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Sinned Awakening pt. 21🩸

An AU Elvis fic

(Vampire!Elvis/Vampire Austin! Elvis × reader)

Character/Fandom: Elvis - Elvis (2022)

Prompt: Getting promoted to be Elvis full time housekeeper, you realize the man holds secrets beyond beliet and your undeniable attraction makes you tear the unknown. [Fem!Reader]

TW: Cussing, SMUTTT, mentions of blood/gore!!!

Rating: Explicit

Word Count: 7.1k

A/N: Hello everyone happy Sunday! Thanks for convincing me to keep writing! The support over this fic is amazing so thank you so so much! Exciting stuff is happening in this part and really hope you enjoy where I’ve taken this! Please comment, message, and reblog if you feel so inclined ❤️

A reminder, this is Vampire!Elvis so there is going to be mentions of blood/gore from here on out. If that's not your thing, sorry but it's needed for the story.

If you'd like to start from the beginning, start here I hope you enjoy and message and comment what you think.

May 1973

Spoiled was an understatement of how you were getting treated by Elvis these last few weeks. You didn’t deserve such things, but he was insistent. You two flew around the country, getting to see things you never thought you’d get the chance to in this life. Elvis canceled his upcoming tour to spend time with you and his manager just about lost his head about it. Elvis gave him one look that just about drained all the color out of his face when he said no to him. He never got questioned about it after that.

Elvis was sure he was going to give you every human experience you wanted to have. Part of you was excited to try new things, taste new foods, and see places you never knew existed. There was another small part of you would miss certain things. You’d miss the warmth of the sun, and the comfort of a soft blanket wrapped around you. All of it would be so different for you. An unknown world was going to be unleashed and it was going to be a huge adjustment. Elvis was gracious and patient with you, assuring you everything was going to be alright. You believed every word he said, knowing he would be by your side through the entire time.

He kept you up all night making deep, passionate love to you at all hours of the night. You weren’t going to miss sleep that’s for sure. He was making up for lost time and was worshiping you any chance he could. Making love to him was like a song, something that started slow and sultry, then crescendos into something electric and thrilling. He knew how to make you sing and hit all the right notes. You were indeed his favorite song to play.

You knew he tried to ignore the bite marks on your body, but you felt when his eyes would stare at them in frustration. You suggested to him to feed from those scarred spots, hoping that maybe his bite would heal them in some way but he wouldn’t let himself do that. The shame and guilt he had inside him was still present and it was going to take time to get through those feelings.

But you’d let him feed when he wanted and he began to not be as shy about asking if he could. The more he did it, the more you found it insanely attractive. The pain was still prominent when he initially sunk his teeth in you but it faded away after a short period of time. It was something he needed to survive and you were more than happy to give that to him. Each time he fed, there was a small part of you that wanted him to finish the process so you could turn. But he wouldn’t let himself do that to you. He was adamant about keeping you human til your birthday like you wanted.

He took you to Hawaii the week of your birthday and you think that this has to be your new favorite place in this world. It was more stunning than you could ever imagine. Elvis would tell you stories of the times he’s visited and the movies he’s made there. He was here earlier in the year recording the first worldwide concert via satellite. He was so proud of the concert, every time he brought it up, he had this big smile on his face and was so happy he got to do it. He couldn’t help but marvel over the fact he made history doing that concert. He definitely had a love for this place and you could see why. The waters were more blue than you could have dreamed and cool enough to relax your body after laying out on the beach for too long.

Elvis would watch you enjoy your time here while he stayed underneath the shade of an umbrella. He would come and join you for a bit in the water and keep his shirt on to shield him as much as possible from the sun. It made his skin hurt though and he couldn’t stay out there that long with you. You understood and thought it was cute he still wanted to be out there with you regardless. After your legs get tired from swimming, you get out of the water and receive a devious look from him, his eyes eating you up as water dripped off your body. You smirk at him and shake your head gently.

“What do we have here,” he says softly.

“It’s just me,” you say shyly.

“No, I think it’s the love of my life,” he says pulling you on top of him.

He scoops you into his arms, holding you tightly and taking a deep breath in, giving you kisses on your cheek. His cool body temperature gives you goosebumps after getting out of the water and need a towel to dry off. He senses you’re cold and wraps a towel around you that was lying out in the sun getting warm. It felt so nice on your skin, making you feel cozy and warm.

“Let's go back to the room for a bit hmm?” He says softly. You nod your head and he takes your hand as you walk toward the hotel. You had the penthouse suites, of course, to give you and Elvis the most amount of privacy while you stayed here. He would get awestruck looks while you went through the lobby and a few people stopped him for an autograph.

You took the elevator all the way up to the top floor, holding him around his waist. The mood felt tense like he was nervous for you. Once you both are in the room, he locks the door behind him and looks at you softly, his eyes looking unwaveringly. You smile at him and turn to go on the balcony, looking out at the light blue waters on the horizon. You don’t hear him walk your way, but feel his hands wrap around your waist, pulling you back into his body. You sigh at the feeling of him, loving him more than you could have possibly imagined.

“Are you having a good birthday honey?” He asks low into your ear.

“Yes, I am. The best one ever,” you hum softly.

“Well, if you wanted to have more birthdays, you can always have that option…” he trails off. You squeeze at his hand, turn around to face him, and pull him in for a kiss.

“No, I don’t need any other special days when I get to have you forever,” you assure him.

“Mhmm… okay baby, as long as you’re happy. Was there anything else you wanted?” He asks, slowly trailing his hand down your back.

You can’t help that your heart gallops at the sight of him or how he has that look on his face that could make you do anything he wants. He smirks at the sound of your fluttering heart and pulls you in closer. Your bodies melt into each other and your brain begins to fog over at any logical thinking. You repeat the question he asked in your head and smirk at him.

“N-no, there’s nothing else I could possibly want. Was there anything you wanted to give me?” You ask cheekily.

He chuckles amused, tucking your hair behind your ear, “yes there was. There was one more human thing I wanted to give you…” he says. You look at him a bit confused, not sure what he’s getting at.

“When I first told you about our bond, I knew it was hard for you. The notion of giving up your human life and being part of a vampire one was a lot to handle. I know you said you were scared and had a future to look forward to and make for yourself. That’s why we’ve been traveling so much, getting you to see new things you never have before. And that will never stop, I’ll keep showing you new places. I wanted to give you something else that you mentioned you were going to miss.”

He slowly bent down on one knee and pulled a ring box from his pocket. He opens the small, red velvet box and looks up at you, love overflowing his gaze. A stunning diamond ring is looking at you and sparkles in the sunlight.

“Honey, will you do the immense honor of marrying me?” He says as his voice trembles.

You hold your breath, not believing this is really happening. The diamond was huge. You’d never seen something so extravagant other than the rings Elvis wears. It was an emerald cut with a pavé band in yellow gold and was the most beautiful ring you’ve ever seen.

“Oh my God, honey, are you serious?!” You breathe.

“Yes baby, I want you. In every possible way, in the human way, by making you my wife, but also as my Chosen and make you mine forever,” he confesses.

Tears well up in your eyes and your heart leaps out with joy and love for him.

“Yes, of course I’ll marry you,” you say, your voice shaky and in disbelief.

He stands up to wrap you in his arms and hug you tightly. He kisses you with so much love and passion it makes you dizzy. You pull at his arms to have him somehow hold you tighter and it leaves you breathless. He pulls away to look at you, smiling and taking the ring out of the box.

You shakily hold your hand out and he slips the ring on your finger. It was a perfect fit and looked more beautiful than you could have ever imagined any ring could have looked on you.

“We can go get married whenever you want. Just tell me when and I’ll make it happen,” he tells you.

“What about the press? Won’t it look weird if you just suddenly get married after just getting divorced?” You ask worried.

“I don’t care about that darlin’. You’re all I care about and what makes you happy. We can do it whenever you want.”

“What about right now? Just go to city hall and do it right there? What do you think?” You say.

He looks at you a little shocked, not expecting you to be so ready for this.

“Yeah, baby? You don’t want a big wedding with your family and friends? There’s no rush,” he says softly.

“Yeah, that’s what I want. And besides, I want my husband to turn me later,” you press, knowing he’s going to like the sound of that. A low emitted growl comes from his chest and he squeezes your arms.

“Mhmm… that sounds like the most perfect way to go about it,” he says pulling you in for another kiss.

He called his guys and had them arrange everything and get a car ready to head down to city hall. He had enough connections that it wasn’t an issue to put everything together and get a marriage license ready for him. Everyone came to city hall and witnessed you both say your vows and celebrate with you.

It was just enough, it was special but there wasn’t too much attention drawn to you which sounded like your worst nightmare for a wedding. At that moment, it was just you and Elvis. You all quickly got out of the building before the word got leaked that Elvis is now married to a new mystery woman no one’s ever seen him with. For a split second, you think of your mom and Anna finding out this news in the newspaper without a heads up from you. You knew it wasn’t the best way to go about it but you’d deal with them later and knew they’d understand.

Everyone celebrates up in the penthouse with you both, happiness filling the room and joyful laughter. Elvis kept his arm around you the entire night, not letting you leave his side. He looked down at you from time to time and would just mutter something under his breath you couldn’t hear. You reach up for a kiss and he gives you a soft and tender one.

The sun was starting to set and the sky filled with a beautiful golden-orange sky. As you’re looking out the window, he bends down slightly so he can whisper something in your ear, “I think it’s time to kick everyone out and let me enjoy time with just my wife,” he says softly. Your heart gallops at the notion and you nod your head in agreement. Elvis gets everyone to leave and makes sure to tell them that no one disturb us. The door closes and you shiver at the way he’s looking at you.

He walks slowly to you, not having to say a word to get you to come to him.

“I love you,” he whispers, pulling you into his arms.

“I love you too,” you say back, pulling at his collar and getting him to kiss you. His lips crash into yours and your hands roam freely on his body.

“What did you want to do now?” You ask cheekily.

“It’s your day, you tell me what you need from me,” he says. His tone of voice and the way the slightest touch makes you unravel has to be one of the best things in the world. You would never get enough of him.

You pull him in closer by his arms, “I think you know what I want…I want you to change me,” you plead.

He takes a sharp breath, looking down at you with lust, need, and apprehension in his eyes.

“Are you sure about this? You don’t have to rush anything. It doesn’t have to be today. You could just enjoy being married as a human for a bit,” he assures.

“I’m positive. I want this more than you know. I’m ready to be completely yours,” you hum into his ear. He lets out a pleased grumble and squeezes you tighter, nearly knocking the wind out of you. He quickly releases the grip he has on your waist.

“Sorry baby didn’t mean to squeeze ya so tight,” he snickers, his hands consuming your body.

“Was there a certain way you wanted to do this? I want to make this as painless as possible,” he says softly, concern filling his eyes.

“No, I thought you would know how to do this the best,” you say jokingly.

“Well, yes, I’ve turned people before. I’ve just never turned someone I love so dearly… this is all new to me too,” he jests.

Your heart thumps faster, anxiety and intrigue filling your veins. A million things run through your head and you don’t know what to do exactly. There isn’t a play-by-play of how to become a vampire exactly. Would you go into a blood frenzy the second he bites you? Could it be contained? What would this all feel like? You sort through your scattered thoughts and try to ask them calmly.

“And where should I… bite you?” You say softly. He looks at you intensely, liking the sound of that proposition already.

“Anywhere you want baby, your instincts will take over and you’ll know what to do, trust me,” he coos, softly touching the side of your neck with his fingertips.

You push at his chest, leading him to the edge of the bed where he sits down when he feels the plush mattress hit the back of his knees. You stand in front of him and want to devour him. A shiver runs through you at that thought and you sit on his lap.

“Kiss me,” you plead, your heart racing against him. He wraps his arms around your waist with a grunt and pulls you even closer to his body. His hand caresses the back of your head and kisses your lips, tenderness and need filling you. You wrap your arms around him tightly and melt into his cool touch. He kisses down your cheek and onto your neck, nipping there causing an airy moan to escape from your lips.

“I wanna fuck you. I want to fuck my wife,” he growls, grinding your core on his bulge. You grumble in his neck and bite there, making him groan.

“Turn me first. Then I’ll be able to keep you up all night and fuck you how you like,” you tease. He bites his lower lip, his large hands cupping your supple breasts.

“You promise? Do you think you can take that all night? Even if you’re a vampire?” he growls. Your cheeks redden, unable to denounce his godawful seductive ways you were sure even in immortal life, you would never be able to handle normally. You sigh at the notion and you feel yourself melt into him.

“Yes, I promise you.” You moan into his mouth, going in for another kiss.

“No, let me make you feel good first. Please let me give you this and I will turn you after,” he tells you.

You don’t want to fight him over this and the way he’s looking at you with these dark and hungry eyes, you can’t say no to him. He beckons you to get closer to him and he crawls back on the bed, slowly unbuttoning his shirt and throwing it to the side. You crawl in between his legs and unbutton his pants, needing to feel his naked body on yours.

He lays down on the bed and you unzip your dress, watching how he looks at you with big, needy eyes. You start to pepper kisses up his naked body, making his chest huff with anticipation. Your eyes never leave his as your mouth gets dangerously close to his cock. Your tongue licks the underside of his shaft in one long swipe and he groans in agony. You gently rub his cock in your hand and look up at him innocently.

“Let me make you feel good. Just like this,” you coo, sucking on his head, moving the rest of his length with your hand.

“Goddamn baby, no,” he commands. You stop and he pulls at your arms to make you get on top of him. You look up at him unsure what he’s doing.

“I need to take care of you, the way I want to,” he grumbles, his hand slithering up to your neck and squeezing there. “Let me take care of my wife real nice now.”

You grab onto his wrist and your eyes roll back at the pressure closed around your neck.

“You know I’ll be just as strong as you when you turn me. Enjoy getting your way with me now while I can’t put up a good fight,” you tease. He grunts at that notion and gives you his hungry stare, his eyes slowly devouring your body.

“Oh, darlin’ what makes you think you’ll want to put up a fight? Do you think you’ll be able to fight how much you want me when you’re turned? It’ll be even worse than it is now.” He smirks devilishly. You stare at him drunkenly, not imagining you could want him any more than you do now.

“Goddamn it, don’t start,” you say holding his jaw, knowing it’s going to fuel him more. You bite the inside of your cheek and feel your core flutter. Fire ignites in his eyes and he pulls by you closer to his face.

“Hmm,” he hums to himself smugly, “I’m not doing anything. I’m just stating mere facts. And by the looks of it,” he pauses and his hand finds your dripping heat, “you like the idea of wanting me more. You like the idea of having my cock ruin you hmm? Just ruining my favorite places to be inside of all night, like this one,” he says as his fingers tease through your folds and circles your entrance.

“And this one,” he coos, pressing his index finger to your lips and you can’t help but lick the pad of it.

He lets out a satisfied grumble,” Mhmm, I love it when you beg for it, ” He teases, his fingers picking up pace and gathering more of the slick that has accumulated there. You gasp at the friction he gives you and try your best to not give him the satisfaction of showing how good it feels.

“God, I know you do. You just love to hear your name screamed, don’t you? Thought you’d get enough from all the audiences screaming your name,” You hiss. In the blink of an eye, his eyes are dark and ravenous. Two of his fingers plunge into your wet heat and curl them deep inside you. You gasp at the sensation and your eyes roll back.

“I wonder if you’ll be this insolent as a vampire too? I wonder if you’ll always test me and keep having me punish you for saying such things to me,” He says as he gives your ass a swift spank. “You’re going to be exhausted at the rate you don’t listen.” He moves his fingers and twists them deeper inside you and you groan, your hips moving with his hand.

“Elvis,” you hiss at him, his fingers continuing to make you fall apart.

“That’s right honey, you can be louder if you want to, no one’s in the penthouse. Say it one more time for me, nice and loud,” he teases devilishly. You shut your eyes in agony, pleasure skyrocketing into your body and making everything else seem meaningless.

“Elvisss, please! Please,” you whimper louder.

“Let me please you, baby. Let me give you more,” he coos. Your heart races a million miles per hour and you give in. Your body stiffens and you feel your core flutter at the notion.

“Yes, I’ll let you take me however you want,” you moan.

“Mhmm, good girl. Turn around and get on me,” he commands.

You look at him unsure, if you’re understanding correctly, you’ve never done this kind of thing and it made you feel like you’re about to die. You do as you’re told though and turn around on him straddling his torso, taking his long length in your hand, getting ready to take him inside your dripping heat. You suddenly feel his hands on your hips and makes you angle them back to his face. You look over your shoulder at him in disbelief. He makes your breathing hitch and your body begins to tremble.

“That’s it, baby, just relax,” he says low. You feel his thumb swipe through your dripping heat and you whine. You felt so exposed, so naughty for doing this sort of thing. You’ve never done this! The most intimate parts of you were just in his face and there was no being modest about anything now.

“Fuck,” he mutters under his breath as he plays with you, his thumb gathering your seeping arousal.

“Fuck baby this little pussy just dripping for me? Lookin’ absolutely delicious,” he groans.

That’s when you feel his tongue start to lap through your folds, groaning deeply as he tastes you. His low grumbling sounds made you wetter by the second. God damn him and his perfect mouth. Your chest heaves and you can’t keep your eyes open as he gives you the most intense wave of pleasure. He focuses on teasing you, not staying in one particular place for too long. His hands have a firm grip on your hips, keeping you as still as possible as his mouth does the work.

You open your eyes and find his cock hard and dripping with precum in front of your face. You could barely function with his mouth on you like this but you were going to try to please him too. Your hand gathers the slick on his head and you slowly start to spread it along his length. He lets out a low grumble that sends a vibration through you and you gasp. You do this slowly and try to tease him as much as he did to you but there’s no point. He always wins the teasing game.

You lean your upper body lower and start to swirl your tongue around his head. Another deep moan comes from him and it makes your body feel limp.

His tongue works faster on you and you let more of his cock slip into your mouth. You both moan together and his hips move up very faintly with your movements. You had never experienced anything like this and it was incredibly fervid getting to get fucked by his perfect mouth and you do the same to him.

You suddenly feel his tongue enter your core and you gasp for air. Your hips can’t help but rock back into his face. It felt too good not to and after all the teasing he’s done, you needed him inside you.

“Oh God, baby yes. Oh yes, fuck me,” You pant. He responds to you with a moan as his mouth is on you, sucking on your clit and then moving his tongue back inside you.

You try to focus on him more and suck more of his length. He helps you as he moves his cock in and out of you more and your tongue does the rest. But you couldn’t last much longer, not with the way he was devouring your pussy. You can barely catch your breath and his cock was hitting the back of your throat, making the most vile noises.

He moans again and you are about to get off of him when he stops you and grabs your thighs with his hands.

“Stay on me. Turn around and come sit on my face,” he growls, his voice exhibiting an unparalleled amount of dominance. You do as you’re told and turn around, placing your knees on either side of his head. He greedily grabs your hips, sitting you down, putting his mouth back on your core. It doesn’t take long for him to make you see stars with the way he’s eating you, like it was the first time, making it all too much to handle. Your walls flutter and your body shakes on top of him. Your hips roll on his face, chasing the high of your orgasm and your hand rakes through your hair, looking up to the ceiling.

“Oh my God baby,” you cry out, gasping for breath.

He teases at your entrance, too sensitive after all this but he doesn’t care, he wants to watch you squirm on top of him. It was one of his favorite things to do. Your body keeps shaking and he looks up at you with lust lighting up his dark eyes.

He lifts you up off his face so that you’re hovering above him on your knees and he turns his face to the inside of your thigh to kiss it but groans slightly instead. The scar from where Daniel bit you was still very prominent there and you were sure it killed Elvis to look at. He groans uncomfortably the more he looks at it. You place your hand on his face, making him look up at you.

“I’m all yours, no one else's. Feed baby, right there, it’s all yours,” you pant. His hands grip on your thighs tighter and he lets out a frustrated grunt before he sinks his teeth into your scarred flesh. You gasp as his sharp fangs pierce into your fragile skin, all too close to your over-sensitive core.

You try to stifle the groan that comes out of you, the sharp pain of his fangs making you wince. He’d never fed here before, it was all so new and fragile. Maybe the scar from the previous bite made it ultra-sensitive. Either way, it was all such a new sensation, and pain spread through you.

He swallows your blood delightedly and has a grip around your thighs that makes you immovable. Small groans come from the back of his throat as he feeds, and it just about makes you want to faint. The way he sounds when he’s with you will never be something you’ll ever get tired of. It’s like he’s never touched you before. Never gotten to see you naked. Never tasted any part of you and gets to experience it for the first time.

Your legs begin to quiver and you feel your arousal spill out of you and run down your thigh. He drinks a few more gulps and slowly stops, gently taking his fangs out of you so he doesn’t tear your skin harshly. He wipes his mouth with the back of his hand and his tongue is back on your thigh, licking the remaining blood that is seeping out of the wound and licking up your spilled arousal. You curse at him, looking down and watching how his hungry eyes light up when he sees you panting above him.

In a flash, he has you pinned on the bed with your arms above your head and his hands firmly pinning you there. “Fuckin’ hell baby,” he grunts. You feel the tip of his cock tease your entrance and you moan, already too overworked to be teased.

“Honey please,” you whimper.

He gently puts his cock all the way inside you, making you cry out his name, fucking you slow and powerfully.

“Tell me what you want,” he coos, his voice sending shivers through you, moving his hips the way only he can.

You can’t rationally speak, everything was so overwhelming and your mind couldn’t put together what you wanted to say.

“I w-want…. I- oh please honey I-,” you mutter, unable to put together any cohesive thoughts together.

His hips snap into you, powerful and claiming, making you want to see stars once again. You groan in torment, unable to focus on anything else but his hard cock fucking you into the bed.

“Come on baby girl you can say it,” growls, slowing his thrusts to let you catch your breath but still making it difficult.

“Change me, please. I’m ready,” you tell him. He lets go of your arms and covers your body in kisses, smothering you with his love. He reaches your face and kisses your lips softly, the mood of the room changing dramatically. He fucks you slow and controlled, taking his time in enjoying all of you.

He takes a sharp breath and glides his finger along the side of your neck where your scar resides. His eyes wander down to the other scars on your chest, your tummy, and the inside of your thigh that is still leaking blood. You wished he wouldn’t look there, those scars a constant reminder of what awful things were done to you. His fingers trace every outline of the bite marks left on you and he looks back up at you.

“Okay baby,” he softly murmurs. Your nails rake down his arms in fear, anticipation, and nervousness. You try to pull him close but he stays hovering above you. His eyes darken again and he licks his bottom lip. You want him closer, kissing you with passion and distract you from the pain that will ensue.

“Elvis, please,” you whimper.

“Hold onto me tight okay? Don’t let go,” he tells you. You nod your head immediately and your chest heaves looking at his sharp fangs.

“I love you,” he whimpers.

“I love you too,” you breathe.

He lets out a grunt before leaning down and kissing your neck. Sparks of electricity run through you and hold onto his back. He swivels his hips into you making you gasp for air and you turn your head to the side. A pleased groan comes from Elvis’ mouth as your neck is fully exposed to him, right where he needs to bite. You whimper in agony for him, ready to be completely his and start anew.

A deep growl comes from his throat and you feel his hand grip at your jaw, keeping you still. Your heart pounds in your ears and that's when you feel his sharp fangs pierce into your neck. You cry out, the pain rippling through you like a tidal wave. He was right, this hurt worse than any other bite. The skin here was so much more sensitive and thin, it felt like his bite was fifty sets of fangs inside you all at once. Your nails embed themselves into his back, the pain increasing with every moment he was drinking out of your neck. You hear him moaning as he’s drinking more of your blood than he ever has before. But he has to for his venom to enter your bloodstream.

You feel tears puddling from the corners of your eyes, unable to catch your breath. Your gasps and groans fill the room as Elvis is groaning, drinking from your neck in a focused manner. He pulls you up from the bed, sitting back with you sitting on him, holding you close as he swallows your blood with you two still connected.

Then you feel it; his venom. It was like wildfire burning and coursing through your veins. It made your entire body feel stiff and paralyzed. All you could manage to do was groan in agony, the pain paralyzing the rest of your senses. Your eyes started to feel the pain too and could only see large black specs in your vision. It was hurting to keep them open and each blink made it worse. Every movement you made made your body cry out in agony. Elvis was still feeding, holding the back of your head with his hand to support you. It felt like a long strain of time passed before he finally stopped and took his fangs out of you. You couldn’t see and the only thing keeping you in this moment was Elvis’ vice grip he had around your body that you were sure was going to break your bones. He doesn’t say anything and you suddenly feel both of his hands on your face. You can barely keep your head up and the searing flame burning in your eyes makes it unbearable.

“Oh fuck,” he breathes out, his tone scared and trembling. Your brain couldn’t compute what he meant or what he was seeing but it couldn’t have been good.

“Baby, it’s gonna be alright. I know it hurts I’m so sorry. Please forgive me,” he says trembling. His voice seemed so far away from you, like in another void of time. You feel his tongue lick your open wound and his hand placed on your cheek.

“You need to bite me now honey. Right now,” he demands, but to you, his voice sounds so far away and almost like an angelic whisper and you don’t move. His hand leads your head to his neck and this sweet, savory scent fills your nose. You groan in misery and press your lips to his neck. You could feel his light pulse on his neck and that sweet scent hit you again like a train. You open your mouth and let this new found instinct take over your senses. You bite down on Elvis’ neck hard and feel his normal rigid flesh give way to much more soft and supple skin. He pushes the back of your head into his neck more, encouraging you to keep going. You sink your teeth deeper into him and you taste the first taste of blood hit your tongue. It was strange at first, it didn’t taste like much and almost tasted metallic. Then you start to suck more and that’s when it hit you; the most savory and decadent thing you’ve ever put on your lips. His blood ran down your throat and your body thanked you for it. You were still weak but it felt good to drink from his neck. You had enough strength to pull yourself closer to him and feed more. You faintly hear him moan, clutching to your body and breathing heavily. Your hunger worsens and you drink bigger gulps, you have never felt hunger like this. This ravenous appetite Elvis would describe to you was very much real and worse than you realized. But your head throbbed and your eyes still burned, unable to see anything.

You take your mouth off his neck and gasp for air. Everything felt like it was on fire and you didn’t know what to do. Your body went limp and your hearing went out.

Black.

Your eyes flutter open and the air is still, almost too still. You look at the white ceiling and it feels like you’re looking at it through a magnifying lens. You saw every single texture and line that went through the ceiling and it confused you. Your eyes shift to somewhere else and a piece of lint floats into your vision. You were able to discern every wave and bend of the fiber it was bizarre.

“Hey darlin’,” a smooth baritone voice whispers at the other end of the room.

You slowly sit up in the bed and see Elvis sitting in a chair in the corner with sunglasses on and a silk shirt unbuttoned.

You take a deep breath through your nose and the most heavenly scent fills your head. It was mouth-watering good. It was sweet and savory, warm and delicious with each breath you took. Breathing felt peculiar, almost like it wasn’t needed.

Your hands move on the sheets and you can feel the softness of them through every thread. A robe was wrapped around you and tied at your waist. The silk fabric felt nice around you and smelled just as great as the room.

Your legs swivel to the edge of the bed and slowly gain your bearings. Elvis gets up and cautiously walks to you. Everything felt off and way too sensitive. The plush carpet was grainy and soft at the same time. It went in between your toes and made it tickle.

You look up at Elvis and your breath nearly gets sucked out of you.

You’ve never seen such a beautiful man in your life.

Every single detail was perfect. His hair, his nose, his pouty lips.

All of it.

It was like you saw him for the first time and it makes you feel entranced. He changed from the last memory you had of him. He had a brighter glow about him, his hair shorter, and his face looked more flawless if that’s even possible.

You raise your hand to touch his face and the warmth of his skin radiates through you. His skin felt perfect and near obsessional. There wasn’t a flaw on his face and you never felt so in awe. You place your other hand on his chest and the course little hairs that resided there felt nice underneath your fingertips. And then it hits you; you can feel his warmth. He’s not cold and instead melts into your touch.

He places his hand on the back of your head to have you look at him. He lets out a sigh of relief and smiles at you lovingly.

“Hi beautiful, I missed you,” he coos, leaning in to kiss you. God those lips were perfection, devouring yours with intense need and the utmost importance. You sigh softly into him, loving how incredible he feels. He pulls away to look you over again, and bites his bottom lip slowly, making it pop.

“Jesus, you’re perfect. How was it possible for you to become even more beautiful…” he says dazed. You smirk at him and shake your head. “Come here, you need to look at yourself,” he says, leading you over to the large mirror in the corner of the room.

He holds your hand as he leads you over but you couldn’t care how you looked right now. All you wanted to do was study every detail of his face because you felt like you’d never seen him like this before. Stunning and perfect in every way. Elvis steps behind you and turns you around toward the mirror. You slowly turn your focus to your reflection and cock your head in confusion. You barely recognize yourself and look up at Elvis in the mirror.

You stare back at your golden, gleaming eyes and your long fanning lashes. You were in shock by what you were seeing, you had almost prepared yourself to see red eyes whenever you thought of changing into a vampire. The golden hue was like sunlight; bright, warm, and full of life. Your hair’s natural waves became more defined and the auburn color was vibrant and lustrous. Your skin was also smooth and pale like his and all your senses felt heightened. Every breath you took was intense and you rubbed your thumb against his hand and felt the hairs that were there.

The robe you’re wearing is not tightly tied around your waist so it exposes your chest and neck. As you look closer, you realize the scars from the bite marks are gone, and all that’s left behind is glass-smooth skin. Elvis’ hand is around your torso, melting into you and making you realize this is all real and not some delusion.

You twist your body around to face him and don’t know where to begin.

“What happened? Why are m-my eyes…” you trail off. He starts to take off his sunglasses and chuckles softly, looking down at the ground. He shoots his gaze back up to you and you gasp.

The same golden eyes stare back at you and look even more beautiful. You caress his face, lightly rubbing your thumb across his cheek.

“Oh my God, they’re stunning honey. God, how can you look better than before? What- What does this mean? Is this normal?” You ask.

He smiles at you as he tries to soothe your worries away.

“Shh baby it’s okay. I think it's because… we’re one. In heart and soul, we are one.” He smiles.

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imaginesbymonika · 2 years

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“Shame” (Part 2)

A Pedro Pascal x fem!Reader fan fiction

Plot: For the last four years, Y/N and Pedro have been dating in secret. The fear of rejection has turned them into a mystery that could only be encountered in yearning looks on red carpets or hands that are touching one another briefly. However, for the longest time, things have been working out that way just fine. But now Pedro's agency wants him to have a PR relationship with another woman and neither Y/N nor Pedro is sure if their love is going to survive that.

Warnings: angst, sadness, feelings of being broken up with, lying

Part 1

" I don't get it."

She stared at Pedro, while all color drained off her face. This had to be some sick joke. He sighed:" Y/N, I-." "I don't- I don't get it.", she really wanted to say something else, but the words were all stuck in her throat. This was the best she could do without breaking down in tears.

Pedro helplessly glanced at his agent, he had no idea what to do and it was killing him. She cleared her throat and gently lifted her left arm. Sympathy flashed up in her brown eyes:" Y/N, please listen to me. Sit down." "I don't- No, I am not going to sit down!"

Y/N sounded like a wounded animal. Like a deer, that got hit by a car. From the way, her hands were trembling to how her voice quivered. She behaved like an injured animal, and holy shit, she knew that they were going to let her bleed out on the cold pavement.

She lingers in the kitchen, with her eyes focused on the timepiece right above the stove. The small digital green numbers tell her that it is almost midnight, and she brings the cup of tea back up to her lips. Y/N hasn't slept in 45 hours, and it is beginning to affect her. Perhaps the adrenaline is slowly leaving her system, she doesn't know.

"Listen. I know this is hard. But their relationship is only for show! Get people hooked on the show!", the older woman explained, but Y/N rolled her eyes and scoffed. "Don't tell me how PR relationships work, fuck you!" As soon as the words left her mouth, Pedro turned his head. His eyes wide open:" Hey! I know that you are angry, but do not talk to Steph like that!"

Y/N licked her lips, before clenching her jaw in astonishment. She had never felt this way about her boyfriend. Up to this point, he had been nothing but sweet and kind to her, Pedro never gave her any reason to be angry with him but oh god… at that moment, she wanted to tear him apart- limp by fucking limp. She stared at him in disbelief, slightly tilting her head:" And why aren't you angry? Why am I the only one in this room who tries to do some- wait, do- do you want this? Do you want to be in that fake relationship?"

Pedro swallowed thickly. He saw it in her eyes. She was hoping for an answer he simply couldn't provide her.

At the sound of the front door opening up, Y/N bites her lip. " I am back.", Pedro announces, and Y/N walks through the unlit corridor into the living area. When their eyes meet, she can't help but smile. Perhaps for the first time in what felt like forever. "There's my best girl.", he speaks softly, almost in a whisper. The exhaustion is radiating off of him, while his hand flies up to gently cup her cheek:" How- How are you doing?"

He is hesitant. He knows how she feels. He can notice the sadness in her eyes before she shuts them. Y/N tilts her head, leaning into his soothing touch:" I am okay.", she replies. Pedro smiles in return:" I'm glad.", he says, knowing that she is in fact lying to him.

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oneshotnewbie · 8 months

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(Tw, eating disorders)

hiyaa, could you do a fic with NCIS (the whole team or just a few characters) and reader who had been struggling with an ed?? i will leave the details to you xx

⚠️Trigger Warning⚠️ This one-shot includes the topic of an eating disorder (anorexia) and the plot is presented. If this triggers you too easily or you just can´t handle the subject, I urge you NOT to read this work. I am NOT embellishing this topic under any circumstance. Read at your own risk.

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You sat alone in the darkened kitchen of your apartment. The plate in front of you was empty, the remains of a meager salad that you had tossed around several times. Your gaze was blank as you stared at the plate, as if searching for answers that might be hiding in the dried lettuce leaves.

The last few weeks have been a challenge for you. The relentless cases and high stress levels at NCIS had taken their toll on you. The originally secret battle against the numbers on the scales had long since become an open war that you were waging against yourself.

Your colleagues started to notice your changes. Special Agent Ellie Bishop, your best friend, was one of the first to notice a certain distance in your eyes while you were working on a case. Gibbs, who could read his team's moods like no other, had also picked up on the subtle clues- the tired eyes, the emaciated appearance, and the color that had drained from your face.

After a discussion about the latest case and your lack of sympathy, Ellie and he exchanged worried glances before silently agreeing that it was time to talk to you. Together they decided to bring in Jack Sloane, the team's experienced psychologist and agent.

Just a few hours later, after gathering informally, Gibbs, Ellie, and Jack found themselves in her office. The tension in the air was palpable as they patiently waited for you to walk in the door unsuspectingly. “Sit down, Y/n.” The older man spoke calmly, pointing to the couch opposite.

You hesitated with a questioning and slightly confused look before sitting down. The gazes of your colleagues literally pierced you and made you nervous.

"We're worried about you, sweetheart," Ellie began gently, her arms wrapped around her body as her lower back dug into the blonde's desk. "You seem so different lately and we want to understand what's going on."

Jack eventually continued, bringing out her expertise, enhancing the expression of her words by readjusting her glasses. "There's no reason to walk alone in the dark."

It was hard to miss the tension on your face as you tried to control her emotions. Gibbs looked at you seriously, a hint of concern and sensitivity shining in his eyes. "Y/n, we are your team. If you have problems, you don't have to fight it alone. Talk to us."

"It's nothing. I'm fine." You spoke after listening to your colleagues' words, literally feeling the pressure inside you as a lump formed in your throat. You hesitated for a moment before standing up and abruptly leaving the room without saying another word. The look on your face told the three of them a mix of anger and shame as they realized there was a deeper reason for your change.

The door closed behind you with a muffled bang and Gibbs sighed heavily, keeping his eyes on the closed door. "Damn," he muttered. "She won't let anyone talk to her."

Ellie cast a worried glance in the direction you had just been sitting and furrowed her brow in frustration. "We can't just let her go through this alone. She needs help."

Jack Sloane nodded in agreement, her emotions contained as she considered what to do next with you. "I agree, but she also has to be willing to accept help. We can't force her."

In the next few days the atmosphere in the team remained tense. You tried to appear as normal as possible, but the tension between you, Ellie, and Gibbs was palpable. The usual jokes with Dinozzo, the shared breaks with Ellie and the feeling of togetherness with Gibbs seemed to have faded into the background.

Until the senior agent's team received an urgent mission that required your full attention and teamwork. A suspicious package with a bomb inside appeared in a public building. When you arrived on site, the situation quickly became aggravated by memories of 9/11. The building was evacuated and the team took control of the entire situation.

This effort that brought you back onto the field was actually intended to provide distraction and focus for you. However, the tensions in the team were obvious. You avoided all eye contact with your colleagues, the images of the failed conversation echoing in your head, and the pressure you were trying to hide weighed heavily on you.

While you were concentrating on your tasks, you suddenly felt a wave of dizziness. Your heart was pounding fast, the world around you was spinning, and your legs suddenly felt like they were made of rubber. Your vision blurred. Instinctively you reached for the closest thing possible to hold on to, which at that exact moment was Ellie, but your knees gave way and you sank to the ground next to her. The colors blurred before your eyes and you lost consciousness.

Ellie noticed the suddenly tight grip on her forearm. Gibbs, who was standing right behind you, reacted quickly and caught you before your head hit the paving stone. “Y/n!” He called as he gently laid you on the ground and Ellie called emergency services while Dinozzo and McGee continued to focus on the case. You were pale and breathing shallowly, the older agent trying to wake you up while Ellie looked for signs of acute medical distress and checked your pulse, all while talking to the emergency dispatcher.

Gibbs watched worriedly as you slowly came to. When your eyes opened, they showed a mix of embarrassment and weakness. "What happened?" You mumbled, still dazed.

"We'll sort that out later," he replied calmly, brushing some stray strands of hair that had gotten lost in it out of your face. "Right now we need to make sure you get medical attention."

Even as the paramedics arrived and took care of you, the two exchanged a meaningful look. The events of the last few minutes had exposed a reality that they could no longer ignore and it became clear to everyone that this was not just about the case and the hot summer days that drove everyone into a corner - this was about the well-being of an agent who not only fought against external threats in everyday life, but also against her own demons.

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In the hospital room, surrounded by dim lights and the hum of medical equipment, you sat up straight in bed. Gibbs and Ellie had alerted Jack to come to the hospital, where all three of them gathered around you, each of them with a serious but caring look.

"Y/n, it's time we talk about this," Jack began in a soft voice, sitting on the edge of the bed, her hand tentatively running over your still-shaky forearm, skillfully ignoring the intravenous access for medication. "We really care about you. This fainting is a symptom of something bigger. You need to tell us what's going on so we can help you."

You looked down, fingers folding nervously in your lap. The walls you had so stubbornly built seemed to be crumbling. Gibbs took a step closer to you. His eyes met yours, intense and fatherly at the same time. "You're part of my team, y/n. If you're having trouble, I'm here for you."

Ellie also wanted to join in the conversation, adding something that completely grounded your walls. "We are not only colleagues, but also friends and family. You can trust us. We will help you." You took a deep breath and nodded, a lone, slow tear rolling down your cheeks. "It's not easy for me to talk about it. It feels like I'm losing control."

Gibbs placed a protective hand on your shoulder, letting you know that it was okay to let them in and accept their help. "Sometimes it's okay to let go of control. You are not alone and together we will help you get back on your feet."

"I fell into something that I didn't think I would ever fall into again. An eating disorder that I actually left behind a long time ago," you began to say, many more tears following. Ellie had immediately moved to your side, wrapping you in a big hug to help you tell them everything they needed to know.

The following weeks were characterized by intensive discussions with Jack, supported by professional help from another psychologist outside of working hours. The entire team was there to support you every step of the way, enveloping you in care as they ate with you and brought you small snacks.

Gibbs, who was otherwise known for his strictness, became a protective father figure who lost his strictness on you when it wasn't work related. He constantly reminded you that there was no shame in showing weakness and that you didn't have to fight alone if you suffered a setback for the day.

The team became a supportive unit that not only solved crimes but also looked after each other. Through your courage to defy and confront your own demons, the connection between you all became significantly stronger. Everyone in the family had learned that true strength often came from accepting help and going through the darkness together, rather than isolating yourself and taking the rocky road alone.

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danxw123 · 11 months

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Summary: You discovered your step-father's infidelity and decided to take the situation to your advantage.

CW: Step-Dad!Scaramouche, incest, non-con/rape, dubcon, bunny costume, blackmail, creepy and mean/sadistic reader, yandere reader?, creampie, non-consensual video taken, virginity loss, nipple play, crying, humiliation, age gap, NTR/cheating, doujin shit lolol

@𝐃𝐀𝐍𝐈 note - If the following content might make you uncomfortable, please refrain from reading! DARK CONTENT AHEAD (FICTION, NOT REAL)

"Papa!! Welcome back!"

You excitedly exclaimed as you stood up from the couch, greeting your cute dad with a sweet smile. Scaramouche simply nodded with a soft hum. You continued to beam, grabbing your dad's arm and hugging it. He was taken aback by the unexpected intimate touch, his eyes briefly flicking towards your plush breasts squishing his arm.

"Where's your mother?"

"In the kitchen!"

Scaramouche gently removed his arm from your hold, uncomfortable from the intimate contact. Just as you were about to protest, your mother enters the living room. Your dad smiles softly and greets her with a simple peck on the cheek. You couldn't help but imagine yourself in your mother's place; with blushy cheeks, you pouted.

"Papa! I want a kiss too!!"

Scaramouche chuckled awkwardly before patting your head gently. Your mother giggled at your cuteness, completely oblivious to your true intensions.

"Aren't you a little too grown for my kisses?"

For a split second, Scara took notice of your eerily stare; no spark in your eyes but with a soft smile. It was... frightening. You quickly let out a soft giggle and brought both hands to cover your mouth, cheeks slightly tinted pink.

"I guess you're right papa!"

He couldn't help but cringe, feeling a shiver down his spine. Has his daughter always been this... uncanny? Scaramouche's gaze went towards his wife who was happily having a wholesome conversation with you.

Before he could interfere, his phone rang. Scara glanced at his wife before picking the device. He turned around as he continued to talk with the caller, a soft blush adoring his cheeks.

"hm..~" You hummed softly as your eyes flickered towards your dad, noticing his flushed cheeks and gentle smile. Your mother’s words flew out of your ears as you had your attention on him. You couldn’t help but smirk, knowing full well his little secret.

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“Papa~”

You whispered sweetly to his ear, blowing softly to wake him. He stirred in his sleep, groaning before going back to his slumber. You flashed a cunning and playful grin, slowly wrapping your arm around his waist.

His breath quickened as you gently kissed his earlobe. Your kisses soft and slow before you gave a experimental lick on his neck.

“Sweetheart! W-what are you doing?!”

Scaramouche yelled, completely startled by your touches. He quickly sat up and grabbed your arm. His eyes were darting everywhere around your face, feeling even more frightened as you resume your sweet yet sinister smile.

"Don't you like it...? I thought you enjoyed it since you kept moaning when your co-worker kissed your neck~"

He quite literally felt his heart drop. What..? How did you know? Scara scowled at you, trying to stay calm but your daunting expression made it exceedingly difficult.

"Hm? Don't believe me?"

You delightfully took your phone from the desk before showing him a video. Your dad's eyes widened as his lips parted slightly, face drained of color from the sight.

"Papa~ you're so naughty... I wonder how mom will react..."

His attention swiftly redirected towards you the moment you made your comment. Your crazed eyes stared at him in anticipation, crimson cheeks visible from the moonlight.

"No.. No! W-wait! I-... Please don't tell your mother!"

Scaramouche stammered, completely caught on his affair. He couldn't help but tear up, feeling as if he lost his entire life. Your dad looked down as he felt a wave of shame crash into him. It's over...

"I won't tell mom."

"R-really?"

You offered a subtle nod, followed by a gentle placement of your finger upon his lips. In response, he gazed at you with glossy eyes, his cheeks suffused with a rosy hue. A soft chuckle escaped you as you couldn't help but savor the adorable sight, moistening your lips with a playful gesture.

"In one condition."

Scaramouche observed with a hint of unease as you extended your hand towards the desk, retrieving a rather unexpected garment, not just any attire, but a bunny costume, to be precise. With visible enthusiasm, you eagerly unveiled the suit, your eyes radiating with excitement.

"You'd look great in this papa~"

Before he could protest, your menacing stare made him retreat his words. Scara hesitantly grabbed the costume before casting you a glance imbued with a sense of embarrassment.

"Ah! I'm sorry papa! Let me cover my eyes!"

Your attention sharpened upon hearing the soft rustle of clothing hitting the floor, a flush of excitement warming your cheeks. You discreetly nibbled on your lower lip, determined to keep your gaze shielded from the unfolding scene.

"I'm going to look now~!"

"W-wait! no-!"

You spent no second withdrawing your hands away from your face. Your breath hitched at the adorable sight; your father adorned in a snug, compact bunny outfit, complete with those endearing bunny ears. Scaramouche blushed furiously as he tried to cover himself, feeling immensely vulnerable.

You immediately pounced on him, making him land on the bed. A soft gasp escaped his mouth from the sudden impact. He looked up at you before noticing your dazed look. You smiled cunningly at him, slowly bringing your hand towards his face, caressing his pink cheek.

"Papa~ I can't hold back anymore..."

"W-what?! You're my daughter!"

You ignored his comment, nestling your visage into the curve of his neck. Your heavy breaths made their presence known against his skin as you tenderly began to place delicate kisses upon his neck. Scaramouche couldn't help but let out small moans and whimpers, feeling his excitement build up.

"Y-your mother... she's..."

"She's not home..."

You giggled softly and slid your hand towards his nipple, toying with the cute little flesh. He bit his lip before he could let out his voice from the pleasure. No... he couldn't be liking this. He wanted to push you off but it felt so good...

"Papa~ you're so adorable! Let me hear you please~"

Scaramouche, with a sorrowful shake of his head, he pleaded for you to stop. In response, you completely stopped your actions only to seize his jaw firmly in a commanding grip.

"Do you want mom to find out?"

The intensity of your piercing gaze and the frigidity of your tone took him utterly by surprise. This was not the child he had known. You had always been the embodiment of sweetness and charm, quick to extend a helping hand without a moment's hesitation. Had it all been a facade? Scaramouche swallowed hard, his head shaking with uncertainty.

"Good boy~"

You gently tapped his cheek, coaxing him to part his lips. As he complied, you sensuously intertwined your tongue with his, savoring the sweet taste of his saliva while swallowing his cute whines. Scaramouche suddenly let out a high pitched moan at the friction of your wet cunt against his clothed cock. Wait. Were you not wearing anything behind that oversized shirt?

"Papa~ You make me so wet~"

You gently eased the fabric away from his dick. Your ogling caused him to avert his eyes from you, feeling a hint of shyness, and gently shielded his private part with his hand.

"D-don't just stare..."

His endearing gesture elicited a deep blush on your cheeks, and you couldn't suppress a delighted giggle as you leaned in to softly plant a loving kiss on his forehead. Scaramouche flushed at your action, letting out a small whine.

"Please..."

"Fufu~♡ So impatient..."

You gently grabbed his cock, stroking it a few times before slowly sliding it inside your needy hole. Scara let out a small whimper at the feeling of your tight pussy squeezing him.

"Ah~ f-fuck... so tight~"

You smoothly withdrew before swiftly resuming the motion with another deft slide, continuing the action in a fast pace. Scaramouche's pornographic moans fuelled your excitement even more as you bit your lip in response.

"Papa~ 's good so good..!"

Your hand crawled towards his before intertwining your fingers with his. The simple gesture caused him to widen his eyes. Such a small action yet it caused an immense feeling of emotions crash into him. In response, tears welled up at the corner of his eyes before steadily falling down his cheeks.

"Shhh... papa don't cry~"

You cooed sweetly, leaning down and kissing his tears away. Your cute moans and whimpers pushed Scaramouche closer to his orgasm as he held your hand tighter.

You brought yourself up before riding him in a faster pace. His eyes fluttered open, meeting your gaze through their lustrous sheen. Your beautiful curves and flushed cheeks were illuminated by the moonlight. He couldn't help but marvel at your captivating beauty...

"Papa! 'M cumming♡! 'm cumming♡~!"

You stared down at him with heart eyes, back arched. His cock kept hitting your sweet spot causing you to finally reach your climax. As the waves of ecstasy washed over you, Scaramouche, too, succumbed to his orgasm.

Heavy breaths were heard with the sound of soft squelches as you slowly rode your orgasm. Eventually, you slid off his cock, watching as his cum oozed out with yours. You sighed in contentment before catching his lips in a passionate kiss.

" I love you papa~♡"

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"Papa~! You're back home!"

You embraced him with joy, then gazed up at him, your face adorned with a tender and radiant smile.

"I missed you so much papa and also.... mom's not home~"

Scaramouche cast an apprehensive gaze in your direction, acutely aware of the impending events that lay ahead.

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peachymilkandcream · 3 months

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Fraud | Part 19 (Finale) | Yandere All Might x Hero!Reader

(A/N: The end is here! I hope you guys enjoyed this series and are excited for the next one to follow!)

WARNINGS: noncon, dubcon, manipulation, domestic abuse, yandere themes, forced marriage, forced pregnancy, stockholm syndrome, graphic depictions of violence, mind breaking, misogyny, power imbalance, age difference, cheating, forced orgasm, suicide, etc.

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Shade looked at her abuser in terror, he had found them and so quickly. How this man managed to always be one step ahead she didn't know. Why did misfortune like this fall on her? What had she done to deserve this fate?

Hawks sprang into action, shielding Shade as a blast from the Number One shook the ground they stood on.

All Might wasn't playing, usually in his fights he'd fire off a warning shot, but this time he aimed to kill Hawks. An unhinged look in his eye showed the level of desperation he had to ensure Shade and his secrets stayed with him.

"You're a real fool Shade, you know that? Going against me of all people and thinking that you'd make it out. Did you think I'd just let you go? That this would all end? It will never end! I won't let it! All of this goes down with me and me alone! I refuse to let you and that bird ruin everything I've worked so hard for!"

"Get down!" Hawks pushes her out of the way as another burst of win barrels towards them, shattering the windows behind them and leaving a gaping hole in the framework. "Listen All Might, you don't have to do this, you're the Symbol of Peace! Just let her go and we'll both forget that any of this ever happened!"

He scoffs and walks closer. "Do you really expect me to believe that? Think that you'll just act as if you didn't see anything? I've been around longer than both of you combined. I know the cutthroat practices of pros. You'll sell me out for a moment of fame. Pushing your numbers by tearing down everything I've created with my own two hands!"

As All Might slams down his fist, Hawks tries to block with his feathers hardened into swords. But the force blows him back against the far wall, knocking the wind of out of him.

"Now for you." He turns his full focus on Shade, cowering and desperately trying to use her quirk. But the pure exhaustion from what she had endure for the past months taking all of her strength.

"I looked up to you All Might- trusted you-! After everything that happened- I thought you cared!"

"You really did think that didn't you. Do you ever wonder why your life spiraled down after you met me? I put all of that in motion, making you crawl and depend on me. That girl who fucked your boyfriend, I paid her to do it by bouncing her on my cock. Whenever you're being a bitch who do you think I run to?"

The color drained from her face. "You bastard-"

"Is that really the most horrifying thing you know that I've done? There is much worse, I promise you that."

In a moment of rage her fist flies towards him, only to be caught and twisted at a horrific angle. The scream making her cry out in pain.

"Don't even try it. You're so pathetic it sickens me."

Just then All Might turns and grabs the approaching Hawks by the face, slamming him into the concrete floor. "Still up and kicking I see. You young pros really are something! Did you really think you could win against me?"

"No-" Hawks sputters. "But I had to try. I couldn't just allow trash like you parading around as a hero to prey on the weak and innocent because no one has the balls to come after you. I may have dirt in my past, but I'm still a hero-"

"What a touching sentiment. And good to see you'll follow it to the end. You'll die believing those convictions while the rest of us do what we have to do to stay on top." His fist winds up, aimed directly at the Number Three's face. "It's a shame really, a bright future, cut short because of a stupid mistake."

As the fist falls, it's no more than a regular punch, seemingly to everyone's surprise.

"What's going on here-"

"I erased your quirk All Might. It seems all that flash and flare never taught you how to beware of your surroundings. Especially when some of the best pros and at least forty police officers in riot gear are outside ready to escort you away."

They all turn their heads to see Eraserhead standing on his perch, hair up and staring directly at the Symbol of Peace.

"You can't do this to me- I earned my place-"

"Save it. Your sidekick, the one who can see the future, realized you'd fail after looking into yours and surrendered. So far he's cooperated with police about everything you've ever done for a lighter sentence. Face it. It's over."

"No! I won't go down like this!"

All Might rushes Aizawa, only to be bound by the pro Kamui Woods, trapped in a binding of wood. "Don't struggle. It'll only make things worse."

However he does, only stopping when the heat from Hellflame threatens to singe off his eyebrows. "It seems like your cutthroat practices finally caught up with you old man. What a better way to take my top spot than with you outed as a villain yourself."

All Might looks like he's ready for more of a fight, but eventually resigns himself to being arrested by completely surrendering.

"Very well. May justice prevail."

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The trial came and went. Unanimously with the testimonies provided by Nighteye, Hawks, and Shade, the jury found the Number One hero guilty of murder, rape, kidnapping, fraud, and many more crimes. Each of the victims he had accumulated over the years exposed for all the world to see.

His support dropped to nothing. No one except the most degenerate fans dared publicly show support of a convicted felon like him. And those who did were shut down and told to retreat back into their mother's basements.

Held in Tartarus, All Might was sentenced to spend the rest of his natural life there without the possibility of ever being freed. Whereas Shade was relocated to a secure location with a name change and constant protective surveillance. Meaning Hawks.

The two had bonded over past traumas, spending a lot of time together relieving and working through what they had went through. Who knows? Maybe it would lead to something more in time. Not until she was healed, but eventually.

She thought this while he made her tea in the kitchen of her new apartment, far away from the watchful eyes of the city. The news was on television, basic things like fires and crime in the big cities.

Until a special broadcast came up.

"We interrupt this program for an important news update. Just last night an escape from Tartarus occurred, authorities haven't released just how the escape happened but they have released a list of prisoners who have escaped."

Hearing the news, Hawks steps into the living room, watching for himself.

"Only one prisoner escaped, Toshinori Yagi, better known as our former Number One hero All Might-"

The broadcast continued but Shade couldn't hear what else was said, focused on the reality that he was out, freed. And coming for her. She had to get out, had to run away.

He was coming for her.

The End

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𝑨𝒃𝒚𝒔𝒔 𝒐𝒇 𝑴𝒆𝒎𝒐𝒓𝒊𝒆𝒔

ᴇʟᴇᴠᴇɴ ᵏᵉⁿⁿʸ

ᴘᴀɪʀɪɴɢ: ʟᴇᴠɪ ᴀᴄᴋᴇʀᴍᴀɴ x ғᴇᴍᴀʟᴇ!ʀᴇᴀᴅᴇʀ

sᴜᴍᴍᴀʀʏ: ᴡʜɪʟᴇ ᴏɴ ᴀ ᴍɪssɪᴏɴ ʟᴇᴠɪ ʀᴇᴠɪʟᴇs ɢʟɪᴍᴘsᴇs ᴏғ ʜɪs ᴘᴀsᴛ ᴛᴏ ʏᴏᴜ ᴀɴᴅ ɴɪғᴀ, ᴛʜᴏᴜɢʜ ᴛʜᴇʏ sʜᴏᴜʟᴅ ᴛᴜʀɴ ᴏᴜᴛ ᴛᴏ ʜᴜɴᴛ ʜɪᴍ ᴅᴏᴡɴ ʀɪɢʜᴛ ɴᴏᴡ ᴏғ ᴀʟʟ ᴛɪᴍᴇs.

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It is a chilly late afternoon within the walls, although the sun has already risen above them, illuminating the landscape of wall Rose in beautiful warm colors. You have decided to go for a run, enjoying the fresh air and the blooming flowers as you jog back to the lovely cottage in the fields. You had already eaten lunch, wild berries, nothing else would do today. Just the thought of yesterday makes you sick, and the thought of your Captain alone made your heart pound. It was a strangely intimate situation, even though he hadn't touched you at all. His presence alone is enough to throw your rational thinking out the window.

As you approach the hut, you see about five additional horses grazing peacefully in the field around it. "Section Commander Hange must be back." You think nothing of it, but the moment you enter the main entrance of your little hideaway, the atmosphere is deeply stifling, almost suffocating as everyone turns to look at you. Your squad is seated around the large dining table, while Hange and her team are scattered around the room. You can guess what might happen next, you saw this scenario coming weeks ago.

"Pastor Nick is dead, isn't he?" You blurt out breathlessly, looking between your Captain and the Section Commander.

"Yes, they say he was robbed and murdered. Can you confirm that?" Levi asks, sounding almost bored, as if he already knows the answer. Frowning, you reply, "No. The MPs tortured and killed him". As if it were common knowledge.

"I thought so." Hange looks a little sad, deep in thought as well. As long as you couldn't reveal the secret of the walls, they relied on the pastor of the wall's Church to give them information. He never did.

"They tortured him. Presumably for information. Did they just want to know what exactly he'd pass on to us?” Armin offers the idea, looking to Levi for confirmation. The Captain sets his cup down on the table and agrees.

“But these are the interior MPs we are dealing with, so you can bet there is something deeper in work here.” He explains, his eyes moving from Armin to you and then to Hange.

“Now how many nails was the good Pastor missing?” That catches Hange off guard, not sure why he would want to know that.

"How many? You saw him, right?” Instead of her, it's you who answers.

"All of them. He didn't tell them anything." Their heads turn in your direction, a mixture of confusion and admiration in their eyes.

"If you knew he was going to die, why didn't you tell anyone? Freak." Jean asks aloud, glaring at you with suspicion, as if you were a traitor. The new people called you that behind your back. A 'freak' or a witch, or even better, a whore. Hearing it from him really hurts, because you thought these people were your friends. What if the others think the same?

"She did, stupid brat. Why do you think he took on another identity? Faye is your second-in-command, show her some respect." The Captain comes to your aid, glaring at the cadet who looks down in shame.

"Whatever. I'm impressed. I didn't think highly of Pastor Nick. But whatever his faults, he stuck by his beliefs until the end. Which means they have no idea we know about the Reiss family." Levi clarifies, his eyes drained of all emotion as he continues his speech.

"But the government is up to something, and we've got a target on our backs." His assumption turns out to be true, as Nifa bracks in walking up to him in a rush.

"Captain Levi, sir. I have a message from Commander Erwin. I went to tell him about Pastor Nick-” She explains as Levi opens the envelope and reads over the paper Nifa handed him.

“-but he gave me this and sent me off.”

Even from a distance you can see the Captain's eyes darken, his brows furrowed and his eyes become slits.

“Get your gears, now! We are leaving." He rises from his stool, making deep eye contact with you as he gives the order. "Make it look like we were never here." His comment sends a shiver down your spine as you urge the others to hurry.

They have traveled overnight, leaving the hut behind without a trace. Levi has a plan, a risky one, but it might work. Hiding in Trost seems stupid, but where else would they go? The inner distractions are even better guarded than the outer walls of Rose.

“Try not to walk clustered together. We’ll stand out.” Captain Levi reminds his squad, walking through the crowded streets of the city.

"Eren and Historia just act normal." Easier said than done, considering they are actually Armin and Jean. The real Historia and Eren are in a carriage, being driven away by a member of Hange's squad. It's the safest option. While Sasha and Connie talk about the anniversary of the king's coronation, a police officer catches their attention, who’s offering food rations to the folk in the name of the king.

"All this food and he's just giving it away?" Sasha asks, and you smile a little, wondering if she might actually stand in line just to get some free bread rolls.

“It's not as if he needs it all. Easier to control people when they are not starving.” Levi's choice of words catches your attention and you look at him, noticing that his voice has turned bitter. It's almost as if he knows what he's talking about. He walks past the MPs, apparently fed up with their way of manipulating the citizens.

"When do you think they will catch up with us?" You ask your Captain, eyeing Armin from the side who is dressed like Historia, taking on her identity for the plan. Originally it was you who was supposed to dress like her, but in the end Levi decided it was safer to use Armin, considering his age and resemblance to her.

"Can't be much longer..." he mumbles to himself, suddenly stopping as he turns around.

"Behind us. Look out!" To your surprise a wagon pulls around the corner, their horses riding at you with full speed as you jump out of the way, avoiding to get crasht by it. You fall to the ground, carefully covering your head with the hood of your brown tunic as dust swirls around you. As you try to get up, Mikasa holds out her hand for you to take, helping you to brush the dust from your trousers.

"Alright. Mikasa, Connie and Sasha follow them. Faye and I will stay close by on the rooftops, report back to us when they reach their hideout." Levi demands, grabbing your arm to pull you with him, away from curious eyes into a side alley where they can use their ODM without being seen.

"We have to catch up with them, hurry." He demands, using his equipment to take to the air as you follow close behind. You are by no means on his level in the omni dimension, but you are not bad at it, some would even say natural.

After a few minutes of following them without being seen, the carriage comes to a halt in front of an old warehouse belonging to the marked trait, letting you and your Captain land on its roof.

"These aren't MPs, are they?" You voice your observation, secretly wondering if they might be undercover and out of uniform.

"No. These are traders, amateurs." He speaks, sitting down to rest his leg. Levi is deep in thought, watching as they follow his disguised soldiers into the house. You also sit down cautiously and watch as Mikasa carefully swings herself to one of the large windows. She will probably report back to them soon.

"After they report back, we have to catch up with Nifa." Levi tells you, glancing at a watch on his wrist as he looks you up and down, noticing the way you avoid him. The incident happened two days ago and he hopes that this phase of shame will leave you soon, because frankly you did nothing wrong that day, it was all him. Mikasa approaches quickly as she lands close to you, kneeling down so as not to attract attention.

"How's everything going inside?" He asks, still watching the rooftops around him, seemingly searching for something in particular.

"If we wait much longer, they'll see through Armin's disguise." Mikasa explains, worried for her friend's safety.

“He's getting pawed at.” As she says it, you flinch, feeling helpless and sorry for the boy.

"I see." Levi comments, his hatred for these pigs swallowed up by his cold facade. They continue their conversation while you fall into a spiral of deep thought, wondering why the MPs are after you. Perhaps you are not as important to them as they led you to believe at the trial? Or maybe they think you are nothing more than a liability, invented by the Commander to help his cause.

"Get your ass up, Soldier, we are leaving." Captain Levi snaps you out of your thoughts, you get into a standing position, Levi glares between you and Mikasa, revealing something that makes the blood in your veins run cold.

"From now on we have to kill humans as well."

Gasping, you look at him in shock, about to question his orders, but the man is already on his way, flying through the air at high speed. It's almost impossible to keep up with him now, but you manage quite well as the two of you swing from building to building, getting closer and closer to the meeting point where Eren and Historia are supposed to be, and with a quick movement he aims for the roof of a pretty nice building, where you notice another cloaked figure. It turns out to be Nifa, the girl has found a good hiding place just behind a chimney.

"Captain!" She says in surprise, smiling slightly at you. You try to return it, but it only ends in a grimace as you look at Levi with a stressed expression on your face.

"Well?" He turns his attention to Nifa, ignoring the way your eyes are fixed on the back of his head, silently questioning and judging him.

“The road’s crowded, but I've seen nothing unusual. It's not far to Commander Pyxis from here, so I think we are good. But how's the double body mission?” She asks in her soft voice, her red bangs falling into her face as she turns to you.

"A success." His voice is gruff, his expression deadly cold.

“You don't seem very pleased about that.” Nifa notices, observant as ever. "I'm not." The Captain agrees, while you and she share a look, your soldiers just shrugging, not quite sure what his mood is.

"Captain. Wagon is almost on its move again.” The redhead declares, excited that things are moving again, but he just ignores it.

"Nifa, Faye. Have you heard of Kenny the Ripper?" While you haven't, your other companion seems to have an idea who he's talking about.

“That mass-murderer in the capital? The one who slit the throats of over a hundred MPs? Of course, but I always thought he was just an urban legend." Hearing that, you feel even more implacable and you dare to speak up, a little louder than usual.

"What is all this about, sir? You tell us we might have to kill people and now this." Furious at his lack of conversation, Nifa stares at you with wide eyes, she would never dare to speak to the Captain like that.

"The stories are all true. He is no legend." Levi continues, not answering your complaints at all. Your hands clenched into fists, you wait for a response to your accusations, but his next sentence leaves you stunned and Nifa blushing.

“I lived with him, back when I was a kid.”

“Yeah, really funny, sir. This isn't really the time to be making jokes.” She replies, clearly trying to lighten the mood, but she also seems uncomfortable. You know this wasn't a joke, he's serious.

"He's here, isn't he?" You echo his thoughts, resting your body next to his as you look up at him with pleading eyes. That's when you notice something crawling up the roof, and as you turn to look at the figure, a cold shower runs down your back as you are confronted with a golden rifle pointed directly at your head. Levi is much quicker than you could ever be, as he throws himself over you, screaming for Nifa at the same timeTwo shots ring in your ears as you are pushed behind the rocky chimney, out of reach of the bullets. Nifa wasn't so lucky and you can barely contain your worry as you see her body lying motionless on the roof. At a closer look you are able to make out the hole in her head and pool of blood covering her surroundings. She's dead. More shots ring out around the buildings and you close your eyes as more of your comrades die, something you couldn't have foreseen.

"Long time, Levi." A sinister voice taunts from behind you and steps in your direction, indicating that the attacker is closing in on you, possibly trapping you. "Stay close to me." Levi whispers as he holds you against his form, protecting you from potential harm.

“Still a runt, or have you grown some?” The stranger taunts your captain, reloading his guns and getting ready to kill. It all happens too fast, as suddenly a dozen armed MPs appear in the air, using a special kind of equipment to navigate through the narrow buildings.

"Nope. Don't look like you've changed much at all, boy.” The man appears above you, using his own ODM to get to your side of the roof much faster. Captain Levi acts quickly as he recklessly pushes you aside, pulls his blade from its sheath and throws it at the man. A loud and angry "Kenny!" comes from his mouth as he lunges at the larger man. Unfortunately, the man who appears to be the Kenny Levi spoke of moments ago is able to dodge the attack and fires a second time, narrowly missing your shoulder. You yelp as Levi throws you down on the roof with him, telling you once again to stay close. You wouldn't dare do anything else in a situation like this.

The ensuing chase through Trost leaves little time to think about anything but maneuvering through the buildings, streets and alleyways. You've never used so much gas at once in your life, fearing you might run low on it soon, but there is no way you would be able to out-trick them otherwise. It's a group of skilled men and women, all of whom seem to know your best move. Before you know it, one of them aims at you, and the drawn weapon grazes your shoulder. Shocked by the painful impact, you duck a little too far and slam your leg into a nearby wagon. You can barely feel the pain as you slow down, unable to follow Captain Levi as he maneuvers into a building to hide from Kenny the Ripper. You, on the other hand, are quickly caught by the said man, his tight grip grabbing you by the hair as he pulls you violently down in the air, crushing you to the ground. The pain leaves you breathless and for a moment you can't move, almost as if you were glued to the hard, stony road.

You're barely aware of what's happening when you're pulled up by your hair and your back is pressed against a chest, a hard metal edge against the side of your head. You feel dizzy, but the mem doesn't seem to care as he pushes you forward, making you groan in pain and almost topple over if it wasn't for the way he's holding you up so roughly.

"Now look at what we have here." The taller man speaks, leaning forward to get a better look at your face, inspecting you closely.

"Aren't you that psychic chick that was all over the papers? I bet the MPs wouldn't be too disappointed if I brought you to them as well, considering how they love to fawn over you." Kenny growls as he follows you into the pub, keeping an eye out for your Captain. He must have found a hiding place, probably behind the bar, not creative but certainly useful. The Ripper won't kill you, he's made that clear, but you're still not off the hook, and given his words, your options aren't good either. What could he mean by "they like to fawn over you"?

"What a good subordinate you have here, Levi. Obedient and naturally submissive. I bet you've ruined her already, haven't you? Heard stories of your little escapades in the underground. To tell you the truth, I never took you for that kind of man. His words shock you to the core and you tremble in his grip, not sure what he means.

"Let her go." Levi speaks from behind the bar, a certain anger in his deep yet raspy voice.

“We found something we enjoyed doing. It's just that simple. Every man needs himself a hobby, maybe the only fulfillment we'll ever find in this wretched world.” While Kenny picks up a chair with one hand, he still holds you close and speaks to Levi as only a father figure would.

"Oh, I see. Is that why you blew off my people's heads then? Because it's fulfilling?" The Captain wonders, and you notice a shift in his voice, a mixture of anger and mockery towards the man holding you hostage. You try to wriggle out of his grip, but it is no use, he seems even stronger than Captain Levi himself.

“Yep. To achieve my grand goal I'll kill as many as get in my way. And you are no different; you kill too when it benefits you.” Your captor announces, leaving you gasping at the revealed truth you suspected the moment he told his troops to kill any potential threat, even if it turned out to be human. If Levi was telling the truth about Kenny, then this man would certainly know a few things about him and had no reason to lie.

"Yes." Levi breathes and without thinking throws a loaded gun over the counter, aims it at Kenny and fires. In shock, the man blocks it with the wooden stool, but the force throws him and you back, a loud noise ringing in your ears from the impact. The lanky killer lands on the street, apparently unconscious, while you hit the ground in place, groaning as Levi rushes to your side, urging you to get up and follow him out the window.

He has tracked down the remaining members of Kenny's squad and, thanks to his equipment, is able to kill most of them. The MPs can use guns all they want, but nothing can challenge Levi and his blades. He’s fast, easily outsmarts his targets and protects you from further damage. It's hard for you to follow him now, your body still aging from the fall you took. But in that moment you realize something: Levi is loyal to his new team, but he's protective of you, keeping you close like this. And you are determined to find out why, and what Kenny meant by his bizarre words to your Captain.

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A short interaction I wrote between Henry and Butch about Patrick

Tw: Bruises, abuse, blood, cuts, Butch Bowers, toxic henpat

It was 11 AM on a saturday, and the Bowers house was still dark as a sewer drain. The warm sunlight from the windows hit the floor to illuminate the room, but even natural sunlight was not nearly enough to make the pig sty of a house feel like a home. Today was like any other day in the Bowers residence, everything was right where it was supposed to be, as if Henry and Butch had been plopped down in predesignated spots like dolls. They sat on the couch together, not talking, entranced by the cold blue glow of the tv. Nothing good was ever on tv at this time, not that public access television was ever that good to begin with, but at least on late nights you could find some decent adult programming. Right now it was all shitty kids shows, probably ran by people who shouldn't be within 25 feet from a school zone, so Butch and Henry were stuck learning colors and watching unfunny clowns preform for screaming kids on a bench until around 6 o' clock.

Henry wasn't too focused on the tv though, he was watching, but he wasn't really paying attention. He was much more focused on the bowl of oatmeal he was stuffing in his face, almost like he expected Butch to reach over and take it from him. He was pretty famished though, his stomache had been rumbling since he woke up, and lord knows Butch Bowers would never cook breakfast. That was a woman's job, and when there wasn't a woman around to do the job, it was Henry's. They sat in silence for a little while longer, until Butch suddenly turned his head to look Henry up and down. As per usual, Butch's eyes were only ever locked into one specific emotion whenever they landed on Henry: contempt. Suddenly his eyes stopped on one specific part of Henry's body, transfixed on his right wrist that he was currently using to shovel strawberry oatmeal down his throat. Butch cocked his head to the side and squinted at Henry. "You're not very sneaky son." He said plainly, and right on cue, Henry's entire body went stiff.

Despite the vauge statement, his son's suddenly panicked face indicated that he knew exactly what he was talking about, which only made it worse when he inevitably tried to deny it. "What-" Henry coughed, nearly choking on his food as he put his spoon back in the empty bowl with a clink. "What are you talking about?" He said, trying and failing to hide his terror. "I raised you, I know when somethings different about you. Your stupid braclets are on one side of your arm now, you've never done that before. You're hiding something." He grumbled, grabbing an open can of beer from the end table and taking a swig.

Henry blinked in shock then tried to deny it again with a nervous laugh "That doesn't mean-" but suddenly, Butch lunged for him, and Henry instinctively flinched. Fortunately for Henry, this did not result in a punch or slap like it usually would, but Butch did grab his wrist and pull it over to his side of the sofa. His muscular calloused hands squeezed down hard enough that Henry wanted to yell "you're hurting me!" but stopped himself. Butch wasn't a man who could listen to reason, and in fact, to Butch, "you're hurting me" was basically like saying "Good job!" and would have encouraged him to do it more. He used his fingers to scooch Henry's bracelets down his arm, his fingernails and the thick leather of the bracelets causing even more pain to him as they inched down his arm. After what felt like an eternity of burning, scratching, and writhing, the pain finally stopped, but Henry's shame quickly took it's place as Butch stumbled upon his secret, and there was no way for Henry to hide it anymore.

There were big bruises on his wrists, and even a big cut on the back, like some one wanted to cut him but didn't wanna risk slitting a vein open. Henry had attempted to cover up what the bracelets couldn't hide with make up yesterday, but that was now rubbed off too, and even then, Butch could tell. Seeing bruises on Henry was typical, in fact, Butch was often the cause of these bruises, but Butch was always very careful to only do it on the torso where they could be easily hidden. Whoever caused this had been sloppy though, real sloppy, maybe even wanted them to see the bruises for some weird reason. For a brief moment he considered the possibility that Henry might have done this himself, but that was quickly dismissed. Henry was too much of a pussy to ever hurt himself, he could barely handle Butch's beatings with out whining. Besides, Henry knew if he did some embarrassing cry baby attention seeking shit like that then Butch would have to buckle down and give him something to really cry about.

Eventually Butch unclenched his grip and allowed Henry to break away, leaving him to cower and rub his wrist on the far end of the sofa like an abused housewife. A twinge of shame and pain flashed across his face as he rubbed and whimpered like a scared dog, something Butch found both pitiful and incredibly annoying. Those bruises on his wrist could only be from one person in this stupid town, Henry might have been a little pansy but he was big for his age, so the only person who could hurt him like this would have to be some one taller than him, and more importantly, some one who he'd actually let hurt him. Butch crossed his arms and frowned, making the already humiliated and scared Henry feel even worse.

"So, who did that?" he asked, not a hint of concern for Henry's well being. "I... don't know." Henry mumbled, letting his voice go a little soft like he always did when his dad caught him in a bad situation. "But it was probably you, sometimes you get-" "Bullshit." Butch interuppted, insulted by the accusation. Butch might have been a crazy abusive drunk, but he could always recognize his own work on Henry, and those bruises were not his. "It's him, isn't it? It's from that Hockstetter fag you hang out with. I know it is." Butch said, so disgusted it was a miracle he didn't spit in his fucking eye.

Henry looked down to the floor, no longer able to deny the truth, but still desperate to cling onto his last shreds of dignity. Henry groaned, growing a little angry and defensive "it's not a big deal! He said he was sorry..." that was a blatant lie though, and Butch knew it, Patrick never apologized for anything unless it benifited him in some way. He'd apologize to adults anytime he got in trouble, but he never meant it, he was just very good at manipulating others to get what he wanted, and those manipulative tendencies leaked into every facet of his life, including sex. He got sex through manipulative means and the sex itself was a form of manipulation, but Henry just couldn't find a way to ever say no to him. Everything they did seemed to cross a boundry, and yet, everytime, Henry still found himself asking if it was really bad enough to warrant putting his foot down. It always started the exact same way too, first it would be pretty normal, then it'd get rough, and then it'd get violent, and then it'd be over before it ever really started, and Henry was beginning to like it less and less each time.

"Do you have pig shit for brains, son?" Butch questioned, catching Henry so off gaurd he thought he misheard him at first. "Huh?" he stammered, and Butch sighed at his own sons stupidity "I only ask 'cause i'd never be fucking brain dead enough to be friends with a guy who beat the shit out of me." he continued, getting up with a grunt to go get himself his third beer from the fridge. Whatever, it was certainly better than asking him to go get it, but it did kinda seem like the only reason he went to fetch it himself was so he didn't have to look at Henry anymore. To anyone else that would have sounded almost cartoonishly cruel, but for Henry that was just the kind of shit his dad liked to do, and had been doing to him for years.

Henry lowered his head and clenched his fists, beginning to quietly seethe with anger he would no doubt let out on Mike Hanlon or Bill Denborough later on. He shook ever so slightly as his rage boiled inside him "well- you hit mom and expected her to stay..." He mumbled, regret hitting him like a truck the instant the worlds left his mouth. Butch spontaneously let the beer in his hands slip out of his fingers, sending the bottle plummeting to the floor where it bursted into a big mess of booze and broken glass. The sound was so loud and out of nowhere, Henry jumped from his seat in fright and skittered away from the couch. He'd been afraid of that sound for a while now, ever since Butch got a little too drunk one night and threw an empty bottle at him, he'd found any kind of breaking glass noise horrifying. He thankfully missed him, but it was still a pretty fucking awful thing for a kid to experience, and it left some lasting damage on his psyche.

Butch whipped his head around to glance back at Henry while he knelt down to the broken glass, a difficult feat for some one as large and out of shape as him, but one he still managed to accomplish regardless. "That's different, women need to be hit so they don't get out of line, if they don't get hit they don't learn. You're just a fucking idiot who thinks when some one beats you it means they like you." butch shouted over his shoulder, poking at the shards of glass but never daring to actually clean it. Henry nervously swallowed and stared off to the side, racking his brain as he tried to understand it all. He furrowed his brows as his lip quivered, unsure of what to say but not quite content with the awful silence that filled the room.

He sighed and hung his head, still shaking and still silently enraged. "Yeah... wonder where I could have possibly gotten a stupid idea like that..." Henry muttered, letting his gaze drift down to the floor and away from his father. Suddenly, Butch rose up and put his hands on his hips, his face twisting into a repulsed grimace. At this point, Henry fully expected to be screamed at, beaten, and kicked out of the house, all in that order, but butch managed to do none of those. Instead, he just stood and stared at him in scornful silence to show his disappointment.

He glowered at him, balling his hands into tight fists ready to strike and shook his head "you know what? I take it back." said Butch, breifly catching Henry's attention again with the smallest bit of false hope. "Maybe this hockstetter kid has the right idea about you! after all, you were always a bit girly, maybe you need a good smacking every now to knock some snese into you." He elaborated, and that small bit of false hope Henry had flew right out the window, because of course it did. His father turned back to the broken glass and groaned, gesturing at Henry to look at it and do something. "God, Why don't you do something actually useful and clean this shit up? I'm sick of looking at it." he "asked", but really it was more of an order, an order he knew damn well Henry would never have the guts to say no to.

He hesitated there for a moment, shifting his weight from side to side on each foot before eventually giving up and giving into his fathers command. Even when Henry complied Butch didn't even have the decency to stick around and see him clean, he grabbed his coat and ran out the front door with out a word, probably off to go get wasted somewhere else. But that was fine, it didn't matter if he left or not, I mean, it did kind of hurt but Henry didn't really care, just like how he didn't care if Patrick hurt him sometimes. He was used to hurting, in the same way he was used to hurting others. Henry was durable. He was strong. He could handle himself just fine with or without his fathers input.... or at least, that's what Henry liked to think to himself. In reality, if all of that were true, then Henry wouldn't be in this situation right now. Groveling down on his knees, sniffling back sobs as he scooped little pieces of broken glass into a dust pan, the tiniest bits of blood dropping down his fingers with each new bit he tossed...

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Can I Stay? (A Baekhyun Story) Part 11.

Pairing: You x Baekhyun

Rating: M (Mature Content)

Word Count: 6.8K

Warnings: the most dialogue I've ever put in a single story, wtf. A chapter that would not behave.

A romance between two adults with an unspecified age difference between them, an English story that uses the word Noona for lack of another word in English that carries the same feeling, if you don’t like this, then don’t read this story.

Tag List: @andimoon @his-mochi-cheeks

Links: Part 1, …. , Part 10, Part 11, Part 12

You had taken your usual seat opposite the familiar faces of this elite management team at the big round table. At the head of the table, in his usual spot was President Byun who smiled a friendly greeting when you walked in and did your best to return it.

That smile that you forced, right in the face of the President of this company whose rules you’d trampled on, right in the face of the loving father of the man you’d shamelessly fallen in love with; that smile felt about as dirty as anything you’d ever done.

Ever done to someone as unsuspecting and undeserving as President Byun — someone who’d only ever shown you respect, faith, and genuine encouragement as you fought your way to get to the position you were now.

You’d always considered yourself different. You’d always held yourself to a high standard of cleanliness and perfection at work; that you were somehow not the same as some of the others who’s rumored shameful stories had been whispered from lips to ears in the secluded hallways and secret corners where the gossip brought out the worst in people — both the subjects and the sharers.

But now —

You looked across the table at the eager smile of Manager Hwang with the uniform, unnaturally colored Hollywood teeth that filled his mouth and took away whatever was left of his humanity. He wagged two sculpted eyebrows at you and that smile widened when his eyes did. You’d heard he’d often use his influence and power on some of the fresher interns that came in. You’d always avoided the man not only due to the reputation; but you didn't like the way he looked at you. And still you’d always thought you were somehow better than him, deep down inside you always felt it before.

But now — were you just the same? Did he get away with it all because he preyed on the weak ones; the ones without power and without influence? Unlike you who’d set your sights high on the Prince of this very kingdom?

Your meeting was starting, you could see the chairs beginning to fill up and the clock on the wall told you there was only three minutes until it began.

You’d kept your eyes on the doorway, desperate for and also dreading to see that familiar head of hair. You’d realized too long after you’d left that stairwell that you didn’t have any of your meeting materials with you, having left them behind with the desperate pleas of the man you ran away from.

There was a minute left. Throats were being cleared. The rustling of papers was settling and chairs shifted as they were pulled up to the table. Your mind was beginning to enter into some very slight panic the closer you came to having to begin this meeting without any of your supplies in hand.

“Miss Manager?” An unfamiliar voice called out beside you and you turned toward the sound. You knew her face. This was the assistant friend that Baekhyun had shared a meal with alone. Her smile was sweet and her face was pretty. The rumors that they looked good together were spot on. You could see it too, as much as you wish you couldn’t.

“Assistant Byun had to step away, but he asked me to give this to you. I think he is not feeling well.”

You didn’t blame him for running away. You’d done it to him too.

You raised your eyebrows in question, feeling entirely too drained for much more than that.

“I’m Assistant Cha,” she lifted a hand to lay over her chest, “or just Sunny. It’s lovely to meet you, by the way, I’ve heard so many good things.” Her voice had a soft ring to it. Her compliment felt genuine and you heard notes of sunshine and rainbows that danced on the cadence of her voice. Your nose caught a light fragrance of something fruity when she dipped her head. She looked so pretty and she even smelled pretty. You smiled robotically from underneath your own little stormcloud, thanking her for the bag.

Where did he go? The worry for him overshadowed that gratitude that you felt that he’d somehow still managed to consider your well-being despite the turmoil that he must be feeling right now. The echoes of his desperation played again inside your memory; the way he held on to your hand as he begged you for clarity. Of course he would be upset. You’d left him back there without any answers at all. You didn't even have any answers for yourself.

Everything you needed for this meeting was inside this bag. You could get through it now; thanks to Baekhyun. You could put aside the upset inside of your chest for an hour and go through these motions. This you could manage. You didn't have any solutions for anything else, but this you could do.

They called this an Idea Sesh. A silly trendy name for a round table discussion in which each person presented their fresh new ideas that would revolutionize the world. By world they meant the company and by revolutionize they meant add a few zeros to the profit margin.

Your mind grasped on feebly to every other word. It wasn’t your finest hour. You closed your eyes and inhaled a trembling breath and you hoped nobody needed you to be inspiring or amazing today because you just did not have it. They all spoke animatedly when it was their turn, bouncing thoughts and replies off each other. You sat in your seat ruminating in your mind without the benefit of any other perspectives to help you out.

Should you ignore it and pray for the problem to just go away on its own? You hadn’t been caught yet, you could just continue on as you had been doing, walking on a tightrope extended between two skyscrapers bracing for the next swift wind to send you careening to your death. You had already found out that the man had next to no self control when it came to you and you…you were just so very weak to him in every way. Clearly this wasn’t working. It was only a matter of time.

If the close proximity was the problem; if the two of you were working side by side every single day in a closed space with all of the lust and desire and temptation that came along with the closeness, what were your options?

Should you just resign? Just turn and run away? Wouldn't that be the most thorough solution? Definitely not a financially sound decision to make. You didn't even have anything else lined up. You’d lose everything you had built. It would all have been for nothing.

Should you fire him? On what grounds? Legally, someone had to have done something wrong to be terminated. There was a procedure for that. There had to be evidence and well, Baekhyun hadn’t done a single thing that you could write in that line on the FD0651 - Termination of Employment form. Lord knows you've done plenty. Could you fire yourself?

You heard your name and it nagged and bothered you; like a fly buzzing around your head.

Should you end it with him? Should you give him up and tell him it was over? You would have to lie and tell him that you just didn't love him anymore; or maybe you never really did. You’d had your fun and you got your fill and now it would be best if you both went your separate ways. Would he even believe you? Would you even survive that? Just the thought of that made your chest constrict. The idea of that grabbed ahold of your throat and squeezed down hard enough to break.

All of these sounded bad.

A gentle hand placed on your forearm brought you into the present and you were up. You were caught by your own inaction and you looked around at the curious eyes that watched you with passive smiles on their faces. You replied quickly with an apologetic smile and you did your best to clear out the acrid taste in the back of your throat at the idea of letting go of the sweetest love you had ever known.

You had to blink a few times for your eyes to focus on the words printed on the papers in your hands. As you began reading, you recognized the very particular pattern of phrasing that Baekhyun used in his writing.

You recalled working on this with him at your home. You were speaking out loud and he was typing on your laptop as you both sat on your loveseat. There were several ideas listed here and you remembered you hadn’t gotten through all of them in a single setting as you had both foolishly been otherwise occupied. As you read on, between the third and fourth point; your mind flashed hot with the memory of you straddling his waist; his fingertips digging in hard enough to leave marks as he slipped inside.

The man was so impossibly intertwined with everything that even reading from this paper had your mind struggling to extract him. It was no wonder you couldn't keep your head on straight around him. The sex had been part of the work. You’d been a damn fool to mix the two.

You made it through your part but just barely, hearing the quiet uncertainty in your own voice for the first time in years had you hanging your head in disbelief that you could sink this low.

You spent the rest of the time avoiding the curious eyes of a few half-interested managers, who eventually gave up and likely attributed your odd behavior to just an off-day.

The meeting was adjourned. It was over. Nobody sought you out for a friendly chat. Your performance did not come anywhere close to meeting your own standards and you received no reasons from anyone else to linger behind.

Your phone was empty of any notifications of any new messages that might tell you where he had gone.

Your feet carried you down the long hallway of the 11th floor to the north end and you cautiously pulled the doorway open to that stairwell; your silly heart wondering if you might still find him inside in the exact same place that you had left him.

But it was empty, of course.

You took the stairs down and even with such careful deliberately slow steps you still found yourself at your floor too quickly. You didn’t feel ready to be here. You still had no messages or missed calls waiting on your phone. Where had he gone?

Still, your feet carried you back.

When you entered your team’s section they paid you very little attention. If they noticed it was odd that you traveled alone, they gave no signs of it.

It took you two steps toward your office for you to realize that your blinds, which had been open all day long, were all closed. Your door which had also been left open much of the day was shut and that room that sat at the end of your journey had been closed up tight like a tomb.

A whirlwind began to blow inside of the hollow your chest and your legs had stopped moving forward.

The bag you carried felt suddenly too heavy and you let it sag and rest lightly against the floor. The air that you pulled into your lungs so carelessly now felt too heavy and sticky to come back out but you forced it. A rough exhaled breath clamored and clawed and clung to the edges of your lungs; fighting the entire way out and you closed your eyes until every single bit of it was gone from your body and you felt lightheaded from all of the effort.

You tightened your grip around the handle of that bag and you heaved with all of your might, lifting it back up to your waist level; pushing your stubborn feet into that next step and you inhaled another sickening breath inside of your lungs, forcing yourself through this so you could get to that door.

You would find him inside. That place; your place, was his only refuge.

Just outside of your door, you caught the eyes of Sandi and lifted a hand to point with your quiet question. “Is Assistant Byun inside?”

She nodded her head, holding her tongue and stifling whatever curiosity she had in her eyes.

“Sandi, I will be in a meeting. No disruptions, please.”

“Yes ma’am,” she called out and you tried your office door knob, finding that it was unlocked.

A beam of light flooded into the dark room when you entered. Just as quickly as you came in, you closed the door behind you. It was so dark inside that there would have been no way to conceal your arrival even if you were trying to go unnoticed.

The window shades were pulled down and the room was as dark as one could make it in the middle of the afternoon during office hours in a building that was very much not asleep.

You knew he was in here but your eyes had not adjusted in time before you heard a small sound.

The sound of a shaking human breath pulled in deep. The sound of that breath being held.

“Baekhyun?” You whispered.

Your eyes were adjusting and you could make out the shape of him seated with his head down in his hands on the couch that sat in the middle of your office. You caught some motion. You heard the sibilance of the fabric of his suit when he pushed himself to stand up on two shaky legs.

You reached a hand out for the light in the wall and lightly grazed over the smooth plastic switch with your fingertips; somehow hesitant to press hard enough to turn them on the more your eyes began to take in with the limited light that seeped through the cracks in the blinds. His hands moved to push something white into his pocket and there was the sound of something terrible in his voice as he cleared his throat, opened his mouth and forced out a single word.

“Noona,” he said through a stuffed up nose and a thick upset obvious in his voice.

He inhaled a raspy breath to speak again. It might have sounded like exhaustion, but you knew he had been crying. The sound of it pulled against your esophagus as your stomach dipped hard.

“I’m — sorry I missed the meeting. Did it — go okay?”

His words stuttered on their way out. He was forcing himself to speak through it. How long had he been this upset for? And all alone too. Your arms itched to reach for him; your hands begged for the warmth of his back. Regret surged inside of you; hot and vile. Your words in the stairwell, the hasty retreat from him as he begged you to stay and talk to him. You knew he was a sensitive and sweet man; it was part of why you loved him so completely. You should have tempered yourself. You should have tried harder to control the situation so he didn’t have to be feeling this pain right now.

“No,” you answered his question with quiet honesty.

Baekhyun cleared his throat again. “Oh,” he said; offering no follow up except for his quiet breathing.

“Can I turn on the light?”

“Okay,” he said after a long pause.

You flipped the switch; flooding the room with harsh fluorescent lighting that he squinted through even though it looked like he had his eyes closed when you turned them on.

He looked about as upset as you had felt inside for the past hour. Maybe you were better at hiding it but you could also feel what he was feeling. The close call in the stairs; the rash emotions that surged through your body; the self blaming and self hatred that made you feel sick. His nose, lips, eyes, cheeks were all pink and he slowly inhaled deep and licked his lips before you saw the signs that he was going to say something.

“Noona,” he began, his flighty eyes shifted around the floor space never once looking up into your waiting face. “Noona, what can I do — how can I fix this?”

He had been blaming himself, of course. You swallowed and closed your eyes. There was a tremble behind your eyelids that seemed to keep you from being able to close them comfortably. Behind your eyeballs and all around your brain felt like a jumble of static. You shook your head back and forth. This wasn’t his doing.

“You didn’t break anything, Baekhyun.”

His eyes closed up tightly and he tilted his head back; inhaling slow and deeply as he moved his jaw back and forth, clearly taking some exception to your response.

“But I — I made you go in there. I’m the one who can’t control myself, I’m the spoiled fucking brat —” He had been in here blaming himself for everything. A misplaced martyr without an audience to entertain his false beliefs or to set him straight.

“No. You aren’t,” you openly and quickly disagreed with him, purposefully lowering your voice in hopes that he would understand that while the closed door and closed blinds gave the illusion that you were both free to speak, this office wasn’t actually that soundproof.

You dropped it even lower still; almost to a whisper; taking two steps closer to where he stood in front of the couch. “You and I — we both played an equal part. We both stupidly gave in, we always give in to each other too easily, Baek. It’s obvious that something needs to change.”

He had his eyes down on your lips as you spoke and his tongue darted out before he spoke again, much quieter this time, having realized what you had also known; that this was not the kind of conversation that the rest of the office needed to witness.

When he spoke again, his words sounded desperate; more of the same pleading tone that haunted you all through your memories of that stairwell. He was looking at you now, at last. His desperation had pulled the deep brown of his eyes well into your own and the burden of those eyes pleaded and begged against yours. You felt choked by it.

“Tell me what to do. Tell me what I can do so you don’t say what I’m terrified you are going to say.”

You knew what he was afraid of. You’d actually considered it for a moment. It sounded horrible. You weren't a cruel woman. You loved him so much that this; that him being so upset at the mere thought of a break-up, was nearly unbearable for you to take. So you were quick to set him right. You had to be quick to stop this look on his face.

“I’m not going to do that. I don't want to do that.” You shook your head and closed your eyes, trying to rid yourself of the feeling that surged through you when you thought of losing him forever. You couldn't maintain eye contact. He was watching your face so closely as you spoke of these terrible things.

You heard him inhale a deep chest filling breath and on the exhale you heard the first real bits of a change in him. It was the sound of relief. It coated you in warmth to hear. This is what had upset him; the possibility of losing you. Just as you had balked at the idea of losing him. This was the sound of his fears abated.

“I did consider it for a moment, that we should b-break—u-up” you felt your own voice crack through the burden of having to say it outloud with your own mouth. The last word didn’t even come out with any sound.

“You can’t even say it,” he said in a quiet response. In his voice was a new sound that pushed his words out. You could hear the hope on his tongue, taking all of those bad feelings in him and pushing them away like he was just waking up from a dream.

“I can't even think of it. It makes me sick,” you inhaled to speak under your breath and you felt the lightest touch of his soft fingertips graze over the back of your hand that hung at your side.

You pulled your hand away, desperately needing this man not to touch any part of you right now so you could get through the rest of this conversation and accomplish something that brought you closer to a resolution. You knew very well that the problem was far from solved. If things stayed as they were, you’d both find yourself in trouble again and again.

“But--”

He inhaled a sharp breath through his nose when you flinched away from him.

“But?” The alarm was back on his voice with this one word.

“We can't keep this up. Baekhyun something has to change, we cannot do this anymore.” You said it with conviction. It was still somewhat flimsy but you’d already made up your mind and there was no going back now. You were simply out of any other options.

His body mirrored your flinch when your strong declaration was out.

“Wait, what is this? I thought you said you weren’t going to — we aren’t breaking up, right? I won't accept it.” His voice had lifted in volume and he took on a confrontational tone. It was too loud and you lifted a hand in front of his face, motioning a palm downward with your eyes wide.

He dropped his words to a whisper, “please don't take yourself out of of my life.”

“I mean this here. In this office. Side by side. Just me and you. Working together. I don't think we can work together anymore, Baekhyun.”

It took a long while of him watching your face for the realization of what you meant to sink in. And when it sank, it made a splash. He was whirling in place as your words worked through his whole body. Agitation rolled over his shoulders and down his spine and his feet steadied his balance through the change to keep him upright. Baekhyun understood now.

“Are you firing me?” He pulled his arms up across his chest, and he took a step back and away from you. His eyes had hardened and narrowed as he absorbed your meaning. His brows furrowed and his body tensed all over.

This was hard. You felt your own body react and lifted a hand, needing to somehow defend your words and what you actually meant by them.

“I can’t fire you,” you said, “not officially. It’s not like I can write ‘I fell in love and, whoops, I just can’t seem to keep my clothes on around him’ as your official reason for termination.”

He was watching your face closely again and slowly and little by little you watched as the tension in his body lessened. His shoulders relaxed and his arms sagged.

“But—” you inhaled another breath, biting down on your bottom lip as you emphasized the words you were saying. “But, we have got to separate the work from the — sex,” the last word came out in a scandalized and nearly inaudible whisper.

“Do you know what popped into my mind during the meeting today? As I was reading off ideas… between points three and four—” you lifted an eyebrow and your mouth hung open as a flush filled the surface layer of your skin, “when we were writing it…between three and four…”

Baekhyun lifted a hand to his face, lightly touching over his parted lips with his fingers.

“Oh,” he mumbled from under the fingertips. His glassy eyes had a little tremble in them.

“Yeah,” you said through gritted teeth and a pointed look in your eyes.

“Shit,” he said as he bit down on his bottom lip and turned his face away from you.

“Yeah.”

You looked at him and he looked at you and you both stood like a pair of statues glued to the floor of this office. Even though you had technically never had sex in this here, the sex itself had been so very intertwined with the work, it felt impossible to ever truly separate the effects he had on you from any of the work you produced together.

You were right about this.

And he knew it. His next words seemed a lot like acceptance.

“So I’m getting axed for sleeping with the boss. Isn’t it supposed to go the other way? Shouldn’t I be moving up, not being kicked out?”

“You can move up. I’ll find you something better than an assistant.” You shrugged. You meant it. You’d already thrown out all of your professional ethics when you started sleeping with your assistant. You weren’t about to start following the rules now that you had to find some new place to send him. You’d send him someplace grand. Someplace with a little bit of respect that came with a title perhaps. Just the idea had a small smile forming on your lips.

Baekhyun wasn’t waiting for you to decide now, instead he was moving through the room; reaching for the bag you’d left by the door when you came in here. He lifted it to the small table he usually occupied in the corner of your office and was digging through it for something.

You watched curiously as he smiled at last and pulled out a single sheet of paper and closed in on you with a bright smile on his pretty face.

Your curiosity pulled your eyes down to the sheet he had just placed inside your waiting hand and on that page was a resume.

You saw in the upper corner the pretty smiling face of Sunny, his friend, Assistant Cha who had delivered the bag for him when he was unable to. As you read through it, his fingertip pointed to the picture of the girl in the top corner.

“She is good. She’s smart. She’s very quick and insightful. She’s talented and her current assignment is expiring in one week. She’s not being renewed which means she is available.”

You tried to ignore the tiny sting you felt hearing the man list off so very many compliments as you read through her resume. She was indeed younger than him without nearly as many internships or accolades as Baekhyun’s resume had boasted. But he had indeed been an unusual case.

“Should I?” You had to admit, you had grown to trust Baekhyun’s judgment after working with him for months and he wasn’t one to build someone up without facts and personal experiences to back it up.

“Also she’s not a man.” He said with a little tilt of his head and a teasing smile building on his face. It caught you off guard and you shot him an incredulous look.

Did he just…?

Your eyes narrowed in response and you dropped focus on the resume with a genuine scoff.

“—the hell do you mean by that?”

He tilted his head again, this time in the opposite direction and his teasing smile widened.

“You have a history, Noona.” He extended his hands outward, obviously referring to himself standing right in front of you as irrefutable evidence to make his point. He was shaking his head back and forth with his lips pulled tightly — oh, the shame of it.

You knew he was only joking but it still irked you, clearly this was its intended effect. You reached out and swatted him as roughly as you could with the flimsy paper and he giggled lightly and backed out of the way, evading the smack easily.

“Excuse me? You kissed me first. If anyone here has a history—”

You had rounded your desk and pulled out your chair, glancing through your computer for the company directory, scrolling by the names of several people, some that owed you a favor or two, that might be looking for a talented individual. “We should definitely avoid placing you with any ladies. Especially older ones. Let’s check for openings. How would you like to go into advertising? You can work with Ben.”

As you scrolled, Baekhyun had taken his spot behind you, leaning over your shoulders to look at your screen.

“So is this why you were having lunch alone with Sunny the other day?”

You were scrolling rather aimlessly, searching for the perfect match but your mind was dwelling on the smiling photo of the girl on that paper that sat on your desk.

“Uhh,” he said as he pulled the resume toward him and looked down at it for a few seconds and he looked at your face for a few more seconds with a smallish tick of his head, almost as if he had picked up on something in your voice with your question about Sunny. You were pretty sure you had kept all of the words as neutral as possible when you asked. There was no way he picked up on anything you didn’t mean to imply with the very innocent and simple question you had just asked him. Maybe you had been too casual when you asked and the ultra casual tone had looped back around to sounding suspicious.

“Kind of. I knew my detail would end soon and her contract is ending very soon. I wasn't sure it would work out like this though. I didn't realize you were going to fire me. I’ll have to warn her about your temper. Why did you say the word alone like that just now? Was it significant that we ate lunch alone?”

Damn him.

You shrugged in response. Casual and not that invested in this. This was the aura you were channeling and trying your absolute best to portray.

You had to close your eyes and inhale a breath. It was less than casual of you. He made a little questioning whine from the back of his throat when he noticed.

“What was that just now, Noona? Something is weird.”

Maybe you should send him to Chet’s office.

“Nothing is weird,” you said. You clicked on an opening with Sophie Choi and Baekhyun reached down before the page loaded and pressed the back arrow on your keyboard, sending your browser out of the job working side by side with his mortal enemy.

“Did it bother you that I ate alone with her? Noona, were you jealous?” He had his hands on your shoulders and he was shaking you back and forth in his excitement about the idea that you might have been jealous seeing him eating lunch with another woman.

“I’m sending you to Sophie Choi’s office.” You clicked on the same link and he was laughing harder now as if his little theory had somehow been validated by your petty reaction.

“Wait, how did you even know? I thought you ate lunch outside that day. I didn't see you in the cafeteria.”

His teasing mood seemed to have passed and he was looking down at you with genuine curiosity on his face. What should you tell him? The cafeteria was on a different floor from where you had supposedly been and you had absolutely no reason to have walked by and casually seen the two of them.

“I heard some of the office girls talking about you and her eating lunch alone together in the bathroom. Just some silly gossip. They said you both looked good together.”

His eyebrows furrowed and he pulled his face into a scowl.

“Is that — a thing that happens when two people just eat lunch? Is that normal?”

You shrugged, rolling your eyes a bit as a sort of defense before you opened your mouth to say your next bit, “If it’s you, it is. I’m not sure if you know this but you are quite popular with the office ladies. They even mentioned me and you.”

You knew you shouldn’t have said it. It was just a little too painful to talk about with him but your stupid mouth had taken on a mind of its own and the words were already out. Maybe deep down you actually wanted to tell him about it.

When he heard you he gasped quietly.

“Oh shit. What did they say? Are they suspicious of us? Do they know?”

You looked into his wide and panicky eyes and your lips pulled into a small smile as you lifted your hand to lay it lightly over his cheek. “Oh they had a lot of opinions but don't worry, they definitely don't suspect a thing.”

“Why? What did they say?”

You shook your head back and forth, “they said a lot but most of it was that you were way out of my league. I’m too old for you and would be pathetic to even dream of it. And mostly I should know my place.” You felt the smile you had on your face turning just a little bit sad but you couldn't help it.

When you were done listing all the things you had heard that day Baekhyun was quick to respond.

“They’re fucking idiots,” he said. His eyes dipped lower to catch yours when you looked away from him he sought you out again, “all of them. They’re wrong.”

“Yeah, I know,” you said, pushing the smile out of sad smile territory as best you could, you shook your head lightly to rid yourself of the feeling. “It just felt kinda bad when it happened though.”

You felt him then, his arms wrapped around your shoulders and he pulled you into his warmth and his security, slipping one arm between you and the chair and you sat there feeling just a little bit trapped by the hug, but feeling much more comforted by it.

“You should have told me when it happened. Why do you keep so much to yourself when you have me. You're not the manager of this relationship you know. You don't have to be strong with me.”

The physical contact felt too nice and your rational mind was instantly alerted to one more change you needed to make.

“Baek, do you think we can manage one more week of you working here? That way you can be here for the wrap and you can even attend the wrap party, those are always so much fun. But there is one thing I think we need to do…or not do.”

“Of course,” he said with his tight grip around your shoulders loosening some. He was shifting his position and he stood up and leaned his butt against your desk. “I told you I’d do anything.”

“No more sex,” you said quickly and you held your breath, expecting some sort of a response from him. None came so you kept speaking.

“None. Not while you are working here with me. I’m simply unable to focus on the work when I think about you in that way. And maybe if we just completely take it off the table of possibilities we can get through one more week of working together.”

“No sex?” He asked.

“None,” you agreed. “Not while you are here.”

You’d expected something from him. Anything, really. What you got was a light shrug of his shoulders and a nod of his head as if the man was completely unphased by your new condition. I mean, really it was only a week. When you considered the length of your brand new relationship though, and the sheer amount of sex you both had had together already, it felt to you like it might last a decade.

“We’re still dating though right? I can still call you and kiss you and hold you and maybe we can even go on a date.”

The man was surprising. You’d struggled with this part in your own head but he seemed to be taking it very well. It really wasn’t that big of a deal, and maybe this really would work for best.

“You took that very well,” you remarked and he laughed in one breath that puffed out of his chest.

“Baby, I just spent the last hour and half absolutely convinced I was getting dumped by the love of my life. Instead I got fired because my super sexy girlfriend cannot keep her hands off of me, which is very flattering in some weird way. I can handle a week. Won’t this be a normal thing for us anyway? You are a woman with cycles and all that.”

His little speech pulled a smile to your lips. Only baekhyun could pull this kind of happiness out of you. He was right. You were the one being unnecessarily dramatic about one week of abstinence. Maybe you were the one with the problem all along.

Your mood felt lifted. Your faith and love in him was substantiated again and again and you couldn’t help the way you rose up from your seat and rushed toward him. You heard the smallest of surprised grunts when you collided into him and wrapped your arms tightly around his middle, burying your face into his neck as you squeezed down tightly.

His arms wrapped tightly around you and you felt the security inside them. His face was close to where you’d tucked your chin over his collarbone and when he dipped and turned into you he inhaled a breath from within your hair, it went on for long enough to completely fill his lungs.

“Why didn’t we have the blinds closed all day? This is nice,” he said with his face tucked deeply inside of your hair.

“We would have had sex on the desk,” your reply was muffled by his dress shirt.

“We would have had sex on the desk,” he said flatly and in full agreement. It brought a small chuckle out of you.

“Does the ‘no sex’ start right away?”

You nodded your head up and down so he could feel it.

“What is our definition of sex? Kissing, touching, anything over the clothes is allowed?”

You inhaled a deep breath, smelling the way his cologne mixed with the warm scent of his skin. God he smelled good. You weren’t sure how much of his questions were joking and how much he was really trying to get away with, but you knew that once his hands got on you you wouldn’t be able to hold yourself back.

“Middle school textbook heavy petting and Bill Clinton’s definition of what doesn’t count as sex is allowed too?”

He had to be joking. It pulled another laugh out of you.

“Nothing you wouldn’t do in church or in front of your grandmother.”

His hands rubbed over your back now, slow circles running over your skin. You knew this embrace also had a count-down timer on it.

“Yes ma’am,” he whispered over your head and you pulled your face back and away from him just enough for him to do the same as you both looked into each other's eyes for what felt like much longer than should be allowed.

You felt the light fingertips land lightly below your chin and his thumb caressed gently over your bottom lip and he leaned into you. His lips parted over your own and he kissed you so carefully. You could feel his restraint. You returned his kiss you matched the restraint. The pull back from his mouth was slow and anguished though and despite the holding back from both sides you fully recognized the look of desire you saw deep inside those brown eyes and you knew you weren’t alone in being dramatic about the week to come.

“We should go,” you said as you closed your eyes briefly and clenched down on your jaw.

He nodded his head and swallowed. You backed away from him and took away all of that warmth you’d stolen from his body with you.

“Let’s go tell the team this is your last week so all the girls can cry.”

[To be Continued]

Links: Part 1 , ……, Part 10, Part 11, Part 12

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MERTHUR - BLOODLUST (a Merthur AU where Merlin is a vampire and a sorcerer, living under a roof with Arthur, who knows about his secrets. The prince left the family castle after a fallout with his father, who hates all supernatural creatures. Uther let his demon hunters terrorize the entire town. The friendship between the prince and the vampire stems from the night Arthur left the castle. Wasted, he ended up in a dark alley, where he would almost get killed by a bunch of werecreatures if it weren't for Merlin, who protected him and took him in until he sobered up. Since that night, they have looked after each other and tried to deal with their growing feelings for each other.)

"Holy Christ, you are bleeding!" Worried, Arthur dropped to his knees beside Merlin, who groaned as he applied pressure to the nasty gash in Merlin's side. Not because of the pain, but Arthur smelled delicious. Merlin's eyes focused on the throbbing vein in his friend's neck. Merlin wanted nothing more than to grab him by his silky blond hair and drag his throat to his mouth. Merlin's jaw ached as his fangs snapped free. Arthur's eyes widened. Of course he knew his friend was a vampire. Only, until today he'd never seen him like this. Usually, Merlin was a master in disguising his true identity.

Merlin felt his undead life draining from him as he cast a pleading look at his friend. "Please help me inside."

"Merlin, I..."

"Please."

Arthur never did what Merlin asked, and Merlin never said please. So that was a night of firsts. Arthur's heartbeat thundered in his chest as he grabbed him under his armpits to drag him over the threshold. Merlin could hear it but also smelled the blond's angst.

"Tell me what to do," Arthur said, ready to pull up his sleeve. Another first.

God, this man would die for him. Merlin shook his head. "I would kill you my noble friend in my current state, because you can't stop me from drinking. I would drain you to the very last drop." Shame barely broke through his thirst, as he licked his lower lip, teasing the tip of his fangs with his tongue. "There is blood in the freezer," Merlin whispered.

On his way to the kitchen Arthur almost tripped over his own feet. The artificial glow of the freezer light illuminated his silhouette that was wrapped in a cloud of condensation. Merlin's vision blurred. The next thing he knew, Arthur was shoving a bag of blood into his face. Every instinct in his undead body screamed to drag Arthur down and suck him dry. God, he smelled delicious, the warmth emanating from his body was more than tempting. Compared to his friend the packaged blood smelled like garbage.

Merlin tried to lift his arms. Due to the loss of blood his limbs disobeyed him. Humiliation paired with relief burned in Merlin's chest.

"Sorry, you have to feed me."

Raising one eyebrow, Arthur took the bag of blood, twisted the cap, and placed the nozzle in Merlin's mouth. Starving, Merlin closed his lips over it and also Arthur's fingers and sucked greedily. At the first burst of blood on his tongue, his hands shot up and he grabbed Arthur's wrists like a lifeline, forcing him into a half crouch as he swallowed. Merlin felt the energy flooding back into his body, counteracting the paralyses caused by the immense loss of blood. He didn't realize he was still sucking Arthur's fingers until the blond tried to pull his hand out of the crushing grip.

"Sorry," Merlin muttered, releasing his friend as his sanity returned.

Arthur sat back on his heels. He looked at his hands, unable to meet Merlin's gaze.

"Wanna tell me what happened?" he asked before clenching his jaw, still not looking at the vampire.

Merlin sat up slowly and tugged the ruined vest and shirt out of the way to watch his wound closing. The torn skin changed its color from black to pink and finally white. The scar was barely visible and would have disappeared in a few hours.

"Obviously someone wanted me dead."

"Care to elaborate?" Arthur kept digging.

"I got stabbed by one of your father's man. One of those useless vampire hunters." Merlin made a dismissive gesture.

"How in the world did he know you were a ..."

Arthur trailed off, the unspoken word hanging in the air like the sword of Damocles. To this day, Arthur had never uttered the word vampire in Merlin's presence. Merlin couldn't tell if it was denial or fear that kept him from saying it. Either way, it hurt.

"I bit him."

Arthur's brows shot up to his hairline. "I beg your pardon. You did what? But you told me you don't bite people."

"Well, in his case ... He asked me to," Merlin clarified. Trying not to be insulted as Arthur leaned away from him. Because he didn't want Arthur to see the hurt look on his face, Merlin climbed to his feet, holding on to the wall to keep himself upright. His head swam.

Arthur remained kneeling in front of him. His hands were on his knees. It shouldn't have been sexy, but damn if he didn't look like a servant, his blond unruly hair tickling his forehead, his full lips slightly parted. If he wanted he could unbutton the fly of Merlin's trousers, slide his fingers into the crease of Merlin's boxers and wrap those sinful lips around his...

Merlin shook his head, banishing the bloodlust. Arthur wasn't interested in Merlin sexually, and the vampire decided not to act on his silly crush. He was relieved when Arthur finally stood and walked into the kitchen to toss the empty blood bag into the bin and wash his hands. Any distance he put between them was a blessing.

"Why in the world would anyone ask to be bitten?" Arthur tried to sound curious. Only, the tension in his shoulders betrayed his disgust.

"Because it feels good," Merlin offered.

Arthur gave him a skeptical look in return. "Seriously?"

Merlin snorted, "Dear friend, you are doing a helluva job making me feel like a monster. But then thinking about how easy it had been to tear this asshole apart, I probably deserve to feel like one."

"You could have enchanted him," Arthur suggested.

"Nope. Not with the amount of vervain in his system. I could smell the stank of it. Unfortunately, too late."

Arthur dropped the dish towel next too the sink.

"I don't get it. How could being bitten something worth craving for?"

Merlin sighed. Was he really about to have the vampire equivalent of "the talk" with his oblivious flatmate? Merlin approached Arthur. The moment their eyes locked, the vampire knew that, yes, that was exactly what he was going to do. To be continued...

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Lost Blossoms

Pairing: Raffy x Plussize!reader

Fandom: Consent (2023)

Genre: smut, slight angst

Word count: 15k (a hefty boy, I know)

Tags: dub-con, bullying, fat-shaming, fatphobia (from others), blackmail, extortion, drug use, alcohol use, pet names, slight daddy dom, light dom/sub themes, pet names, breast/nipple play, oral sex (m and f giving/receiving), semi-public sex, car sex, tipsy sex, vaginal fingering, handjobs, protected sex

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‘Search: CherryBlossom_03 *user not found*’

You sighed to yourself. You don’t know why you keep typing it in; you already know it’s not there. Only twenty-four hours ago, Reddit user CherryBlossom_03 deleted her channel and all the posts, videos, links, and comments that came with it. All the hours of setting up scenes, the physical effort it took you to do your scenes, and the money spent buying lingerie and sex toys went down the drain. Your body still buzzed with nerves whenever you thought about it.

You originally started with posting your smut stories online for other people to enjoy, but then Daniel broke up with you. He said his mates ragged on him when they found out he was seeing you. Daniel was lean, tall, and handsome. You’re fat. He’s considered attractive. You’re not. A part of you always knew he’d been ashamed to like you, and that he’d kept you a secret from people. It hurt, but back then, you tolerated it because you feared being alone. You thought when he ended things, you wouldn’t be so hurt, yet you were. You remembered crying your eyes out, sobbing hard enough to hurt your throat. The break up left you feeling disgusted with yourself; looking into mirrors whenever you changed made you hate yourself even more.

But one day, whilst posting your newest story on Reddit, you came across other plus size girls posting risque photos and videos of themselves online. They exude so much confidence and self-love. One of the girls you followed told you it really boosted her self-esteem. You decided you’d give it a shot. You set up your camera, wore some lacy undergarments, and took a few photos, cropping out your face in most of them. Being a bit thicker in certain places, you never really liked your body before. Even looking at yourself in the photos was difficult. Yet, when people started commenting on the lingerie photoshoots, saying everything from ‘cute fit’ to ‘let me suck your toes’, it boosted your confidence a bit.

You started doing it more, mainly posting photos. Then, you started going even farther like strip teases and posing completely nude. That eventually evolved into using sex toys you’d bought online without your parents knowing. You realized you needed a persona, a sort of alter-ego to avoid creeps from finding you. You came up with the username CherryBlossom_03, going simply by Blossom, since Cherry alone sounded dumb. Whilst Y/N is a sixth form student who likes books and playing the violin. Blossom was a soft girl, sweet and bubbly. She wore lots of pastel colors, pleated skirts and shorts, and spoke in a soft, innocent voice that made her viewers drool. It became easier once you learned to separate both yourself and Blossom.

“Alright, class,” your teacher, Ms. Parkinson, spoke over the general chatter of the room. You tucked your phone away, and sat up straight, “Allow me to take roll call, and then we’ll begin. Alice?”

Blossom’s good run came to an end yesterday. You’d come home from orchestra practice to find your mother and father sitting in the lounge waiting for you. By the stern expressions on their faces, you worried something bad happened. It did.

“Y/N?”

“Present.”

They’d discovered your profile. Your mother came across it when she accidentally bumped your desktop mouse and the last thing you saw popped up. You did not believe her story for a single minute. From your deductions, they must’ve suspected your secretiveness, and all those hours spent in your bedroom, and wanted to see what you did in there. They told you that what you’d done was stupid, and could damage your life if the wrong person discovered the photos. You’re going to Burlingdale College, a prestigious elitist school, on a scholarship. If the school found out, they’d pull the scholarship. If they learned you’d worn a tighter, shorter version of your uniform, they might expel you. They forced you to delete the page, and erase any videos or photos you might’ve kept. They took away the toys, but they let you keep the underwear since you’d bought it and they’re only clothes. You felt as if they’d ripped a piece of your body away. Blossom became such an important part of yourself, that having to give her up tore you up. It was similar to losing a close friend or a relative. When you’d been stocking away the sex toys, you felt like you were putting away the old things of a deceased loved one. You cried for ages, though you didn’t let anyone hear you.

“Okay, now that we’re all here,” Ms. Parkinson said, “Let us turn our books to page 94 and start talking about the ancient civilizations of the world.”

You had difficulty concentrating in class. Your heart lamented over the thousands of followers you’d gained over the course of the year. A part of you considered bringing her back simply for your own healing, but you knew your parents watched you now. Your parents placed parental controls on your desktop and laptop, so they could see what you’re doing on your computers. However, they knew nothing about VPNs. You installed it into your computer, and simply renamed all the files to innocuous things. With how busy your parents are, you doubted they checked on your business too often. As long as you did not raise suspicion, they had no reason to check in on you. But, thinking about it, it sounded like so much work. The backups you thought you had were wiped out by your dad’s scan through your files. You’d have to redo them all over again.

‘If you wanted to feel good about yourself, you should just post things on your social media,’ your mother advised.

‘Or put all that time and effort into your music lessons instead of pornography.’

“You’re quiet today,” Natalie leaned over to you once Ms. Parkinson set writing tasks. “I thought you’d be buzzing about the party tonight.” She looked over at you, “You are coming, right?”

“Of course.”

Blossom’s “death” killed your anticipation for your friend’s birthday party. You’d searched for the right outfit, the right makeup look, and accessories for ages. You didn’t go to parties that often, so this would’ve been a highlight for you. But, your newly formed gray clouds rained on your excitement.

“Good,” she nudged you, “It won’t be as fun without you.”

You looked over at her. Round-faced, dark-skinned, with long thin plaits going down her back, Natalie Brown was the second recipient of Burlingdale’s full scholarship. You’d met during the examination process before term began. Both of you coming from lower class families, you’d bonded over the fact you both were aliens in this elitist world. You often liked teasing her for being the second accepted, whilst you’d been the first.

“Oh hush,” you scoffed, jotting down your long-form answer.

“I didn’t think you’d want to go,” she replied, with a small laugh. “Since, you know, Daniel’s going to be there with his mates and all that.”

“I’m not going to let someone like Daniel Burgess ruin my good time.” Your recent deletion blew Daniel from your mind completely.

“I take it you’re over it then?”

“Very over it. I couldn’t be any more over it.”

“Who are we over?” Alice turned her head to look at both of you.

Alice, fair with dirty blond curls tied back, stared at you with large blue eyes. Unlike you and Natalie, she came from a well-off family who could afford the fees. Not that either of you resented her. You’d originally met one another on the first day of term, but didn’t speak until your first orchestra practice. She played clarinet; you played the violin. You liked Alice more than most of the people in the orchestra. It was for her and her twin brother who the party was for.

“Daniel,” you answered. “Nat says he’s coming to your birthday party.”

“I couldn’t help it,” she said, “He’s dating Charlotte now, and I invited her. She told me she’s bringing him whether anyone likes it or not.”

You turned to a corner of the room where Charlotte sat, working and chatting with another classmate. Charlotte, with her black hair and sultry eyes, is every teenage boy’s dream. She had the slim curves and slender legs of a supermodel. You imagined she ensnared Daniel rather easily. She could have anyone she wanted. Girls like you had to settle for the desperate nerds and creeps who thought fat girls were easy. You wished you could say Daniel and you shared a special kind of love, but you’d be lying. Daniel only did romantic things in hopes of getting laid. The fact he hid you from people did not help either. He never went out in public with you; he never met up with you at school. You’d hoped he’d stop caring what his friends thought and maybe be a real boyfriend. Often, you pictured him walking you to class holding hands, him leaving love notes and flowers in your locker, or even writing you songs and singing them for you with his guitar. All the romance you read about in your books did not exist in the real world.

Girls like you did not get romantic happy-ever-afters. You got shut-up-and-accept-it-ever-after.

“Hey,” Alice smacked your hand lightly, “You’re prettier than her.”

You scoffed, “No way.”

“Yes way.”

“Charlotte’s a total bitch,” Natalie whispered to you. “You’re a sweetie,” she smiled at you.

“And incredibly talented,” Alice added.

“You two don’t have to butter me up,” you smirked. “I’m still coming to the party.”

They both laughed before Ms. Parkinson caught you all talking. You resumed your work, and your mind went back to Daniel and Charlotte. No doubt he’s not ashamed of being seen with her. That bitter person inside you suspected he’d gotten with her while he was with you. He moved on from you fairly easily, while you thought you’d never be happy again. You imagined he bragged to all his friends that he’s dating Charlotte, the prettiest girl in their class. You hated him. You hated her. You hated yourself. Losing Daniel did not hit you as hard as losing Blossom. Blossom’s “death” took away pieces of your soul. Daniel’s harsh break up removed parts of your heart. You knew you’d eventually heal and move on, but right now, you couldn’t think of anything else.

“Daniel was a dick anyways,” said Natalie once classes ended and you walked out of the room. “He was embarrassed to be seen with you. Why are you moping over a guy who was ashamed of you?”

“I don’t know…It felt nice, I guess, to have a guy pay attention to me,” you shrugged. “Like, I know I’m not supposed to care what boys think of me and that I don’t need their validation for my self-worth but, it’s nice sometimes. Daniel made me feel pretty. He made me feel lovable.”

“You are lovable, you idiot,” she scoffed, shaking her head. “There are so many wonderful things about you, and you’ll find a guy who sees those things and isn’t concerned with what his mates think.”

You stopped by your locker, using your key to open it. Stuffing some books inside, you said, “Still…it was nice.”

A giggle from nearby caught your attention. Charlotte stood at her locker a few feet from you. Daniel was there. He’d taken her by surprise, grabbing her around the waist and turning her to kiss her. In full view of everyone, he kissed her. He never did that with you. He always stood away, acting more like a friend or an acquaintance than a lover. You turned your head back to your locker, though your senses couldn’t let them go. Another painful sting hit your chest when you saw the picture plastered inside your locker door. A fan made a sticker set for Blossom with her sexy catchphrases. You taped your favorite to the metal door, so at the end of term, you can peel the tape instead of the sticker. It was an outline of your naked body with cherry blossom flowers blooming from between your thick thighs.

“I can’t believe you have that in your locker,” Natalie laughed, not having seen Daniel and Charlotte. “If a teacher saw that, you’d get into trouble for sure.”

“It’s only a sticker,” you reasoned, a murmuring of Daniel’s deep voice from nearby. “It’s body positivity,” you lied.

‘I miss you, sweet Blossom,’ you thought solemnly. ‘We had a good run.’

“I need to know where you found them then,” she said, as you closed your locker. “They’re so well done.”

“A friend sent them to me,” you said, “I can show them to you.”

Natalie’s mood changed when she spotted Daniel and Charlotte walking ahead, holding hands. “I hope the outfit you’re wearing is ultra hot,” she told you, “Because if that prick is there, you can definitely make him regret dumping you for her.”

“Oh please,” you snorted, shaking your head.

“I mean it,” she said. “You got those little curves of yours!”

She poked your hip and you moved away, laughing. Your curves are far from “little”. You’d inherited your mother’s hourglass figure, but yours stretched farther than hers. If you wore the right clothes, you did look pretty. Your followers praised your figure all the time, not bothered at all by your round belly fat or flabby biceps. But, of course, outside the internet, you received different comments and treatment was considerably harsh at times.

Alice came up between both of you, and said, “Alright, so are we all ready for tonight?”

“I am.”

“Me too. I can’t wait,” you added an extra excited bubble to your tone.

“Awesome,” she smiled. “Tonight is going to be insane. My mum’s given Archie and I the house to ourselves for the night, but she says upstairs is out of bounds, of course.”

Alice went into more party details as you exited the school. You’re surprised you’re even going, since you’d been sure your parents wouldn’t let you. Though, you guess they saw it as a night to themselves. You did not want to think about what that meant.

Parting from Natalie and Alice, you headed over to the field behind the school. The long way home is going from the main entrance, then walking along the sidewalk and then around in a big square to reach your street. Considering the turmoil slowly rising inside you again, you wanted to get home quickly today; thankfully, you didn’t have orchestra practice since Mrs. Lee is out sick. You walked onto the rugby field where you spotted the team practicing. Boys in blue sweaters and shorts ran through plays and exercises. Your heart dropped when you spotted Daniel amongst them. Quickly, you turned your face forward and kept your distance. You thought you’d be in the clear, since they’re occupied and you’re far away. But, you’d been too hopeful.

As you came to level with the core of the group, you heard a voice call out to you.

“Hey Fraser,” you recognized Daniel’s voice anywhere. He used your surname as if that’d bring more formality between you. It meant neither of you shared any intimacy anymore. “I think you’re going the wrong way! The city zoo is on the other side of town!”

“They elephant trainers are looking for you!” called out another voice. You recognized it as belonging to Kojo, a dark-skinned youth who sometimes hung around with Daniel. “We wouldn’t want to worry them, would we?!”

They all laughed at their dumb, unoriginal taunts before their coach called for attention. The break up with Daniel already punctured holes inside you. Now, Daniel’s treatment of you in front of people plunged the knife in even deeper. You imagined he never told his friends anything about you until they found out on their own. You continued walking, their laughter carrying until it died out, and reached the exit gate. Closing it behind you, you turned to watch Daniel from the shadows of the trees. Broad with long-limbs, you’d missed feeling his dark curls through your fingers, and how it felt laying on his hard chest. Dark brown eyes that used to look on you fondly now mocked you. You recalled how he’d looked at Charlotte earlier, and you held back a sob.

Blossom. Blossom, who’d been a piece of your identity, truly left a hole where that confidence once was. Before the delete, you would’ve gone home to make some updates, post a few porn snippets and teasers for your next video. Your parents both work during the day, so you always had a few hours before they came home. Now, you only have your violin waiting for you at home.

Your phone pinged in your jacket pocket as you walked up the drive to your front door. But, you didn’t look at the text until you’d finally come inside.

Danny <3: Sorry about the joke. It was really mean of me.

You didn’t respond. You couldn’t believe he still had your number saved; you kicked yourself for not deleting his number right away. You went to your bedroom, and put your belongings down. You’d been setting your music sheets on the stand in the corner of your room when your phone went off again.

Danny <3: Can we talk? I know you’re going to Archie’s party tonight. Maybe I can see you there.

‘Aren’t you supposed to be going with Charlotte? You know, YOUR GIRLFRIEND????’ you typed back angrily, smashing keys so much you kept having to rewrite them.

Danny <3: I am, but we can still chat somewhere private.

“Daniel, can I ask you something?”

Danny <3: Anything, beautiful.

“Did the dick head shop have a discount on audacity today?? You really got some fucking nerve texting me when you dumped me, started dating someone else, and just called me a fucking elephant in front of your asshole mates.’ Those hot tears finally spilled down your cheeks, blurring your vision and drying out your mouth. ‘Don’t text me ever again. Don’t talk to me. Don’t even look at me. I hate you. Leave me alone.’

Danny <3: Come on, baby. Don’t be like that. It’s just that my mates wouldn’t get it. They’d think I’d have some weird fetish and rag on me. Bro banter is different from girl banter. Let’s just talk about it.

“There’s nothing to talk about. Bye, Daniel.”

You blocked his number, and put your phone screen down. The desire to play violin sunk out of you. You left your violin where it was to crash onto your bed, the sobs coming fast and hot. You felt so alone. You normally turned to your followers when you felt particularly sad, since their encouragement and comments lifted your spirits. Blossom. Oh sweet Blossom. Where are you with your confidence and sass? You wished more than anything you could bring it back without needing the blog. It’d sound weird to anyone outside of it.

A small ding on your phone came a few minutes later. You didn’t particularly care about Instagram notifications, since it was also ‘so-and-so- just posted their story!’ or ‘so-and-so and this-person posted stuff today!’. Yet, curiosity stroked your back and you opened the app.

‘DannyBBoy messaged you!’

DannyBBoy: Seriously?? You blocked my number?? Wtf, Y/N? I was trying to be nice by talking it out.

‘No, you want to talk it out because you want to keep fucking me behind Charlotte’s back. I’m not a whore you can have whenever you like. Fuck off.’

His name message stung the most:

DannyBBoy: You were when I was hitting it from the back a few nights ago.

You did not respond, and blocked him. You proceeded to do it on the other platforms as well. Wanting to wash him from your brain, you searched yourself on Reddit again. Anything relating to you popped up. The moderators of the community you’d been a part of made a post about your blog being deleted. People wrote about how sad they’d be since they liked your stories; others said they wished they’d saved your videos or photos. It broke your heart, so you turned the app off and switched back to Instagram. You’d liked one of Alice’s posts about her party coming up when a notification came up again. When you pressed it out of curiosity, you found a bit of a surprise.

Raffy Barton had liked one of your photos. Raffy was one of Daniel’s rugby friends. Skinny with long blond hair, you’d find him cute if you didn’t already know he wouldn’t be interested. You opened the picture in question. A selfie you’d taken before going for a girls’ night with your friends, you wore a draping halter top and tight jeans. It was dated a few weeks ago. Why did he like it now? He wasn’t following you either. It struck you as strange. You supposed he probably planned on finding an embarrassing picture to bring up someway. You had no headspace for pricks like Raffy Barton, so you locked your phone to put aside.

There, you laid on your bed and mourned a person who did not exist.

****

‘Search: CherryBlossom_03 *user not found*’

What a shame, he thought, closing out the app on his phone. He’d rather enjoyed the porn blogger’s content. Her photos sparked arousal in him, of course, but there’d been something artistic about them. He could tell she put a lot of time and thought into her content; not to mention, her writings definitely stirred his imagination. He isn’t a big reader, but her steamy, smutty stories gave him serious boners. She was much kinkier than any girl he’d ever hooked up with before. He particularly liked that they shared a lot of the same fantasies and kinks. He’d enjoyed her cutesy aesthetic, and the various toys she used on herself. Raffy felt glad he’d saved everything to his phone, at least. But, it would’ve been nice to have some new masturbation material before tonight.

Sitting in the locker room after practice, he’d gotten to his locker before his friends, who still showered in the next room. This gave him a few private glimpses of his favorite porn blogger. Going into his gallery, he found the private folder he’d created for her photos. Simply labeled “Blossom”, he opened it to see dozens upon dozens of videos and photos of a plump scantily clad girl. He gulped the saliva building in his mouth from seeing thumbnails of her curvy body, and wishing it was in his lap right now. He couldn’t have a video, so he thumbed through the pictures instead. His favorites were marked, of course, for an easier search.

Blossom wore a school girl uniform in this one. She knelt on a bed with a sheet behind her on the wall. None of her content showed her face, but that didn’t matter. A lot of these models did that to protect themselves. Raffy’s jaw dropped when he observed her in the tight white shirt, the buttons stretching across her large bosom and tummy below; he saw their curves and her nipples poking through the fabric. She’d loosened the navy and yellow tie to flaunt her cleavage. Raffy went to the next photo where she’d opened the shirt to reveal a black lacy bra, and he bit the inside of his cheek. Her short skirt rode up the tops of her thick thighs, soft and fleshy inside black high stockings. His cock twitched in his shorts seeing the small bit of pudge coming over the stocking’s band. Raffy imagined himself between those luscious thighs, his cock pounding the tight cunt underneath that skirt. He went a few photos down to his favorite.

Blossom on all fours, wearing only the skirt with pussy and ass on full display for him. He kept it close to him, and drooled seeing the long dildo pressed right to her clitoris. He pictured it being him instead of a toy. Raffy knew he was only building himself up for a long wank-off session later at home. He saw her sitting on him, lightly brushing her sex to his pulsating cock and begging for him. He’d kill to be balls deep in her. The lights placed in the right place showed her glistening folds, which he imagined fluttered and throbbed at the tip pressing against it. She kept everything neat, Blossom did. Not that he cared too much. Pussy is pussy, in Raffy’s book.

His attention flitted to the background. Blossom used her photoshop and editing skills to blur out some backgrounds since she mainly worked in her bedroom, he guessed. But, as he made out a closet, he saw an unblurred section of the space. It was half of a clothing hanger on the closet door knob. On it hung a navy blue with an emblem on the breast pocket. Raffy zoomed in on the side, and suddenly recognized the blazer. It had the red and gold emblem of Burlingdale, his school.

No, he’s wrong. It’s probably another school. No way would a Dales girl have a porn blog on Reddit. He scoffed at his blimp of foolishness, and scrolled to a video that followed it. His suspicions were confirmed. Blossom sat nude on top of her “favorite stuffie” Mr. Buttons, an oversized bear that often served to pleasure her. He’s never envied a stuffed toy before. Mr. Buttons laid down with his head to the camera, and Blossom’s delicious body on top with her hands on his fuzzy chest. She wore the school blazer and nothing else. In the small video, she was riding the toy, a thick pink dildo she loved to use. When she leaned back to let the viewer see the dildo inside her, the blazer’s lapels flattened. He saw the emblem much closer now, and yes, it was from his school.

And, now that he thought about it, he realized he knew those lips. Blossom made the mistake of letting the camera catch half her face during her little ride to orgasm. He shook his head. Actually, he acknowledged the hair as well. He’d seen that hair before…on the field…about half an hour ago. Raffy thought he might be disgusted by the fact that he thirsted over you, but he wasn’t. He went to the next video, which was Blossom cleaning her toy with her mouth. He needed to be sure. He needed to be a hundred-percent sure.

His friends came back to their stalls, but he did not acknowledge them right away. Going into Instagram, he went to Daniel’s profile. Raffy didn’t follow you obviously, but maybe Danny did. Scanning through the following list, he found your profile. He pressed on it to end up on your profile. You mainly took photos of friends and objects, but eventually he found one. A mirror selfie in your bedroom, he saw the purple duvet he often saw in Blossom’s videos. Yet, the skimpy top you wore in the photo clung to your body like a second skin. The same curves. The same size. The same supple flesh and fullness he’d fight a bloke to touch. He took in your tiny waist and wide hips. His thumb touched the screen, and when it didn’t slide up, he accidentally double tapped it.

Resulting in liking the photo.

Raffy quickly unliked it, but he knew you’d get a notification anyway. Fuck, now you’d know he was on your page. A blush of embarrassment filled his cheeks, and he put his phone aside.

But, yes, it was you. This made him harder. His cock throbbed now that he knew THE CherryBlossom_03 was someone he knew. She was close by. He could have her. He’d make his own videos with her, and post them to his own page where he sent so many others. It’s not like you’d say ‘no’. You had sex with Daniel Burgess, of all the boys in the school. You must not get much attention being the way you are, so you’d be grateful to be the object of his deepest, horniest, smuttiest desires.

“-I don’t know how Burgess banged that,” Kojo’s voice reached through his thoughts to bring him to reality, “She must weigh more than he does.”

“You think he dumped her because she crushed him?” Nav replied, laughing at his cruel joke.

“Or she broke his bed just getting into it,” he smirked back, earning laughs from everyone around.

“It’s a shame though,” said Kyle, who sat next to Nav, both boys shirtless now. “She’s got a pretty face at least.”

Kojo wasn’t wrong. Daniel must’ve found you attractive if he had sex with you. It’d been Nav who discovered it when he says he saw them making out by the tree outside the field. Raffy couldn’t help envying him now. Daniel Burgess, dumbass extraordinaire, got a taste of Blossom’s soft body. Daniel Burgess, who once asked him how to spell ‘orange’, got to suckle your tits and lick your dripping sex. You probably faked your orgasms with him. You wouldn’t with Raffy. He’d keep going until your juices dripped from your clenching hole to your ass cheeks. He’d make sure his Blossom came as much as possible, and he didn’t normally do that with girls he slept with.

“She’s not that bad,” Raffy heard himself say as he pulled on his undershirt.

“What?” the boys around him said with surprised eyes.

“You’re taking the piss with us, right?” asked Kojo, pointing at him.

Raffy tucked his cock into his belt to keep his boner from sticking out too much. He turned as he zipped his pants up and said, “I think she’s pretty cute. She might be fat, but the plus side is she’s got big tits.”

And a nice round ass he can spank. You liked being spanked. He knows because you stated as much when you posed with a paddle. Lord, how badly he wanted to have you right then. It was pathetic.

“I’ve never bagged a fattie before,” he said thoughtfully, unable to stop the flood of erotic visions in his mind. “I imagine she’s-what-double points?”

They looked at one another with consideration. He almost said he didn’t care about score points when it came to you. He desired you for too long. He’d do it purely for pleasure.

“She’s big enough to be double,” Nav chuckled.

“Anyways, who’s ready to score some points tonight?”

He’d be seeing you tonight. Being a friend of Alice’s, you’re no doubt invited to her birthday party. Raffy smirked to himself as he started changing out of his uniform, cleverly maneuvering himself to avoid the others spotting his semi-hardon. Nowadays, if a girl is caught doing slutty things, she’s ostracized and criticized. He knew if any other person found your photos, and spread them through school, you’d be so embarrassed you’d have to transfer out. All the effort you’d put into getting your free-ride into Burlingdale will be wasted, and you’d be expelled for wearing your uniform in a porn video. You get bullied enough for your appearance. Imagine if someone spread videos of you being an absolute slut for thousands of strangers…

When you can be an absolute slut for only one person…

****

“Gettin’ ready for the paaarty, cause it’s your biiiirthdayy and you are pretty!”

You heard Natalie say this in a sing-song voice to Alice, who sat in front of her mirror doing her makeup. Alice insisted you come to her house before the party to get ready with her and Natalie. No doubt they wanted to judge each other’s outfits. You stood behind Alice, dancing to Natalie’s made up song in case you were in her video line. As always, you constantly checked on your appearance. Things were different for Alice and Natalie. They looked good in everything they wore. You need to be pickier on what you wear. If you show too much, people will stare. You try not to care if they do, but you’re feeling particularly sensitive today. You’d chosen your lilac off the shoulder crop top, with its matching cardigan and skirt. It showed a decent amount of cleavage and hid your stomach somewhat. You feared the chaffing you’d have when your thighs started rubbing together, but your petroleum jelly trick in that whole area will keep that from happening. Thigh high lace stockings shape your thighs and legs nicely, so their fatness isn’t so noticeable. You hated hiding parts of yourself, but people are vicious. Blossom’s followers loved anything you wore. They’re who you felt the most comfortable with.

“Anything from Daniel?” Natalie asked, going back to the bed behind you.

“He messaged me after I got home,” you said, applying your lipgloss. “He had the nerve to do the whole ‘let’s-just-talk’ thing after he and his mates made fun of me on my way home.”

“What did they say?”

“Nothing I haven’t heard before,” you assured her. “I blocked him, though. I don’t want anything to do with him or ‘Lottie’.”

“Who’s Lottie?”

“It’s his stupid nickname for Charlotte, I suppose,” you said. Putting your lipgloss back in your bag, you fixed your hair one more time before sitting with Natalie on the bed. She encouraged you to take a selfie together, which you agreed to. “I seriously want to know where they get their nerve from. Maybe there’s a sale and I can get some too.”

Natalie and Alice laughed at this. You watched Natalie tag you in the photo and post it. You took your own photo on your own, and did the same, adding a caption about the party. Minutes went by before someone commented. It was Charlotte. You forgot you’d accepted a request once, though you’re not particularly close anymore. Her comment hit your gut.

‘Where’s your neck??? LOL’

You deleted the photo. Not to please her, but so you never see that comment again. Perhaps only Blossom could have nice pictures.

“She’s a bitch,” said Natalie, comfort behind her voice. “What she thinks isn’t important.”

“No, it doesn’t,” you replied.

“Have no idea what you both mean, but yeah,” Alice said, typing on her phone distractedly.

You and Natalie laughed. You went through your notifications once more to see if the comment is there, and then you saw Raffy’s like again. “Raffy liked one of my pictures.”

“Huh?” Natalie whipped her head towards you, “Raffy? Raffy Barton? The world’s biggest prick? That Raffy?”

“Do we know any other assholes named Raffy?”

“Which one did he like?” Alice laid beside you to get a good view of your phone. She tapped the link to see said photo. “Oooh, I remember that one,” she sneered at you and giggled, “I don’t blame him for liking it. You look hot.”

“But…Raffy?” His name came out quickly from your tongue. “I’ve never gotten Chubby Chaser vibes from him before.”

“I can imagine perverts like Raffy fuck anything that moves,” Alice said. “He probably heard you and Daniel broke it off, and wants a piece of your cake.”

“Ugh,” you groaned, “As if.”

“I wouldn’t read too much into it,” Natalie concluded. “It’s not like he commented on anything. He probably liked it by accident.”

“But that means he was still on my profile.”

“Which still doesn’t mean anything,” she assured you. “Now,” she adjusted herself next to you, taking your phone, “Let’s take a cute one for you to post.”

You pushed Raffy from your mind. Plenty already bothered you. Charlotte did not comment again, but you’re sure she’d seen some photos since she liked them on Alice and Natalie’s pages. You knew you’d be seeing her tonight with Daniel. If anyone else hosted the party, you wouldn’t go, but you loved Alice. You wanted to be with her on her special day. You vowed you wouldn’t give him any attention. You refused to let him in your head anymore. If anything, your heart should be mourning the death of Blossom and her beautiful blog, not some idiot rugby player and his new girlfriend.

Guests started showing up an hour or so later, and the party kicked into gear. You poured yourself a drink from the spread on the table, and sat with Alice and a few friends. The party atmosphere excited you, yet that lingering thought of running into Daniel somewhere kept pestering you. You told yourself if you stayed in groups of people, then he cannot corner you. You enjoyed the vibes going throughout the party, taking photos with friends, joking and drinking with them, and having a good time. You’d been chatting with a friend about your recent class project outside when you heard a voice from nearby grab at your ear.

Daniel stood by a lounge area by the pool, clasping hands with the boys sitting there talking and smiling. Charlotte was nowhere in sight, and you liked it that way. You scooted closer to the table to try staying out of his eyeline, but that only landed you in someone else’s: Raffy Barton’s. Blond hair, a messy mop of golden curls, with an aliquine nose and round chin, you saw why girls fell for him. You might even like him if it weren’t for his reputation. He was a ‘lad’. A ‘guy’. Girls you knew who’d hooked up with Raffy were ghosted the next day. Lily Reeves claimed he’d posted photos of her on a site. He’s one of the worst kinds of men. Most likely sensing someone’s eyes on him, Raffy naturally turned his head. Bright blue eyes met yours through and did not look away. He sipped from his beer and continued eyeing you smugly. A chill went through your spine when his eyes scanned over you in your outfit, and suddenly you felt naked. His Instagram like might not have been an accident after all.

To avoid him, you excused yourself from the table and hurried inside. Finding the food table, you nibbled at the finger sandwiches there so something soaked up the alcohol. The last thing you needed was getting wasted when Daniel and Raffy are walking around.

“-Wow, so you actually were invited.” Charlotte came up beside you, smelling of sweet perfume and flipping her hair extensions over her shoulder. “I would’ve thought Alice sent you the invite as a pity thing.”

“Evening to you too, Charlotte,” you responded, eating a bit more of your sandwich. “How’s life?”

“Awesome,” she smiled, “Especially since Daniel and I are a thing now.”

“So I’ve noticed,” you wouldn’t give into it. “Why aren’t you with him now? I thought being a happy couple, you’d be stuck like glue.”

“I’m not the possessive type,” she said, “You know, because I know Daniel actually likes me and doesn’t see me as a plaything.” She looked you over, giving a patronizing smile when your eyes met again. “I’m sure you’ve seen our pictures from his house. We came here together in his car.”

“I’d assume so, since he doesn’t carry bus fare. Lottie, it’s been fun having this chat, but I need to find the birthday girl.”

She scoffed at the nickname, but you patted her shoulder and walked away. You didn’t really mean to look for Alice, though you might as well. You found her in a seating area in the corner of the living room, then made your way towards her. Yet, as you did, you spotted Daniel reentering the house. He caught sight of you at the door. You turned away into the nearest room which was another seating place. The french doors muffled the ambience from outside with a single close. You’d hoped he hadn’t seen you come in. You hoped Charlotte got to him before you, and distracted him with something trivial. But, right when you took a seat on the leather sofa, the door opened again.

“Y/N?”

Daniel walked into the room, closing the door behind him. Your body immediately tensed up in your seat. Everything in your body screamed to run away again, but he sat beside you before you moved.

“What do you want?” you asked, not looking at him.

“To talk to you,” he said, “I've been looking for you.”

“Why do you want to talk to me?”

“Because I wanted to tell you that I love you,” he said softly, scooting closer and cupping your face. His hand felt so gentle on your skin. He turned your face to look at him, “And that I miss you.”

“That’s tough,” you said, pushing his hand away even though you secretly wanted him to touch you. You needed to be touched, to be held. Blossom was gone, and you’d never truly get her back. “Because I didn’t love you nor do I miss you.”

“Ah, come off it,” he snickered, “We know that’s not true. After all the stuff we’ve done? After all those nights in my bedroom?” he pushed hair from your face, “You can’t just forget me like that.”

“Why? You did it,” you smacked his hand from your hair. “You truly have some balls, you know that?”

“Y/N-”

“-No, no, shut up,” you snapped. “You keep me a secret from your friends. You pretend not to know me when we were at school. You never bought me nice things, wrote me love notes, or took me on a date in public in the day time. Every time we met it was in the middle of the night, and I had to sneak into your house. I had to sneak into your house. You didn’t even want your parents knowing about me. You’ve been ashamed to say you like me and find me attractive.” A thing you tolerated because you did not want to feel alone. “You ditched me because your friends found out you were screwing an ‘elephant’,” you let the word dig into his skin, “And were embarrassed. I don’t think I could love someone who isn’t proud to call me theirs.”

“I wasn’t ashamed, baby,” he said gently, putting his hand on your exposed knee before you pushed it off. “You wouldn’t get it because you’re a girl. Shit like this is different with girls. Y/N,” he put his arm over the back of the sofa and faced you, “You’re the coolest girl I’ve ever dated. You’re funny, clever…sexy,” he smirked at the last word. “Any bloke would be lucky to have you, and I want to be that lucky bloke.” When you appeared unconvinced, you said, “Come on. I’ll break it off with Charlotte, if that makes you happy.” He put his hand back on your knee, “I promise.”

In the split second you nearly gave in, someone opened the door. You and Daniel looked to see Raffy walking into the room, holding something in his hand.

“Excuse me,” he said, walking in front of Daniel and plopping himself in between you both. He placed down a credit card, a dimebag of white powder, and pulled out his phone. “I’m not interrupting anything, am I?”

“Nah, mate,” said Daniel. “Y/N and I were just chilling, that’s all.”

“Yeah, well I wouldn’t chill with Y/N for too long,” he said, dumping the bag’s contents onto the coffee table. “Charlotte’s been looking for you, and I don’t think she’ll be happy finding you two in here.”

“Shit,” Daniel hissed through his teeth. “Fucking…”

He gave you one more annoyed look before leaving the room. Now, you’re alone with Raffy. Great. “Hmph,” Raffy said, “Glad he’s gone. I can’t stand Burgess for more than, like, ten minutes before I want to blow my brains out.” He started cutting the little pile into lines, “Want some? I’m feeling generous tonight.”

“No thanks,” you said. “I think I’m just going to, you know…”

You stood to leave before he grabbed hold of your wrist. “No,” he said, “Stay with me. I don’t want to do it on my own. It’s not as fun.”

“I’m not interested, Raffy.”

You yanked your wrist from him and started to walk away. Right as you reached for the handle a voice rang out into the room.

‘Oh god, it’s so big. I don’t know if this one will fit…do you want me to try, Daddy?’

Your blood ran cold, and every muscle in your body froze. Your own voice went throughout the room as the video continued. Surely, you’re hearing things. Raffy’s probably playing another video that simply sounds like you. Turning around, you saw his phone on the coffee table, and spotted a very familiar video playing on the screen. It was you. You were sure of it. A POV shot, you wore lavender garter belts and stockings as you tried sliding a thick black dildo inside yourself. Some of Blossom’s videos involved pretending the viewer was with her, putting the camera where they’d see everything. This was one of them.

‘Daddy, I don’t know if I can take it all…’

“Now, now, Blossom, you can fit that in you,” Raffy tsked, cutting the cocaine into more lines, “Just go a bit further down, kitten.”

“Okay. I’ll try, just for you.’

He knew all the pauses. You stayed by the door for a moment longer, looking at Raffy’s back in complete shock. He finally turned his head over to you as Blossom let out a high pitched squeal, the dildo finally inside her. That was when he stopped the video, smiling over at you.

“I think you’ll want to come sit back over here…Blossom,” he leered, looking over your body once more.

You said nothing. Your mind drew blanks at what to say. How did he know? How did he guess? You always made sure to keep your face out of photos or at least blur the bits showing. Raffy could not have figured this out by chance. You walked back to him, and sat down. The cocaine cut into four lines, Raffy pulled out a short pipe from behind his ear.

"You see, earlier this afternoon," he began, "I was lamenting over the loss of one of my favorite porn creators on Reddit. She was one of my favorites because she and I share a lot of the same kinks, I liked her style of videos, and she got me hard in minutes," he chuckled. "I saved a whole bunch of her videos and photos on my phone in case she deletes her profile or the link gets trashed. I was having a little look at this school girl shoot she did, watching her bounce up and down on her stuffed bear, when I noticed the blazer in the back of the video. I'm sure she didn't notice it since she blurred out the background, but she missed a spot. I thought it was a coincidence until she was wearing only the blazer."

You gripped the edge of your seat as the memory came back to you. The late night and school in the morning left you with little time to properly edit the shoot. Normally, you left it for the morning, if anything, but you needed it out of the way. You didn't think anyone would notice, since they're focused on your body. Apparently, you'd been wrong.

"I realize that it's a Burlingdale uniform," he said. "With a bit of detective work, I realized it was you."

"How?"

"The shape of your tits and the covers on the bed in the background," he answered. "I knew it was far-fetched until I listened to your videos again. I mean, I really listened. I'm surprised I didn't see it before." He placed the pipe in his nostril and snorted one of the cocaine lines. Sniffing hard, he rubbed his burning nostrils before continuing, "You are certainly a naughty girl. All those dirty stories and photos. I can't help admiring the production value and design put into each one. I don't normally watch porn for that, but it's a nice perk." He handed you the pipe. When you shook your head, he pressed the pipe into your hand.

"What do you want?"

"For you to do coke with me?"

"No, what do you want from me? I'm assuming you're going to blackmail me for something?”

“I think it’s obvious,” he tucked hair behind your ear, and said, “I want you to be mine.”

“I’m sorry, what?” Dread replaced the finger sandwiches and alcohol in your stomach. You’d always worried one day a creep might stumble upon your secret and use it against you. You never thought it’d be someone you knew.

“You heard me,” he said, “I want you to be mine.” His hand touched your knee, his thumb rubbing the side tenderly so shivers went through you. “Mine to fuck whenever I like, and I really do mean whenever,” his voice became low in the quiet room and he drew closer. His eyes scanned over your face until they fell on your lips.

“Burlingdale is paying all your fees to join our school. Imagine what would happen if they found out you did such dirty things while wearing their emblem on your naked chest,” his hand went further up your thigh, “Especially when Ms. Parkinson praises your intelligence so much.” You hitched a breath when that hand slid underneath your skirt, lifting the fabric with it.

“Stop it,” you snapped, pushing his hand away.

“-Not to mention, our classmates would no doubt find out as well,” he said, ignoring your protest and touching your knee again. “’d post your little collection onto my Instagram and everyone in sixth form will hear about it. You know above most people how cruel kids can be when unprovoked; they’ll be even worse when given a cause.” He looked down to your chest, exhaling deeply.

You smell the alcohol on him, and it sickened you even if yours also smelled like it. He was right, and you hated the fact that he was right. You’d created a whole other identity to avoid people you knew in your life finding you. VPNs, proxy servers, and other firewalls kept your information a deep secret in case someone hacked your devices. People already picked on you for no reason. If Raffy sent them Blossom’s content, you’ll be taunted and subjected to more abuse. You’d have to leave the school, which resulted in a less than bright future for yourself. But, being Raffy’s plaything? His toy? You hated the idea.

“I won’t be cruel to you,” he said, “Unless I’m feeling particularly merciless.” He felt up your thigh to the outside side, giving the fat there a soft squeeze. The corner of his mouth twitched at the little gasp you gave. “Just watching alone makes me cum so fucking hard,” he continued, “I can’t wait to see how hard from having the real thing in person.” His hand went up your side to your breast. You knocked his hand away instinctively. He laughed at your attempt to stop him. “The girls at our school would never do the things I’ve seen you do. They’re so boring and vanilla. Reeves got pissed at me just for spanking her ass too hard. I don’t think you’d be bothered by that,” He cupped your chest again, and you swiped his hand away a second time.

“You think a little threat like that will really concern me?” you asked, trying to hide your fear with a glare. Raffy did not buy it.

“It most certainly will,” he chortled. “If people recognizing you didn’t bother you, then you wouldn’t bother editing out your face. You hid it because you know you have to keep up this annoying, boring, clean-cut good girl act to stay in school. If the wrong people found that blog, well,” he sighed, “I imagine it’d go quite badly for you.” He reached up to your breast a third time, keeping his eyes on yours as his fingers slid right under the bottom curve. “Fuck-” he huffed, feeling the heavy weight of your tit in his large hand. “-They’re so soft,” he untied the cardigan you wore over your top to see more of your cleavage, “And warm…I almost feel obligated to fuck them tonight just to see my dick get lost in them…”

“Raffy,” you finally pushed him away, breathless from the violation. That natural warmth built up in the apex of your thighs, and you pushed it down. It’d been a while since anyone touched you so gently. Daniel usually grabbed them a few times, then got down to business. Raffy clearly liked drawing it out. “No.”

“‘No’ what? ‘No’ you don’t want to fuck right now or ‘No’ you don’t want to fuck at all?” He asked, pretending to be bemused. “I don’t know. I’d reconsider this answer. I can send that,” he nodded to the phone, “In seconds. Everyone would know. Everyone. I wouldn’t think you’d want that.”

“You won’t do it.”

“Oh?”

“Then, you’d have to admit you wank off to fat girls, and we both know how judgemental your friends are,” you accused. “Daniel dumped me over it because they teased him so much. They’d do the same to you.”

He chuckled, “As if that matters to me. I’m not Daniel,” he gave your tit a squeeze that made you bite your inner cheek. “My mates would eventually get over it. They did it to Daniel because nobody on the team likes him that much. They all like me, though. They respect me more.” He circled his thumb where your nipple would be, and you forced yourself not to react. “It’s always the girl everyone judges and ostracizes. Why do you think Reeves was so bothered when I posted her pictures? She knew people at school might see them.” He then said, “But, no worries, kitten. I wouldn’t share yours on my blog. I’d keep them to myself.”

“You prick,” you spat, venom in your voice. “How could you do that?”

“Easy. I uploaded the photos and then pressed ‘post’?” He laughed. “It’d be the same with yours. I think I’d start with the school girl one, even though my all-time favorite is the play time ones. You know, the ones where you put on cute little outfits, call me ‘Daddy’ and act innocent as you play with all your toys. Fuck, it’s so damn sexy,” he breathed. “So, do we have a deal?”

No. You wanted that to be your answer. Yet, your stomach bubbled with nerves. He’s right. You knew this to be true. You already pictured the taunting you’d receive once people found out. Raffy’s proposal puts you between a rock and a hard place. You’re a caged animal stuck in a corner. You wanted to escape him, but that’d be a bad idea. Raffy’s hand went down your body to your skirt.

“I’m waiting, kitten,” he teased, gradually pushing your skirt up your thighs.

He’d do it too. You know he would. It won’t affect his reputation at all. Your friends might hate him for it, but he didn’t care. For a flicker of a moment, you envisioned Daniel becoming enraged and beating the lanky boy to a pulp. You also saw him being so jealous, he dumps Charlotte and crawls back to you for forgiveness. He’ll promise to be a proper boyfriend, and flaunt you wherever he goes. But, you knew that’d never happen. Daniel would always be ashamed, and Raffy would be no different despite what he says. No guy you know will admit to having any sort of romantic or sexual interest in you out loud. It ruined the buzz you’d been riding for the night. Blossom was the sex icon. You’re what you are.

“Kitten…” you hated that you liked the way he said it. ‘Kitten’ is usually one of your preferred pet names.

You got a tighter grip on the pipe in your hand, bent over the coffee table and quickly snorted up the white powder. It burned through your nostril and into your nasal cavity. You sat back up, breathing through your nose and rubbing out the sensation. Looking over at him, you then said:

“What would I have to do?”

“Anything I want,” he told you, “Though, it’d be nothing you haven’t already done or fantasized about. Like I said, we both share a lot of the same kinks, and I’d love to have an experimental partner. You know, a girl that isn’t so uptight.”

“And after I do whatever you want, you’ll delete it?” you asked to confirm.

“When I’m completely through with you,” he mulled this over, “I’ll delete them, sure.”

“That doesn’t sound very convincing, Raffy.”

“It wouldn’t to you.”

He scooped up one of the powder lines with the bag’s opening, then gently leaned you back. Tugging down one side of your shirt slightly, he poured the contents onto the top curve of your tit. Sprinkling a line over it, Raffy drew closer.

“Stay still for me, love,” he said, “We wouldn’t want to waste any of it.”

He tilted forward and sniffed the powder off in one snort. Having his body, skinnier and longer than yours, pressed close to you, his heat radiating through his thin white button down to your own, left you slightly dizzy. You shivered when you felt a warm, wet tongue licked up the residue he’d left behind. He left it there before softly giving open-mouth kisses up your chest to your neck. Heat pooled between your thighs as he nibbled at the base of your throat, groaning against the flesh and licking once more. Your hands touched his shoulders. You made a weak attempt to push him off, but his wandering lips distracted you. Going across your jawline, he finally landed on your lips. It started chaste. He gently pecked your lips like a swimmer testing the water. He then deepened it, his tongue poking through to open your mouth for him. Daniel never kissed you like this; his kisses were usually hungry and hard. He said you were big enough to handle a bit of roughness. Raffy showed no roughness here; he did not have an ounce of eagerness or quickness in his kisses. He wanted to savor your taste before having to pull away.

“Sweet,” he mumbled, pecking your lips. “So sweet.” He pulled away from you, “Have another line, Kitten. I think we should have some fun tonight, don’t you?”

“Yes,” you breathed, realizing you’d been holding your breath.

Raffy kissed you a few more times before letting you bend forward to snort the last line of cocaine. He gave you a satisfied smile and pressed you to the sofa again. You felt his hand caress the outside of your thigh again before moving upwards to your chest. You only needed to tolerate this for one night. Once Raffy’s gotten what he wants, he’ll trash the evidence and you’ll be safe. He cupped one of your tits, and gave it a gentle squeeze. He pulled down the neckline of your top just enough for your nipple to pop out from underneath. All the hairs on your arms stood up at this sudden exposure. You glanced around to see if anyone’s noticed through the windows; they had not. Raffy gave a low groan, then swiped the tip of his tongue over it.

“Raffy,” you huffed, trying not to squirm as sparks of pleasure hit your center. “Not here.”

“I know, Kitten,” he said, sucking your nipple and flicking it again. The feeling arched your back and you clenched your thighs closed. This did not go unnoticed by Raffy. “Is my little slut getting turned on?” he asked, amused as he continued licking your nipple. “Hm? Should I turn my attention somewhere else?”

“No,” you gritted your teeth.

“I think I should,” he said, “Open your legs for me.”

“No, Raffy.”

“Yes, Kitten. It’s mine now. I’m allowed to play with what’s mine.”

You grabbed his wrist as he settled his hand on your exposed thighs, but the attempt was feeble. Raffy continued teasing your nipple while his hand slid up your inner thighs. You tried squeezing them to keep him from going further out of habit. Yet, he continued, gently massaging across them before his fingers brushed your underwear. The new intrusion made you gasp. Raffy let out a long groan when his hand cupped your sex, and he felt your pussy throb. He ran his fingers torturously over the slit several times much to your dismay and your pleasure. You wriggled yourself out of his grasp, trying to escape before your body gave into his demands. Yet, Raffy was stronger than he looked. He still rubbed over your sex, his middle digit found roughly where your clitoris would be. The teasing touch made you bite your lower lip.

“My, my,” he tsked, kissing the rim of your ear, “Somebody’s getting wet.”

You couldn’t help it. His hand felt so good. His mouth felt good. How could your body not respond? You wished there was an internal switch to shut it off. You gasped as those fingers pushed your panties aside. The metal rings he wore smoothed over your folds, feeling slightly colder in comparison to his skin and your heat. This new touch made you gasp and clutch his shoulder tightly.

“Touch my cock,” he ordered, pulling down your bra to show your other breast, which he began teasing as well. “I can’t wait any longer.”

When you did not move your hand, he ceased his teasing and put your right hand on his crotch. In the center of his trousers, a hard bulge hit your palm. Raffy groaned, closing his eyes a second to take in the warmth of your hand. He went back to touching your pussy while you reluctantly groped the outline of his cock. It was bigger than you’d imagine, but not too big. You often joked he probably had a small dick, which is why he tried too hard, but no. It felt nice. He moaned into your nipple as you stroked. You hoped this would be all he wanted, but then he moaned into your ear.

“Take it out, Kitten,” he said, “Rub it out for me.”

“No. There’s…” people in the next room who might come in any second.

“Do it,” he demanded, giving your nipple a gentle bite. “Now.”

With one hand, you undid his pants and stuck your hand inside. This new sensation made Raffy’s eyes fall closed. You held back a cry when his fingers found your clit again. Circling the hard pearl, you couldn’t stop the flood of pleasure breaking through. You didn’t want him to stop, but at the same time you did. You stroked the cock pulsating against your hand, lightly brushing it up and down. He’s thick with a dripping tip that slickened your motions. You felt the veins throbbing each time you went down the shaft. You liked it. Daniel’s was smaller than Raffy’s. The desperation inside you heated up, imagining yourself riding this cock. You had a dildo about his size, which filled you completely every time. Right as you pictured it sheathed fully into your pussy, Raffy slipped the two fingers inside you and you tensed in his grasp. Your legs suddenly spread further apart to give his hand more space.

“Good girl,” he murmured, groaning when you squeezed his member, “Keep going just like that. Oh, just like that.”

His fingers curled up into your pussy, and immediately prodded the rough patch inside. You’d never think in a million years that Raffy Barton would know where the g-spot is located. His thumb worked your clitoris in circles while his fingers fucked you carefully. The rings he wore only added to your pleasure, working like ridges on a ribbed toy. Jerking him a bit faster, he moaned out loud, face contorted by pleasure as he came closer to orgasm. Soon, you felt your walls clamp down around his digits, and the sensitivity in the nub up top became more prominent.

“R-R-Raffy,” you stammered, huffing as it came closer. “Oh god, I’m gonna cum.”

Upon hearing this, he deepened his fingers to prod your g-spot expertly. You shuddered and your muscles tensed as your climax came closer. Not wanting anyone to overhear, you lowered your cries to whimpered curses laced with his name. His own orgasm approached as you rapidly stroked him now, making him groan as he kissed you.

“Come,” Raffy huffed on your lips, “Cum for me, Kitten. I want to feel this pussy cum on my hand. Come on now. Don’t keep me….me waiting.”

Then, you did. Your climax was shaky breaths and constricted muscles. You continued pumping his slick cock, coated by sticky precum. You imagined it inside you later as he brought you over the edge. Raffy watched you the entire time, drinking in the sight of you half naked and quivering in his hand. Right as your orgasm ended, his began. Raffy gritted his teeth and bit his lower lip so much you thought he may draw blood as it hit him. Thick streams of hot cum spilled over your hand, slightly disgusting but also arousing. Raffy’s body contorted to the pleasure, letting it guide him until he was completely spent.

“Fuck-” he breathed, leaning on his side once his climax subsided. He removed his fingers, and brought them to your lips. Naturally, you opened your mouth to taste yourself, something you’ve done plenty of times. “It’s better than I imagined,” he said once he pulled his finger away, “You’re so tight and warm. How am I supposed to stay away from you, hm?”

“Alright,” you sat up and put your breasts back in your bra and shirt, “You got what you wanted. Delete what you have.”

He chuckled, “Not a chance.”

“What?” you looked back over at him, seeing him zip up his trousers. You wiped your sticky hand on a throw blanket on the back of the sofa. “Why not? You got what you wanted, didn’t you?”

“Not nearly,” he told you, bringing you back to him and pecking your lips softly. “Not even an ounce of what I want, and I want quite a lot.” He grabbed your breast again and kissed you deeply, moaning when he tasted your juices on your tongue.

“You said once you got what you wanted, you’d delete them,” you argued.

“And I will, no worries, Kitten,” he reassured you with a soft kiss. “I’d love to stay in here and keep doing this, but there’s a party we need to get back to.”

You didn’t think you could face the people outside after what you just did. You’re not surprised he won’t delete the videos. If only you could get your hands on his phone, then you can do it yourself. No video, no blackmail. The embarrassing, shameful thought that you enjoyed what he just did to you flooded back. You should’ve fought back more. You shouldn’t be so damn weak. What you did only enforced the idea that fat girls are desperate and easy. Perhaps tonight you are. Perhaps tonight you can be. Losing Blossom and Daniel plagued you too long, and if you could lose yourself in the drugs and orgasms Raffy could bring, then you’d accept it for now. You could go back to hating him tomorrow.

Standing on wobbly knees, Raffy led you out of the room by the hand. During your time in the room, the party went into full swing. People grouped together in the middle of the living room, which had been cleared for a dance floor near the stereo. Their bodies gyrated, whirled, rocked and swayed to the hip-hop beats going through the house. Blue lights bathed the white walls in a faint baby blue color, giving the room a club atmosphere instead of a home. The bumping music seemed to ignite the drugs in your system, and brought energy into your relaxed body. You spotted Alice dancing with Kojo, and Natalie dancing close to Archie, Alice’s brother. You hoped neither of them saw you with Raffy, who brought you over to the dance floor. His arm snaked around your waist, with your bodies coming close together again. The drugs coursing in your bloodstream made it hard to care if anyone saw you two. All judgment went out the window when Raffy kissed you again, deeply and tenderly. The only reason you parted was due to the heckling coming from his friends a few feet away. When he swiped a bottle of gin from nearby, he popped it open and tipped some into your mouth. You managed to swallow the burning alcohol, but some dribbled onto your chest.

A thing Raffy had no trouble licking off you, grabbing your ass in the process. You giggled, shocked by the brazen act.

You’d allowed yourself to get lost in the party. The lights blurred your vision. The music drowned out the sorrow and pain plaguing your mind. Nothing could hurt you behind your wall of substances. You drank more gin before passing it to Raffy, who took his own shot. As he drank, you glanced over to see Natalie watching you both. She shifted her eyes to Raffy, then furrowed her brow in confusion. You laughed and shrugged. Raffy turned your face to kiss you again, the pure alcohol flowing between the both of you. He bent to your ear and spoke.

“You turn me on so fucking much,” he growled in your ear, giving your bottom another squeeze. “I can barely contain myself around you now.”

You glanced over his shoulder to see Daniel with Charlotte. With a drink in his hand, he watched you and Raffy enviously. You smirked knowingly.

“You must’ve been a big fan of mine,” you quipped, hands on his shoulders, “To have so much evidence.”

“Too big of a fan,” he replied, kissing your neck. “I should be embarrassed about it, honestly.”

“How come?”

“Because I wank off to you nearly every day…And now I get to fuck you every day too.”

“Says who?

“Says me,” he replied. “I still have your stuff. I can send it whenever I want. So, if you want to make sure everyone keeps thinking you’re an angel, you’ll be a good pet and come home with me tonight.”

His words brought back the reality of the situation again. He basically owned you as long as he had the footage. If you refused him in any way, all he’d have to do is release content into the world. A feeling of helplessness came over you as he pulled you in for another kiss. You regretted ever letting this happen. You should let him post them, and be done with it. He already fingered you on the couch, so he cannot say he received nothing. Running your hands in his blond curls, you thought about how his hands felt on your body. Boys do not pay attention to you like this very often; they’re usually disgusted by you. When will you have another boy touching you this way? When is the next time you’ll be caressed and kissed? You should soak it in for all its worth at the moment. Having someone like Raffy absolutely craving you reminded you of Blossom, a desirable wanton creature from their fantasies.

You continued dancing together, occasionally kissing as you gyrated together, before everyone went to the dining table where they sang happy birthday. Drinking a cocktail of rum, fruit punch and lime soda, your inhibitions became looser. Suddenly, you wanted Raffy. You didn’t care if he was a prick. You didn’t care if you’ll regret it in the morning. You’ll cross that bridge when you get there. If anything, you’ll blame the alcohol in the morning. No doubt he’ll do the same. Warmth spread through your body, and you forced yourself to eat to keep yourself from getting dizzy.

The party raged on until the late hours of the night. By the time Raffy led you out of the house, a chauffeur waiting in a luxury car for him, you giggled from the fuzziness all over you. You slid into the backseat before him, shuddering with anticipation as he joined you. The partition between driver and passengers remained closed, so you only saw a black wall.

“Now that we’re alone again,” Raffy slurred, not wasting a second in capturing your lips, “Come here."

He kept his left hand on your jaw while the right lifted up your top over your chest. Your hands went up his stomach to his chest and then his shoulders, where you felt the lean muscles underneath your fingers. Your arousal ignited once more under the influence of alcohol and Raffy’s lips. Leaving his mouth, you left a trail of open mouthed kisses down his pale throat. He groaned softly at your lips marking spots on his neck and collarbone as his hands went to the clasp of your bra. You heard it unclasp, and fall away from you slightly. Under your shirt, Raffy felt both your tits gently like before. You kissed the top buttons of his shirt, which you popped open to reveal more of him. His smooth ivory chest made the perfect canvas for more hickies and bites. Raffy enjoyed each one, hissing and wincing at the particularly hard ones. Reaching the buckle of his jeans, you swiftly undid his fly to grab his cock from within. The limited space made the position a bit difficult but you've done it in smaller places.

"Suck it," he huffed, small hips wiggling at the arousal building in his groin. "I want to feel the pretty mouth around my dick."

Withdrawing him fully, you slid your tongue across the very top of his dick. You did this a few times, a motion that made his thighs tense up, before sliding down his length. His cock grew harder the longer you teased him. You giggled softly when it twitched in your hand, almost as if moving away from the sensitivity. Chasing that down, you flicked your tongue along the thick under vein where blood pumped through him. You liked the look and feel of it. A white shaft topped with a reddening bulb looked utterly delicious to you. Raffy then moaned particularly loud when you inched his tip to your throat, the faint gagging sounds in the car. He gripped the back of the seat for support as you deepthroat him again.

"Better than your toys, huh?" You couldn't see it, but you knew he’d smiled at this.

"So much better," you said. Precum soon trickled out of his tip, spilling onto your tongue it wasn't unpleasant. You hummed in delight, tasting the sweet but salty substance. "I love sucking cock," you moaned, knowing guys love to hear that even if it's a lie. "So much."

"And now you're going to love sucking mine, Kitten," he groaned.

You continued doing this until the car came to a halt. Quickly, you both straightened yourselves and stepped out right before someone opened the door. Neither of you acknowledged the driver, who'd let you out, since you were too distracted by one another. Raffy’s house remained in semi-darkness, with a low light coming from moonlight and lanterns on a porch outside. Not that this mattered. Raffy was all you could really see. Your sex pulsed and you whimpered when Raffy pushed you up against a wall right inside the foyer. His hands stayed on your hips, lips crashing into yours, as you felt his fingers find the zipper to your skirt. In a flick of his wrist, he unzipped the garment and loosened it enough for him to slide his hands inside. You unzipped his pants for the third time tonight, and lightly stroked his throbbing member.

This propelled Raffy to lead you from the wall into a nearby lounge, where you hit the back of a sofa. You hastily removed the cardigan he'd originally worn to the party and unbuttoned his shirt. Not fully removing the shirt, you went back to groping any part of him you could while he untied the strings to your own jacket. His dick twitched in your hand once more, so you gave it a squeeze that had Raffy growling in your mouth. He grinded himself into your hand a few times as he lifted your shirt and bra over your chest. You moaned softly when his fingers found a nipple to pinch, rolling it between thumb and forefinger.

"Bedroom?" You muttered between kisses, gripping his hair to keep his head where you wanted it.

"Fuck yes," he breathed, chuckling drunkenly.

Stairs are a drunk person's biggest obstacle. You and Raffy stumbled or tripped multiple times as you continued kissing and fondling your way up the stairs. At one point, you landed on him at the top, and felt nearly content to have him there. But no, staircases are too much of a challenge.

Raffy and you eventually made it to his bedroom, which was shrouded in utter darkness. He guided you into the room and shut the door behind him. Clothes immediately came off. The sounds of fabric hitting his bedroom floor were accompanied by the faint whines and whimpers you both let out. The moment he had you naked, Raffy pushed you onto his bed. Underneath, you felt a soft mattress and smooth covers. With a soft click, he turned on his bedside lamp.

"Shit…" he said in a single breath, "Look at you…"

No malice. No taunting. Pure amazement swirled in those blue eyes. In nothing but your panties, you felt wanted under his gaze. Raffy stared at you the way you imagined Blossom’s fans staring at her photos. He wanted you. He wanted all of you. You saw his cock standing at full attention between his thighs, and his chest heaving in every breath. Blond hair more tangled than usual from your hands, and lips swollen from rough kissing, he looked beautiful. You'll worry about the outcome of this in the morning.

"Don't just stand there," you said, reaching for his wrist, "Come here."

You yanked onto the bed with you, and you immediately spread your legs to let him in. Stings of pleasure burned in your clit every time his shaft grinded into you. Your need became exponentially higher when his tip brushed your clit, the head spreading the folds apart for direct contact. You gripped at his biceps, your nails digging into his flesh as he continued this motion. His mouth on your nipple added more kindling to the passion burning inside you.

Your desire held a vice-like grip on you, and only Raffy could break it.

"Raffy, please," you whined into his ear, the way Blossom did in her videos. "Please, don't make me wait any longer."

He grabbed you by the throat. Most inexperienced boys nearly strangle a girl when they try doing this "taboo" move, but not Raffy. Only his thumbs dug into the sides of your neck, while his palm simply pressed to the center. You liked it. The small bit of pressure kept you from breathing too deeply, yet not so much that you'd pass out. He forced you to look at him as he said:

"Call me 'Daddy'," he said, "Like you do in your videos. I like hearing you say it."

Ugh, so typical. But, it was the only way to get what you wanted. Maybe if you did this one favor, he'll delete his evidence and you'll be free.

"Daddy," you called in your most innocent tone, "Please, fuck me. I need it so bad. I feel so tingly and hot down there."

He chuckled between gritted teeth. "Of course, Kitten."

Raffy separated from you to grab a condom from the bedside drawer. He fiddled around in the area for a minute or so before climbing back onto you. You expected him to rip open the packet and slide it on, but he didn't. Instead, he kissed down your body to your center, where he gave your aching pussy a swift lick. Your knees trembled and you gripped his bed sheets as he continued lapping at your soaked clitoris. He wasn't hasty. He circled the tip of his tongue slowly up and around it, occasionally dipping lower to your entrance. Clearly, porn must've taught him a thing or two. Or maybe he's watched enough of your videos to know what made your back arch. Delighted hums escaped your chest and went into the air as he tortured you with his tongue. You didn't want him to stop despite the growing tenderness flickering in your clit. It dawned on you why girls hooked up with him despite his reputation.

Finally, he came back up with the condom. Quickly, he rolled it on and then pressed to your pussy one more time. It was hell. You'd never let him know exactly how badly you needed him, but he knew. It was why he so carefully dragged himself across it before finally pushing inside. A rush of euphoric relief shocked you. You wrapped yourself around him immediately, his lanky body resting on top of yours as he rocked himself into you inch by inch.

Your nails dragged your hands down his back, causing him to thrust into you harder. Soon, Raffy built up a steady rhythm that pushed right near your g-spot. It became unbearable. You swore it was an archer missing the target on purpose. Raffy kept his hips angled a certain way as to touch near it but not on it. You thought at first he must not be finding it, so you directed your hips to guide him there. But then you realized that he did it on purpose when you saw him firmly pin your hips down.

"I decide where this goes, yeah?" He panted, going back to his pace as he knelt up. "You just lay there and take it how I give it to you."

"Daddy…" you cried out when he gave a particularly rough push. "Oh god, Daddy, please."

Holding your hips, he withdrew from you and rolled you over. Stronger than he looked, you thought. Raising your lower half up, you cried out with his swift push back inside you. He knew you liked this position. Being a fan, he must’ve known you liked taking it from behind. You loved being forced down, and slammed into by your lover until you both came. Raffy made it even better with sharp smacks to your ass.

"Yes, yes," you panted, clutching his satin pillowcases, "Smack my ass. Smack it again."

So he did. He did it again, again, and again. You knew your bottom would hurt, but with the overwhelming sensations, it didn't matter.

"Push back," he huffed after a while, "I want to watch you bounce on it-oh god."

You put yourself firmly in place and started rocking your hips. The view Raffy must have awed him. His grip on your waist became tighter as he watched your ass ripple and smack into his narrow hips. He didn't move while you worked, happy to stay kneeling and observing you. The sounds he made were sweet. Short, needy whimpers sometimes followed by soft groans joined your own. So, you alternated between fast and slow strokes to drag out those whiny moans of his.

You then knelt up so your back hit his chest, giving him access to the front of you. His face immediately buried in your neck, kissing and licking there.

"You feel so fucking good," he said in your ear, now bottoming up into you. "I knew it'd be the best pussy I ever had."

"Oh yeah?" You pushed onto his cock and stayed there with him buried deep in you. "I'm the best?"

"Yeah, you are," he grunted, palming and squeezing your breasts. "I spent so many hours watching this pussy take all sorts of toys and dildos, I knew it'd have such a good grip-Fuck, Y/N."

You started rutting against him out of nowhere. His cock now hitting the very center, you held onto his forearms as your orgasm snuck onto you. It rippled throughout your body and constricted every muscle until they burned. His own came with sloppy, erratic thrusts and him holding onto you tightly. You each rode out your climax together, trembling together until you collapsed onto his bed. Laying beside each other, neither of you said anything for a while. You did not know what to say; you're here because he'd expose Blossom if you did not.

"You're better than I expected," you laughed weakly, carefully stretching your burning thighs and legs.

"The fuck's that supposed to mean?" He asked, affronted but amused.

"Guys like you don't know what they're doing when they get in bed," you answered. "You usually care about yourselves."

"I've had a lot of practice," he replied. He turned to you, "I think this is a good start to a wonderful thing, don't you?"

"What do you mean?" You asked cautiously.

"You didn't think I'd only shag you once, did you?" When you stared in confusion, he continued, "I've been wanting to fuck you since I saw your first post. There's no way I'm only hitting this once," he grabbed your bare bottom and pecked your lips.

"You can't do that," you reasoned, sitting up despite your tiredness. "That's…so fucked up, Raffy."

"Who says I can't? I didn't get these illegally. You're 18, so you're legal," he replied, sitting up with you.

"Because it's wrong."

"It wasn't wrong when I was fucking you a few minutes ago," he smirked. "I didn't hear any complaints then."

"Whether I liked the sex or not isn't important," you retorted, "You're exploiting me. You're…Ugh, just delete the photos."

"No," he said confidently. "I've only just scratched the surface of all the things I want to do with you."

"What else could you possibly want?"

"As I told you, nothing too extreme." He scooted closer to you, hand on your thigh, "It's not as if you didn't enjoy it, right? There's nothing wrong with that. I know I definitely enjoyed myself tonight, especially since it's you, Kitten." At your stony expression, he said, "Look, I'm not going to tell anyone about it. It'll stay between us, if you want," he pecked your bare shoulder, then brought his sheets over both of you. "I'm not deleting them. Don't try unlocking my phone either because I have them elsewhere."

You slid off the bed, wrapping the duvet around your body. Your disbelief turned into anger. He made you go through strenuous sex with him, for him to not only go through with his end of the bargain. You honestly should not be surprised. Guys like Raffy will seize any chance at free sex. He didn't stop you as you made your way to the door. Shutting it behind you, you stewed in your anger as you cleaned yourself up. You hated it. Yes, you'd liked the sex but not enough to let him continue extorting you.

You felt so helpless.

****

Raffy watched you leave into the bathroom, then reached for his phone. He stopped the recording, and then accessed it from his gallery. He skimmed through the video to the end, where he and you spoke. He cropped it out. His friends didn't need to know what he held over your head. They only needed evidence. He then added the one from the car, and Archie's sitting room. You looked divine to him.

Raffy: bagged the fattie tonight! Worth it!

He waited for them to respond. He put on the first video, content with watching how you slowly unraveled for him. You must be desperate for sex if you let him have it so easily. Not that he blamed you. Lots of girls fell for his charms in the end. He would've thought there was something wrong with you if you'd said 'no'. He watched the way your breasts spilled from your top, and how sensitive they were to his mouth. He'd loved sucking on them alone. But, the best part was your orgasm. Raffy could watch you orgasm over and over and never tire of it.

Kojo: yooo you did?? LMAO

Nav: Hope you're not hurting too bad hahaha

Kyle: and your bed is still intact lmao

He attached the video and sent it into the chat. Honestly, you aren't as large as they say. He certainly handled you without issue. He liked all the soft rolls and curves he could hold onto. They didn't understand because they never broaden their minds in the world of sexual pleasure. Next to him, tucked away inside his dresser are all the sex books he'd bought over the years. He spent time studying the female body and sex just to be the best. Girls don't come back if you're shit in bed. He would have you more than once, certainly. Raffy sat back against his pillows, the glow of his orgasm still lingering inside him. He heard the shower inside turn on. He considered joining you, simply to hold you in his arms for a while.

Raffy: And that's only half the action boys! She gave me a handy at the party and head in the car.

The best he's ever had. He remembered being stuck in a place between reality and utter bliss the entire time. From the moment he felt you cum around his fingers, he couldn't satiate his appetite. Normally, he can contain himself with girls. They didn't like it if he pushed or acted too forward, but not you. He's sure you did this because of the blackmail, but he knew you enjoyed it. You came so much and so hard on him that your juices spread onto his balls. Your pussy gripped him in a way that he thought he might lose all sense. You could have asked him for his car keys, and he would've handed them over. How can you expect him to give it up so easily?

Nav: FUCK SHE'S HOT!! 🤩🤩

Kojo: Bruv, I take back everything I said about her. Look at them tits, man! I'm in love 😍

Nav: she knows her way around a cock for sure

Archie: Can I have a turn??

Raffy: she's too much woman for you Chubs

Archie: I'm bigger than you. I could handle her.

Kyle: He's not wrong. You're a twig, mate.

Raffy: I like to think I'm more of a branch than a twig.

Raffy watched the car video, where he held the phone to show you choking on his length. You'd kept him walking around the edge the entire time. He might ask you to suck him off again only so he could feel your mouth and tongue. Some of Raffy’s favorite videos were the blowjob POVs.

Kojo: just noticed she's wearing stockings.

Nav: love that 😍

Kojo: yo let us come over for a turn, yeah? 🤣

Raffy: as if

The shower turned off. You could use whatever you liked in his bathroom. He pictured you coming out, dripping wet and batting your lashes, telling him you can't find a towel. He'd offer to dry you himself, just to make sure you're dry, and it leads to a second round inside your gorgeous body. But instead, you came out dry with his duvet wrapped around you again. It'll have your scent on it now. He couldn’t wait to bury his face in it.

"I've decided to go along with your bullshit exploitation," you said, arms crossed. "For now," you added quickly.

"Okay," he snorted as if he needed your permission in the first place.

Kyle: I reckon that's a whopping 300 points

Kojo: lucky fucker

He put his phone down and pulled the sheets down next to him. "Stay with me," he said, patting the bed. "I like having you here."

"Your parents won't care that a girl stayed over?"

"They're in Paris."

Or so said their last message. Raffy didn't want to think about them right now.

When you did not come to him, he went to you. Cupping your face, he placed gentle kisses on your lips and cheeks. He kept kissing you until he lured you into the bed with him, letting you straddle him. Nav was wrong. Your weight did not hurt him at all; he liked it. It was similar to a restraint, light and with a bit of wiggle room. He pulled the covers over you again, and you two spent the night kissing and fondling until you drifted to sleep.

He slept like a baby.

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a/n: Hey, I hoped you all liked this one. It’s my first ty tennant fic so I’m not sure if it’s any good lol Thanks for reading

#ty tennant #raffy consent #raffy barton #consent 2023 #raffy x reader #raffy x you #raffy x yn

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