She could feel the sticky wetness that he was created and he hadn’t even touch her. Her chest rose and fell as her breath hiked up.

“So you ready? It’s only 15 seconds.” The sound of his deep voice had her doing kegals on an imaginary dick.

“Yeah let’s do this.”

The sudden movements of his hands going up to her breast spooked her. Wearing an off the shoulder ribbed dark grey long sleeve tub top Kaila was able to feel his fingertips against her skin. She did a soft moan from the contact hoping that he didn’t hear.

“Big ass fucking titties.” Erik spoke out loud not caring if she heard him or not.

He began to grope them. Bringing his hands to the cuff of them he played with her breast. Lifting them up and down. All of a sudden he was like a kid in a candy store. Kaila could feel her nipples harden on his hands, that frequently rubbed against them. She bit her lip.

Erik smirked watching her get aroused in front of him. He could feel the pebbles turning into rocks from his touch and when he saw her suck on her bottom lip his dick jumped. Wasting no time he lifted her breast up and dove straight in face first. With the combination or her soft titties and her scent Erik’s dick started to get rock hard. He knew then that he now wanted to add titty fucking to the list of nasty shit he wanted to do to her.

“Mm.” Kaila tried her best hide her moan. She didn’t want him to think she was a prude for moaning at something as little as this. It was all a part of a game for goodness sake, but she couldn’t help it. Reaching up she gripped his dreads holding on to him while he moved his head side to side.

The fifteen seconds was long and over with but he was still down there. What was only supposed to be a quick playful motorboat session turned into love bites and delicate sucks. Erik took his time placing a kiss on to each breast. Tracing his tongue over them and then giving a soft suck. He could hear her trying to suppress her moans, but he was working for them and wanted to hear them clearly.

Reaching behind her he slid his hands around her thick waist and then traveled down to her ass. Gripping her cheeks roughly through her leggings he pulled her body into his pressing her down on his thick and solid member. Still continuing his sucks on her breast he groaned hearing her give in.

“Erikk.” Kaila felt the flutters in her stomach and her toes curl when she felt his package bump her area.

“Hmm?” He was now moving up to her exposed neck never losening his grip on her ass.

“The game.” Her words came out as a whine.

“Fuck it. You can’t tell me you not tryna let me fuck right now. Letting me suck on you and shit. I know you wet as fuck down there.” The confidence he spoke with had her dripping even more.

Kaila brought her hands up to his biceps. She turned her head to give him more space to kiss. Squeals left her mouth every time he would grip her cheeks separating them. Kaila wanted to submit badly but was still undecided as she worried about the others listening to what could happen in this room.

Erik pulled away from her seeing that she was hesitant. That’s when an idea popped into his head. His dick was too hard for him to leave without feeling any type of warmth. Going into his nightstand he found the coin and flipped it before walking back to her.

“Alright I have this coin here that’ll decide on what I can receive from you. Since you’re so worried about that dumb ass game out there. We can play our own.”

Kaila’s knitted with confusion but she was curious.

“What type of game?” Her soft voice asked.

Erik licked his lips as she watched hers move. He tugged on her lower lip with his thumb and index finger before showing her the coin and handing it to her.

“If it flips on head I get some pussy and if it flips on tails I get some head. You down?” Stepping in her space he bent his head kissing on her neck. She was so soft to him and it was hard for him to stop.

Kaila observed the gold naughty coin. She never tried anything like this in her 24 years of living. It was new and exciting and with Erik being the person behind it tempting her, she wanted to give it a chance.

“Okay. You flip?” She handed the coin back rubbing her sweaty palms up and down her black leggings.

Taking the coin he strolled over to his bed. Sitting on the edge of it he patted the space next to it offering her a seat. Kaila worked up the nerve to walk over from the liquid courage that she was feeling from the wine. It was making her feel frisky and horny all in one. She sat next to him and smiled sheepishly.

Erik leaned back and smirked. He wrapped an arm behind her as he got ready to flip the coin. “Heads I win...Tails you lose.” He chuckled as she understood the double meaning.

He tossed it up just a few feet above them and caught it quickly with the same hand.

“Hold your hand out.” He demanded and placed the coin flat on her palm. There was a pause for a few seconds before he lifted his hand. It landed on tails.

“Hope you know how to suck some dick.” He reached his hand behind her smacking her ass.

Kaila got up and stood in front of him. Rolling her eyes at his cockiness she pulled her braids up into a bun wrapping them around to keep them out of the way. She pushed him back causing him to lean on his elbows. Getting on her knees he started to rock his leg side to side. Tugging at his sweats she pulled them down along with his briefs making his semi-hard long and girthy length pop out. From the size alone Kaila got intimidated know that if he knew how to work with it he would make her go crazy.

Erik pulled on the hem of his shirt hiking it up to show his abs. He reached down grabbing the base of his dick whirling it back and forth. “I don’t wanna feel no teeth. You hear me?” His command coming out crystal clear.

Nodding her head Kaila leaned forward giving him a gentle kiss. The thick mushroom tip felt good against her lips. She hasn’t been with a man in almost two years so she wasn’t sure if she still had it. But tonight she would find out knowing that Erik would have no problem letting her know.

Getting her mouth wet she let a long sting of saliva drip on to his length. Sticking out her tongue she ran it against the sides wetting his stick up before taking him into her mouth whole. Erik was a challenge so she wasn’t going to get him down in one fit. She’d have to work her way down. She let him slide in and out of her mouth twirling her head when she would reach his tip. Taking one of her free hands she stroked his shaft while shoving her other hand in her leggings rubbing her clit. The feeling of having a dick grow in her mouth made Kaila’s pussy drip and nipples hard.

Looking up she watched as Erik kept his eyes on her. His jaws tightening from her locked jaw that she had on him. The ‘gawking’ sound coming from her made his balls jump. Erik’s eyes now became low as he reached for her braids unraveling the bun and created a ponytail with his fist.

“That’s how you sucking Daddy dick?” He asked surprise as he now sat up leaning on his free hand watching her perform her work of art.

When she felt him hit the back of her throat she answered him on purpose so that he could feel the vibrations. “Mmhm.”

“Ahh SHIT!” Erik threw his head back feeling how her throat had clenched around him. Kaila surprise the fuck out of him. He never expected a head monster behind that quiet little desktop bookworm facade she had put on, but everyone know that they be the main freaks.

She was sucking his shit sloppy just the way he liked it. Her tight warm jaws had his heads in the clouds. Kaila’s head game was starting to get so good Erik felt like he had to do or say something to throw her off.

“Let Daddy slut this muthafucking throat out....gah damnn.” Standing up he lifted his crisp white shirt up to his mouth tucking it in between his teeth. Grabbing her braids and making a ponytail with one hand he cupped her chin with the other as he fucked her throat.

When the spit began to run down her chin and hit her top it reminded Erik of her big chocolate melons that he wanted to fall asleep on. He had got to feel them now he wanted to see them.

“Pull them big ass fuckin titties out.” He spoke with his shirt still clenched in his teeth making his dimples show.

Kaila heard comply to his orders. She pulled the top down and her strapless bra up and began to play with her nipples for him. Using the spit that dripped on her chest she rubbed it on her pebbles as her mouth became wetter with her arousal. She brought a hand back into her pants and tweaked her nub.

Erik watched her play with herself knowing that head wasn’t the only thing he was trying to get from her for the night. If she could suck dick this good he only imagine what that pussy was feeling like.

“Mouth to fuckin good to not try and fuck. You gon give me sum pussy after?” His hips still stroking in her mouth. Kaila tried to push him out by his thighs but he pushed her hands away. “Move them fuckin hands and answer my question.”

Closing her eyes trying to breathe through her nose she nodded her head. Erik smirked as he pulled out of her mouth. Dick standing up and dripping with her saliva.

“Get yo ass on this bed.” He took off his shirt and stepped out of his sweats and underwear leaving him in his naked glory.

Kaila got on the bed, kicking of her shoes she laid on her back looking at herself in his mirror that was above them before she felt him pulling at her leggings. She squealed from the quick action lifting up to help him get them off. The moment the air touched her thighs she grew self conscious of her appearance. Erik noticed when he opened her thighs climbing between them.

“Instead of being worried bout how thick these thighs are you should be worried about how you gon take this dick.” He leaned up and tapped his heavy meat on her covered clit.

“Ooh.” Out of reaction Kaila moaned and shut her thighs closed.

Erik grabbing them and pushing them back to their previous position. “Unh uh. Open ya fuckin legs. I know you got some good warm wet ass pussy. I can feel the heat coming off that muthafucka and I ain’t pull ya panties to the side yet.”

His dirty talk was making her pussy throb. Kaila wanted to feel that heavy dick split her open even if she cried right after. Erik spoke with big dick energy because he know he had big dick to deliver.

“I want some dick.” Her shy hushed words coming out. Kaila didn’t usually speak like this but Erik brought it out of her.

He smirked and grabbed her the back of her thighs and lifted them up pushing them on her stomach. “Oh you gon get this dick, but I wanna eat this pussy first.”

Without warning he bent his head down between her thighs. Using his teeth he dragged her panties to the side. Kaila jump feeling his breath on her lower lips. She started to brace herself when she felt a long lick go up and down her slick coated slit. Taking his hand he used it to separate her meaty flesh. Her natural juices sticking to the sides

Erik groaned biting his lip. “Mm I know you be making niggas drown in this shit.” He watched her hole open and closed as he spoke to it.

Spitting on her clit he went straight to sucking on it. Erik had to stop her legs from snapping on his head. He used the all the upper strength he had to hold her thick thighs down all the while never letting up on her clit. Keeping his mouth around her he flicked the bud repeatedly. Her juices started to drip out already soaking his beard. The smell of her sex made his dick jump with anticipation. He was ready to feel her in some type of way. Bringing his tongue down he began to tongue fuck her tight hole. She clenched down on him as he slid in and out of her walls. Using his thumb he rubbed her clit adding to her pleasure

“Ohh fuuckk....I’m about to cum babyy.” Kaila covered her mouth to try and lower her whining moans but the way he stuck his tongue in her made it impossible.

“Let that shit out.” Smacking her inner thigh he went back sucking her clit. Erik felt how tight she was on his tongue. He knew he had to open her up a bit to get her ready for his dick. He took two fingers and slowly worked them into her.

Kaila lifted her hips to meet his strokes as she felt herself come undone on his fingers. The suction he was applying on her clit brought tears to her eyes. Her legs shook already giving out. Erik lifted up bringing his fingers to his mouth sucking her essence.

“I’ll have game night every day just to get up in this pussy.” He rubbed his tip against her clit. Using her natural lubricant he made himself slick enough and sat at her tight opening. Erik lifted her thighs back to as far as they were able to go and used the weight of his hips and thrusted inside of her.

“Ahh FUCK!! Gah damn. Wait a minute.” He pulled out instantly and closed his eyes. He chuckled lowly shaking his head. “You got me fucked up if you think I’m not beatin this shit down.” He gripped Kaila’s thighs pulling her to the edge of the bed. He had her at an angle and was standing up.

Kaila squeaked. “Erik wait don’t go too deep-“ She was cut off feeling him sink inside of her. Her arms flailing over as she gripped his sheet. Mouth ajar and formed into a silent ‘o’ as she felt herself getting stretched open to max she’s ever been.

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Erik wasn’t playing when he said he was going to beat her pussy up. The size or weight of her body didn’t stand a chance to him. He was in beast mode as he drilled her shit in. Kaila’s cry’s and moans fell on deaf ears as he was hitting her spot. No matter how much pushing at his chest she did, it didn’t change the pace or motion he was going in. She had already came on his dick two times but that didn’t mean anything to him.

Kaila whimpered as she brought her hands to his hips to try and stop him. “Daddyyy please l-I can’t.” She brought a hand up to her mouth and bit on her knuckles.

Erik ignored her knowing that she was only speaking because of the sensitivity of her pussy started to probably grow higher the more he stroked her out. The minute he felt her pussy wrapped around his dick Erik got stuck. Her warm and gushy walls clenching him every time he tried to pull out. There was no way she wanted him out of this pussy.

“Move ya fucking hand and take some dick.” He barked as his dreads hung over his eyes and chain swung low. He pulled out tapping on her clit only to slide back in deeper this time.

“Unh..okayy.” She cried frustrated that she couldn’t run

He had her thick frame bended up like a pretzel. Looking between their bodies that was starting to sweat up, Erik watched the way he slid in and out of her. Her coat attached on to his dick. The way he could see her pussy throb around him. But the way she would involuntarily clenched her walls around him when he would pull out only leaving his tip in had her flipping Erik’s crazy switch.

Erik wanted to laugh when he saw the tremble in her lower lip and her tears coming out the corner of her eyes. He was giving her that good dick and he loved watching her get ruined in front of his face. Leaning over her he started to suck her nipples while his stroke never faltered.

Glancing up at the cieling Kaila watched him stroke deep inside of her in the mirror. The rotation of his hips along with his slight curve he had on his dick was sending her to another dimension. He was digging so deep inside of her it had her mind making up scenarios of having a family with him. It was the way he stroked her and fed on her nipples at the same time that had her seeing stars on his wall.

Kaila gripped his dreads. She moaned and whimpered with panted breaths. She couldn’t control the level of her voice. When his strokes were short and fast she’d moan but when he started tapping at her bottom her toes would curl and she’d whimpered and shake underneath him. Kaila didn’t have a clue when she would be able to find another person to hit it the way he did or if there would be another at all.

“Ohh daddy....you so deep in my pussy.” Her sexy moans in his ear had Erik ready to bust. He lifted from her tittes and gave her a nasty kiss. Tongue and all. Kaila moaned and clenched down onto him. Erik’s fingers dug into her skin and sucked on her lip.

“You gon let me nut in this tight ass pussy?” He whispered in her neck.

Kaila shook her head yes willing to agree with anything while he was laying that pipe on her. “Cum in me daddy.”

Erik wanted to hold off but the pussy was hitting too good. He stood back up and stroked until he bottomed out inside her. He’d always get his best nuts when he would go deep. Tucking his lip into his mouth his deep long strokes started to slow feeling his balls tightened. Erik closed his eyes when she gripped his meat and pulling his seed right out of him.

“Fuck!” He groaned and continued to stroke his nut out until he was empty. He pulled out of her with her cream coating his member.

His dick was still hard. Kaila was laying in the same position. Her thighs sore and unable to close from staying open that long. Sitting up she rested on her palms to observe him. Erik’s eyes was glued to her pussy before taking his hand and rubbing her clit.

“I can’t stay out this shit.” He licked his lips.

Kaila shyly smiled as she was about to speak when she heard laughing on the other side of the door.

“Now y’all niggas know them 15 seconds been up.” Celina stated loudly before laughing along with the others.

Her hand covered her mouth as embarrassment clouded her face. She pushed his hand away.

“See Erik I told you.” Kaila whined getting up.

“Wait,where you going?” He asked stepping in front of her.

“I’m going back to the game.”

“We not done here yet. Now come flip this coin to see what you could get. This head...or... this dick.”

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Please excuse any mistakes!

(Going to have to edit this later)

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happysoldlady · 3 years

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Game Night - Ezekiel Reyes

a/n: sorry that I went MIA again. y’all know how it is. here’s this. I cried.

taglist: @woahitslucyylu @thoughtsmeander2tumblingblindly @peaches007 @cocotheclown

You and EZ had been together for a little over a year, him being patched for a few months now. Most of the time the two of you were too exhausted to do much of anything but eat dinner and sleep. But once a month, at least, the two of you hosted game night for the club at your house. It wasn’t anything crazy, as all the members brought their wives and Coco usually brought Letty. It was something for all of you to do as a group that didn’t involve killing anyone, so everyone was on board.

You had taken off work early today, and then wasn’t scheduled for tomorrow and you thought that tonight would be a great night for the infamous game night. You had been cooking literally all day, as feeding the whole crew was a job in itself. EZ had made sure that everyone knew to be there around 7:30, so they could all eat with plenty of time to play whatever game they decided on. It was nearing on 6:30 now, and you had a little mix of everything. The large spread calling your name as the smells made for a delicious enticement.

You were keeping an eye on the rolls in the oven when you heard EZ’s bike pull up. You immediately smiled and peeked out the kitchen window to see him backing the bike up toward your garage so that all the other members could park with ease.

You cracked the oven open to see your rolls a crispy brown. You grin, grabbing an oven-mitt and pulling them out. You’re arranging them into a oblong bowl when EZ walks through the door, throwing his keys onto the small table beside it. He strolls into the kitchen and you swear you almost hear him moan at the spread of food.

“How long have you been cooking?” EZ asks, walking into the kitchen and leaning against the counter, watching you.

You place the last roll in the bowl, and then grab the cling wrap from underneath the sink to wrap around them hoping to keep them fresh for when the men start rolling in.

“Feels like forever.” You say, leaning to give him a sweet kiss before pulling the cling wrap out of it’s box.

You spend the next hour swatting at his hands, and then forcing him to go shower before everyone got there. You just hear the water turn on when you hear the first few bikes pull up.

You touch up your lipstick and then open the door to step out onto the porch to greet everyone. Angel, of course, is first, him planting a kiss to your cheek as he walks inside. Then, Coco strolls up your porch, with a less than enthused Letty in toll.

“Coco...” You greet with a grin, pulling him into a hug. You feel his jaw twitch as he bites back a smile. He also presses a kiss to your cheek and then strolls inside, stopping under the door frame to wait on Letty. She gives you a tight smile and a nod and you return it with a friendly grin, watching as they disappear inside.

Gilly jogs up the steps and pulls you into hug. “I’m gonna give you a hug while EZ isn’t around to get pissed about it.” You both laugh, and he presses a kiss to your cheek before he also walks inside.

You follow him inside to wait for the other members. Angel, Gilly and Coco always show up early so that they feel like they get first dibs on the food. You swat Angel’s hand away from the fried tortillas and then wink at Letty as she swipes a strawberry from the fruit tray.

“Boy scout in the shower?” Coco asks, leaning against a wall.

You smile and nod. “He should be almost done.”

Angel, Gilly and Coco all exchange a look before they’re rushing down the hallway to the bathroom to pester him.

You laugh and move the bowl of rolls to the end of the spread, and then making sure everything still looks fresh.

“No lemonade this time?” Letty asks. Her eyes are peering at you from the opening in the kitchen and you smile.

“You know, I forgot all about it. Do you wanna make some while we wait for the others?” You ask, walking to a cabinet above the stove and pulling out the lemonade mix.

Letty hesitates for a second and then nods. “Yeah, that’d be cool.”

You wave her over and show her how much mixture to put into the pitcher and then how much water. She nods, and then starts scooping. You smile encouragingly and then ask about her day. Of course she only gives you simple answers but you figure that that’s better than nothing.

“I fucking hate you guys.” You hear EZ grumble and you see the three of them shoving each other as they return back to the living room. You and Coco make eye contact and he looks proud to see Letty doing something productive.

“And I just fill the water up to this line?” Letty asks for clarification, holding the pitcher up to the light to get a better look. You hum and nod, pointing to the line in question. “Seems too easy.” She says, shaking her head, but she sticks the pitcher under the faucet and turns it on anyway.

“I like to stir mine as I fill it up, but that’s up to you.” You say, laying a spoon down on the counter. You decide leave her be, but as your turning to cross into the living room, she picks the spoon up and starts stirring.

EZ’s in a freshly ironed black t-shirt (thanks to you) and a different pair of jeans. His cut is folded over the back of one of the recliners as he ties his boots on.

“Well don’t you look handsome.” You comment, and the boyish grin he gives you makes you smile. He finishes tying his boots and then stands, giving you a short kiss. His hand lingers on your hip and there’s a familiar twinkle in his eye that you can’t wait to explore later.

“I don’t think y’all have time for a quickie.” Angel remarks, and then picks up the clock to look at for emphasis. Gilly and Coco both laugh but EZ just shakes his head.

The five of you sit in the living room and talk for a little while before Letty strolls in carrying two glasses of lemonade. She hands one to you with a proud look on her face.

“It’s not bad.” She says, taking a sip of her own and then looking at you expectantly.

You smile and then take a drink. “This is really good! Better than mine, for sure.”

Letty smiles proudly, lifting her head a little and then takes a seat next to Coco who gives her a soft look.

It isn’t much longer until you hear the motorcycles rolling up outside. You stand and smooth out your dress, and EZ pulls his cut over his shoulders. The two of you open up the front door and greet the older Mayans as the walk in, along with their wives.

Before you know it, everyone’s already eaten and are scattered across your living room with a handful of cards, and a drink. Gilly, Coco, Riz and Angel are all playing a game of poker. Bishop, Tranq, and almost all of the wives are focused on a game of rummy. And you, Letty, EZ and Creeper are playing monopoly. Creeper is losing badly and he’s already so deflated by Letty’s natural gift toward capitalizing that he’s not even putting up a fight anymore.

“Shit, man!” Creeper curses as Letty lands on yet another free parking. You want to be mad for your own game but you can’t help but feel at least a little responsible for the wicked grin on Letty’s face as she scoops all of the monopoly money towards her pile.

EZ’s been particularly touchy for most of the night. Little things. A hand on your back as you offer drinks. A helping hand when someone actually takes you up on your offer. A hand on your thigh while the four of you rotate through your monopoly turns. A kiss to the hairline when he catches you gleaming at a giddy Letty.

After most of the house clears out, and you’re waving goodbye to the slew of bikes rumbling down your street, you make your way inside to see EZ picking up beer bottles and paper plates, his hands balancing way too many. You smile, and rush over to him, praying to god he doesn’t spill any remains on your floors.

“You don’t have to do that, baby.” You say, taking some of the plates from his grasp to lessen the load. He shakes his head, and continues to help straighten up your house.

After most of the trash is picked up and the dirty dishes are at least near the sink, EZ’s focus turns to you. His hands slithering around your waist as your scrubbing one of the pans.

“Leave that for tomorrow.” He mutters, planting wet kisses up your neck. You smile and lean into him.

“If I do it now, then I don’t have to do it tomorrow, though.” You say, and you feel his chest rumble from behind you.

“Fair enough.” He sighs, and then picks up a sponge.

“What are you doing?” You ask, shaking your head. “You don’t have to do that. I got it.”

“If we both do it, it gets done faster.” He says, giving you a sly grin. So there the two of you are, in your kitchen, talking softly over the soapy bubbles as you wash the dishes and he dries them. And he’s right, in less than twenty minutes, the entire kitchen is cleaned up, and the dishes are put away.

You plop down on the couch with an exasperated breath, and EZ sits down next to you.

“Thank you for tonight.” He says, his eyes gleaming with gratitude.

“It was my pleasure.” You say, grinning. “But fuck, if I’m not exhausted.”

He laughs. “It’s because of Angel, isn’t it? Can’t get his own beer for anything in this world.”

“Definitely Angel.” You joke back, before leaning down to take off your wedges. Your ankles were definitely going to be sore tomorrow.

EZ’s quiet for several moments and when you look up, he’s staring at you. A very different look on his face and it makes your stomach drop.

“What?” You ask, your hand immediately swiping against your cheeks to check for anything.

You watch as he swallows, and then opens his mouth, “Marry me.”

You blink, mouth agape, and shake your head. “EZ, wha-”

And before you can ask him anything, he’s getting on a knee in front of you.

“I don’t have a ring because I just looked at you just now and realized that I won’t ever be happy if I don’t have this forever. So, we can pick out a ring tomorrow, but will you marry me?” He says, taking one of your hands into his own.

You’re crying. Of course you’re crying. “Of course! Yes!” You say, squealing as he lifts you off the couch, wrapping your legs around his waist. He buries his head in your neck, his strong arms holding you tightly against him.

“I love you so much, Ezekiel.” You whisper, pressing a sloppy kiss to his lips through your tears.

“I love you, Y/N. I can’t wait to be your husband.” He whispers back.

#ezekiel reyes #Mayans MC #mayans fx #mayans drabble #ez x reader #ez reyes #ez reyes imagine #mayans imagine #soa imagines #sons of anarchy

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nessianthrowaway · 3 years

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ACOSF 78.5

Wrote a chapter that i felt was missing, plz convey ur thoughts plagiarized the sex scene bc that felt uncomfy to write lol

Hours later, once Feyre and Nyx were sound asleep and Rhys had some color return to his cheeks, Nesta and Cassian flew back to the house. The new family was under vigilant watch by Mor and Elain, the latter who had refused to let Madja leave without the finest bouquet made from the rarest plants in the river house garden.

Mor had winnowed Gwyn and Emerie back to the library – Emerie had no desire to return to Windhaven just yet, especially when her home had been torn apart both by their Illyrian kidnappers and later, by Cassian’s utter panic. Nesta was not quite ready to part with her sisters-in-arms just yet, but knew they all desperately needed a bath and a warm meal.

Alone in the sky, Nesta rested her head against Cassian’s shoulder. She savored his scent, taking deep, heady breaths of him as they flew under the twinkling stars in the sky. She savored the feel of his strong heartbeat alongside the steady beat of his wings. She pressed a kiss to his jaw and idly traced the veins of his neck. She had missed this feeling desperately over the past week. And for a few terrifying moments on the slopes of Ramiel, she thought would never be in his arms again; the though threatened to set free the tears she hasn’t yet shed. Cassian must have sensed the direction her thoughts had headed in and only clutched her tighter to him.

Cassian flew them higher and higher, and with each beat of his wings, Nesta allowed the bone-tired weariness to creep in. She couldn’t remember the last time she ate a full meal or got a full night’s rest. She ached to be reunited with her bed or be reacquainted with the House’s culinary creations.

A few wingbeats later, Cassian arrived at the landing of the House. He gently lowered Nesta down to her feet, but as soon as her legs touched the ground they threatened to buckle. He wordlessly lifted her back up and carried her past the threshold of their home.

“Welcome home,” he whispered against her ear.

Nesta shuddered; her home, her friend. In response, the house brushed a calming wind against her forehead, and Nesta could smell of roast beef (or was it a steak?) wafting from her room and hear a trickle of water coming from the adjoining bath. As if the house knew exactly what she needed; an old nursemaid indeed.

Cassian carried her down to her room and cautiously set her down. Her knees wobbled but she remained upright. They both silently took in their surroundings and started; in the corner of the room stood a spiral staircase, a staircase connecting her room and Cassian’s above her.

Cassian chuckled, “Guess someone has been doing some redecorating while we’ve been away.”

“I guess so,” Nesta mused. To the House she said, “Thank you.” Nesta could’ve sworn the air around her bowed in response.

“What should we do with my room upstairs – we can turn it into an indoor training ring. Or an auxiliary library. Or into a giant closet. The opportunities are endless,” Cassian grinned.

Nesta blinked away the tears threatening to let loose. It was so silly – so silly to be brought to tears by something this mundane. But to have options, to have the ability to plan for the future. The future with him. This was something she would never again take for granted.

“We can do whatever we want.” She said in response. She took in a deep breath. “But right now, I think I really want a bath.”

Cassian nodded. “I can’t say I like the scent of you in another male’s clothes. I’m looking forward to using this outfit as kindling.”

Nesta snorted, and slowly, painfully walked into the bath chamber towards the already drawn bath. The enticing scents of lavender and lilacs drifted towards her; but she found herself too exhausted to peel off her clothes, oversized though they were. Cassian silently entered behind her and gently took off the stolen, stinking clothing. He lifted her naked body into the bath and Nesta groaned at the first touch of warm water against her aching body.

The water didn’t sting against her injuries as it should have; taking a quick glance at the bottles lined up next to her told Nesta that the House had mixed a healing salve into the water. Nesta couldn’t be more grateful.

As soon as she was settled in the bath, a tray of roast beef and vegetables appeared in front of her, resting across the tub. Next to the main course was the most beautiful slice of chocolate cake Nesta had ever seen. The sight of the steaming meat and shining dessert had Nesta ready to break down in tears again.

“Looks good enough to eat.” Cassian said, a touch too innocently. Nesta smiled up at him.

“Do you want to get in?” She asked him, echoing the question from so many months before.

The amber in his eyes darkened, his eyes scanning over her body like a brand. His gaze lingered on a cut on her shoulder; Cassian sucked in a breath, and schooled his face into neutrality. Courtier indeed. His response was the same now as it was then, and a softer type of pain slashed across his eyes, “You’re hurt.”

“That didn’t stop you before.”

Cassian growled, low and heady in his throat, and Nesta’s blood sang in response.

Cassian pointed towards the tray of food. “Alright. Get started on your dinner. I’m going to go dispose of these godsforsaken clothes and be right back.” Cassian turned and picked up the pile of torn and dirty clothes and strode out of the bathroom.

Nesta’s tired and aching body thrummed in anticipation, creating a strange combination of exhaustion and eagerness. She turned her attention towards her food, and began to eat, counting down the seconds until her mate returned.

Cassian hadn’t been gone more than four minutes when he returned to the bath. He laughed softly at his view: Nesta dozing off, in front of her a half-eaten plate of roast beef and a second plate, completely empty, where not a single crumb of chocolate cake remained. Nesta’s mouth was lined with her dessert; he had never known his mate to be an ill-mannered eater, but the residue from her meal showed him how starved she must have been.

Mate. His mate. He leaned down and helped himself to the remaining beef and vegetables on her plate. This wasn’t quite the food sharing ceremony that he wanted, but what was hers was his, and what was his was hers. They might as well start sharing now.

He lifted the empty tray off the bath and set it on the floor. He turned to grab a towel but was halted by Nesta stirring.

“What took you so long?” She grumbled.

“I was gone for less than 5 minutes. You’re exhausted.”

“I don’t care. Get in.” Nesta threw as much bite into the command as she could, but her exhaustion won out. Instead, she wound up sounding like a petulant child. Irritated, she made to scooch forward in the tub and stared up at him expectantly.

Cassian loosed a sigh and rolled his eyes. “Your wish is my command, my lady.” He peeled off his clothes, keeping his eyes on hers. He wanted her – needed her – badly, but knew she needed rest. He lowered himself into the bath behind her, wings and all.

“Dunk your hair in so I can wash you.”

Nesta obeyed, and was rewarded by his fingers skillfully lathering something scented with lilacs into her hair. He massaged her temple, her hair, and behind her ears with such skill that she moaned. She felt him hard and ready behind her and made to reach for him. He flicked her hand away, his laugh a quiet grumble in his throat. Cassian leaned his mouth down against her ear to whisper, “When you’re healed and looking pretty again, then I’ll let you fuck me wherever you please in this House.”

“Using my own words against me. You’re a quick study, Courtier.” Nesta chuckled, “You would think saving the High Lord and Lady of the Night Court would entitle me to some sort of a reward.”

Cassian felt his heart clench, and quickly forced the somber thoughts out of his mind. She had saved them; she had saved them all. He would never stop being thankful for his brave, beautiful mate. “Dunk your hair back in the water and we can get you dried up.”

“I don’t want to leave the bath yet. I like it here.”

I like it here with you, were the words that were left unspoken, but understood, between the two of them. Cassian nodded silently against her, pressing a kiss to the back of her head.

Nesta leaned more fully against him and closed her eyes, and Cassian wrapped his arms around her waist. In their home, his mate in his arms, he relished in this moment. This is more than I could have ever dreamed of.

Nesta whispered, “You’re more than I could have ever dreamed of.”

Cassian stared down at her, but her eyelids were drooping and he knew that she needed rest. He only held her closer and began soothing strokes down her leg.

Safe in her mate’s arms, Nesta slept.

Hours, or maybe even days, later, Nesta awoke in her bed. It was dark again – could she have actually slept an entire day? She rubbed her eyes awake.

Wings, she realized. She had been sleeping cocooned in her mate’s wings; they both were. She turned to face him; her beautiful, kind, and fiercely loving mate. Her love.

It was rare that she awoke before him; his Illyrian training had him up at the crack of dawn every single day. It wasn’t often that Nesta had an opportunity like this, an opportunity to stare at his perfect face. A face she hadn’t seen for a week. A face she hadn’t been able to fully appreciate in their reunion that had been cut short.

Conveniently enough, they were both naked – she peered down and laughed quietly. Even in sleep, he was ready for her.

Nesta lifted an arm to trace the velvety membrane of his wing. She traced from its outermost border toward his back, stroking determinedly where skin met wing, and pressed a kiss to his chest, trailing her mouth upwards. She reached her other hand down and began pumping him softly, and felt her own wetness begin to pool between her legs.

“Good morning,” he whispered when her mouth met his.

“Good morning,” she whispered back, smiling. She lifted her hips in silent command.

Grinning wickedly, Cassian obeyed. He nudged at her entrance but halted there, and Nesta whimpered.

Cassian snickered, “Still so impatient, Archeron.”

Nesta growled. She arched her neck in a second command digging her fingers into his shoulders, and Cassian didn’t hesitate a single second before licking up her neck and plunging into her at the same moment.

I missed this. Being drenched in you. Nesta gasped at Cassian’s voice, as clear as any words spoken aloud, in her mind. Cassian chuckled, his laugh a song to her blood. One of the many benefits of the mating bond, in case you forgot.

Cassian drew out in a long slide, leveraging Nesta’s stunned silence to his benefit. He thrust back, seating himself fully and watched her eyes roll back into her head. The sight of her so undone so quickly had him ready to come instantly, but he willed his cock to relax.

He withdrew again, and watched his cock slide out, gleaming with her wetness, and then plunged again. With every thrust, he lost himself in her, as if he hadn’t already done so weeks, months, and years ago. He lost all sense of himself, and there was her, only her.

I love you. He said into her mind with every thrust. I love you.

Nesta couldn’t stop the barrage of tears freeing themselves from her eyes. The words that had evaded her for so long, the words she knew to be true with his every action and every glance in her direction. The words she didn’t know she needed to hear until now.

“I love you,” she choked out, “I have always loved you.”

I love you. With everything I have ever been, with everything that I am, with everything I will ever be. I love you.

Release barreled into them both at the same moment, and he rammed up into her with such a mighty thrust that they both screamed. She clamped around him, and he spilled as much of himself as he could into her.

They clung to each other, Nesta stroking his arm and Cassian clutching her tightly to his chest on top of his thundering heart.

“I love you,” he whispered, silver lining his eyes, “More and more with every passing moment, with every passing day.”

She kissed him deeply, letting her lips and mouth and tongue convey what words could not. Surrounded by the love of her House, the love of her mate, and her growing love for herself, she said to him, do it again.

Cassian grinned, happy to oblige.

#acosf #sjm #sarah j. maas #cassian #nesta #nesta acotar #nessian #fanfic

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cafedanslanuit · 4 years

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pairing: Saeran x MC

summary: Saeran's favourite place was between MC's legs.

warnings: oral (giving and receiving), food play, orgasm denial, begging, and a little bit of cursing.

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If someone asked Saeran a year ago about his favourite place, he would have answered his garden. After he and Saeyoung had moved into another house, he had taken a couple of months to set up a garden in the backyard. It had all his favourite flowers and even if it wasn’t as big as the one in Mint Eye, this one actually felt like it was his. There were countless nights where he would lay down on the grass and look at the stars for hours. The calmness that surrounded him could only be compared to the times MC snuggled up to him while asleep.

However, things changed. Even if he still dedicated time every day to tend to his flowers, he had to admit his new favourite place was between her legs.

It had taken some time for him to be comfortable with the whole idea of sex. He was more than thankful by how patient she had been with him. She had literally taken his hand during the whole thing, exploring each other’s body with such tenderness that even when the tiniest insecurities crept on his mind, she made sure to take a break until he was comfortable again.

Saeran loved kissing every part of her naked body. Once he got the reassurance he needed, he found himself enjoying folding her breasts. They were soft, even softer than her cheeks. He loved leaving open mouth kisses on one of them as his hand gently massaged the other one. Time and experience taught him how she liked to be touched, when should he have a harder grip and when he should flick his tongue over her nipples. Saeran loved the way her chest vibrated with her soft moans and her hands would sometimes find their way to his hair, softly tugging on it.

But if he had to choose, he would eat her out for days.

He would draw a trail of soft kisses down her body, starting from her ear to her thighs. She always called him a tease when he spent time kissing both her inner thighs, but he wasn’t sure what she meant by that. Her legs were also soft and warm, so they were always a good appetizer before burying his face on her crotch.

Saeran liked to start slowly. He always started by giving MC a long, languid lick all across he slit. She would always let out a shaky breath the moment his tongue made contact with her skin. Oh, how he loved how wet she always was before he even did anything. Her flavour was different from anything he had tried before. It was enticing, a little bit sweet and had quickly become his favourite. Saeran would place slow, open-mouthed kisses over her labia as he hooked his arms around her thighs opening them up enough to see her clit. Once he got a better access to it, he would draw a circle around it with his tongue. He loved how he could feel it twitching at his ministrations and how MC’s soft moans became louder. Saeran then proceeded to place his lips around her clit, softly sucking on it. Her legs would always press against the sides of his head immediately, but he didn’t mind. In fact, he loved he could know how much she was enjoying it. He took his sweet time between playing with the bundle of nerves and swirling his tongue around the rest of her core.

Sometimes, he would add his fingers. After holding her thighs, he knew they would be warm and wouldn’t cause any discomfort at all. His mouth never left her clit, he only moved his chest up enough for his finger to enter her as slowly as he could. He loved the way her whole body tensed around it in a delicious way. Saeran would deny it if anyone asked, but he had lurked around certain forums and read about the hand movements that would assure him MC would enjoy it as much as she could. He had been trying them all out, his eyes locked on her expressions and sounds, to keep tabs on which ones worked the best for her. His small research had shown she really liked the ‘come hither’ motion. Most of the time, he would wait until her hips bucked against his hand. After so much time studying his lover’s body, he already knew that meant she was up for a second or third finger.

His tongue would never leave her skin, always matching the rhythm he used with his fingers. When MC started cursing, he knew she was getting closer. Sometimes, he would decrease the speed to make her last longer, even if that meant MC let out a shaky laugh, accusing him to be a tease again. Honestly, he just wanted to make the whole experience last for her as long as he could. Other times, the tug MC had on his hair became harsher and her breathing hectic. Then, he would comply and flick his tongue quickly over her clitoris until her legs closed up again against his head and she let out her now-familiar high pitched squeal. Saeran would slowly decrease his speed to help her ride out her orgasm until her body relaxed again and he could hear her soft chuckle as she returned from her bliss. He would let her rest for a couple of minutes, laying his head on her thigh or stomach and then would get back on it again. And again. And again.

That night, as soon as Saeran entered the house, he was received by MC’s arms circling his neck. She left kisses all over his face making him laugh softly. It had been a quick trip to the mall, but there she was, beautiful as ever, pouring so much love it made him a little dizzy. He suddenly noticed MC’s hands sliding underneath his shirt to his lower back, her cold fingers touching his warm skin as she pulled him closer. Her mouth travelled to his neck, where she began pressing kisses just where she knew it drove him crazy. Saeran shivered when he felt the tip of her tongue drawing small circles between his jaw and ear.

“I was only gone for half an hour,” he whispered, still holding his grocery bag.

“Am I not allowed to miss you?” MC asked, before giving his earlobe a small lick.

“Y-yeah,” Saeran stuttered. “It’s just I would have bought ice-cream tomorrow if I knew you really wanted me here,” he said with a nervous chuckle.

MC pulled away to look at his turquoise eyes and then to the bag he was still holding. A mischievous grin appeared on her face, making Saeran furrow his eyebrows in confusion.

“Actually,” MC said, licking her lips. Saeran swallowed. “I think we can put that to use”.

Fifteen minutes later, they were locked inside their bedroom, kissing each other still with their clothes on. Saeran had let MC gently push him to the bed and now was sitting on the edge of his while she straddled him. He could feel himself getting hard at the way MC rocked her hips against him, but honestly, he could have achieved that only by the way she was kissing him. She took her time licking his lips and kissing both his upper and bottom lip. The kiss was slow and sensual and Saeran was enjoying every second of it. So, when MC stood up, he let out a small whine. She took her dress off, letting it fall on the floor, revealing pearl lingerie underneath. Saran couldn’t help but stare directly at her, his cheeks burning by how gorgeous she looked.

“So,” she started, walking to the grocery bag left by the door. “I want to try something. But, you know how it is. Tell me if you don’t like it and we’ll stop, okay?” she asked, taking out the carton of ice-cream and walking back to him. Saeran nodded, still a little confused as to what she wanted to achieve.

She kneeled in front of him on the floor and started unbuckling his pants. He lifted his hips to help her and let her pull down his underwear and pants. His cock was achingly hard in anticipation and in any other case he would have tried to look away, but curiosity was killing him. Saeran watched her open the carton and passed her finger across it, to then slowly suck the tip. MC hummed and looked back at him.

“Great, I like vanilla,” she commented, anointing more ice-cream on her finger once more. Looking at him the whole time, she spread it over the tip of his cock, making Saeran hiss. “Is it okay?” she asked. He nodded.

“It’s just cold,” he muttered. Once she made sure he was fine, MC circled Saeran’s cock with her tongue, trying to catch all the ice-cream with it. He let out a shaky breath, engulfed by this whole experience that just seemed surreal to him.

MC grinned and took more ice-cream with her finger, now spreading it across his whole length. She slowly licked from the top to the base and then made her way back. She repeated the process but now took him whole inside her mouth, her head bobbing up and down as slowly as she could. Saeran’s legs started shaking and he grabbed fistfuls of the sheets to try and keep himself in control. He had always found MC’s movements in bed seductive, but this was on another level. She was not only taking her time to blow him but was also trying to enjoy the sweetness of the ice-cream as she did so.

When she pulled away, there was some white ice-cream on her upper lip. Saeran thought he would come any second now. Trying to focus as much as he could, he let MC repeat the process multiple times, his eyes going to the back of his head each time she decided to circle the tip of his cock or give a long, slow lick underneath his shaft. He let out a broken moan when he felt his cock hitting the back of her throat and how MC tried to push him even further than that. He was no longer a man but a mess of whimpers and moans barely holding on as MC was having the time of her life licking off the ice-cream off his cock.

Sooner than he had wanted, he felt his orgasm was coming closer. Saeran tried to warn her, but only babbles came out of his mouth. Thankfully, she got the message and proceeded to put a generous amount of ice-cream over his cock one last time. MC took him all inside his mouth and bobbed her head in a slightly quicker pace, trying to make him orgasm. It didn’t take long for her to succeed; she felt the warm spurts of cum inside her mouth mixing with the ice-cream she still had in her mouth. Once he was done, she pulled off of him and swallowed, loving the sweet aftertaste that she had in her mouth.

“Did you like it?” she asked, resting the side of her head on his trembling thigh. Saeran nodded, his breath hitching as he tried to recover from his orgasm. He cradled MC’s face in his hand and stroke her cheek. She smiled at him. Saeran took a deep breath, trying to calm down a bit before he spoke.

“Can I… try that out?” he asked. Her smiled got wider and she nodded. Honestly, the sounds he had been making had already made her wet so she was more than ready for him to take the lead.

MC stood up and sat next to him. Saeran kissed her, his chest tightening at the vanilla flavour he could still taste on her lips. Gently, they changed positions until he was once again in his favourite one: between her legs. He helped her take her panties off, the glint of wetness on her core driving him mad. The ice-cream carton was now on the bed and he wondered for a second if he could somehow mess it up. MC had been perfect while she sucked him off, what if he couldn’t deliver with the added ice-cream?

“Hey,” she said as if she could listen to his inner thoughts. “Don’t overthink it. I didn’t know what I was doing and you ended up liking it, right?” she shrugged with a playful smile.

Saeran nodded and took a deep breath. He scooped some ice-cream using two fingers and placed it over MC’s folds. He watched her squirm a bit and figured she was reacting to the coldness as he had done. For a moment, he just stared at it, loving the way her body heat was already melting it, a drop of ice-cream running down between her folds. It looked so enticing. He had never thought about mixing the two things he loved to eat the most, so now having in front of him seemed like a dream.

Experimentally, Saeran gave a long lick to MC’s folds, trying to get all the ice-cream he could get. She shuddered underneath him, her hand travelling up her hair and throwing her head back. He scooped more ice-cream, repeating the process. He quickly got the hang of it, MC’s soft mewls being music to his ears as he got to enjoy her taste mixed with his favourite brand of ice-cream. Sometimes, he would let the ice-cream melt a bit, just because he loved the view of her labia drenched in white sweetness. He eagerly ate her out and, sooner than usual, she started cursing.

“Fuck-- baby, I… I’m going to come,” she whispered, letting out a moan after a particular flick of Saeran’s tongue on her. He looked up to her, still using her white lingerie, both her hands tangled in her hair.

“No,” he just said, going back to putting more ice-cream on her. MC looked down confused, her chest rising and falling at a quick pace.

“What?”

“Don’t come. Not yet,” he explained, going back and sucking her clit. She moaned and grabbed a fistful of the sheets underneath her.

“Saeran, I really, really need to…”

Her request was cut off by Saeran humming in denial, her lips busy with sucking all the ice-cream off of her. They had never discussed power roles in the bedroom and most things that they had tried had been, well, vanilla, but Saeran’s sudden refusal to let her come was doing things to her mind that just worked.

MC’s legs started trembling harder than usual, and a lot more obscenities left her mouth as Saeran’s lips worked on her. The constant change between hot and cold was driving her mad and the thought he was refusing her to come just hit all the right buttons for her.

“Please… I don’t know how long I can--”. A loud moan escaped her mouth, her legs no longer responding. “Baby, please,” she begged, a little bit of drool on the corner of her mouth. “Please, let me come. I need to come, baby, please.”

She felt her arms starting to give out as well, her hands shaking at the pleasure she was under. Saeran looked up to her and the most seductive chuckle she had ever her from him almost made her come in that instant.

“I’m sorry,” he muttered, giving her clit an open-mouthed kiss. “I just wanted to eat you out a little longer,” he admitted with a ragged undertone in his voice. "You can come now."

Almost on command, MC’s legs shot up against his hand, her whole body shaking uncontrollably as she reached her orgasm. As he was used to, Saeran kept his tongue working, making sure she could make the orgasm last a little bit longer. He had to admit he had never felt her shake that way before, but if that meant she was enjoying it even further, then he was more than glad. Saeran noticed her discharge and licked it off with the remaining ice-cream. The flavours mixed in his mouth and he thought it was pure bliss.

When MC body had finally relaxed, Saeran pulled away, not before making sure he had got all the ice-cream off. He noticed her legs were still trembling a bit and he couldn’t help but smile. He pushed himself up a bit to lay his head on MC’s stomach, his eyes dreamily looking at her post-orgasm face. He loved the way she looked as she tried to regain control of her breath and her cheeks were flushed.

“I can’t feel my legs,” she whispered and let out a small laugh. She looked down at him and ran her fingers across Saeran’s bangs lovingly, a tender smile on her face. “Thank you. That’s was really, really great.”

Saeran pressed a kiss on her stomach and closed his eyes, letting himself relax under his lover’s touch.

“I love you,” he said, his arms circling MC’s waist as he snuggled her close.

“I love you too,” she smiled, tapping the tip of his nose playfully.

MC eyed the ice-cream carton that was still at the end of the bed. The label that read vanilla made her snort softly as she kept playing with Saeran’s hair, lulling him into a restful sleep.

#mystic messenger #mysme saeran #mm saeran #saeran x mc #mystic messenger saeran #saeran choi #saeran choi x mc #mysme #mysme imagines #mysme scenarios

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cobrakiin · 3 years

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I Wouldn't Fall For Someone I Thought Couldn't Misbehave

Cojeel | Mentioned Lulev + Stingue | Rated: M (Nothing Super Explicit but ends with Very Spicy Fluff)

When Gajeel signed on for helping re-stabilize the Magic Council after the bombings, he didn't expect all the redundant paperwork, nosy coworkers, or the smokin' hot redhead that likes to play dangerous games with him.

And he should really learn to lock his front door... but why should he? He's practically rewarded for leaving it unlocked!

Aka the post-Rhodonite/Road Knight oneshot that my brain decided to inspire me to write by repeatedly chanting "COBRA SHOW HIS LEGGY" repeatedly until I finished writing it.

[AO3] [FFN]

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"Everything okay?"

"Nn?"

"You've been quiet," Levy reiterated.

"'Course I am, I've got all these bullshit reports to do," Gajeel grumbled, motioning to the mess of papers on his desk. "If I'd known helping clean up after the Council was gonna involve so much goddamn paperwork, I would've told 'em I can't read and saved a hundred trees."

"That's very noble of you," Levy said, unconvincingly flat. She leaned her elbow on her desk, resting her chin in her hand. Her honey brown eyes narrowed, watching him suspiciously. "I meant that you haven't seemed to be your usual self recently. You've been way more distracted lately."

He snorted dismissively. "I ain't you. Sue me for findin' never-ending paperwork boring."

"Come to think of it," Levy ploughed on, "It started right after that mission to recapture that Oracion Seis member." She tapped her index finger against her chin, feigning thought. "And he got away…"

Gajeel sharply eyed her.

His position in the New Magic Council was… unique. Gajeel was only handed cases regular Rune Knights couldn't handle - he was a Dragonslayer whose magic made near-unbreakable iron objects and also happened to be an expert tracker, so he became the guy who could track and capture the more elusive, difficult targets.

An escaped, dark mage Dragonslayer? Right up his alley.

Officially… Gajeel had found Cobra, but the sudden issue of an active child trafficking ring took precedence and Cobra 'got away' in the mess of it all.

Unofficially… Gajeel had found Cobra and they'd exchanged blows at first. Testing each other until Cobra's real target had revealed itself. Then the two Dragonslayers tore those kidnappers to shreds. Once the kids were safe with Council forces, Gajeel had managed to track Cobra down again a few remote towns over. (Gajeel tracked him; Cobra didn't 'let' Gajeel find him again - nope! Finding him again was all Gajeel!) And that's where everything got a lot messier and a lot hotter… and a lot stickier...

Dragons were very much creatures that abided by the Universal Law of the Four F's - food, fight, flee, or fuck - sometimes there was a Fifth F in there, too… something about "Friend" or whatever.

Gajeel meeting Natsu? Fight on sight.

Meeting Laxus? Yeah, there was a Fight, but Gajeel was a little more honest with himself these days that he had actually wanted to Flee the Thunder God.

Wendy and Rogue? He guessed that's where "Friend" came in. Maybe also Food somewhere mixed up in there; they both really needed to eat more. That counted, right?

That blonde idiot mated to his brother? Well… if Sting weren't practically plastered to Rogue's side every waking minute of the day, Gajeel wouldn't mind a Fight with him. (Besides, the guy reminded him too much of Salamander.)

But meeting Cobra? That was the first time his inner dragon skipped past all the other F's - looked right at that cocky little shit-eating elf - and decided on Fuck. And it soon became apparent that Cobra's inner dragon had come to the same conclusion about Gajeel.

It was not at all what he had expected when he'd been handed that case file. He'd expected a Fight and not a Fuck. And while he got both - he was getting plenty of the second one. Even now.

He wasn't stupid: Cobra would do a lot more good out there slaughtering slavers than locked back up for, what? Crimes he committed as a teenager? (Following that mission, Gajeel had checked what was left of Cobra's file after the bombings. While he was sure the redhead had done much worse than what was in there, legally all they could hold him on now was "association with dark mages" and a couple of assassinations they "suspected" him of.) Killing traffickers the Council couldn't (or wouldn't) go after was basically community service, in Gajeel's opinion.

An added plus to all that "community service" was that Cobra sometimes showed up after Gajeel was done with a mission. Always approached him alone, always knew where they wouldn't be seen, always teasing so many somethings without saying anything directly. And sometimes whispered somethings led to somewheres - like the bed of a shitty inn for the night or a tent deep in the woods... or that alley behind that diner that one time.

"It's okay to give yourself some slack, you know," Levy's voice dragged him unwillingly out of his thoughts. "Sure, you didn't catch him. But you saved twelve kids and stopped more from being kidnapped. That's an accomplishment, too!"

Gajeel rolled his eyes. He 'hasn't been himself'... tch, yeah - 'cause he's been getting regularly fuckin' laid! He wanted to brag and practically had to bite his tongue to force himself not to.

"I don't really care that much about catching him," he half-lied. He did want to catch Cobra - to keep chasing and catching him, over and over - he just didn't want to arrest the poison dragon. "I ain't beating myself up over that. I've- Look. It's somethin' else, okay?"

The short bluenette blinked her surprise at him before her mouth widened into a smirk. "I just wanted to make sure you're okay," she said, pretending to go back to her own stack of reports. "I thought you might have been upset about the Cobra situation. But from that reaction, I'd almost guess you were seeing someone."

Gajeel forced a scowl in an attempt to squash the heat rising to his face. "So? Even if I was - and I'm not sayin' I am - it's not a fuckin' crime." Except that in his case, it most certainly was. He snorted indignantly. "I didn't bother you half this much when you an' cosplay girl went away on that gal-pal trip to that couples-only hotspring."

Levy's eyebrows immediately arched at that. "Gajeel, you sent me a text message that contained a book, a bunny, and a scissor emoji. Fourteen times." She shook her head. "Lucy saw it and almost passed out from embarrassment because she doesn't know what a kind, supportive asshole you are."

He spluttered. "Don't remember, didn't happen."

"If you ever start dating someone, just know I'm going to have my revenge. Tenfold."

TWUNNNG.

The sound of a lone, reverberating guitar string being plucked played as his lacriphone buzzed in his pocket. (With his tough skin, he couldn't always feel when his phone vibrated. When he had first started using it, he had the notification sound set to an annoyed cat's meow, but Pantherlily refused to go out on missions with him if he didn't have his phone set to silent. Reluctantly, he'd change it to a guitar twang to appease his friend.)

The lock screen showed he had two messages from a number he didn't recognize.

The first message was an image. Taken from a bathtub... his bathtub! In his house! A leg - warm chestnut skin dripping wet as soap streaked down the exposed, toned thigh - casually hung over the side of his bathtub, suds and the shimmer of the overhead light on the water obscuring anything more tantalizing lurking below.

Light, faint purpling could be seen on the inner flesh of the thigh, and Gajeel's mouth went half-dry at the memory of suckling and pinching the soft skin there between his fangs.

The second message flat-out taunted Gajeel: [You should really learn to lock your doors, Mr. Councilman... who knows what kind of criminal could break in?]

Gajeel could practically feel the blood rushing from his rapidly blanking mind to somewhere much, much lower. He managed to hold back the approving, dragonish purr that threatened to rumble from his very core.

"So you are seeing someone," Levy troublesomely commented over Gajeel's shoulder, causing Gajeel to jolt and nearly fumble his phone onto the floor. That sneaky little shrimp! When the fuck did she even get there?! "You know, you don't have to hide it, we're friends. Who is she?"

Right. The pic was only of a leg. (And it was a fuckin' nice leg, the guy had a great pair of them with a perfect, shapely ass to match.) All Levy had seen was a leg. Sent from a burner phone, not that she'd know that just from the quick peek. Nothing identifiable.

Taking a few calming breaths, Gajeel grit his fangs in a friendly yet dismissive frown. "It's a he, Shrimpy. Don't go makin' assumptions 'bout who I bed." Despite how they picked on each other, she was his friend, and he'd toss her that one bone. "And he would prefer if my work life didn't go poking into our personal life. As a matter of fact, so would I."

Levy feigned thought for a moment. But the teasing, troublesome glint in her eyes remained. "You mean to tell me that he doesn't want to be seen with a grown man that collects Hello Kitten merchandise and refuses to lock his own front door?"

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It was impossible to ignore the other male's scent in his home, warmly dampened by a recent bath. Gajeel tossed his uniform coat on the hook by the door and kicked his boots off in a hurry. The scent carried into the kitchen, where it was obvious a certain home invader had definitely helped himself to the contents of Gajeel's fridge, and he followed it to the living room and to who he knew was waiting there for him.

Gajeel knew who he was dealing with by now: Cobra went where he pleased, when he pleased. Nothing could hold him in one place for long and, knowing how much Cobra valued his freedom, Gajeel didn't care to try. Besides... the redhead was just as enticing whether he was standing in front of him or walking away - neither was a bad view.

And it wasn't a bad view that waited for him at all.

Freshly bathed and stretching the length of the couch lounged a certain redheaded poison dragon. His hair was still damp and… and Gajeel had to blink a few times, because Cobra was wearing his clothes: a loose black t-shirt and pair of gray sweatpants, both a little big on his lithe frame.

"What," the lounging elf playfully sneered, "Did you stop for flowers?"

Gajeel crossed the space between them in two strides and practically dove into the arms of the smaller man. Their mouths met and the battle for dominance began. And Cobra pulled, fought back in their embrace; he didn't lay there passively. Cobra was flexible and could move with ease, but Gajeel had more mass on his side and used it to his advantage as he rolled them both off the couch and onto the carpet.

He managed to pin Cobra beneath him, settling his hips between Cobra's legs, and almost losing all rational thought as he rutted against him.

The iron dragon's lips parted as a husky growl rumbled from his throat and slipped out past his fangs: "So ya broke in, used all my hot water, stole my clothes, and cleaned out my fridge? And you expect me to let you get away with that for free?"

Gajeel was far from mad. Cobra being in his house, seeing Cobra wearing his clothes, knowing his mate was sated by food he provided - it was all pulling right at that primal, possessive side of him in all the right ways.

"Not breaking in if you don't lock your doors," Cobra replied cooly. "You were practically asking for it."

Gajeel wanted to fuck him through the goddamn floor right there and then.

"Let's play a game," Cobra said, mouth still so close that their lips brushed with each word, single violet eye glinting up at the man above him.

"Yeah? Since when do you wanna play games...?"

Smirking, Cobra pulled back, knowing just how to egg Gajeel on: "If you're afraid you'll lose, I could always-"

Gajeel silenced him with a kiss, pressing him firmly against the floor with his body. "I like winning games," he rumbled, "'Specially against you."

"If I can pin you to the couch, I get to fuck you," Cobra explained the first part of the game.

The iron dragon immediately perked to attention. He loved when Cobra spoke dirty, and loved the sound of this game - just as much as Cobra knew he would. "That sounds kinda one-sided," he said, though he shifted his weight in anticipation anyways.

"Let me finish," the redhead scolded him, enjoying the way Gajeel's breath hitched as he pressed himself flush against him. Cobra's hand slid between them, sliding down, and his palm paid special, gripping attention to a growing bulge in Gajeel's pants. "If you can get me upstairs, you can tie me to the bed and do whatever you want to me."

Gajeel clenched his eyes shut as Cobra's hand squeezed suddenly, firmly, as a faint groan escaped him. "Really, you're s-sure?"

"Yeah," Cobra confirmed. It hadn't been too long ago that the thought of being tied up and fucked would have made him recoil, but he trusted Gajeel. He knew Gajeel had a thing for bondage and trusted him to not take things too far - and Gajeel wanted to show him that trust was not misplaced.

Iron claws surfaced and flexed, hungry fangs peeked out of Gajeel's mouth in barely contained urge. "Funny, you gave yourself the closer spot."

"You've got more muscle on your side."

"You've got fancy ears, you know what I'm gonna do," Gajeel pointed out.

Cobra gingerly traced a finger down Gajeel's jaw, fangs glinting in a devilish little grin. "When's that ever stopped you...?"

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"Hn?" Gajeel cocked a studded brow, noting how easily his fingers had gone in.

The tied-up redhead under him still somehow managed to scrape up enough cockiness in his voice: "I was ready for either of us to win tonight."

"Ya mean ta tell me that you were up here pleasing yerself in MY bed and you just let me sit at my desk ALL FUCKEN DAY?!"

#fairy tail #gajeel redfox #erik cobra #cojeel #fanfic #cobra #i can now say that i've titled a fic after a hozier song so i'll cross that off my bucket list #no beta bc my mind would not stop going LEGGY until i posted this please let me have peace now

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harryandmolly · 5 years

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Change of Pace - 11 (Summer 2019)

cowritten by @achinglyshawn

summary: Shawn and Maya meet again 10 years after life got in the way of love

warnings: language

wc: 7.1k

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Maya rolls on top of Shawn with a dramatic sigh. She props her chin up on his chest and pokes insistently at his shoulder, blinking quickly.

“Ok. Seriously. Wake up.”

Maya’s been rolling around for half an hour waiting for him to stir and wake with her. She’s got that itchy feeling in her skin that tells her she needs to get up and get out to the beach. She tries not to get too cheesy and spiritual about it, but the ocean is calling. She has to answer.

Maya lowers her face to his bare chest and leaves sweet, soft kisses all over before turning them into wet, sharp nips, hoping to get his attention. She knows she wore him out last night but it is definitely, absolutely time to get up.

Shawn is startled awake by a sharp sting to his chest. His head pops up, curls flopping over his forehead as he presses himself up on one forearm. He blinks blearily, a tired huh? falling from his lips.

He feels Maya draped on top of him before his vision clears. His eyelids flutter a few more times and there she is, looking down at him like an impatient kid on Christmas.

He grins, wide and lazy.

“Hi. Can I help you?” His voice is raspy with sleep and strained from his near-constant moaning last night. He lifts one hand to her back, pressing his palm into her warm skin and spreading his fingers. He strokes her gently as his elbow slips and his head falls back onto his pillow.

He wishes he could wake up like this every damn day. But he can’t, so he’ll treasure these mornings while there’s still time.

Maya smiles with childlike delight when her nibble on his chest finally wakes him up. She crawls a little further up his chest and feels the gentle pressure of his hand on her back. When she gets to her destination, she’s propped up over him so their heads are level. She nudges her nose against his playfully.

“Yes, hello there, I’ve been trying to gently wake you up for like a half hour but I had to resort to other methods.”

She decides to butter him up with lots of warm, soft kisses across the smooth planes of his face because she knows he’ll have a reaction when he realizes what time it is, or clues in to the fact that it’s still mostly dark outside. He won’t be upset, exactly, but he’ll roll his eyes and mumble and smash his face into the pillows. She drops her lips to his and hums because even with morning breath she thinks he tastes good. Or maybe she’s just totally infatuated.

“S’okay,” he says through a yawn, eyes closing as her lips explore his face, “I like it a little rough.”

His lips quirk into a smile but he keeps his eyes shut, lets the feeling of her mouth on his skin wash over his sleep-heavy body. He doesn’t even know what time it is, but he thinks he could lie here like this for years. Or at least a couple more hours. Maybe they’ll fall asleep like this and then when they wake up again, she’ll let him make her come.

Her lips find his and he groans softly into the kiss, his hand moving from her spine to cup the back of her head.

“Can we go to the beach baby?” she murmurs into his mouth, sliding her fingers into his hair to massage his scalp and bend him to her will.

His sleepy morning fantasy is ruined with her gentle request. He groans against her mouth and turns his face away from hers, pressing his cheek into the pillow.

“Right now?” he says groggily as he turns his back to her, finally opening his eyes once more. He realizes now that it’s basically still dark out, that he can barely see Maya’s pretty face in the dim light of dawn.

He won’t say no, but he doesn’t have to give in right away. It’s fun to watch her plead her case.

Maya smiles at the predictability of Shawn’s reaction. Her hand falls from his hair when he turns his face away to pout. As he groans at her, she sits forward and buries her face in his neck to tickle him with her fluttering eyelashes.

“I just checked the surf forecasts. Swells are 2ft at 15 seconds. Offshore wind only. C’mon, Shawn, it’s against my religion to miss waves like that. And I have to get there before all the loser surf bros do,” she reasons, dragging her lips off his warm, welcoming neck to widen her eyes at him.

Maya doesn’t have to use the weather and tides to convince him, but he likes when she talks like a surfer. It’s incredibly sexy. He keeps his face buried in the pillow, though, not one to give in too easily. She’s just so good at being persuasive. He wants to know what else she’s got up her sleeve.

When she sees no reaction, she purses her lips and lifts a hand to trace a slow circle around his adam’s apple. Her finger trails down his chest to brush over his nipple and continue until she can slot her fingers between his ribs and feel his heart beating smoothly.

She lowers her voice and hoods her eyes. “I’ll give you anything you want.”

Her fingers leave a trail of blazing fire in their wake, his whole body heating up from her attention. Her hand finds his ribcage, right over his fluttering heart, and he knows she can tell he’s a little more awake than he’s letting on.

He sucks in a gentle breath, turning his face from the pillow and blinking up at her. His tongue glides along his lower lip.

I want you to stay here, with me, forever.

“Okay. I’ll take a million dollars, rich girl.”

Maya snickers and pops up on her hands and knees over him, biting her lip.

“Will you take a check or do you want cold hard cash?”

She’s only kind of joking. She could probably give him a million dollars without too much trouble. She really does have entirely too much money.

“I want you to pull out as much cash as the ATM will let you and then dump it on the bed so we can roll around in it. Have you ever done that? Or is that a tacky thing only poor people dream about?”

Maya rolls her eyes. “It just sounds dirty, actually. And not in the fun, sexy way.”

She pushes off her hands and sits up so she’s straddling his torso. Her fingers brush over his chest teasingly. She cocks her head and decides to sweeten the deal a little more.

“I’ll roll us a joint,” she offers, lifting an eyebrow.

Checkmate.

Shawn’s hands quickly find Maya’s thighs, fingers curling into her soft skin, stroking gently over the stretch marks he loves. She’s looking at him like she’s coming up with a plan to somehow eat him alive. He wouldn’t mind, actually. What a way to go.

She offers something almost as equally enticing. He grins.

“Well, twist my leg, why don’t you, eh?” he murmurs as he slides her towards his thighs while he sits up. They’re chest to chest as he straightens out, and he curls one heavy arm around her waist to keep her close.

Maya’s nose wiggles as she bites down a snarky comment about his very adorable, very Canadian “eh?” and instead nestles up against him, wraps her arms around his shoulders.

“So I get to smoke the whole thing while you surf, right?” he asks with a teasing smirk before kissing the apple of her cheek.

“Don’t get greedy,” she warns him, running the tip of her nose along his jaw, “Or I won’t share with you at all.”

With a grin, she springs off his lap, stark naked, and yanks at her dry bikini and wetsuit that are hanging in the ensuite bathroom. “So is that a yes?”

She’s gone before he gets the chance to kiss her. He’ll chase her down for one later. She’s already in the bathroom, tugging her wetsuit onto her body before he can give a definitive answer. He laughs, falls back onto the bed, his curls flopping out on the pillow.

“It’s a whatever you want, Lemon,” he calls, letting himself rest his eyes for a few more minutes before rolling out of bed.

His entire body cracks when he stands. He doesn’t like feeling like he’s getting old, but he kind of is. He’ll be 36 like, any day now, and then he’ll be closer to 40 than 30 and that’s-- he groans, goes to pull on a swimsuit and decides not to think about it.

Maya scrambles into her wetsuit and feels her skin prickle with anticipation at the sound of the zipper as she tugs it. That sound means freedom and sun and sand and ocean and only positive associations. She craves it. Kind of like she craves him.

With a toothbrush shoved in her mouth, she looks out the window. The streetlights are still on. God, he really must be crazy about her because she knows he’s not really a morning person like she’s always been, even in college. The palms sing with the breeze as the deep dark of night starts to fade up into a hazy blue. She inhales at the open window and smells sea air.

He calls to her as he steps into his shorts, letting the band snap against his waist, “Do you want me to pack up some snacks or should we swing by the diner first?”

Shawn’s voice startles her. She turns around and bobs her head at him before she spits. “Snacks. No time for diner. No time, no time.”

He slides behind her at the sink, reaching over her shoulder for his toothbrush as she finishes up. He watches her flit around her room while he brushes his teeth.

She won’t relax again until she’s on the beach. Her board is already racked up on her ridiculous orange Wrangler. She has a go bag with beach stuff in the car.

She reaches for his hand. “C’mon!”

He barely has the chance to spit before she’s grabbing him and hauling him downstairs. He laughs behind her, scrubbing a hand through his sleep-mussed hair.

“Lulu, the snacks,” he insists, stopping in the kitchen. He extracts himself from her vice grip to dig through the pantry for bags of chips and dried fruit, as well as trail mix and the beef jerky Maya is weirdly fond of. He grabs a cloth Whole Foods bag hanging on a hook and dumps the food there.

Right, right, the snacks. She’s practically buzzing around the kitchen while he stocks up for their day. The closer she gets to her board, the more eagerness she feels to fling herself into the ocean.

He hooks the bag over his shoulder and follows Maya out to the Wrangler, watching her double check her board that sits atop the orange vehicle.

Finally, finally, they’re out the door. Maya steps into the driver’s seat barefoot and wiggles her eyebrows at him, turning on her headlights in the still cool, dark morning. Before she pulls out of the stony driveway, she leans over the center console and plants her lips to his briefly.

“Thank you.”

The drive to the beach is short. Most mornings, Maya walks out in front of her house to surf but the forecasts this morning have her pointing a little further down the beach for the best swells. They’re parking in the empty lot in under five minutes. Maya licks her lips as she looks out to the water and feels the adrenaline start to rush.

She reaches for her beach bag in the back seat and pulls out her cosmetic bag she’s repurposed as a weed bag. She winks at him, leaning back in her seat and lifting her leg to fold under her as she uses her knee as a joint rolling surface.

Shawn likes to think that, even though she hasn’t said it, Maya shows him she loves him in little ways. Like the press of her lips to his, the gentle thanks she gives, the wink she sends him before she starts rolling the joint.

“Missed this,” she murmurs gently, keeping her eyes on her work.

Her quiet admission has his heart flipping in his chest. He settles back into his seat as he watches her deft fingers, temple tipped against the headrest.

“Missed you,” he replies, his voice a rasped whisper.

Maya ignores the way the hair on the back of her neck stands up when he tells her he missed her. The sudden alertness reminds her of what she hasn’t told him. What she doesn’t know how to tell him.

Shawn watches Maya lift the joint to her lips, little pink tongue darting out as she licks over the adhesive strip before smoothing it down along the length of the roll.

“S’pretty,” he murmurs. She’s always been better with joints than him. Small, nimble fingers and all.

She glances down at the joint she’s just rolled quite expertly if she does say so herself. She lifts her eyebrow haughtily and grins at him. “They always are.”

She slips her Bic lighter out of the center console and lights the joint, taking a deep, long inhale. She passes the joint to Shawn and smiles through her exhale, tipping her head back until the smoke surrounds her in a musky cloud.

“The sea is calling,” she whispers dramatically, a wicked glint in her eye as she leaps out the driver’s side door and goes about yanking her board off the rack on top of her car.

Shawn’s still choking down smoke when Maya leaps from the car, sighing dramatically about the sea like she’s secretly a mermaid. She might be, he doesn’t know for sure. He’s never been out that deep with her.

He tucks the joint back between his lips as he grabs the snack bag and hoists himself out of the car, not even bothering to keep up with her as he lazily wanders down the beach.

“Don’t hit your head on the board because you’re high!” he calls after her, taking the joint between his fingers. She’s not really that high, not from one hit, but he likes teasing her. He smiles as he watches her dump her bag with their towels on the beach and scurry down to the shore so she can paddle out to the waves she’s desperate to ride.

He could get used to mornings like this. He could get used to anything with her. He could dive head first into it, just like she dives head first into the sea.

He drops the snacks and flicks the ashy end of the joint, taking another hit as he lays a towel from Maya’s beach bag on the sand. He settles on his back, lifted onto his elbow with his legs crossed as he lazily puffs on the joint. He stubs it out on the bottom of his sandal after a minute, knowing how much Maya likes a nice big hit once she’s back from the water.

Maya barely hears Shawn’s teasing cries as she hustles toward the water with her ankle strap secured and her heavy board under her arm.

She grins at the cold water when she reaches it. A wave laps at her feet like it’s saying hello. She hums deep in her chest and kicks into it until the water reaches her waist. She lifts herself onto her board and starts paddling. It feels so good.

Those waves Maya was waiting for? They’re coming. She can feel them coming, but they’re not here yet. So she has time to think.

She knows sitting behind her, watching her with that smile on his face, is the man she once thought she’d get to spend the rest of her life with. When she walked away from him, she wasn’t sure she’d ever see him again. She turns her head to look at him over her shoulder, waving shyly.

The truth is, she still has so much to riddle out about how she’s feeling about all this. The resurgence of them, the lies she’s told, her inner dialogue, everything’s getting so tangled. Surfing helps take that away.

Shawn watches Maya wade into the water, then hike herself up on her board. His stomach twists as she paddles her way into the horizon he can barely see at five in the morning.

His chest swells. He holds his breath. He always worries about sharks. He’s always nervous about riptides.

But she’s always beautiful when she surfs.

He knows she’s waiting for those perfect waves to start rolling in. He thinks maybe she can smell them, maybe even feel them before she can see them.

She’s always been good in the water.

He wonders if a mermaid could ever really love a human.

He lights the joint, takes another hit, and watches Maya wait for the waves.

Maya closes her eyes and starts paddling. She can feel the way the sea is sucking back away from her fingers into a building swell. She’s going to chase it down. The only thing about it is it takes her further from him. Her heart’s on the beach and her body’s in the water.

She duck dives beneath the surface. It’s cold and dark and startling. She gasps for air when she pops back up because the water is bracing. As the wave builds to where she wants it, she turns and paddles until she pops up to stand on the board. It’s fucking thrilling, the first wave of the morning. She breathes in slowly, shifting her balance, bouncing the board a little and giggling. She rides the wave until it caps off and she dives backwards off the edge of the board.

Maya resurfaces with a grin, looking for his approving gaze, trying not to feel like a child seeking a parent’s attention. She just… she loves the way he looks at her when she’s doing something impressive.

He holds a puff of smoke in his mouth as Maya gets up onto her first wave. She rides it with ease, but he can’t exhale until she dives back down into the water.

Shawn tugs his lip beneath his teeth as he waits for her to pop back up. When she does, he feels his heart settle against his ribs. It stutters, though, when she flips her salt-soaked hair over her shoulder and turns to look for him, a proud smile spreading her lips.

He grins back, just as proud as she is, but also incredibly awestruck. He’s never been able to surf like her. He doesn’t feel connected to it like that, though. He’s glad Maya does. He loves watching her get lost in doing what she loves.

Two or three waves later, she’s dragging her board back to shore, exhausted and ready for a break. She sweeps her hair over her shoulder and leans down for a kiss.

She doesn’t give him time to make some stupid comment about being glad she didn’t get taken by the kraken. She gathers her hair behind her neck and drops down to press her lips to his. He grunts, hand coming up to cup her jaw. The joint lies forgotten on the towel beneath him, if only for the moment.

Maya smiles into his lips, tasting the smoke on him. She tilts back before too long to look at him with a stupid grin. She pecks him one more time before plopping down on the towel in front of him, clocking the sunrise behind his shoulder.

“Feeling good, baby?” she teases, nodding to the mostly-smoked joint behind him.

She reaches back and tugs at her wetsuit zipper until she can wriggle her arms out and push it down around her waist, left in her bikini top. She turns and slides back into his chest, waiting for him to shrug his arms around her and relight the joint.

All he can do is give her a lazy nod and a crooked smile as he watches her peel her wetsuit down. His fingers itch to tug at the little bow of her bikini top so they can be totally topless together, but this isn’t Europe so he resists.

Maya settles between his legs, falling back against his chest like there’s no better seat in the house. Shawn smiles to himself as he reaches back for the joint, keeping one palm planted on the towel while he wraps his arm around her waist.

“Got the lighter?” he hums, holding the joint up to her between his forefinger and thumb. He drops his lips to her shoulder, kissing her salt-soaked skin as Maya grabs the bic in front of her.

Maya plucks the joint from his fingers. She lights it, takes a long inhale and holds it in for as long as it takes for a wave she’s watching to swell, crash, and then recede from the shore. She breathes out and holds it up for him over her shoulder.

She looks down at his arm around her waist. She traces the tip of her finger around a freckle on his forearm. She blinks lazily and smiles.

“You remember that summer we came out here together?”

He’s busy nosing gently at her neck, following a trail of freckles splattered from her shoulder to her ear. Her question snaps him from his daze. He takes the joint from between her fingers and smiles.

“‘Course,” he starts before hitting the joint, turning his head to exhale the smoke away from her. “I remember we rented that cottage like two miles down from here. You liked it because it was next to the surf shop.”

He nips at her shoulder, reaching around to lift the joint to her lips once more.

He remembers she also liked that the cottage had a beach facing patio with high fence so the neighbors couldn’t see in. She liked being able to watch the sunset over the horizon as they fucked on the weatherproofed daybed, she liked the hummingbirds in the bushes in the mornings, and how the sun would shine through the windows at 3 in the afternoon, so she could get the best light for her painting.

He remembers everything.

Maya tilts her head forward slightly to take the hit he offers her. She lets the smoke seep out of her mouth as she leans further back into him, indicating she’s had enough. She turns her face so her cheek rests against his chest.

“I was obsessed with the surf shop,” she recalls with a chuckle, shaking her head. She had learned to surf as a kid when she used to vacation in Hawaii with her parents. Avila Beach’s reputation as a great surfing community was one of the draws when she and Shawn rented there. She befriended Denny, the droopy-eyed, perennially stoned but deeply knowledgeable shopkeeper and his cat Frisco. Maya didn’t really like cats but she loved Frisco. He was enormously fat and gray and lazy and did figure eight circuits between her legs when she came to visit.

“I remember the first night we got here,” she whispers, closing her eyes, “I remember how the cottage smelled when we walked in. I remember ordering from the deli in town. I remember falling asleep on the daybed on the porch. And then we woke up in the middle of the night and--”

She doesn’t think she needs to finish. She thinks he probably remembers that too. She trails off with a giggle.

He smiles into the top of Maya’s head, snubbing out the joint on the sandal that rests next to the towel as she settles into his chest.

Shawn presses a kiss to her hair, letting her reminisce about their first night in Avila and remembering that first night, too. He laughs softly as she fades to a giggle.

“Just like last night, eh?” he murmurs, nuzzling his nose softly into her salty hair. He tightens his arm around her waist, trying to pull her closer into him even though he doesn’t think it’s actually possible.

Maya’s face warms at the thought of last night. Her whole body warms at the memory of waking up with him, lying on top of him, her head rising and falling with his chest. She feels him trying to pull her even closer like he won’t be satisfied until they’re one being. She understands the feeling.

Shawn reaches for the bag of snacks, plopping it between Maya’s thighs before settling his arm around her waist once more.

“Gotta eat, Lemon.”

Her bleary eyes perk up at his snack offering. She sifts through the bag and finds an orange to peel. She hands him a banana because it has the perfect number of spots that he likes his bananas to have.

“Do you have to be at the shop today?” she wonders, lifting her eyes to the sky as she thinks, “I can’t actually remember what day it is. I have beach brain.”

She tucks a wedge of orange between her lips and hums at the citrusy sweetness.

He accepts the banana gladly, sitting up a little straighter to wrap both of his arms around her. He tucks his chin over her shoulder, looking down as he picks at the speckled yellow banana peel.

Shawn shrugs. He probably should go into the shop. No one has a pick-up scheduled but he has a few guitars sitting in stands, waiting for his attention. Plus the piano. Not that he’s getting paid to build that, but the faster he gets it finished, the faster he can sell it and get more money in the bank.

“Probably should. But you could hang out if you want. Draw or something. I wouldn’t mind the company,” he hums, taking a bite of his banana and trying to act way cooler than he feels.

He’s vying for her attention again, just like he always would when they were in college. He’s perfectly capable of working alone, just like he was perfectly capable of studying alone, or writing music alone. But he always preferred being with her. He still does.

He hopes she can’t feel his frenzied heartbeat against her back.

Maya blinks. Something in her wants to back away slowly when he mentions her coming along to draw at the shop.

She used to draw with him all the time. Hell, she used to draw him all the time. He was one of her favorite subjects -- the slopes and planes of his face, the structure of his hands, the beautiful length of his body. But she hasn’t drawn in front of anyone since she tried to go to that weekend sketch class at the Met about 8 years ago and walked out almost mid-panic attack.

“I’d rather come watch you work,” she says, hoping it sounds breezy instead of strained.

Her eyes drop when she feels the quickened beat of his pulse. She tells herself she doesn’t need to feel guilty, she’s just not… there yet.

She reminds herself she won’t be if she just tells him the truth.

She could say it now -- just blurt it out and see what happens. “I’m not going back to New York.” It wouldn’t even be that hard.

But it is.

Shawn takes another bite of his banana.

“Okay,” he swallows, licking the corner of his lip, “Whatever you want. You can sit there and stare at my ass if that’s what you’re into.”

He kisses the side of her head before finishing off the banana and dropping the peel next to their towel.

Maya’s smile is half-hearted, but she’s facing away from him.

“That’s definitely what I’m into,” she jokes, picking at her orange peel. She holds up a wedge over her shoulder to feed it to him.

Shawn knows not to push Maya about the drawing thing. He’s noticed her relationship to art seems kind of… strained these days. If he were braver, he’d ask her about it. But these days he feels thankful that she just wants to be in the same room as him; he’s not sure he should push it by delving into the more personal stuff.

He pretends it doesn’t hurt, and that the rift between them that makes him feel like they can’t be truly open with one another isn’t painfully palpable.

He’s really good at pretending, these days.

Shawn tilts down, plucking the orange wedge from her fingers with his teeth. He sucks on it as Maya grows quiet in front of him, resting more of her weight against his chest.

Maya wants to pivot the conversation away from this. She’d rather dive into something else, but everything feels like dangerous territory. She wants to ask about how he learned to make instruments, how he decided to open a shop, why he came back to Avila. She wants to know more about the circumstances surrounding his divorce.

But how can she expect him to be honest with her if she can’t be honest with him?

She takes a deep breath and swallows the last bite of orange. She turns her cheek back to his chest and noses at him gently.

“I think I’m ready for a nap.”

She smiles. She always gets like this. She sprints out the door before sunrise, drags him to the beach, smokes, surfs for an hour, smokes some more. As soon as she gets food in her, she’s ready to pass out on his chest.

He finishes his orange slice and sucks the juice from his fingers while keeping one steady arm around Maya. He’s busy sucking on his thumb when he feels her nose against his chest.

“You wanna go back?”

Shawn tilts his head to look down at her, but her eyes are closed as she looks like she might fall asleep right here. He doesn’t blame her. It’s just now 6 am. The sun hasn’t even broken the horizon.

“I’ll drive,” he murmurs, dropping his lips to her hair.

Maya feels a little guilty for dragging him out for only an hour. She knows him, knows he would’ve rather stayed in bed and had a lazy morning with her. She can make up for that.

She flutters her eyes open and smiles at the warmth in his cheeks.

“Kay,” she hums, “Let’s get back into bed.”

Maya carefully extricates herself from his arms and stands, helping him up. In five minutes, they’re packed up and Maya’s yawning as she tucks herself into the passenger seat.

She gazes at him while he drives them home. He’s so patient with her, with her whims and her quirks and everything about herself she doesn’t quite like. She thinks maybe he’s an angel. She looks down at his fingers resting on the gear shift. She brushes her fingertips over them and closes her eyes again.

Shawn keeps his eyes on the road, but stretches his fingers when she teases over his knuckles. He reaches up and laces their fingers together, his palm still pressed to the gear shift.

Maya doesn’t say anything, so he doesn’t either. He doesn’t mind the silence. He just likes being alone with her.

They’re back at her place in no time. Shawn takes the snack bag and the beach bag with their dirty towels and slings them over his shoulder as Maya wrestles her board from the top of the car.

He stops at the top of the stairs of her deck, turning to look down at her as she trails behind him.

“How sandy are you?” he asks with a quirk of his brow, glancing back at the outdoor shower tucked in the corner of the deck. He looks back at Maya and smiles, tilting his head.

“I can wash your hair.”

Maya’s almost asleep when she feels the car gently lurch into park in her driveway. She is negotiating her board off the car to bring it into the garage because it needs a wax when Shawn pipes up.

Maya blinks and looks down. She’s hella sandy. And starting to get itchy.

Maya props her board up in its rack in the garage and hears her flip flops slap the deck steps as she climbs them two at a time. She stops beside him and presses a gentle kiss to his cheek.

“Yes please,” she whispers, kicking off her flip flops on the way to the secluded corner of the deck where the doorless shower is installed against the wall. She has hedges high enough to ensure total privacy and Bumble and Bumble bath products on the built-in shelf. It’s pretty much perfect.

Maya turns on the water and starts wriggling out of her wetsuit, eager for Shawn’s gentle hands on her scalp.

Shawn only lets himself watch Maya undress for a moment. He could easily get carried away watching her, but she’s expecting him to join her. Quickly, he scrambles out of his shirt and swim shorts and follows her to the shower.

She’s pulling her wetsuit off of her feet when he approaches her. He cups her waist gently so she knows he’s there, then reaches for strings of her bikini, tied into a bow at the nape of her neck. He tugs gently, watching as the strings fall away from her shoulders.

Maya doesn’t jump at the feel of his hand against her bare skin. She doesn’t know if it’s her drowsiness or her keen sense of him that has her jumpy reflexes dulled, but she eases into his touch right away.

He’s always very helpful getting her undressed, she thinks with a chuckle as the strings of her little black bikini top fall and dance around her thighs. She tugs at the bow below her shoulder blades and tosses the triangle top away on the deck to dry off.

“These too?” he murmurs, walking his fingers down her side until he reaches the little bow on her hip. He teases the strings, but doesn’t pull. Instead, he drops his lips to her shoulder and presses a lazy kiss into her skin.

She feels his fingers even hotter against her skin than the water that’s coursing down her stomach. She nods, closing her eyes when she feels his lips. She lifts a delicate hand and rests it on the back of his neck.

“Mhmm,” she answers just as gently, “Those too.”

She drops a hand to her opposite hip and works on that little bow as he handles the other side.

Once the little bikini bottoms are pooled at Maya’s feet, Shawn takes a step into her, pressing himself to her back so they can share the shower stream.

He presses his neck into the small curve of her hand while his nose nudges her temple gently. He’ll lather his hands with shampoo and get down to business in a minute. Right now, he just wants to feel her pressed against him.

Shawn’s finds the soft curve of her belly with his broad palms. He presses his fingertips into her skin as he kisses the angle of her jaw. He’s not after anything, not when he knows how tired she is from probably not sleeping at all in anticipation of waves.

Shawn just likes being close to her. He likes leaving little hints, gentle gestures to remind her he’s here, if she needs him, and he loves her, if that’s okay.

Maya kicks the bikini bottoms out next to her top and focuses on Shawn. Her hand falls from his neck when his hands enfold her stomach. She places her hands on top of his and just lets him hold her. His hands don’t wander, his kisses are soft and chaste. He just wants to be close.

She can let him get this close. Not any closer. Not yet.

Maya exhales slowly. She tilts her head back on his shoulder, feels the salt in her hair scraping against his warm skin. She keeps her eyes closed because the shower head is directing water at their shoulders so she couldn’t pass potential tears off as shower water. She has to keep it together. But it’s hard, when all she wants to do is feel like she can be fully here with him, totally present, cards on the table. Every day she lies it gets harder.

He kisses her cheek, then the top of her head.

Eventually, he pulls away, but just enough to turn Maya and nudge her beneath the water so he can help her wash the salt from her hair. He gives her a quiet smile as he reaches around her for the shampoo.

“Ready?”

Shawn turns her gently. The rushing of water in her ears is a welcome reprieve. She smiles sleepily up at him.

“Thank you, baby.”

It’s a broader thank you than one just for his offer to wash her hair. She hopes he can feel that.

Shawn lathers his hands with shampoo as Maya lets the water soak through her hair. Her smile is tired as she looks up at him. He smiles back, shrugging a little as he reaches for her, sliding his soapy fingers through her hair.

“I like doing it,” he murmurs, gently massaging his fingertips in small circles. He moves over her scalp, from the top of her head to the nape of her neck, humming quietly as he does so. He gathers the length of her hair in one hand, giving it a squeeze before pulling his soap-covered fingers through it.

Maya watches him as he watches his hands in her hair. They’re so big they cover most of her scalp all at once. And he’s so gentle. This particular skill might’ve been one he practiced in her absence. That would be ok, she tells herself.

She fights her eyes that want to drift closed. She wants to look at him. She wants to watch him take care of her. A part of her knows she deserves the tenderness. She doesn’t want to miss this. She’ll want to hold onto it when she tells him the truth. She’ll need it.

He finishes his scrubbing, brings his thumb to her chin and tilts her head back so the water can rinse away the shampoo. Shawn reaches for the conditioner, squeezing a dollop the size of a nickel into his hand.

“Turn around, Lemon,” he murmurs, giving her a soft smile.

She does finally let her eyes slide shut when he rinses her hair. She lets a shuddering breath escape her chest and tightens her jaw.

She turns at his request and steps closer to him. She craves his touch, even just on her hair. She needs it. Maya needs him.

He brings his conditioner-slick fingers to her hair, slowly tangling his fingers in her locks, avoiding the roots because he knows she doesn’t like to use a lot of conditioner close to her scalp. Something about the extra oil, so he tries to be careful.

He tries to work the cream through her hair in the same way they do at the hair salon when he goes for a cut. He rolls strands of her hair between his fingers, gets carried away studying the contrast of her dark hair on his pale skin.

He’s meticulous and careful and completely focused despite the early hour. He holds her thick, snarled hair between his fingers and massages the conditioner through as though he does it every day.

It makes her dizzy.

She blinks and almost has to plant a hand on the shower wall. Instead, she reaches back and cups her hand around his hip. He’s sturdier than any wall, to her, anyway.

Eventually he’s able to tug himself out of his reverie, pulling his fingers from her hair and tipping her head forward carefully so he can rinse the conditioner away. He glides his palms over her head, watching the soapy water sluice down her back.

“Okay, sugar,” he murmurs once he’s satisfied her hair is thoroughly rinsed. He cups her hip and turns her carefully, reaching to tilt her chin up so he can look at her. “Back to bed?”

He turns her around again and places his warm, rough fingers under her chin. Before she answers him, she lifts onto her toes and plants her hands on his chest, kissing him slow and deep.

She steps back and turns off the water with a tired smile. “Back to bed,” she confirms.

She takes his hand, walking him around the corner to her stack of expensive, fluffy towels. She wraps one around his shoulders with a giggle and tucks hers around her chest.

He gladly accepts the towel, smiling down at her as he dries himself off.

“This is like a five star hotel, Lu,” he says with a crooked grin, noting the fact that the towels are nice and warm. She’s got all kinds of amenities in this little cottage of hers. He knows it’s something she used to dream of, having the perfect beach house that has everything she could ever need for surfing and art. He’s glad she’s got it now.

They leave their cold, drying clothes on the deck as Shawn leads her inside and up the stairs to her bedroom. He drops her hand when they reach her way too comfortable bed, drying himself off once more before crawling under the sheets, settling back against the pillows with his arms tucked behind his head as Maya slips in next to him.

He doesn’t know how much more sleep he can get. Now that he’s been up, he’s pretty awake, but Shawn knows Maya’s teetering on the edge of slumber. She’s always sleepy after a good morning in the waves. Probably sleepier now that they’re like, old. He doesn’t feel old when they’re together, though. He never knew what adults meant by that before, but now he feels it in his bones with her.

He’ll rest his eyes as she sleeps. Maybe he’ll write another song about her in his head. It’s been happening more and more lately, since they’ve been spending more and more time together.

Maya shuffles the towel through her hair and slings it haphazardly across the towel bar in her bathroom. It’s the last conscious move she can make before she collapses into bed beside him.

Shawn settles in against the pillows. Her base human instincts have her crawling nearly on top of him, resting her head on his chest to hear his steady, comforting heartbeat beneath her ear. He’s warm and stable and the rhythm of his breathing feels like the waves she loves so much. She lets them carry her off.

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- Both of the Frog Brothers believe in the existence of fairies. Alan, who wished he could meet some fairy folk, even before he really believed in them, is certain that they should attempt to make contact with one. He maintains that association with such a creature could be beneficial to their cause. He is sure it would hold some invaluable information. Edgar, as always, is a lot more wary, uncertain if a fairy could be trusted any more than a vampire, or a werewolf. He keeps tidying away the enticements that Alan leaves out, around the house, scolding him for his careless behaviour. He decides it would be much safer to go outside and seek out a fairy than to invite one into their home, were it could cause untold mischief. So that is what they do, when they feel they have time.

- Alan is a fantasy fanatic and you can prise that from my cold, dead hands. He definitely has a Falcor toy that he uses as a pillow.

- Edgar has a gargantuan crush on Jodie Foster. Once, Alan caught him giving a magazine clipping of her a goodnight kiss, while he thought he was asleep. Though Alan assured Edgar it was no big deal, at the time, in certain circumstances he does threaten to tell Sam.

- Alan fiddles around with his gum, far more than he chews it. He will wander around the shop, playing cat’s cradle with his slick web of masticated bubblegum, before shoving it back into his mouth and putting his slobbery fingers all over the merchandise.

- One of the only film scenes to make Edgar tear up, was Rambo’s breakdown at the end of “First Blood”. He tried to hide it, but his eyes were rubbed raw by the time the credits rolled.

- Early in his friendship with the Frogs, Sam never heard Edgar laugh, nor did he see him smile very much. For quite a while, he believed that Edgar was probably just someone who was born without much of a sense of humour, or else he simply did not understand anyone else’s. This misconception came to a sudden end, one afternoon at Frog Comics.

The shop was rather empty at that particular hour. Sam had seated himself on the counter, munching his way through a bag of pick ‘n’ mix. Alan was restocking nearby and Edgar was sweeping up around the counter. Sam had been vaguely aware of Scooby Doo rerun, playing on the aged television that propped up dozing elder Frogs, but paid it no mind as he sifted through his sweets. He did not even notice when Edgar paused his work to squint at the cartoon shenanigans, flickering across the cloudy, little screen. Sam’s confectionaries nearly went flying from his lap, when he was startled from his selection by an unfamiliar sound, beside him.

Edgar was resting his chin upon the tip of his broom as he gazed at the TV screen. A thin, yet oddly toothy grin had crinkled his eyes into bright, little slits. He was laughing. Little snorts, huffs and voice cracking giggles bubbled from his nose and through his teeth. It was an image so unlike that of the Edgar that Sam had known, up until then, that he did not know whether he thought it beautiful, or nightmarish. His rapt attention was distracted momentarily, by Alan marching by him and when he looked back to Edgar, he was sweeping again, looking as stoic as though he had not been amused at all. Months elapsed, before Sam heard Edgar laugh like that again. By then, he was ready to welcome and enjoy it.

- When there is some down time at the shop, but Alan knows he may have to spring back into action at any time, he likes to recite things to himself. Song lyrics, poems, entire chapters of books, or conversations from his favourite comics. If he makes any mistakes in his recital, he will go back and start from the beginning.

- Edgar likes Scooby Doo, but Alan is also partial to cartoons. One of his favourites is “The Pink Panther Show”. Edgar cannot understand this, as he finds that show very boring and will not let Alan forget it.

- Alan prefers to eat with his fingers, whenever he possibly can. His food will have to be pretty wet, or soft, or hot, before he will fetch himself a fork. He rarely, if ever sits down at the table to eat a scheduled meal, preferring to graze throughout the day. He never, ever uses crockery. He eats out of packets and tins and drinks straight from the carton. You can always tell where he has been eating, because he leaves crumbs and spatters and bits of cereal on every surface.

- Edgar does not have scheduled meal times, either, but he does prefer to eat at the table, with his food on a plate. He will forego a knife, preferring to cut up his food with his fork. His diet I said extremely repetitive and bland, full of carbohydrates. He is always noticeably defensive of his meal when he is eating, leaning right over it, setting his elbows on either side, like a cage. This is because, despite their differing palettes, Alan likes to see if he can grab morsels from his plate, before he can stop him. In spite of the fact that his habit has and still will get him choke slammed onto the kitchen table, Alan always likes to see just how speedy he can be about it.

- The fandoms seems to be on the fence about who is the eldest of the two brothers. Personally, I like to think it is Alan, by a year, or two. The reason that Edgar always seems to call the shots, is because Alan has exactly zero leadership skills.

- Whilst Edgar is hugely resourceful, excellent at making quick decisions and saying “Let’s go here and then do this.” he also has some pretty huge weaknesses. He has a really poor memory for things like directions, names and times and he cannot read a map to save his life. These are areas where Alan has to step up, because his memory is immense.

- If Edgar does not do something important, that he was meant to do, it is because he has genuinely forgotten. If Alan does not do something important, that he was meant to do, it is because he does not care enough to do it. The important things that he fails to do, are invariably related to himself, alone.

- When Edgar was little, his idea of “playing”, was to run laps up and down the board walk, or the beach. Alan would set limitations, so that he would never run too far away from him and he could keep an eye on him.

- Alan sometimes walks around the shop barefooted, because something being barefoot calms him down when he is feeling anxious.

- It was some while before Edgar actually started wearing trousers. When he was young, he had two, or three smock garments that his Mother made for him, which he wore until they were too short for him and falling to pieces. After they became officially unwearable, he transitioned over to shirts and jeans, but took a while to get used to it. He now has a few smocks that he has bought from charity shops, but only wears them to bed, because has gotten used to wearing a lot of layers.

- Edgar is the best at drawing, out of the three Monster Bashers.

- Edgar and Alan’s common ground when it comes to music are The Balfa Brothers and Captain Beefheart and his Magic Band. If Sam has one more thing to say about either of those, Edgar will throw him out of the shop, for blaspheming.

- Whenever they go to over Sam’s house, Alan always asks him if he has seen any rabbits in the fields, nearby.

#the lost boys #Lost Boys #frog brothers #the frog brothers #edgar frog #Alan Frog #sam emerson #monster bashers #awesome monster bashers #headcanons

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mystic-sky · 5 years

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Do you have any headcannons for when Yuily and Mikhail are in heat (or something similar)? Thx

I’m assuming this stems from the imprinting nsfw one shot I did a while back? I’m not too familiar with werewolf mythology lmaoo. I hope I did okay? I know it’s a little long but please let me have this Tagging this as NSFW but in my humble opinion it’s pretty light from what I usually write. Enjoy love~

Yuliy

I honestly believe that Yuliy’s childhood never really had time for “the talk.”

All concepts of sex probably eluded him until he hit puberty. Maybe Willard leaves a couple of books on the boy’s bedside, and tells him to ask questions once he’s finished. To Yuliy’s dismay, he did as he was told and held any further questions to himself until he finished all the sex ed literature.

I think it’d be sort of funny, because he’d start reading and think something was wrong. Had the professor given him the wrong book? Certainly not, since all of them were about the same thing.

Once he’s 15, he probably grasps the entirety of everything.

It starts with a fever, to which everyone thinks is normal. He’s stuck in bed for two or three days.

Lots a sweating. He doesn’t like being clothed at all. But he adheres to the rules of society and remains dressed during the day.

He’s hungrier, like, so much hungrier. The boy’s skinny yet agile body consumes so much food this time of the year but doesn’t gain any weight.

He does and doesn’t notice it in the beginning. It’s not until the excessive sexual aching starts that he’s aware something’s going on with his body.

He’s a reserved guy, so he doesn’t really like asking people for help all the time. He didn’t think that it was anyone else’s business but his own whenever he wanted to relieve himself more than once a day during his heat.

He’ll get dizzy and he sweats a lot still. He’ll tell everyone he’s tired and then go lay in bed, tossing and turning trying to figure himself out. He’ll teeth at his pillows and sheets. And he has a bad habit at nipping at the skin on his hands when it feels too good. No one can tell either, since he heals so quickly.

His baths are abnormally long during this time of year too, and Philip just doesn’t know why.

He’s pretty observant though, and he knows that it’s just him. Philip’s clearly as aloof as ever and he’s never seen Fallon get the dizzies and hot and bothered like himself. He’ll often think “Maybe they’re just better at hiding it than I am?”

As tempting as it is, he wants to ask Fallon about it. And eventually he does, but good lord, the boy can’t get the words out.

And Fallon’s a nice guy, not really pressuring the boy to spit it out so quickly. He gets what he means almost immediately. He tells him that it’s normal and that people do it all the time.

His first crush, say its our Reader, would be pretty awkward for him. He starts identifying his sexual feelings with his emotional ones and directs them towards you, even though it feels wrong in the beginning.

He’s read his first erotic novel by now and then some, courtesy of Willard, and he can’t seem to imagine himself with you in that situation.

You were stupendously attractive to him, and always smiling at him. You were friendly with him, and always talking. To which you might have thought was annoying but it made things all the more easier on his own less talkative nature.

Then he has the dream about you, his first wet dream. Because until now he had nothing real to fantasize about.

Now you’re all he thinks about. In the middle of the night, in the bath. He wants to feel you more than anything.

This though, is only during his heat. He’s pretty shy and reserved any other day. And if he can, he will refrain because you’re his friend and it still feels very wrong to him.

He goes into heat the next year, and it’s the worse it’s ever been.

His burning urge to mate keeps him up every night for next couple weeks, even after he brings himself to orgasm.

He’s realizing he wants human contact. And with his emotions in a mess having learned so many things about his brother and father, throwing his sexual desire for his crush in the mix made things very complicated- at least in Yuliy’s head. Everyone else is completely oblivious to his abnormally heightened sexual behavior.

What’s even worse is when he can’t orgasm because his body won’t let him. His nature has expected him to mate by now, but it’s a work and progress on his end.

Maybe you see him one morning and he’s the grumpiest looking thing ever. He’s got bags under his eyes and he tries his best to greet you normally like nothing’s wrong, but you suspect something’s stressing him out.

He still won’t tell you, and he’d be mortified if you found out.

He tells the professor finally, and he can only speculate it’s because of the werewolf boy’s heritage. The professor assures him it’ll pass, since it always does.

A few nights later he gets restless and takes a cold shower, which seems to be the only thing he can do to get himself to sleep for a few hours.

His body’s hot still even though he just came, and maybe you find him in the middle of the night lying against a wall on a quest for a glass of water.

He’s shirtless and he’s got a towel on his head but you know it’s him. You’re frightened a bit cause he’s sweating and panting profusely. You think it’s fever, and offer him some of the water. You offer to go get the professor but he stops you, and pulls you close to him. You’re on all fours and sitting between his legs but none of that caught you more off guard than the blue crystalline eyes that looked at you through his soaking wet bangs.

He’s just panting at you, and the glass of water is surely all over the hall floor.

The towel slips off his head and onto the floor as he pulls your lips to his and presses a hard kiss against your mouth.

He pulls away and apologizes immediately. The boy rushes back to his room and avoids you for DAYS. He’ll wait his heat out before showing himself to you again.

Whether this moment happens or not (that’s completely up to you) his s/o learns about his werewolf bloodline eventually.

When Yuliy’s in a relationship his s/o can find keeping up with his heightened sexual behavior a bit overwhelming.

He’s often out of character, and he’ll be more touchy with you around company.

If you want to and can keep up with it, there’s a lot of sex during this time of year.

He’ll lose himself whenever he enters your warmth but somehow his stamina feels like it never drains.

He wants to be dominant 100% of the time, which I can imagine is different from your normal sex. It’s almost like you’re sleeping with a different man.

Mikhail

He hasn’t been in heat since he turned, but I guess this will be a mixture of hypothetical AUs for your satisfaction.

Say he got his first heat when he was 13 or 14. Perhaps he turned when he was 15? But he looks younger than 25 after the 10 year time skip? But then again vampires are ageless… My brain fumbles here idk (I’d love to talk about theories of his age if anyone wants to msg me)

So he gets his first heat, and his mother is the first one that notices. Even though she’s human, Alexei was sure to tell her what’d it’d be like for both the of boys once they matured.

It starts out with the intense fever, lots of sleeping for him especially. Yuliy starts to notice that Mikhail is “sick” and can’t go hunting with him.

After the fever subsides, he tries to go back to his usual routine, but it’s hard.

He’ll eat more at dinner time, and Sachi is quite aware. It sparks a change in Yuliy, who now solely eats to be “big and strong” like his big brother.

Mikhail’s clothes don’t fit him anymore, and maybe an unusual growth spurt occurs here (mostly in height). It might have something to do with all the food he eats, but for the most part there isn’t any bizarre weight gain.

Even when Sachi makes him new clothes, or let’s him wear some of his father’s clothes that he’d left behind, he doesn’t want to. His body’s too hot.

He wants to be naked all the time, and Sachi will come to find that his fever is reoccurring itself because he goes out every night in the snow to cool off.

She finally gives him the talk, and it’s when Yuliy’s fast asleep upstairs. His reaction isn’t too surprised, but he only wishes he could’ve had the talk with his Dad instead.

He’s still restless at night but at least he knows why now. His mother leaves the rest of his discomfort to him to figure out on his own when he’s alone in his room.

There weren’t a lot of people in their village. Especially not many from his age group, so I head cannon he see’s his first sexual preference in a near by town when he goes on a shopping trip and he’ll never forget it.

Maybe it’s our reader, and he’s smitten by you. He left on the trip because he wanted to get as far away from family for a while. He sees you and the sexual atmosphere seemed to have followed him all the way out there.

His nature will force him to make conversation, and he’s more than enticed by your personality. Maybe you both become good friends and he’ll visit you often. He’s quite the flirt.

But he’s still young, and he thinks nothing much of it. He goes home and has his first orgasm in the middle of the night because of some dream he had about you. Sure it stemmed from a stranger, but he didn’t mind.

And because of this, he gets sleep for the first time in almost a month.

In a different AU, where he might not be vampire at all, he’ll have successfully learned how to handle his heat all on his own, cause he’s independent like that.

If he has an s/o, he won’t tell them about his heritage for a while. They’ll find about it through the same stages: the fever, the excessive sleep, the hunger, then lack of sleep and restlessness.

If him and his s/o are at that point in their relationship he’ll walk around the house in sometimes next to nothing, and he’ll insist that it’s just because he’s hot. Even in winter weather, you’ll start to think your boyfriend just has a fetish for being naked.

He gets so kittenish, which is a bit different from his usual Dom behavior. He’ll rest his chin on your shoulder and nibble at your neck while you make dinner.

And he’s almost irritated when you tell him to wait until you’re finished and he’ll whine at you, which is beyond his usual self.

He’s the biggest, horniest baby.

And if you don’t know about his heat yet then you just assume he’s taking a break from being the dominant one for a while.

Mikhail hates asking for help though. And it’s not until you find him one night on the bathroom floor in a pool of sweat, panting deeply.

You’re scared and you don’t know what to do. You think you should go call for help, but he insists he’s fine and that he just wants you come lay with him.

You tell him that you’ve had enough of this behavior, and that fever kills people, so you’re getting help. So he comes clean, and explains that no doctor can help him right now.

After a glass of water and few damp clothes later, you’re a bit stunned. He tells you it’s only once a year, and that you don’t have to abide to having excessive amounts of sex with him if you don’t want to.

“I’ve been dealing with it for years now. Don’t be so worried.” But how could you not be?

I’d like to think this talk you guys have on the bathroom floor brings you closer.

So instills the sex therapy. He’s so submissive during this time, aching to be touched.

You try your best not to tease him, but every tickle or brush of skin to skin makes him crumble at your feet.

He’s actively trying to be dominant still and it’s almost amusing. He’s stuttering his words beneath your touch, and he often reaches orgasm pretty quickly and collapses from exhaustion.

Then there are the days when he can’t get off right away, and his werewolf stamina is in full motion until he does.

My favorite werewolf boy in heat

#Yuliy Jirov #yuliy x reader #mikhail x reader #Mikhail Jirov #Sirius the Jaeger #Tenrou: Sirius the Jaeger

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erasethedarkness · 5 years

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Day 12 | Christmas Morning

Summary: Christmas morning officially rolled around after you got some sleep. You got up to begin making breakfast when you were interrupted by Abyss and the kittens. This time, you added a small treat for them: skinned, sliced, and cored apples. When you finished making the pancakes, you woke Aizawa and Eri up for breakfast. It was a bit strained at first, but soon the morning carried on with joyous hearts and laughter. It was a Christmas unlike any other for you, but you wouldn’t have it any other way.

Note: Thank you for taking the time to read my first serious fic series! I hope you enjoyed the ending as much as I did when it came to writing it, and are not disappointed with how it all came to a close. :) Thank you again for your support and encouragement, and I hope my future works are just as pleasing to you.

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You were the first to wake out of the three in bed, having gotten the most rest the day before. Aizawa’s hand was resting on top of yours while you both held Eri. Everything was perfectly peaceful. Your eyes took in the man across from you and you couldn’t redirect them- you didn’t want to. His black hair covered part of his face, the scar underneath his eye looking soft with the way the morning light seeped into the bedroom from the open door. The faintest smile curled on his lips as he slept, and even though he told you he didn’t dream, you were positive he must have been as you laid together. Smiles like that didn’t just come from a lack of things to frown about.

For a while, you laid in bed with the two of them, continuing to hug the little girl while admiring your partner. This moment was worth more than any gift to you. Being able to wake up and see their calm, borderline happy faces and feel their warmth and presence- knowing that they were truly there in the moment with you, even as they slept- was simply unsurpassable. Even though Christmas was unmistakably different this year, you couldn’t help but think that it was unmistakably better as well. And the only reason a thought like that could even form in your mind was because of the two sharing the bed with you. Still, you were surprised at yourself for thinking it at all.

But you realized it was like Yamada mused at that park. ‘It only takes a minute, girl, to fall in love.’

As the thought crept into your focus, you took a shallow and ragged breath, the idea marginally terrifying. Slowly you pulled your hand away from their warmths, carefully getting out of bed so that you didn’t wake them. Aizawa stirred a bit and hugged Eri closer, but nothing else changed. A silent sigh of relief gave your heart room to beat in your chest as you left, drawing the door to its frame and only leaving a crack.

You went into the kitchen and began to prepare breakfast, setting up your electric griddle and taking out all the ingredients you needed. Butter, milk, flour, sugar, more sugar, cinnamon, apples, and more were laid out on your counter as you got organized. You prepared the pancake batter first, using a classic buttermilk recipe and added cinnamon to it. Next, you took on the apples. As you were peeling them, you heard meowing by the door, followed by the soft rapping of paws. Where did they learn how to knock and beg from?, you wondered. Pausing from your breakfast preparations, you mixed wet and hard food together for Abyss and his kittens, and grabbed four halved slices of peeled and cored apples as well before heading to the door.

“Alright, alright, little ones,” you cooed as you opened the door to see the four of them. They mewled happily and circled around, waiting for you to place the plate down. You watched them eat with a smile on your lips, holding onto the apple slices as the four cats quickly devoured their breakfast. When they finished, they walked up to the doorway that you leaned against and sat down, looking up at you with curious tails swaying behind them. “All ready for dessert?” You bent over and placed half an apple slice in front of each of them, watching as they curiously sniffed it and gave several small, testing licks. It didn’t take them long to decide that they liked apples, and soon enough, there was nothing left. One of the kittens- the lightest and smallest of the three- came up to you and brushed against your ankles with a purr.

To your greatest surprise, the kitten walked past you and through the door. She was followed by Abyss, who rubbed against you in passing, the other two doing just the same. After turning around and staring at the cats who finally decided they could trust you enough to come inside, you weren’t sure what to do. You straightened up and closed the door to see if they would panic, but they simply looked at you before walking further inside. All four gathered in the kitchen, sitting in front of the apples you were peeling. Of course, you thought to yourself with a grin, joining them. Each one got another half slice of apple, and when they were satisfied, wandered around your home. Byss laid in a spot warmed by sunlight. The kitten that led the others in laid with him. One decided to lay underneath the Christmas tree, hiding itself in the presents, and the last hopped onto the back of the couch and curled up. In a few short minutes, all four of them seemed like they had always lived with you.

You went back to work on breakfast, your eyes often wandering to the cats, only to see them lazing in their spots every time. They didn’t seem disturbed by the soft but foreign noises you made while cooking, or how you walked around. The one on the couch even purred when you pet him. Once everything was prepped, you walked to the bedroom and peeked inside, catching a glimpse of the still sleeping pair, and then returned to your work.

The cinnamon apple glaze finished as you flipped the last of the pancakes. You placed them on a serving plate and poured the apple topping into a saucière, moving them to the table and then setting it with cups, plates, forks, and butter knives. As you walked back to the bedroom, you looked over your shoulder to make sure the cats weren’t fussing with the food, but you didn’t see them. A tuff of purplish gray appeared in the corner of your eye, and you looked down to see the four cats at your feet. You couldn’t help but smile as they looked up to you, and then preceded you into the bedroom, their tails high and swaying with interest.

Sitting on the edge of the bed, you placed your hand on Aizawa’s arm, rubbing it affectionately before running your fingers through Eri’s hair to wake them up. “Darlings…”

At your touch and the soothing sound of your voice, dark eyes opened and took you in. They fixated on your lips at first- the way the corners pulled upwards in a gentle smile was awe inspiring. The more they opened, the more of you they took in, and soon Aizawa was gazing into your eyes. He knew he’d lose himself in them if he was a lesser man. It still humbled him that you chose him, of all the bachelors (and bachelorettes) in Tokyo, and he never took it for granted.

Eri mumbled something and turned over, hiding herself against Aizawa. You broke eye contact, chuckling softly at the young girl, and continued to stroke her hair. “Eri… There are apple cinnamon pancakes for breakfast… But they’ll get cold if you don’t wake up.” Trying to entice her, you mentioned the treat that awaited, your voice gentle and reminiscent of a lullaby.

“Mmmapples?” she lifted her head and turned around to look at you groggily.

“Mmmapples,” you repeated in a sweet tone.

“Mmmapples…” Eri sighed contentedly and began to sit up.

Just as she did, a fluff of black hopped up onto the bed. Eri yelped in surprise, falling back against Aizawa who instantly sat up at the same time. Yellow feline eyes stared at the two of them before the cat walked over to the little girl and nuzzled her, demanding attention. After him, the three kittens pounced up onto the bed as well- impressively so, considering the height they had to cover. At first, there was a silence that fell between the three of you, but then Eri began to giggle happily, pulling Abyss closer to her and giving him several pets. The three kittens bounced around the bed, one settling against Aizawa, one against your pillow, and the third burrowing under the blankets. Soon, your laughter joined the child’s, followed by a deeper, soft chuckle.

“You finally got them in, huh?”

“Yeah… It was actually completely unintentional this time.” You stood up and offered Eri your hand so you could pick her up. “I gave them each a little piece of apple, and then they walked right in afterwards, wanting more. They didn’t even care when I closed the door, and seem comfortable already. Cats are weird,” you ended with a giggle.

You carried Eri out of the room, Aizawa, Abyss, and the three kittens following you like ducklings. The sweet and spicy scent of apples and cinnamon greeted everyone, the pancakes and glaze still warm on the table.

“Wow… it smells amaaaazing, (Y/N)-san!” Eri took a deep breath and made a happy, “mmmm” sound afterwards when you set her down, the red eyed child going to the seat that had extra cushions on it to help bolster her height while your boyfriend took one beside her. You thanked her as you poured juice for everyone and then served two pancakes to a plate to start, topped them with fresh, diced apples, and then poured the cinnamon sugar glaze over it all in lieu of maple syrup.

You took a bite, happy with the result. Eri was delighted, eating the sweet treat of a breakfast you made with her in mind. But then, your eyes fell on Aizawa who just stared at his food.

“Is something wrong, Shouta..?” You both looked at him, the girl’s cheeks full as she continued to eat, but watched her guardian with concern.

“...”

“It’s not… overly sweet..” you began, unsure of what was going through his mind. His eyes lifted from the plate of food, looking to Eri, and then to you, where they stayed. He wore an expression you were unfamiliar with, his brows furrowed and lips twisted as if he was tasting an array of words, and none of them were satisfying what he craved to say.

“If… you’re not hungry, you don’t have to,” you tried to reassure him as the little girl started on her second pancake. “I know you don’t always have breakfast.”

Aizawa closed his eyes, biting his tongue and looking away from you, face turned so neither you nor Eri could make out his expression. He could hear the worry in your voice, and it agonized him. Listening to you try to explain to yourself why he couldn’t take a bite of the breakfast you made for this wonderfully special morning kneaded his stomach in inexplicable knots. His hands curled into tight fists, his teeth clenched, and his body just barely began to shake. This didn’t make sense. None of this made any sense. It was just a damn breakfast. You were just a new hero in town two months ago. It was just patrol, and these were just coincidences.

And this? This just wasn’t like him. How could he lose himself so drastically?

Maybe I am a lesser man than I thought, he realized.

He jolted in his seat as your arms wrapped around his head, hugging his face to your chest. Blinking his eyes open, he leaned his head back to look up at you, seeing your face in profile as you held him and ran your hands through his hair. The trembling stopped. His fists unclenched. Gently, he placed his hands on your back and returned your embrace. Letting his head rest against your chest again, he noticed a strange coldness. It was wet.

“I don’t know what’s wrong,” you whispered softly to him with your lips against his hair, “but let me share your burden, Shouta.” You kissed his head. “I’m here for you, and I promise I won’t leave unless you want me to. You’re not alone, and we can get through it together.”

Slowly he began to stand, steadying your back with his hands. Your arms loosened and wrapped around his chest as you looked up at him. A soft smile was on your lips as your eyes met, your hand coming up to his face in the process. Gently, you brushed your thumb against his cheek, feathering it against his scar as you wiped away the last tear. He held your gaze, looking intensely as if he was searching for something- and then, when it seemed like he found it, he closed his eyes and gingerly supported your chin with his hand, lifting it to kiss you. Soft at first, it became more passionate and deep as he refused to let you go until he was ready to lose the warmth of your lips.

“I love you, (Y/N), and it’s no burden,” he whispered just as delicately, letting his breath caress you when his lips couldn’t. Slowly, he pulled away, his hand stroking down your neck and shoulder, traveling along your arm until it took hold of yours. “But please, still let me share it with you.” His eyes steadfastly held yours as he brought your hand to his lips, kissing the back of it softly.

From the way he as acting, the words he finally spoke were the last ones you would have expected. A soft blush dusted your cheeks as you stared at him, taking in those handsomely dark eyes that searched your soul for its counterpart. For the first time since he sat down at the table, he smiled, and it quickened your heart in ways you couldn’t explain. “I could ask for no greater joy than to be loved by you. …My feelings reciprocate yours,” you answered him with a subtle smirk, returning his words to him from the first night you shared together. “I love you, too, Shouta.”

In those precious few seconds, all the tension that had built up in his chest and stomach dispelled. He held you tighter and closer, kissed you deeply once again, and then let you out of his grasp. You both shared a blissful smile before Aizawa sat back down and you stepped to your seat. Stopping behind Eri’s chair, you placed your hands on her shoulder and bent down, your face next to hers. She looked to you with a smile, grateful for how you helped the closest person she had ever had to a father in ways she never could. You kissed her forehead and gave her a hug from behind. “And I love you, little Eri, so very much.” The young girl beamed and placed her fork down, giving you a hug around your neck and kissing your cheek for the first time.

“I love you too, (Y/N)! I’m glad Aizawa-san listened to me and called you.” She gave you the brightest, happiest smile you’d ever seen- and you grinned back at her, kissing her forehead one more time before sitting down.

Breakfast continued on a much happier and relaxed note afterwards. Aizawa finally ate, Eri had a third pancake, and the kitties got the remainder of the diced apples. Once the table was cleared, a new mess was made as wrapping paper littered the ground at the Christmas Tree. The kittens rolled around in the discarded paper while Abyss laid on the couch, watching after them. Small gifts were given as tokens of love and affection, none of which could compare to the words freely given earlier. The last gift you opened was large and labeled “(Y/N) & Shouta.” You two opened it together, tearing it from opposite ends and revealing a large, 40” x 27” printed canvas and a card.

For a moment, you both just stared at it, simultaneously bewildered and impressed at the portrait of Aizawa dipping you underneath the red string lights of Yoshimaen Park, your lips pressed together in an amorous kiss. The card was simple and read ‘It only takes a minute. Merry Christmas! - Hizashi.’ You both exchanged a look that carried full understanding. He’d heard those words before, even sooner than you did. But you two simply smiled at each other and shared a soft kiss.

Yamada was right.

It only took a minute.

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Roleplay Server Log #390

"Mirabellla Hunting, Grinny's Dinner, Dino in Town, Hide and Seek, Visitation”

[Mirabella] Wanders near the shore, following the faintest trail of loneliness, she normally wouldn't have gone this far from her children, but she was in need of food-

[Mb] is sulking quietly on the shore, and doesn't hear her approach. Celine is nowhere around and he throws a cobble into the water with a plunk.

[Mirabella] Stiffens at the sound and looks around nervously-

[Mb] Let's out the faintest little huff of air, the bit of loneliness is coming from him and it hangs over his demeanor like a small dark cloud.

[Mirabella] Moves a bit closer, drawing the emotion towards her to feed, but she won't get to close. To be fair she's also never really had to hunt for food like this before either

[Mb] Is just wallowing in the emotion since he thinks he's alone.

[Mirabella] She's silent but does gasp as she feels a burst of power from Splender who is in the village-

[Mb] Shoots up and looks around, then up and up. He floats up off the ground and hovers near what would be her eye level. - Humph. I'd offer to fight you, but I hear you people just use sneaky disortion blasts.

[Mirabella] - I... I didn't mean...

[Mb] What? I like to fight. But getting zapped in the first few seconds isn't any fun.

[Mirabella] Backs off alittle, MB's loneliness having disapated since he noticed her presence-

[Mb] What's wrong with you? You look like you could swat me.

[Mirabella] - I... I should be going- She quickly turns around

[Mb] Flies in front of her and settles on the ground again- Surely you ain't scared of me?

[Mirabella] - Ah...- Shrinks back a little

[Mb] Why are you sneaking around anyway... From what I've heard you're welcomed here.

[Mirabella] - I... I was simply... Looking for food...- Her voice gets quieter as she speaks

[Mb] Food? Just raid someones garden. Or fuck, ask anyone in the castle. Half the server can copy shit and just hand it out like candy.

[Mirabella] - That... Is not what we feed off of...

[Mb] Oh you're a demon thing right? Is it something weird?

[Mirabella] - Ah, well... I feed on... Loneliness...

[Mb] Goes quiet - And you found my ass... - he looks at his feet- Well fuck... I guess that's the way it fucking goes. When the kiddo is of playing... aw who am I kidding...? You don't care. Why should anyone give a shit anyway....

[Mirabella] - You have... A child?

[Mb] Shifts uncomfortably - She's a tween... A bitty dragon. But smart as a little human.

[Mirabella] - I see... If you don't mind, I should be returning to my children...

[Mb] Hmmph. - He suddenly perks and looks up at the sound of wingbeats.

[Celine] Dives out of the sky and bowls him over in a big hug, wrapping him in her wings and rolling over and over in the sand- Master!

[Mirabella] Takes a quick step back out of fear-

[Celine] Stops rolling and licks Mb's face playfully- I missed you!

[Mb] Is licked- Cut it out Celine!

[Mirabella] Knows there's no chance of feeding now-

[Celine] Leans on her front claws- Hello! You're pretty. How come you don't have a face? That's a little spooky.

[Mirabella] - I... I'm a slenderbeing...

[Celine] Oh like Splendy? He's so nice!

[Mirabella] - Yes, he is one of my sons

[Celine] You're his mom? Whoah. Hey... wanna see something neat? - She fumbles in her inventory a little and pulls out a beautiful flower bloom. - Lie gave me a flower. Have you met her baby yet?

[Mb] Ho boy....

[Mirabella] - No I have not, my kind give off an energy which might harm so small of a child

[Celine] Oh... well she's really cute!

[Mb] Is obviously resigned to just letting the little dragon chatter happily.

[Mirabella] - I see, well, I must be going

[Celine] Okay. It was nice to meet you Slendermom!

[Mb] Mouths while thumbing at the dragon 'Celine'

[Mirabella] - A pleasure to meet you too, Celine

[Celine] Huge grin and some happy tail thumping that sends up a decent sized cloud of sand under the spiked block on her tail.

[Mirabella] Walks away-

[Alexsezia] Is outside fishing with a slight frown-

[Grinny] Is pacing on the bed inside, he's hungry and irritated-

[Alexsezia] Pulls up a clownfish and scowls at it, before throwing the line back in the water.

-The other cats are avoiding Grinny because of his bad humor.

[Grinny] Finally slinks out into the main room and jumps into a window to glower at Alexsezia-

[Aqua] Is rolling about in the waves-

[Alexsezia] Pulls up a regular fish and tosses it over her shoulder-

-several cats in the yard scramble to rip it to bits playfully-

[Grinny] Yowls-

[Alexsezia] Looks back worriedly- I'm trying!

[Grinny] Scratches at the glass-

[Aqua] Chases a sea dragon towards Alexsezia-

[Alexsezia] Gets soaked as the dragon splashes towards shore trying to get away- Dammit!

-Glass schreeching noises-

[Aqua] Trills-

[Alexsezia] Wringing out her hair. She sits firmly back down and tosses the line in the water again-

[Grinny] Pops the glass and a flood of cats comes out the hole pushing Grinny along with them-

[Alexsezia] Gods dammit.... - she's suddenly surrounded by cats.

[Grinny] Growls as he gets closer- Food. Where is it?

[Alexsezia] I'm working on it. - she gestures towards the pole - I have plenty of chase but no lobsters left.

[Grinny] Swats at another cat- Then hurry up!

[Alexsezia] Gets a tug and pulls up another regular fish. She tosses it backwards and the other cats tear it apart too. - I can't hurry. Jerking the line around just scares the prey away.

[Grinny] Growls and jumps off of Alexsezia's back-

[Alexsezia] Yelps in pain and drops the pole- Why??? You're a cat! You know you have to be patient to catch food!

[Grinny] - No I don't, you humans are supposed to provide it

[Alexsezia] Picks up the pole again - Well I have regular fish, chicken and beef. Pretty sure you won't eat that though.

[Aqua] Swims up near the shore-

[Grinny] Irritated tail flicks-

-There's bit of a ripple as a very big shape swims up alongside Aqua-

[Alexsezia] Peers suspiciously-

[Aqua] Noses the hook of the pole, looking for treats-

[Alexsezia] NO! Don't mess with that!

[Herabrine] Bumps Aqua from below so Alexsezia can pull the pole back-

[Aqua] Is surprised and splashes-

[Grinny] Hisses as he gets wet-

[Herabrine] Churgling at Aqua - The gist seems to be fish for watch out for hooks!

[Alexsezia] Pats Grinny with a carpet square-

[Grinny] Attacks Alexsezia's hands-

[Aqua] Loops around Hera-

[Alexsezia] Tosses the fiber square on top of him instead- You're being an ass!

[Herabrine] Is suprised and pops up in the middle of his coils like a slippery piece of soap-

[Aqua] Nudges Hera-

[Grinny] Angry cat is angry-

[Herabrine] Shifts and hovers over the water- You be careful!

[Alexsezia] Huffs at Grinny in annoyance and dips her scratched up hands in the cold water- Hera!

[Aqua] CIrcles Hera from below-

[Herabrine] Hmm? What?

[Alexsezia] Any chance you could scare up some lobsters for me?

[Herabrine] Looks down into the water- Maybe?

[Grinny] Yowls-

[Alexsezia] Someone's being picky...

[Herabrine] Ah, got it. - She dives straight down into the water with a hard splash.

[Aqua] Chases after Hera-

[Herabrine] Skims around the bottom and forces a small wave with several lobsters crashing up on the shore-

-Other cats scatter and leap away from the water and little snippers-

[Grinny] Focuses on the lobsters before attacking them-

[Alexsezia] Well let me boil them first! They're kinda pinchy!

-Crunch-

[Herabrine] Smiles- Gross. I don't think he minds.

[Alexsezia] Walks around and puts the other lobsters in a bucket- Sheesh...

[Grinny] Tearing the lobster apart-

[Aqua] Squirts Hera-

[Herabrine] Hey! - She lifts up a skinny tentacle of water and squirts Aqua back-

[Aqua] PLayful noises-

-Lots of splashing back and forth-

[Alexsezia] Regards the destroyed lobster- Did it taste good at least?

-A bit of lobster goes flying through the air-

[Alexsezia] You're a mess.

-Even some of the other cats have stopped to watch Grinny savage the crustaceon.

[Grinny] - Give me another

[Alexsezia] I'm going to cook it first. That can't be good for you. At the least I don't want you to barf everywhere.

[Grinny] - Little late for that don't you think?

[Aqua] Squirts Alexsezia-

[Alexsezia] Darn it! I was just getting dry. -She hustles inside to boil the lobster-

[Herabrine] Regards the cat- Little griefer.

[Grinny] Starts following and then it dawns on him, he's outside, he can cause even more chaos-

[Alexsezia] Is mixing up the cooked lobster with chase and other goodies, it's making a rather enticing smell from inside the open door -

[Grinny] Wavers with indecision-

[Herabrine] Is still playing with Aqua but shoots Grinny a look - I've seen that face before. Gk makes it when Sweet Alex starts baking treats. He wants to go run and annoy people, but the temptation is too strong.

[Grinny] - Oh shut up you bitch

[Herabrine] Better a bitch then a pussy. - She sticks her tongue out at the cat and changes back into her Guardian shape before plunking back down into the water-

[Grinny] Would attack her if she wasn't underwater-

[Alexsezia] Has finished the plate of food and walks by the door to put it in it's usual spot. She calls from inside - Grinny? Dinner?

[Grinny] Gives in and heads inside, but uses the still broken window to get in-

[Alexsezia] Backs off so he can eat and goes to fix the window.

[Eliza] Is sitting in the shade of Lies giant tree weaving her silk into a large piece of fabric-

[Chester] Staggers by in her range of sight. He's smiling and obviously a little dizzy.

[Eliza] Frowns a little- Chester? Is everything alright?

[Chester] Smiles rather stupidly and hicupps- Eliza! You're so pretty.

[Eliza] - Oh dear, did you... Did you have alcohol?

[Chester] Nods a little too fast- Yep! Sammmmmm gave me a drink.

[Eliza] - How much?

[Chester] Moves his hands around in a noncommital way and then just gives up- More then one?

[Eliza] - I see, well enjoy the feeling for now, you may regret it later

[Chester] I mostly feel dizzy...

[Eliza] - Then come rest by me

[Chester] But I think I'd rather dance! Everything seems to be moving anyway. - He does a few steps to one side and then the other, kind of stumbling but still relatively graceful. It's like he saw a bird doing a mating dance and is trying to drunkenly imitate it.

[Eliza] Sighs and fires a bit of her silk to draw Chester closer to herself- YOu're going to hurt yourself...

[Chester] OH NO! I'm caught! - He makes a show of ineffectively scrabbling-

[Eliza] Simply shakes her head and parks Chester down next to her before returning her attention to the fabric she's weaving-

[Chester] Nuuuuuuuu. - He's dramatically flopped.

[Eliza] - You're fine, just rest, it's a pleasant day and there isn't much to do

[Chester] Flips upside down with his spider legs in the air and his arms flat and wide. His human fingers brush what she's working on- this is sooooft.

[Eliza] - Thank you, I'm hoping to replace ENdrea's clothes with this cloth

[Chester] Just making her something nicer or did her stuff get wrecked?

[Eliza] - Well, one of my jobs has always been to provide clothes for the generals when in their human forms. It has been some time since I replaced hers

[Chester] Awww... that's nice. - He takes out a bit of yarn and plays it around his fingers until it's a slightly lopsided cats cradle.

[Eliza] - Careful to not get yourself stuck

[Chester] Wiggles his fingers until he has a sort of rope with a loop around each thumb. - Hmmm....

[Eliza] - Are you okay?- She reaches for a nearby chest which is full of dyes

[Chester] I'm good! No problems here! - He wiggles around and now the braid is around one wrist like a friendship bracelet - Um...

[Eliza] Begins applying the dye to the fabric, turning it a lovely shade of royal purple-

[Chester] Ohhhh , can you make it a second color too? Fade-y like? Steve taught me a word... ombre!

[Eliza] - Yes, I can, but that is not my plan for this piece

[Chester] Is very focused on her face and it's obvious he's just lost in watching her work and talk to him- what's it gonna be?

[Eliza] - A new dress, and then I will also need to make her a cloak. I know water does not effect her much in her human form, but it does rain here often, and I want to make certain she's happy

[Chester] Can you make it waterproof??? That's neat!

[Eliza] - Well yes, our silk does repel water

[Chester] Twiddles his feet - I feel silly... you should let your hair down.

[Eliza] Laughs a little- Not right now, I need it out of my way while I work, perhaps later

[Chester] Twiddles his feet at her some more- But I want to play with it. Your hair is lovely.

[Eliza] - Chester... I have to concentrate

[Chester] Scoots over closer and hugs her thorax with his feet, she's warm and fuzzy- Okay... I'll be as quiet as a silverfish.

[Eliza] - You do realize that they are not usually quiet, correct?

[Chester] Tries to make a silverfish noise and just suceeds in spitting a little on the tiles under them-

[Eliza] Smiles at him and continues to work, she's long since used to young spiders crawling all over her to learn how to work their own silk by watching her-

[Chester] Snuggles up close, his eyelids look a bit droopy and his glasses slip down his nose a bit-

[Eliza] Reaches over and takes his glasses off for him, setting them atop the chest next to her-

[Chester] Soft snores into her shirt hem-

[Eliza] Continues her work, eventually covering Chester with her finished fabric for the time being-

[Chester] Snuggles up and mumbles into the fabric- I love you Eliza....

-There's quite a bit of psychic disturbance and some screams coming from the village-

[Lie] Flinches as she feels it and glances at her husband who sighs and starts pulling his clothes back on to go investigate-

[Steve] Has Aether and is outside the wall. Which now has a big hole in it-

[CP] Lands near him having just flown over- The fuck is going on and why do you have my daughter?

[Steve] TLOT's in damage control mode. He sent me out so Aether would be safe.

[CP] - What happened?

-more screams-

[Steve] I... uh...

[CP] Long exasperated noise and heads into the village-

-Lots of kids and Testificates running-

[Jaam] Come running forward with a cake in one hand-

-A large head full of teeth emerges from behind a building. The Testificate is knocked down and screams as the Fruitcake patterned t-rex steals the dessert from his hands -

[CP] - Are you fucking serious?

[Yaunfen] In their dragon shape, but trying not to step on anyone- Bad Fru!

[TLOT] Is trying to do his weight trick but the animal is moving too fast to be easily caught-

[CP] Just goes for a nut shot on Fru-

[Fru] Licks the screaming Testificate and then makes a BLA! face before standing up again. The shot glances off one leg- mrr?

[CP] - Fuck off!

[Yaunfen] Keeps trying to corral Fru with their long body, but the dinosaur just steps over them-

[TLOT] Just help me get him out of the village!

[CP] - Fine!- He spawns some rope and manages to snag Fru-

[Fru] Just tugs it hard and the lead breaks-

[Yaunfen] Tries shoving them with their blunt horns-

[CP] - You know... I could still be fucking my wife you know!

[TLOT] Shouts back- It's not like I decided to ruin your day on purpose!

[Yaunfen] Sorry Big Fire!!!!

[Fru] Sticks head in the window of the gay bar and shatters it-

[Yaunfen] Fuck!

[CP] - Oh for fucks sake... Can we just not? [Ding Ding] Goes barrelling past mooing-

[Fru] Stomps over to Cp and licks him, looking for more sugar-

[CP] Punches Fru-

[Fru] Is punched. It kinda sounds like someone hitting a bag of coathangers and has the same relative effect. The dinosaur roars at Cp and basically covers him in somewhat sticky spittle.

[Yaunfen] Is trying to pull the dino by the tail and having no luck-

[TLOT] Is just trying to keep his villagers out of harms way now-

[CP] Sets himself on fire-

[Fru] Curious noise, and then just walks past Cp to stick their nose into the flower shop-

[CP] - TLOT... Deal with the fucking dino

[TLOT] WHAT DO YOU THINK I'M TRYING TO DO??? PEOPLE COME FIRST.

[Yaunfen] Does a bull run at Fru and knocks them sideways towards the hole in the wall-

[Fru] Scrabbling to get up-

[CP] Panics, knowing his daughter is in that direction and bolts towards her-

[Steve] Is farther down the path and ready to bolt for Markus's house if the rex comes towards him-

[CP] Relaxes a little seeing his daughter is nowhere near harms way-

[Fru] Stumbles around a bit and nearly steps on one of the skeleton riders trying to get out of their way-

[CP] Flies up and launches himself at Fru's back to knock them out of the village-

[Fru] Is shoved forward and stumbles back out onto the path toward's Lie's house-

[Steve] Makes a dead run for Markus's house-

[Notch] Pokes his head outside- What the hell is going on? HOLY SHIT. IS THAT A FRUITCAKE MONSTER????

[Lie] Threw on one of CP's spare shirts- [Aether] Starts crying-

[Yaunfen] Runs out after them- Fru heel!

[Steve] No! Don't cry Aether!

[TLOT] Stomps out of the village and transforms in a billow of bedrock fog. A vast enderdragon emerges from the cloud and roars a challenge at the dinosaur-

[Fru] Mrrr???!!

[Yaunfen] Don't hurt him please!

[TLOT] Charges the dino and grabs it in his paws before headbutting them rather violently-

[Lie] Teleports to her child-

[CP] Moves to place himself between his family and the dinosaur-

[TLOT] Wrestles with Fru and gets them in a headlock-

[Steve] Sorry Lie, she got scared!

[Notch] Runs out to help-

[Fru] -Huge roar-

[Lie] - That's not surprising!- She takes her baby and cradles her, trying to calm her

[Yaunfen] Dancing around unhappily, not sure what to do.

[Notch] Tries his Fus on Fru, yelling at the top of his lungs-

[TLOT] Freezes in place and then thrashes sideways because it hurt his ears too-

[Lie] Looks around for a clear spot and spawns a bunch of her purple flowers which smell like chocolate away from the group-

[Fru] Excited sniffing!

[Mix, in chat] What is all that racket??!!

[Notch] Sorry TLOT...

[TLOT] Clutching his head with his paws.

[Yaunfen] chat- Fru's being bad!

[Fru] Goes for the flowers and chomps them up before spitting them back out in irritation- RRRRRAAAAAA!

[Mix] Pick Fru up like I showed you???

[Yaunfen] chat- Too big!

[Mix] Did Fru grow????

[Yaunfen] YES.

[Mix] OH OKAY. WHERE ARE YOU GUYS, I'LL BRING HELP

[Yaunfen] By the village!

[Mix] Okay I'm coming, keep Fru busy!

[TLOT] Shakes off the headache and pounces on Fru, the two roll into the pen of honesty blossoms and crush the fence.

[Chain chomp] Gets loose and flees towards Cp with a lot of unhappy barking-

[Blake] Has heard the commotion and is also barking wildly-

[Yaunfen] Okay....

[CP] Goes to check on Lie- Take Aether inside, it's safer

[Lie] - I know, just, help TLOT deal with this. Are you coming with me Steve?

[Steve] Yes please. I don't think I can be much help here since we're not actually trying to kill it.

[Lie] - Notch?

[TLOT] Gets kicked and swats Fru across the nose-

[Notch] I'm coming.

[Lie] Leads them inside, shushing Aether while CP turns his attention back towards Fru-

[TLOT] Swats at the dino with his wings, he's trying to knock them out-

[Yaunfen] very upset-

[Mix and MA] - Come running, MA has his staff out. -

[TLOT] Bites at Fru. They're just trading blows like boxers now-

[Mix] Hi TLOT! -Pulling some of her rock candy blocks out, knowing Fru likes them- Let Fru come here, please?

[TLOT] Backs off with a huff, still growling-

[Fru] Sniff... sniff... SNUFFLE!

[Yaunfen] That smells good....

[Fru] Advances on Mix with open jaws and overly sweet breath.-

[Mix] - a bit shaky but standing tall and holding the rock candy to Fru- Hey buddy....

[MA] - Standing beside Mix with his staff out incase Fru doesn't stop. -

[Fru] Grabs the whole block and slobbers on Mix in the process- NOM

[Yaunfen] Sneaks over - can I have one?

[Mix] Yeah, you like those right? - Pats Fru's chin with her hand and starts stepping back, popping another block into her hand. This one's green, still very sweet- If you want, Yaunfen. Where do you want Fru? Because I can tell not here.

[Yaunfen] Takes the block and licks it- I don't know... they broke out of their pen.

[TLOT] Angry dragon loaf- Somewhere not my village.

[Yaunfen] Big Fire could build something. Mada says they like big builds. No lie.

[Mix] -gets another block out to lure Fru with - You'll need somewhere really big. Fru is still gonna get bigger.

[MA] I'd say it has... Two? More growth spurts? Unless it was a runt then maybe three? - scrunching face in thought-

[CP] - We could put it in the cage, just tnt a path to it

[TLOT] roars - Fuck no! My whole world is in there!

[CP] - But I really don't feel like building, besides you can probably build a pen faster

[TLOT] Growls-

[Yaunfen] But you're so good at it! Mada said your office alone was huge!

[CP] - Yeah, but I'm tired...

[Yaunfen] Tiny sad whine-

[CP] - Besides, it just needs stronger walls most likely

[Fru] Lots of slurping like it's eating a giant jawbreaker-

[Blake] Barks at Fru-

[Chain Chomp] Sits on Cp's foot.

[CP] - How about this, as soon as you actuallt figure out what sort of walls it needs, then you can come talk to me

[Mix] For walls... I think it's iron? Is that what was in the King's place? - looks at MA questioningly-

[MA] Yeah it was iron to keep him in there.

[TLOT] Annoyed tail lashing- what about the desert? There's a clear spot beyond the gym. Before you reach mix's area

[Yaunfen] Iron...? That's so... Ugly and cold...

[Mix] Ah yes i can see Fru every morning. I can feed Fru if you want.

[MA] I know. We usually covered it with stone in a pattern.

[Mix] Hmmm... But it might need to be iron from your seed Yaunfen...

[CP] - It would have to be from TLOT's, anything that comes from Yaunfen's seed Fru can eat. Besides, the mod originates from TLOT's seed

[Mix] But the variant is candy based. Mmm. Maybe we should get both...

[CP] - Mix up the ingots? I don't know if that will work.

[Mix] Maybe use half and half blocks? Use some of both in each wall and see what lasts?

[CP] - We could try, but what do we do with Fru in the meantime?

[Mix] Fru should be content for now, just find somewhere open and keep some sugar stuff to keep them busy.

[TLOT] You could do a checkerboard pattern with both types. - he's calming down but still annoyed. There are a few Testificates that have crept up behind him and are peeking at Fru from behind his massive wings.

[Fru] Happy cooing noise and the sound of them sucking on the very hard candy.

[Yaunfen] holding a block in one paw and licking it occasionally- I just don't want them to be sad...

[TLOT] At Cp. - We're all painfully aware that you want to fuck your wife, Cp, but that doesn't make the things that need to be done go away.

[CP] Groans and sets himself on fire-

[Fru] Wanders over to the greenhouse and sniffs around the roof-

[TLOT] Simmer down hot stuff

-assorted Testificate gasps- [Basquet] Shouldnt we have put him out?

[CP] - Hold on a sec- He goes off in the direction of the bay

[TLOT] He's fine

[CP] Returns and throws somebody down. It's Stevie, and he takes maybe half a heart of damage from the fall-

[Stevie] - Why!?

[Notch] From the window- don't throw your brother around!

[CP] - Oh shut up!

[Stevie] - So what's my brother trying to push off on me now?

[Yaunfen] Hi Stevie!

-Friendly Testificate waves-

[CP] - You'd just be doing something you're good at

[TLOT] Toothy grin- it's one of the things Steves are best at...

[Yaunfen] blowjobs?

[TLOT] shush.

[Stevie] Turns bright red- What!? No! Yaunfen, I don't do that!

[Mix] Find things they shouldn't?

[MA, under breath] You definitely did a lot of that...

[CP] - You need to go digging

[Stevie] Very suspiciously- For what and where?

[Mix] Iron.

[Fru] Notices Stevie and stomps over to sniff him. Still drooling around their huge teeth.

[Stevie] Ice spikes in defense-

[Mix] Hey!! Don't do that. Fru's just smelling.

[Stevie] - It's terrifyingly huge!

[Mix] And? Half the things i grew up near could have killed me by stepping on me. Fru is friendly for now, if hungry and curious.

[Stevie] - Yeah well I didn't grow up with that stuff!

[Mix] ...Mmm... fair, I guess.

[CP] - Just go to TLOT's seed

[Stevie] Looking at TLOT- Is my brother somehow going to be tormented during this?

[TLOT] Well considering that you can't fly, he'll likely get stuck assembling the raw materials you find.

[Fru] Dodged back from the ice spike but then curiously bites one off. They immediately spit it back out though, as it is not actually a Popsicle with any flavor.

[CP] - I'm not helping you dig if that's what you're getting at

[Stevie] - Where's Lie?

[CP] - Why?

[Stevie] - So I can get her to tell you to go with me

[Yaunfen] She's in the house with Aether.

[Stevie] Bolts for the house-

[CP] - Get back here!- Chases after him

[Yaunfen] go Stevie! Go!

[Stevie] Scrambles into the workroom but is tackled by his brother-

[Lie] Is sitting near the lava with Steve and Notch. She's feeding Aether who is still a little fussy but covered by a blanket as she suckles-

[Steve] Points at Lies boob- I always wondered what those were actually for.

[Notch] -Sighs- Please do not flatten your brother either.

[Lie] - The same thing as all female mammals? Producing milk?

[CP] - Oh shut up

[Stevie] Is trying to escape his brother-

[Steve] Yeah, but you don't have grab cows and suck on them. You just use a bucket?

[Notch] Do I have to seperate you two?

[Lie] - Steve? Calfs drink like this from the moms

[Stevie] - He's trying to send me somewhere!

[CP] - Oh it's perfectly safe!

[Steve] I've never been much for keeping cows... chickens are easier.

[Notch] Wait, send you where?

[Aether] Finishes and fusses-

[Lie] - Oh alright, just hang on and I'll burp you

[CP] Is clamping a hand over Stevie's mouth to prevent him from saying more- It's nowhere too dangerous!

[Notch] Just let him talk.

[Steve] Oh! TLOT says he'll go with anyway.

[Lie] - CP, let Stevie go- She covers herself and puts Aether against her chest, lightly bumping the babies back to make her burp [CP] Grumbles but does back off- [Stevie] - They want me to dig up iron on TLOT's seed?

[Steve] It's not a big deal. It's not much more dangerous then here.

[Stevie] - I filled that one city with snow... And last time we went there were giant things that could kill us

[Steve] No one minded. A lot of them had never seen it before. And that was that one chunk, that's not normal.

[Stevie] - Still... That's why I'd prefer brother come too, so I can concentrate on digging and he gets the fighting out of his system

[Notch] Sounds fair to me.

[Steve] Smiles - Come on Stevie. I thought you liked mining with me?

[Stevie] Thumbs at his brother- Yeah but if he's making me do this then he should participate too

[Aether] Burps and spits up a little-

[Steve] Well yeah, we can both bring our brines! It's safer that way.

[Notch] Helps her blot the baby-

[Aether] Burbles and reaches a hand out towards Notch-

[Lie] - Aww, do you want Farfar? And CP? You should go, a bit of murdering things would probably be good for you...

[Notch] She wants me to hold her? -He looks touched.

[Steve] Thumbs at Lie - there you go, you even got permission.

[CP] Aggravated noises-

[Lie] Holds Aether out to Notch- You'll be fine CP, Aether and I will be here when you get back

[Notch] Takes the baby and coos at her.

[Steve] Come on Stevie, it'll be fun!

[Stevie] - Fine

[CP] Is grumbling-

[Aether] Happy noises!

[Notch] Very happy-

[Steve] Yes! Oh! Cp, you should bring your black tools, I never see you use them.

[CP] - How about no

[Steve] aw man...

[Stevie] - Actually, the last time I genuinely saw him use them was... Damn, how long ago was that? [CP] - After Aurum's passing

[Steve] Stevie... you know Aurum is still around right? I just saw him this morning. Actually, seeing Aether put him in a really jovial mood.

[CP] - You mean that old fucker knows about her now too!?

[Stevie] - I... Never met him before...

[Steve] Well yeah... we were in the forge. We figured the heat would keep Aether happy. And if you want to meet him, go ask Tungsten or Drillby in the village.

[Notch] Someone got warm and sleepy like a little kitten, yes she did!

[Stevie] - Okay?- He doesn't understand Aurum's significance

[CP] - So are we going to fucking go or what?

[Lie] - That... Actually raises a good point Notch...

[Steve] He's the guy. The one that made Cp's obsidian stuff. He's a super old Testificate. I mean old, like even for a dead guy.

[Stevie] - Okay then. Surprising that brother ever actually befriended one...

[Steve] He's funny, kind of an old perv too.

[CP] - Why don't you both shut up [Aether] Plays with the front of Notch's shirt a little-

[Steve] You should have seen his face when he found out Cp had a wife...

[TLOT] Can be heard giggling outside because he's listening.

[CP] - I said shut up!

[Lie] Goes over to CP and gently pulls CP into a kiss- Calm down, once your done with this we can have a nice meal and cuddle

[Steve] Awww.

[Yaunfen] Is keeping Fru entertained outside and the two run past-

[CP] - Fine, lets go get the stuff for the god damn fucking cage

[Steve] That's the spirit!

[Sally] Is playing hide and seek with Splender and Slender and she's run over by Lies place to find a hiding spot-

[Francis] Makes the smallest grunt of suprise as Sally runs into his legs at full force- rrrk?

[Sally] Oof!- She looks up- Oh hi big piggy!

[Francis] isn't sure if she'll understand so he keeps a friendly tone- you're a bit small to be running around alone. Do you need help?

[Sally] Doesn't understand- Can you help me find a hiding spot? I'm playing with Papa and Uncle Splendy!

[Francis] I see... Okay. - he decides to lead her to the bathhouse and shows her a spot behind a trunk near the door - Moth is swimming in one of the pools and gives him a curious look. - just keep the little one away from the lava.

[Moth] Understood.

[Sally] Giggles and ducks down behind the trunk- Thank you!

[Moth] Watches her curiously for a little bit and climbs out of the water. She turns away to shake off and slips on a robe before walking over- I hope you haven't chosen a hiding spot that's too good. We wouldn't want your guardians to be upset...

[Sally] Looks up- Sorry, I don't know what you're saying...

[Moth] Just sighs and sits down next to her. She fusses in her inventory and offers Sally a cookie instead.

[Sally] Her face lights up and happily takes it- Thank you!

[Moth] Just a smile and a nod

[Splender] Is teleporting about, searching for his quarry but for the most part avoiding Lies place to not upset the baby-

[Moth] Catches sight of his sparkle trail outside and makes a little surprised grunt.

[Splender] Teleports around a bit, genuinely getting concerned that Sally may be hiding at Lie's place-

[Moth] Is unnerved by the slender so close to the house and indicates them to Sally-

[Sally] Giggles- I'm playing hide and seek with him!

[Moth] forgets the child can't understand her- Oh dear... Maybe not so close to the baby? Emp could really hurt her. - her tone is one of obvious worry-

[Sally] - It's okay! He always finds me! He's really good!

[Moth] Indicates that the child should stay put and goes outside to find a mob that can speak common.

-Unfortunately most of the mobs are busy at the moment and the generals are having a meeting- [Splender] Worried noise and wonders if he should get Slender-

[Moth] Gets frustrated and waves at Splender-

[Splender] Spots them and waves back-

[Moth] Ventures closer to him and speaks quietly- Can you understand me?

[Splender] - Do you need something?

[Moth] -facepalm- She waves her hands around to indicate 'female' and 'small' and then shades her eyes like she's looking for something.

[Splender] - Ah! Yes! I am looking for a child right now!

[Moth] Points at the bathhouse.

[Splender] - Oh dear... I... I can't go there right now...

[Moth] Spreads her hands, like she's at a loss.

[Splender] - I don't wish to risk leaving any traces of emp where it could effect the baby...

[Moth] Both hands open and forward and then points at the ground like 'stay here'. She backs off and heads for the bathhouse again. Looking around inside for the little girl.

[Sally] Is still in her hiding spot-

[Moth] Taps her lightly and then holds her arms open for a hug-

[Sally] Shakes her head- I can't! Splendy might see!

[Moth] small swear word. And then goes back outside. She stands in the doorway for a long moment and then climbs onto the roof. She looks around from the higer vantage point and searches the sky with narrowed eyes. There's a bit of movement high above and she pulls out a torch before waving it wildly in the air.

-There's a bit of a grumpy roar and Gk flaps down and lands in the yard with a huff. -

[Gk] Oh, it's you. What you want?

[Moth] There's a little girl hiding inside who can't understand me and a Slenderbeing looking for her who also can't understand me and doen't want to get closer to the house because of the baby.

[Gk] Taps over to the door and squeaks it open with his head, tasting the air with his tongue- Sally?

[Sally] - Shhh! I'm hiding!

[Gk] Swishes his tail a little- Yeah, I know. You're hiding too close to Lie's house. Splender won't come any closer because his waves might hurt Aether.

[Sally] - Awwww, but I found a really good spot!

[Gk] Yeah... but he can't find you here so.... stalemate. I guess you won?

[Sally] Finally comes out with a pout-

[Gk] Why so glum?

[Sally] - Because I thought I had a really good spot! But now we can't play...

[Gk] You can play, just play in a different spot. Why don't you go play in the castle? That monstrosity was made for hide and seek.

[Sally] - But Splendy said we could only play one round! Then I have to take a bath...

[Gk] Meh... baths. I'll ask him myself. - The big dragon saunters up to Splender, his face is actually level with his. - Hey Splendy. The kid picked a spot too close to Lie's house. You should let her hide somewhere else since this was out of bounds.

[Splender] - Oh dear, I was worried she'd done that... Well, I suppose one more round can be arranged, just so long as brother doesn't find out

[Gk] Well I ain't gonna tell anyone. - He gestures with a wing at Moth, who has climbed down and walked over near one of his feet. - And neither of you can understand her nether-talk. This is Moth by the way.

[Splender] - Greetings!

[Sally] Is still in the bath house-

[Gk] So just yell for her, I know your big bro is pretty loud.

[Splender] - Sally? Come here please! We need to restart our game!

[Sally] Finally comes out and runs over-

[Gk] There you go.

[Splender] - Thank you for the help GK!- He takes Sally's hand and starts leading her off-

-Night falls softly and the shadows creep across the desert. The moon sails serenely across the sky as Ma turns uneasily in his bed. His dreams are troubled and leave him feeling nauseated and unsure. He recoils under the sensation of being watched and wakes with a sudden start. The house seems darker then it should be. The mobs seem distant and muffled but everything else magnified to an uncomfortable degree. A drip of water here, a torch suddenly crackling more then it should. A few stray particles in a shadow, too small to be anything he knows. and then, a soft knock on his front door-

[MA] - Shudders in his bed after waking up so suddenly. He extends his hand toward his lamp and the thing lights up dully. He almost doesn't hear the gentle knock on the other side of his home. He slides out of bed and throws a shirt on before padding through the building to the front door. - Coming...

-He opens the door a little bit -

[Doc] is standing outside with a somewhat vacant look. The only light is the pale glow of hir eyes. Xe's weaponless despite the night and the mobs are curiously absent considering the ripe opportunity to strike. - ...

[MA] Doc? Why're you here?

[Doc] sounds bad, like hir glitch is worse then usual- I heard you found something on TLOTs seed...

[MA] Uhh.... - thoughtful look- Yeah actually... Why do you ask?

[Doc] May I... Have it?

[MA] I don't know Doc, it made TLOT pretty sick when it was out? What if you get sick too?

-there's a certain thickness in the air and a hot wind like something large breathing...-

[Doc] That's a chance... I'll have to take... If it makes him sick I need to study it. He is one of our strongest brines.

[MA] - is a bit sleep foggy so he doesn't notice much off. - You for sure? It made him pretty sick... - hesitant -

[Doc] Seemed to get closer without moving- yeeesssssssss.

[MA] - backs up a bit, unnerved - If you're sure... I put it away, I'll go grab it. You can... Come in if you want... - steps back and leaves the door open a bit for hir before going to retrieve the item-

[Doc] Smiles in a really unnerving way and pauses at the threshold before stepping deliberately over it -

-The entrance way is cluttered with knick knacks, including a string of shiny gemstones hanging along the ceiling. A few bookshelves along one wall with a few ratty old books. MA is digging through a chest near the door to the next room, throwing several odd things around. -

[Doc] Seems to be in a bit of a trance and touches things idly, just exploring their surfaces. The room seems darker then it should be as well-

-They've left the door open behind them as well, and stand silhouetted in the moonlight. Just eyes in a shadow.

[MA] Hmmm... Let's see... Not this... This? Yeah. - He pulls the white object out of the chest.- Doc? Here it is.

[Doc] Hir eyes sparkle and xe takes it greedly. There's no reaction, they merely nod and turn to leave.

[MA] - grabs Doc's coat gently absent-mindedly- Be safe out there, Doc...

[Doc] Stops short as their hand contacts the fabric, a crackle rippling across what's obviously a skin as empty as a fresh Steve. The head of the figure turns slowly all the way around on the shoulders to face MA. The voice is wrong and gutteral.- why did you have to do that? We were having such a peaceful... transaction... - Suddenly the darkness seems to leap forward with icy tendrils out of every crack and shadow. It blinds the Alex as even the texture clips through his fingers. He's falling, screaming soundlessly into a cold airless void as his very soul is torn apart in the center of a black hole. And then...

-He wakes with a start in his own bed. It's morning.

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An Avenger’s Secret

Chapter 3: Breakfast

Pairing: Loki x Female Reader

Summary: Being the epitome of professional, you have one rule that must be followed to the T; Never mix business and personal. But how will your integrity fair against meeting the Avengers, or better yet, a certain Avenger’s brother?

A/N: I drew a little quick sketch of what I thought the outfit and hair would look like.

Word Count: 3066

Warnings: One bad word

Chapter 2

The morning came quickly, the sounds of begrudging shuffling and the water running in all directions of the building. You smiled to yourself as everyone started to wake up. Being an early riser yourself, you were up and about long before the sun peeked over the horizon. Seeing as you were off for the weekend, you had let your hair flow down in a curtain like fashion around your face slightly covering your left eye, tying it together at the ends just below your waist to keep it from fully falling forward. Wearing black leggings and a comfortable soft cotton T, you were set for the day. A soft hum resonating from your being, you smirked to yourself when you heard feet shuffling toward you in the kitchen.

“Good morning, Mr. Stark. Did you sleep well?”

Placing a mug of hot coffee in front of the obviously worn man, he gave a low hum as his response. Not long after he took a seat in front of you had more figures shuffled in. You were happy to see them all in the pajamas that you laid out for them, Natasha looked cute in your oversized shirt, their hair was still damp, Clint still almost fully wet. Everyone greeted each other a good morning as they sat around the kitchen, you placing coffee, creamer, milk and sugar for each of them.

“Thank you, (Y/n).” called your boss, beginning to wake up with the help of the caffeine. “I don’t know what I’d do without you.”

“Does anyone remember how we got to bed last night? I’m drawing a blank.” Asked Steve, pouring a reasonable amount of sugar into his mug.

Coming around to place a towel over Clint’s head, you refilled Tony’s cup with more coffee.

“I remember floating.” The archer called from under the cloth, not bothering to move it as he took a sip from his beverage.

“Same here.” Agreed Bruce, opting to drink his coffee black.

Giving you a questioning look, you gingerly shrugged at your boss, taking your leave, a smirk playing on your lips. Entering in your place, Thor was followed in by Loki and Bucky, the only three not in pajamas this early in the morning.

Thor was in his usual attire, minus the cape and hammer. Bucky was comfortably wearing a fitted black shirt and dark blue jeans that complimented his body well. And then there was Loki, he walked in wearing an all-black suit with a satin emerald green tie and gold cufflinks. It was honestly quite amusing to see the three standing together like that.

“Your jokes are starting to lose their edge, brother. I would surely remember if that happened.”

“Hey, Thor, do you remember what happened last night?” Sam walked up to the three, handing Bucky a mug for his coffee. “None of us can seem to remember how we all got to bed.”

“According to my brother,” he started, everyone turning their attention to him, “(Y/n) carried us all to our rooms.”

“What? No way.”

“There’s no way she could do that, look at us.” Gesturing to the men in the room, you were much smaller than they, save for Ms. Romanoff. “I can believe she carried Nat, but there’s no way she could lift the rest of us.”

Laughing into his mug, Tony looked away from Nat who was looking at him skeptically.

“Did she, Tony?” she asked, the others looking for him to answer.

When he just smiled at the wall, their skepticism was starting to waver.

“It’s true.” Commented Loki, leaning against the counter with his arms crossed. “I saw her take every one of you to your rooms. Looking like children being carried off by their mother.”

“And what makes you think we’d believe you?” Clint glared at the God. “Your track record isn’t exactly trust worthy.”

“Take my words as you wish, I speak the truth. It was quite amusing, actually.” He smirked.

“Hold up,” Steve cut in before a fight could start, “Tony, did (Y/n) take us to our rooms or not?”

“I’m not sure.” The man stated with a shrug. “I was unconscious. Buuuut, I know how we can find out.”

Getting up from his seat, everyone followed Tony into the living room. Pulling up the TV, he called out.

“F.R.I.D.A.Y. pull up the events of last night.”

The screen flickered to life as surveillance footage showed everyone passed out on the couches and floor. Forwarding it a little, Tony played it when you came into the picture. Looking on in shock, they watched you file in and out of the room, carrying each of them to a separate direction.

“Wow, she’s pretty strong.” Commented Clint when they saw you carry Steve off into the other room.

“Do you believe me now?” mused Loki, standing off to the side, a cocky smile plastered on his face. Before they could respond he cut off. “Oh, this is my favorite part.”

Turning back to the screen, you were laying out Thor and tying his feet together.

“What is she doing?” questioned the God, the others not having any idea either.

Suddenly they burst in a fit of laughter as they witnessed you picking up the large man and carry him like a fresh kill.

“Holy shit!” Laughed Tony. “I didn’t know she could do that.” Pausing the screen showing Thor over your shoulders, an embarrassed hue crept onto the man’s face.

“Oh good, you’re all here.” Pulling them from the screen, everyone turned to you.

“Where did you disappear to?” asked Sam, chuckling still from what they seen you do.

“Laundry.” You stated simply, walking over to the stove. Switching it off, they now noticed that it was on this entire time. “Take a seat.” You instructed, opening up the oven.

Seeing you in this comfortable attire, you left a positive impression on the trickster and dark soldier. The shirt hugged your body perfectly with the collar coming low to show a sensible amount of cleavage, your hair casting an air of playful mystery. The black clothing accentuated your assets very well when you turned around to bend over in front of the stove.

Coming around, the group watched you pull out trays of food, laying them out for everyone to see. Eggs, potatoes, pancakes, waffles, bacon, sausage, chicken, you name it, it was there it seemed. There was enough to feed a small army.

“Whaaa…?”

Walking over to the fridge, you pulled out cut fruit, yogurt, and the milk and orange juice.

“I wasn’t sure what you liked, but I hope it’s to your satisfaction.” Pulling down plates and cups, you placed them in front of everyone to serve themselves. “Enjoy.”

“When did you have time to make all this?” piling on pancakes and fruit, Steve leaned against the counter to eat.

“I’m an early riser.” You stated, serving yourself some oatmeal with fruit.

“Thank you, (Y/n).” Ms. Romanoff, along with everyone else, was really surprised by all the effort you put.

“And thank you for taking us to bed.” Added Bruce. “I didn’t think you were that strong.”

Peering at the screen, you turned back to the others.

“You didn’t watch all of it?”

Stopping mid chew, they looked at you in question of what you meant. Striding over to the TV, Tony, Natasha, and Thor noticed how Loki tensed up some when you grabbed the remote. Pressing play, they waited patiently for what more there was to see.

With a spit-take, the group burst in a fit of laughter as they saw you stride away with the ebony haired God in your arms. Said God looked miffed to say the least, straightening his suit jacket some to collect himself, you were trying your damnedest to not laugh or show any indication of amusement from it all. Taking a seat at the couch, you turned off and raised the screen from view so you could marvel at the sight of the glowing city.

Coming over to join you, the only man that you didn’t carry to bed sat next to you.

“I’m glad to see you well, Mr. Barnes. I was a little worried when I didn’t find you amongst the others.” Your eyes never left the skyline, this was the best part of the mornings in the tower, seeing the colors brighten into the beautiful blue.

“I turned in early.” He stated simply, taking a bite from his plate.

“Mmmh, do not let her go Tony.” You heard Mr. Wilson call over to your boss. Everyone seeming to enjoy your home cooking. Even Loki was eating waffles, obviously with a little effort from his brother.

“I don’t plan to.” He answered between bites.

It wasn’t long after Bucky sat did you get up, you finished eating before the others, surprising everyone but Tony, seeing as how Thor is usually the one to finish his meal. Cleaning your bowl and putting it away, you left the others to their food.

“You alright there, Buck?” coming over to take your vacant spot on the couch, Steve gave his friend a sympathetic smile.

“I made an idiot of myself last night, didn’t I?” Though his features were neutral, his eyes and voice were somber.

“Nah, pretty sure you didn’t say anything stupid. Though I only caught the end of your chat with her last night.” He laughed lightly.

“The only thing I remember was her mentioning something about a kaleidoscope. After that, I just remember heading to bed with you guys all laughing.”

“You could always ask if you’re that unsure.”

“And have her laugh at me? Yeah right.”

“Somehow I don’t see her as the laughing type.” Added Sam, walking over to join the conversation. “I mean she’s kept a serious face through all of last night and now. Girl doesn’t even crack a smile.”

“Hey, Tony, you sure you didn’t build another robot without us knowing?” Steven joked, enticing the others to come around and join the three on the couch in the living room.

“Trust me, I’m not that good. Vision was a strategic accident, (Y/n) is just very meticulous.”

“So, tell us more about her, Tony.” Nat enquired, bring her mug to her lips as she tucked herself under the large shirt. “How did you find her?”

“After Pepper kinda got rid of mostly everyone, the mess was starting to build up. I carefully put out an ad for a cleaning party, hers was the first to pop in, 15 minutes after the ad went up. I set a meeting, had Happy took the interview and let me know that it was just her and that he liked her. When I finally met her, you know I was expecting her to get all giddy when she saw me but no. With the most indifferent expression I had ever seen, she shook my hand and let me know before I said anything that she could start that day.”

“So, no family? Kids? Nothing?” chimed Clint, leaning against Nat on the couch, still eating.

“The closest thing to family is her best friend, I met her once when she came to pick up (Y/n) from work. Nice girl, that was the first time I actually saw her smile.”

“Well, now we know she isn’t a robot.” Steve nudged Bucky playfully.

“She’s very careful to keep personal information out of work, I’ve asked her several times to hang out or invite people over, but she won’t.”

“Have you done a background check on her? Seems a little sketchy.”

“Fury did. Nothing came up. Graduated top honors in Princeton for Business then topped at SVA in Media Design and Animation. Before that, nothin’.”

“Like, she just popped up out of nowhere?” there was a slight uneasiness in the air when Sam said that.

“Guys, look, I know it sounds off but I trust her and so does Pepper, Fury didn’t find anything and she hasn’t done anything.”

“Prehaps she’s running from something.”

Everyone looked to the God that spoke, his brother looking slightly uneasy by the growing tension in the air.

“You don’t know anything about this female, and yet you let her waltz right in here like she owns the place.”

“I hate to admit it, Tony,” agreed Steve, “and I mean I hate it, but Loki has a point. This is beyond your average maid, hell, she can lift Thor without hesitation.”

“You just don’t know her, that’s all. Watch, give her time to warm up and you’ll see what I mean.”

“I don’t think you know her either, Tony.” Added Nat, Clint nodding in agreement.

“I can’t believe I’m hearing this.”

“Then how about this,” chimed Loki with a calm demeaner, “you trust her with everything while everyone else seems a bit put off by her lack of information. Why don’t we all stay here in the tower with you? If I recall, you’re not home very often. This will give everyone a front row seat in how she really is.”

“I like that idea.” Sam smiled, there was some murmurs about it all but in the end, it seemed like the best option.

Before he could retort further, they heard you walking in, humming to yourself as you started prepping to clean the dishes and put away left overs.

“Um, hey, (Y/n).” Tony called over to you.

“Yes, Mr. Stark?” even with your eyes fixed on the man, you kept pace with your task easily.

“Seeing as today is your day off, why don’t we all go out? You included.”

Raising a brow at his invitation, you noticed how everyone seemed a bit tense waiting for your answer. Recognizing the situation, this was the same feeling Pepper had when she first met you, before she trusted you to work for them.

“I have a few errands to run today, when I’m finished I’ll come back here.” You stated simply.

“Then is there a possibility that you’d require assistance?” chimed Loki, a grin playing on his lips.

“Thank you but I don’t think walking around with the Avengers will help me get my to-do list finished any quicker. I’d be faster if I did them myself.”

With everyone getting up from their spots, they gathered around you in the kitchen. Loki and Thor lagging behind.

“Brother, I haven’t the slightest what you are thinking, but I implore you to cease.” The blond God whispered to his counterpart.

“What ever do you mean?” feigning innocents, Loki took his strides over to join the others, a smirk evident.

“What if just two of us tagged along with you.” Offered Sam, nudging Bucky with a smile. “That way everyone else can plan out what we can do.”

Their concern was understandable, a stranger that has access to everything in the tower could be a threat if given the opportunity. Still the thought of being out in public with any of them wasn’t sitting well with you. Not seeing a way around their offer, you folded.

“Who amongst you is less conspicuous?” the dishes were quickly scrubbed and put aside, Steve coming over next to you to dry and put them away.

“Uhhh…” there was a silence as everyone tried to think who wouldn’t be spotted easily walking around New York.

“I could go.” Volunteered Loki, earning a glare from Clint and a tense response from both Mr. Rogers and Mr. Stark. “After all, I can blend in quite easily in the crowds.”

Turning your gaze to the man, his body was surrounded by a soft bright green glow before turning into a completely different person. Though you didn’t show it, it was really impressive to see.

“No wa- “

“Okay.” You chimed, cutting off Tony. Everyone looking at you with surprised concern.

“Then how about Bucky?” suggested Steve next to you. “He isn’t well known to the public and we can get ahold of either of you if we need.”

“That’s fine.” You agreed, finishing up and draining the water. “Give me a moment to put the clothes away and we can go.”

“What clothes?” asked Clint.

“Yours.” You said simply.

Leaving them to collect themselves, they group all turned to Loki.

“You’re not going.” Stated Tony, his arms crossed in disapproval.

“And yet, she agreed.” He chimed happily, turning back to himself.

“Bucky will be with them, Stark.” Steve added. “For now, what did you have in mind for the rest of the day?”

“How about playing a game?” suggested Sam. “We can play volleyball or something, if (Y/n) joins that’s five per team. Plus, it will give us a chance to include Kylo Ren over here.”

“As fun as that sounds, it’s not very fair.” Natasha laughed. “Not mentioning that Yin and Yang don’t know any of our sports or their rules, there are four super powered beings here, there will be need to be handicaps set if we do come up with something like that.”

Both Gods exchanging looks, trying to figure out what they were talking about.

“And that’s not including that (Y/n) might not want to play at all.” Added Bruce. “Other than reading, she hasn’t mentioned anything about what she likes to do for fun.”

“Maybe that’s something we can hint at.” Bucky said. “When we’re out with her, we’ll try and see what she likes to do.”

“And get to know more about her.” Added Loki.

None of them were on board with letting him leave the building with you but they were a little easy on the idea since Bucky was tagging along. Walking back in, a backpack slung over your shoulders, you caught their attention.

“I’ve placed your clothes on your beds, I’ll let you know when I’m heading back. Are you two ready?”

Walking over to you both men nodded.

“You guys have pockets, right?” you questioned as the three of you stepped into the elevator.

“Yes…?” Bucky answered.

“Can one of you hold these? I don’t feel like constantly taking on and off my bag to dig them out.” Holding out your phone and wallet, Loki took them and placed them in his jacket pockets before Bucky could fully process what you asked.

“Thank you, Mr. Laufeyson.”

“Loki, my dear, please.” Smirking at the man on the other side of you. He glared some as the doors opened on the ground floor, both following you out of the building.

Chapter 4

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