#alicent you’re so touch starved baby

[gothicgaycowboy]

accidentally breaking aegon’s nose by riding his face too hard

I was finally able to write something short and sweet aren’t you proud of me 🤭? as always this is my modern aegon who’s parents are rhaenyra and alicent, hope you enjoy it<3 (1.2k words)

You’d think by now you would know how to sit on your boyfriend’s face, but to be fair it wasn’t really your fault.

Aegon had been working you up all day knowing you would be too busy with work to get a moment away. From texting you every dirty thing he wanted to do to you, to sending you pictures of him laying in your bed with his half-hard cock telling you how much he missed you. You didn’t understand what had gotten into him. He’d always had a high libido but he wasn't usually such a tease about it.

Whatever it was though, it worked on you. You had gotten almost no work done, way too distracted by the spam of dirty messages. Just when you thought he was giving you a break, a familiar vibration pulsed from your phone. At that point you knew the drill, make sure no one was around before clicking on the notification.

Aeggs: he's so lonely without you :(

Accompanying the text was a photo of him; naked thighs spread wide, shirt unbuttoned revealing the chain that dangled around his neck, hand squeezing around the tip of his pink leaking cock as it dripped down his pale fingers.

At that moment you craved nothing more than to lick his hand clean, and suck the rest of his cum out of his beautiful cock. Your thighs squeezed together so hard you were sure they would be sore the next day.

You couldn’t take it anymore, so you may or may not have deceived your boss into thinking you were too ill to continue working. Faking being sick is something that everyone has done at some point in their lives—maybe not to go home and fuck their slutty boyfriends but still.

He didn’t even get a word in before you directed him. “Bed, now.”

He may not have been known as the smartest of all his brothers but he could follow orders like no other. By the time your clothes hit the floor Aegon was already laid bare before you. The sight he’d been teasing you with all day, finally within your reach.

“Don’t make me wait for it, baby,” a cocky smile graced your boyfriend’s pink lips. The fucking nerve of him.

“Me, make you wait? Me, tease you? Oh you’re gonna get it now.” You crawled over his body placing your legs on either side of his neck. “Put your hands where I can see them. You’re not allowed to touch me for that shit you pulled earlier, but I’m going to enjoy myself.”

He nodded obediently to your demands, clearly eager to get to work on your ‘punishment’. Without another word you plopped yourself down onto his waiting mouth, tugging his silver hair into your hands like a lead.

His tongue found its way to your clit quicker than it ever had before, causing you to jump with surprise. No matter how many times you two had sex you were always shocked by how fucking good he was at it. “Fuuck, Aegon,” Despite being in control this time you couldn’t help the submissive whines that spilled out of you.

The movements of Aegon’s mouth became more intense as his confidence tended to boost when you made ‘pretty noises’ for him—his words, not yours. His tongue expertly created a pattern of movements through your lips, dipping back and forth from your aching clit to your desperate hole, occasionally sucking at your bud until you could feel your pulse running through it.

He was like a man starved despite the fact that you had just done this very thing the night prior.

“You like that baby?” His question was mumbled against your pussy.

You sighed out of your nose just as upset as you were turned on that he was still so pleased to have you denying him any affection after the stunt he pulled today. “No talking.” Your tone was as harsh as you tugged harder at his locks until his face was completely flush to your cunt.

Still he persisted at his usual strenuous pace. You wanted to cry from pleasure, toes curling on both sides of your boyfriends head. Your hips began to rock at their own speed, meeting his mouth with equal eagerness.

“Yes just like that,” The vibrations of Aegons moans against you soaking core making it impossible to hold off your impending orgasm much longer. You were already so close and it felt like it had just started. Honestly it was a wonder to you how you managed to last even this long with how pent up you were all day.

“I’m gonna come, fuck,” Aegon let out a clear groan of encouragement underneath you. Unconsciously your pelvis began grinding harder against the Targaryen’s face, his nose bumping against your clit when it wasn’t being sucked between his lips. Your back arched as you visualized your peak coming to an end.

Harder.

Faster.

Pelvis meeting skull in a storm of passion.

Without meaning to, you slipped higher up your boyfriend’s face while grinding against him, desperate to reach your end. That’s when you felt it.

Crack.

You broke his fucking nose.

You acted swiftly, pulling yourself off him and making sure he was at least still alive. You gently tugged his face in your hands to gaze in your direction, getting a better look to assess the damage. “Fuck baby are you okay? I’m so sorry, oh shit—” his nose was leaning to the left side of his face with dark streams of blood leaking out of each nostril.

His eyes welled up slightly with tears in his waterline. “Why’d you stop?” Was the first thing out of his mouth.

You were completely blown away by his seeming lack of concern for his own safety. “You’re fucking joking right? Aegon, I broke your nose!”

“Yeah but you were almost done anyway.” He defended, looking more upset that you didn’t come than his bloodied nose.

A smile grew across your lips. How could one person manage to be so frustrating yet so cute at the same time? Your thumbs rubbed softly at the sides of his injured face. “You really are something you know that?” You laughed.

“Thank you.” He grinned before wincing at the pain of moving his face.

“We have to get you to the ER.” You moved away from him, running around the room to pick up both your clothes and dress yourself.

“But you haven’t even—” you cut him off before he could finish his stupid sentence.

“My orgasm is not nearly as important as making sure I didn’t permanently fuck up your nose. Get dressed, please, I’m going to get you an ice pack for that.” You pointed to the centre of his face.

He made a pouty noise but complied nonetheless, tugging some tissues out from the bedside table to absorb the blood running down his face.

You walked to the freezer, pulling out the cold compress. When you made your way back into the room you found a fully dressed Aegon who looked like the cat who ate the canary. You stood in front of him pushing the compress delicately against his nose. “What’s got you so excited all of a sudden?”

He smirk became wider. “Just thinking about how proud my mums will be when I tell them how I broke my nose.”

Your cheeks heated at his words. The image of his mothers mortified faces as he explains to them in detail how his injuries were caused entering your mind. “You’re not funny.”

“Oh I’m quite serious, they’ll be happier than when they found out I actually managed to get into a university without bribing anyone.”

You found out just how genuine he was being a couple days later when he dialed them up on speaker phone for you to hear.

[bucknastysbabe]

Handsome Devil • C. Cole

Rating: Explicit

Word count: 4.3k of uhhh I love this little guy lets break him

Tags: PEGGING, prostate massage, anal sex, oral (f and m! receiving) femdom, modern au, college au, Criston is actually a little Baby Girl but pretends to be Big Man, like he’s a touch-starved needy SLUT, enemies to lovers, fast burn, Degredation and dirty talk, feminization, alcohol use, Alicent is a sad lesbian and I stand by this, man tears, subby spacey boy, Alicent is DONEEEE

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The more you learned about the enigmatic Criston Cole, the less you wanted to know. Mainly because his bravado was a bluff you could only seem to see. He listened to those idiotic chauvinist podcasts. You’d almost asked Alicent why she brought the asshole around so often.

But you knew. They both got dumped by Rhaenyra, who was moving on as they stewed. Her new man was quite hot. Poor Ali, she was the epitome of sad sapphic poetry. Stuck in the ways of her upbringing— a limbo of sorts. Still, a dear friend whom you tried to uplift and support, especially after the breakup.

Meanwhile, she was getting closer to Criston. Who you had remained to have a normal conversation with. Usually, you’d argue with him until he would yell or storm out— over topics such as tampons being taxed or the gender pay gap. Alicent would merely ignore you two, pouring over a book, headphones in.

The prick was a waste of good looks in your opinion. There had to be a chink in his proverbial armor. Perhaps something under the puffed chest and nice clothes. Social media didn’t turn up much besides his frat and different dates every day of the week. He had multiple retweets of meninism or whatever the fuck incels called it these days.

The only observation you could draw from his socials and continuous annoying existence was he couldn’t keep a girlfriend. You weren’t going to reach out to Rhaenyra either.

You’d have to test your theory next time he was over with Ali. That was nearly always if he wasn’t out being a “frat star” or had class. You heard his clipped tones and her replies as you lay in bed. You’d have to get up and say hello. There was an ongoing competition to who could give the least excited greeting after all.

“Oh, you again.”

“Yep,” he replied, popping the ‘p’. You narrowed your eyes and shouldered past his stupidly good-looking body. You could feel the heat of his gaze follow your frame to the refrigerator.

“Care for something Cole?”

“Sparkling water. Anyways have you heard about this new-“

You tuned Criston’s impressively sexist commentary out, handing the sparkling water to him and landing a smack to a pert ass. It was a heavy handed smack— like the prick was some poor girl at a party. Alicent already had her headphones in, typing away, pointedly ignoring you two. Criston spluttered and gaped, brows furrowing.

“What the fuck was that for?”

His brows were pulled tight and cheeks flushed. ‘Fuck yes!’ you thought, this might be ammo. Shrugging you stated, “I dunno, figured you talk so much about these horrid men you’d want to be treated like one of their ‘bitches’, yes?”

Criston hissed, “You’re so dramatic, don’t touch me.” You couldn’t help but smirk at his trembling hands on the countertop, drink left untouched. A certain stagnancy was in the air. Making a faux expression of concern you cooed at him.

“Oh, my bad, did alpha sigma male chad Criston get his pretty ass slapped?”

He gasped, actually gasped out loud.

You changed gears, “I mean, someone needs to fuck all those emotions outta’ you. Such a whiny thing. None of your frat bros take it out on that sweet ass? Back when you were a freshman? C’mon you were soooo twinky then.”

Criston’s bravado had shattered quite more than you anticipated. His stark white knuckles on the marble counter trembled, a red flush appearing down the tan neck. He ran an exasperated hand through his curls, voice weak, “I’ve done nothing ah-of the sort. What game are you playing here? I only fuck girls.”

“The hot gossip was that Rhaenyra had you on all fours, like a sweet pup.”

He chugged the sparkling water, sweat beading on his forehead. Placing it down with a shaking hand Cole warbled, crossing his arms defensively “Th-that’s lies, fuck off, really, you’re into that degeneracy?” You laughed and sauntered off with your own drink, pausing at your bedroom door.

“If you need a good fucking, my door is open, I’d give that mouth of yours something to suck on.”

Criston visibly shivered and swallowed, adjusting his pants. Narrowing his eyes, he snatched his laptop and walked away. You blew a kiss, closing your door. Either Criston would take the bait or continue on into misery. You had a feeling it would only be a matter of time.

Ali and Criston were trashed from her sorority’s formal and you said you’d be the designated driver. You had completely forgotten until Ali sent a text, “met a hot chick walking to her dorm, Cris still needs a ride. Pleaseeeee🥺🥺🥺🥺” For the sake of Alicent getting her pussy ate for once you told her you’d pick up bozo. Which he eagerly got into your car, still taking pulls from his bottle of dark liquor.

You stared in abject horror at his disheveled state, particularly the way his pinched look was absent. Criston Cole was shitfaced to say the least. His eyes were hazy and reddened, a loose way in which he held himself, none of that tightness. Criston sat forward, whining, “Change the music, something else, ugh!”

“We have a 30-minute drive so it better be good Cole.” He clumsily plugged his phone in…and out came the wailing tones of Morrissey. You did a double take— wondering if Criston Cole was truly a fan of the ultimate sad sack music? You loved the band too but this felt...strange. Criston laid back and sang along, stretching his legs, dark hair flowing in the wind.

“The Smiths huh?”

Dark eyes regarded you slowly. He mumbled, “The- the songs, they get me. It’s s’good. I’ve heard you listen to them.”

“Yeah they’re a favorite of mine actually,” you admitted. How come he couldn’t talk to you about that? You scoffed, he was such a fucking weirdo. Criston smiled goofily, looking over at you. He laughed, “You’re being nice to me!”

“You’re not being a raging dick head, of course, I’ll return the favor Criston.”

He grinned some more, eyes out the window, singing along to the lyrics. His smile faded but he continued to softly murmur along.

And I’m not happy and I’m not sad.

“You hanging in there okay? Not feeling sick?”

“Nah, m’fine, didn’t really hit it heavy until later. When we had to dance and shit.” You smirked, prodding a broad shoulder. Criston snorted, “I don’t like to dance unless I’m properly loaded, too awkward.”

You laughed, “I love to dance! It’s not all business.”

He took another swig and rasped, “Trust me, it’s quite awful, I can deal with that shitty frat grinding for a bit, no finesse in that. You won’t catch me fist pumping around.”

You decided drunk Criston was entertaining. Fishing through the car’s compartments you asked “Wanna smoke?” He groaned in delight, “Fuck yes, Ali hates it.” You lit up one and handed it to him, suppressing the shiver at the soft touch of his warm fingertips.

You smoked along with him, belting Handsome Devil.

I say, I say, I say, I crack the whip! And you skip but you deserve it— you deserve it deserve it deserve it.

He giggled a bit, pretty face exclaiming the innuendo filled lyrics. Cole unbuttoned his stiff blazer and threw the last dregs of his cigarette out. You softly glanced over, shaking your head at this strange version of the bane of your existence. He raised a thick brow and questioned “What? You’re looking through me again.”

“You’re a fun drunk,” you laughed with eyes on the road.

“I’ve been told that I don’t know- it’s weird,” he murmured.

“It’s not weird. You don’t need a drink to lighten yourself up,” you playfully rolled your eyes, “Or be a raging chauvinist.”

Criston narrowed his eyes, lightly shoving you by the shoulder. You giggled and yelped, “Hey- easy there- I’m driving!” Criston snorted, “Then drive and don’t insult me. Also, I’m taking Ali’s bed, better than that shit they give me at the frat house.”

Criston is alone in the apartment with you. That would be a first. You merely nodded with a weak, “Aye-aye captain.” He asked for another cigarette, singing and smoking. You would peer at his relaxed face and shoulders, smiling softly.

It would be back to normal come morning.

He was a bit drunker than you expected upon arrival. Criston stumbled a bit closing the car door, clumsy footsteps leading to the stairs. You followed along, getting out your key and snickering. Cole smelled good; a mix of cologne, cigarettes, and expensive bourbon. You ignored the way he was towering over you.

You unlocked the door and let him in, turning back to lock it again. As you twisted again, the brunette’s big hands and lips were on your face. His voice cracked as he moaned, “Want you so fucking bad, c’mon baby, c’mon.” You’d love to indulge him but the man was wasted.

Gently removing yourself from him you shook your head to state, “Criston. You’re drunk. Maybe sleep this off a little before making moves.” He frowned, puppy eyes shining pitifully. He huffed, running a hand through his wind-blown hair. “Right, right, m’sorry, I just.” He began to walk away.

“You just what?”

Criston shot you the most pitiful look. The type of look that made you want to baby him. Then make him cry. You leaned toward babying him right now. Criston untied his laces, voice sulky, “You intimidate me so I just act like a prick. I thought since the other day you might be interested.”

You sighed at the pouting man.

“Criston, darling, I really wish we didn’t have this moment when you’re fucked up. No funny business but you can cuddle with me tonight. Since you look like a sad puppy.”

He seemed to brighten a bit, apologizing, “I- I know! And don’t call me that.”

Rolling tired eyes, you moved into your bedroom while stripping. He stared at you merely clad in underwear and a thin tank. Maybe you could play around with him in the morning? Alicent will want to play sleepover at least two more nights before the inevitable breakdown.

Criston eventually shuffled in, wearing his briefs and dumb little argyle socks. He climbed clumsily onto the bed, you chiding, “Under here dummy, here!” He snickered, warm body sidling to your own. A tan arm wrapped its way around your waist, the man like a damn Koala the way he plastered himself to you.

He pressed a few little kisses before getting batted on the head. Criston groaned before snuffling, “You’re so strange, God, make me feel goddamn crazy.” His legs intertwined with your own, lips smirking against your nape.

“So does this mean you aren’t always…so sexist?” you asked.

He didn’t reply but you knew the answer. Sleep reached the pair of you easily, especially poor drunk Criston. He’d be alright after some breakfast. The man laced his fingers with yours, dreaming of happy things.

You awoke with a very hard dick slotted between your ass cheeks. Criston still had a death grip on you— inky curls tickling your face. Raising a brow you took inventory of the situation. The man was not awake. But he was groaning and rutting against your ass.

This should be good.

“Criston- uhhh- Criston!,” you yelped. Brown eyes opened wide, his cute face half red and curls adorably sleep-mussed. He retracted himself in a flail of limbs, apologizing profusely. He seemed to be getting more frantic until you put a hand on his surprisingly still-hard dick.

Criston’s wide eyes flicked down to your hand and back up to your dead serious face. He gulped, “I- uh- enjoyed last night. Sorry.” Holding back a laugh, your hand tightened a little on his girth, straining the dark fabric. The man was bigger than you thought, especially after all that horrid talk.

He whimpered a little, eyelids fluttering, dark lips falling open. You questioned the man “Well, Ali won’t be here for a bit. Maybe I can make good on my promise Hm?” Another whimper graced your ears. Criston whined softly, “Please, yes, please.”

You immediately straddled him, Criston groaning, remaining pliant. Caressing his cheek you asked “How’s the hangover? Maybe some breakfast and water first? I’ll be a good little housewife and make it for you.” He scoffed, lips turning up a hair, “I always thought you had it in you. Sure.”

You ignored his comments while making some French toast. Soon you’d have the man crying and shaking, Criston could cling to his manhood while he ate. Immediately after— you two had climbed back into bed, you atop his slim hips, the tank top was far gone.

His big hands greedily pawed at your tits, Criston lapping into your mouth. You had reached around to curl your fingers in slightly overlong hair, moaning into his mouth. You’d been lazily rutting your hips against his cock, enjoying the man trying to cut off his moans.

What was he going to do when you had two fingers in his ass playing with his prostate?

You smirked and pulled back, him chasing you forward, brows pinching. Sliding both of your palms down his chest you cooed, “Lay back, I got you, sweetheart.” Criston fell back like a chopped tree, dark eyes looking up. You inched down tan skin until you sat between his thighs, patting his hips so you could get his underwear off. His adorably soaked fucking briefs.

“You’re excited hm? All wet for me?”

Criston shivered, thighs twitching as he bit his bottom lip, swallowing audibly. You eased off his underwear, fighting back laughter as you threw them to the side. It was the reverse of what usually happened in bed for the man— you knew that. His cock was flushed and gorgeous as it slightly dribbled pre onto olive skin.

You hummed in excitement, laying on your belly as you took his length in hand. Criston’s stomach twitched as he breathed in sharply, face agonized. You immediately lowered your head to the slit and laved off the pre, eyes coming up to meet his.

“Oh fucking…fuck,” he muttered, hands fisting in the comforter. He was holding back— big time. You would get Criston to unwind soon. You felt the poor baby didn’t know what was hitting him. Swallowing down the head of his cock you rolled his balls with your other hand, making the man groan and twitch again.

You bobbed your head in a familiar rhythm, making sure to drool all over his cock, the wetter the better. Coming up to flick your tongue at the frenulum or his sensitive tip had more spit rolling down to his balls and Criston throwing his head back to moan.

You’d try a little stimulation first before shocking the man with the anal question. While still sucking, the hand holding his balls crept back to shove two fingers up into that sensitive thin skin. You felt him from the other side, that hard gland was a bit swollen. Good god, had the guy not cum in days?

Criston’s entire demeanor shifted as you stroked his taint. His legs subtly widened, stomach sucking in as he let out the tiniest little whine. You pulled off his cock immediately, still stroking as you needled, “Crisssston, you like me playing with your special spot? Spreading your legs for me like a slut.”

He whimpered and a hand came up to his head as if to hide his eyes. Cole managed to reply after heaving a couple of times. The man moaned, “You- you can’t! Ohmygod s’fucking good- no!”

Kissing his trembling hips you kept massaging and stroking, murmuring in a more gentle tone “It’s okay sweetheart, it’ll be our little secret, I think you’ll feel good if you let me play some more. Really milk you dry. You want that baby?”

He moaned long and loud, cock slightly spitting onto his messy stomach. You grinned, watching Criston unravel by the second. He was a goddamn princess, wanting to be babied and loved on. He babbled, “Please yes— don’t tell anyone please I want it so so so bad please!”

You smiled at him, pressing lips to his hipbone again, shushing his pleading. This was going to be a fun ride for your new toy. You eased your fingers back, instructing Cole to bend his legs, he huffed and immediately followed the order.

It took a lot of petting and hushing until you’d breached his tight rim. You had to get up and grab lube when Criston started to ramble and tighten in apprehension. He was looser around your fingers but still wound tighter than a bowstring.

Every breath was a soft little noise, his dark orbs nervously flicking down to watch. You slipped your middle finger along the pointer, sitting flush up against his thighs for comfort. Watching his face you fingered deeper, fingers awkwardly searching for his prostate. You knew you’d found it when he jolted and shouted abruptly, tensing up.

He mewled like a cute little slut when you dragged your fingers across the gland, legs tightening around your hips before he arched and spread wider for you. Cooing in surprise you remarked, “Good boy, yesss, spreading your legs for me like a sweet baby.”

Criston seemed to lose more control at your words, crying wordlessly and writhing as he was worked over. His hands grasped and held at your waist, nails digging in just so. You grinned and put more pressure on him. He responded easily, shuddering and whining as his cock leaked more and more.

“Please, oh my god, please more, more, touch me!”

You leaned over his trembling body, lips ghosting over his drooling ones, practically fucking him with your fingers. Criston was sloppy as he pressed swollen lips against yours, tongue desperately lapping inside, moaning all the while. Snickering at him only had him whine and try harder, brain slowly oozing out of his ears with every rough jab of your digits.

You breathed when he did, softly demanding, “You’re so damn needy Criston, come for me and loosen up pretty baby.” Swiping a lazy hand across the mess of his sensitive stomach had Cole gasping and falling apart whimpering. His trembling hands slapped to the bed as you felt his ass tighten around your fingers, cock flexing as he spilled all over his stomach.

Criston dissolved into tears, blabbering, “I-I’m still cumming, ah, mmm, I’m s-still cumming!” You smirked as you dragged across his sweet spot again, forcing another whiny sob and gush of essence out. He was writhing again, back arching to figure out whether to escape or fuck back onto your digits.

“Goodness. You’ve made a mess of yourself. Attention whore, you just needed to be coddled and loved on. Stupid little pet,” you drawled.

“Mhm, mhm, yes!,” Criston groaned, “A fucking whore.”

“You want something bigger in your ass honey? Since you’re my whore?”

His eyes rolled a little, you having to hold his cheek to get the man’s full attention. Criston stared at you with wide eyes, mouth fumbling around a response. You slid your fingers out of him gingerly, relocating to a nearby shirt, wiping your hand off.

Criston breathed, “God oh- uh- God, yes, yes I want it.”

He blinked in shock when you were back between his thighs, looming over his already used body. The polka-dotted harness and strap-on cock were secured. Criston had been quiet and pliant while you got ready, hand rubbing his achy cock, squirming and softly sighing in need. You tittered at him in sympathy, poor baby's dick had not wilted since the beginning of this excursion.

You fisted the strap with a lubed hand, smiling at Criston's little noises and trembling. Off a look alone, one would think he was either a virgin or a nympho. Sliding your non-lubed palm up his inner thigh had Criston whine deep in his chest, dark lashes fluttering across reddened cheeks. He slurred softly "M'ready, unnh, be gentle?"

Rubbing soothing circles into his lean thigh you hummed, honey dripping from your words, "Don't have to worry about a thing sweetie, I've got you. You're gonna love it I promise." Criston nodded, puppy eyes trained on you, his hands slithering to your hips to grip the flesh.

You rubbed the tip of the blunt strap against his loosened ass, inching in enough to pop the tip. Criston’s breath drew tight, eyes wide, fear flitting across his features. You shoved both of your thighs up under his, stroking tan flanks while murmuring, “Relax, s’okay baby, jus’ us Criston, relax.”

He nodded with a strangled noise, the silicon cock sliding in halfway, you laying down atop Criston. You traced a hand across his stubbled cheek to dark hair, kissing eager lips. Cole opened for you with a hopeless moan, then a cry as you jerked your hips— the fake dick all the way inside now. You whispered between kisses, “Mm- there we go- good boy- takin’ me all the way like that.”

“Uh-huh,” he garbled out, pretty eyes rolling.

His bigger arms had wrapped around your back, leaving your lower half to fuck him in a shallow rhythm, grazing his sensitive sweet spot. You had one arm up and in Criston’s hair, the other holding his hip as you fucked him. Moans fell out of his swollen mouth on every thrust, his legs flopping between tightening and falling loose.

“Aw, baby, you feel good? You being my good whore Criston?”

Criston sobbed, rutting back onto your dick and wrapping long legs around your waist. He slurred some nonsense as you fucked into him harder, angling downward to hit his prostate. Soon you struck it again, the sweet baby between your legs crying and wailing, kissing and holding you all the while.

You idly wondered if the neighbors could hear Criston being thoroughly used and broken down into mush.

He panted, “Oh, god god god, oh baby, m’gonna cum again!”

“Yeah priss? Gonna cum from having a dick in your slutty pussy?”

Criston trembled and made the most pitiful noise, blabbering and kissing frantically as his arms tightened, “Fuck! Yes!” You grinned and returned the needy little pecks, clapping your hips against his ass, watching his cock leak and swell once again. He’d probably have the orgasm of his life soon. Striking Cole deep began the fire, and then your words set him aflame, burning up as he came with another wail.

He impossibly tightened around you, cum flooding your stomachs as he whimpered, cried, and carried on like the needy little thing he was. Criston sobbed, “Pl-pl-ease don’t ever stop-p! S’go-od! Ohmygod m’all yours, only yours, forever!” You grinned and eased out of him, unclipping the strap-on so you could coddle your whiny toy.

“Such a cute baby, did so well, hmm, you needed to cum huh priss?”

Criston nodded into your neck, not wanting to let go. He asked in a tiny voice “Lemme be yours?” Stroking his slightly sweaty hair you replied, “Sure babes, just remember who blew your mind right here. You’re mine now.” He let out a soft noise, nodding pliantly, nosing and kissing your smooth skin. If you could picture it, hearts were just appearing over the man.

You’d have to talk to him again when he wasn’t a submissive mess— but Criston seemed quite eager to be petted and called pretty. Fucking Princess. You held back your laughter as the thought bubbled up. He was so damn clingy right now you could pull out a purse and he’d crawl into it, or if you had a leash? Criston Cole would definitely be excited.

He just needed to be trained up a little, s’all.

Alicent was tired. She had met a nice girl for once, but she couldn't go shack up for a week as much as she wanted to. Criston and her 'froomie' had been radio silent. The redhead feared they may have killed each other. She gently keyed into the tiny apartment and slunk in, eyes darting around.

"That's good, ah, good boy!" came the cry of Alicent's roommate. She clapped a hand over her mouth, eyes widening in horror. Alicent wanted to melt into the floor. Dear bestie had one of her 'toys' over. Alicent could maybe duck and scramble her way into her room-- from the noises, it sounded like she was receiving some oral attention.

Ali dropped to her knees and ignored the moaning and slick noises. A deeper voice moaned something, Alicent's roommate responding, "Oh shush prissy, there's no one here. You're just being paranoid." The Hightower girl paused again, crawling behind the loveseat. The noises of very...excited cunnilingus ramped back up. She made the horrid choice to peak out before making the final cross.

Criston 'I don't eat pussy' Cole was on his knees. Eating the pussy of his mortal enemy, Alicent's roommate. Quite enjoyed it from the way he had a hand shoved down his sweats. How long had they been at it? It hit Alicent that the whole apartment reeked of marathon fucking. She could not believe this. Sure they had lowkey sexual tension but this?

Alicent scrambled across to her room, eyes forward and praying no one would notice.

"OH MY GOD- NOnONO! Christ!"

"Oh shit sorry Alicat! I didn't hear you come in! He's trained now!"

Alicent stood behind her closed door, hand over her helplessly smiling mouth. Oh my god, she couldn't be serious right now. Criston Cole broke in as the roomie's toy while she was gone. Hell must have frozen over. She laughed, Criston's miserable voice echoing from the living room. Alicent had to get away from the door so he would not hear her losing her mind. Good for them, good for them!

[sunnysideaeggs]

hi babes this is my ep 3 review. this is a lil monday tradition i love to yap

lmao rhaenys subtly gagging rhaenyra and calling her out. i’m liking her more and more compared to the first season, she seems more rounded and actually a figure of peace instead of coping

now rhaenyra is coping lol. ‘a little boy murdered in his bed’ ‘but my throonee :((((‘

rhaenyra parentifying rhaena and making her go to her mother’s place of death to safeguard her sons 🙄 not even recognizing the burden she is putting in her. a white woman giving her children to raise to a black girl smh

i like a lot what they’re making with rhaena, giving her actual thoughts that often contradict her ‘side’. go get your hightower husband girl

why no one remembered that larys, yk, the greens’ master of whispers, is lord of harrenhal? like of course it is a green location? where is he? isn’t he a memeber of the council? why does he never attends council meetings?

lmao not daemon wishing to be called king when the proper title is king consort. let me just get a meme:

i just realized that alicent now dresses less ‘richly’ maybe to indicate frugality during war to the people. ‘look, we’re not having feasts while you starve’ kind of vibe. the green queen beloved of the smallfolk

and she is also less structured because she doesn’t need to cover herself for viserys. i enjoy her having the freedom to dress as she likes

as a sansa lover, i must say i love rhaena. go gentle princess with a good who feels everything too much and wears courtesy as a weapon. i love u

if they’re diminishing helaena’s grief and they’re not going to give me helaena taking revenge in dreamfyre istg 🤨🤨🤨

I KNEW THE ARMOR WAS VALYRIAN STEEEEELL 🔥🔥🔥 that’s why it doesn’t fit him it literally isn’t made for him. i hope it’s fireproof

egg promoting his lads 😭 medieval networking

lol larys is the kind of guy that suddenly comes to you with the weirdest true crime facts that leave you feeling icky. i love him

aegon did the alicent disappointed face to his kingsguard. neat party trick

not making baelon cheat on alyssa 🙄 our one successful sibling marriage and they take it from us

tbh if i was dyana you wouldn’t catch a glimpse of me after the meeting with alicent. fuck king’s landing, that stinky city. i would have alicent get me a little house in oldtown. a job as a cook. no chance of any dirty man getting his hands on me. why keep victimizing a character for no reason condal?

any dragonseed should zip it for good, unless you get something for your heritage. my mom was a lyseni whore, that’s what i would say. nobody asks you questions when you say your mom was a lyseni whore

aegon 🙄 i thought we were getting past this. i hope he apologizes, i’m tired of this aemond slander.

i dislike the full frontal scene with aemond. literally gratuitous, no one asked for it. and we know there’s awful people saying shit about ewan’s body, they now get another chance of making fun of his most intimate parts and aemond’s intimate moments. why.

finally some class conscience exploration with criston? are my prayers being answered?

lmao not rhaenyra getting another girl daemon. i dislike baela’s hot head since ever but if it gives me comedic relief i’ll take it

rhaenyra is his father’s daughter. not a compliment

i love how daemon barricades his door just to… open it when he thinks someone wants to get in. and gets out. big forehead not big brain.

MILLY APPEARS YAYYYY 🥰🥰🥰 jaehaerys noooooo 😭😭😭

i could see jae’s actor kinda winking, his little lashes twitching. he’s a baby and he’s doing his best omg 😭💕 it could be the candles tho

yes daemon cry i hate you

imagine you’re a kid and they tell you your job is to be still and have a pretty lady hum at you and touch your cheek. so comforting tbh

ALYS APPARITION YAYYYY 🥰🥰🔥 she’s as stunning and disturbing as i imagined her. devoured. ate him alive. as she should.

lmao of course alicent would think war is to be averted after seeing her grandson without a head 🙄 and if she does she’s dead to me istg

yes rhaenyra threaten a queen 🙄 of course she will react well and think of making peace with you. at gunpoint. classical targaryen.

also she literally smuggled a weapon into a church. threatened to spill blood in a holy place. then ask why people don’t believe you have any morals or respect for anything.

alicent asking her if she’s surrending it’s so funny loool

once again, alicent talks about a child’s murder. rhaenyra brings up the throne. i’m done with her tantrums.

did you betray him at your very last, alicent? don’t you know you owe loyalty to your rapist and jailer, alicent? don’t you know you’re not allowed to want, alicent?

that’s how rhaenyra sounds.

i love how rhaenyra doesn’t spare a thought to surrender yet wants to pretend bloodshed concerns her. lmao.

alicent, i’m back. go green queen.

[solbach-colbrock]

SEPARATED - Seth Borden X Reader

SUMMARY - During a solo investigation, Seth comes into contact with a spirit that wants to harm you while you are three floors away from him. He needs to check on you

WARNINGS - very briefly proofread (yes that is a warning)

WORDS - 2.1k

~*~*~*~

Seth was getting more comfortable with the alone investigations. They still freaked him out a bit, owing to the fact that those investigations tend to leave people feeling incredibly vulnerable. Safety in numbers, and all. He also still had trauma from being grabbed twice in the Conjuring basement. Frankly, one of the things that kept him calm was your attitude about the investigations. 

You had ways been a go-getter when dealing with the paranormal. Of course, you always took proper precautions both before and after you had been at any location any of the boys took you to. You were very good at swallowing your fears for the sake of the investigations and have (on more than three occasions) run directly towards some sort of perceived danger in an attempt to catch something on camera. You were seemingly fearless, something that Seth admired about you. He was trying to be more like you, though his anxiety got the better of him sometimes.

The hospital that Josh had brought you to had seven floors. This was the second night of the investigation. The night prior, the three of you had done a walk through and attempted an EVP session on each floor. Some floors didn’t seem to be active at all, while others felt they had something much more sinister lurking around. 

“Okay, what do you guys want to bring? I’m taking the DR60 to the children’s floor. We got a lot of EVP there yesterday,” Josh said, taking the device from its box. Seth pulled the spirit box from the bag, and you followed by retrieving the Alice box. 

“First floor seemed the most calm last night so I’m staying here. I’m not dealing with any demonic shit tonight,” Seth said. You rolled your eyes at him, turning on your camera.

“God, you’re such a baby. I’m taking fourth floor. Hopefully I can actually catch that door slam this time,” you declared. Seth looked at you with wide eyes.

“You’re insane. I don’t understand how you haven’t had an attachment yet.”

“I always get sick evidence. You can judge when you capture a shadow figure as clear as I did a few months ago.”

“They got a point,” Josh cut in, throwing his bag over his shoulder. “Everyone ready?”

~*~*~*~

The fourth floor was designated for the psych ward, back when the hospital was operational. The guides that you had taken the tour with yesterday said that the energies on this floor were more demonic, given how violent they typically were. You wanted to test a theory about that tonight. Something told you that the energies were just the violent patients. They were treated horribly when they were held in this hospital. A fair amount of hostility was to be expected. 

“Okay guys, so I’m on the fourth floor, which was the psych ward, and I’m completely alone tonight. I have the… Alice box with me. I really want to figure out if its truly demonic, or if it's just violent spirits. Frankly, I just think it’s the patients because it didn’t feel very demonic to me. Now where do we want to go first…”

There were a few spots that felt the most active to you, including the reception area and the singular children’s room, where the guides said they had watched a ball roll on its own only a few days ago. The most unnerving was the isolation room, where they would lock up the most violent patients for up to three weeks at a time. There were multiple recorded suicides in that room alone, which earned it the name of the ‘suicide room’. It was the room that the door had slammed closed on the previous night. If you were going to get any activity, it would most likely be there. The Alice box beeped in your hand as soon as you touched the door.

“Hunger.”

“Hunger… there were rumors that the staff would borderline starve the patients as some fucked up punishment when they were annoyed with them. Did the nurses not feed you while you were locked in here?” You placed the camera on the edge of the bed and crouched in front of it, keeping the device on the floor in front of you.

Beep. “Rare.”

“They rarely fed them. God, that’s so fucked. I’m so sorry that you were treated like that. You didn’t deserve it. I heard that there were patients that killed themselves in here. Is that true. Did you commit suicide in this room?”

Beep. “Stop.”

Beep. “Rude.”

“Was that rude to ask? I apologize, I just want to know your story. People should know how badly these nurses treated you. You deserved better.”

Beep. “Get out.”

Beep. “Room.”

Beep. “Mine.”

“Guys, I don’t think I’m very welcome here. Can you at least tell me your name before I leave? I’d like to know who I’m talking to.”

Beep. “Fuck off.”

~*~*~*~

“Alright guys, so I am on the first floor, which was where they had the emergency rooms and ICU, and they also did a lot of like, the lab work down here. Now, according to the guides, these two rooms right here are where they would keep the bodies of the recently deceased until either they were identified by a family member, or they would just stay here until the morgue had the space for them.”

A chair was sat in the corner of the room, the only piece of furniture in the space aside from the shelves drilled into the far wall, where Seth placed the camera. He sat in the chair, turned on the spirit box, and started his session. Static filled the empty room, echoing off the walls.

“To any spirits that reside in this room, the next room, or even any of the spirits on the entire first floor, if you would like to communicate, please feel free to come into this room and talk to me. I’d love to hear your story.”

“Hi, Seth.”

“Hello. Are yo-“

“Help.”

“Do you need help. Are you a patient here? If you were, can you say-“

“Yes I am.”

“ ‘Yes I am’. Do you need me to get you a nurse?”

“I’m dying. Seth.”

“I swear it just said-“

“Danger. Y/N.”

~*~*~*~

Beep. “Demon.”

“Well that’s comforting. Okay, you obviously don’t want to really communicate with me, so I’m leaving. Is there anything else you’d like to say to me before I leave? This is your last chance to… get a message out….” A wave of dizziness hit you halfway through your last sentence, leaving you to place a hand on the floor to stabilize yourself. “Shit, I’m lightheaded. I’m gonna have to take a second. This isn’t a good sign.”

Beep. “Die.” A loud slam echoed through the room as the door swung shut next to you. Your head snapped up to check the viewfinder, smiling to yourself as you realized that was most likely caught on the camera. The dizziness doubled as your vision started to go white, leaving you completely doubled over on the floor.

“Oh, motherfucker. Leave me alone. Get away from me right now. You do not get to affect me like this. If you want me to leave, then let me!”

~*~*~*~

“I don’t fucking like that at all. Are you saying that Y/N is in danger? Is there something that is going to harm them if they explore the psych ward alone?”

“He’s angry. Run away!”

“Who is angry? Tell me what’s gonna happen to Y/N.” Seth’s leg started shaking now, and his free hand pressed itself against his mouth as the anxiety crept in. He already didn’t like the alone investigations very much, but to hear what sounded like something threatening you made him all the more scared about it.

“Suicide. Help.”

“Will they be in danger if they go in the suicide room?”

“Too late. They’re dead!”

“Okay, fuck no. I’m going up there. That floor scares the fuck out of me but if something’s threatening them, I’m not letting them stay up there alone.”

“Y/N.”

“Nope, nope. I’m turning this off. We’re going upstairs, now. Y/N! Y/N!!”

~*~*~*~

Your ears had started ringing. You had turned the Alice box off to cut off communication with whatever was targeting you. You had tried the door, but due to the original purpose of the room, it could only be opened from the outside once fully closed. You had also tried to call either Seth or Josh to come get you out, but inexplicably, your phone had died. You had entered the room with 73% battery, and now it wouldn’t even turn on. The room was also soundproofed on the inside, and the boys were each three floors away from you, so shouting wouldn’t help. You were trapped until they realized you were missing, and you had all agreed to spend an hour apart.

“You have no real power over me. I am stronger than you. If you want me to leave, you have to leave me alone. I can’t walk out of this room if you keep making me… this dizzy… Christ, I’ve never had a room spin this fucking much in my life.”

Beep. “Scream.”

“What the fuck? I turned that o-… I think I just heard footsteps outside, holy shit.” You pressed the heels of your hands to your eyes in an attempt to stop the spinning. You turned the Alice box off once more.

“Y/N! Y/N/N, where are you?”

“Oh thank fucking god, it’s Seth. I can hear him, but I don’t think he’s gonna hear me. I can try…” You shuffled over the door, relying on touch to find your way. You pounded your fist on the door, wincing at the volume. The footsteps grew closer, as did his voice. 

The door flew open, and instantly, your head cleared up. You breathed a sigh of relief as Seth’s terrified expression came into view. The smile that spread across your face did a good job of confusing him. Your hand made its way to his cheek. You were incredibly thankful to see him. He put down the camera to give you a once-over, making sure you weren’t physically harmed.

“God, I’ve missed your stupid face. Get me the fuck out of here.”

~*~*~*~

“You will not believe what I-… what happened?” Josh became concerned as soon as he saw you and Seth huddled next to each other on the lobby couch. Seth was still very shaken by what happened, while you were just relieved to be back to safety. He tucked the DR60 in his pocket and walked over to you, camera still rolling.

“I may stick with a buddy for the next few investigations,” you laughed softly, resting your head on Seth’s shoulder. 

“They got locked in the fucking suicide room and almost passed out,” Seth explained. His hand made soft passes over your back. You were incredibly worn out from the whole experience, and it took a lot of effort to keep your yees open for very long.

“Holy shit. That’s terrifying.”

“Something was warning me about it on the spirit box, dude. I ran up there as soon as they started saying they were in danger. They would’ve been trapped in there for almost an hour if I hadn’t run up there.”

“See, because I thought I heard the door slam from upstairs but it sounded like it could’ve been on my floor so I didn’t know. Oh my god, that’s crazy.”

After Josh told you about the sheets moving and EVP of children crying he got on the top floor, the three of you decided that you had enough footage for the night and quickly filmed the outro outside the front doors of the hospital. As you packed everything into the car, Seth wrapped his arms around you.

“Good god, Borden. I’m fine. I feel like that freaked you out more than me,” you teased, turning around to return the affection.

“It said you were gonna fucking die! It scared me!”

“Well, too bad for you. You can’t get rid of me that easily.”

“I’d never want to get rid of you. I kind of like having you around. Don’t know if you’ve noticed.” You laughed at his words, pulling away to finish packing up. 

“In that case, we’re sharing a bed tonight because I’m sure you don’t want to sleep alone tonight and Josh snores like a motherfucker,” Seth said. You both laughed as you heard Josh’s protests from the driver’s seat.

“Aww, Seth. You know, if you wanted to cuddle, you could’ve just asked.”

“Shut the fuck-“

[the-redheaded-league]

Monsignor Pruitt/Father Paul Relationship HCs pt. 3

You start putting up pictures of the two of you in the rectory when you notice he doesn’t have any real photos there. It’s a complete surprise when he starts finding them - the two of you at a baseball game on the mainland, a photo of him and Sarah, he loves them all. But what really makes him teary-eyed is the photo you hunted down of him with his parents and Alice. It took a bit of effort, but it was so worth it just to see him smile.

He puts on old records while he cooks. Sometimes he’ll just stop to spin you around the kitchen, even if it means getting flour all over you.

He has a lot of nightmares, given everything he’s seen and been through. Holding you close makes him feel better, especially if you wake up to remind him that he’ll always be safe with you.

If he’s forced to get out of bed early, he absolutely loves seeing you get up a little later, wandering into the kitchen wearing one of his old shirts while he makes breakfast to make up for having to leave you for a priestly emergency or whatever called him away. He also loves finding you wrapped in one of his cardigans while you’re reading or working on something.

He’ll adopt any stray animal he finds on the island and take it to Sarah if it’s injured. A lot of them will end up with members of the church, but he begs you to keep a cat with three legs he found walking around the churchyard one day. There’s no way you can say no to that sad look he’s perfected.

He’s incredibly talented at finding the perfect gift for any occasion. Once you show him the wonders of online shopping, he’s unstoppable.

He’ll call you his miracle or his angel from Heaven, but he’s never been much of one for other terms of endearment. He prefers just calling you his - not in a fiercely territorial way, just in a “this person is mine, they chose me, they want to be with me, I’m so lucky to have them” kind of way. And when you call yourself his significant other, he feels even luckier.

He’s a big theatre fan. He organizes the Christmas pageant every year, of course, but he’ll also take you to the mainland to see all of his favorite shows.

We all know he plays the clarinet, but he dabbles in composing too. For weeks you’ll hear him practicing something, but he’ll stop the moment you walk in. Eventually he reveals that he’s been composing something just for you. He’ll also try to write poems for you, and they’re always really sappy and sometimes they don’t rhyme or make much lyrical sense, but he loves finding new ways to show you how much he loves you.

He finds painting so relaxing. He’ll paint the ocean, the island, the church, and he’s secretly been trying to paint you, but it takes him forever to finish a portrait because he feels like there’s no way he can properly capture how perfect you are on a canvas.

He always puts your needs above his own, but you make sure he’s equally as taken care of, especially when he’s sick because he’s the biggest baby when he doesn’t feel well. 

It’ll definitely be one of those slow burn friends to lovers kind of things. He’s like that naturally, plus he’ll be extra on guard after Millie because he doesn’t want to fall for someone else he can never be with. So you’ll have to take your time. He’ll be so frightened when he realizes how you make him feel. Everything is a big step, even holding hands. But it’s so, so worth it to love this man and be loved by him, so you’re incredibly patient.

If you’re over while he’s doing laundry (and of course you are, you spend every moment possible with him), he’ll 100% wrap you in warm blankets fresh from the dryer.

When you miss him too much during the day, you’ll take your lunch break to go to confession just so you can spend a little while talking to him. It makes him happy but the next person in line always wonders why you’re laughing so much when you’re supposed to be repenting.

He’s been so incredibly touch starved for so long that he’ll find every excuse to reach out for you, even in public. Once you finally tell the church, he’s always holding your hand in public... no matter how angry it makes Bev.

When Millie finds out - probably through Sarah, since Paul’s afraid to tell her - she finds you to say that she’s so happy for the both of you, so happy that Paul finally has someone who will always choose him. She definitely cares about him - after all, they’ve known each other for most of their lives - but she’s so happy that he has you and that he finally has the love he deserves.

[pedro-pascal-love]

The Ex

Chapter Six of Well, This is Awkward

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Rating: 18+, NSFW

Word Count: 3k+

Summary: An old flame reappears and some things start to come to light about Dave.

Warnings: Language, angst, *SMUT*, daddy kink, oral (male and female receiving), fingering, light choking, unprotected sex (WRAP IT UP), cheating/infidelity, abuse, violence, forced abortion/miscarriage, MAJOR TRAUMA

A/N: I’m putting a trigger warning for the second flashback. If you’d like to skip it you can, the end of the second flashback is the end of that scene.

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Ever since you and Dave had found out about Carol’s extramarital activities, you both had jumped headfirst into whatever it was that this was. You’d spent nearly every night in his bed with him once the girls were asleep, not to mention your shared activities throughout the day while the girls were away. The first night you’d spent in Dave’s bed with phenomenal, to say the least.

—FLASHBACK—

"I expect you to be naked and waiting,” Dave instructed sternly. You’d clenched your thighs together in anticipation as you nodded and made your way to his bedroom. Once there, you stripped all your clothes off and crawled up onto the bed and laid down, back against the headboard, and waited. You grew anxious at Dave took his sweet time coming in, so you began to touch yourself while you waited. You trailed your fingers down your torso and between your thighs, dipping them into your heat. You were slick with want for Dave, mixed with your combined juices from earlier. You began to pump your fingers into your soaked cunt and moaned out, leaning your head back against the wall.

“Now what do we have here?” you heard a voice, opening your eyes and smiling at Dave as you saw him with his pants already undone and his cock in his hand. “Did I say you could start playing with yourself?” You gulped, shaking your head no as you took your fingers out.

Busted.

“I’m sorry, Daddy,” you innocently said as you crawled over to the foot of the bed to grasp his hard cock in your hand and lick it. Dave threw his head back as he felt your tongue lap on the underside of his cock. Groaning as you fully enveloped him in your mouth with a slurp.

“Oh fuck, baby girl, you keep that up, and you’ll be forgiven,” he managed to croak out as you worked your way up and down his length, taking his balls into your hand that wasn’t wrapped around his cock. You felt him stop you partway through and turn you around.

“Get on all fours for me, sweetheart,” Dave said as he parted your legs. “Yeah, just like that. That’s a good girl.” His praises went straight to your pussy, and you felt yourself leaking out onto the bed. Dave groaned as he watched a droplet of your juices drip out of you, and he took the opportunity to lunge forward and devour you. He uses two fingers to spread your lips apart so he can quickly flick his tongue against your clit while his other hand is on your ass, holding you steady. You whimper with want at the feel of his tongue against your clit and then move down to your folds.

“Oh fuck, Daddy, please,” you whine out, rocking back against his tongue as it dips into your folds. You hear Dave groan out at the taste of your combined juices from earlier in the evening, and he laps at you more. He flattens his tongue as he licks from your entrance to your clit and then takes your clit into his mouth and sucks. You have to bury your face into the bed to stifle your moans as he assaults your pussy like a man starved. You feel your legs start to quiver as you grow closer to the brink. Dave takes the opportunity to plunge three fingers straight into your cunt, and you feel him hit your g-spot. You explode with a loud moan of ecstasy, feeling your walls clench around his fingers and your cum drip out as he laps it all up.

“You taste so good, baby girl,” Dave praises as he turns you over onto your back and brings his lips to meet yours. You taste yourself on his lips and moan as your tongue battles him for dominance. You feel him slide into your drenched pussy and wrap your legs around his waist, keeping him right where you wanted him.

“Ohhh Dave,” you moaned out. You felt him grip your neck as he lightly squeezed.

“What was that?” he said, licking up the side of your neck and biting your earlobe. “What’d you call me?”

“Ughh, Daddy. I’m sorry. Daddy, please,” you begged in desperation as you felt Dave slide out of you slowly. Dave smirked against your skin as he bit down hard on your shoulder and slammed himself back into you with so much force that it made the headboard bang against the wall.

“So fucking tight and wet for me,” he said as he plowed himself into you with more enthusiasm. “Such a good girl, taking my cock so fucking well.” The more Dave praised you, the more soaked you got, and the more he pounded into you. You felt his thrusts start to get a little more off rhythm and suddenly felt him slam into you and shoot hot beads of his cum into your walls. This triggered your orgasm, and you felt yourself cry out as he covered your mouth with his in a passionate kiss.

“You’re not going to be sleeping tonight, baby girl,” Dave said as he started pumping into yet again, still hard as a rock.

Well, fuck me.

—END FLASHBACK—

The two weeks had been pure bliss, and you were not looking forward to Carol’s inevitable return in a few days. The girls had been pretty sullen since finding out their mother would be gone longer, and you could tell that it was taking a toll on them. Alice had even asked if you could stay and be their new mom two days ago since she doubted that Carol would come home.

“Does this happen often?” you’d asked Alice on your way to drop them off for school that morning.

“Yeah, last time she was gone for three weeks,” Alice said with a sigh as she looked out the window.

“Oh wow,” you breathed out in disbelief. You thought that Carol didn’t make a habit of doing this, but you were proven wrong. Now you understood more about Dave’s anger at Carol. You understood how much more work Dave had to fill the void that Carol left with their daughters. Your thoughts were further soured when you thought about how Carol had only hired you for her to go on vacation with her assistant.

Fucking bitch, you thought. You proceeded to drop off the girls and head to your apartment. You needed to water your plants and get more clothes. You hadn’t foreseen not going home for nearly a month and especially hadn’t expected Dave to rip early half your wardrobe that you’d brought over the first day. He’d told you to go out and buy more with the black card you’d gotten, but you said to him that you felt dirty using the money that Carol was giving you.

“Technically, I’m the one giving you the money,” he’d retorted back with a snort as he’d slid a finger into you three days ago in the living room while the girls were at school. Your heart raced, thinking back to that day and how hot it had been to have sex in the backyard where the neighbors could’ve seen and heard. You shook your head with a smile as you neared your apartment and made your way inside. You gathered up some more of your belongings, making sure to grab extra underwear before watering your orchids and succulents. Suddenly you heard a knock at the door. You grew uneasy because you weren’t expecting anyone, and your senses were swiftly on overdrive. You made your way to the door and looked through the peephole. Your unease grew as you saw a figure with their back turned to the door. You recognized that stance anywhere. Tom.

“Knock knock,” You heard him say. “I know you’re in there, baby.” Your throat grew tight with fear.

“Tom, what the fuck are you doing here?!” you managed to squeeze out, making sure to sound as tough as possible while nearly shaking on the other side of the door.

“I came back for you, babe. They let me out early on good behavior. Can you believe that?” Tom taunted. “Now, why don’t you be a good girl and open the door.” You looked at the locks and were relieved to see that they were indeed still secure, with the chain also locked in place. Tom knocked again, harder than before.

“Open the door right now,” he shouted, pounding his fist against it. You ran back to the kitchen and grabbed your phone, sending off a text to your friends Mel and Jesse.

You: Guys, Tom is here.

Mel: Where?!

You: Here outside my apartment! He said they let him out early for good behavior!

Your phone began to ring. Mel was calling you.

“Fuck dude, barricade the door and call 911,” she calmly said as you began to hyperventilate.

This was not happening.

“Listen to me! Call 911!” Mel shouted into the phone, and you nodded.

“Ok, I’m calling them right now. Can you please drive this way?” You asked, panicking as your hands shook, trying to unlock your phone.

“Yeah, I’m already on the way, and so is Jesse. Hang in there, sweetie,” Mel said as you ended the call. You quickly dialed 911 and waited.

“911, what’s your emergency?” the dispatcher said into the phone. You struggled to breathe. “Hello? Is anyone there?”

“…H...Hello. Um…My ex-boyfriend is outside my apartment trying to get in,” you managed to say, tears forming in your eyes.

“Ma’am, are you in a safe place? We can dispatch someone out momentarily,” she said. You nodded and then realized she couldn’t see you.

“Ye – yes, I’m hiding in my bedroom now,” you replied.

“Ok, good. Can you give me your address, please, and we’ll get a squad car out.” You rattled off your address to her, and she replied, saying that someone would be there in a few minutes.

“Please hurry,” you pleaded, as you could hear Tom pounding harder on the front door and him jiggle the knob. In your fear, you hit END on the call, and you looked at the door in horror, listening to any sign that he may have left.

“FUCKING BITCH!!!! OPEN THE GODDAMN DOOR!” Tom shouted again as the banging continued. You decided to shoot Dave a quick text to let him know why you weren’t back at the house yet.

You: Dave, please help me. My ex is at my apartment.

Dave: I’m on my way.

You gripped the phone tightly as you closed your eyes, and tears dripped out. You were sure that he’d be locked up for a long time after what happened. More tears streamed down your face as you recalled the events of that fateful night.

—FLASHBACK—

❗️TRIGGER WARNING❗

“You whore, what the fuck is wrong with you?!” Tom shouted as he grabbed your arm forcefully. You knew a bruise would be there tomorrow.

“I’m sorry, Tom. I’m sorry,” you pleaded, tears running down your face as he slapped you.

“Sorry, isn’t good enough, goddammit! I told you I wanted dinner ready as soon as I got home! Not fifteen minutes after. Not fucking thirty minutes after!” he yelled over you. You recoiled in fear as Tom cocked his fist back to hit you again. Instead, he threw you onto the ground and proceeded to kick you in the stomach.

“No, Tom! Please stop!” you begged, trying to protect your middle. He kicked you again, and you cried out.

“Shut the fuck up!” He yelled as he grabbed your hair and lifted your head.

“Please, Tom. Please stop. Don’t hurt the baby,” you implored. Tom stopped his actions and looked at you in anger.

“Are you fucking serious right now?!” he raged, rearing back as he slammed your head down onto the floor. “You got fucking knocked up, you whore!?” You cried even more as you watched him walk away from you and into the kitchen.

“Please, Tom. You’re drunk, baby. Please. I’m sorry. I’m sorry.” You watched as Tom came back into the kitchen and your body froze in fear at the glistening blade in his hand.

“You fucking bitch. I’m going to cut that baby right out of you,” Tom said as he drew closer. You crawled backward away from him until your back hit the wall.

Oh god, please no.

You prayed as he crouched down in front of you, and you cowered in fear.

“I’m so sick of your shit. Why I put up with you all this time, I have no idea,” Tom said as he spat into your face and gripped your head. You thought to fight back, claw at his arms, at his face, anything. But you were paralyzed with fear. You watched in slow motion as Tom plunged the blade into your body. You watched as blood began to pool around it and seep into your shirt.

“No,” you managed to breathe out before you lost consciousness.

 You’d woken up at the hospital two weeks later, unsure of how you’d gotten there. You were convinced that Tom had killed you, but here you were. Connected to all these machines that beeped and whirred. You sat up in bed and winced as you felt a pain in your abdomen.

The baby!

You looked down at your bandaged middle and instantly knew. Tom had killed your baby and almost killed you. You’d been discharged two days after you woke into your sister’s care, and you felt like a shell of yourself. You’d almost died and had also lost your baby. The night Tom had tried to kill you, a neighbor had decided to call the cops, and they’d arrived shortly after Tom had stabbed you. Tom was convicted for one count of attempted manslaughter, one count of fetal homicide, six counts of domestic violence, one count of assault with a deadly weapon, and two counts of aggravated assault. All counts should have put him away for life, but the judge pitied Tom and had only given him ten years. Thankfully, you’d moved to a different city and even state and had put it all behind you.

—END FLASHBACK—

It turns out that Tom was resourceful and had found you. With tears streaming down your face at the painful memories, you looked down at your phone. Only three minutes had passed since you’d texted Dave and called the police, and there was no sign of either of them yet. You knew that it would take Dave about fifteen minutes to get from his house to your apartment, and you could only guess how long it would take the police. Tom’s constant banging on the door had you quaking, and you sent Dave another text.

You: Please hurry.

As soon as you hadn’t been right after dropping off the girls at school, Dave had checked your location on his phone. He saw that you were at your apartment and let out a sigh. Resnik had alerted him two days ago that Tom had left his home and was headed towards you. The bastard had been resourceful and pulled a piece of mail you’d sent your sister that had your address on it. Dave was angry, to say the least. Not only did he have to deal with Carol and her shit when she got home in a few days, but now he had to deal with your ex potentially being in town. Dave checked the cameras he’d planted in your apartment and clenched his jaw when he saw your ex was already in town—standing outside your apartment door.

“Fuck!” he shouted as he got up and opened the bottom drawer of his desk. He pulled out a Glock and its magazine, inserting the magazine into the base and cocking the pistol. He then grabbed the suppressor and attached it to the muzzle. He tucked it into the waistband on the back of his pants and made his way out the door, shooting the boys a quick text to meet him at your apartment, but stay hidden. As Dave made his way to your apartment, he got your text and seethed. Tom was trying to break in, and from the looks of the camera feed in your room, he was giving you quite a scare. Dave’s anger flared up as he watched the tears streaming down your face.

This bastard was going to pay.

Dave’s phone buzzed in his hand, and he glanced down at it.

Resnik: She called the cops a minute ago. They’re on the way.

Dave: Stay out of sight but keep an eye on things. I should beat the cops there.

Resnik: Roger that.

Dave pressed the gas pedal down, speeding up to get to you sooner. Luckily, when you’d texted him, he was already on his way, so he wasn’t far. Dave pulled into the apartment complex and saw Tom at your doorstep howling to let him in. Dave swiftly got out of his SUV and put his hand on the back of his pants, ready to grab his gun should he need to.

Thank god people are at work at this time of day.

I don’t have the patience to try and explain that one, Dave thought.

“Open this fucking door up, you stupid bitch!” Dave heard Tom yell as he kicked the door and jiggled the handle some more. Tom caught Dave’s movement out of the corner of his eye and looked over at Dave, sizing him up.

“What the fuck do you want?” Tom shouted, trying to make himself look intimidating.

“I want you to go,” Dave calmly said, his hand gripping the handle of the gun.

“Fuck you. Who do you think you are? Huh?” Tom yelled as he stepped towards Dave, pulling out a knife.

“That doesn’t concern you,” Dave said as he drew his gun and aimed it at Tom. At the sight of the pistol, Tom halted his steps, weighing his options.

Never bring a knife to a gunfight, Dave thought.

“Fuck this. Fuck you and this bitch,” Tom said as he spat towards Dave. “I’ll be back.” Tom began to walk backward, and Dave watched as he got into a car and drove off, fuming. Dave lowered the gun and walked over to your door, and knocked.

“Hello?” he said. He didn’t hear a sound from inside and opened up his phone to look at the feed. You were still cowering in your room. Dave decided to send you a text that he was outside and Tom was gone, and he watched through the phone screen as you read his text and buried your head in your knees and cried. Dave grabbed the spare key to your apartment and let himself in, making sure to lock the door behind him in case Tom decided to come back. He tucked his gun into the back of his pants again as he neared your room and heard your cries.

“Hey, it’s me. Dave,” he announced as he walked in. You looked up at him, eyes red and puffy, tears streaming down your face, and a little snot coming out of your left nostril. You cried harder as you got up and stumbled over to Dave, into his waiting arms as he shushed you and stroked your hair.

“Shhhh. He’s gone. I got rid of him,” he said into your hair, trying to calm you down. You held onto his shirt and cried some more. You slipped your arms around him and held onto him, and he breathed in your scent, not wanting to let go. Dave continued to stroke your hair as you began to calm down, and your arms slipped from the middle of his back to the bottom and came in contact with the butt of the gun. You both froze as you looked up at him, fear evident in your eyes.

Fuck, Dave thought.

“Dave,” you slowly said as you let go of him and took a step back. “Why do you have a gun?” There was a pregnant pause before you spoke again.

“And how did you get into my apartment?

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[gongju-juice]

9. Once Upon a Southern Night

Not So Far-Fetched

Warnings: SMUT, language, fluff, and a little angst

The wedding was absolutely perfect. Of course, Alice designed the entire affair, everybody else but you and Jasper a slave to her incessant ordering.

You got married on a sunny day back in the country, just a few miles Jasper’s old home town which was nestled far out into secluded woods with a grand, wooden barn and southern mansion nearby a quiet stream

Your dress was sleeveless and made of immaculate white silk that trailed behind you in the rose petal walkway to your groom, standing under a flower arch of candles and flowers. Alice, Rosalie, and Amelia were your bridesmaids—and Ivy, though she whined and cried from home—was not invited.

And when the wedding was over, Jasper flew you out to Havana where a pastel yellow house waited on the shoes of the beach. Little antique cars zoomed past on the streets, people danced in skimpy swimsuits, lovers toured the old buildings, hands entwined.

But you weren’t even interested in all of that. That was second priority. All you wanted was to be underneath the man you’d been lusting for over two years now. And he seemed to sense your urgency, for he immediately rushed the both of you to your villa without any side trips or excursions.

He got busy taking care of the luggage and dealing with the house attendants as they stocked the kitchen with food. Meanwhile, you made a nest of the bathroom. 

Dropping your suitcase on the tiled floor, you laid out all your supplies and filled the tub with bubbles and hot water. Alice and Rosalie had packed an “essential” bag of lingerie, but you thought it would be best to save it for later. Tonight, there would be no lace or fancy ribbons. You would be yourself, and you would reveal yourself to your husband just like you shamefully imagined yourself doing before. 

You opened the french style bathroom doors and stepped into the humid room. The ceiling fan whirred uselessly overhead, creating more noise than comfort, adding only to your anxiety and nervousness. You tightened your arms around your waist and moved forward.

Jasper was on the other side of the room staring out over the balcony. The moon shone down on his wavy hair, creating a silvery effect that slowly faded into the warm candlelight of the bedroom. 

When he turned around, you were already tugging at the ties of your robe. The candles flickered and in a heartbeat, he was standing in front of you, his icy breath on your lips. He lowered your hands and began undoing the fabric himself.

To his delight, there was nothing underneath. It was silent as he took in your bare form, his piercing gaze sweeping over the hills of your breast, the curvature of your hips and thighs. Never before had you felt so exposed, so completely and utterly vulnerable and especially nervous.

What if you did something wrong? What if he didn’t like what he saw? What if you accidentally humiliated yourself?

“Y/N,” he hummed, putting his hands on the top of your shoulders. “I can feel everything you feel. And, you’re worried. I won’t go any further until you tell me you’re ready. We can stop now, and I won’t touch you like that at all, if that’s what you want. I just want you to be okay.”

You bit your lip but vehemently shook your head. Of course you were nervous. It was your wedding night. To not feel anything at all was a sign of trouble. 

But you wanted him. Your feeling of desire overwhelmed any sense of anxiousness, and it made you breathless with how tangible it all seemed. It was often you could lay awake at night and think of being with him. With seven other vampires around, your every move was heard and monitored even if they didn’t intend to invade your privacy. And Jasper sat on the edge of your bed as you slept, too traditional to venture under the covers most of the time. The want had been building and boiling inside of you, waiting to be unleashed.

“I want you,” you whimpered. “Please, I can’t wait any longer.”

Gracefully, he scooped you into his arms and carried you to the canopied bed where he had already rearranged the pillows at least twice. 

Perhaps, you thought, he was nervous too.

But before you could contemplate this theory any longer, his eyes dropped dangerously to the apex of your thighs where your arousal had obscenely gathered. He licked his lips and cradled your hips with his strong arms. 

“Fuck, this is the most beautiful thing I’ve seen since you walked down that aisle,” he declared, admiring your writhing regions in his deepest drawl yet. It was funny, the more excited Jasper became, the thicker his accent became. 

Before he continued, however, he began by kissing every inch of your skin. He started from the vein just behind your left ear before making his way down the crevice of your collarbones, down the valley of your breasts, slowly and teasingly trailing down to the place you really wanted him to be.

But once he made it to your pelvic bone, he placed your legs over his shoulders, a smirk on his face. You’re sure you were wide-eyed, your features twisted into a blissful grimace of unfulfilled need and throbbing ache.

He delved his tongue into your folds, sucking and kissing hungrily like a predator bearing down on its prey. His eyes darkened into a shade of burnt umber. It must’ve been so tempting to be that close to all those vital vessels and not give in to the burning instinct to drink you dry. Instead, he channeled all of that desire and yearning into eating your pussy like a starved man.

“Jasper,” you screamed, “Oh god, I—you’re so—it’s so—”

“You’re feeling everything I’m feeling,” he admitted, ripping through the buttons of his shirt. “And everything I’m feeling is you.”

You understood. It was a continual, never-ending loop of love and pleasure that he had shared with you. This was exaltation, better than any human drug or stimulant. It was just you and your husband making love for the first time, consummating your marriage as countless other lovers had done before but infinitely different and unique.

“I can’t take it anymore! Please, just do it! I want you inside me so badly, Jas,” you hyperventilated as you assisted him as he undid his belt and zipper, the rest of his offensive attire falling to the floor. Now there was nothing standing in between you and your man.

“Patience, darlin’,” he hummed, pushing you up against the headboard in a way that did not seem so patient in itself. By this point, your vision was beginning to go white from the sheer excitement, and in that moment, you hated him for deriving you from the immediate pleasure. He was taking his time, savoring the image of your desperate expressions in his photographic mind.

He pressed his cock unto your clit, rubbing tiny little circles with the tip of his dick—only contributing to your frustration and utter annoyance. 

“Just do it, please! I want you to fucking ruin me.”

His eyes widened. “My baby girl has a dirty mouth, doesn’t she? I’ll have to deal with that later, but since you asked so nicely—”

He thrust into you suddenly, knocking the air sensuously from your lungs. Your fingers crept up to his hair, grabbing a palmful to yank and hold on to. The pain was noticeable, but somehow you suspected he had lessened the intensity by using his ability. He stilled inside you, brushing his lips against yours as he waited.

“Are you ready?” he asked after a while.

“Yes.”

He began moving, his thrusts deep but firm as he pinned you down in the warm candlelight. The lewd sounds of your bodies meeting brought heat to your cheeks. It was so delicious and utterly filthy that tears accumulated in your eyes. He uttered a string of curses in your ear, quiet and intended only for you. 

“This sopping pussy, so wet. So sweet. You want me to fix for ya, darlin’? Does it feel good when I’m stroking you like this?”

It was so startling and unlike what you imagined. Jasper had always been the quiet Cullen, the one who never spoke unless spoken to. Even in your relationship, he opted to listen to your voice rather than lead the conversation. It was something you thought would carry over into his bedroom tendencies. But here he was, spitting naughty, dangerous words to you, unabashedly and so god damn sexy. 

His pace changed. Now it was fast and shallow. You looked down to where your bodies connected, your arousal dripping down onto the cotton sheets and shining against his lower half. You cried into his throat, trying to hide your face.

“No, Y/N,” he commanded, “Look at me. Look at what I’m doing to you. I want to watch you cum for me. Look into my eyes.”

You did as he said, and it was utterly too much. He growled as you came undone underneath the sheets. His seed, slightly warm, gushed inside you, filling your womb with his love. Your tongues clashed together as he bared his hands on the mattress and hunched over you.

You laid together in the romantic darkness, your head relaxed against his chest. You could hear cars honking in the streets, music floating up from the partying crowds below. It was so tranquil and perfect that if a hurricane blew over the island in that instant, you truly believed you wouldn’t care. All the while, his breathing slowed in your ear—not out of necessity—but from pure leisure.

“I can’t believe,” you started before taking a deep breath and starting over, “I can’t believe you waited over a century and a half to be with me. With someone you never met. I feel like I’ve robbed you years of laughter and joy when you should have been out living your life. If I had been there, then Maria wouldn’t have. . .she wouldn’t have—”

He sat up suddenly, bringing you with him against the headboard. 

“All of it, all of the years of waiting and suffering—every painful moment of it was worth it. It groomed me to become the man I am now. I used to be cold, unsympathetic, and callous. I had a backward ideology and knew not how to love another person for I could not even love myself.” he placed his large hand over yours, brushing the iridescent diamond band glimmering colorfully in the candlelight.

“But Carlisle and Esme, all of my adopted siblings—they taught me to cherish myself, even in spite of all my flaws. They never gave up on me when I struggled with my thirst, and they never judged me for the life I used to have. Little did I know, you had made your second arrival in the world not long after. I was learning to love, and well, you were learning to live.”

“The way your mother looks at you, Y/N, it’s a look of pure love and adoration. I decided then when I first sat at your dinner table that I would never let anything happen to that bond. I would protect you with my life. You were the final piece to my heart, darlin’. I had learned to love myself, but I didn’t trust myself. It wasn’t until you realized I was capable of loving others, that I could control myself enough around people.”

You didn’t realize you were crying but you were. Tears streamed down your face, some rolling down your cheeks and others falling unto his skin. 

“I don’t care what Edward believes.You are capable of loving in any way you choose; as a friend, as a brother, as a son—”

“As a husband?”

You smiled. “Yes. And, maybe, if you wanted—as a father.”

He froze, his golden eyes widened in surprise. “You mean. . .you want to adopt?”

“We could if we wanted,” you whispered quietly. “But Ava told me something about witches, something I thought you should know.”

He nodded, beckoning you to continue.

“Witches can have children with humans, vampires, werewolves, and shapeshifters. Because of our magic, it is immediately passed on to the offspring so that the children automatically retain human characteristics until they are old enough to learn what they are. And as for me, as long as I choose, I will never age. Of course, if we do have children, then I might need to create an illusion to change my appearance a little so people won’t be sus—”

He pulled you to his lips, and once again the two of you were reunited. It felt warm in his arms. Safe. 

“I would be honored,” he answered breathlessly. “Perhaps that dream of our farm life isn’t too far-fetched at all.”

“Oh no, it’s totally far-fetched,” you cried, laughing. “Yes, I grew up in Alabama. Yes, we’re southerners at heart. But I do not want to smell like cattle and chase chickens around for all of eternity. Maybe let’s just get a summer farm and we can have people to maintain while we’re gone.”

He shook his head, laughing, as you cradled his chin in your hand. 

“We’ll need a big house for the farm I plan to create with you, Mrs. Whitlock,” he drawled seductively, grabbing your hand by the wrist and bringing it slowly to his chest. 

You moved him so that you were on top, straddling him, the sheets pooling at your waist. 

“Well then, cowboy, we’d better get started.”

And this completes this series! Hope you enjoyed! I’m planning on doing some blurbs and drabble with our happy couple in the future. . .send me some ideas, will ya?

Twilight, despite all of its many problems and kinks, is one of my favorite nostalgic stories to this day. Jasper has always been my favorite character, (Seth Clearwater next) and since we’re all either quarantined or protesting, I thought I could bring light to our lives in such a dark time.

Part Six   Part Seven   Part Eight

[snowe-zolynn-rogers]

Pairings: Roman x His Mystery Boyfriend, Romantic Andy x Pryce, Intrulogical (Remus x Logan)

Word Count: 1,878 Words

Summary: Snakes, Deceit in the hospital yet again, and Roman being touch starved as usual.

Warnings: Sex Mentions, Cursing, Snake Mention, Cancer Mention, Sick Character, Immunocompromised Character, Food Mention, Death Mention, Touch Starved Character, let me know if I should tag anything else.

Note: Bolded and blockquoted are actions in their chatroom, not a message.

Usernames, a quick translation guide: Andy: Raccoon Man (the trashiest hero), Castor: schrodingersdumbass, Dayd: carniverousroomba, Dice: Dr. Bitch, Emile: Thera-pissed, Halley: aspermylastemail, Janus: SnekBoi, Logan: Momgan, October: eatpavementido, Orion: birdgeoisie, Patton: Papa Bear, Pollux: satantakemehome, Pryce: SwEeTvErUcA, Remus: Octopussy, Remy: Coffee Bandit, Roman: waaahluigi, Sirius: literalsunshine, Teal: uwu, Thomas: shrexy, Virgil: spipples, Vita: þiccness

A Very Sanders Group Chat: Chapter 8

1:17PM

SnekBoi: Inny, did you feed my snakes?

Octopussy: I did.

SnekBoi: Oh good, I was worried about Ceres. She's only taken her food from me before.

shrexy: Ceres?

Octopussy: baby Burmese Python Dee just got.

SnekBoi: And I have more snakes that will be laying soon.

Thera-pissed has kicked SnekBoi from the chat

Thera-pissed: Seriously, Inny, is he okay? He looks really pale.

Octopussy: well, he's in observation so, obviously, no. he's pretty much running himself down again. he said he plans to reopen his studio again on the fourteenth against me and Dice's medical advice. he's currently digging his hole and he's going to have to work his way out of it when he finally crashes again.

Thera-pissed: Well, how deep in the hole is he?

Dr. Bitch: Currently, he's at least twenty pounds underweight even though he's eating like he should, he's just burning it off by straining himself so much. He had at least two nosebleeds while he was hospitalized last night so it's inevitable that he'll have to do the induction again because it's just not working.

Octopussy: plus, this morning he couldn't open a tupperware I brought him, so I'd say he's pretty much back at the beginning again.

Dr. Bitch: You didn't tell me that you brought him extra food.

Octopussy: he said he'd tell you.

Dr. Bitch: So he's lying between us now.

Octopussy: maybe trying to make himself stronger by lying to people he's connected to emotionally?

Dr. Bitch: Maybe.

Octopussy: if he gets any better, maybe that's the point of his lying right now but just keep eyes on him so his lying can't backfire on him.

Dr. Bitch: I always have a nurse near his room. He's too dangerous left alone for too long.

Octopussy: I have to get back to work, Alice came in with Hannah and Hannah needs her fur de-matted again and if I make Riley deal with her for too long, he'll scream in the break room later.

Dr. Bitch: I wish you could just take the animal from the owners that don't care about them.

Octopussy: I'm not getting fired to rescue dogs, Dicey.

Octopussy: plus you have that kitten now, you can't take care of a month and a half old kitten, a dog, and your job.

Dr. Bitch: You're right and I hate you.

Octopussy: don't lie, bitch, you love me.

Dr. Bitch: Irrelevant.

Octopussy: anyway, work.

Dr. Bitch has deleted 12 messages

Dr. Bitch has added SnekBoi to the chatroom

SnekBoi: You booted me to talk about animals?

Dr. Bitch: No, we were talking about our Christmas present ideas for you and ended up talking about animals.

SnekBoi: Fine.

SnekBoi: Also, you're across the hall at the nurse's station talking to Miss Esme, I can literally see you, Dice, you could just say that to my face.

Dr. Bitch: And yet you just texted me back instead of calling over to me.

SnekBoi: Touche.

SnekBoi: Anyway, back to looking at snakes.

shrexy: Oh yeah, Dee, you breed snakes?

SnekBoi: Well, it started out an accident, actually. Me and Inny moved our rooms around last year after brumation and we put a few of my snakes that could be temporarily cohabed in bins together for a few days so we could do it and quite a number of the snakes got gravid. Roman owns a couple of the amazon tree boas, actually.

SnekBoi: This year we got a new adult garter thinking it was a boy and we only found out it was a girl when we saw Inny's garter snake locked with her and, by then she had already mated so we're just waiting now. Plus we actually decided to see what happens with our sunbeams, only because we want to at least try with them to get babies since it's so hard to get them not wild-caught.

waaahluigi: Livia and Caius are very happy by the way.

shrexy: I now want a snake.

SnekBoi: You really want me and Inny to vet you?

shrexy: Sure?

SnekBoi: Dice, can I have visitors?

Dr. Bitch: I have said this like four times each time you're in here. Only if they wear a mask and so do you.

SnekBoi: Fine. Thomas, come here and wear a mask.

shrexy: Why?

SnekBoi: Because I'm going to vet you first while Inny's working to get it out of the way and I can't leave the hospital for another six days so get in here.

shrexy: I guess I'm going in my head again.

2:40PM

SnekBoi: Trial number one is over. He passed.

waaahluigi: How!? It took me like three tries!

SnekBoi: He knows a lot about snakes, what can I say?

Momgan: Can confirm, Thomas knows quite a bit about snakes since he wanted learn if your scales were indeed slimy and he happened to fall down a rabbit hole and got extremely interested in them.

shrexy: Stop exposing my late-night rabbit hole knowledge to others, Logan.

Momgan: We all live in your head, it literally does not matter.

SnekBoi: Second trial; Inny. Someone you don't even know. Good luck.

shrexy: Yeah, I'm making him trial three, I'm buying snake stuff for trial two.

SnekBoi: Using the stuff I recommended or something else?

shrexy: Stuff you recommended.

SnekBoi: Smart man.

4:30PM

Octopussy: hey, Dee, I went home for lunch and guess what happened?

SnekBoi: No way. Baby garters? Did Venus have babies?

Octopussy: nope, neither. you remember how how we left Juno and Jupiter together earlier this year because we ran out of separators while we had to shift them from their quarantine bins to their enclosures?

SnekBoi: Tell me they didn't.

Octopussy: I think Juno's newly laid litter means they did.

SnekBoi: Well, it looks like unfortunately have baby rainbow boas.

spipples: I want one.

SnekBoi: You really want a snake? You've told us for years you didn't want to own them.

spipples: I was thinking of looking for a cute little noodle and Juno and Jupiter are just plain beautiful so their babies have to be pretty too.

SnekBoi: Reasonable, rainbow boas are pretty as hell.

Octopussy: do you even have an enclosure for a baby rainbow boa?

spipples: I already have an extra 20 gallon enclosure from getting Celeste. I got the wrong one. It was too small for Celeste so I ended up having a spare 20 gallon.

SnekBoi: Amazing, this one is the first one to already have both an enclosure and past snake experience with our babies.

spipples: Oh yeah, I've fed Minerva before.

SnekBoi: Do we even need to continue vetting him?

Octopussy: I still will, this is the first time Juno's had babies and I'm still counting.

SnekBoi: Jeez, how many are you at?

Octopussy: well, I'm doing it alone and I'm searching Juno's enclosure so I'm not even counting yet, I'm still cleaning. it has to be at least seven though.

SnekBoi: Good lord, Juno.

Octopussy: Juno cares not for your so called "lord", she will make any number of squirmy children she wants. and apparently that number was a lot. I'm already above ten.

SnekBoi: I believe it.

Octopussy: just look how pretty this bucket of large rainbowey worms are.

Octopussy: abakersdozenofrainbowboas.jpg

spipples: Wow, they're beautiful.

shrexy: Oh wow, they're so pretty!

waaahluigi: I would kill for them.

Coffee Bandit: I think they look very squirmy and cute. A+ work right there, Juno.

SnekBoi: Oh yeah, Virgil. Time for vetting. Come see me.

spipples: Wish me luck not to die.

Raccoon Man (the trashiest hero): Don't die, I'm not qualified to raise my nephews and niece.

spipples: Fair.

7:45PM

SnekBoi: I'm exhausted. I'm going to sleep again. Live on without me, you feeble simpletons.

spipples: Yeah sure, jackass.

SnekBoi: Love you too, bastard.

spipples: Fair.

SnekBoi is offline

spipples: Hey, Inny, can we talk alone?

Octopussy: Nu-uh. I just got home and I'll be incriminated. Witness.

spipples: Fine, Andy, come with me.

Raccoon Man (the trashiest hero): Fiiiiiiine.

spipples, Raccoon Man (the trashiest hero), and Octopussy are now offline

shrexy: Should I be worried about them.

Dr. Bitch: Virgil seemed extremely worried about Deceit, which is seeable given Dee has declined in health quite a bit lately with his recurrence and he's not quite getting much better as of yet given he's stressing himself out more than he's helping himself get better.

shrexy: Isn't there a way to make him stop that?

Dr. Bitch: We're fortunately unfortunate that he's stubborn. His stubbornness has served well going through things like induction and maintenance but he's absolutely shit at consolidation.

shrexy: Do you think he'll be okay? He's just getting worse.

Dr. Bitch. Like I do with all my patients, I hope he'll get better but, right now, it doesn't seem like he will be unless something changes and he finally stops being so self-destructive.

shrexy: So, no?

Dr. Bitch: I don't think he will, but I don't think he'll die and he knows that. he's a part of you, he can't die, he'll just be in a lot of pain for a very long time and will likely go dormant.

shrexy: It's a relief he won't die but I don't want him to be in pain.

Dr. Bitch: Well, we don't really have a choice. We have the option of I either do my best and get him into remission again and hope it doesn't come back again or I give up on my favorite patient and let him drive himself into the ground again. And you have the option of living with him or rejecting him.

shrexy: I know.

Dr. Bitch: Now I need to work, I get to go home soon.

shrexy: Good luck, Dice!

Dr. Bitch: Yeah, yeah.

Dr. Bitch is offline

Momgan: I'm not surprised that I worked and this chat, yet again, is chaos.

Papa Bear: Yeah, it usually is chaotic while we aren't here, huh Lo?

Momgan: It is. Sometimes I'm shocked any of them have a single braincell between them.

Papa Bear: You're right! Our beloved braincell is at work, so they lose their minds.

waaahluigi: I resent that!

Momgan: We know you're chaotic because you miss us, Roman.

waaahluigi: No! I just get...

waaahluigi: ...bored stupid.

Momgan: Would you like to hug, Roman?

waaahluigi: Wait, you're offering to hug me? You? The robot?

Momgan: Well, given I am designated the group mother, I may as well give you motherly affection.

waaahluigi: I would kill to hug someone.

Momgan: Roman, are you touch starved?

waaahluigi: No! Of course not! I just like attention!

þiccness: He is. Mom refuses to admit it but he is touch starved quite frequently.

Momgan: I guess I'm staying with you then until you have had an adequate amount of touch.

waaahluigi: Hang on, gonna cry real quick because Lo's being so nice to me.

shrexy: Aw, bud! Cuddle pile on Roman time!

SwEeTvErUcA: You mean flop on my brother like he's a pancake and I'm butter? Great idea!

waaahluigi: Wait nonono!

uwu: Hey what was that bang?

waaahluigi: Ow.

uwu: Ah, two touch starved triplets. Makes sense. Carry on.

Momgan: Oh no, you're getting in on this too, Teal.

uwu: What god did I offend to be taken from doing my work like this?

Momgan: All of them.

uwu: Sounds about right, deal.

Taglist: @glaxyjellyfish @chronophobica @fear-ze-queer @imma-potatoo

[go--ask--alice]

Exordium

Alice, I Love You.

Ever since Alice’s confession of love, J has been struggling. He knows that he has very strong feelings for her, but love was never something he thought he’d feel for another person. Before he can confess his love to her, he needs to come to terms with it within himself.

Alice and J are currently getting ready to head out for a night at J’s club; The Smile & Grin. He wants to show off his beautiful new Queen for the world to see.

🃏: Joker

👑: Alice

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🃏 Bath time princess?

👑 That sounds wonderful!

🃏 You want a bath or a shower? Daddy wants to join, I’ll be good! *Starts laughing.*

👑 Hah! Well in that case, a shower. We may never leave the bathtub!!

🃏 *Runs and picks you up so your straddling me as we walk.* You have to be on your best behavior too.

👑 Mmm Daddy you are terrible!! *I run my hands over your exposed chest.*

🃏 Me? I’m a saint! Can’t you see my wings?

👑 *I look over your shoulder to your back.* Nope no wings here!! But you do have something sticking out of your hair? Yup! Look at those cute horns!

🃏 You see horns because you’re always horny. *Cackles*

👑 Me?? *Looks aghast.* I’m the angel here, how do you think I put up with all your devious antics?

🃏 *I put you down and give you a look.* Daddy is going to take off his clothes now and put a warm shower on. Can I trust you to be good? You know how you like to tease.

👑 *I bite my lip.* Yes Daddy, I’ll be good.

🃏 *I start slowly unbuttoning my shirt.*

👑 *I follow your hands as they move down your chest.*

🃏 *I snap my fingers.* Alice… Behave! Let me help you take that off. *I start unbuttoning your shirt as I press myself against you.*

👑 Oh Daddy.. you don’t play fair.

🃏 See? I took off your shirt while being a gentleman. Let’s see you take off my pants.

👑 *I reach forward and at a snails pace I tug your pants down your long legs, I coax each foot up and pull them completely off then hand them to you.*

🃏 *I watch you as you take my pants off. You are the most beautiful woman I have ever seen.* Alice… how did you become so gorgeous?

👑 *I quickly turn bright red.* ..umm *I’m speechless.*

🃏 *I love how you blush. I reach out to touch your face and it’s warm.* Alice… Behave.

👑 I am Daddy. I just don’t know what to say to that.. no one’s ever spoken to me the way you do.

🃏 That is a grave oversight. Someone needs to tell you everyday, and I’ll make sure that it’s me. *Kisses your hand.*

👑 *I smile wide.* I love you. God.. so much.

🃏 *My eyes smile at you.* I’m going to wash you because I don’t know what will happen if I let you use your hands.

👑 *I can only nod, afraid if I keep talking I’ll make a fool of myself. I can’t help saying those words at any opportunity, but I can see in your eyes that it hurts just alittle bit to hear them.*

🃏 *I get into the shower first and hold my hand out for you watching like a hawk to make sure you don’t slip. If you were ever hurt I would die.*

👑 *I carefully step under the hot water with you. It feels amazing on my sore muscles. Being with you is more exercise than going to the gym.* Ahh that feels wonderful… *Just when I thought you couldn’t get any sexier, watching you naked, as hot water cascades down your pale lean body.. It’s almost more than I can handle.*

🃏 *I pull out a bottle of body wash and pour it onto your body. I rub my hands over your shoulders and massage as I wash you.* Tense sweetheart?

👑 *I let out a nervous laugh.* I’m fine J. Just trying to behave myself. You’re so very close and so very naked. I don’t think you fully realize the affect you have on me.

🃏 *I give you a devilish smile.* Maybe it would help if I wasn’t facing you? *I turn you around and pour shampoo into my hands and start to wash your hair. I pile your hair onto your head and work the shampoo in and then start to rinse it out and add conditioner. I hold you close to my body as my fingers run through it.*

👑 *I just want to melt into your body, you feel so good pressed up against me.* You know I’ve never had someone wash me like this before, it feels amazing!

🃏 Again… I’m surprised that you haven’t been pampered like this. You deserve every bit of it and more especially since you take such good care of me.

👑 *I lean my head on your shoulder and look up at you.* I’m glad you think I deserve all this.. I truly am.

🃏 *My hands trail down your back and over your breasts while I slowly wash you.*

👑 *Your touch is gentle, almost too gentle. This has to be as hard for you as it is for me.*

🃏 Alice… Are you behaving? *I smirk behind you.*

👑 Ye..yes Daddy. *I bite my lip to surpress a moan. I turn around in your arms. I want to see your gorgeous face. I trace one of the scars on your cheek, I’m trying to be good but I just want to feel you. I wrap my arms around your waist and hug you. No games… I just hold you as close to me as possible.*

🃏 *There is an overwhelming feeling sweeping over me. I feel it pouring out of me to you and out of you towards me. I know what it is. It feels too good. I become afraid. I’ve never felt this feeling. I didn’t think I was capable of giving it or accepting it. I clutch you to me. The shower is steaming but something feels cold inside. I worry that I’m stealing your warmth and that I’m poisoning the most beautiful thing I’ve ever seen.* Alice… I… don’t want to change you.

👑 *I look up at you confused.* Change me? J… you’re shaking.. are you alright?

🃏 I… I’m just… *I want to tell you but I don’t want you to worry. You are perfect. I don’t want you to be upset.*

👑 *I run my hand along your jaw.* J.. what is it?? *I’m starting to get concerned, I’ve never seen you like this.*

🃏 *I sit down on the bench in the shower and run my hands through my hair. Say something to her idiot now that you have her all upset.* Alice… you… *I swallow.* You… love me. *Saying the word makes the hairs on my body stand at attention.*

👑 Yes.. I do. Very much..

🃏 I have trouble comprehending the… the emotion. *Something inside me screams.* I feel as if.. You are the most… The way you are…. everything you do is… *I am starting to babble. I am so frustrated with myself. I clench my fist.* This is… I have a… a good feeling inside. I’m sorry… I don’t know what I’m saying. Excuse me. *I am mortified. I leave the shower without even drying. I start to run into the master bedroom and slip onto the marble.*

👑 *My legs feel like they’re about to give out, I sit down on the floor of the shower with my mouth hanging open, dumbfounded. I can’t move, I feel like we’ve been in this same position before. On our first night together.*

🃏 *I pound my fists repeatedly onto the marble and force myself to get up. I feel a shooting pain down my leg. I don’t want you to see me like this. Weak, naked, babbling about my… love. I limp into the bedroom and sit on the matress with my head in my hands.*

👑 *The water is still running, I couldn’t care less. I slowly walk into the bedroom, my body wrapped in a large towel and hair loose dripping down my back. You’re hunched over sitting on the end of the bed. My heart breaks looking at you.*

🃏 *I realize that you’ve walked in and I try to “man up”. It come out as an angry snarl. I’m like an abused animal growling at the only person who loves it.*

👑 *I keep my distance. I can’t read you right now which scares me.*

🃏 *I get up and immediately wince in pain and sit back down. I’m not going anywhere right now despite my stubborn want to run.*

👑 *I take a hesitant step towards you.* Mr…. J… ?

🃏 *Hearing your sweet voice snaps me out of my delirium.* Yes baby doll… come here.

👑 *I come closer, still worried.* Did I.. did I do something wrong? I pushed you too hard. I’m so sorry…

🃏 No… *My face is pained.* …It’s… it’s not anything you did Alice. You are perfect, I am so happy with you. Please listen to this explanation and try to hear through a madman’s words.

👑 Then tell me. Tell me what to do. I can’t stand to see you like this, I can see the pain in your eyes.

🃏 I’m starving. I’m so starving that I’m afraid I might eat your entire heart.

👑 *I sit next to you on the bed, I pull my knees up to my chest.*

🃏 *I smack my head when I say the words.* Ah… that was stupid. *I decide to be honest.* I’m afraid of this feeling. I’m not afraid of anything. You can see the problem right?

👑 You’re… afraid to love me?

🃏 *I quickly grab your hand and kiss it.* I.. l think it’s too late for that. But I don’t want to hurt you. What if I… change you?

👑 Well it's to late to worry about that. I’m here for the long haul. I trust you not to hurt me. And if I change, then I change. Why does change have to be a negative thing?

🃏 You are perfect.

👑 J.. I’m not perfect. No one is.

🃏 What if I poison you with my imperfections? With my criminality. You deserve stability.

👑 Look at me. *I put my hands on either side of your face.*

🃏 *I look at you instantly.*

👑 I know what you are. I knew before I stepped foot into your club. It does not matter. I had no idea that night when I snuck into your bar that we’d be here right now. Never in my wildest dreams! You are more than I could ever ask for. I still don’t feel like I deserve the attention and affection you give me. But for some reason you’re convinced that I’m… perfect. *Now I’m rambling. I laugh out of frustration.*

🃏 Alice how can you not know? *I look at you confused.*

👑 How do I get it into your thick skull how fucking important you are.

🃏 You are literally made for me.

👑 Then have me!

🃏 *I chuckle nervously. I can’t believe I said that. My heart beats quickly. I feel lightheaded.*

👑 I’m HERE for your taking!

🃏 *I pull back with a surprised expression on my face and then start laughing like mad. I’ve never seen you do that before.*

👑 What! What’s so funny??

🃏 You… You yelled.

👑 You won’t listen! You’re so fucking stubborn.

🃏 *I try to stop laughing. I know you’re frustrated. It’s so funny though. That loud yell coming from little sweet you.*

👑 I tell you I love you and I feel like you don’t want to believe me. Do you have ANY idea how frustrating that is???

🃏 You know… you’re sexy when you’re frustrated. No baby no… I want it I’m sorry I’m sorry.

👑 J.. I’m serious. I’ve never been more serious in my life.

🃏 I know. Here goes… No one has ever loved me. I’ve never loved before, teach me. I think that I do… Love you. *Alarm bells sound in my brain.*

👑 ……..*I’m shaking.*

🃏 Have patience with me… I’m an old dog. It’s hard to teach us new tricks.

👑 Sa….say that… say that again…

🃏 Alice…

👑 Please.. I need to know I’m not hearing things.

🃏 *Suddenly I feel bashful. I’ve never felt that emotion either. I grab a pillow and hide my face under it.*

👑 *I grab the pillow, probably alittle to rough.* Look at me.

🃏 *I look at you and purse my lips. I’m nervous.*

👑 *You’re blushing. I put my hand on your cheek.* …warm.. *I chuckle.*

🃏 *I bite my lip and grab your wrist and then kiss it.*

👑 *Some how you always find a way to make me smile. Even when I try to be angry with you. My heart is still racing like mad.*

🃏 That’s how it feels huh? To be flush in the face.

👑 Mmhmm.. not so bad is it?

🃏 You walk around feeling like your heart is going to knock the walls of your rib cage out all day long? Stupendous.

👑 When I look at you? Yes. *I hold your face in my hands.*

🃏 *Squint my eyes and stare at you trying not to smile.* You know… you still have soap on you. *I chuckle.*

👑 I don’t care.. Haha *I kiss you.* You know.. you’re still naked?

🃏 This is my favorite outfit I think it’s yours too.

👑 *I whisper.* It is.. shhh..

🃏 Alice, don’t ever let them put me back in Arkham.

👑 Never.

🃏 *Your prompt response makes me reach out and hug you.* I do think you might like the way I look in that straight jacket though. *Cackles*

👑 I’ll turn this world upside down if they ever take you away from me.

🃏 I believe you. I mean - if you yell like you did earlier they might pay you to take me back.

👑 I’d cause a scene like you wouldn’t image! Worst case scenario they’ll lock me up with you. I’d lose my mind if you were gone.

[wolftraps]

"They’ve got one single person who is Desolation + the End (an orphan Daisy found in the burned out shell of a house that they all sort of co-raised...)" Oh I'd love to hear more about them. Both in the Institute family accidentally an entire baby sense and in the WOW is this the wrong person to have mad at you sense. Give them a touch of the Hunt and they're deadlier than any Slaughter. (Course, thats what mum's for.)

Right, so, uh, I didn’t mean to write so much. But I guess that’s the story of Reverb. So, here’s 2500 words of Daisy and Jon raising a monster, I guess?

Basira finds the lead. There have been rumors that the Lightless Flame is trying to create a new Agnes. Jon thinks they may already have. He doesn’t Know, but his attempts to do so gave him a nasty sunburn for a couple hours, so he passed it off to them instead. Almost everyone involved in Agnes’s birth and childhood are gone, but there are still a couple known contacts, and at this point, Daisy can usually just follow the smell of burning.

It’s Basira who finds the lead, though, and takes them up to a tiny town about 100km north of Glasgow.

To what was a tiny town north of Glasgow. Most of it isn’t even smoking anymore by the time they get there. If anyone survived, they’ve already fled. All except for one. There’s no sound that gives them away. No crying or screams. Daisy just follows the scent of smoke to the epicenter of the destruction, and huddled in the middle of the burned out shell of a house, with their head buried in their knees, is a child.

Her first step into the building disturbs some rubble, just enough to get the child’s attention without immediately prompting an attack. Their head snaps up, and they may not be crying now, but the redness of their eyes says they have been.

“Daisy,” Basira warns as she takes a step closer, and Daisy motions for her to keep back.

Another step, the child tenses. Another, they still don’t attack. Another. Another. When she’s finally only a couple meters away, the kid makes ready to run. So that’s where Daisy stops, and sits down amid the rubble and ash.

“Hi,” she says softly. “I’m not here to hurt you. My name is Daisy.”

No response.

“Can you tell me your name?”

Nothing.

“That’s alright. You can tell me when you’re ready.” Daisy slowly gestures at the destruction around them. “I’m going to take a guess and say you did this.” The child tenses. “Also going to guess you didn’t mean to.” They stare at her suspiciously for another few seconds and then jerkily shake their head.

“That’s okay,” Daisy reassures them. “I understand. I’m going to sit here as long as you need to feel comfortable, okay? You can talk when you’re ready, but I’m only here to help.” Their eyes flick briefly to Basira, still standing just outside the demolished wall. “That’s my partner, Basira. She’s not going to hurt you either. She’ll stay right there unless you say she can come in.”

And so they stay for another twenty minutes, sitting in silence.

“D-Daisy?” the child says eventually, their voice cracking and hoarse from smoke.

“I’m here.”

“You… don’t really look like a Daisy.” Daisy laughs.

“My real name is Alice.”

“You don’t look like an Alice, either.”

“Yeah. I didn’t really like it. Daisy’s better.” They nod.

“I’m… I’m Shay.”

“Hi, Shay. Good to meet you.”

“I… I really didn’t mean to,” they say, and their shoulders shake, but there are no tears. Daisy suspects they may be too dehydrated. “I just… I just wanted to see. And- and then I couldn’t stop it. And everyone was screaming! And- and-”

“Shh-shh. It’s okay, Shay. Can I come closer?” Shay nods and Daisy moves slowly, no sudden movements, until she sits again at Shay’s side. “I’d like to hug you, if that’s okay.”

“I- I don’t-”

“That’s fine too. I’m right here. However you need me.” Shay studies her for a long moment, barely breathing, and then a sob wracks through them and they’re buried in her side.

“I didn’t mean to!”

“I know. It’s okay. I know.” She rocks them gently until the shaking stops.

“What’s going to happen to me now?”

“If it’s alright with you, I’d like to take you home now.”

“Your home?”

“My home.”

“With you and Basira.”

“With us, and my friend Jon. And Martin and Sasha. Our whole little family. And yours if you want it.”

-

“A child,” Georgie says incredulously. “Someone gave you a child?”

“Technically, Daisy acquired a child. I thought it best they learn in a more stable environment. Also they’re almost eleven. It’s not like we’re trying to raise a toddler in the Archives.”

“I’m not sure that’s better, Jon.” The child in question side-eyes them, but says nothing, just continues to sort papers. “They’re very quiet.”

“Now,” Jon scoffs a bit. “There was a bit of a row earlier, and a yell that may have spawned a small tornado. Shay is cleaning up the mess they created, in silence, or they won’t be going out with Sasha tomorrow to witness Hurricane Gabrielle hit Florida.” He meets Shay’s glare with a flat stare of his own. Stubborn ten-year-olds have a remarkable ability to not be intimidated by staring, though they still break first, with a touch of an embarrassed blush.

“Jon! They’re a child.”

“Georgie! They’re not human. And I’m certainly not going to push them to pick a second patron at this age, so I would rather they participate in events that will occur anyway than for them to start blowing things up near our home.”

“So if they don’t behave, you’ll starve them.” The glare Jon aims at her has her taking a step back. It’s not often Jon aims any of his powers at Georgie, but it’s abundantly clear that that isn’t something she should have said.

“If they don’t behave, they will be taken to northern Georgia, where the hurricane will likely cause serious flooding, but little irreparable damage. They’re already Desolation, Georgie, and I am not going to punish them for living.”

-

“Shay.”

“Oh, uh, hey, mum! W-what’s up?”

“Explain.”

“I’m just… protesting? Oh, come on! We’ve been careful. Minor injuries and some lingering trauma only. And you can’t tell me some of these assholes don’t deserve it!”

Daisy looks at them sternly for a good half minute, just enough to let them squirm.

“You’re targeting the wrong pressure points. And his lordship is over there,” she points to the building currently behind Shay, right on the edge of the localized earthquake they have going.

“Oh. Oops.”

“If you want to level the building three down from that, I won’t complain. Got a Stranger I’ve been after for a while squatting there.”

“Aww.”

“Don’t.”

“What? I think it’s sweet you still bring him Strangers for their anniversary!”

“You want pointers or not?”

“Not saying another word. What’s the secret to efficiently destroying a building?”

-

Jon finds them in the tunnels, sitting against a wall, wrapped around Patrząc. He sits beside them, just close enough to brush arms. Even then, he can feel the heat coming off them. Not burning, but feverish at least, if they were capable of having fevers.

Neither of them say a word for several minutes.

“I keep trying to cry,” Shay says, soft and flat. “I want to. I- I really fucked up this time, but I just… can’t. I can feel them, their terror, and… I can feel when it stops. Every single one, it feels like i’m being dropped into ice water, but I’ve been burning so hot, it feels more like a balm. I… I know we’re not human, but shouldn’t- shouldn’t I be sad? Or… something?”

Jon leans his head back against the wall and considers. “I- spent a lot of my youth blaming myself for… everything, really. It took me a long time to accept that ‘you always have a choice’ and ‘some things are beyond your control’ aren’t mutually exclusive. Just because there is a choice, doesn’t mean it could’ve gone any other way than how it did.”

“Didn’t you literally go back in time to change everything?”

“Yes. And I changed… a lot. It was hard to think of it that way at the time. Back then, it seemed like no matter what I did, everything was still going to go wrong. Some people probably would’ve been… No, no one would’ve been better off. Not in the end. That’s what I still have trouble remembering. We told you I came back because the world ended.”

“Yeah? Because of Jonah Magnus. You came back to kill him, so it didn’t happen.”

“I’m the one who ended it.”

“Wh- wait, what? But you…”

“We tried to run away, but I was too much the Archivist to go without statements. Basira sent us some, but Jonah slipped one in, and it held the words to perform the ritual. By the time I realized what it was, I couldn’t stop reading. It wasn’t a choice I deliberately made, but I ended the world.”

“Oh… fuck.”

“Heh. Yeah. And still, I wouldn’t have come back- I wouldn’t have been able to come back- if Martin hadn’t been killed.”

“I don’t-”

“Do you know about Agnes?”

“Agnes… Montague? I read some of the statements, why?”

“If Daisy never found you. If you were raised by the Lightless Flame. You were meant to be her replacement. Your birth was orchestrated to bring about the apocalypse in the image of Desolation.”

“… Oh.”

“Agnes was conflicted. She had doubts. Eventually, she decided she couldn’t do it. She told them to hang her, so her spark would return to the fires of Desolation and they could try again.”

“… Oh.”

“Do you know the difference between you and her?”

“She chose not to destroy the world and I’m going to do it by accident?”

“No. It’s the same as the difference between timelines for me. The people around Agnes made her choose between dying and ending the world. The difference is that your family would never want you to do either.”

“I… Jon- Dad- There- there are still so many lives being lost. Because of me. And-”

“And you can feel them. Yes. You said it doesn’t feel bad. Does it feel good?”

“Wh- Um… Not- not especially? Mostly it just… is. It’s almost like… part of me wants to be satisfied, but instead I’m just numb.”

“That’s probably the best we could hope for.”

“I don’t understand.”

“I know. I’ll do my best to explain. We should go back up, though. Your mother is being gruff, but it’s because she’s worried about you.” Jon starts to lever himself up but is stopped by a warm grip on his arm.

“Could- could we stay down here, just a bit longer? The- the cold feels nice.” Jon smiles softly and sits and lets them lean in to rest their head on his shoulder, even though they’ve got enough height on him it can’t be comfortable. The two of them won’t be able to sit here forever. A fretting Daisy is already wearing a hole in the floor of the Archives with her pacing. And it’s unlikely the forest fire is going to go out without some supernatural intervention. He remembers this feeling, though, and how much he depended on Martin’s support.

He can give them this, for a little while longer, and then he’ll call Oliver Banks.

-

Ethan has been at the Institute for half a year when he finally meets Jon’s kid. They’re… a lot livelier than he expected. They blow through the Archives like a whirlwind (and, in fact, may spawn a small one, though it only disturbs some of the discredited statements, so it’s not like it matters), and almost slide into a seat across from Jon.

“Mum says you have something for me,” they say, practically bouncing. “What is it? What is it?”

“Hello, Shay. Lovely to see you too. I’m doing just swell, thanks for asking. How are you?”

“Oh please, you know exactly how i’m doing. But… yes, hi Jon, I missed you too.” Ethan has never once had any cause to doubt his mother’s love, but he doesn’t think he’s ever seen her look at him with half as much fondness as Jon looks at Shay. Though, in fairness, that’s probably because he’s a bit too close to the situation with his own mum.  “Soooo?”

“The Vast.”

“Oooh, that’s a new one. I thought Martin still had a pretty good hold on the Fairchilds.”

“Simon is trying his hand at space exploration again and won’t answer our calls. Helena says this new avatar isn’t a Fairchild and has no stake in our alliance.”

“Is she telling the truth?”

“Unfortunately. Kinsey Harris is a former RAF pilot. In 2031, there was a malfunction and his plane went down. He did not. In August of 2032, he came to the Blackwood Institute and made a statement. Ethan?”

Jon has been doing this more and more lately, quizzing Ethan on case numbers. Sometimes he remembers from his searches through old statements, sometimes he doesn’t. On at least two occasions, though, he’s known without ever seeing it.

“Umm… 07.2031.2032/08/14… I/L/R?” Jon nods, and Ethan tries not to look too proud of himself.

“New guy?” Shay asks, looking him over. They had clearly missed him in their sprint to Jon’s office.

“Not that new,” Jon scoffs.

“Jon.”

“I didn’t say anything.”

“You didn’t need to! Martin and Mum and even Sasha did it for you! I’m pretty sure Sasha doesn’t know what year it is half the time, let alone how long it’s been since I last visited the Institute.”

“Sasha knows what year it is at least 86% of the time, and she knows when it’s been too long since you came home.”

“Can’t we go back to you asking me to kill a guy? That conversation was a lot more fun.” Jon stares at them until they start to squirm, just a little, and Ethan’s spent enough time with him that he’s pretty sure he can see Jon fighting a smirk.

“Kinsey took one of our HR employees, Buried-aligned. She was missing for a week before she crash-landed in the front hall. Now one of our library staff, Len, Pitch, is gone.” All of Shay’s fidgeting has stopped, and there’s a sense of… something in the Archives. Static tension. The calm before a storm.

“Right. Give me everything you have on him.”

“Ethan has been collecting it all. He can fill you in while you grab something from the canteen.”

Shay doesn’t so much roll their eyes as their whole head. “You cannot judge me for skipping a couple meals. I was busy.”

“I can and I will. Go. Eat lunch. And we will see you for dinner later.”

For a second it looks like there’s going to be an argument, but Shay stops before saying anything. “Who’s cooking?” they ask. Jon really does smirk now.

“Georgie and I are making curry.”

“Yessss. Okay. I’ll see you later. Love you!” They drop a kiss on Jon’s cheek and then Ethan is being pulled up the stairs by someone with Jon’s intensity and Ms. Tonner’s feral energy and he wonders if maybe he should be worried, but doubts he’s going to have much time for that.

[comfy-whumpee]

Jessie

Jessie was watering the plants on the windowsill. There were two succulents, a geranium, and the most stubborn cactus she'd ever had the pleasure of knowing. She was just eking the dribble of water the latter needed into the little gap between its buds when she noticed her husband's car passing through the gates of their little street. She smiled, put the watering can down, and flipped the switch on the kettle.

 The car pulled into the drive, paused for the garage door, and then disappeared into it. Jessie frowned. Pete didn't normally bother with the garage, unless...

She poured his tea, and her own. Ginger and lemon. She sat down at the dining table and folded her hands. Twenty-two years of marriage, and he still thought she wouldn't realise.

 When he appeared, he smiled at her, his round face already soft but softening further at the sight of her. Behind his glasses, the green eyes she'd fallen for were crinkled lovingly. She quirked one corner of her mouth back at him as he sat down with her, a pleased sigh escaping him as he took the weight off his feet.

 "How was work?"

 "Oh, good. The new batch are coming along nicely. Should be done within a couple of weeks. Oh, and Mason finally took what I said on board, stopped dragging out his breaks."

 "Mm." She took a sip of tea, her wedding ring clinking against the ceramic in a way she only allowed when she was irritated. In the corner of her eye, she noticed him look up at her properly, and it was only then that she said, "Did you bring work home with you again?"

 His mouth opened to protest, and then closed when she raised an eyebrow. Then he grinned, the same bashful grin he'd had when he'd asked her out. "This one's different."

 "That's what you always say."

 "I mean it this time. He's special." He paused for a moment, and she let him take his moment before he said with the flourish of a reveal: "It's 510."

 She groped for the association. He so often expected her to know what he knew about his little projects. "The...counsellor?" she said eventually.

 "Yes!" He was beaming. "The man I sent finally found him, and 326's owner was looking to buy, so we put them in the same house again and - get this - he turned it around again. The police were called and we only barely got ahead of it. Most of them got away, but we got 510."

 She squinted at him for a moment. He seemed so excited. "So you didn't get 326?"

 His face fell at her reminder. "Well - no. Haven't found him yet, but he won't last long. He's got nowhere to go." He brightened again. Always the optimist, her Pete. "But I've got 510, again, and he's such a mess after what Alice Landon did to him, it's fascinating. Come and meet him, baby."

 Jessie sighed, but she indulged him. She got up from the table and followed him into the garage, where he popped open the boot of his car.

 Inside was a skinny little runt, filthy and bruised all over. His hair was straggled around a dazed face, lips slightly parted and expression slackened to nonexistence. He was cramped in the back of the car, but limp in his little bundle. She looked up at Pete, and he was so clearly waiting for a reaction, she looked back and touched his shoulder.

 510, to her surprise, responded by whimpering and curling up tighter. This time she didn't have to feign the interest in her expression when she looked back at her husband.

 "Scared of it," he told her, smug with having caught her interest. "Landon had him starved for months. Told him he was disgusting. It really stuck."

 "How cruel." Jessie felt her attention tugged back to him. He was clearly drugged out of his mind, poor thing, foggy eyes wandering across the lights, his face drained of everything but pale confusion. They were always like this when Pete brought them home, because they couldn't remember anything they saw here...but she wondered. 510 wasn't going to live, he'd made that much clear. He'd cost too much, getting two placements in a row raided and testifying in court. It was unacceptable. Pete would take care of him.

 "Can we keep him?" she suggested, putting on her cutest, most winning smile, the one that got her out of grocery shopping most weeks. "Just for a little while? He's quite sweet, isn't he?" She trailed her hand down his back and he whimpered again, but didn't flinch. Couldn't flinch, actually, because he was already balled up so tight.

 Pete looked at her in surprise for a moment, then smiled. "Anything for my favourite," he said, one arm looping around her waist to tug her close and kiss her cheek. "But we'll blindfold him when the dose wears off. I'm not having you endangered, baby."

 "Oh, you're so good to me," she returned, kissing his cheek. "Bring him in? I've got a little time before dinner."

 "Oh, I'll cook tonight," he told her as he scooped up the limp bundle of 510. "You have fun with your new toy. And don't say I never do anything nice for you."

 She laughed, and when they reached the back room, she dropped an air kiss on his nose. "Wouldn't dream of it."

 She linked up his collar with the waiting loop on the wall. The back room was nicely furnished, a little TV room with a sofa and French windows to the garden, as well as a book case, mostly of DIY stuff Pete swore he'd do sometime. She left the boy on the floor, sat on the sofa with the rest of her tea, and waited for him to wake up.

[tempthornton]

😴 - have you ever given up on a blog and regretted it?😘 - what charectors are you currently writing?😫 - do you prefer fluff, angst, or smut?

Okay, time to sit down for a long post, doing these out of order cause... I got a list:

have you ever given up on a blog and regretted it?

I don’t really ‘give up’ on blogs. I might not be active with them, but I never give them up. The few I’ve had to delete were crackpot ideas I didn’t get to really start. I have a lots of characters, but my characters never vanish. I might have someone I wrote about once and three years later I’ll be like ‘oh! I have lore now to back this character up. Part of that is what happened with Temperance. I wanted a witch from Drustvar and started to make her. But then I made another character who took my interest and Temp was put on the side until inspiration hit.

With Shadowlands coming and the fact that Drust magic is necromantic I thought I would mix one of my favorite books series as a child to reinspire me to play Temperance. So far it’s working. It also helps I have some amazing RP friends who want to meet my innocent witch. I find if I have at least a friend or two who want to play with a character the character stays as a more active blog.

do you prefer fluff, angst, or smut?

Ummmm.... All but with different reasons. I love me some good fluff because it helps give my character times to lick their wounds. Angst is fun if I want to torture a character. Like Temperance with her crush on Laurent is all me wanting to have some angst with her, Son’Ispa, and Alexander. As for smut... I have Quin for that. Quin is my hypersexual, bi to pansexual, Dom. He’s just, just the most controlled asshole I have and man he makes writing smut fun. I don’t write smut publically and I’ll only write smut with people I know well. It’s not something I do all the time though since sex gets really boring to write if that’s all you write, but I am always good for some foreplay scenes with him and his soulmate. They are my OTP and I will never change my mind about that.

what characters are you currently writing?

*cracks knuckles cause this is going to take a bit* I play the following characters. Complete with their Tumblr names:

Malura Underchild: @maluraunderchild

Mal is my oldest WoW character, before warcraft, she was a D&D character. Malura is a half high elf Timewalker and she has done everything. The last ten years in game playing her I have had her living with the Forsaken, being a soldier, being a ranger, living with the Tauren, she was a spy, a political manipulator, a leader, and just so much more. She’s really got a lot of baggage but she plays stuff off because if she focuses on it for too long... she realizes just how messed up her life as been. But Mal will always be my main, I might not play her as much, but she’s always in my heart.

Earl Darsa Carrington: @darsacarrington

Darsa is my loud mouth half Gilnean half Lordaeronian noble. More he’s a lord of Lordaeron but his dad’s family is Gilnean. He’s a giant of a man but has a heart of silver. Darsa used to be a drug dealer until a lot of stuff happened, he found out he was a noble woman’s bastard and now has an island outside of Tirisful Glades that lets Forsaken and humans live together. He’s also a monster hunter and wants to give monsters the option of a place to live if they won’t kill people outright.

Duchess Alle Beithloch: @allebeithloch

Alle... oh Alle. Alle is based on the Grimm’s Fairytale ‘Of All Kinds of Fur’, or as I lovingly call her ‘a Lovecraft Disney Princess’. She’s a very careful woman and has her Duchy as a haven for people who can’t fit in with the Alliance. There’s a lot of homebrew lore I use for her and I normally try to warn people before they RP with her. But if you ever need something for a storyline, Alle might have it. Her family specializes in making deals, but everything you ask for will come with a price. It might be as simple as a strand of hair, or your firstborn child, you’re never going to know with this woman. I am not including them separately, but Alle lives with 10+ sayaad who she considers her family. The woman has a soft spot for monsters and demons.

Quin: @subjectragnar

Quin is going to be going through some changes this year. With Shadowlands coming he’s about to find out some stuff about how he was born. Quin was an experiment by a select group of Kirin Tor, the experiment that made him ‘failed’ and as the product of the experiment he was banished and sentenced to death as a baby. His adopted father a then High Elf found him starving in the streets of Dalaran. Quin is something most mages fear though, he’s a black hole for all magics if your skin touches his skin your magic is negated for as long as he is touching you. It’s a big boon for him but he’s always seen it as a curse. Instead of using magic to solve his problems he became an engineer and after some really messed up stuff, Quin also became a serial killer who targets slavers and other horrible people of the world. I always joke Quin is what would happen if Batman and Jigsaw had an anti-magic baby. He’s really on the top of my list as one of my favorite characters though... And he’s half of my favorite OTP with him and his soulmate Alice ( @alas-ward)

Lorcan Beithioch: @lorcanbeithioch

Lorcan is Alle’s distant cousin. Yes they have really similar names, I messed up naming Alle at first and decided when I made some extended family for her that they would have the correct name. Lorcan is my Drustvar witch... the one who distracted me from Temperance. Lorcan is more on the Drust side, he’s paraplegic and uses Drust constructs to walk. He’s a bit of a savage, but his family is all like that. They’re not... normal and are very tribal in their thinking. For the last 100 years, they were preparing for a massive face-off with another family, now that they don’t have to worry about that anymore Lorcan’s clan has been relaxing and trying to reconnect to their noble cousins. Lorcan is also Olivia Lovecraft ( @olivia-lovecraft)’s biological cousin and Lorcan is very devoted to keeping his newfound family safe. This includes his soulmate @vermilion-valentine who is right now a ghost after being murdered in front of him. Lorcan actually feels the pain of her being dead, but he’s working on getting her a new body so they can be together again.

Lord Anthion Soulshade: @anthionsoulshade

Oh Anthion. Okay, Anthion is my grumpy vampire. Unless someone else plays a san’layn or other vampiric creature I normally keep him away from people. He has very limited morals and only cares about a few things. 1. His mate Alle Beithloch. 2. His children Quin and Alice 3...... nothing else. If your character is an enemy of the people he loves, he won’t think twice about trying to hurt people. Hence I keep him away from most RPers. Now, after that disclaimer, Anthion is a massive homebody and a bit of a grump. He’s undead but has a love of beautiful things and loves being around clever people (At least clever people who don’t insult him). He loves to cook, even if he can’t eat and he would be a psychologist in our world. His old experiments were studying the mind and seeing how it could heal or be broken. Now he supports Alle while pretending to be a void elf in the Alliance.

Dr. Carl Krogen: @carlkrogen

Technically one of my ‘newer’ characters Carl is loosely based on the Hellboy character Karl Kroenen. Carl is a relic hunter who is searching for immortality. After the fall of Lordaeroon he had a mental breakdown and started to have horrible survivor’s guilt. Being a skilled doctor he replaced his heart for health reasons and slowly made himself look undead. He’s not actually Forsaken but he looks like one and lives between the factions working for whoever will pay him the best. He’s currently dating Olivia Lovecraft and I am all down for this ship cause romantic immortality is so freaking adorable.

Isola Dia: @goddessinthemachine

Isola’s real name is The Machine. She’s one of Anthion’s experiments who... well her greatest wish was to become a god. She now lives as a living island in an undisclosed location and I originally made her be able to stop Quin if he went off the rails. Well people saved Quin and made him his vigilante self and Machine was given a body that looks like a living person. She’s been using it to travel the world and collect any technology she can so she can integrate it into her larger body. She’s a fun romp into me figuring out how someone would act if they believed they were a god, and Isola also scratches my H.R Giger love... cause she’s basically body and cosmic horror.

Temperance Thornton: @tempthornton

.... I almost forgot to write down Temperance. I don’t think I need to make too many introductions, but, Temperance was me watching Penny Dreadful and saying ‘it would be funny if the demon possessing the girl was just protective but still a monster’. Son’Ispa was made to be Temperance’s ‘guardian’ and I built up a few other cast of characters that might one day get their own blogs. Like Alexander, a void entity stuck in a human body? It just sounds like so much fun to write. I love it when big horrific monsters have to be human. It just makes me smile.

I have a lot of other characters I play, but these are the ones with blogs. I am debating about making Malura’s future boyfriend a blog, but I’m still feeling that out.

((Thanks for the ask @jacobdcheshyre))

[aliencowboyqueen]

FIC: Casual Sort of Love (Part 2 of 2)

Pairing: Kylex (Kyle/Alex)

Summary: “We don’t need complicated reasons for having sex. Sometimes wanting to get laid is good enough.” (And then they caught feelings.)

Rating: Teen and up (This fic is about sex but there’s nothing graphic)

RNM Week Prompt: Day 7 - free day (Part 1 was Day 3: Quick and DIrty)

Part 2

(Part 1 is here)

"What's with the two of you?" Rosa asks, her elbow knocking against Alex's.

He lifts his eyebrows and gives her a questioning look. He is the only person aside from her sitting at the table but it seems all the people he knows are out at Crashdown tonight, so it's not clear whom she's referring to.

She gestures towards the bar with her chin. "Valenti's been giving you mournful stares the whole evening."

"Isn't he your brother?" Maybe it's the fact that Alex has multiple brothers, or that he grew up with them, but even as strained as their relationship is, he can't imagine calling any of them by their last name. Or perhaps it's because the name Manes belongs to him, too. As much as it burdens him.

"In blood maybe," Rosa replies with a shrug. She nudges the straw in her drink towards her mouth. "So what's with the two of you?"

Alex glances towards Kyle, who is very obviously trying to not get caught staring. "It's complicated," he tells Rosa.

"What did he do?"

Alex's mind flashes to Kyle's mouth on his skin, his fingers lazily drawing on Alex's body, and then to Alex walking away from him. "He didn't."

He misses Kyle. The thing is, nothing went back to normal afterwards. Their friendship has shifted. The space between them, once filled with easy compassion, is now a cold chasm filled with yearning. He finds it easier to stay out of Kyle's orbit, even though it hurts.

ooo ooo ooo

Kyle corners him by his car three weeks later. He is leaning against the driver's side door, arms crossed on his chest.

"I just want to know… Are we avoiding each other or has your absence in my life been a mere coincidence?" he asks.

"I'm not avoiding you."

Kyle clicks his tongue. He tilts his head and gives Alex a pointed look. "Is that why we've barely spoken three sentences in weeks? You said you wanted to be friends."

Alex doesn't know how to respond so he simply holds Kyle's gaze stubbornly.

Kyle sighs and sinks against the car. He takes out his phone. "I've got some leads on a possible alien," he says and offers Alex the device to look at the screenshots he's taken. "If you are interested."

The pictures and screenshots suggest an elderly woman living some six hundred miles away might be an alien. Possibly from the 1947 crash, even. It does pique Alex's interest.

"I'm free this weekend," Kyle says.

ooo ooo ooo

The drive is long and quiet. Alex is aware of Kyle's every breath, especially those that are the beginning of a word that never leaves his lips. He is aware of Kyle's hands that never reach for him. It's a strange, heart-shattering thing to miss someone so much while they are mere inches away. He is aware that when they make idle conversation to break the silence, they're not really talking – just saying words, none of substance.

Alex has only been in love once before but he recognizes the ache in his ribcage now. It might not be the same overpowering feeling, but it's the beginning of it, the heartbreak.

The exact thing he's been hoping to avoid.

ooo ooo ooo

There is a giant For Sale sign in front of the house. Alex and Kyle look at each other and shrug before walking to the front door and knocking.

There is only silence in response. But then the front door of a house next front yard over opens and a young blonde woman pokes her head out. She is holding a baby in her arms.

Over the next few moments, they learn the devastating truth. "Samantha Smith died last month," the woman explains. "Of old age, but it was still a shock. We thought she'd outlive us all yet." She pauses, rocking the baby. "She was my Grandmother. Are you here about the house?"

For the next half an hour, Alex sits stiff and uncomfortable in Alice Smith's living room while Kyle charms her. By the time they finish their coffee, Alice is ready to leave her spouse for Doctor Valenti, Alex thinks bitterly.

If only she knew why they are really there. Maybe she'd watch her children more closely. Alex is certain he sees the toddler girl levitate the toys in her playpen. The Smithes are lucky it's Alex and Kyle who found them instead of Alex's father and brothers.

"We're not here about the house, not really," Kyle says after a few minutes of chit-chat but by then Alice is so charmed by him she startles only a little. "We are working on a surprise genealogy project for a friend. We think your Grandmother – and you, I'd assume – are distantly related to him."

It's a gray zone where Alex himself isn't sure how much is a lie. He suspects, however, that Kyle is thinking of Michael when he says this. It both hurts and makes a perfect sense.

"Oh, I don't know," Alice says uncertainly, suddenly lifting her baby son up to her shoulder protectively. "Grandma Sam was an orphan."

"So is our friend," Alex says and all three of them startled at the sound of his voice.

Kyle puts his hand on Alex's shoulder and instinctively, Alex leans into his touch. It's comforting, and it tells him Kyle gets him, and it’s grounding and he is starved for it; suddenly he wants to wrap himself in Kyle's warm arms and clean scent.

Kyle removes his hand much too soon.

He leans towards Alice and takes out his wallet, from which he takes out a business card. Because of course Kyle has business cards. Alex can't imagine what a resident needs them for but at least in this moment one seems to come useful. "If you change your mind about the genealogy project… Or if anyone military-looking contacts you…"

Alice's eyes shift to Alex.

"I'm retired," he says and wonders how long before people don't see the years of service when looking at him.

ooo ooo ooo

When they return to the car, Alex realizes he is missing his keys.

Alice is standing on the porch with the car keys in her hand, looking guilty. "I'm sorry. My daughter…" She trails off, looking over Alex's shoulder towards Kyle leaning against the car. "He seems like a great guy. Reminds me of my grandfather… Though maybe that's the way he looks at you. Grandpa looked at Grandma like that, like she was his favorite view and a world wonder and the missing puzzle piece all at once. Grandma was a dreamer, she was so aloof, we weren't sure she actually loved him back the same. But then he died… It was such a shock, him dying before her… She was never the same, after." Alice chuckles awkwardly. "Sorry, I talk too much."

Alex takes the keys from her. "We're not… It's not like that."

Her mouth form a surprised 'O' but then she says: "Well then, my wife won't be very happy about me having his number in that case." She frowns. "This… this genealogy project… I'll think about it." Then with a furtive glance around her, she asks in a whisper: "Are we in danger?"

"Not immediate," Alex says and he hopes he is not lying to her.

He walks to the car wondering how to ask Kyle why he looks at him as if he was his enigma of a wife.

ooo ooo ooo

They have separate motel rooms that night.

Alex misses Kyle's warmth in his bed. And the way Kyle looks at him when they break away from a kiss. How Kyle's breath feels against his skin. And how Kyle calls him out when he's being unreasonable and how he listens when Alex has a good point.

He reaches out to check the time at 2AM and ends up opening the messages between him and Kyle. That's another thing he misses; Kyle's ridiculous yet sexy selfies and random alerts about Alex's favorite products. To his surprise, ellipsis at the bottom of the screen suggests Kyle is typing. They appear and disappear intermittently. A message rewritten and deleted. It never arrives.

At 3AM, Kyle opens the door for him in a t-shirt and underwear but obviously awake. He makes as if to grab Alex's t-shirt. Then he barely brushes his fingers against the fabric. Instead, he simply steps aside to let Alex in.

"Come in," he says. "Unless you're here to hook up and change your mind in thirty minutes."

Alex winces. Yet he can't fault Kyle for his words. He's earned that attitude.

"I don't think casual can work for us," Alex blurts out. The door closes behind him. "Because there's never anything casual I feel about you. Ever. You're a huge, important part of my life." He knows it to be true. Whatever he's ever felt for Kyle, positive or negative, it has always been a lot of feeling. Even at times when he was trying to ignore it. It was foolish to think that he could do anything meaningless with him. "When we were kids, when you were a nightmare, and now that we became a weird buddy cop comedy… I can't be just your casual fuckbuddy."

Kyle shakes his head. He drops down onto the edge of his motel bed. "I was trying to ask you out when you called things off," he says.

Alex opens his mouth but for a moment, nothing comes out of it. He looks around the room. None of the cheap furniture suggests an answer. "I know," he says eventually. "At least, I think I may have known that."

Kyle drops his head into his hands and combs his fingers through his hair. "But?"

With a step towards Kyle, Alex admits: "But I'm scared to be with you."

He is rewarded with a confused, hurt look. "You're sending really mixed signals."

Alex hasn't been entirely sure what he wanted from this conversation, not until this moment of looking into Kyle's eyes. It's not just that he hates seeing Kyle hurt or knowing that he is the one causing him pain. It's that he wants so desperately to be the one who'll put a smile on Kyle's face again. He wants to share his happiness and his pain and important decisions.

"I'm scared," he repeats. "I'm scared because I don't know if I can love you the way you deserve, even though I think I'm getting there. I'm scared you'll realize I'm too much trouble. I'm scared my father will try to use you against me. I'm scared things won't work out and I'll lose you for good. I'm even scared of what people will say." He pauses and takes a deep breath. "But I'm so damn tired of being scared. And I want to be with you. I want all of you, from your impressive cheekbones to your superficial pop culture references." He can't help a hint of a smile at Kyle's offended look. "You're hot, and funny, and kind, and brilliant, a really good person and really good in bed. You listen to what I have to say. And you make me feel good about myself."

He wants to keep going, but Kyle pushes off the bed and gets up. The distance between them closes. Kyle's fingers grasp the fabric of Alex's shirt. "Are we exchanging compliments? Because that part I could get used to."

Alex chuckles. "Wasn't what I was aiming for. But maybe?"

Kyle smiles, a soft and amused smile, though there's still something sad in his eyes. "You're so sexy. And, despite just saying 'scared' like forty times, you're so brave. And you're smart and you're aware of your skills, which is super hot. I just can't get enough of you, really. You're so principled and so ready to do what's right, no matter what it costs you. And you see people for who they are and… You make me want to be the best version of me that I can possibly be." He slowly runs his palms up Alex's body to rest on his shoulders. "Neither of us is perfect or uncomplicated. I can't promise things will go smoothly or that we'll always agree with each other or that I'll ever watch Star Trek with you. I can almost guarantee we’ll fuck up repeatedly. But I think we have a chance at something so good here. If you let us try. If you stop thinking of all the things that could go wrong." His grip on Alex's shoulders tightens. "And if you won't, then at least keep me as your friend, please? I really miss you when you push me away."

Alex responds by putting his hands on Kyle's waist. He could be arguing about kettles being black, but it barely crosses his mind. "We'll need to take it slow. I don't know if I'm ready to go public with this or… or even make any declarations. But I’d like to see where this goes."

"Just don't… don't storm out without explanation again, alright?"

With his gaze shifting away from Kyle's piercing eyes, Alex says: "I'm not sure I can promise that. But I can promise to come back with the explanation later."

Kyle nods. "That's good enough for me." And then he dives in for a kiss.

ooo ooo ooo

 Later, Kyle asks: "So what prompted you to change your mind?"

And Alex says: "Alice Smith's late Grandmother's husband."

Kyle stares at him for a long moment.

Then he says, "alright" and pulls Alex into a kiss again.

[homesoutofhuman]

Locked in- Duncan Vizla/Reader one shot

Request for the fanfic trope challenge- Trope 1: Locked in a Room, Trope 2: Unexpected virgin. 

Pairing: Duncan x female librarian! virgin reader

Warnings: explicit sex, swearing 

a/n: I’m not a big fan of ‘it’s her first time but five minutes in she’s riding him like a mechanical bull trope’ so I tried to make it more realistic, forgive me.

"Is anyone in here?” calls a deep male voice that resonates through the stacks and almost makes you drop the box of books you’re holding.

“Yes I am but just don’t let the door…” you groan in dismay as you hear the heavy metal door slam closed “...shut.”

Peeking out from the shelf you see Duncan rubbing his moustache and looking at you guiltily. “Sorry, I didn’t know it would lock like that.”

“Yeah it’s for security.”  you answer ruefully, walking towards him feeling awkward now that there are just the two of you in a small room. Duncan is so tall he takes up a lot of space, and his chest is broad...damn, it’s getting hot in here.

“For the books?” he looks so confused, scanning your face with apologetic puppy eyes as if to see if he’s going to be scolded.

“Some of them are precious.” Grabbing one of the shelf you show him a first edition of Alice in Wonderland. Duncan bends his head next to yours and gazes at the vibrant fresh illustrations. You feel his eyes on your profile as you turn the pages.

“I see, yes, beautiful.”

You look at him sharply and find his eyes fixed on your lips.  You press them together self-consciously and his eyes grow warm, flicking down your body to where the top of your blouse has come undone as you strained to lift the box to a high shelf. He lets out a sigh so heavy it brushes your cheek and gives you some welcome relief from the growing humidity in the room.

“If I had to be stuck in a room with someone I am glad it’s you.” he murmurs, suddenly and unexpectedly gentle.

You are a little stunned, having got to know Duncan casually over the last few weeks since he’s been teaching his class, you greet him every morning and say goodbye every evening, but you were unaware he’d even noticed you, never mind treasured the small conversations you’d managed to snatch in the faculty lounge, usually about books, sometimes about travel and all the different places he’d visited. Truthfully, you are in awe of the man, he has seen and done so much while you’ve been stuck in a small town, loving your job and your responsibilities, but never really quite living in the way he has.

“Yeah.” he answers in a heavily accented voice you can never quite pin down. You love his voice, so deep and alluring, but now it’s giving you issues, reminding you of all the secret fantasies you have about him when lights are out and you touch yourself, it always starts with him talking to you, looking at you just how he is right now.

Duncan notices your erratic breathing, your hardened nipples through your blouse, the way you’re looking at him like you’re starving and he’s some really good food and he finds he cannot control himself any longer. He grabs your arms and pushes you up against the stone wall between the stacks, towering above you, at least twice your size. You feel like a helpless animal in the clutches of a predator. He bends down and just takes your mouth, kissing you like he has every right to do whatever the hell he wants, but gentle at first, testing your reactions, seeing how you whimper when he licks inside your top lip, how you groan when he bites the bottom one.

Affected despite himself you feel him pressing against you, hard and solid and so warm. Duncan flicks open a few more buttons on your blouse and presses his mouth to the exposed skin, sucking hard. Your eyelashes flutter as you look down at him, lost for words, your knees almost buckling beneath you. Duncan lets go your arms, gently grasping your chin between his thumb and forefinger so that you are forced to meet his eyes.

“Look at me” he commands almost sternly “do you want this?”

Holding his gaze bravely you nod in affirmation “Yes Duncan, I want you but…”

Duncan pauses, his jacket half off his shoulders, looking at you questioningly. You smile at him fondly and help him take it off, pushing at his roll-neck in frustration, you want to feel his skin. “But you should know something. I...never really did anything like this before.”

Distracted by your words, Duncan lets you continue to undress him, so you get to run your hands over his bare chest and down to his pants before he stops you, his large hands capturing yours as you attempt to undo his belt. ”Wait, you’re teasing me. You really never…?”

Shaking your head you feel a blush moving across your cheekbones and down your neck. You want to sink into the ground at his feet. How can you explain that living in such a small town you never found the right person? That everyone was either too old or too young, how they wanted to go to sports games and drink beer and didn’t understand you- your craving for culture, for stories, for wisdom of the world. Until Duncan appeared in your life and brought everything you didn’t even know you needed.

“Shit.” he mutters under his breath. “Guys in this town really are stupid.” He rushes at you then, kissing you passionately, winding his hands in your hair to tilt your head just right, hardly letting you breathe between each long, hungry kiss, stealing your breath and making you shake in his arms. His hands move down your pencil skirt and squeeze your butt, bringing you closer to him with a groan.

“Your first time really shouldn’t be here though, but god knows I want it to be with me.”

Stammering you quickly try to reassure him. He’s got you so crazy you know there is no way you want to turn back now. You feel like you’ll die if you don’t have him, and some of your desperation seeps through into Duncan, so he nods, dropping to his knees in front of you. “If you’re very sure?”

Nodding so hard you almost wrench your neck you gape as he rolls up your skirt, exposing your stockings underneath. He raises his eyebrow and gives you an amused look. “Little minx.” then pressing his lips to the top of your thigh, his fingers tracing patterns down the backs of your legs, helping you out of your shoes.

“Lie back little one.” he murmurs, and without your heels you do feel even tinier beneath him. Duncan smooths out his jacket to give you some protection from the cold floor and resumes his place between your legs, kissing up and over your underwear, his eyes dark and focused, so much you’re scared to disturb him from the trance like state he seems to be in, but when he pushes aside your panties and puts his mouth on you, you cannot help it and let out a loud whimper, your hands shyly caressing his hair and down his neck as he licks at your sex, his tongue gentle but insistent against your clit. It makes you feel hungry and you squirm against him, wanting, needing more. He pushes the tip of his tongue to your entrance but doesn’t breach it, and you moan incoherent words, begging and pleading with him.

“You’re so wet gorgeous.” he informs you, raising his head with a fond look in his eye, and you see to both your arousal and your shame that his facial hair is glistening with your juices. “I’m so glad I’m the first one that gets to fuck you, it’s a crime that you’ve been left wanting so long.”

You realise his dirty talk is turning you on further, and you’re almost writhing on the ground by the time he’s finished teasing you. It seems to go on for hours, you almost black out as Duncan keeps you on the edge of orgasm, working his fingers inside you gently and gradually, so you won’t feel too much discomfort. For his part Duncan has never been so hard in his life, he wonders briefly if it’s possible to die from blue balls, and if so if it’s a technique assassins should add to their arsenal. Still, he doesn’t get off on causing people pain, and no matter how much he wants to just shove himself inside you, make you scream, he repeats a mantra in his head to keep the animal contained, you are precious, you deserve everything.

Sometime during the sweet torture, Duncan’s got you naked, and when he stands to finally undo his belt he looks down at you, your neck covered in red marks from his teeth, your nipples dark and erect from his mouth, your cunt dripping wet onto his coat. Duncan swears if he dies in this fucking locked library heaven could not be sweeter than the sight in front of him. You see his eyes tracking over your body and you do not feel shy anymore, you move your own hand between your legs, watching him pull his boxers down, his hard cock spring out. It’s even better than you imagined in your dirtiest dreams, thick and dark just like the rest of him. It’s big, looks like he’s going to split you in two. You realise our desire for him is so strong you don’t even care if it hurts anymore, but that doesn’t stop the slight shiver of fear at the bottom of your spine as he lines himself up with your virgin entrance.

“Fuck beautiful…” Duncan swears under his breath watching you touching yourself as his dick touches the wetness of your pussy lips, he tips back his head and takes some breaths. You stare at him wondering why he looks like he’s in pain, and realise his reluctance to damage you.

“Duncan please…” you whisper, deliberately seductively, wiggling your hips and speeding up your fingers on your clit “need you.”

He gives you a look that’s at once loving and despairing, and pushes his way inside you gradually, but not stopping until you’re completely joined. The pain is nothing you haven’t felt before and you feel yourself bearing down on him, wanting to show him you’re okay. Duncan watches you, his eyes barely open, his mouth hanging agape as he watches you fuck yourself on him. He grabs your hips to still you, shaking his head.

“I’m glad you’re okay but let me show you how it’s done baby girl...let me have this privilege.” His soft words surprise you enough to let him take back control and he starts a steady but slow rhythm, thrusting into you, groaning with every movement, and his words grow less gentle as he feels you clenching so tight around him. “Let me fuck you…”

“Yes Duncan…” is all you can say to reassure him, but it seems enough. He bends over you, lifting your legs up gently so he can deepen his movements. You enthusiastically wrap your legs around his waist, wanting to please him. Duncan gives you a deep kiss as reward.

His movements inside you start to feel less uncomfortable and more pleasurable as time goes on, and despite everything the fact that’s you’re so intimately joined with him makes you dizzy, makes it all worthwhile. You can tell he’s getting close, his handsome face screwed up with concentration, his hair damp on his forehead, but his thrusts inside you do not falter, as if it would kill him to stop.

Grabbing his hand you place a kiss on his palm before pushing it between your legs, letting his fingers replace your own. Duncan moans in reply, and the sound is more vulnerable than you’ve ever heard him. He bends his head to suck at your breasts as he continues to rub at you while thrusting a little more sloppily inside you.

“Wait, I want to come with you inside me…” you beg and he gives a shudderingly hard thrust in reply. You start to convulse, feeling the heat coil from your hips up your body and making you shake against him and release, crying out his name.  Duncan groans, his mouth on your nipple as he finally gives in to his own pleasure. Realising that you probably don’t have a birth control method set up he reluctantly pulls out and finishes, pushing himself between your thighs, looking down at you possessively.

You feel overwhelmed, and are vaguely aware of Duncan laying down next to you, covering your body with his own. Your eyes run up and down, taking in his athletic, graceful build and you lean to caress his lower back. Duncan gives a little jump, his dick stiffening slightly and you look up at him in awe.

“Already?”

Duncan shrugs, cuddling you tightly “Seems you have that effect on me liebling. Are you all right?” he asks, solemnly, but without pity. It is the enquiry of an equal, and you appreciate it.

“I need to go take a shower but other than that I’ll be fine.”

Duncan looks down between your thighs. “Sorry.” but his dick twitches again and you hide a smile, he enjoys making a mess of you.

You doze a while in his arms, but are awoken by him shaking you gently. “The school janitor will do his rounds in a few minutes, you should dress before he arrives.” Duncan helps you into your clothes and buttons your blouse right up to the top. You blink at him questioningly and he shrugs. Scoffing, you undo one button and watch him sulk slightly, amused that he is so territorial so soon. The janitor frees you both, to your blushes and Duncan’s awkward explanations, you see him just rolling his eyes and sweeping the floor as you lean into Duncan’s side and giggle.

He laughs in response, a loud sound you’ve never heard from him before and hope rises in your chest that this wasn’t just about sex. You leave him at the school gates where he tells you sternly to call him when you get home safe. You’re barely inside the doorway when your phone starts to ring and when you answer it you hear a familiar voice on the other end- gruff but somehow soft.

“I was thinking we could get ‘locked in’ my cabin this weekend, what do you say?”

“As long as you’re gentle with me Duncan” you reply, moving to the bath to soothe your aching muscles.

“I can’t promise that.” he replies, as you sink down into the hot water you shiver with anticipation for all that’s to come.

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[bonsaiiiiiii]

FabFiveFeb 2020 - Virgil

Prompt 1, 2, 3, 4 - Hard, Yesterday, "I'm trying!" and Shimmer

THIS FIC IS DIVIDED IN 2 PARTS. PART 2 IS BEING POSTED JUST AFTER THIS. TUMBLR WON'T LET ME POST THE ENTIRE FIC

(I took this part from my original story, Dust, which should be published in a few weeks more or less {too busy with exams}. rereading this chapter I thought it would be a fabulous fic to display, also because it has many of the prompts inside. I know, major spoiler for when the fic will be out, but this chapter will be out so far in time that you will forget about it! [Lol I hope] I hope you like it! Prompts given by the amazing @gumnut-logic ♡)

"Where am I?" and "Who am I?" are the two questions that have been ringing most frequently in my head since I arrived here. Here, though, where? Where exactly is 'Here'?

I don’t know how I got here, and the weirdest thing is, I don’t even remember my name anymore. The man who took me always refers to me as Alice.

Alice. What a beautiful name! But I don’t remember it being mine..

Of course, the man never told me his name; he keeps telling me that I would have remembered it and that I would have recognized him if my memory had gone back, if it ever happened. For some strange reason, he was pretty sure I’d never get my memory back.

So all I did was spend eight months in this dark cell, trying to remember every detail of my life.

Yeah, I’ve been here eight months. The only thing that’s changed with my body is a concussion to my head, a scar on my forehead, and my belly was growing out of all proportion every month that went by; yeah, I’m pregnant with a baby, but I have no idea what sex it has and if it's still okay. The man who kidnapped me refuses to let me do a medical check-up.

The only thing I know for sure is that the man told me that I was already 1 month pregnant before he kidnapped me and carried me into the bowels of the earth.

If I think about it, it makes sense. It’s true that I woke up in the cell, but I don’t remember being passed out that long. I don’t know how I know this, but I’ve been unconscious, alas asleep, for a short period of time, like the time of a surgery.

The man doesn’t seem to want to hurt me, or at least that’s what I think. I’ve been stuck here for 8 months and I’ve only seen him twice. The first time was when I arrived here; I remember just waking up, remembering nothing of my past in the cell. I remember looking up and seeing him right in front of my eyes. We just looked at each other, also because I was very confused and he didn’t speak, his mouth was reduced to a very thin line. If I had the gift to go back in time, I would have cried.

The second time he came down was five months later, after me complaining all the time.

He came down to my cell, simply explaining the reason for my kidnapping: he practically locked me here because he simply wanted to take me away from the family I was with, as a sign of revenge against them.

When I asked him why he was so mad at them, he turned around and just said, "They took something of mine."

I said outraged, "So if they took something of yours, you have to do something as bad as kidnapping a pregnant woman? Can’t you get over it? I’m sure this family isn’t even looking for me!"

Only when my anger vanished I realized that I told him that I was pregnant. I shut my mouth with a hand in horror.

To my answer he smiled at me, but it seemed more like a melancholy smile rather than the evil one he wanted to let out.

"Believe me, they’re looking for you. And I won’t let them find you."

With that phrase, he went up those stone stairs that I’ve been seeing for eight months, blocking my cell again. He hasn’t been around since.

So now I just lay on the little bed in my cell, holding my belly and stroking it with my hands, with the comfort of the silence and the ticking of a clock in the distance, which marked 13 o'clock in the afternoon. Lunch time, Yee.

Ever since I told the man I was pregnant, he’s had a bed brought down, and he brings me more food than he gave me before. I’m almost treated like a queen, and it’s a little ironic considering the situation I’m in right now. Even if I’m treated like this, he insists on not letting me out, not even for trivial things like taking a bath. I mean, Ugh! I’ve been washing myself with sink water for 8 months straight, do me a favor! But for some reason, I never had the courage to ask him.

But, as I was saying before, he brings me more and more food as time goes on. He also brings a lot of water to drink. Maybe he doesn’t want me to starve to death or die from malaria? Maybe he needs me alive, or at least he needs me just until the baby’s born. Will he kill me when the baby is born? Or..

As if it had intercepted my thoughts, the little one began to kick into my belly.

"Hey, calm down, baby, I swear I won’t think about that anymore. As long as I’m here, no one will hurt you, I promise."

But the little guy wasn’t of my idea, maybe he doesn’t have the calm genes in his DNA.

It was when I heard contractions that I opened my eyes wide.

"No, hey, listen, you can’t be born now. Please, wait. Wait till Mom gets out of here, which I hope is soon."

I started breathing small and fast because of the pain, puffing like a locomotive.

Then I was filled with fear. The primitive fear that they would take my baby away from me, or that they would kill me, so that he would be left without parents. The little guy never met his father, he never had the pleasure of feeling the caress of a different hand from me and the warmth that that hand conveyed, and the words of comfort of his father. I may have known him, but I can’t remember him anymore; if I’m killed, he’ll be alone. It didn’t even occur to me that they could kill my baby. If that had happened, I don’t know what I would have done.

At that moment I heard the sound of the blinded door above opening, making a female figure appear from the darkness wrapped in a sort of purple armor. I remember her. She was one of the people I met with the man who kidnapped me and another man, maybe her brother.

I don’t know much about her, only that she calls herself Havoc, and that her brother is called Fuse; they both always turn to the kidnapping man with the term Boss, so they work for him.

Since I was kidnapped they have been charged with bringing me food and drink, more often after the 5th°month. And in fact, she had come down with a chicken sandwich in her hand and a bottle of water, but she suddenly widened her eyes when she saw the puddle of amniotic fluid that had formed on the ground.

Shit, my water just broke! No, baby, I told you to wait! Not now!

Havoc gave me a look that I could clearly not decipher, something halfway between the concerned and the softened. Strange, it was the first time I saw her so...vulnerable.

After a second she went out, coming back upstairs. A second later she came back with the man.

"So, you’re going to give birth, huh? Congratulations!"

I was shaking from the pain, the breath coming out of my lungs, leaving me breathless. "Please." I sincerely watched him whispering, ".. Please don’t take him away from me. Don’t kill him. I’ll do whatever you want."

"This is very interesting. I could get you to do a lot of things, but of all the bad things I do, I’m actually very loyal to the family, so you can go."

I widened my eyes. "What..?" then I thought about it. If he wants me to leave so easily..

Like he was reading my mind, he just looked at me.

"Now I’m sure no one’s looking for you anymore, you can leave, and they won’t even know if you died anywhere. Well, they don’t know that on principle. I’m gonna leave your cell bars wide open, and I’m gonna open the blinded door upstairs, so you can leave whenever you feel more comfortable to do so. Remember that I can always find you anytime if I want to."

And with those words he made a gesture with his hand to call out Havoc and went out with her. Like he said, he left the bars and the blinded door wide open.

I was about to get up, when he turned to the first step, stopping on the stairs.

"Ah, I forgot. Try to wear something heavy, it’s snowing outside."

I looked at my clothes. I was wearing the same skinny jeans and long-sleeved T-shirt I was wearing since the first time in this cell.

He also looked at my outfit, and then threw me a long-sleeved dress and a wool sweater. Then he disappeared upstairs again. I didn’t waste any time and tried to get dressed, barely putting on the dress. Fortunately the sweater was very wide and, even with my belly, it reached my knees. That was very easy to put on.

As I was slowly climbing the large stone stairs leading to the armored door, I did some calculations in my mind. I distinctly remember that when I was kidnapped eight months ago, the man wished me a Merry Christmas, so it was December when I was taken away from the world. If 8 months have passed now, we should be in the middle of August, if not towards the end. So why is it snowing? Has it been much longer than I’ve counted?

I finally got to the big door that I could only see from my cell until recently, wide open to a big hallway. The pain of labor made my head spin uncontrollably, but I tried to bear it as I headed into a very long hallway.

I also managed to pass the very long corridor, finding myself in front of a little door like those that are at the entrance of every house. Considering that the door was wet to the touch, and being able to feel the cold permeating from outside, I felt that was the famous exit door that I had been dreaming about for 8 months. I shrugged myself, taking courage, and opened the door to the outside world.

I managed to get out, and I have to admit it’s too comforting to breathe the air from the outside, even though it's too cold. The man was right, it had just finished snowing, the inch of snow that had formed a white curtain on the ground was still fresh.

I could look around, as much as the pain would allow me, and I realized I was in the middle of a little city. I could hear the chatter of people passing by me, the sound of the horns of the various cars passing on the street, the lights of the signs near me flashing; the wind, which made my blonde hair dance slightly, I could feel it on my face, it almost tickled me. For a moment I forgot the pain I felt in that moment, watching everything around me.

I looked at the store signs, written in a language I couldn’t quite understand, and a billboard, alone between the little stores. The poster drew my attention: it represented 5 figures, 5 guys, all in a blue suit.

"Thunderbirds...meet and greet here in Iceland on August 30th." Fortunately this poster was written in English. So I am in Iceland.

Strangely enough, even that name, those Thunderbirds, they rang a bell inside my head, causing a distant memory, a voice, inside my head. A voice that whispered 'I love you'...

Suddenly the pain that I forgot came back to bother me and take my breath away. I tried to stop a few people for help, to get them to take me to a hospital, but none of the people I stopped could understand English, not even I could understand their language.

So I walked alone to some building that could even remotely represent a hospital or a medical practice, but I involuntarily left the city, finding myself on a desolate path, lined only by a road.

The pain was too intense, so I retreated behind a bush, kneeling.

And giving birth in the snow.

[emospritelet]

I loved KOL.... is there a chance we can get kol Zelenas reaction to belle and Stirling getting together?

Ask and you shall receive.  One chapter of post-coital cuteness, Moe being a dick and Zelena finding out Gold and Belle banged.

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Gold felt as though he was having a strange and wonderful dream.  Belle was kissing him, her fingers in his hair and her soft mouth on his.  Their bodies were pressed together, hot and sticky with perspiration, her scent all over him. They had been in bed for hours, exploring, learning, and it had already been the most incredible night of his life.  There was a voice at the back of his mind telling him that he was going to be fit for nothing in the morning, but he couldn’t have cared less.

Belle let their lips part, her head dropping back onto the pillows with a contented, sleepy look in her eyes, and he couldn’t help grinning down at her. Her fingers were still stroking his hair, strands winding around them, delicate touches making him shudder deliciously.  A growl from her belly made her eyes widen, and they both chuckled.  Gold kissed her gently.

“Are you hungry?” he murmured, and Belle grinned.

“Starving.”

“I could cook that dinner, you know.”  He kissed her again.  “It’ll only take half an hour.”

“Will that mean getting up?” she asked suspiciously.

“I fear so.”

“That sounds terrible…”

He grinned, and she lifted her head to kiss him, making a contented sound as he deepened the kiss.  Belle pulled her mouth from his, suddenly wide-eyed.

“Shit, what time is it?”

“I don’t know.”  He rolled to the side, tilting his head to eye the clock on the nightstand.  “It’s gone eleven.  No wonder we’re hungry.”

“No, it’s not that - I told my dad I’d be home by now, that’s all.”

“Oh.”  He tried for a neutral expression.  “Well, you shouldn’t walk back at this hour.  I could take you home, if you like.”

She blinked.

“Do you want me to go?”

“Of course not, but—”

“Good, then I’m staying.  Just let me make a call.”

He slipped off her, and she wriggled out of the bed, scrabbling in her bag for her phone before getting back under the covers.  Gold slipped out, reaching for his robe and tugging it on.

“Hey, Dad.”  Belle was running a hand through her curls in an attempt to tame them.  “Yeah, the snow’s really coming down.  I’m not gonna try and walk back in this.  I’ll see you tomorrow.”

Gold raised an eyebrow as there was an increase in volume from the other end of the line, although he couldn’t work out what was being said.  Belle rolled her eyes.

“Dad, I’m an adult, okay?  My private life is my own affair, I don’t ask you about yours.”  A pause.  “Well, whose fault is that?  Maybe if you spent less time slobbing in front of the TV drinking beer you could have.”

There was more agitated noise from the phone, and Belle frowned.

“What does it matter how old he is?” she asked sharply.  “We were very good friends anyway, he respects me and we care about each other a lot.  The fact that he’s older than me has no bearing on this relationship.”

There was more distorted bluster from the phone, and Belle sighed heavily.

“I’m sure you can manage to fry some bloody eggs and bacon!” she snapped.  “You coped when I was out of town, right?  I’ll see you tomorrow.”

She hung up, shaking her head, and sent Gold a weary smile.

“So, that’s out, then,” she said dryly.  “He’s not happy, but given that it’s none of his business, I don’t really care.”

“Nor do I.”

Inwardly he was shouting for joy.  He and Belle were in a relationship.  She had confirmed it, and had told her father so.  They were an item, not just sleeping together.  For a brief, wild moment he wondered if it was too early to ask her to move in.  Belle grinned at him, settling herself beneath the covers.

“So,” she said.  “Now that my father is aware that I’m being thoroughly debauched over here, what do you say we satisfy our other needs for a little while?”

“Again?” he said, running a hand through his hair.  “I - I might need twenty minutes or so.”

Belle sighed, giving him a very patient look.

“Food, Stirling,” she said gently.  “Feed me, I’m hungry.”

“Oh.  Right.”

She wriggled a little in the bed, a wicked grin stealing over her face.

“Besides,” she said.  “You need to keep your energy levels up for the rest of the night.”

x

Forty minutes later they were seated at the table, Belle in a spare bathrobe and he in his own, tucking into the dinner he had prepared.  She had already praised the flavour of the potatoes and the tenderness of the steak, and while he was aware that he was going to have to stop grinning like an idiot at some point, it was proving difficult.  Belle popped another piece of steak into her mouth, setting down her fork and taking a sip of wine.

“This is really delicious,” she said again.  “And absolutely perfect as a midnight feast.”

He smiled at that.

“It’s a pleasure to have someone to cook for,” he said.

“Maybe we could invite Ruby and Dorothy over one night for a double date,” she suggested, and he nodded.

“That sounds nice.  I’ve only really had Jefferson over for dinner.”

“I like Jefferson.”  She took another drink.  “I think he has a good heart.”

“He certainly does.”

“You think he’ll ever date someone?”

Gold shrugged.

“He says if Grace ever mentions wanting another parent he’d be happy to, but he’s concentrating on being a dad for now,” he said.  “But there again he’s a dreadful flirt and disgustingly handsome, so I suspect the moment he decides he’s interested, he’ll have no problem in getting a date.  Unlike me.”

“I think you’re disgustingly handsome,” she said.  “And you’re also a dreadful flirt.  Though in a different way.”

“In that I’m dreadful at flirting?”  Gold chuckled.  “Yes, I’m afraid I am.”

She grinned at him, raising a glass.

“We got there in the end,” she said, her eyes sparkling, and he felt his heart swell.

“We did indeed.”

There was silence for a moment.  Gold took another bite of steak, and a forkful of creamy potatoes.  Belle reached for her wine again.

“Who was Grace’s mother?”

“Ah.”  Gold sighed heavily.  “As I understand it, she died when Grace was a baby.  Cancer.”

“That’s so sad.”

“Yes.”  He took a drink of wine.  “Life can be short and brutal.”

“Best to make the most of it, then.”

“A sentiment I can get behind.”

They shared a smile, and Belle turned back to her meal, cutting up the last of her steak.

“I hear the calendar’s been a roaring success,” she said.  “Alice said they’ve been selling like hot cakes.  Had to be reprinted, apparently.”

Gold grumbled under his breath.

“Yes, Jefferson took great delight in telling me.”

“Dr December’s lovely arse is being viewed all over the country,” she said, looking amused, and he rolled his eyes.

“Don’t remind me.”

“But I get to see it whenever I like,” she added.  “Good thing too, it’s far too pretty to cover up for eleven months out of twelve.”

“I seem to recall Miss May has a rather lovely arse of her own,” he remarked.

“You should probably check, just to make sure,” she said gravely, and he smirked.

“Oh, I intend to.”

Belle bit back a grin, and there was silence for a moment as they ate.

“I plan to go to the library tomorrow,” she said then, eyeing him, and Gold tried to cover his smile by taking a sip of wine.

“Really?  I thought that was all closed up.”

“Funny thing,” she said.  “Someone encouraged the Mayor to let me reopen the library and give me a job as librarian as part of my Secret Santa gift.  Remarkably generous.  You wouldn’t happen to know anything about that?”

His grin widened.

“Well, if I admitted to that, it wouldn’t be a secret any longer, would it?”

She put down her knife and fork, reaching for his hand and squeezing, her eyes gleaming as she smiled at him, and he felt his heart thump in his chest.

“Thank you,” she whispered.  “Thank you so much.”

“You should thank Mayor Mills,” he said.  “It’s she that has the power to make such appointments.”

“Oh, I’m sure it was all her idea,” she said dryly.  “I thanked her when I accepted the offer.  And as soon as you’re done with dinner, I’m gonna take you back upstairs and show you exactly how grateful I am.”

She sat back, releasing his hand and grinning widely, and Gold grinned back. Yes.  It was far too early to ask her to move in, but he knew with absolute certainty that he wanted to.  She was perfect.  She was the one.

X

Gold could feel the smile on his face even before he opened his eyes.  His body ached pleasantly, his limbs heavy and tired.  It was morning; the light was pressing against his eyelids, making him want to squint.  Reaching to the side, his hand slid across cool sheets, searching for Belle.

“The snow was really heavy.”

Her voice made him open one eye a crack.  Belle was standing at the bay window of the bedroom, peering out.  She was completely naked, her back to him, and he ran his eyes over her curves, his grin widening.

“You’ll freeze to death,” he said, and Belle glanced over her shoulder, dark curls tangled and messy.

“I just wanted to see,” she said.  “Looks like we might have to dig our way out.  Beautiful day, though.”

“Come back to bed.”

She grinned, letting the curtain swing shut again, and hurried over to the bed, her breasts bouncing pleasantly.  He held open the covers for her to burrow beneath, hissing as she snuggled up next to him, her skin cold from the air.

“You’re lovely and warm,” she said, her voice muffled a little by his chest, and he wrapped his arms around her.

“You’re freezing,” he said sternly.  “And as delightful a sight as that was, I’d prefer not to have to nurse you through a bout of the flu again.”

Belle murmured agreement, kissing his chest.

“In that case we should stay in bed,” she said, and yawned.  “Far too dangerous to get up, I’d say.”

“Agreed.”

He dipped his head beneath the covers, mouth seeking hers, and Belle kissed him hungrily, pushing him onto his back as her hands began to trail over his body.  It was a perfect way to wake up.

x

Belle opened the front door of her father’s house, ears pricked for any signs of life.  The sound of the TV could be heard as she stepped inside, and she closed the door quietly, hoping to be able to sneak past and up the stairs.

“Belle!”

Dammit!  She chewed her lip, tugging off her boots and hearing the thump of Moe’s feet as he approached.  He wrenched open the lounge door, striding into the hallway in a stained T-shirt and baggy sweatpants, unshaven, bleary-eyed and stinking of stale beer.

“What time do you call this?” he demanded.

“Twelve oh-five,” she said airily, straightening up.

“I was up half the night worrying!”

“Well, I’ve no idea why,” she said.  “I told you where I was, and that I’d be home this morning.  And so I am.”

She shrugged off her coat, hanging it on the hook and tugging off her coat and scarf.

“So,” he said ominously.  “So.”

“So what?” she asked, turning on her toes.  Moe scowled.

“Don’t you take that tone with me!”

“What tone?” she demanded.  “What are you trying to say?”

“You were out all night!”

“Yeah, and I checked in, told you where I was gonna be, and came home when I said!” she snapped.  “I’m not a teenager, I’m an adult!”

She stalked past him into the kitchen, reaching for the kettle to fill it with water.

“So, you’re seeing this doctor bloke, is that it?”

“Yes,” she said, trying for a calmer tone.  “We’re together, we’re serious - very serious, actually - and I’m very happy.”

She turned to the cupboard to get out cups, noting with a frown that he hadn’t cleaned up after himself; an empty pizza box sat on the worktop and dirty breakfast dishes were piled in the sink.  She’d lost count of the times she’d asked him not to do that.

“What can you two possibly have in common?” he asked.

“Lots, actually,” she said stiffly.  “We like books, and talking about current issues, and music, and food.  We’re very good friends, and he’s a good man.”

“He’s too old for you.”

“I think that’s for me to decide.”

“And he’s got a limp.”

“What does that have to do with anything?” she snapped.

“I just meant you could probably meet someone who’s more - mobile.”

“I don’t care that he has a limp,” she said impatiently, taking out the tea and slamming the cupboard door.  “Look, I’ll invite him over one night, you can meet him.”

“So it’s serious, then?”

“Yes,” she said patiently.  “It’s serious.  Very serious.  We love each other.”

“Oh, how can you possibly know that?” he sneered.  “You’ve only been on one date!”

“But we’ve been friends for ages!” she insisted.  “Besides, you told me you and Mum knew on the first date.”

“That was different.”

“It always is, isn’t it?” she said tartly.  “Anyway, it doesn’t matter whether you believe me or not.  We’re serious.”

“Well, if you think I’m gonna sit around and watch you two canoodling on the couch every night, you can forget it!”

“You won’t have to,” said Belle, opening the fridge to take out the milk.  “I’m moving out.  No canoodling exposure required.”

“You’re moving out?”

“Yep.”

She turned to face him, folding her arms and raising her chin.  He was silent for a moment, swaying a little where he stood.

“I don’t want you to go,” he said, almost plaintively, and Belle felt herself soften a little.

“I’ll come over and visit,” she said.  “It’s not like you’re not gonna see me, it’s just that I’ll have my own place.”

“You mean you’re moving in with him?”

“No,” said Belle patiently.  “I mean I’m moving into the apartment above the library.  I have a new job, remember?”

“You didn’t tell me you’d be moving out,” he said sulkily.

“Yeah, well, you’d only just come out of hospital,” she said.  “I wasn’t sure how long it was gonna be before I could leave you on your own.”

“Well, what makes you think you can?” he asked.  “I need your help!”

“No, you don’t,” she said impatiently.  “You’re quite capable of cooking and cleaning up after yourself, you just prefer me to do it.  I thought I might be able to help you with your diet and exercise, but you don’t listen to me anyway. You just do whatever you’ve always done, and I don’t have the energy to fight with you.”

“That’s not true!”

“You know it’s true, Dad,” she sighed.  “What did you have for breakfast this morning?”

There was a pause.  “Bacon and eggs.”

“And how many drinks did you have last night?”

“Beer or whisky?”

Belle sighed again.  “See?” she said.  “I can’t make you look after yourself, so what’s the point?  It’s just stressing both of us out.”

“But I need help around the house!”

“Get a cleaner.”

“I can’t afford that!”

“You can if you stop bloody drinking,” she said.  “Just a few hours a week, that’s all.  The more you look after yourself, the quicker you’ll be back at work, the sooner you can earn money again.  I can help out a little until then.”

“Got it all worked out, don’t you?” he said sourly, and Belle turned back to the counter to make the tea.

“Yes,” she said.  “For the first time in years I feel like I actually know what I’m doing.”

x

Belle had been out of his house since the previous morning, but Gold found that he couldn’t stop smiling.  The two of them had spent most of the morning in bed before showering together, and then ate a late breakfast of smoked salmon and scrambled eggs before she left to go home.  Belle had said that she was going to spend the next couple of days cleaning the library and sorting the book collection, and had asked him to meet her there after his shift the next day.  It was hard to say goodbye to her, but the feeling of euphoria she had left behind took a long time to dissipate.

He was still feeling on top of the world when he went to the hospital the next morning, but he tried to keep it inside, distracting himself with the work of a busy shift, filled with minor injuries, breaks and sprains, and a suspected case of pneumonia.  By the time he managed to take a break for lunch he was tired, and lined up next to Dorothy in the cafeteria, hungry enough to brave the sausage casserole.  Dorothy accepted her own plate of mac and cheese, which made his nose wrinkle.

“So,” she said, glancing across at him as she set her plate on her tray.  “I’ve been dying to ask you all morning - how was the date?”

“It was - good,” he said, and they shifted down the line.

“Just good?”

“It was really good, then.”

Dorothy eyed him, lips pursed and a look of suspicious appraisal on her face.

“Please tell me you didn’t screw it up.”

“How would I screw it up?” he protested, and she shrugged, reaching for an apple and a pot of yogurt.

“I dunno - telling her she didn’t look too hideous when she was actually stunning?”

“That was one time,” he sighed.  “And I told you that in confidence.”

“I’m not announcing it to the cafeteria, am I?” she said.  “Come on, tell me you gave her a compliment.”

“Of course I did, she looked very lovely.”

“And?” she pressed, turning her hand over and over to encourage him to expand.

“And we had a very pleasant time.”

Dorothy sighed.

“Okay, so tell me you’re going out again.”

“We have another date planned,” he confirmed, and she looked satisfied.

“Well, that’s progress, I guess.  Good.”

“She suggested that we have a dinner date with you and Miss Lucas,” he added.  Dorothy frowned.

“Wait, did you guys find you had nothing to talk about?”

“No, not at all.”

“So why does she want to include another pair on this date?  Were you nice to her?  Please tell me you were nice.”

“Of course I was nice!” he said impatiently.

“You didn’t start telling her about some disgusting medical complaint you took care of one time because you couldn’t think of anything else to say?”

“No!” he snapped.  “How much of an idiot do you think I am?”

Dorothy made a non-committal sound at the back of her throat.

“Okay, well in that case, we’d be delighted,” she said.  “You’re a good cook, right?”

“So Belle says,” he confirmed, a little smugly.

“Satisfaction of the culinary variety is always good,” she said, and winked. “You know, if you like, I’m willing to provide you with some guidance on proving satisfaction of the other variety.”

“I don’t need any guidance, thank you.”

“You sure?” she asked, grinning.  “If you want to know how to please a woman, ask a lesbian.  I can totally help you out.  Guaranteed orgasms.”

“I think not,” he said dryly.

“Belle will thank you for it, trust me.”

“For your information, we already had sex,” he said, and reached past her to grab a banana.  Dorothy let out a squawk.

“What?  Since when?”

“Since our first date,” he said, trying to make his own grin a little less smug.  “I assure you there were plenty of orgasms.”

“Why am I only hearing about this now?”

“Well, I expect because it’s none of your business.”

“Are you kidding me?” she squeaked indignantly, slapping his arm.  “You and Belle had sex and you didn’t tell me?”

A crash from behind made them jump, and a ripple of applause followed it.  Gold turned on his heel, to see Zelena glaring at them, chest heaving and nostrils flaring, a dropped tray with a broken plate and the splattered remains of spaghetti bolognese on the floor at her feet.  Dorothy put her arm around Gold’s waist, smirking.

“That’s right,” she said loudly.  “Dr Gold and his lovely new girlfriend had all the sex!  Isn’t that right, Goldie?”

“Don’t ever call me that again,” he said flatly.  “But yes.”

There was a chorus of cheers from the nurses at the tables, which made his cheeks heat.  Zelena looked as though she was about to explode, but rather than shouting, she marched swiftly from the room, arms swinging by her sides as though she wanted to punch someone.  Gold hoped that she wouldn’t come across Belle in the next hour or two.  He turned back to his tray, still blushing, and Dorothy was cackling by his side.

“That should get her off your back for awhile,” she said.

“God, I hope so,” he muttered.  “Subtlety seems to be lost on her.”

He helped himself to a piece of cake, figuring he deserved the calories, and Dorothy nudged him.

“Man, I thought you two would never do it,” she said, looking delighted.  “This calls for a celebration.  Drinks after work?”

“I can’t,” he said, a satisfied grin on his face.  “I’m meeting Belle at the library.”

“Careful, you’ll tire yourself out.”

“I said we’re meeting at the library,” he said patiently.  “It’s a date.  It doesn’t mean we’re getting hot and heavy in amongst the books.”

“You say that now…”

Gold sighed, amused.

“You’re enjoying this, aren’t you?”

“Probably not as much as you, but yes.”  She grinned at him.  “I expect an invite to the wedding.”

“Getting a little ahead of ourselves, aren’t we?”

“Yeah, right, like you haven’t thought about it.”

“Okay, shut up,” he muttered, and she cackled.