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Second Choice | San [NSFW]

Choi San - ATEEZ

Rating: M (18+) MDNI

Word Count: ~11.1k O_o

Pairing: San x AFAB!Reader

Genre: Reader-Insert, Actual Plot, Fluff, Angst, Smut, Friends-to-Lovers, One-Sided Love, Sharing a Bed, Comfort

!!This is smut…if that much isn't clear you should probably leave now!! MDNI!

Warnings: She/Her Pronouns used, Pet Names (Precious, Sweetheart, Love, Pretty/Sweet Girl, etc.), Nightmares/Bad Dreams, Tears and Crying, Swearing, Unrequited Love, Kind of a Love Triangle, Kissing, Dirty Talk, Oral (M! & F! Receiving), Deepthroating, Face-Fucking, Fingering, Multiple Orgasms, Overstimulation (Just a tad), Dacryphilia (Kind of), Creampie Kink (Not really Breeding so…), Marking/Hickeys/Scratches, Wall Sex, Window Sex, Mirror Sex, Big Dick! San, Unprotected Sex (Use a condom! Reader is on the pill), Multiple Rounds

Author's Note: Holy Fuck, look at what I did 🫢. This is…long, as you can see. There is about equal parts fluff and angst and possibly even more smut. Had this brewing in my head for a few days after I went down a San rabbit hole. I went through a roller coaster ride of emotions writing this, so good luck reading it, my dudes.

Wooyoung is not in this, but he is mentioned and is somewhat of a love rival? Also Reader has a dog in this, so sorry if you don't like dogs or something…

PS. The middle pic of the banner is Mark and Renjun 🤪

Revised (1/31/25) - I forgot to change the name to (Y/N), so I fixed it!

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Glancing at the clock, tick-tick-ticking away, you sigh; 2:38 am. It’s much, much too early (or too late) to be awake, but you know there’s no way you can fall asleep. The first nightmare wasn’t nearly as bad, so you were willing to go back to sleep, but when it happened again, you just couldn’t. So, you’re sitting on the couch, some random rerun playing on the TV. You have to keep the volume low, not wanting to wake San up. He’s sleeping with the door open so his cat can come and go. Byeol is sleeping in the armchair and you’re jealous that he can do so in peace. San’s staying in Wooyoung’s room while he’s gone, and since your sister had somewhere to be that weekend as well, you’re home alone. It freaks you out to be alone in such a big place, never really having lived on your own. San offered to stay with you, and you were a bit reluctant to agree, but did so. It’s not that you aren’t close with San, you are, since Wooyoung is your roommate, it’s just odd without Wooyoung there too. Turning around to glance behind the couch, you dog is snoring away in her dog bed, laying on her back, legs folded down over her chest. She’s so sweet, but she’s a husky and therefore makes the bed way too hot for her to sleep with you. Every so often, you have really bad nightmares, and normally slip in next to your older sister and be able to sleep in peace. However, she isn’t home, so you have to sit on the couch and watch the TV, at an hour where nothing good is on.

“Why are you up?” San’s voice startles you, and you spin around again to look where he’s coming from behind you. Your dog’s soft snores stop, but she doesn’t even roll over from her spot, falling back to sleep easily.

“Nightmare.” You shrug, turning back around and he shuffled sleepily around the couch to sit next to you.

“Couldn’t go back to sleep?” His eyes are almost closed, and his hair is mussed up. He’s wearing a pair of thin black pants with a thin sweater to sleep. The collar is very low, and paired with his wide shoulders, you can see most of his toned chest. By that point, you’re used to it, but that doesn’t mean you aren’t tempted to ogle him.

“No. I…Uh, normally crawl into bed with Nara, but…” You shrug again, pulling your fluffy robe back up to cover your shoulder, only in a thin tank top underneath. Picking at a stray string on your own thin pajama pants, you feel antsy under his gaze.

“What about Cookie?”

“She’s too warm…” You both sit in silence for a good minute or two, and you try to just watch the TV. It seems he’s thinking.

“Um, I’m going to use the bathroom… Do you… Do you want to sleep in my- Wooyoung’s bed with me?”

“No! I…I mean…” You clear your throat.

“I… That’s fine, but would you mind…using my bed?” You cannot sleep in Wooyoung’s bed, especially with San. You’re willing to try anything at this point, feeling exhausted, and you really need to sleep. Last time you tried to tailor a dress while so tired, you poked your fingers at least seven times.

“Yeah, be right back.” He flashes a sleepy smile, shuffling toward the bathroom, the sweater crooked, revealing part of his shoulder. Licking your lips, mouth suddenly dry -nervous- you shut the TV off, but hesitate to get up. When he comes back out, you finally force yourself up and you lead him toward your bedroom. Taking a deep breath, you open the door, your light string around the room glowing a gentle deep pink.

“You need that off?” you ask him, pointing at the lights.

“No.” He moves toward the bed, turning back to look at you, waiting. Swallowing hard, you undo your robe, acting like you’re naked underneath. After is falls, you dash to get under the covers, embarrassed about your think top and lack of bra. Gently, he gets on the other side, and you lie down stiffly, flinching when he pulls the blanket over himself, the higher up on you. Your face heats and since you have no makeup, you’re sure he can see you get red. Maybe not in the low light…

“Do you want me to hold your hand?” San’s voice is very soft, and you feel like crying. You’re not for sure if you’re just that flustered or embarrassed, or what. Just replying with a nod, you turn on your side, not really able to look at his face, but his hand is already up between the two pillows. Your hand shakes a bit, reaching for him, and he gives you a warm smile, linking his fingers with yours. He isn’t the biggest of the friend group, but he’s still much bigger than you, his hand nearly swallowing yours completely.

“I’m right here, you can go to sleep.” He whispers and you let your eyes close, hoping he can’t see the tears hanging on your lashes. It’s still taking you a while to fall asleep, lying there with your eyes closed for nearly half an hour. At this point, you’re more distracted with his hand holding yours than the thought of having another nightmare. San’s always so soft and gentle with you, despite his harsh appearance. He’s sweet and is always careful to make sure you aren’t too uncomfortable. You know, deep down, he probably likes you, but you just ignore the idea. It’s like some weird love mismatch going on. Your sister is in love with her friend-with-benefits, Wooyoung likes your sister, you like Wooyoung, and San likes you. You know Wooyoung likes your sister, but he has no chance in hell. Your sister is enamored with Younghoon, and the only reason they aren’t an actual couple is because she’s in denial, afraid of commitment, and doesn’t like feeling feelings.

Still being most awake, you have to make sure and hold completely still when you barely feel his fingers brush a stray strand or two of hair off your forehead. You hear and feel him shuffle just a bit closer, not having to far in your full-sized bed. Holding as still as you can, you tense further when he lightly presses a kiss to your forehead. You bite the inside of your lip to keep it from quivering. Only relaxing when he settles, you don’t open your eyes till you can tell he’s asleep from the way his breathing changes. Blearily, you look over his face, so peaceful and pretty. Despite falling asleep, his hand is still just as secure in yours. You wonder what time it is, and as you do, sleep slowly overcomes you as well.

~₸o₸~

When you wake up in the morning, your bed is empty next to you, and you can hear Cookie eagerly inhaling her food.

“Slow down, you’ll end up throwing up.” You hear San scold the dog and when you roll over to get out of bed, the clock reads 11:47.

“Shit!” You sit up quickly, yanking your tank top and pajama pants off, slipping on a bra, white t-shirt, and max dress over. Your hair is messy in its braid, but once you take it out, your hair falls in nice soft waves. Your feet softly thump on the hardwood floor as you job down the hall.

“Sorry I slept so late!” You call to hime, he’s resting against the counter, watching the husky rapidly crunch on her food.

“It’s okay!” He assures and you dash past the kitchen, toward your studio to start working. It’s good you work from home.

“I think it’s because I fell asleep so late!” The only reason he hears you was because he follows after you, plopping down in your rolling chair as you start getting pins and thread out.

“When do you have to go to practice?” San’s a dance instructor and it’s extremely convenient that his studio is just across and down the street a bit from your apartment complex.

“Three.” He gets up, turning the chair around so he can sit in it backwards, backrest to his chest. You huff, tucking hair behind your ear again, but it falls into your view again. Grumbling, you grab your glasses off the table, putting them on to rest on the end of your nose to get the right angle to focus on where you’re doing a difficult stitch. Gladly you can hear his footsteps on the wood floor; you’re able to prevent a flinch when his fingers find your hair. Kneeling behind where you are to get the right height, you force yourself to continue the stitch, just very slowly as he braids your hair for you. Not having a normal hair tie, he grabs a stray rubber band from your kit to tie the end.

“Thanks.” You murmur, pretending to be focused to hide your reaction. You hope your head is bowed enough he can’t see your red cheeks.

“What do you want for lunch?” You try to maintain some kind of casual normalcy. He hums and you can hear the chair roll and inch when he sits back down. Him watching you never fazed you before, but his gaze feels like fire on your back.

“Pizza?”

“Sure, if you get my phone, you can reorder what we got last time.” You wave toward your device on the desk next to you.

“Code?”

“Same as the front door.”

He types in the number, and you hear it click open, and he taps away on it. Glancing over at him, your eyes focus on where his partially unbuttoned shirt it tucked into his pants. You’d hemmed that pair of jeans so he wouldn’t have to pin them tighter anymore.

“Use the 3033 card?”

“Yes.”

“Twenty-three minutes.” He tells you, placing the order then goes to sit back down.

“How much?”

“Like eighteen.”

“Can you get me the thread in slot L-2?” you ask, motioning behind you toward the thread storage. He rolls over and you hear shuffling, keeping your hand out so he can rest the spool in it. Expecting him to just hand it to you, he actually gets out of the chair and sits on the floor next to you.

“What are you doing?”

“Buttons in this fabric tend to get loose easily, or fall off, so I’m having to fasten them differently. You deftly and quickly start your task, and he marvels at how fast you do it. Tying the thread off, you stick the needle in the pincushion you have on your wrist, grabbing a longer one again.

“You’re really good at his.” San looks at the smooth stitches you have done, even though they’re by hand, not machine.

“Practice.” You let a small smile grace your lips.

“Do you always do everything by hand?”

“Depends on what I’m doing most of the time, but some clients want it completely hand sewn.” You pull a pin out, dropping it back into the little box and continuing. You fall back into rhythm even with his intense gaze watching what you’re doing. His fingers mess with a scrap of fabric lying on the floor, then he picks it up, weaving random pins through it, trying to mimic what you’ve done.

“Can you teach me to sew?”

“Probably. It’s not hard. Getting to this point is though.”

“Did you teach Wooyoung?” Your hands freeze at the question, heart thudding harder.

“N-no. Well, I tried, but he kept poking himself.” He laughs.

“Sounds about right- ow!” Your eyes flick to him, sticking the end of his finger in his mouth, putting the pin riddled fabric down on the desk.

“Like that~” You giggle, and he huffs bashfully. He keeps watching, getting up quickly when the doorbell rings so he can get the pizza. Finishing your stitch, you take the pin cushion off and make sure there isn’t anything sharp on the floor, then lay your glasses down as well.

“Hot, hot!” He breathes hard through his mouth, trying to cool off the bite as you walk out. He wasn’t expecting the sauce to still be so hot, but the pizza place is very close. It only takes so long since it’s busy for lunch. You let him talk while you both eat, and you only partially listen, not understanding most of it anyway; some video game you haven’t ever played and have no knowledge of.

“I think I’m going to head to the studio now.” San helped you clean up, then sits on the edge of the entryway to get his shoes on.

“Bye, (Y/N)!” The door shuts, leaving you staring at it. Sight Deeply, you go back to your work, trying to not let your thoughts loop out of control.

~ų-ų~

Your eyes fly open, chest heaving, sweat pooling at the small of your back. Breathing hard, you stare at the small star-like dots on your ceiling.

“Fucking-“ You sit up, leaning forward and rubbing over your face with your hands. Huffing, you throw your comforter to the side and get out of bed. Stomping over to your dresser, you put on the pajama shirt that matches your pants over your tank. Grabbing your phone, you shuffle out to the living room, hesitating before dropping yourself and your device onto the couch. Looking toward the door to the other bedroom, it’s slightly propped open for the cat. Your dog is noticeably absent, so you walk softly over to the door, peaking in. Cookie is laying at the foot of the bed on a spare blanket San most likely had laid out, Byeol loafing in the curve of the husky’s body. The sight makes you smile, and you glance to where San is sleeping. Laid out like a starfish, the blanket hits him around the middle, and one of his feet is sticking out from under.

“(Y/N)?” His voice catches your attention when you start to step out of the doorway.

“Y-yeah?”

“Did you have another nightmare?”

“Yes.” When he starts to get out of bed, you try to protest.

“Come on.” He ignores your stumbling words, sliding past you in the doorway, his hand grabbing yours as he moves. He leads you back to your room, getting into your bed without hesitation.

“San-“ You get in as well, but stay sitting up as he lies down.

“Just…sleep.” He mumbles, grabbing the back of your shirt and pulling you down into his arms. Shuffling under you so he can get more comfortable, your head ends up resting on his shoulder, his other arm around your waist. He falls back asleep fast, his fingers that were running over your hair stilling. Your heart is thudding hard, you can even hear it pulsing. How the hell are you supposed to fall asleep like this? You ponder the question, but at the same time, your eyes are growing heavy, and sleep is washing over you. At first, you’re only about half-asleep, somewhat aware still of his soft breathing. Right as you begin to actually go to sleep, you feel a soft press on the corner of your mouth. This wakes you up fully, but you manage to keep your eyes closed, body limp. Did he just kiss you? His fingers are back to running over your hair, “you have no idea, huh?” His voice is so quiet that even though your nose is near his throat, you barely hear it. San sighs, kissing your forehead, you can tell this time for sure. Finally, you can’t fight sleep off, and fall asleep in his arms.

~T3T~

Once again, when you wake up in the morning, he’s already out of bed. You can’t hear anything else, and when you glance at the clock, it’s a little past 9. Getting up with a stretch, you look to the empty side of your bed. Giving in to your intrusive thoughts, you pull the side of the comforter he’d been using up to your nose and you sigh. Smells like him, and you hate how good that makes you feel. Dropping the blanket like it’s got, you scamper out of bed and make your way down the hall. Peaking around the archway that leads into the main room of the apartment, you see he’s not in the kitchen and the bathroom door is open. Your dog barks happily and comes to greet you and as you pet her, you notice a note on the counter. He’s gone out to do some things and lets you know he’ll be back for supper. You aren’t sure if you’re disappointed or relieved at this. You only have two, maybe three more nights before your sister returns; Wooyoung is supposed to not long after. You’re worried what you might let, or want to, happen the longer you’re there with San, just the two of you. For some reason, you feel horrible about your rising affections with San, but you have no commitment to Wooyoung in any way but your own feelings toward him. It would probably be better if you try to move on, but there’s a small part of you that hopes your sister will get with Younghoon, then Wooyoung can move on and go to you. While you logically understand that will probably not happen, you still hope.

Continuing with your day as normal, you finish the suit you’d been working on and are able to move on to a dress that was commissioned. You enjoy making whole ensembles more than making adjustments and other altering jobs. Going over the list, you see you have nearly all of the materials and supplies already, but you most likely will need even more of the right color thread. You can wait a bit though, since you aren’t sure when you’d run out. As you’re rechecking your list, your phone starts to ring. Hitting the answer button and putting it on speaker, you put all the supplies on the desk.

“This is (Y/N).”

“Hello, Miss Hwang. I’m a delivery driver for Blooming Day Flowers. I’m just wanting to make sure you’ll be at home in the next fifteen minutes?”

“Oh, uh, yes.” You have no idea who could have sent flowers.

“Great, thanks!” He hands up and you blink back at the flashing ‘call ended’ on your phone. Trying to keep going with your job, it’s hard, your thoughts wandering to who the heck sent flowers. When the bell rings, you quickly go to the door and the man on the other side smiles, holding a bouquet of flowers in a vase. There are two different purple flowers, some a golden yellow, and more smaller white filler flowers.

“Oh, thank you!” You take the bouquet, and the man has you stamp on his clipboard. He takes his leave, and you move further into the apartment, door shutting behind you. Placing the vase on the counter, you pluck the little card from the top, reading the text on the front.

“Praying for a good night’s sleep! Inspired by holistic sleeping-remedy flowers: Lavender, Passionflower, California Poppy and Valerian!” You read out loud, figuring out who it’s from before you flip the card around. You have to take a deep breath, fighting back tears once again.

Thought this might help? ~San

You take several measured, deep breaths. It doesn’t work, a tear rolling down your cheek before you can stop it. Placing your hand down on the counter, you don’t have to get close to the bouquet to smell the fresh lavender. Not normally one for flowers, this is the sweetest thing anyone had ever done for you. You lick your lips, letting out a shuddering breath, you can taste the salt of your tears. You’d thought he has a crush on you -something small- but this? It seemed like he lo-

“Fuck.” You jaw clenches, the card crinkling where your thumb presses it too hard. Sniffing aggressively to prevent your nose from running, you let the card go, smoothing it out a bit. You sniffle had again, upset with your own mixed emotions and stomp back to your studio. You were trying but failing to continue working without getting tears and snot on the red fabric.

~τ-τ~

“(Y/N)! I got food!” You hear him easily even though you’re back in your room, the door closed. For the last house you’ve been sitting on the floor, back to the wall, facing your bed. You had tried lying down, but the comforter still smells like him. You tried to read and distract yourself, but you kept getting the pages wet. Tears are still drying on your face and new ones come up when you hear his voice. You’re so tired at that point, head pounding. Your hand is at your mouth, arms crossed on top of your knees, and you bite at your thumbnail. Working for another three hours after you got the delivery, you put it out of mind, but everything came back when you spotted them on the counter, coming out of your studio.

“(Y/N)?” San calls again, but you still don’t reply.

“(Y/N)?” He’s coming down the hall and you get up reluctantly, sniffing hard while grabbing a tissue. You blow your nose, and he knocks on the door.

“Come in.” Your voice is a bit hoarse and when he comes in, seeing your eyes and cheeks red, tissue rubbing at your nose, his face falls.

“Hey, what’s wrong?” He immediately comes forward, hands going to your cheeks, thumbs running over the skin.

“J-just…” You force a smile.

“I was moved from you sending me flowers, then I was reading…” Your lie is pretty believable since your book is still open, face down on the bed.

“Oh.” He slumps in relief, and you wish he hadn’t removed his hands from your face.

“You really liked the flowers?” His brow furrows nervously.

“Yes, San. They’re…” Your breath shudders but you cover it with a soft chuckle.

“They’re beautiful, and so thoughtful.” You play with the balled-up tissue in your hand, not able to look him in the eye.

“Good! I got food from the place on the corner you like so much.” He leads you out to the main room and you slowly follow. You try to maintain your normal attitude while you eat, and it gets easier as you both joke and he tells you about his day. Your phone dings and you glance down. When the name registers, your entire body stiffens and you exhale hard, picking the device up to look at the message.

You doin’ good? Is Sannie playing nice?

Wooyoung…

“Is it Woo?”

“Yeah.” You nod a bit, typing out a simple ‘yes’, and send it. His phone dings then as well and he scoffs at what he reads.

“He knows you’re lying.” San shoots you a deadpan look and your jaw drops a bit, then you clear your throat.

“Why does he think that?”

“You didn’t capitalize it. It’s too short too.” San sticks his tongue against his cheek, making it poke out. You roll your eyes.

“Bitch.” You sneer, grabbing the phone and redoing the message.

I’m not lying. I’m busy. Grow up.

You aren’t normally terse with him like that. He’d definitely know something is up. Backspacing, you redo it once again.

I’m not lying. We’re busy eating. I’m fine, and yes, San is being nice. Really nice.

You hit send and you don’t get a reply after he reads it, but San’s phone goes off. He glares at what he sees, not bothering to reply himself, putting his phone face down on the counter; he even mutes it.

“What did he say?” You’re curious but try to maintain a neutral tone.

“Little shit, just something about not becoming your new best friend.” It’s a lie and you know it, but let the topic drop.

“I’m going to play a game with the guys for a bit, do you want to watch?”

“You’re gonna use Woo’s computer?”

“Sure am.” He smiles, his dimples revealing themselves. You consider it, then you’re about to say yes, then consider it again.

“I think I’ll finish the show I started the other day.” You tell him and he shrugs, going off to do what he said after cleaning up his dishes. You haven’t finished yet, so you take the last few bites, then just leave the dish in the sink. Slumping over to the couch, you put on the show and only kind of watch it. You’re rewatching it anyway…

~ò×ó~

“Fuck!” You sit up, your heart beating so fast, breathing so hard you feel like you’d just run a mile. Not caring how bad it messed up your hair, you bury your fingers in at the scalp, pulling on the strands to center yourself in the waking realm. Why the hell were your nightmares coming back so strong? In the low pink light of your room, you glare at the bouquet of flowers on your dresser. They did jack shit…

“Don’t take it out on the flowers…” You scold yourself, sitting back against the headboard. You do so quite hard, enough so to rattle the frame, and the attached nightstand. The glass of water you had on it falls over, the glass shattering on the hard wood.

“Shit!” You almost get out of bed, then move to go to the other side so you don’t land barefoot on glass.

“(Y/N)?” San peaks his head in, not in his pajamas yet, so he must’ve just gotten done with his game.

“Hey, wait!” He stops you as you move to start picking up the pieces, slippers on just in case. He’s in crocs, so he takes the trash can from you, using his sleeve over his hand to gently pick up the fragments and throw them out. He looks up when you hand him a roll of tape. He pulls the section off and tears it off, smacking it against the floor to pick up any small bits that might be left.

“What happened?” San throws the tape away too and you put the bin back down.

“I…I had another nightmare, and so I rattled the bed frame and the glass on the nightstand fell…”

“Another? Maybe you can’t sleep without me~?” He smirks playfully, but it falls when he notices you don’t even twitch your lips.

“Give me like five minutes.” He holds his hand up to motion for you to wait, heading back down the hall. Sighing you sit on the bed, feet on the floor. Staring at a small scratch on the wall that was left by your keys when you tripped and caught yourself once, you ponder what your bad dreams might mean. Why were you have so many? You almost never had more than one in such a short time frame. Was it really just from not having your sister around? That doesn’t make sense…

“Here, let’s get to sleep.” San comes back in, wearing a white t-shirt and grey sweatpants. Seriously? Out of all the things he could possibly wear, he has to put on that? Did he not know what the simple combination does to girls?

“Come here.” He’s gotten under the covers, arms open, waiting for you. Swallowing hard, you lie back down in his embrace, feeling comforted already. That scares you, honestly, almost more than the bad dreams.

“What are you thinking about?” He sees your pensive face.

“Nothing-“

“No. Tell me.” You huff in reply.

“Did…Did you kiss me yesterday night?” You feel him stiffen, much like you normally do.

“I did, on the forehead-“

“No. Tell me.” You shoot back at him. San stays quiet for a second and you can almost hear the wheels in his head turning.

“Yes.” His reply is soft, like the kiss on the corner of your mouth from before.

“What do I have no idea about?” He really hadn’t thought you were awake, and he shifts nervously before responding. The man is taking his sweet time, and you’re about to give up, not having the energy to press the issue.

“How much…I like you…” He finally gets out; your suspicions are confirmed. He thought you’d flinch, stiffen up, even hitch your breath, but he gets nothing, so he pulls way enough to look at your face. It’s flat, but your eyes are glossy.

“How much?” His eyes widen at your question.

“How much?” He repeats.

“How much do you like me?” He licks his lips, nervous, but then the nerves seem to dissipate. The hand on your waist goes up to cup your cheek, the arm under your head wrapping around your shoulders. When his lips lightly touch yours, you at first thought the contact generated a static shock. But he doesn’t flinch back, instead he fully presses his lips to yours. You shiver, easily melting into the kiss. Your hands fly up to cup his jaw, the ends of your fingers burying into his hair. He grunts, rolling a bit so he’s leaning over you some. You whine when his hand rests on your hip, thumb brushing the exposed skin from where your tank top had rode up. Your hands move down, one going to scratch at the hair on the nape of his neck, the other slinking under the collar of his shirt, over his broad back. San takes the opportunity when your whine slightly parts your lips, tongue brushing the lower one. You let him in, whining louder as his tongue tastes yours. He’s over you complete then, forearm easily holding his weight over you, the hand on your hop slipping lower past the waistband of your sleep pants. Deep down, you know you shouldn’t, know you might regret it, feel horrible, feel like you used him, feel like you’re somehow betraying Wooyoung…

“(Y/N)-“ San pulls away from the kiss, both of your lips starting to swell from the pressure, saliva leaving a strand of connection.

“Just- please- need you-“ You heave out and he groans. Making sure he’s still closer enough to brush his lips over you, he gets up on his knees, kneeling over you more, one thigh pressing between yours to keep your legs open. He wrestles with his shirt a bit, pulling away enough to get it over his head and off, his mouth sealing back to yours as the throws the shirt behind him somewhere. As San’s tongue runs over your own, the roof of your mouth, your teeth, anywhere it can reach, you can’t help but feel over him. His soft skins stretches over his toned chest and abs, his broad shoulders and back leading down to his narrow waist. While he swallows your tongue and moans, his hands deftly undo the buttons of your pajamas shirt, hauling you up to sit so he can take it off. Your tank is swiftly removed as well, joining his own shirt somewhere on the floor. He bites your lip when he pulls back from the kiss, leading a trail down to your jaw, neck, over your throat and collar bone. His hands on your bare skin feel searing, one on your lower back to lead you to lift your hips. San leads you to wrap your still covered legs around his waist, his other hand cupping your breast, kneading the flesh, the skin pebbling into goosebumps from the sensation. You gasp hard as his lips warp around one of your nipples, and at the same time, he grinds his growing hard-on into your rapidly soaking cunt through bout of your pants. He’s spurred on by your breathing picking up, soft moans escaping you. As he kisses over to and seals his lips over your other nipple, he wrestles your pants and panties off at the same time.

“S-San-!” Your whole body twitches as his fingers meet your glistening folds, the first easily sliding in, wiggling against your walls.

“Fucking soaked, precious.” He chuckles, the sound rumbling through his chest and through your fingers pressing against him. You mewl when his kisses go back up to your neck, full on whimpering when his tongue licks a path from the bow of your collar bone and up to the base of your ear.

“Gonna fuck you so good, baby girl.” His low voice, right in your ear, takes your breath away, his second fingers spreading you open. He tries to chuckle at your yelp as he softly presses his teeth against the skin of your neck, sucking hard, working blood to the surface of your skin to leave his mark.

“W-wat-!” Your body shudders, back arching, head thrown back when he adds a third finger, his thumb pressing over your clit.

“Gotta get your cute little pussy ready, you’re too tight for my cock, love.” San’s nose runs over your throat, then rests his forehead on your collarbone. He looks down at where you’re sucking his fingers in, not able to hold in his mirth. He loves how tiny you feel under him, writhing and whimpering. He’s been waiting for this for so long, and he knows you’re vulnerable, and shouldn’t be taking the opportunity, but he’s weak. If you’re going to ask for him, he’ll give you what you want.

“Fu- God! San~!” Your cunt clenches his fingers, pulsing with your heart as he circles your clit, lips going back to hover over yours.

“Cum for me, sweetheart.” He prompts and you immediately do, blunt nails digging into the skin of his upper back, head lolling against the pillow. San smirks above you, watching your eyes roll back in your head as your cunt spasms, soaking his hand. Your body shivers one last time as he removes his fingers, barely registering as he laps his tongue over his fingers, groaning at your taste. Your tired eyes try to focus as he climbs off the bed, trying to also figure out what he’s doing. You yelp when his hands on your ankles yank you down the bed, the comforter falling to the floor and he kneels on it, leveling his face with your swollen cunt.

“San-?!” Your voice ends in a very undignified choking sound as he buries his tongue inside your core, filling the voice his fingers had left. He wasn’t planning on fucking you open with his tongue; you taste too fucking good. His strong hands grip your inner thighs, so hard he’s definitely going to leave bruises, holding you open. Your body is still weak from your orgasm, so you can’t fight him anyway. San presses his tongue against your gummy walls, pulling back so he can swipe through your golds, then circle your clit. You’re still sensitive, the sensation jolting you, he can feel your muscles spasm under his hands. Your next orgasm is coming on fast, and your fingers weave through his hair, trying to ground yourself through your hands, his own not allowing your hips to ride his tongue.

“S-San~!” You fall apart on his tongue that time and he eagerly drinks and swallows every drop that falls from your needy cunt, reveling in the pleasure he’s bringing over you. Kissing your swollen nub, you whimper, and he stands up; even though his pants are loose, they’re tight around his hard cock. Your eyes are glazed over, head rolling to the side, staring at the wall. Your gaze is drawn back to him as he pulls the waistband of his pants and boxers up and over his swollen dick, and your mouth waters when the clothing falls away, leaving him naked.

“Fuck.” You huff, still catching your breath and he can’t fight the smug grin that spreads over his face. No wonder he felt the need to prep you, you don’t even know if you can get your fingers all the way around him.

“Come here, precious.” He easily lifts you to haul you back up the bed, gently letting your head hit the pillow. The other he brings to rest under your lower back, finally letting you down. Your hips angle up allows him to sit up higher on his knees to give him better leverage. When the fat head of his cock meets your cunt, you clench your jaw, readying for the stretch,

“Wait, do I need a con-“

“Just fuck me, San.” You want to sound more assertive, but you just whine like a spoiled child.

“Okay, precious~” His smirk grows, and he wraps his arm around your left leg by the knee, the other leg spread with his hand on your inner thigh. When San starts to press in, you gas with each breath, trying to breathe though him splitting you open. You’re so tight around him, gummy walls erratically spasming around his cock, your wet heat feeling incredible. He groans low and long as your cunt swallows each inch of him, somehow accommodating his thick length.

“Such a good girl, sweetheart.” He coos as he bottoms out, adjusting your legs to spread you open even further, giving him a perfect view. You’re so wet, your slick already glistening on the base of his cock. Your entire body is in shock, almost. Everything seems to be spasming at him rearranging your guts, filling you so completely and wonderfully, you ponder if anyone could suffice after him. You’re already drunk on his delicious cock, and he hasn’t even moved yet. He can tell from having felt it on his fingers and tongue, that your cunt is throbbing, ready for you to cum again. He’s going to fuck you through your high so many times that tears would flow over your cheeks again, but from bliss instead of sorrow and frustration. He wants to fuck every little negative thought out of your pretty head, drive away the memory of the nightmares, wants to leave you with only thoughts of him; his hands, his lips, his tongue, his voice, his cock… He’s already making headway it seems.

“Can I move, precious?” San leans down to gently kiss at the corner of your mouth, tongue brushing over your bottom lip. You nod, whining, not able to think to get a word out. He barely pulls out an inch, making you whimper, the searing stretch filling you with painful pleasure. San artfully snaps his hips, the tip of his cock hammering your back wall and cervix, pelvis meeting your clit, sending you even closer to the edge. The next thrust is a little deeper, a litter harder, and your whole body goes limp; the third thrust nearly makes you black out. Your cunt spasms, squirting slick and wet over his groin and balls, core clenching around his cock so tight he had to breathe hard to hold back, He chuckles as your orgasm waves through you over and over, and he wonders how long you’ve needed to get fucked. He’s so glad he’s the one to do so, and he’ll eagerly do it again and again, till you’re dumb and stupid for him. A tiny voice inside him keeps repeating to him that he’ll always be able to fuck you better than Wooyoung, that his best friend would never be able to ravish you the way he’s planning. Over and over-

“San, please, please…” He isn’t sure what you’re begging for, but your high has laid, so he continues. Throwing your legs over his elbows, pressing closer to you so you’re nearly folded in half, he huffs a laugh.

“You want me to fuck you good, love?”

“Yes!”

“Want my cock to fuck you stupid?”

“Yes, fuck, please~!” His hips roll, leaving only a bit more than the head of his cock in you, before filling you fast and hard again. Your kind of already flimsy headboard thuds hard against the brick wall, creaking under the power of his hips slamming his cock into you, skin slapping, grunts leaving him and mewls leaving you. Your fingers turn white as they grip your sheets hard, worried that the worn material might tear despite your blunt nails.

“God, you’re so fucking perfect, (Y/N)~” San groans, letting one of your legs go so you wrap it around his narrow waist. The now free hand grips over the one you had up by your head, easing your fingers out of the sheets so they can instead weave through his. San’s lips fall back to yours, thrusts growing shallower but no less hard, you feel like he might dislodge a kidney with the strength behind each motion. As his pelvis meets yours, he grinds into your clit, and you’re growing closer to another orgasm, and he’s planning on letting go with you. He tries so hard to maintain his rhythm, almost having to just grind into you to keep control, fucking so deep inside, you think he’s in your throat.

“Cum for me, precious. Come on my cock.” San pulls back from the kiss, and his words grant your relief, your final climax really does make your vision go black, flashes of white dotting your vision and his voice rumbles through the room as his hot cum paints your insides white. He cums so much that his release spills out from where he splits you open, a mix of your cum dripping onto the sheets. You fall limp like a rag doll, eyes closed, chest heaving, little whines accompany each breath. He’s heaving for air as well, the emotions he felt from finally being inside you, pleasuring you, hits him. If he already liked you, he’s truly infatuated now, never wanting to leave your hold or your warmth.

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When consciousness finally washes over you, it takes you a second to figure out why the hell you’re so sore. Your thighs are sore, random spots on your neck and shoulders, your hips, back, and cunt. Everything hits you then, and your body protests as you wiggle on the bed, trying to get the strength to sit up. Your bed is once again empty despite having shared it for the night.

“Fuck…” You wince as your lower half pulses as you get out of bed, legs incredibly weak. You’re naked as the day you were born, and you pretty much limp over to the bathroom. After relieving yourself, you finally look in the mirror, gasping. There are several dark red and purple marks over your neck, shoulders and chest, one mark even has teeth marks.

“Choi San!” You scold despite his absence, rubbing the little bruises and wincing. You’re glad you work from home, because there’s no way to cover the hickeys in the middle of May. You take a shower, the hot water washing away many different layers from your body. You wince when the water flows over your sore pussy, still a bit swollen from being pleasantly ruined by San’s monster cock. Getting out of the shower, you get dressed in a matching tank top and shorts, the mint-colored fabric is soft and loose. There’s no way you can handle any pressure on your cunt, so you go commando. San’s already seen everything anyway. Nervously and shakily going down the hall to the main room, you hear the shower running. Cookie lifts her head from where she lays right in front of the door, slowly getting up and stretching before going to greet you.

“Good morning~” You coo at your pup and then limp over to the fridge; your dog whines a bit at your strange gait. She watches with interest as you pull some ingredients out of the fridge, needing some protein to compensate for the intense work out you’ve gone through. When your husky smells the bacon as soon as you open the package, she starts to wag her tail, whimpering.

“No begging.” You scold your dog, and she’s so well trained she simply hangs her head and trudges away, down the hall and presumably into your sister’s room. You barely hear the shower turn off and the door open over the popping and sizzling of the bacon and eggs in their pans. You assume he’d go to his room to get dressed, but you startle when he wraps his arms around your middle from behind.

“San, I’m cooking!” you scold, trying to pry his arms off of you. Your heart rate spikes, more from fear than bashfulness. You still haven’t processed what happened the night before, especially not emotionally.

“Sorry~” He giggles and lets you go, but only move to stand next to you. Your face is warm, and your eyes sting a bit, brow furrowing. Once all the food is plated and the heat of the stove is off, you turn to him, taking a step back.

“San, I think-“

“Let’s eat first, precious. I tired you out.” He takes both plates, walking around you to get to the dining table. You follow after him slowly and he pulls a chair out for you which you gratefully sit down on. Then you regret it, the hard wood pressing into your sore thighs and groin. You then notice he’s in a white tank top and blue track pants, towel around his neck. He always looks so good… Despite wanting to talk with him, you’re really freaking hungry, so you eat first, trying to ignore his warm and fond gaze. You know before you let him rail you into next week that you’d regret it. You do, you regret it and feel guilty; feel like you used him, feel like you betrayed Wooyoung… The final bite of food is harder for you to swallow along with the knot of emotions rising up. Your breath shudders, and he notices the tear fall from your eye and onto the empty plate.

“Hey, baby girl, what’s wrong?” He immediately get up, coming to your side and kneeling so he can look up at you. Your crying picks up then, your hands covering your mouth to try and muffle your sobs, scooting back and away from him.

“I’m sorry! I’m sorry!” You repeat between each sob that makes you gasp, desperate to let out the emotions that’ve finally boiled over.

“Oh, precious.” He sighs, trying to pull you into a hug, but you push your chair back further, standing up so fast the chair rocks, then falls back, clattering onto the floor. San stays where he is, feeling utterly helpless as you crumble to the floor. You ball your firsts on the wood floor, tears splatting on your skin and the floor. Despite wanting so bad to go to you, he stays in the same spot, not wanting to step over the line.

“God, I’m such a fucking bitch.” You whimper to yourself, and he can’t disagree more.

“No, no, precious girl, you’re not.” He finally gets up, kneeling back in front of you, but not trying to touch or hold you.

“Yes, I am! I… God, I used you. I took the chance, and I shouldn’t have. I…what about…” You heave for air, and he feels his heart breaking. Sighing, he shifts to sitting with his legs crossed instead, waiting patiently for you to calm down.

“What about Wooyoung?” Your voice is quiet, but not only did he know what you were going to say, he had a feeling that’s what your issue is. He feels a bit like he took advantage of you since you were obviously emotionally weak at the time. Why do you feel like that though? Does it hurt to see you so upset because of your feelings for his best friend? Of course. But he knew the situation going into it.

“I’m sorry, San. I can’t do this… You’re Wooyoung’s best friend-“

“Are you in love with Wooyoung, or is it just a crush?” His question throws you off.

“I…I don’t-“

“Why are you waiting for him when it’s possible he’ll never go to you? I’m right here.” He insists and you sniff, trying to stop your tears.

“But if there’s a chance-“

“Look, I didn’t want to go here, but… Wooyoung is in love with your sister, okay? He doesn’t just like her, or have a crush on her, he’s in love. If you’re not in love with him, you can drop it, right? …I’m right here.” His voice gets a bit unsteady, his own emotions becoming difficult to control.

“I think you should go home.” Your sobs have quieted, but that sentence pierces him harder than everything else. He wants to argue, try and convince you, but if you need space, he’ll give it to you.

By the time his bag is packed and he’s leaving Wooyoung’s room, you’ve gotten up off the floor, picked up the chair and are cleaning the dishes from breakfast.

“If you need anything…” He drifts off, hand on the doorknob. You trudge over to the door as he opens it, planning on locking the door with the chair after he’s gone. You won’t meet his eyes, and he prays desperately that you won’t have a nightmare that night without him, or anyone else, there.

“When the door closes, you slowly lock it with the chain, dropping your hand. He’s standing on the other side of the door, not wanting to leave yet. He closes his eyes tight when he hears you start to cry again. You lean against the door after it shuts, sliding to the floor in a heap, sobbing once again. You’re beginning to realize you like San…like him back. Maybe even more than Wooyoung, which terrifies you. Just over the short amount of time he’d been staying with you, he’s needled his way into your heart, more than just a friend. Little do you know, San is still on the other side of the door, trying not to cry himself listening to you sob. Your near wails quiet as new feelings bubble up. You thought you wanted him gone, so you can process, but thinking of him leaving shatters you.

“Please, please, please-“ He suddenly hears you speaking, stepping away from the door. He hears the chain rattle as you unlock the door, and open it. You aren’t expecting him to still be right there, but relief washes over you. You begin to cry again, more in relief, and he immediately goes back in. He drop his bag and returns your embrace, hugging him closer to you as you cry. San rests his cheek against the side of your head, petting your soft hair, a few tears of his own hitting your shoulder.

“(Y/N), oh sweet girl.” He sniffs, easily holding you when you go limp in his arms. You let him lift you princess style, refusing to loosen your arms’ hold around his neck and shoulders. Kicking the door closed, he carries you over to the couch, sitting down so you can sit on his lap. Your sobs cease, his hands rubbing comfortingly over your back.

“I’m sorry.” Your soft whimper hurts him; to hear you sound so defeated.

“(Y/N), precious, why are you so sorry?”

“I-I used you…”

“How?”

“I was upset and took advantage of your feelings for me.”

“I know.” You pull back abruptly, gaping at him.

“Sweetheart, I took advantage of you too. You were vulnerable-“

“San, San…” He starts to ramble nonsense, so you cup his jaw, bringing his attention back to you.

“I’m sorry I was being…” You lick your lips, thinking, “I let my feelings for Wooyoung cloud my real- You asked if I love Wooyoung? No, I don’t. It is just a crush…” Your thumb runs over his cheekbone, his wide, beautiful eyes shining up at you.

“I know that I’m not your first choice. I understand that. Honestly, I don’t care if I am your second choice, or even your third. All that matters, is that you choose me in the end.” You sniffle at his words, huffing a slightly sad laugh.

“I thought that there was only one choice, but…”

“But?”

“You’re right here.” You sigh, your own face softening; you’ve finally rationalized everything. Why your heart would thump so fast, why his actions would bring tears to your eyes… When you needed him to hold you to keep the nightmares away and why they came back when he wasn’t there…

“(Y/N)… I didn’t want to overwhelm you, but- I love you. I love you so much, I have for so long.” His own emotions are bubbling up, his own eyes tearing up along with yours.

“We’ve known each other, what, five years?” You nod, whimpering, trying to not cry harder.

“I started liking you three months in. It was when you went to adopt Cookie, and you were mobbed by all the puppies… You laid there, giggling, and I wanted to be one of those dogs. So bad.”

“F-for that long?” You’re so shocked you stop crying. San hums, rubbing your bag, hand slipping under your tank top.

“I’ve held back so much. Every time you have something on your lip, I want to kiss it off. If you’re cold, I want you to have my jacket. I want to buy every little charm or pretty thing that makes me think of you. To go to Namsan tower and put a lock on with you…” He stops when you slump forward, resting your cheek on his shoulder, and he hugs you closer. Your heart wanted to break earlier, but all his words fill the cracks in with gold.

“I’m sorry I was so blind, and selfish, and stupid. I’m sorry I can’t say ‘I love you’ back, because I really don’t know at this point. But I do know-“ You sit up to look at him, “I really, really like you. Will you forgive me for being a horrible person?”

“You’re not a horrible person, sweetheart. Not only are your emotions everywhere, you’re sleep deprived.” His hand goes to cup your cheek, brushing another stray tear away.

“Will you show me something?” You bow your head a bit, face reddening, hands fiddling with the bottom of his sweatshirt.

“Whatever you want, precious.”

“Can you show me again, how you feel about me?” Your voice is soft, a bit embarrassed, thinking of what you had asked him last night. Yes, you’re sore, but in the best possible way, and you want- need him again.

“Are you sure, pretty girl? I don’t think I can hold back like last night.” His voice is lower, but his gaze has sharpened. What the hell does he mean by that? He held back? What the fuck is he going to do that’s more intense than last night.

“You held back?” You question and he huffs, a sexy and smug smirk gracing his handsome face.

“Hm. I did. Can you handle me full force?” His eyebrow raises in question, and you swallow hard; he can hear it.

“I think I can…” Your voice is quiet, quivering, but you’re excite. Your cunt throbs, still sore but you’re getting hot quickly.

“I need a solid answer, precious.”

“Yes. I can.” His smirk glitches into a giddy smile for a second, but he gathers his composure.

“What should I do first…” He wonders aloud, many different possibilities running through his head.

“Can I make a suggestion?” You try to sound coy and smug like him, but it doesn’t really work.

“Of course, sweetheart.”

“I…” You exhale carefully, normally not so shy, “I want to swallow your cock.” Your eyes flit up to look at him and his eyes roll back in his head as he groans.

“Precious, are you sure? I don’t want to hurt you-“

“I want you to fuck my throat, then cum down it~” You’re building your confidence back up from the response you’re getting from him. Your lips are at his ear, your tongue flicking the little earring he had in, then you kiss the side of his neck.

“On the floor then, baby girl.” He almost gasps at how fast you scramble off of his lap, eagerly and obediently sitting on your knees. You watch with wide eyes as he takes his sweatshirt off, then removes the tank he had on underneath. San bites his lip, trying to not giggle as you ogle him. He notices your hands twitch on your lap, ready to take his pants off yourself.

“Tell me, do you mind if I do all the work?” The intention is clear in his words and tone.

“Yes, please~” You shuffle in your crouch, but stay still. Your eyes zero in on the bulge in his pants, whimpering in need as he once again lets his pants fall. His cock is only about half hard; you wiggle your jaw knowing it will end up sore too. You want to be sore completely and all over when he’s done with you. His hand wraps around his cock, stroking it a few times, stepping forward so he’s withing reach, but you stay still.

“What a good girl you are~” He hums, and you eagerly open your mouth when the head of his dick touches your lips. You groan at the taste of him, swirling your tongue around the tip, sucking lightly.

“Fuck-“ San sighs, hands going to your hair, leading his cock deeper and deeper into your mouth. When he hits the back of your throat, you look up at him with wide, hazy eyes. As you hears you take a large inhale through your nose, he keeps going and your whole-body shudders as his cock goes down your throat. Your cunt clenches desperately against itself, not having anything inside to satisfy her.

“Of, fucking hell, sweetheart.” He groans, your nose pressing to his pelvis. He’s impressed you haven’t gagged yet, but you’re swallowing over and over trying to get used to the sensation. He stays there like that for a second, to the point where your head begins to swim a bit, the lack of air is intoxicating. When he pulls his hips back, just enough that you can desperately suck air in through your nose, he registers the depth that allows you to breathe.

“Count, precious. I’ll bottom out every five thrusts, ‘kay?” He instructs and you nod with a whine in acknowledgement. You try to hold your jaw in the same position, eagerly sucking on his cock as he thrusts, inhaling deep when he goes all the way. Each time he groans, grinding his pelvis against your face. You know he has stamina, and even though he doesn’t block your airway each time, your vision is spotting a bit, but not enough for you to stop him. The taste of his precum building makes your mouth water, a mix of your saliva and the salty fluid drips on the hardwood floor and your lap. The slick sound and the mess on your face and his cock brings him that much closer. San smirks at the prick of tears in the corner of your eyes, welling up from hit fat cock battering your throat.

“Mmh~ I’m going to cum down your throat, precious. Just like you want~” His airy chuckle turns to a groan, and he tosses his head back, struggling to keep his rhythm. His dick pulses hard on your tongue and you finally move yourself, hands going to his butt, holding him so he can’t pull back.

“Fuck-!” He grunts and cums, pumping thick globs of hot cum into your mouth and down your throat. You keep swallowing, only gagging a bit from the sticky substance, and he finally pulls out so you can catch your breath. More saliva and cum drips off your lips, your mouth open, panting. A drop lands on your chest, running down the skin and in between your breasts.

“Such a good girl, love~” San grins at your dazed expression, wide glossy eyes peering up at him.

“You safe?” You take a second to register his question, mind still foggy.

“Pill.” You manage to get out hoarsely, throat protesting for several reasons.

“Good, because I’m going to pump you full.” He smirks. You hold your hands up for him to help you stand, but he instead bends, wrapping his arms around your back and lifting you like a child under your arms. The ease to which he does so turns you on even more and you use your own core strength to lift your legs to wrap them around his middle.

He walks forward, pressing you into the wall by the door, cock fully hard again, rubbing over the damp spot of your shorts. Working with him to get your clothes off, you shorts are still dangling off of your ankle when his cock plunges into you. The sudden burn makes your cunt clench hard around him and he hisses, still a bit sensitive from his orgasm. You’re plenty wet, and he’d just fucked you only hours prior, but he’s so big. IT makes sense why he prepped you before, and it doesn’t help you’re still sore. But you couldn’t care less, the stinging pain just adds to your euphoria.

San groans when your nails dig into his back for leverage, scratching red welts into the skin.

“Ready?” He doesn’t wait for your response, thrusting up hard and shallow twice, then rolling his hips to slam into you full force. You throw your head back, hitting the wall a bit hard, but you’re too immersed in San and his animal pace. Your breasts bounce with every thrust, and you hold onto his shoulders for dear life. He has your legs over his elbows again, getting as close to you as he can, piercing your core with sharp movements, dragging you hopelessly fast to orgasm. It’s hard to catch your breath and moan, let alone speak words, tears built in your eyes. When they roll over your cheeks, he leans in to lick the salt away. He hates seeing you cry from sorrow or from being upset, but watching tears of pleasure flow over your red cheeks go straight to his cock. So cute…

“You’re so freaking pretty, precious. Love my cock so much you just wanna cry?” His chuckle’s slightly patronizing.

“Just go dumb, baby girl, think of nothing but my dick in your tight little cunt.”

“San!” You gasp, your next climax starting. He slows his pace so you can ride the waves, but doesn’t want to overstimulate you yet, so he forces his pelvis against your swollen clit. With each rolling crest of pleasure, your cunt leaks, making another mess on the floor.

San pulls away from the wall, walking to a different part of the apartment and you protest vehemently when he slowly pulls his cock from your still spasming pussy. He sets your feet down, spinning your around and you immediately place your hands on the window to stay upright- Wait, window?! You gape, looking out toward the park you can see from the window.

“S-San-?”

“No one can see you up here, at least I don’t think…” He chuckles and doesn’t allow any more argument and fucks back into you.

“Fuck~!” You nearly scream. Somehow, he’s eve deeper than before, and the front of his hips slap against your ass with each pound. Your hot breath is fogging the window, even the heat from your palms does so. San’s fingers press so hard into your flesh; you know there will be bruises there for sure, maybe darker than the faint yellow ones on your inner thighs from the night before. Struggling a bit with the height difference, you’re forced onto your tip-toes, legs quivering as each stroke of his thick cock saps more and more of your strength.

“Huh- I’m close precious. Gonna fill you up, fuck you full~” He licks his lips like a hungry dog. You squeak when his strong grip weaves through your hair, wrapping your braid in his fist, tugging lightly as he grinds his cock as deep as possible, filling your womb with even more of his seed. It’s so hot; he’s so deep and even the sensation of him tugging on your hair feels so good. Your body ekes out another smaller orgasm, helping him ride his out. He’s still hard, albeit a little bit less so. You don’t know if your poor little cunt and body can take much more, but your mind doesn’t care. If he wants to rail you till you pass out, you would thank him when you came to. When San pulls his cock out again, more globs of cum leak out of your abused hole, which is still twitching. He smirks at your quivering body, not having moved much, and coos as he easily picks you up like a sack of potatoes, then transitions to a princess carry. Your head flops as you pant for air, waiting patiently as he carries you back to your room, shutting the door to prevent your pup from following. However, when he puts you on the bed, he doesn’t join right away, instead heading for your standing mirror. He moves it to rest facing the side of your bed and you hazily register the act. Letting him maneuver you, he sits with you on his lap, back facing him, proud cock arching against your cunt.

“Look there, precious.” His hand lightly grips your jaw, forcing your head to turn and see your reflection. You’re an absolute mess, but you’re too focused on his equally messy cock and the fact that it still isn’t back inside you.

“San, hurry, please!” You whimper and he chuckles at your insistence, lifting you and slowly pushing you down onto him again. His legs are spread so your knees rest over them were spread wide too, leaving a perfect view of your small pussy taking his girthy dick.

“Fucking gorgeous, (Y/N)~” He praises, kissing the side of your head, jaw still in his grasp to make sure you watch.

“I want you to remember this, how it looks when I fuck you, and that no one will ever be able to after me.” His words make you whimper, the small noise rising in pitch and volume as he starts to thrust up into you, also moving you with the arm around your middle. Like you’re being hypnotized, you watch San’s cock pull out halfway before sinking back into you, so much cum and slick dripping from where he sits inside you.

“You’re so hot like this.” San grunts, the hand on your stomach sliding down to circle your clit. It stings, you’re overstimulated, and you feel his dick pulsing; he’s close too.

“One more for me precious, one more~” He coaches, then one, two, he cums again. There’s no more room inside you, the thick white jizz spills over, mixing with the squirting slick and making yet again another mess on the floor. You’re both panting, reveling in the afterglow, and sleep is trying to consume you once again. Later, you’re mad at yourself for not choosing San sooner. He never should’ve been the second choice.

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Points that might help you to read Tarot as a Beginner (written from the personal experiences)

Tip from personal experience- Before reading the meanings behind the cards, tap into your intuition and listen to what it tells you. You can always interpret your cards even if they don't match the traditional meanings. Make a bond with your decks, it will help you to have a more smooth Tarot journey. Always thank the cards and the Guides/Spirit Team/The Universe after you are done reading. Try to cover your head while doing the readings to prevent any additional info from downloading into your Crown Chakra.

1. Focus- I cannot stress enough about the focus part while reading Tarot cards. When you are focused, you are more likely to be able to interpret the symbols on the cards accurately and intuitively easily without stressing yourself. This is because your mind is not distracted by other thoughts or worries, allowing you to connect with the deeper meaning of the cards. Plus it'll give you more clarity to listen to your intuition while you are preparing for a reading or asking cards any questions.

2. Know the meaning or Basic traditional meanings of the Tarot Cards- For this, I would suggest you start with the traditional Rider-Waite Tarot deck. While we are free to interpret the cards as we like it is also important to know the basic meanings of each card. For example: The Death card does not talk necessarily about the literal death but the transformation. To me, it looks like someone is leaving their past behind and moving on to their next phase whilst going through major transformations.

3. Practice- Practising is also a very important part of learning how to read Tarot cards. I know that sometimes it's very overwhelming to memorize it and do it again and again but practice as much as you want. It will not only help you to build confidence but also will strengthen your ability to read them easily with the help of your intuition. For starters, you can draw one daily card to reflect on its meaning. I did for a few days and wrote whatever meanings came through and later, I matched it with a few of the traditional meanings.

4. Shuffling, Cleansening, and asking your Spirit Guides- Shuffling isn't about just randomly putting Tarot cards, it's more than that. It's a kind of process that helps you to focus more on the meanings again. It will help the reader's energy to get mixed up with the Cards or Decks. Tarot cards absorb energy, I think we all know that. I didn't even let other people touch my decks for 1 year because I was scared that it would mess up my decks because I wasn't aware of the cleansing methods. You don't have to cleanse it after every read, its totally up to you ngl. If you feel, you can do it but it's not mandatory. For cleansing, you can either use smoke of herbs or sage. Some people use crystals as they place them on the top of their decks and some prefer the Full Moon night to cleanse their decks. I use the sage method because it's more convenient for me. Now, Spirit Guides- they are basically our guides in the form of Spirits that help us with their guidance and support. Every being has one spirit guide or a Spirit team assigned to them. You can connect to them through meditation or using your intuition. (It's a deep topic so maybe I'll make another post about it).

5. Do not read when you are tired- Reading Tarot cards while being tired can mess with your energy as well as your ability to concentrate to read the cards with the help of your intuition. Plus, it can even mess with your intuition and cloud it. There is also an increased risk of a negative or pessimistic outlook on the questions you are asking. For me, giving respect to the cards, I don't read them when I am feeling blue.

PS- These are from my personal experience. If you have any other variants, you are more than welcome to add them here. I will keep adding more in the future.

Thank you

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forkshighschooler · 2 months ago

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All That I Burn For

Summary:After a tense encounter on the cliffs of La Push, you and Paul Lahote finally confront the unspoken feelings and fears between you.

Authors Note-Hi! I haven’t been able to write a lot school is really taken a toll on me. Here is something I have written while I was gone! If my work is copying any body else’s work let me know so I can get it sorted out!

Part 1-Part 2-Part 3

The rain had started again, a soft drizzle that clung to your clothes and hair as you sat on the edge of the cliffs, knees pulled to your chest. La Push was all dark skies and brooding waves today, and somehow, it matched the way your chest felt — tight, heavy, like something unspoken was lodged there and couldn’t come loose.

You didn’t expect him to show up.

You hadn’t told anyone where you were going. And yet, somehow, Paul Lahote always found you.

“Are you trying to fall off the edge or just thinking really hard about it?”

His voice cracked through the silence like thunder, but you didn’t turn around. You knew he’d come. He always did, even when you didn’t want him to.

Especially when you didn’t want him to.

“Does it matter?” you murmured.

There was a pause. A beat where you could feel the way his presence shifted — defensive, on edge. He was always like that. Volatile. Wild. But with you, it was worse. You made him feel, and feelings weren’t something Paul Lahote ever wanted to sit in for long.

“Don’t say that,” he growled. “You don’t get to say that.”

You finally turned, eyes burning. “Why? Because it scares you? Because if I’m not okay, then maybe that means you actually have to feel something and not just bury it under anger?”

Paul flinched like you’d hit him. And in a way, maybe you had.

He walked a few feet away, fists clenched at his sides, trying to calm the storm inside him — the one you always stirred up. “You think I don’t feel anything? You have no idea what it’s like. Every time you’re not around, it’s like I’m coming apart. I can’t breathe without you. And when you’re here, it’s—”

“Too much,” you finished for him. “It’s always too much with you, Paul.”

His jaw clenched, eyes dark. “Yeah. Because you matter. You walked into my world and wrecked it without even trying. I wasn’t supposed to imprint. I wasn’t supposed to need anyone.”

“But I didn’t ask for this either,” you whispered, voice cracking. “I didn’t ask to be tied to someone who can barely hold himself together. I didn’t want to fall for someone who disappears when I need them the most.”

Silence stretched between you, painful and raw.

“I’m not good at this,” Paul finally said, softer now, broken in a way you hadn’t heard before. “I get angry. I say things I don’t mean. But I never wanted to hurt you.”

You stood slowly, eyes locked on his. “Then why do I always end up bleeding?”

He looked like he might shatter. And for the first time, the fearless Paul Lahote looked afraid — not of you, but of losing you.

“You don’t have to forgive me,” he said hoarsely. “But I’m still here. I’ll always be here. Even if all you ever do is hate me.”

You stepped forward, close enough to feel the warmth radiating off him like a furnace, close enough to see the grief in his eyes that he was trying so hard to hide.

“I don’t hate you, Paul,” you said, voice barely a breath. “I just don’t know if love is enough to fix what’s broken.”

He reached out, hesitant for once, fingers brushing the back of your hand. A silent question.

You didn’t pull away.

And maybe, just maybe, that was enough for tonight.

Ps-Please let me know if you want a part 2! I already have it written just don’t know if i should post it!

Disclaimer:

I do not own Twilight or any of its characters. All rights belong to Stephenie Meyer. This is a work of fanfiction written for entertainment purposes only. No copyright infringement is intended.

#forkshighschooler #twilight fanfic #twilight wolfpack #twilight x reader #paul lahote x reader #paul lahote x y/n #paul lahote #paul lahote fanfic #wolfpack twilight

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syncaleb · 1 month ago

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Hii I’m not sure if you’re still doing the 3 hcs but if you are I’d like to participate!

LI: Sylus

I don’t really know how to talk about myself :( but I’m very shy like I don’t really like talking to new people or even ordering for myself at restaurants (love social anxiety). I’m pretty nerdy (which you can probably tell from my blog but it’s whatever), I love the Legend of Zelda and literature and am pursuing a computer science career. I’m a very sarcastic person, but I rarely ever get mad. Despite struggling with socializing and expressing myself, I’m very loyal to my friends and don’t shy away from affection. I love all of the love languages, but specifically physical touch. Don’t really like people spending money on me though (which would probably annoy Sylus lol). I struggle with motivation a lot but when I love something it becomes all consuming (like I really want to be an author and sometimes it’s all I think about). I saw someone else say this but I am like a foot shorter than Sylus so the height difference would be very evident.

Sorry if I yapped and I hope that you can get headcanons out of that! I love what you’ve posted so far :)

<33

-> hello sweet love <3 sorry for my absence my work was so demanding i was barely existing! 🥲 but thank you so much for sending me this, you and sylus are so adorable, i love you two 🥰🥰

-> ps: the event is closed now (should anyone see this in their vicinity) ❤️

1. shy baby, scary man

sylus knows you’re shy, so he always steps in when a waiter comes over—“they’ll have the usual,” he says without even looking at the menu, like he memorized it just to save you the panic. he’s terrifying to strangers, but when you’re clinging to his coat sleeve in crowded places, he softens like butter. he’ll lean down and whisper, “you’re okay. i’ve got you.”

2. touch is your language

you melt when he brushes your hair behind your ear, and he knows it. he pretends to tease you—“needy little thing, aren’t you?”—but the second you reach out even slightly, he’s already pulling you onto his lap. he never says no to your affection. even in public, one of his hands is always touching you somewhere—on your lower back, wrist, or resting over your heart like he’s grounding you.

3. author dreams & height memes

he builds you a quiet writing nook in his private quarters, and it’s the only space in the whole base that feels warm and soft. whenever you’re stuck, he’ll drop a kiss on your head and murmur, “stop overthinking. just write.” and when he finds out you’re a foot shorter than him? oh boy. he starts placing things on higher shelves just so you’ll whine for his help. “use your words, little one,” he smirks, while holding your favorite book just out of reach.

#love and deepspace #lads #lads x reader #lads sylus #sylus fluff #sylus x reader #lads comfort

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latenightdaydreams · 9 months ago

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Hii!! Just a PS your stories are amazing and I read at least three of them a day. I was wondering if you could maybe do a part two for the vamp reader x König Story? Feel free to ignore.

Thank you!! Absolutely!

König x Vamp!Reader Part 2 (fem)

Part 1

MDNI🔞

Master List✍🏽

>cw: fem/afab, vampire, jealousy, p in v, blood

1.4k word count

🧛‍♀️

König really couldn’t go without you. It’s only been one night and König is already planning on taking a quick trip to see you before he has to report in the morning. A sleepless night is worth just a short while with you. He packs a small bag and walks through the halls of KorTac in a rush to his car. Horangi spots him and smirks under his mask.

“Hey, where are you off to?” He asks now following König.

“Hey- uh. Back to Budapest.”

“Yeah? How did the club go?” Horangi takes long strides to keep up with König’s large steps.

“Good.” He answers shortly, not wanting to waste any time.

“Get bitten by any vampires?” There is a teasing tone in his voice.

“Sold my soul to one.” König turns his head to look down at Horangi. “I met a woman.”

“Oh? Well, have fun and be safe.” Horangi pats his back before backing off.

König sinks into the driver’s seat and speeds towards you. His fingers caress the bite marks that linger on his neck. It’s as if he is touching you and feeling you again. The closer he gets to the club, the more intense the fire in his heart burns with desire.

His car pulls into the parking garage, turning into the first open spot. He grabs the duffle bag from the back and pulls out an outfit to switch into. As he steps outside his car, he looks around to make sure no one sees him as he changes before rushing to the doors of the club.

The bounder looks König up and down, noticing the bite marks on his neck and smirks; stepping aside to let him and two women in. König’s eyes scan the club like a hawk trying to find you in the sea of people. A much taller blonde vampire approaches him, a beautiful man. He cups König’s face and flashes his fangs.

“Hello handsome.”

König gently removes the man’s hand. “I’m looking for y/n.”

“Oh, shame. She’s in the back, room 3.”

König feels his heart drop when he says that. In a rush he pushes past others to get to the red velvet curtain. Room 3. For a moment he lingers outside of it, wondering what you’re doing on the other side of the door. His hand wraps around the knob and turns, it’s unlocked.

The door swings open and you’re there on the bed with another woman. You’re both naked and wrapped in each other’s arms, legs entangled as you drink from her neck. His stomach drops as he sees you with someone else in such an intimate way. He swallows hard and steps forward, closing the door behind him.

“Have you come to join?” The woman asks König as she eyes him up and down.

“No, I’m here for her.” König says, his eyes never leaving your body.

You turn to face him with crimson stained lips pulled into a wide smile. Small drops of blood drip down your chin as you pull away from her. You stretch one of your hands out to hold König’s. His mind is a cloudy storm of mixed emotions; anger, rejection…arousal.

“König, you’re back so soon.”

König quickly walks to you and takes your hand. His eyes roam over the other woman’s body before looking back at you. “Who is she?”

“One of my donors.”

“One?” König reaches out to cup your face with his other hand, your gaze almost hypnotizing him.

“A woman has to eat.” You kiss his palm, listening to his heartbeat quicken as you do. “Do you want to join us?”

“No. I only want you.” König looks at the other woman not with lust, but with more of a possessive anger. “Bitte.”

You turn to look at the woman and she gives you a knowing nod as she stands up to get dressed. König’s hand drops from your face as you lean over to grab a tissue from the night stand to wipe the blood from your lips. The second the door closes you can hear his heart beat slow, his thoughts becoming calm.

“I wasn’t expecting you back so soon, König.”

“I can tell.” He says with an attitude as he begins to undress, his eyes roaming over your body with an insatiable hunger. “Do you have sex with all of your donors?”

“Only the hot ones.”

König lets out a soft growl as he stalks closer to the bed with only his boxer briefs on. In his mind, you’re his. He has never been one to share and just because you’re a vampire doesn’t make you an exception.

“I don’t like the idea of other people touching you.” König crawls on to the bed to join you, his erection straining hard against the soft black fabric.

“My kind isn’t known to be monogamous, love.” You roll on to your side, resting your body against his. Your hand runs down his abdomen, caressing the blond hair that covers him.

“I don’t like that…” König says with a deep sigh, your cold hand causing him to shiver. He places his hand on yours and holds it, squeezing it.

“I’ve been around longer than you’ve been alive, and I will be here long after you’re gone. It’s just not realistic.” You say softly, your dark eyes glistening in the low light and your scent lulls König into pure primal lust.

“But while I’m here, I’m yours.” König whispers as he leans in to kiss your lips.

You kiss back, moving your hand from under his to grasp his hard cock. A low hum leaves his lips as you do. He pulls back from the kiss to look down at your hand and then back up at you. Quickly, he pulls his underwear off and tosses them off the bed.

“I want to be on top.” König demands as he mounts you, pushing you back against the lush bedspread. You gaze up at him with a wide smile, exposing your fangs to him as he positions himself between your legs. Seeing you in bed with another person makes him want to claim you.

“I’m usually the one in charge.” You say with a smirk.

“Not tonight.”

He presses the tip of his cock against your entrance, your vagina already slick from your previous encounter. It only added fuel to König’s possessive side. His blue eyes lock with yours as he slips himself inside of you. A soft moan leaves him as his eyelids become heavy with pleasure. Your walls are so incredibly tight around the width of his fat cock, absolutely perfect.

“König, fuck me hard.”

With those words his hips pull back and thrust forward into you harshly, slapping his balls against your ass. Your slick gummy walls on his bare cock cause his head to drop lost in euphoria. He feels your hand caress his face, forcing him to keep eye contact with you.

“Your…so…beautiful.” He pants in between moans.

Only orgasmic sounds of pleasure leave your lips as your hands roam his body. The veins on his arms popping from how fast the blood is flowing through them, his heart pumping from the intensity of his motions. You crave sinking your teeth into him, tasting his candy sweet blood on your tongue.

“God yes, König.” You moan as you slowly grab his arms and lift it to your lips.

Your full lips press against his pulse beating quickly on his wrist. König watches you with an intense look in his eyes as you slowly open your mouth. Your dark eyes turn that mesmerizing red as your teeth sink into his wrist.

“Ah-” König groans as his thrust slows.

The imagery of his blood slowly dripping down the sides of your mouth only adding to this orgasmic experience. Your mouth is filled with his warm blood, the warmth spreading throughout you as it slips down your throat. With your other hand you drag your sharp nails along the skin of his side, his shivers in response.

“I want to be your only one.” He moans.

You pull away from his wrist, licking what continues to drip. “I’d drink you dry.”

“I’d die happily, please.” König’s head drops as another moan escapes him.

Your eyes meet his, you know that he is genuine. He is fully devoted to you, obsessed even. A small smile crosses your lips as you use your strength to dominate him, pushing him back and quickly getting on top. A light laugh leaves his lips, still not use to the strength you possess.

“You really want to be mine forever?” You ask as you begin to kiss along his chest, nipping lightly at his flesh and leaving small red marks behind.

“Please.”

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pizzapottah · 4 months ago

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Hii!! Omg I have suggestions!!! I'm not very creative and I also like the drama. 1- Nādrēsy finally getting his rings for his horns!! And maybe even a new saddle - a glamorous one!! 2- Princess flying with Oscar on Nādrēsy and Cregan sees and gets pissy about it LMAO. 3- A moment between Helaena and Jacaerys and the wench Alicent being like "Oh", because Halaena is much happier without her and Otto. 4- Also, I believe a moment of the Princess with her future subjects would be nice!! We never really got to see that side of her and I think it would really add to the story!! 5- Her birthday being in the dragonpit, perhaps, it has more space than the castle. It would be more inconvenient to get to, and back to the castle again, mainly with foods, but we can ignore that LMAO. 6- Princess and Oscar gossiping A LOT!! 7- Otto Hightower being sent to the wall for treason would be the highlight of my year, but yk, no pressure LMAO 8- Sibling moment bewteen the dragon twins (Baela and Rhaena) and Princess 9- The Princess had so many sad moments during these last years, so this chapter or just during her nameday being all about joy and celebrating _her_ without much drama - or none at all - would be sooooo precious. 10- Also, the Princess' friendship with Aegon II made me really happy!! So maybe, another moment of them gossiping and being menaces together would be HILARIOUS! 11- Princess making an entrance at her nameday, OBVI!! 12- Seeing the Princess struggling with her scar, maybe as Cregan is trying to win her over and there's a moment where she gets insecure but only shows it when she's alone or just with Cregan 'cause she is struggling to hold it in - idk. 13- Vaghar dying - I'm sorry, but I CANNOT stand Aemond!! Him having the courage of finally being who he is is all because he got Vaghar in the first place. I really have no clue of what to suggest for Aemond, because us killing him would be kinda yk... 14- A nice moment between Rhaenyra and Princess 😭 15- Princess dancing with all of her brothers would be so precious 💖 16- If I don't read about Cregan holding his whimpers and tears of pure horror because of the Princess' rejection or cold shoulder I will hunt you down!!! (Just a joke LMAO, but seriously, our girl is petty and spoiled who may be an adult now, but this is to heal her inner child who got rejected by Cregan). I know these ideas are not very good, but they are of little moments that could be added throughout the story or the chapter to add something more to it!! Much love 💖💖 PS: I am very anxious for the new chapter and to see what will happen that I re-read the entire thing about 5 times in the last 2 weeks or so (no, I am not a busy person, as you can see)!!

gonna have to reply to all of those so bare with me 😔

1. I wanted to add that but wasn't sure if I had already written about him getting his jewelry 😭 after this clarification I'll surely add it tho!

2. LMAOOOO THIS WOULD BE TOO FUNNY MY MAN WOULS BE SO ANNOYING ABOUT IT

4. thought I'd add a bit about her coronation as heir in the celebration for her birthday!

6. you already know the drill... besties will do what besties do

9. I promise no angst in the chap 😔 maybe a smidge of sadness over laenor not being there, but nothing too heartbreaking I promise

10. already planned it! I'll just have to see where it ends up lmao

12. OHMYGOD I'M SO GOING TO ADD THISSSSSS

13. we'll see ehehe

14. as always, I have to heal my readers with mommy issues or either way no one is going to 🫡🫡🫡

15. YESSSSSSS

16. I love my men pathetic and sad so this is going to happen

thank you for all the suggestions!! this surely is making me write faster as we speak LMAO

#asks #send asks #pizzapottah's asks #asks hall of fame

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homestuckreplay · 7 days ago

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oooo did rereading act 1/2 feel different now that you've read problem sleuth???

yes, definitely! I have stopped looking at Act 1 as a complete beginning, and started seeing it as a continuation of something that was already ongoing (MSPA as a whole). like, when Homestuck started, a young man standing in his bedroom wasn’t logged as Homestuck page 1, it was MSPA page 1901, and the people reading it back then were almost exclusively Problem Sleuth fans.

I saw a post a while back (which I sadly cannot find again) saying something like ‘people who didn’t spend a year waiting for Problem Sleuth to escape his office building will never understand what it felt like to see John easily leave his house 10 days into Homestuck’ and I think that post is correct – that must have been a very strange and surprising reveal. Problem Sleuth is so based on video game logic that it’s often very literal, and its puzzles only have one solution. PS, AD and PI are trapped in their building, and need the Megaton Key to escape. in real life, if you were trapped in an office building, you’d have options. calling some sort of building manager or locksmith, leaving via an emergency back exit, smashing a window, finding a YouTube tutorial on how to pick locks, etc. but a video game can bar all but the ‘correct’ solution (aside from cheats, mods, etc), as can an author. Homestuck sticks to this in some ways – the alchemy sequence in Sburb’s tutorial level, for example – but overall it feels much more grounded in reality than Problem Sleuth does, and much more metaphorical (its title, for example). those things only feel weird now that I have PS as a comparison!

in popular culture and especially in music, people talk a lot about ‘second album syndrome’, where an artist whose first album was a big success really struggles with their followup. sometimes that’s about the massively increased pressure on them, but often it’s that they put all their good ideas into their first album and haven’t had time to develop any new ones. in my opinion disappointing followups usually fall into one of two categories – either they try to do the exact same thing as the first album and feel like an uninspired retread, or they purposefully try to make something as different as possible, and end up experimenting without a solid artistic vision behind it. conversely, the second albums I love tend to take the ideas of the first album and build upon them. the artist is still working in the space that really interests them, but is actively trying to learn and advance their craft. a well known modern example of this is Olivia Rodrigo’s second album GUTS (2023), which is primarily about the same breakup as her debut SOUR (2021), but written with two years of perspective on those feelings, reflecting on her own actions and on other people’s responses to her original songs about them.

I think early Homestuck is basically doing the same thing, taking the core ideas of Problem Sleuth such as applying video game logic, inventories and battle systems to reality, characters interacting with their own medium, and telling a high concept story through small, reader-influenced actions, and exploring those through a different lens. PS, AD and PI could enter cheat codes for their own game and re-enter saved states, but due to their 1920s setting, none of them played video games outside of the one they were part of, so the mechanics that governed their lives had no context to them. John and his friends do play video games, program computers, etc, and so they’re able to more consciously game the mechanics of their own lives. Homestuck’s inventory systems are more complex and variable than PS’ equivalents, giving readers far more options (and opportunities for jokes) with their commands. the beta kids are far more similar to the average MSPA reader in their experiences, interests and senses of humor than Team Sleuth were, so might on some level be based on the types of people who were already reading the site. so PS and HS have similar ideas, very different execution

(for what it’s worth I think if Hussie had made a full Midnight Crew adventure instead of making Homestuck, it would have been far more of a retread of PS’ ideas instead of an advancement, and probably would not have recaptured the magic that PS accidentally stumbled on. but that’s guesswork)

anyway something else is that John, Rose and Dave are all Problem Sleuth fans!! and that meant something more to me on this reread than it ever has before. John, for example, has a poster of Problem Sleuth acting all hardboiled in his office with his gun and candy corn. John tends to identify with main characters over side characters, and he believes the front that people put up, even when it’s pretty obvious to other people that they’re faking. Rose has posters of Fluthlu and other strange beasts from PS’ imaginary realm, because she’s interested in occult and esoteric ideas over humor and puzzles. She probably read/played PS for its universe-destroying monsters more than any investment in whether Team Sleuth escape their building. Dave already has merch for Midnight Crew and the Felt despite not being super into the new adventure. He’s someone who doesn’t tend to stick with things for too long, and is always trying to keep up with what’s new so that he can have an opinion on it – PS is over, so he’s moved on. having your new main characters be a fan of your existing work feels pretty self indulgent, but the way they each interact with that work is VERY true to the rest of their characterization.

obviously there’s also a bunch of small references, like when Dave is described as ‘starting to flip the fuck out’ (p.465), or when John is commanded to ‘Fondly regard cremation’ (p.52), or my personal favorite, ‘CD: Punch clocks in faces to establish chronology’ (p.1180). Homestuck is always referencing itself too, with its many variations on doing an acrobatic fucking pirouette off the handle or stating immutable facts for the record or friendship being an emotion - specific turns of phrase that are used over and over to give the work its very strong voice and linguistic identity, keeping it cohesive even as it goes through wild shifts in tone, setting and art style, but without a greater ‘meaning’. the same way that a meme can circulate through different communities, platforms, even time periods, which makes it feel like there’s a singular ‘internet culture’ even though this is a huge and disparate place. so these references recurring from PS show that this concept I’d already noticed in Homestuck exists throughout MSPA and links these stories that seem like they’re taking place in very different worlds. I’m not someone who tries to pick out every tiny example of self-reference but the general idea does work for me.

anyway in conclusion: Problem Sleuth is very good and I don’t think it’s necessary to read it to understand Homestuck, but it has definitely changed my perspective on the early acts and given me some valuable context, which is very worthwhile!

#homestuck #problem sleuth #problem sleuth spoilers #asks #apparently part of my unique perspective on homestuck is 'it's just like pop music!'#which is a take im very much willing to stand behind actually #thank you so much for the ask! :D #chrono

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low-budget-korra · 4 months ago

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Let's talk about how the Avatar creators don't know how to handle their own creation

Yes, I will forever be thankful for atla and tlok existence but I can't ignore how much they changed in the way they treat their own characters. Especially the women and the dark skinned ones

And yes, who am I to think I know more about the character than the ppl who wrote them? I know. But I just can't witness without saying anything

1. Katara in tlok

No, I didn't want her to fight and get her ass beat like Zuko. She is an old lady after all. And even tho I still think it's believable that after she got pregnant, she stepped out of the fight path and became a full time mom, bc I think it makes sense that she decided to be for her children the mother that she didn't have. But...

In Republic City see Aang big ass statue, we see Zuko's, we see Toph's, we see Sokka's, so where the hell is Katara's? In Jinora 's tattoo ceremony, where is Katara? It's like they forgot her existence sometimes.

What's her legacy in tlok? We see that Sokka was a respectable council, Toph was a respectable chef of police, Zuko regained the honor of his nation (we see there's no prejudice against firebenders, and ppl from Fire Nation) and Aang...well I don't even need to tell about. But where is Katara legacy?

And Suki...poor Suki tho. She is not even mentioned

2. Kuruk

As much as Kyoshi novels gave him more depth and cleaned his legacy. We need more about him. He is the Avatar ( apart from Wan and now Korra) that deals with the spirits. A book or a show about him, focusing on the spirits lore would do wonders for the Avatarverse.

He is prob the most underrated Avatar. Most of the randoms and even some fans still have this idea that he was a bad Avatar bc he only wanted to party and all. And Bryke does NOTHING to give him lore, to give him the attention he deserves.

Why they greenlight the Roku novels? The new show it seems that will deal a lot with spirits so why they choose Roku instead of a Kuruk novel where they could deep dive into this and prepare the fans for the new show? Make it make sense.

They don't care if ppl think Kuruk is useless. But they cared about Roku jokes enough to make him a novel and making him powerful

Ps: I know Bryke is not the one that wrote the novels but they are for sure the ones that approve or disapprove what's in them and which Avatar will have their novel and which will not

3. Korra

They don't hide anymore how much they hate Korra. Since Avatar became popular again, Korra suffered even more hate bc of this generation of incels and Bryke chose to please them instead of the fans. How long we don't have Korra content? The 10y anniversary went by and they didn't even make a post about it. No hq (apart from Mako and Bolin one that's was announced), no novel, no official art, no movie... Nothing. They want to erase her.

Not only this,but also shit on her legacy. And yeah, let's give the brown bissexual character who suffered unnecessary hate, more "reason" for ppl to hate her and bully her fandom 👍. A fandom that is full of woc and lgbt - two groups of ppl who already suffer hate just for exist.

"oh but they say she is the strongest Avatar ever" I DONT GIVE A FUCK. All I wanted (and all of a lot of fans wanted) is for them to treat her with respect and decency. Just like they treat Aang, Zuko, Toph, Sokka... They making her be the strongest is a "shut up" for her fans not to complain Abt them destroying her legacy

4. The disconnection with the fandom

With this show, they don't want to please the fans. They want to please the random audience, the one that jumps from show to show without joing the fandom. And this is bad because the Avatar Studios is not solidified in the industry yet. They need the Adult Gaang and the new show to be a success.

The problem is the majority of the fandom didn't want a new avatar right after Korra, I'm on other social medias, so other bubbles and I can guarantee this. Ppl wanted a show about Adult Gaang, older Korra, adaptation of Kyoshi and Yangchen novels, an new Avatar somewhere in the 10.000y cycle Wan started... Yet they choose none of this.

And why is it important to give the fans what they want now? Because this would allow AS to gain money and become a respectable studio, and only then go for more "dangerous" projects.

They want to please the fandom, the incels and the woke mob all at once and this never worked well. And they are about to retcon and prob pretend tlok didn't exist, just to please the incels

They recast all of the voices, and Aang's new VA is apparently pro-Israel. Like, they want to be "cool and representative" when casting only based on ethnicity but didn't bother to cast someone not pro genocide to play a genocide survivor? Talk about performative activism right there.

5. The Comics

I didn't read all of them but the ones I read show some of the worst mischaracterization I've seen. Asami, who never lost a fight and was always helpful, being a damsel in distress. Aang, one of the most emphatic characters of the Avatarverse showing empathy towards Ozai but not Azula? Pós book 4 Korra acting like b1 Korra, and getting her ass kicked by some random criminal? Azula being genuinely stupid? What the actual fuck?

Oh, and different from the Novels, the comics are written by at least one of the Bryke

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It's truly sad to see what they are doing with their creation and the fandom.

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So uhm... I did a thing...

✨Character Info Template✨

UPDATE 11.24.24: this template now has a page theme version! if you're not a fan of templates, you can get the code to use it as an interactive multimuse page >here<

Been meaning to do this a long time ago (and actually started it but never finished it, lol) as a way to share some more information about my ocs without needing to use a custom page theme, but mostly because I haven't found any page theme that looks exactly as I want and allows this much customization.

There are two versions and both are almost exactly the same; but the example shown in the left has an 'appearance' section which is small and has few quick facts regarding the oc's appearance; while the example on the right has a 'moodboard' section instead which allows you to add more info about your oc.

You can change every section/title to fit your needs like I did in the examples below; I personally removed some categories as well and got rid of some connections as this oc doesn't have that many close friends/partners to fill the original template. However, I also included an extra separated 'connections' section in the download in case you want to add more people and more information.

I recommend you stick to square-shaped pictures so it's easier to fit them to each section. Also if and when you edit the information or section titles, please select only one line at a time to replace it so you don't lose the text format. (Titles shouldn't change because that's a single format/font within the same text box, but should it change you can always hit ctrl+z hehe) When you're done, I strongly recommend you save this as a .png instead of .jpg so it's the best possible quality!

Last but not least, this is a .psd file. So you'll need either Photoshop (I did this with Photoshop Portable, but it supports newer versions of PS and it *should* support older versions too) or Photopea to open and edit this file.

Credits: Adobe Photoshop, Inter font, Golften Vintage font

>DOWNLOAD< (patreon but free :p)

(note: I'm posting this with my gaming blog because I think my fellow gamers might be interested in this, but please consider giving credits to me if you use this template by tagging @synindoodles instead of this blog)

More info on how to use and edit this template below the cut!

Layers:

>Each layer is properly named and categorized. The general layers such as the background, the icon shape and background shapes are under the groups.

>If you don't want to see/don't need one of the connections' pictures and information, I recommend you find which one it is (1, 2, 3, 4, 5 or 6) and click on the eye symbol next to the layer to hide it so that way if you ever need it, it won't be truly gone.

>To edit a text section, simply find the layer (such as General Information>Left Column) and double click on the 'T' symbol next to the layer. That way it will open edit mode and allow you to edit the text, just don't hit delete or enter while everything is selected or you'll erase it :p

>Main text sections aren't separated, they're blocks of text. I recommend you don't remove the amount (for example, if you downloaded the version with the 'appearance' section, which has 5 sections of information, don't remove the fifth line.) Either leave it empty or replace it with another data, otherwise it will look weird. The 'general information' section might look good even if you remove a few lines, just don't get rid of the whole block of text.

Pictures:

>To add a new picture, simply paste it over this document and move it using the Move Tool.

>To frame it (so it becomes a circle or fits over the shape you want), make sure the picture layer is over the layer you want, then while holding alt click between the two layers. [For example, if you want to add a new main oc picture: 1) paste the pic you want, 2) move it with the Move Tool so it's covering the big circle, 3) once you've fully covered the shape (if it isn't you can resize it by right clicking on it then on 'free transform', sometimes you might need to hold shift to proportionally resize it) make sure the newly pasted pic layer is over the layer named "picture goes here", 4) hold the alt key and hover your mouse cursor over the line between your pic layer and the circle layer until you see an arrow going down symbol, once you see it click it and tah dah! your picture should now have the same shape as the circle! - you can further move it if it doesn't fit the way you want with the Move Tool (;

Others:

>You can change every color, font and section to your liking, just don't change the general layout of the template.

>To hide/show the guides (those bright blue lines all over the document), click ctrl+,

>'Inter' is a free font and you can get it in the link above (linked with the credits), Golften Vintage is not, but you can get the demo version >here< (just scroll down and click the blue download button under license). I will not tell you how to install fonts as it might be different for everyone (for me it's C:/Windows/Fonts and I just drop the zipped files (except the .txt one) there), but google is your friend.

>I can't think of anything else that needs to be said here, but if you have any other question feel free to send me an ask or dm and I'll help you out!

>Last but not least, a like is appreciated if you plan to use this plus consider tagging @synindoodles if you use it <3

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saltyyuuri · 1 month ago

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POOKIE PLEASEPLEASE PLEASE MAKE A PT.2 FOR THE CYPHER SMUT I BEG WITH MORE CHOKING AND DEG🙏🙏🙏‼️‼️‼️😓😓😓😋😋😋

OKAY OKAY I GET THE POINT YOU GUYS WANT TO PART TWO. But on the side note are you guys sincerely okay-like sincerely. I already know the answer but I'm still taking a second to ask it. Anyways -

Oh extra PS, I decided I was going to make a small reference to my fic "writer's block", if you read it you might recognize something in there too. Because this is just too perfect to reference writer's block.

PLEASE KNOW THIS IS ROUGHER THAN PART 1, BE WARNED

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🃏 Keep up 🃏

Cypher x FEM!reader

Pt.2

(Part 1 here for context)

Song: roll the dice, odetari.

Words: 5000

Warnings: foul language, nsfw, bdsm, degradation, sadomazo, potential violence/mention of it, CNC, knife, slightly more extreme kinks for you weirdos (no offense), my sanity, my lack of sleep, okay this is getting off subject....

🃏🃏🃏🃏🃏🃏🃏🃏🃏🃏🃏🃏🃏🃏🃏🃏🃏

"how much longer do I need to be tied to this chair?" You asked as he broke the silence, it had been practically hours at this point, occasionally getting some water and snacks whenever he got up and remembered to do so-he had been so busy going through all the files on the computer and at this point your shoulders were getting completely cramped from being handcuffed behind the chair.

"as long as I want. And I told you to be quiet." Cypher said-his tone firm and nearly cold as he spoke, his mechanical blue eyes glued onto the screens of his computer as he was going through all the files. You were still pretty exhausted, your body was strained and starting to get various cramps. Despite the moment of frustration relief you two had earlier, right now your body was in pain pretty much everywhere.

"for once I'm not going to be sarcastic but I am sincerely in pain. I'm getting cramps all around, mostly my shoulders from being handcuffed like this. Can I just at least-" you started to say again, for once your sarcastic tone completely gone considering your own comfort was completely destroyed at this point. Cypher barely glanced up-his attention mostly on his computer. It was as if he was considering it but then promptly ignored you again.

You let out a sigh, tugging at the handcuffs once again to try to reposition your arms a bit. You were tired and you were uncomfortable, definitely not a good combo. And that was without counting the fact that you hadn't gone to the bathroom in hours. You were just hoping he would be done with the files soon enough-that he had some fancy program scanning them for him because one terabyte would take him a whole week to go through-and you didn't want to be stuck like this for a week.

It was only about an hour later when Cypher finally got up again and a strike of Hope went through you. He made his way towards you and much to your content he finally undid the handcuffs from the chair-allowing you to move your arms a bit but staying very close by, monitoring your every move. When you got a second to stretch-he was quick to put the handcuffs back on you but this time not against the chair-your arms cuffed towards the front. Before you could protest he was already tugging on them and dragging you along-forcing you forward and making you stumble a bit.

You did your best to not trip over, following him. "Where the hell are you taking me-" the words came out on their own, having lost the sarcastic Edge from the discomfort. "The restroom." He answered shortly, his voice was still sharp as he spoke. He just dragged you along, opening a side door to the room-it seemed there was a personal bathroom right there. He tugged your handcuffs all the way to the toilet first; and when you thought he'd at least give you some privacy, he just stood in the corner of the room with his arms crossed, waiting.

You know you didn't have much grounds to complain and you also knew that if you did complain, things could probably go much worse. You did your business despite being watched like a hawk and despite having your hands cuffed-doing as you could to take care of yourself. As you were going to pull back up your pants with your cuffed hands, he stepped forward and put a foot on your pants, forcing them to stay on the ground.

"why. Just why." Came out of your mouth as your head snapped up, a look of annoyance and irritation on your face. "You desperately need a shower." He said, and you could almost see the mocking expression on his face with just how he was speaking. Before you could protest he was already taking care of getting your top off-only undoing the handcuffs for a short moment to get the shirt off. And then it seemed like he was having a moment of consideration once more, deciding to keep the handcuffs off of you.

Before anything could be said or done you were pushed in the shower-it was one of those white showers that were in the corner of the bathroom, a rounded exterior with glass doors. Your clothes were piled on the floor and he was twirling the handcuffs around on his finger, arms half crossed and his eyes glued on your nude body in the shower. "Go on. I don't have all day." He said firmly, leaning against the wall.

"so you're just profiting off the moment for your own sick pleasure?" You said in annoyance, starting the water and flinching as it started cold-a mix of being unpleasant but also soothing for the aches around your body. "Oh sweetheart, you weren't giving me that speech earlier when you were acting like a whore." He said, his tone near cocky as he spoke, still twirling the handcuffs with his finger. "Yeah except earlier I wasn't in discomfort. You're such a fucking asshole." You said from the shower as you started to wash up-only having your back side towards the glass. You didn't want to give him more of a view-but you also couldn't hide much.

"Poor thing. Would have figured you liked it, seeing that having a gun down your throat is what turned you on, out of assumed some pain of sitting in an uncomfortable position for hours would have made you a hot mess." He said with his voice dripping with sarcasm, making you grumble in the shower. "Fuck you. Sincerely, fuck you." You said out loud, rinsing off the soap from your body. "We've just done that sweetheart. Is that your way of asking for a second round?" He asked, his cocky tone already coming back as he spoke, the handcuffs that were twirling on his finger stopped-catching them with the same hand he was twirling them with. His eyes scanned over you once again.

"definitely not. I'd rather be walked like a dog then do that again." You hissed out-even though you had to admit you did like what had happened; you just were so annoyed and frustrated from the hours you had to sit in discomfort, only now just getting a glimpse of relief as the cramps that had been starting to form we're now getting loosened up from the warm water, washing off any traces of him other than the markings. And honestly? If it weren't for all that you would have said yes-you don't know why he just knew how to work you so well, and you weren't complaining...

"careful; seeing how much you enjoyed being degraded, you might actually love being walked like a dog." Well, he wasn't wrong. But you didn't want to prove him right either. Despite the idea of it almost having a slight appeal, much to your twisted dismay, You just scoffed, shutting off the shower despite wanting to stay longer, walking out dripping wet. A puddle was going to form under you if you didn't get a towel, but seeing as he didn't take any out, you just assumed he'd let you drip off.

He chuckled, and you already knew he was going to be up to something. He walked back over, snapping the handcuffs back onto your wrist. He didn't even get you dressed-pulling you out of the bathroom completely nude and dripping wet. "Wait a damn minute-I'm not even fucking dressed-"you started to say before he turned around briefly as soon as you were back in the room that consisted of his office-one of his feet going to kick behind your knee. You roughly fell forward-on all fours in front of him.

"you said you'd rather be walked like a dog? Then that's exactly what's going to happen." He said, his tone almost sadistic as he spoke. You barely registered the words that were said; he was already grabbing the blindfold ribbon he had used previously, tying it around your neck. It wasn't too tight but it was definitely not loose either. You could already feel heat building inside of you again- even if you wanted to refuse, your body was winning this battle over your mind. He proceeded to walk back to his desk after. You wanted to get up, you wanted to go back to that damn bathroom and put your clothes back on-and as you were just trying to get back up; he put his foot back down on the chains of the handcuffs, forcing you back down to the ground. This time he had a rope-nodding it around the blindfold that was around your neck.

"Bad dog, you're supposed to say. Have you not ever been properly trained?" He asked in a mocking voice. The degradation once again was starting to get to you, but you didn't want to let him have that satisfaction. "Go to fucking hell." You said almost immediately, glaring up at him. He just laughed, tugging on the rope he had tied around the blindfold on your neck, walking forward and forcefully tugging it along with him. When you didn't want to budge it just choked you, crawling forward to not get choked again and gasping for air.

The choking sensation just vividly brought your body back to the same moment where he started choking you with his hand- how much you liked it. You could already feel the heat growing again, and you knew you wouldn't be able to resist it. You were leaving wet spots on the floor from not getting dried off after the shower, being walked like a dog around his office. It was a degrading experience. And much to your surprise; you enjoyed it probably more than you should have.

"that's no way to talk to your master. Bad dog-" he said with the same cocky tone, yanking on the rope once again and watching as you choked. You already felt the heat in your core, your mind finally just giving up on its previous frustration. But you were still going to talk back nevertheless. "Fuck... Off..."you mumbled out, crawling forward once again.

"for a bitch, you definitely have one hell of a mouth on you." He muttered out, yanking you forward once again. He took quite a few steps forward, heading to the small sofa that was in his office before he sat down, tugging you forward once again. And there you sat on all fours in front of him, leashed up like a dog. He lifted one of his feet and put it against your head. "I really shouldn't have shown you to be this witty." He continued, pulling on the leash a little harder while his foot held your head in place. The blindfold that was being used as a makeshift collar was starting to choke you, feeling the familiar tingling in your limbs once again from the lack of air.

"And you... Are just a twisted... Bastard." You managed to choke out, gasping slightly for air as he spoke. "Your relentless... It's a shame you're putting it to use in the wrong place, whore." He said, leaning forward as he removed his foot from your face, cutting some slack on the rope as you gasped for air. Before you could even mutter out something else, he reached into one of his trench coats pockets, pulling out a metal object. At first you weren't sure what it was until he flipped it, a butterfly knife resting in his hand.

Your eyes widened and your body froze once again, just like earlier when he had the gun. Fear started to settle, on all fours and on a leash, the heat pooling in the bottom of your stomach and now fear added to the equation, a similar mix to the earlier's events. He brought the dull part of the knife up against your throat, letting the cold metal touch your skin.

"it's so amusing to watch you change your attitude every time your life is on the line. You become such a good slut when you're scared." He said, adding pressure. It wasn't the sharp end of the knife but it was still pressing into your throat in a way that made your heart beat harder and harder in your chest, your breath strained. Even when you tried to swallow, it was almost as if you were trying to be careful. He moved the blade, dragging it down your neck except this time he was purposely letting the tip drag, not putting enough pressure to create cuts but enough to leave a threat-a threat that if he did decide to put pressure, you'd get cut.

"I want you to beg. I want you to beg for me to not cut you, to not leave scars all over you with this knife. And I want you to apologize for your attitude." He said in a commanding voice, his order coming out just as he paused the knife right over your artery, the tip of it still poking at your skin without cutting it. Your breath got stuck in your throat for a second. Why was this turning you on? Why was it that both times he was threatening your life it was turning you on? You are really starting to question your own sanity at this point.

"please -" you started to say, taking a sharp inhale in while also trying to be careful to not move your neck an inch. His knife started to drag down again. "Please- don't cut me. Please-" you said, your voice bordering a whimper as you spoke. He dragged the tip near your shoulder, feeling it the whole time. "And?" He pressured on, turning the knife so that the blade was towards your shoulder now-just gently resting against it without applying any pressure. It was right beside a bite mark he had left.

"I-Im sorry-... I'm sorry for my attitude-" you said in a stammer that was half whimpered- fear still bubbling inside of you along with arousal. "Please -" you added on again, trying to keep your breathing light despite it all. "And tell me, you disgusting whore, how turned on are you right now?" He asked again, feeling the blade ghosting above your skin as he moved it again, his movement was extremely precise as to not apply any pressure that could cut the skin. Your breath was shaky, fighting off a whimper that was building in your throat.

You didn't want to give him the satisfaction of knowing, but you knew that if you didn't talk the knife would start cutting. You took a shaky breath. "Very." You said quietly. The blade went back up against your throat, this time the sharp end was against it. He applied light pressure, enough for the presence to be felt but not enough for it to cut once more. "Louder. And say it properly, stupid bitch." He said, his tone commanding.

"I am... Very turned on-" you spoke a bit louder, your voice coming out as a shaky whimper as you spoke. The answer seemed to satisfy him, lowering the knife before flipping it back closed, putting it back in his pocket. "Turn around." He commanded again-one of his feet already pushing against your arm to force you to turn. He had given just enough loose on the rope to allow you to turn around while still being on all fours, the blindfold turning to adjust around your neck as a collar would. The moment that your rear was facing him, he put a foot between your shoulder blades and pushed you down, a grunt coming out of your mouth from the forceful push.

Your chest was flat on the ground, your rear end was up. He was still holding the rope, holding it with just enough tension to cut off some air flow but not fully, making your breathing ragged. The heat that had pooled at your core was still there, your face flushed now that he could see everything. He could see exactly how it turned on you had gotten.

He hummed out-removing his foot from your back. "Stay like you are, dog." He said, relieving some tension on the rope for just a brief moment. This time he had removed his hat, reaching down to place it on the back of your head-so if you tried to turn around the only thing you'd see is the brim of the hat. Since the blindfold was currently being used, this was the best he could do for the time he needed to undress.

You once again heard him start to mess with his clothes, taking them off before his trench coat also ended around your shoulders, this time making sure no matter how much you moved your head around you wouldn't be able to see anything going on behind you. You let out a whimper, hands gripping onto the fabric of the trench coat, the only thing you could really grab.

"Good girl." He simply said before tugging on to the leash again, hard enough to lift your head a bit and choke you, but due to all the fabric around you and the hat you still wouldn't have been able to turn your head to see. You already knew he took off his mask since his voice was much clearer once again. You felt one of his bare hands feel around your thighs, pulling at the skin occasionally to look over the previous marks that were left.

"You know, just for having an attitude with me earlier... I think you still deserve a bit of punishment." He said, his sadistic voice still remaining as you still had a pit of fear in your stomach, not knowing what was coming next. But once again it wasn't just fear, the damn mix of excitement and arousal remained, and any question you had about what was about to happen got answered pretty fast.

You felt a sharp sting on your behind, the sound of a slap resonating in the relatively quiet room. You let out a choked moan, still being choked by the leash as he felt the sting, the slight burn from being slapped harshly on the ass. "You're going to count out loud just how many spankings you're getting." He ordered you, hearing some shuffling behind you. There was a small pause.

"I said you're going to count. I haven't heard you start counting yet." He repeated once again in that commanding, near sadistic voice. "One-" you choked out, still panthing as you had a bit of trouble breathing from the leash. His hand came down on you once again, another sharp sting and slight burn could be felt. "Two-"you whimpered out, gasping. It wasn't long until you were up to 10, tears In your eyes, your hands balling in fists around the fabric of his trench coat he had tossed around your shoulders.

Only then the leash finally loosen a bit, allowing you to breathe properly. Your mind was completely blank at this point, just a whimpering mess on the ground, on all fours in front of him, your wet cunt and red ass fully exposed to him. "You are such a whore. Taking all of this while just moaning and whimpering? You're such a twisted little slut it's almost disgusting." He said, practically mocking you. His hand started feeling up your thigh, smoothly sliding onto your red ass, feeling the heat of it from getting slapped multiple times. He let out a small chuckle-but his touch was gentle. He run a thumb over your skin, almost as if trying to massage it gently. It was such a stark contrast from just seconds earlier, a glimpse of relief in it all.

"say it. Say that you're a disgusting whore." He said-his touch still gentle on you despite the commanding voice, despite the slight sadistic hint in his voice. "I'm... I'm a disgusting whore-" you choked out, your voice a whimper at this point. Tears had ran down your cheeks, still catching your breath as you spoke. He let out of hum of satisfaction, shifting once again behind you.

There was another tug at the leash-making you gasp. You barely even had time to register anything going on, just like the first time he roughly thrusted into you. It just slid in on its own, with how wet you were, he didn't have any issues to just fuck you right there. Your voice had cracked so much at this point that the moans came out mostly in whimpers and gasps- the leash tugging at your neck and occasionally cutting your breathing only making it worse.

Your body was extremely tense, a warm knot already forming in your stomach. He was grunting, letting out a moan of his own as he kept thrusting roughly inside of you. "Such a pathetic whore, look at you being just a little whimpering mess." He said, his voice breathless as he spoke and continued his pace. At one point he finally let go of the leash and put both of his hands on your hips, practically pulling you forward to meet him mid thrust, making it much rougher on the receiving end.

"I'm... A good whore-" you whimpered out through the thrusts, barely catching your breath, still holding on to the trench coat as if your life depended on it. Your walls were tightening around him, you already know that you were on edge. "Oh you must definitely are a good whore, such a good fucking pathetic slut-" he groaned, one of his hands reaching under you a bit. His body was leaning just above yours, but his fingers going to meet your core once again.

He moved them at a rapid pace, almost purposely trying to overstimulate you immediately. You let out a cry; you couldn't even control yourself at this point. Your orgasm washed over you faster than you would have expected, your legs starting to shake quite a bit while you back arched, pressing your chest even more into the floor. You practically screamed his name despite your voice cracking, another flow of tears going down your cheeks.

"fuck, you're tight." He said, still thrusting roughly despite the fact you had already came. You knew he wouldn't stop until he was satisfied-only getting more and more overstimulated us he didn't stop rubbing your clit either. You were just a shaking mess under him, broken moans and cries coming out of you. He let out a sadistic chuckle, then a moan followed on.

His Pace finally started to slow down a bit, both of you just catching your breath before he pulled out. You stayed in your position despite how shaky you were getting and the pain that was building in your legs-hearing him move behind you. After a couple of seconds his hand, extremely gentle and careful with his touch, pushed you back down to the ground fully so that you were laying on your stomach. It allowed you to stretch your legs a bit and relax them. Your breath was still a bit rough and hiccuped-the tears from earlier were still there.

He took a few moments before removing the makeshift collar from your neck, it had left a red mark all around, complementing the bruising from the choking, the bites and the scratches. You truly looked ruined at this point. He didn't see your face because he didn't want to go in front of you-still unmasked and fully exposed, he didn't want his identity seen like this-but some of the tears that had run down your cheeks and onto your neck, he did feel them. His hands had paused after taking off the makeshift leash, now holding just the blindfold.

He was debating inside of him what to do next, letting out a sigh after a couple of moments. You felt the blindfold getting tied around your eyes once again, being unable to see once more. "Please - ... No more... I can't -" you started to whimper out, you truly wouldn't be able to handle another round at this point, your body was aching at how rough he had been- it truly was extremely pleasurable but also extremely demanding on your body. "I'm not going to do anything more. I just don't want you to see me." He said firmly, but his voice didn't have the commanding Edge or the sadistic hint to it anymore.

He picked up his clothes from around the room, sliding them on but not his mask quite yet. "I'm going to lift you up." He gave you a quick warning before crouching beside you, his hands gentle and careful as he snuck them under you, carefully lifting you from your position on the floor, laying on your stomach, and putting you onto the couch just behind you, on your back. You let out a whimper since your ass genuinely hurt from getting spanked-which he understood pretty fast.

"I know, I'm sorry, give me a moment."he simply said before you could hear him walking off to a different part of the office. You couldn't see him and you didn't know what he was doing-just feeling the pain in your rear end, trying to prop it up a bit. But your legs were aching quite a bit so it wasn't really helping. After a couple of seconds he came back, one of his hands going under the bottom of your back to lift you a bit-then you felt something cold.

You took a guess that he probably wrapped some ice in a towel-or something of the sorts. But the cold feeling was definitely welcome and much more comfortable. Then he finally got to cleaning you up, instead of using wet wipes this time he actually got a warm washcloth and was gentle the entire time. He understood that what he had done was much rougher, much harsher and he needed to be more gentle.

Once he was done with it all he slowly got you dressed-then gently cuffed you onto the couch. "I'm sorry, I do need to keep your handcuffed still until you're in the clear." He quickly apologized, but you were too tired to even complain about it at this point. The couch was very comfortable compared to the metal chair or the floor-so being handcuffed was just the least of your issues at the moment, completely exhausted.

He brought you over some water and help you drink it, going all out with the aftercare and even getting you something to eat that was light and easy. When he was certain he had done all he could, even putting a small blanket on you as you tried to relax your body, he finally took a small step back, his mask held in his hands. "Do you need anything else?" He asked you, even his tone had gone gentle now. "Thank you-" you managed to say, your voice was practically gone at this point so it was in a whisper.

He hummed, kneeling back down beside you. "I'll get you some honey and tea for your throat. Would you like that right now or do you want to rest?" He asked you, one of his hands gently resting onto your shoulder. "Later..." You practically whispered out, slightly shaking your head. He let out a small hum again. "Alright. You rest up-you deserved it." He said, lingering just a moment more. And after a few more moments he leaned in, placing a soft kiss on your forehead.

".... And you still don't have the decency to give me an actual kiss", you whispered out, once more not really able to talk properly due to your voice being gone. You heard Cypher let out an exasperated sigh; of course you would still have attitude after all of that. Of course. "You are insufferable." He huffed out, and once more you were quick to reply. "That's your own fault." And he couldn't disagree-he was the one to make you like this before Kingdom got a hold on you.

He just leaned in, his lips meeting yours for a proper kiss once more. It lasted longer than the first, gentler and not as rushed. When he pulled away, this time you were actually considering asking him for another one- and it also somewhat baffled you that he could be threatening your life while fucking you and then suddenly become much more gentle. It was a stark contrast-but you also knew you couldn't really comment on it considering your own contrast.... Being witty, sarcastic and unapologetic, reduced to a whimpering brainless mess that enjoys the most twisted things- and it seemed the two of you had that in common.

Another kiss was placed on your lips, surprising you a bit but trying to savor it nevertheless. This time when he pulled away you heard him slide back on his mask, adjusting it briefly before his gloved hands made their way back towards the blindfold, gently untying it. You blinked a few times, taking in your surroundings. He stood above you for a moment, the blindfold in hand-but then reaching down to the blanket to pull it up a bit higher. "Just rest. I'll bring you the tea and honey when you wake up." He said once more, heading back to his desk to continue sorting the files on the hard drive he had taken from you.

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sinning-23 · 1 year ago

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Twice The Fun Pt.2 (Zoro x Reader x Sanji)

WELCOME TO PT.2 you guys!!!! I know I left you on a cliff hanger uhhhh but I’m apologizing for it now lmao! The point from previously still stands! This an 18+ FANFIC SO MINORs gtfo. Uhhhh yep.

Warnings: Warnings: Tagteam, creampie, gagging, light choking, p in v, unprotected, degradation, teasing, praising, double penetration, squirting, multiple orgasms, threesome (good mf lord dude this is wild)

Anyway! Enjoy!

Ps. also….pls excuse any spelling errors. I swear I proofread my work lmao and the shit still gets away from me-

P.P.S if you're feeling the need for some mood music I suggest "All I need" by LLoyd. (you're welcome bby)

PART 1 HERE

You can’t help but thrash your legs a bit as you're drapped over Zoro’s shoulder, at this point, you have a perfect view of Sanji who is keeping a nice pace behind him.

"What is the meaning of this! Release me at once you heathen!" You taunt, gasping when Zoro lands a nice firm smack to you ass again.

"S-Sanji! You just gonna let him do that to me!" You yep, trying to guilt trip the blonde, but the only half smiled/smirked, and bent down just a smidge to met your eyes.

There is a blaze of desire you know all too well behind that blue. His tongue darts out for just a moment, his piercing peeking out so sligtly. It makes your stomach flutter.

"I do recall him saying you like that. I'll leave it to him. Besides, I think you need it when you thought you could just sneak around and fuck us both without us finding out." He explains, the color in your face dropping.

Ok so you like already KNEW but like the confirmation of it all was insane to you.

"I-I wait! I can explain!" You whimper, heart beating faster and faster the more you realized where you ere headed.

Your room.

You’d only ever really hooked up with them in their own rooms...but now they were about to absolutely MIX your shit in your own.

"Too late for that." Zoro chimes, pushing your door open and setting you a bit harshly onto your bed.

You bounce upwards and see Sanji close and locked the door. The tesnison is killing you now, the way the twoof them hover over your seated form. It as only a matter time until one of them told you to-

"Take it off." Sanji stated, less of a suggestion and more of an order.

Why were you so damn nervous?? They’d both seen you in far far less classy conditions and bare as the day you were born. You swallow, obeying and pulling offth little layers you did have. They watch you, one set of blue and one set of the darest brown, trace every fiber of your being as you pull your top off...and then your shorts.

"All of it." Zoro adds, the impatience in his voice growing.

"I-" You try to find the words but another sharp gaze shuts you up.

FUCk! There was no hiding the obvious wetness that had grown over the span of this little conversation. Might as well give themma show since they wanna act all high and mighty now.

You spread your legs, resting your body weight against your forearms as you push your chest forwards. You manage to shimmy out of your panties, letting them hang from just around your ankle for a moment before moving to let the straps of your bra slie off your shoulders.

"Y'know, you guys to act like you don't like each other, but you have soo much in common." You taunt, the bra now discarded as you lay before the two.

The obvious tightness of their pants was beginning to make you feel more and more in control. You slide off the bed, and make your way in front of them, your brain at war over who you should approach first.

"Like right now, I'd bet that both of you are begging that I choose you over the other."

You inch closer, now stationed between them, Zoro to your left, Sanji to your right, You hands travel up each leg, manicured fingers skillfully working away at two separate buttons and zippers.

Your mouth waters when your fingetips come in contact with it...

"I know you both too well. So easy to read. Even if you don't think you are."

Sanji if the first to buckle, a whine of satisfaction leaving his lips when you press down on his tip over the boxer a bit more firm than before. Though your hand works at Sanji, eventually pulling his length free, your eyes are focused on Zoro, the contact making his face heat up.

How could you looks so calm, as if you're not fisting the cook beside him. The answer is simple. You know him...too well. If there was anything Zoro loved, it was attention from you.

Even though Sanji was being touched, you were looking at him. focused on him. Gauging him. And that alone was enough to make him sigh openly, his arms crossed over his chest as if to fight the feeling you'd made wash over him. The room was definitely hotter now.

You pause for a moment, sliding your hand away from Sanji so that you could now touch Zoro with both. Easy to read. Though Sanji loved your hands, your throat was more to Zoro's liking. Your tongue lolled out of your mouth, the saliva there already making its way down to the tip of you tongue as you lick from base to head.

He shudders, bitting his fist as if to fight giving into you as easily as Sanji did. He knows what you're about to do and damn if it isn’t his favorite thing. Once you made it to his tip, you let your tongue fall just a little bit past your lower lip and bobbed your head. He's at the back of your throat now and your eyes are looking right at him, watery and eager to please.

"Fuck-"

They speak it at the same time and it almost blends together.

"I didn't know she could do that," Sanji admits, pumping slowly as you continue to suck Zoro for all he's worth.

He can’t help but let his hand travel to your scalp, his grip becoming tighter when you gag a bit, saliva falling down your chin, to the valley of your chest. You always were so sloppy when you did this. Sanji groans at the sight.

"Wanna try what we practiced?" Zoro asks, feeling a bit cocky at the fact that he got something Sanji didn't.

You nod, trying your best to relax your throat as Zoro trust forward , essentially fucking your face. Your hands first clench at your sided but soon find themselves resting against his thighs. Up unto this point, Zoro had been training your throat to take every last inch of him and as of right now, practice was showing to make perfect.

"Thatssss fuckin it. Taking me down your throat like that." Zoro praises, loving how the tears rolled down you melenated cheeks.

You tapped his thigh, and he was quick to let you go, being sure to let you breathe. You gasp, saliva connecting your as your eyes scream nothing but desire.

"S-Sanji." You huff, rolling your head to the side as if to beckon him closer.

He swallows, face red after seeing you take a little more then 7 inches. You shift, now bent at the waist, still facing Zoro, but on display for Sanji to see. And fuck was it a vision. Your dripping down you thighs now, your lips wet as you try your best to spread for him.

The blonde now had his hands at your waist, caressing the plush of your sides and hips. He noted how pretty your arch looked and the way you were eager to press against him.

"Si mouillé déjà chérie?" Sanji chuckles, sliding his ring up your folds, making you whine.

"S-Stop Sanji please just fuck me." You beg, steadying yourself against Zoro, who was currently caressing your jaw as if to prep it for the stretch again.

"You heard her waiter. I’m sure she doesn’t like waiting." Zoro quips, making Sanji narrow his eyes.

"Oh I know, but tha just makes this pretty pussy's reaction that much better. You’re not the only one that's gonna be surprised by what she can do." He snaps back, pushing two fingers into you, the cold metal making you moan this time. The wet squelch of his fingers is becoming louder and louder.

Now it was Sanji's turn to be cocky. Yeah sure Zoro had fucked this pussy just as much as he had...but had he gotten it to squirt as much as Sanji could? Not likely.

His r speed up, your legs buckling as you feel yourself about to snap. And after the first few drips, Sanji curled his fingers up and pulled out, sliding over your clit with a quickness.

“F-Fuck! Sanji!” You moan, your juices sliding down your thighs, onto the floor below you, and no doubt onto tbe blonde behind you.

All the while, you gripped Zoro’s thighs, fighting the urge to scream. All he could do was watch as you came undone, the sound of you squirting alone making him harder if that was even possible.

Sanji chuckles darkly, not letting up as he decided to slide into your walls, the feeling pulling gasps from the both of you. And as your mouth opened, it was full, Zoro taking the chance to claim your throat again. It’s almost too much, being filled from both ends was so much more stimulating than you thought.

One part of you was so focused on his Sanji curved into you, hitting every spongy spot he could. The other was wanting nothing but for Zoro to finally cum down your throat.

And oh god the sounds. It’s absolutely filthy, you squelching and choking mixed with the grunts of two competing and two men just as sexually inclined as you were. It’s making your head fuzzy and your pussy flutter. And damn can Sanji tell.

“Shit, squeezing, you feel so damn good.” Sanji vocalized, gripping your hips harder now.

Zoro smirks, caressing your scalp and jawline as he thrust to the back of your throat.

“Atta girl. Keep looking up just like that.” Zoro coaxes, your eyes watery.

He lets you breathe for a moment and you find it a bit difficult to when your breaths come in and out as moans when Sanji is absolutely wrecking your shit. You snap again, Sanji pulling out, smacking his tip over your folds when you squirt again.

“Like a fuckin faucet. Can’t even stay in you, you’re so wet.” Sanji hisses, the squelching of his sliding in and out of you echoing.

Zoro releases you and all tbat comes out is a strangled moan as Sanji grips your hips.

“F-Fuck, fuck, fuck! Sanji!” You whimper, gasping when Zoro forced your gaze upwards to look at him.

“You forgetting about me? Don’t tell me that cook is fucking you better than me?”

Sanji laughs at the statement, pulling out of you again, only to have Zoro change your positions completely.

It’s only a little awkward considering your senses feel so fuzzy. Sanji is beneath tou, your back against his chest and Zoro’s managed to hold your legs up, one hand under each knee.

“Wait are you- fffuck!” You moan, Sanjis hand coming to hold your throat as he slides in, And right after Zoro doing the same.

The feeling was new. So full at once and it only got better when they moved. You couldn’t help the way your body jerked with each thrust and now with your mouth free all you could do was moan, whine, and beg for more.

Zoro’s thumb finds your clit just to make, slow, calculated circles. You’re wrecked, ducked dumb almost and all you can do if warm them before you cum.

“C’mon baby cum for us.” Sanji encouraged, his lips pressing to your shoulder as you squeeze whatever you could find to hold as your orgasm wrecks you.

It doesn’t take long for Zoro’s hips to stutter, his forehead resting against yours.

“Where?” He asks, the question coming out strained as he struggles to keep from release.

“Won’t last much longer, let us know where honey.” Sanji warns.

You can’t help but be greedy, the impulsive answer slipping from your lips before you could stop it.

It’s not long before you’re filled, and you’d never head a prettier sound when Sanji hums into your shoulder, just shy of a whimper. And you’d never felt more loved and secure when Zoro cups your cheek, his lips finally finding yours when he cums, you’re lips swallowing up any souls he lets slip.

It’s calm now. The sound of waves hitting the ship lull you into a daze almost, and as full as you’re were, you’re empty when Zoro pulls out with a grunt, a swear falling past his kiss swollen lips.

Sanji swears the same when he does the same and before you could question it, you realize just how much of their cum is leaking out of you at the moment.

“Well don’t just stand there, get a towel!” Sanji scoffs, massaging your shoulders and hips, knowing the positions you’d been in could be a bit wearing on your body.

“I’m going to, calm down.” Zoro shoots back, eventually retrieving a warm rag to clean you up.

5 star aftercare. The two had managed to work together seemingly well to make sure you were taken care of and there was no shortage of kisses and featherlight caresses. Your body was definitely spent, knees weak, muscles still tight from the exertion.

Sanji slipped one of your more comfortable t-shirts over your body and Zoro slipped a pair of socks on for you. There was little to no conversation, the three of you still trying to process what just occurred. Only did you speak when both of them had turned toward your door.

“You’re leaving...” You state, the sinking in your chest feeling heavier by the second.

“This was a one time thing right?” Zoro asks, looking to Sanji for confirmation.

The blonde only shrugs.

“What no? I want you both…” You shoot back as if it were obvious.

Sanji doves his hands in his pockets, searching for a cigarette for a moment before finally finding it. You can’t help but look between the two of them for some kind of answer. Part of you feels a bit silly for assuming they just share you but if you knew anything, and you had said it before, they were more alike than they would ever admit.

Sharing wasn’t something in their vocabulary when it came to you.

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Authors Note: OKAYYYY How’re we feeling YALL! Bet you weren’t expecting that ensuing huh?! Lmao got just a PINCH angsty lol, y/n can’t get everything she wants womp womp.

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pandora-writes-one-piece · 10 months ago

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The Warrior's Wrath - Part 1

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Word Count: 6644

Tags: Medieval Scotland AU; Highlander Kid; Blurry non-con; Angst without happy ending; Fluff and angst; have I mentioned ANGST? soft Kid; feral Kid; Blood and gore; Killer might have a crush on reader (didn’t notice I did this until I was editing); MDNI!!! 🔞

Special Warning: English is not my first language, I apologise for any possible spelling or grammar mistakes.

Summary: You and Kid, the fiercest worry of your village, get married and happiness is just within your reach. Until Blackbeard, the laird, comes to claim prima nocta and takes you. Somehow, you are able to placate Kid’s anger before you go, yet, when you return filled with marks and bruises, Kid can no longer be controlled.

Notes: Highlander Kid lives rent free in my head and I can’t help it. This one got away from me, though. I meant it to be around 5 or 6k words, it turned out to be almost 13k. Historical note, there’s no concrete historical evidence to support the existence of prima nocte, but this story was heavily inspired by Braveheart - God, I love this movie. I do hope you enjoy it! I’m so sorry for breaking your heart again. I thrive on angst!

PS: Decided to compromise and split this into two parts but posted at the same time!

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|Part 2|

The forest whizzed past you as you raced, your heart thumping loudly against your aching chest, blood flowing so fast and so hard that you could feel it rushing through your ears. Small, insignificant cuts from sharp branches marked your face and forearms, but you did not let that slow you down.

You were being chased.

You could hear heavy footsteps approaching fast. Faster than any man of his size should possibly be able to run. Branches cracked loudly under the weight of his heavy feet and you could almost feel the vibration from his growls and grunts.

There was no use in hiding. Running was your only option. Yet, you were growing tired, and careless.

Tripping on a tree root made you tumble and roll over twice before you stopped with a whine and a wince. Your head spun for a moment and the greens of the leaves mixed with the grey of the sky and the whites of the wisps of fog. Other than a bloodied lip and a bruised knee, you were fine, so you quickly got to your feet, ready to start racing again.

You barely took a step forward before a large hand, almost the size of your head, wrapped around your neck and pushed you with your back against the tree. A muffled yelp escaped your lips as your back collided with the harsh bark of the birch tree and you were pretty sure the white of the bark would be stained with your blood.

“Caught ya, lass.” He growled, red lips curling back to reveal a terrifying grin that turned your knees to jelly. “Almost outdid me this time.” A thin line of sweat coated his hairline, turning the red of his flaming hair into a darker shade.

Your own lips curled back and you could taste blood on them from your fall. “I don't think I'm getting faster, it's you who are getting slower and sloppier. Maybe you should stop eating so much pottage.”

His laughter came out in a hearty roar as he threw his head back, shoulders heaving and fingers loosening around your neck. You took the opportunity to elbow him in the side of his belly and escape from under his arm with a quick movement.

Yet he reacted quickly and spun, lacing his arm around your waist and holding your back against his broad chest. “Clever lass.” He snarled against your ear, hot breath bristling all the hairs on your body. “Not fast enough, though.” With another grunt he pushed you back against the tree, chest bumping against the trunk, this time and, using his weight to keep you in place, his one hand wrestled with lifting up your dress.

His thick fingers found you already wet and wanting, slick dripping on your thighs, and he growled against your nape, teeth nipping your flesh and leaving pinkish indents behind. “This wet already? The run’s got ya hot and bothered, lass?”

You hummed as an answer as your digits found purchase against the tree, reading yourself for what was coming, heat already pooling and gathering in your belly, your core throbbing with desire.

He pushed a finger inside you and pressed. A small moan left your parted lips and he inserted another one. The thickness of his fingers made you feel stuffed and full and you mewled, eyes rolling back and your nails sunk into the bark. “More.” Arching your back and sticking out your butt, you whined, knowing he wouldn't resist your begging.

Sharp teeth sank on your shoulder as your head snapped back against his chest and he inserted a third finger, making you roll your hips and open your mouth. “Kid!”

“Beg, lass. Beg for me.” The vibrato of his low voice made you throb and pant, heart racing in an unholy rhythm, eyes already trembling and starting to see white.

“Please, please, Kid.”

“Please what, lass?” Yet you didn't know what you wanted. Release from his fingers, or to feel his big, veiny cock inside of you?

“Please!” You just begged, hoping he would read you and realise what you wanted, because your thoughts were already mush and you were lost in a high of pleasure. And he didn't disappoint you. Rolling his slicked fingers against your clit sent you over and you gasped as a deep crescendo of moans followed it. Kid did not wait for you to come down as he lifted his kilt and sunk his length into you, bottoming out immediately.

Your moan turned into a sharp cry as he joined you and he shoved his fingers in your mouth. “Hush, lass. Ya never know what is lurking in these woods. Now, lick my fingers until they're clean.”

You mewled and hummed as your hot tongue sucked and licked around his thick fingers, tasting yourself and finding the gesture so deeply arousing that you rolled your hips against him, which earned you a harsh bite on the back of the neck.

“Steady, lass. Ya can't move until ya lick every drop.” He meant it and you knew it. You could feel his cock throbbing inside you, his chest muscles taut against your back, rippling and coiling, ready to thrust and pound. But where he was short tempered with mundane affairs, with sex he was as patient as it got. He could wear you as a cocksleeve for as long as he wanted and he knew you would break first. Whining, begging and crying for him to move. So you did your best to lick every single drop of your juices from his digits.

“That's a good lass.” He murmured appreciatively against your ear, his hand wrapping your jaw and turning your face back to meet his lips in an open-mouthed kiss. Tongue sweeping the blood on your lips with the hunger of a starved man before his hand descended, gripping your breast firmly, then wrapped around your stomach and he finally started to move.

A single thrust got you moaning into his mouth, nails scraping against the bark of the tree, limbs writhing as you tried to ground yourself. He pulled back, almost all the way out and pounded harder this time. Parting your lips, you filled the air with a cry followed by his name, cunt throbbing against his cock, your release just within grasp.

“Harder.” You barely articulated, eyes shut and hand dropping low, finding your needy nub and pressing hard. “Kid!”

“Yar a desperate lil’ lass aren't ya?” His growls and grunts vibrating against your skin told you he was almost coming. His hand pressed against your stomach, pushing into his bulge and you panted and moaned, a litany or a prayer to gods both known and unknown leaving your open lips. Arms hugging the tree for support as Kid pounded relentlessly. Sloppy, uneven pounds, as he was on the brink of filling you up. “Tell me how desperate ya are?”

But you couldn't tell him, because his next deep thrust sent you on a spiral and you lost touch with reality, falling into the throes of pleasure. Eyes flashing white and legs trembling. Kid followed you right behind, spilling his seed and filling your insides, both of you left panting and gasping for air.

He pulled out with a grunt and you whined from feeling empty all of a sudden, knees falling down into the damp earth, chest still heaving. Kid sat down next to you, his hand cradled your cheek as he laid a sweet kiss upon your bruised lips. He moved softly now, a gentle caress with his tongue before parting, leaving his forehead connected to yours for a moment, until you were both breathing in tandem, small smiles of bliss on your mouths.

“Marry me, lass.” He asked for what felt like the hundredth time.

“We've been through this, Kid.”

“I want to make ya an honest woman.” He pulled back to stare into your eyes and you could see the hints of mischievousness in his orange gaze.

“That's not possible anymore, I'm afraid.” A chuckle left your lips and you dragged your fingers through his flaming red hair.

“I still want to marry ya. Do ya want a band? I can make ya a ring out of anything!” You kept chuckling as he started to count with his fingers: “Gold is harder to get, but I can get tin, or bronze. Maybe wood? I can craft something with resin, a flower in the middle. I know ya like primroses.”

Pressing your lips against his as you climbed his legs and straddled his lap managed to shut him up effectively.

“Aye.” A blush accompanied your whisper as you parted your lips.

“Aye? To the band? Which one?” He asked as he adjusted himself with your entry, already hard and ready to go again.

“Aye to the marriage, you fool.”

-*-

The village had been restless for a few weeks. The clan's laird had died and the son had inherited the title. Not everyone on the council agreed to have the infamous Blackbeard Teach as the new laird, but he had threatened to get the votes and secured the position.

He raised the feudal dues immediately.

However, your marriage was happening and you could not be happier. Kid had been courting you in his gruff way for a while. Leaving handmade trinkets on your door: little wooden figurines of animals and flowers; grunting and acting jealous at whatever man dared touch you in a more intimate manner at the village dances and festivities; wanting to lay his claim on you, but knowing he had no right because you hadn't yet expressed your desire for him.

Until you did. Until you pulled him by the hand to a secluded location during a bonfire dance, and you gave yourself to him for the first time.

And every time moving forward, he had asked you to be his wife. You thought he had only done that because he felt guilty about deflowering you. Turned out it wasn't the case at all. Kid, the fiercest warrior of your village was in love with you. And that thought filled you with happiness.

Thinking back, you don't quite know why you kept telling him no. Maybe you wanted him to fight for you? Or maybe you wanted to be sure of his feelings towards you? Whatever it was, it is a feeling of the past. You were deeply, madly, desperately in love with Eustass Kid.

And both your smiles said it all.

-*-

The day had dawned like many others in the unforgiving Highlands. Dense and thick wisps of fog hovered over the mountains, little droplets of dew freshening your face, forcing you to wake up. But the dim sunlight appeared shyly behind the mist and you were positive the sun would grace your wedding day.

Your best dress was not new, but it was not muddied or torn and the dark green paired perfectly with the red of your soon-to-be husband's hair. Your friend, Quincy made you a headdress of flowers: white heather and clovers for good luck, primroses and daisies because they were your favourite flowers, meadowsweet to fill in the gaps and finely woven into the headdress, ropes of ivy to symbolise fidelity and eternity.

You couldn't stop smiling.

There was a makeshift altar draped with a cloth and adorned with garlands of ivy and wildflowers, set in the centre of the sacred stone circle in the forest. Kid and the druid of your community were already gathered at the front. Friends and family sat on rocks and on the ground to witness your union. Your eyes filled with tenderness when you reached Kid’s side. He seemed anxious and you had never seen such a distraught expression on his face before. Your smile helped, though, and he relaxed with a low grunt.

After a few words to call upon the old gods, the druid tied a cord of woven wool around both of your hands. The soft sound of the piper filled the air, lending the words of the druid a sense of serenity and etherealness, blessing your union with love. When both your hands were bound Kid looked you in the eyes, his imposing figure standing much taller than your own and he said his vows.

“I pledge my heart to you,” your name came out with a raspy sound and he cleared his throat to continue. “To share in your dreams and to walk beside you through all the paths of life.”

Squeezing his hand, you took a deep, shaky breath. “I pledge my heart to you, Eustass Kid, to share in your joys and to stand by you through all the challenges we face.”

The druid continued to interlace your hands with the wool in an intricate figure-of-eight to symbolise infinity. His lips chanted a beautiful melody, a litany to the old gods.

Kid’s lip shook slightly. “I, Eustass Kid, take you as my partner for life. By the earth that sustains us and the sky that watches over us, I promise to honour and protect you, always.”

Visibly emotional, you said your name and continued. “I take you as my partner for life. By the fire that warms us and the water that cleanses us, I promise to cherish and stand by you, always.”

You shared ale, drunk from the quaich cup, to represent your joining of families, Kid placed the wood and resin band on your finger, pulling a sweet laugh from your lips, and the druid continued.

“By the power vested in me by ancient traditions, I pronounce you husband and wife. May your love be as enduring as the mountains, as deep as the lochs and as eternal as the stars. You may share your first kiss as a wedded couple. May your journey be blessed with joy.”

The piper started a happy jig, the crowd cheered loudly, Killer, Kid's best friend proclaimed loudly that he was very proud of his found brother because he had no faith in him memorising his vows and he had proved him wrong.

You and Kid pressed your lips together in a slow, tender kiss, as he wrapped his arm around you and lifted you easily, so he didn't have to bend down to deepen the kiss. The kiss broke but your foreheads pressed together. “You and me, Kid.”

“Me and ya, lass.”

“I love you forever…” You started.

“And always.” He finished.

These vows were meant only for your ears. They were private, personal and meant everything.

-*-

The party had been moved to the village where tables of food and ale had been set up. Children ran around, screaming and laughing, chasing Heat, one of Kid's closest friends, who laced a garland of ivy around his hair for them to try and grab. Yet every time one of the children came close, Heat jumped and they squealed in pleasure and mirth.

The piper had been joined by a fiddler, a drummer and a flautist, performing jigs and ballads for everyone's enjoyment. Now and then, a friend joined them to sing a few songs. You and Kid spent your time receiving the well-wishes of your friends and dancing.

Killer had pulled you into a lively reel, the drummer banging the stretched sheep skin with vigour, making you bounce and laugh as sweat poured from your temples. Your legs nearly gave out from the laughter and exertion and he had to pull you up by the arms to keep you from falling to the ground. Kid appeared to save you and you laughed harder as Killer grabbed Kid's hands and started to dance the reel with him.

It was the happiest day of your life.

Before the song ended, however, the sound of a loud trumpet being played - a small fanfare to gather attention - made everyone present turn towards the sound. A retinue of horses with guards came marching down the hill. Blackbeard, the laird, travelling in the middle, using a horse as black as night, a mighty stallion with an imposing trot.

“What does he want?” Killer muttered to Kid, who had turned his grin into a grimace the moment the fanfare started to play. Heat and Wire ran to their side, passing them their weapons and you stiffened.

“Your axe, Kid, really?”

Kid grumbled and pushed you behind him in a protective stance.

“My, my, my. A wedding!” Blackbeard grinned and clapped his hands while looking around. “Beannaichte ur pòsadh. Blessed be your marriage.” The people of the community whispered and stared, an uneasiness in the air that you couldn't quite place, though it was clear that the new laird was disliked and if it was clear to you, it was crystal-clear to him.

“You're the groom?” He nodded towards Kid as his men scattered around the people in an imposing manner. The scowls on Kid’s face and those of his men deepened.

“Aye.” Kid's dark red kilt was secured with wildflowers - primroses - so it was easy to tell.

“May I meet the lovely bride?” The saccharine sweetness of his voice almost made you nauseous and Kid grunted, opening his mouth to bark a resounding no, but you didn't want him to cause any trouble, so you stepped from behind him.

“Good to meet you, my laird.” You said, meeting his dark gaze. Kid's arm pulled you to him as his fingers pressed into your skin possessively.

Blackbeard hummed appreciatively as his eyes raked over your body and Kid growled. “Well, I have come to let you all know that there is a new marriage fee you must pay your clan chieftain - me - and it is effective immediately.” He barked a ridiculous amount at Kid and you gasped.

“We don't have that kind of money! Nor do we have goods to cover it.”

“We just paid yer raised fees, not two days ago! There's not enough time to make more money yet.” Kid said while your friends and family agreed.

The laird’s laughter started low. A rumble coming from his belly and then emerging in waves from his mouth, leaving spit on his coarse beard.

“That's your problem, lads.” He cackled as Kid’s hand gripped the axe’s handle and you gasped, lacing your arm in his, trying to prevent him from acting irrationally. “Yet, I am merciful and lenient. I am willing to forget the fees, this time.”

You sighed in relief, a tired smile forming on your lips, but Kid sensed something was wrong as he became as stiff as a board.

“I will instead reinstate my right to prima nocta - first night - with your lovely bride, here.” Your breath caught in your throat, a shiver raising the hairs on your body. There was a lightness in your head that almost made you dizzy, yet you had no time to worry about yourself as Kid was already readying his battle axe, fire burning in his eyes.

“No, no! Kid, stop! Kill, help!” You turned to Killer, who grabbed his arm to hold him back, and then Heat placed another arm on Kid’s chest to stop him from advancing.

The laird’s rumbling laugh had turned into a taunting cackle. “Why are you so angry, young lad? It's just one night. She will be all yours again tomorrow. I'll just have her this once.”

Why was he taunting Kid?

“Kid, look at me!” You pleaded, arms stretched so you could hold his face, trying to get him to look at you, but he was undeterred.

“Like fuck ya will! Over my dead body and burned bones! And even then, I'll haunt yer arse!” Kid’s voice was dangerously low, a vicious snarl in his tone as he kept pacing, dragging both Killer and Heat, his muscles flexing and veins popping.

“Stop, Kid, stop!” You urged as the laird’s men dismounted their horses and you knew that if Kid attacked him, he would be killed for treason.

“Wire!” Killer called and the tallest of Kid's friends wrapped his elbow around Kid's neck and pulled hard, slowing his approach.

“Impressive display. Lass, come.” Blackbeard said as his men approached you and Kid roared, Killer being dragged as he tried to raise his axe.

“Wait!” You screamed, shoving one of the guards and placing yourself in front of Kid, your eyes brimming with unshed tears. At this moment you were fearful for him and for what he would do, not for what awaited you. “Kid, Kid!” You urged. “My love…”

Your sob made his gaze waver and he stopped, looking down at your figure, his face distorted with rage and pain.

“Let him go.” You whispered to his friends and they heeded you, though they stood close, apprehension written on their faces. Clutching the strap of his kilt and pulling him down, your fingers dug into his chest.

“Kid… I'll be alright. I promise. I'm strong. It's okay.” You kept trying to pull his face to you, but his eyes kept darting towards the laird and flashing with anger. “Hold me, please.” Another sob left your parted lips and, with a heavy sigh and a grunt, Kid dropped his axe, his arm enveloping you and lifting you up.

Pressing your foreheads together, you cupped his face in your hands. “It's you and me, Kid.”

He shook his head. “No, no. I won't let this happen! He can't do this, I'll have his head on a spike!” His roar made his chest tremble and you settled one of your hands above his heart.

“This is happening, Kid. We can't do anything to stop it.”

“I can slice him in two!” He spat the angry words between his teeth.

“You won't. I won't lose you. It's just one night. I’ve got this.” Kid continued to grumble and you could sense rage and anger spewing out of him in hot waves. “You will not think about me tonight. You can't do that.”

His pained wail told you that it was exactly what he was thinking about. About another man's hands on you, another man's lips. And you knew how jealous and possessive he could be and how this would drive him insane. So you pressed your lips against his, tethering him back to reality, to you.

“It's you and me, Kid.”

He shook his head, eyes squeezed shut, his hand gripping your waist so hard that you knew he would leave marks and bruises.

“Kid… say it. It's you and me!” You whined, tears streaming down your face.

“It… It’s me and ya, lass…”

His voice was barely audible, but you took whatever he gave you.

“I love you forever…”

Kid's silence nearly broke you as you saw him stifle a sob. You could sense him tensing his muscles to stop from heaving and you knew for sure that once you left he would be breaking a lot of things.

“Kid…”

“And always…” He finished.

You nodded, shaking your head to drive away the wetness of your tears. Then you circled your arms around his neck, losing yourself in his kiss, turning sorrow into promises of a brighter tomorrow and the beginning of your lives together, with the possibility of leaving this hindrance behind.

He set you down again, and without taking your eyes off his gaze, you made a plea. “Kill, Heat, Wire, please, please, don't let him do anything rash.” The snarl that left Kid's mouth was a warning. Either to the laird and his men, or to his own men. He should be left alone for the remainder of the night.

Inhaling deeply you gave him another peck on the lips and turned to walk away from him. But his hand grasped your wrist firmly, fingers clenching, tighter and tighter in a fierce grip. He did not want to let you go. You knew deep down that this man, your husband, would rather die than let you go. “Kid,” you pleaded. “I want to have a life with you, you cannot get yourself killed today. I vowed my lifetime to you. You vowed the same. Fulfil it.”

Lacing your tone with authority you did not have and courage you did not possess, you hoped that tugging at his heartstrings could do the trick.

Your wrist hung loosely after he opened his hand and you walked towards the laird’s horse, without sharing another glance with your husband, for you knew if you looked into those raging orange eyes, you would not be able to leave him behind, and he would die protecting you.

A guard hoisted you onto his horse and, as you were leaving the village, your heart ached with the rage-filled roar that filled the air, turning sleeping birds into a frenzy and shaking the very leaves of the trees.

-*-

You were intent on distancing yourself from the moment when the laird took you. You focused on your wedding, on your husband, on the moments you shared with Kid and on your future. Especially your future.

How cute would it be if there were a tiny baby with flaming red hair on your husband's very large shoulders? Or a beautiful little girl, swearing as loudly as Kid, but as beautiful as you?

These were the thoughts you meant to focus on when the time arrived. And this anticipation was driving you crazy. The laird had sent you dinner but you barely ate. You just wanted to get this over with. So you could go back to Kid.

How broken he must be feeling now. You could barely imagine his hurt and pain.

Suddenly the door to the chamber they had placed you in opened and Blackbeard came forward, clad in only a linen tunic, his sickly grin in place, sending shivers down your spine.

“Ah, there you are lass.”

Gritting your teeth you held back a snarky reply. Where else were you supposed to be if not here? Perhaps by your husband's side, as you were meant to be?

He sat on the bed and patted the place next to him softly, but you stayed near the window, where you had been staring before he arrived. You wondered if Kid was watching the same sky as you or if he was simply staring at the bottom of a mug, ale filling his belly.

“Sit, lass.” He commanded. You had the urge to ignore his order, to rebel against him as you and Kid could not in the village. Yet, you didn't want to make things harder on yourself, so you took two strides and sat further from him than he intended.

“You are a very pretty little thing.” approaching, he placed his stumpy fingers on your leg. The laird started to crumple the dress in them, making it ride up, and you closed your eyes. It was about to start. You prayed to the old gods and the new that he would be fast and get this over with. So you could go home.

To your home.

To Kid.

Thinking about your husband brought out a sob and a heave and you could barely contain the tears gathering in the corners of your eyes. You could bet he was feeling devastated by now, just willing the night to pass so he could see you again.

The laird misinterpreted your tears. He chuckled softly and started to coo at you, his heavy hand tracing circles on your back in what was meant to be a soothing motion. “Hush, little lass, all is well. I will be very gentle with you. A sweet little thing, being touched for the first time…”

You snorted as a mocking laugh escaped your lips without your permission. You were too consumed by your own pain to stop it and now it was too late.

“Something funny?” The soothing motions stopped abruptly. Yes, something was funny. Touched for the first time? Gentle? You just wanted to cackle in his face like a wild banshee.

“No, my laird.” You said humbly, though, but he didn't buy your innocent act.

“You don't want me to be gentle? Or is it not your first time?” Your eyes remained fixed on the floor. There was a crack in it, a big one.

“Yes, my laird. I want you to be gentle.” You could not confess that it was your first time, as you would not bleed, and he would be able to tell.

“Yet it is not your first time? Little whore.” He grumbled as he pushed you by the shoulders and you fell onto the bed. “I'll give you something to play with, then.” His whole demeanour changed and you realised he had been excited by the fact that you were a virgin, now that he knew you were not, it seemed as if he was turned off.

He removed his tunic and barked at you to move to the centre of the bed, which you did. All the while repeating in your head that it would soon be over.

Soon.

“Take off your clothes, whore.” You started to undo the straps of your dress, but he did not have the patience to wait. He reached over and, with both hands, ripped your beautiful wedding dress to pieces.

“No! My dress!” You whined. You had meant to cherish it, perhaps pass it on to a child someday in the future. Yet now it was unsalvageable. He couldn't care less about your protests as he did the same to your chemise. The lump in your throat made it hurt and burn as you kept your sobs trapped, not willing to give him the satisfaction of your misery.

“Poor whore. I'll make you forget your dress and your husband!” He then removed his undergarments, revealing his hard cock for you to behold. This time you did not stop the cackle that bubbled up your throat. You felt hurt and dejected and could no longer contain your fiery nature.

“You'll have no chance to make me forget my husband with that tiny little thing, my laird.” The curl of your lip was quickly erased as he slapped your face with the back of his hand, making you gasp and taste blood from biting your tongue.

“You'll learn your manners, whore, and when I return you to your husband, you'll be a submissive little bitch. He'll thank me in the end.”

There went your chance to have this night pass by quickly. You had made the laird mad, and now you were going to pay dearly for it. You should've just kept your mouth shut. But you had to be stubborn and wild. All the qualities your husband loved about you.

This time you made no effort to hide the tears, though it was very hard to focus your thoughts elsewhere. The laird did not strike your face again, yet he left markings all over your body. Bruises, bites, scratches and even some cuts. It wasn't the pain that was making you cry. Not even when he took you by force after inflicting all that pain. It was the fact that you knew Kid would be devastated when he saw you. And you could not hide these bruises from him.

He would demand blood.

And you feared that his would be the one to be spilled.

-*-

The laird had spent the entire night with you. You were lucky he barely had the stamina to get his cock up twice, but he continued your physical abuse in other painful ways. You would be scarred. Mind and body, and he had made sure of that. Just because you couldn't keep your mouth shut and told him he had a small dick.

You had been dumped outside the keep with a tunic and your shredded clothes. No one took you back to the village so you were left to walk the distance that separated it. Luckily, it wasn't that far and you reached it before mid-morning. Your whole body ached and you craved to cleanse yourself by the lake, letting it soak and soothe in the icy-cold waters.

But you needed to go to Kid, first. And that thought was making you both miserable and excited.

You entered through the south side of the village, hoping to find Killer first - since he was usually stationed there - and you breathed a relieved sigh when you saw his golden mane in the distance.

“Kill!” You urged with a whisper. He, a trained warrior, heard you immediately and rushed to meet you.

“You're not on a horse? You came on foo-... What the fuck is that on your face?” His voice dropped dangerously low, and you flinched. If this was Killer's reaction to the bruise on your jaw, how would your husband react?

“Kill…” You urged again, your filthy hands grasping at his, fear in your gaze and desperate pleas leaving your mouth. “Kill, please I need your help. You need to sedate Kid. Use nightshade in his ale, or the red-capped mushroom. Kill! Please.”

“That's not the only bruise, is it?” You could practically sense the murderous vibes seething through his body. Of course he would guess why you wanted to sedate and placate Kid.

So you shook your head, confirming his fears.

“Fucker!” He growled and you flinched again, your nails still digging into his hands.

“Killer.” You begged, tears in your eyes and a grimace turning your lips down. “If he's reactive when he sees me… Kill, he'll want to hunt for blood. And the laird will kill him!” Sobs climbed up your throat in ragged breaths. “I can't lose him! I can't! I refuse.”

Killer sighed as he wrapped his strong arms around you and pulled you into his embrace, his face brushing against your hair. You winced at the touch because you were very sensitive due to some bruises, but it was comforting and you cried into his chest.

“I'll go do it.” Killer sighed and patted your hair softly. “We can sedate him as much as you want, but he's still going to kill the bastard. You can't sedate him forever.”

A glimmer of hard resolution made your eyes shine. “Just watch me, then.” Even if you had to spike every meal your husband had until his rage receded, you would do it. You would stop him from getting himself killed.

You just couldn't lose him.

-*-

Kill made good on his promise and after a while he came back saying that Kid was sleeping heavily on your shared bed. The bed you hadn't yet shared, actually.

You thanked Kill when he brought you a dress and decided, since Kid was fast asleep, to take a quick dip in the lake to scrub off most of the dirt and dried blood. Maybe the coolness of the lake would also help soothe some of the worst bruises.

It didn't.

Yet you were now cleaner and more presentable and Kid was probably still asleep, so you trekked home, trying to avoid most of the people because you simply didn't want to either answer questions or endure their pity. You made a quick stop by your garden, harvested a handful of yarrow and another of knitbone, and sped through the door.

As soon as you entered your home, you were overwhelmed by a sense of familiarity. You could hear Kid’s loud snores, his axe was by the mantle, your herbs and vegetables tucked neatly in the kitchen, and the musky scent of your husband’s sweat from the tunic draped across one of the chairs, almost brought tears to your eyes.

But you shook your head and with it the feelings too. You still had some things to do before Kid started to rouse and you had to get to it. Opening jars that were lined up perfectly across the mantle, you found the one you were looking for: honey. Then, quickly, you chopped the leaves from the knitbone and crushed the yarrow into a bowl and added the honey to create a sticky poultice which you applied to your bruises and cuts, hoping against all hope that it would accelerate the healing. Most of the bruises were covered by your dress, but there was nothing that could be done about the one on your face.

So, you covered the rest of the mixture for later use and went about staging your wonderful performance: you turned a chair upside down and broke a leg for good measure, then threw the wooden bowls and dishes to the floor to make a ruckus and break some, faking a loud wail and sprawling on the floor as if you had fallen from the chair.

Kid drowsily blinked his eyes as he stirred in bed. As soon as his foggy eyes fixed on yours, he rose, placed his hand on his forehead and slumped back down again.

“Lass! Fucking headache!” He cursed loudly as he shook his head, trying to regain his bearings. “Yar back! Fucking arse! I should not have drunk this much. For fuck’s sake.”

He finally got up as you hissed and pretended to be hurt in places where you knew you already had bruises, and when he knelt next to you, it was with a loud thump of his knees and a string of curses.

“Ya fell?” He asked as he looked you over, eyes still very glassed over as he blinked to try to regain his focus. You kept trying to turn your head so he couldn't see the bruise.

“I did. But I'm fine. I might bruise, though. It hurt.” You winced as you pressed your hands over your chest.

“What's this?” His palm pressed against the bruise on your face and you clenched your teeth at the small pressure.

“Oh, I hit my face on the floor.” You said with a shrug, setting your hand over his to reassure him.

“Lass, yar lying. This bruise is purple already. It wasn't made just now.”

His voice was laced with worry, anger, curiosity and a hint of protectiveness. So you needed to steer him away from it. Fast.

Wincing, you sat on his knees, legs apart as you took his face in your hands. Pressing your forehead against his, you smiled softly. “I missed you, my love. So, so much.”

He tried to stay angry at you, to keep the scowl on his face and you were sure he still wanted to press you about the bruise on your face. But it was a sigh that met your ears, a deep relieved sigh as his hand climbed from your waist to your neck. His fingers entwined with your hair as he pulled you to him in a kiss full of longing and yearning.

You ignored the pain in your bruised jaw as your lips parted to allow him entry. You brushed away the wince you meant to utter as Kid’s fingers tugged your hair a little harder, your scalp still too tender and sore from the laird’s rough handling.

But you could not ignore the way Kid's love and hunger were making your heart melt and heat pool in your abdomen. What you also couldn’t ignore, was the fact that he wanted you now. And that couldn’t happen because he would see all the bruises.

“My love,” You said, parting with the kiss. “I really hurt myself when I fell. I'm going to apply some poultice I was making to my knees and chest and we'll continue this later.” You pecked his nose with your lips and got up, leaving him no choice but to watch you go, a slight pout on his lips.

It was a great fortune that he was still heavily drugged and relaxed, or he would've noticed something wasn't right as you never refused him. He mumbled some annoyed words and lay back on your shared bed, restarting his snoring immediately.

You could do this. He would be fine. You would be fine. Everything would be fine.

|Part 2|

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