#and my answer to that is just that i was asked to make a list and this is how the chips fell đ
Little Lamb
ê cw: public (no one is around though), one mention of kidnapping
ê tags: sub fem!reader, dom!scar, creampie, rough sex, oral m!receiving, minor spoilers for roverâs 1st encounter with scar, mostly proofread
ê nsfw under the cut
ê m!list here
Scar stalks circles around you as you stand there in the abandoned village that was decimated by a ritual done by its own people, âDonât you wonder whatever happened to the little lamb in my fable, love?â Your eyes track him as he moves around you, as if you were the prey to a very dangerous creature, âMaybe you should enlighten me.â He smirks down at you then moves behind you in one smooth motion, âGladlyâŠâ
His hands travel down your body slowly, sending tingles down your spine. His fingers trailing lightly over every curve, pausing only to linger on your breasts. He didnât squeeze them as you had expected but the lingering touch ignited something inside of you. Scarâs fingers trailed lightly over your pebbled nipples that poked through your top, making you let out the softest, breathy moan.
His smirk widens at your reaction and he bends down slightly to whisper huskily in your ear, âDid you like that, my sweet lamb?â You capture your bottom lip between your teeth, not trusting your voice to answer as you arch your back against his chest. Scar chuckles lowly, âThatâs what I thought.â
His hands continue down your body, resting at your hips when he suddenly pulls you flush against him. His hardened cock pushing against your ass as he whispers down in your ear once again, âSuch a helpless little thing⊠Whatever should I do with you?â The feeling of his cock against your ass practically has you reeling, âPleaseâŠâ Scar raises a brow and chuckles once more, âPlease what, little lamb?â You whimper at his response, hoping he would just read your mind and get on with it instead of relentlessly teasing you.
A resounding laugh falls from Scarâs lips and his grip tightens on your hips, âCome on, love, tell meâŠâ He grinds his throbbing, clothed cock against your ass, making you moan and your eyes flutter, âPlease⊠I need to feel you inside of me.â Oh, if you could only see the smirk on his face, you wouldâve crumbled within his grasp even more than you had already done, âAnything for youâŠâ
With that, his hands were tugging down your skin-tight pants. Maybe a part of you was silently thanking the fact that no one else was around, but truthfully, your thoughts were a muddled mess. You are held against him, in just the cutest red panties Scar had ever seen. His fingertips trace the edges with a feather-light touch, his hot breath fanning over your ear, âDid you wear these in anticipation of meeting me? How cute~â
You wanted to shake your head and deny his claims, but that wouldâve been a lie. Youâd heard of him briefly through others from this strange new world, but you would swear it was just your subconscious preparing yourself for an encounter such as this. He laughs again, itâs a husky sound that drives deep within you, âYou canât even deny it~â
You shiver under his touch when he begins to slowly pull those panties down, already dripping in anticipation for his more intimate touch. Scar of course does not give you what you want as you expect it; his fingers slowly moving down and teasing your inner thighs, oh so close to where you were desperate for his touch, âIs there something more you want to ask from me?~â Scarâs voice is low and teasing as he speaks. All you want are his fingers on your clit and inside of you, pressing into your most sensitive spots, âI.. want your touch..â
Scar laughs, his eyes darkening, âCute⊠To think such a powerful being would fall so weak to little old me~â If you had been lucid enough to respond properly, you would have rolled your eyes and maybe even walked away, but it was as if you were under a spell⊠His spell⊠Maybe you wanted this. Maybe there was something about him that made you utterly weak to him. That had to be it, why else would you be here? As if youâd view him as an actual romantic interestâŠ
The calloused pad of Scarâs middle finger presses against your clit, making you weak at the knees as you suck in a sharp breath. One corner of his lips curve up, âJust trust me⊠Iâll make you feel pleasure youâve never experienced before.â Who were you to deny him?
His finger rubs in slow, sweet circles on your clit. Your back arches once more against him, your breathing heavy. Scar uses his other arm to hold your upper body close to his, his free hand gently squeezing your breasts.
He relishes they way your breasts squish and mold into his touch. His tongue darts out and licks the shell of your ear, sending a new round of hair-raising tingles throughout your body, âYour reactions are simply too delicious for me to stop⊠I should just take you away into one of my domains and lock you up so I can have these reactions all to myself⊠whenever I please.â
Before you can even try to get your thoughts straight to respond to him, Scarâs finger dips into your dripping entrance, immediately curling against your sweet spot. âS-scar..!â, you whine as your eyes threaten to roll back from pleasure. His breathy, low chuckle fans over your ear as he continues his motion, âOh how I love when you say my name~â
He removes his finger from your warm walls and forces you to face him. Your eyes take in his scarred face and mismatched eyes, making Scarâs lips turn up in a dangerous smile, âSee something you like?â If this had been any other interaction with him, you definitely wouldâve scoffed and spat back some witty retort. But this interaction wasnât normal. And maybe you were completely fine with that.
Rough fingers trace along your jaw, his thumb pausing on your bottom lip then presses down gently on it, âOpen up, little lamb. I want a tasteâŠâ The way he spoke was so low, twisting with an aura of danger and pleasure. You open your mouth only for him to make another demand, âTongue out.â
Once you stick your tongue out of your open mouth, Scar leans down and flicks his tongue against yours before sucking on the tip. Once he released your tongue, he straightens back up with a devilish smirk, âMmm.. so sweet, I could just swallow you whole~â
You stand there almost gawking at him, trying to comprehend what just happened. You had expected a kiss, not the strange sensation of his tongue licking against yours and the feeling of your tongue sucked between his pretty lips. You can definitely understand why people would follow him with his magnetizing aura. It made you tremble in both fear and excitement.
The sight of you pulls a husky laugh from his lips and he tilts his head slightly, his shaggy white and red hair following his motion, "That look in your eyes tells me I've got you right where I want you..." With that, he grabs your thigh and lifts your leg, making you more exposed than you already were. He wraps his other arm around your waist to support your now off-kiltered balance.
Scars lips almost graze yours when he speaks again, "Why don't you be a good girl for me and take out my cock, yes?" You blink, wide-eyed as you process the request, bringing back that devilish grin on his lips, "Go on... Unless you'd like to stay in this position til someone finds us here~"
You gulp at the thought and his voice lowers to a hushed teasing tone, "Unless that's what my little lamb would like?" That snaps you out of it and you make quick work of the zipper of his full-body suit. A stray thought crosses your mind that this would've been so much easier if he had been in a proper outfit with pants you could just tug down, but you would have to make do with this.
You didn't know how much time either of you had before some random adventurer wandered through this village. You fumble slightly as you reach in through the zipper and your fingers make contact with the soft, velvety skin of his cock that was throbbing to be pulled out.
Scar sucks in a sharp breath when your fingers wrap around his length and pull it out, the tip already oozing with pre cum. With your hand wrapped around his cock and the way he inhaled so sharply made you feel like you had some semblance of power over him, if only but for a moment. You rub your thumb across his slit, the pre cum wetting the pad of your finger.
Scar bites his bottom lip at the feeling and his grip on you tightens, "That's enough playing." Not allowing you to linger in your newfound sense of power, he pushes his hips forward, the tip of his cock rubbing against your clit and through your folds, "I"m going to fuck you so hard your pussy will only be able to take my cock, no one else's."
The motion and his words seep into you as you subconsciously let go of his throbbing length that twitches and bobs from its own weight. Scar clicks his tongue and your eyes find his mismatched ones yet again, "Gonna make me do all the work huh? Grab it and position it correctly while I'm still playing nice, yeah?"
You let out a choked whimper and wrap your fingers around his cock once more, lining it up with your dripping entrance. You let go once you feel the mushroom-like tip push into your awaiting gummy walls. With a breathy chuckle, Scar pushes in hard, sheathing his full length inside of you as you quickly wrap your arms around his neck for support, "What a good girl~"
Scar wasted no time as his hips begin to thrust up into you at a rough pace that you could barely handle. It was silly to even think that he would give you a moment to adjust to his thick length. He was a villain after all. You felt stuffed full beyond belief as his cock ruts into the deepest parts of you, hitting in all the right spots.
All you can do is hold onto him and babble his name between the lewdest sounding moans and whimpers. Scar's hair begins to stick to his forehead from sweat, his abs flexing with each thrust as he holds your leg up. The angle made his cock feel even bigger than it truly was and you were not about to complain.
His hot breath fans across your lips. You mouth falling open in a sweet moan. Scar takes this moment to capture your lips in his, his tongue twisting and moving against yours. His thrusts become shallow and remain deep, not due to an impending orgasm, but with the need to be as closely and wholly connected to you as humanly possible.
Your clothed breasts bounce and squish against his broad chest in time with his cock fucking into you. Scar's voice is raspy and breathless as he speaks, "Need to feel your pussy squeeze around my cock. Come on, little lamb, milk me for all I'm worth."
Everything was overwhelming your senses and his words drove you over the edge, "Ngh! Scar!" You cry out his name, letting it echo through the abandoned village as you cum hard on his cock. Your wet, tight walls squeeze impossibly tighter around his length, causing Scar to let out a deep, resounding groan from his throat. He was about to fucking lose it.
Everything about you made him wish he could have you all to himself with 24/7 access. Gods be damned if he couldnât make that reality. From the moment he saw you in this very clearing, trying to make sense of the tragedy that occurred in this poor village, he knew he would make you his. His cock throbs and pulsates within you, unintentionally pressing up against your sweet spot which made your eyes flutter shut.
Scar clicks his tongue once more, âEyes on me, sweetheart.â Your eyes gaze deep into his as he gives a particularly harsh thrust up into you. Your pretty eyes on him is his undoing as ropes of cum spill into you as a ragged groan falls from his lips.
The way heâs holding you so tight is sure to leave bruises, to which he hoped you would proudly flaunt. His cock twitches with the residuals of his orgasm, his cum already leaking out past his length that was still resting inside of you.
Gently, he releases your leg, but being back on both legs after such a brutal fuck had you literally weak in the knees. You would have collapsed if it weren't for his strong arms wrapping around your waist as he smirks down at you as if he wasn't just as affected by the occurrence, "See? You need me."
The weak whimper that claws up from your throat just boosts his ego even more. He pulls you against him as he looks down at you, almost nose to nose with you, "Follow me, little lamb, and you'll be granted everything you could ever wish for..."
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a/n: this is what i would like to think would've happened if we had been given a third option in our dialog with him while he tried to get us to look for cluesđ (i chose to fight him after looking at the first two clues, i couldnât resist lmao)
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Warnings:Â this fic will include dark content such as noncon/dubcon, age gap, power imbalance, low self esteem, and possible untagged elements. My warnings are not exhaustive, enter at your own risk.
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Summary: you meet a mysterious man on a night out with your sister. (petite!reader)
based on the winning option for this poll
Characters: casino owner!Bucky Barnes
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When Bucky leaves, you feel less than relief. Itâs easier to breathe without him around but your heart continues to race. You donât move until you see him drive away. You steel yourself with the manufactured lie before you go back inside.Â
As you do, youâre surprised to find Roxie beside your mom, both of them close to the front window. You sigh. Were they watching? You guess you can be thankful Bucky hadnât done more than talk.Â
Your mom faces you with a sheepish grin, âso... did you get it?âÂ
You look between her and your sister. Roxie has her phone in hand and an arch in her eyebrow, âIâd die for a boss like that.âÂ
âI...â you glance the screen before she can hide it. Oh. She had a picture of him pulled up on Google. So, they both know exactly who he is.Â
âHe must be really hands on if he came all the way down here to offer you a job,â Roxie tilts her head.Â
âThatâs the sign of a good boss,â your mom insists. Â
âReally, I think his eyes were the kicker. So blue.âÂ
âRox,â your mom nudges her. âA man like him, heâs got line ups, Iâm sure. Besides, sheâs too young for him.âÂ
âWell, Iâm older,â Roxie smirks, âmaybe she can get me a job too.âÂ
âEr, uh,â you wring your hands, âI should start dinner.âÂ
âYou didnât say if you go the job,â Roxie challenges.Â
âYeah,â you utter softly, âI got a job. Just cleaning.âÂ
âHey, itâs better than nothing,â you mom assures as she comes to you. She puts her hands on your shoulders, âIâm so proud of you.âÂ
âMom,â you try not to look pained as you return her smile, âitâs nothing. Really. A cleaner.âÂ
âWe all gotta start somewhere.âÂ
âYeah,â Roxie scoffs, âmost of us a lot sooner.âÂ
âOh, donât be such a downer,â your mom lets you go to spin on your sister, âdonât rain on her parade.âÂ
âWhatever. Iâd rather hand out flyers than clean toilets,â she rolls her eyes.Â
You purse your lips and shy away. You feel worse that they believe you so easily and why wouldnât they? No one would think that someone like you would merit such a preposterous offer from a man like Bucky. You still canât really believe it.Â
Maybe itâs just some twisted hallucination. You could wake up tomorrow and be just like you were before. You never thought you would long for that but now, being alone, being the loser, that feels safe. Being noticed, being someone, thatâs terrifying.Â
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You take your time making dinner, a brief escape from reality. The distraction keeps you busy enough that your chest stops thrumming, yet your nerves are still spastic. Youâre not very hungry once itâs done but you make yourself eat.Â
Roxie heads off for work shortly after you gather up the dirty dishes and your mom goes to change into her pajamas. She startles you as you scour the pan you used to bake the chicken. You splash yourself and hiss.Â
âSorry, hon, I was just coming to check on you,â she leans against the counter, âyouâre nervous, arenât you?âÂ
You shrug, to fraught to answer.Â
âYou get restless, I can tell. You do everything just to keep from fidgeting,â she says, âitâs going to be okay. Youâll be just fine and youâll see, itâll be nice to have your own money.âÂ
âI know, mom,â you murmur, turning your face down to the sink, âitâs not that I donât want to work, I just... I guess itâs the change that freaks me out.âÂ
âChange is good, even if itâs scary,â she says. âYouâll see.âÂ
âMm,â you hum and try not to shatter, âI just want to help out.âÂ
âHon, you worry about yourself. Please--âÂ
âNo, I owe you.âÂ
âOwe me? Iâm your mother. I just wish I could give you more,â she smiles and squeezes your arm. âIf youâre not some busy working girl, weâll celebrate on my day off.âÂ
âSure,â you accept grimly.Â
She leaves you and youâre silent as you finish up the dishes. You put them away and wipe the counters. When you finish, you shut off the lights. You say good night from the doorway and retreat into your room. Tomorrow. Thatâs all he said. Thatâs the only detail you go before he strolled off.Â
You grab your phone and fall back on your bed. All you want is to lose yourself in a fic or a discussion board or even just scrolling mindlessly. You canât. Itâs like heâs taking over everything. There it is, that little icon you rarely see, a new message. Â
You pull down the menu and stare at the preview. Two hours ago. Youâre surprised he didnât show up to check why you hadnât answered. Again. You will at least need to send something before the night is over.Â
âHey doll. Iâll send a car tomorrow morning at nine. Just bring yourself.âÂ
You shudder and stare at the blue bubble around the text. Oof. Nine? Thatâs early for you. You suppose itâs about time you break that bad habit.Â
âSorry. I was making dinner. Nine is good. Thank you.âÂ
You hit send and put your phone down. You slide your laptop across the bed and open it up. Youâll watch something. That old BBC drama you found on the free streaming service has been pretty interesting, but you think you only have one episode left. Thatâs good, you canât be up all night.Â
Your phone buzzes. Shoot. Alright. You can do this. You have to get to it. You swipe up your phone again, surprised to find itâs still shaking.
Oh no. Heâs calling!Â
You panic and nearly hit decline before you manage to drag your thumb the other way. You put the phone to your ear, unable to muster even a squeak. What do you say?Â
âHey, doll,â Buckyâs voice drawls from the speaker, âhope I didnât interrupt dinner.âÂ
âNo, er, weâre done.âÂ
âAh, and are you alone?âÂ
You frown, âyes?âÂ
âGood, good. Isnât that sweet of you, cooking dinner for your family. Thatâs what I like about you. You take care of those you love.âÂ
You gulp. You donât know what to say.Â
âWhat was for dinner?â He asks as you hear a soft rustle.Â
âUm, chicken and potatoes,â you answer bluntly. Itâs an easy question.Â
âYouâre not busy or something?â He wonders.Â
âUh uh,â you shake your head even though he canât see, âIâm just... in bed.âÂ
âEarly night, huh?â He asks.Â
âI guess, I was going to watch a show.âÂ
âRight, right,â he clicks his tongue as something taps followed by other indiscernible movements, âyou in your pajamas? Bet those are cute?âÂ
âNot... yet,â you croak.Â
âMmm,â he purrs, âI just got out of the shower.âÂ
âYou... did?âÂ
âGetting ready for tomorrow,â he explains, âgotta admit, Iâm a bit impatient. Youâll see that about me, doll. When I want something, itâs hard to wait.âÂ
âUh, oh...â you stutter out.Â
âFor you, I can,â he vows, âdoll, do me a favour.âÂ
âA favour?â You echo thinly.Â
âMmm, yeah, I want you to get in your pajamas and send me a picture. Just to tide me over,â he coaxes.Â
âA picture?â You open your eyes wide and gape at the wall.Â
âSure, just a taste. I wanna know what I should imagine next to me when I lay down.âÂ
âWhat?â You squeak, shocked by his insinuation. Imagining you?!Â
âI canât help myself. Itâs lonely here.âÂ
âI...â you pick at your lower lip, âone sec. I... I gotta...âÂ
You put the phone on the bed and push yourself off the mattress. You trip on your own feet and hope he canât hear you stumbling around. Your pajamas are kind of silly. You donât really have any sexy ones. Maybe if he sees them, heâll change his mind.Â
The only matching pair you have have snoopy on the top and a large check bottom on the pants. You fish them out and change. Itâs okay. He canât see you at that moment. Still, it feels like he is watching you. Just as his presence has lurked around you all day.Â
You go back to your phone and fumble around, âsorry, I... just... figuring out the camera.âÂ
You hear his timbre but canât make out his words from the small speaker. You open the camera app and flip the camera. You move around, trying to take the pic, and lean the phone on the top of your dress. You angle it and mutter to yourself as you struggle to set the timer.Â
You take several pictures before youâre not entirely discontent. You look awkward in all of them. The pants, like all your pants, are too long and gather around your feet. You donât know how to pose either. Quite frankly, you look frightened in every single one.Â
âAlright, I think...â you babble and find your way into the conversation and choose the least egregious frame. You hesitate and close your eyes as you push your thumb down on the arrow.Â
You bring the phone back to your ear, âare you still there?âÂ
âAlways, doll,â he assures and once more, the phone shifts around noisily. âMm, Snoopy? I like it. More of a Woodstock myself but... Mm mm mm, you look good.â He pauses as you wriggle and your cheeks burn hotly. âSexy.âÂ
âNo,â you burst out without thinking.Â
âNo? You donât think Iâm telling the truth?âÂ
âI didnât... say so, itâs... just pajamas,â you sniff, âsorry, I didnât mean to argue.âÂ
âDoll, relax. Thing about you, you donât even have to try.âÂ
You donât reply. You have no idea what to say or even if you should believe him. You saw the picture, you look in the mirror every day, you know what you are. It still feels like some weird game.Â
âHere, gimme a sec,â he says from his end.Â
More rustling and the noise of a digital shutter. Your phone vibes shortly and you pull it away from your cheek. You squint at the screen as it lights up and an image buffers in the conversation.Â
âHuh, uh, itâs not loading. My phone is--â you nearly swallow your tongue and gasp.Â
Oh gosh. Itâs a picture of him in almost nothing. Just a towel. His long hair is damp and pushed back and his dark beard contrasts his bright blue eyes as he aims the lens of his phone at himself in the mirror. His stomach is ridged with muscle, his chest trimmed with hair that trails down, and the towel hangs low, giving a generous hint of his pelvis. The vee above the fabric feels overly salacious.Â
âDoll?â You hear the low tone of his voice and make yourself look away. You raise the phone again to your ear. âEverything okay? You got really quiet.âÂ
âI...âÂ
âYou like what you see?â He asks coyly.Â
You put your hand to your forehead, your flesh is fiery. Itâs so much so fast. Just that morning, youâd convinced yourself you would never see or talk to him again. And now heâs sending you pictures like that and... flirting with you?Â
âYes,â you eke out then cover your mouth. He snickers and you clear your throat before you peel your hand away, âsorry, I mean... youâre... you... you must work out.âÂ
âDoll, youâre too adorable,â he says.Â
You donât say a word. Youâre mortified. He knew you saw that. He knows youâve seen him like that. He sent it!Â
Itâs all too much. Youâre lightheaded. You rub your chin and shiver.Â
âI should... sleep.âÂ
âMm, me too,â he says, âhopefully I dream of you.âÂ
You giggle nervously, âreally?âÂ
âSure, doll. All I can do is dream. Until tomorrow,â he sighs, âand what about you? You gonna dream about me?âÂ
You squeak and stammer, âI... I... I...âÂ
He laughs again, âyou really are so cute in those pajamas.âÂ
âPlease,â you blurt out, âdelete it.âÂ
âNow, why would I do that?â He challenges.Â
âI donât... know.âÂ
âI love it,â he insists, âyouâre not deleting mine, are you?âÂ
âN-no, no, Iâll keep it.âÂ
âHm, good,â he intones, âitâs all for you so donât you go showing me off to all your friends.âÂ
Itâs your turn to laugh. âPromise, I wonât.â If only he knew you donât have any friends to show.Â
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Can you please make something like y/n losing her virginity to Gojo and when she wakes up she misunderstood that Gojo just wanted to have one night stand and as he never make contact with any of his one night stand, so y/n left writing some notes for him. But Gojo genuinely loved her and then he searched for her finding y/n passed out somewhere or finding her getting attacked by some cursed spirit.
I want to read this so much.đ
Please make it happen. đ„č
Satoru x Fem;Reader
Scenario: Listed in request
Warnings: Smut, cussing
Word count: 903 words
Side notes: I am so sorry for how late I was to do this request, I got logged out of my account for like a month :( I hope this somewhat fits what you had in mind and if not IM SORRY. Enjoy my loves, if you have any request or ideas please submit them because I love doing themâ€ïž
You would have laughed if someone told you that you would lose your virginity to THE Satoru Gojo, the king of 'no feelings'- but here you were straddling Satoru's naked figure as he eased his hardened cock inside you. "Doing so good sweets" you hear him mutter under his breath, his hand moving up to grip the back of your neck.
You couldn't help but moan at the feeling of him. The second he had completely filled you to the brim, your back arched and a small whine escaped your parted lips. "Look at you taking me so well baby" he mumbles, forcing you to look down at the sight of him disappearing into your pussy.
"Feels so good" you babble, your head lulling onto his shoulder, earning you a quiet chuckle from Satoru.
"Yeah?" he teases, peppering small kisses onto your head. You nod, moving your hips in small circles, causing Satoru to let out a hoarse groan.
This was a horrible idea. You shouldn't be in this situation with Satoru, but you certainly weren't putting an end to it now. Tomorrow seemed so far away as you heard the lewd sound of skin hitting skin caused by Satoru bouncing you on him, hitting your cervix each time.
"Aww look at your little belly bulge" He cooed, moving his hand from your hip and pressing it against your belly, causing you to whine out in pleasure, to cock drunk to form proper words.
Tomorrow is an eternity away.
You woke up to the sound of running water and your sleepy eyes immediately widened in panic. Fuck, tomorrow was here, and the anxiety hit you like a train.
Gojo was never one to keep his hookups around long. You had heard stories of him sending the girls off in taxis, never bothering to text them afterward and the realization hit you. You were about to be one of those girls, you had given your virginity to a man who was going to send you off in a fucking taxi.
You quickly sit up in the bed, sliding out of it and scavenging for your clothes, and putting them on. You then grab a sticky note and pen from his desk located in the corner of the room and right a quick 'Last night was great, thank you' quickly signing off with a little heart. You were going to rip the band-aid off and leave without being asked, a weak attempt to save your dignity. You snatch your purse from the nightstand and hurry out the front door.
You were exhausted to say the least, you and Satoru had been up all night and the lack of sleep was starting to hit you as you sat on a bench in a park, eyes drooping closed. It was a busy park, children played as their parents conversed, you didn't see any problem in one quick little nap.
Satoru was surprised and even a little butt hurt when he opened the bathroom door to find an empty bed. He knew what people said about him and some of the rumors did have some truth behind them, but you weren't a one-night stand. Satoru adored you, fuck Satoru loved you. He loved your voice, your face, everything. He wasted no time throwing on a coat and rushing out the door, throwing the note he had left him onto the coffee table on the way out.
"Y/n, answer the phone please", He pleads, sending yet another voicemail to your phone. Suddenly the thought hit him, you had mentioned how you loved the park so much ever since you were a little girl. He didn't know for sure if he'd be there, but he was growing desperate, so he eagerly made his way towards the playground.
When he arrived, Satoru instantly furrowed his eyebrows at the sigh of the familiar cost you always wear, hood up, sitting on a bench. 'What the hell' he muttered to himself, quickening his pace towards him. He frowned even more when he saw how red his nose and cheeks were.
"y/n" he says softly, shaking you slightly. "Time to wake up baby," he adds, patting your cold cheek gently.
Your eyes flutter open, squinting in confusion at the sight of the blue-eyed man in front of you.
"Satoru?" you mumble, sitting up quickly. "I don't know what on earth you are thinking about sleeping on a bench y/n" He scolds, helping you stand properly. You were just about to explain yourself when he cuts you off again.
"You're going to catch a cold y/n" he sighed, pinching the bridge of his nose, clearly stressed by the situation.
"I didn't think you'd want me there when you woke up" you mumble, looking down at your feet while anxiously fidgeting with your fingers.
To your surprise, you felt his warm hands cup your cheeks and your face was lifted to where his eyes met yours.
"Oh sweets, I'd never want you to go away," he whispered, his brows knitted together in concern. "I'd have you with me all the time if I could."
You searched his eyes for something--anything to hint at some sort of regret, but what you found was complete and utter adoration for the girl standing in front of him, with her little red cheeks.
"Let me take you out on a proper date y/n-- please
-ËËâ--------------------------------
Thanks for reading babes â€ïž
The song lowkey doesn't go with the first part BAHAHA
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IS THAT WHAT YOU WANT?!â„ïž megumi f. x reader
áȘ in which meeting megumi fushiguro was a complete, but sweet, sweet chaos . . .
cw: angsty af, mentions of intimacy, use of alcohol if u squint
NOW PLAYING! đż cherry waves - deftones
<đ.đ„ Ę Ë
dear megumi:
sometimes i wish i could tear apart this heart of mine, thatâs apparently too big for my body. i wish i could just shut down everything you were and are for me. i wish i could turn off everything you light up in me. ever since the beginningâŠ
[ â„ïž ]
âso youâre fushiguro⊠yuuji talks a lot about you.â i looked at him, finally getting to meet my best friendâs best friend⊠wow. âjust call him megumi, yâall are basically indirect friends at this point.â yuuji laughed, which i followed, looking at the raven haired boy for his approval.
âcall me what you like.â megumi responded nonchalantly.
[ â„ïž ]
iâve been wondering nonstop what the fuck i did wrong. did i not deserve you? wasnât i good enough? all those times i dropped everything just to run after you, all those times i promised you the whole world⊠werenât they enough? werenât you tired? of having me chase you around all day? did it bore you? having someone care so deeply about you, but not feeling the same about them?
i donât think you can even imagine how it feels⊠cause, fuck.. has anyone ever said ânoâ to you? have you ever wanted to pursue something that doesn't want you until it suffocates?
it hurts. it really fucking hurts.
[ â„ïž ]
âare you at the party yet?â megumi asked through his phone, reaching my ear. âyeaaahhhh, im kinda drunk to be honest hahaha⊠but itâs real fun in here! you should come⊠pleeeaaasee.â there were a few seconds of silence until megumi broke it, shoting straight to my heart in the process.
âi donât know how the fuck iâll get there⊠but i will get there.â he hung up, leaving me excitedly waiting for him as i told all of our friends he was attending.
[ â„ïž ]
that one night you kissed me, did i mean anything to you? cause at that very moment, to me, you were the whole world. my whole world. that one night i ended up tangled in your sheets. was i just another one on the list? cause to me, it was the very first time i felt cared about. you showed me the love i never thought iâd deserve.
could i even call it love?
i think youâd just call it lust.
[ â„ïž ]
âhow is yuuji going to find out about this?â i asked megumi as i ruffled his bed hair. âi think we should just tell him⊠but not now.â he answered as he scanned every detail on my face.
[ â„ïž ]
i wish i knew what you meant by that. all the while i wanted to keep you as a promise, you just wanted to keep me as a secret. i wish nothing had ever happened, not because i regret it, nor did i not love it for a moment, but because i don't want to feel like this anymore. not with you.
i tried. i tried to be your friend. leave everything behind and continue as if nothing had happened. but the mere idea of ââthinking that I was never for you what you were for me is enough to make my heart ache.
maybe we live in a world full of superficialities, empty, where everything is momentary pleasures, satisfyingly chaotic, and pleasantly disposable. i never want to fall like this again. i don't want to dream so high again. i don't want to be so naive again.
but i canât help it when itâs you.
[ â„ïž ]
âiâm not ready for anything, with anyoneâŠâ he sated as tears started rolling down my face. why? whyâd you give me a taste of some love you couldnât give me? or didnât want to give meâŠ
[ â„ïž ]
weeks passed, and i started to accept the fact that it was not gonna happen. i started seeing someone else.
maybe you didnât want to have me, but you definitely didnât want to lose meâŠ
[ â„ïž ]
âyou coming y/n? we gonna go grab ice cream or sum.â yuuji asked turning back to look at me. i couldnât tear my gaze away from my phone, but i didnât fail to notice how megumi looked at me.
âuhmm actually, go ahead without me guys! iâll hang out with yuta laterâŠâ i commented as i blushed lightly. âOOOOOO Y/Nâs GOT A DATEEEâ yuuji joked.
megumi didnât say a word until i left.
[ â„ïž ]
next day, everything changed. that kiss you stole from me⊠i wish i could have it back.
you told me you were ready, that you wanted this. that you wanted me.
you made fall all over again. but deeper this time. you tricked me into your game once again. i mistook your lies for a future, with sins and sweet promises.
friday. i wanted to confront you about it.
and you tore it all apart. again.
i am so fucking greedy, and i don't want to let something i love die, even though i know i will never have it.
iâd fucking love to be your friend. iâd fucking love to pretend that it doesn't burn my skin to want to hug you and not be able to do so. iâd love not to want to know everything about you.
i wish i didnât want to be your whole world.
i don't know why you hurt this much. i barely know you, and yet, i can't imagine a life without you. i have never had the courage to face what i truly feel. cause it's too soon, cause it would only complicate everything, or just because you don't want to hear it.
but i love you, megumi.
i wish it wasnât like that. none of this.
yours truly.
y/n
a/n: i wish i could lie to yâall and say this wasnât based on a personal experience but haha guess whatâŠ
AND SORRY FOR THE ANGST I LITERALLY CANNOT WRITE HAPPY SHIT WTF
LIKES, COMMENTS & REBLOGS are very much appreciated âȘ( ŽΞïœ)ătysm for reading !! <3
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More Than This 5
Pairing: Ransom Drysdale x f!reader, Steve Rogers & f!reader
Word Count: ~6.1k
Summary: Arranged marriages have always been used to solidify business deals among the ultra-wealthy. Your stepfather wants to be in business with Harlan Thrombey, so now it's your turn.
Warnings: Heavy angst, age difference, adult themes, institutional sexism, Linda being Linda, all of the Thrombeys being really awful actually, explicit language, references to bad sex, flagrant disregard for HIPAA (actually, just assume that HIPAA doesn't exist in this universe), the slooowest burn - Warnings will be added as needed for subsequent parts. All of my work is 18+ - Minors DNI
Dividers by @saradika-graphics
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A/N: Oh god. I promise that there will be a point when this isn't so sad all the time and that point is soon. But it also isn't today. I'm so sorry. đŹ
Huge thanks as always to @paperweight91 who listened to me whine and read countless fuzzy screenshots, and gave great advice and was just all around awesome. And to @stargazingfangirl18 who reached out with encouragement when the words just weren't coming.
Any comment, reblog, or ask to let me know what you think will be greatly appreciated. And if you need to come scream at me, that's ok too!
As always, thank you so much for reading! đ
Ransom had the complete collection of Harlanâs books. You couldnât say exactly why that surprised you, but it did. He even had the two poorly-received romance novels Harlan had written under a pseudonym. You hadnât known the two of them were so close, but then again, you still didnât really know anything about Ransom.
So thatâs what youâd been doing with your days, making your way through Harlanâs complete works. You were currently reading one about an au pair that had been found dead in her chargeâs locked nursery when your phone rang.Â
Your brow furrowed. The list of people who ever contacted you had gotten much shorter since youâd moved to Boston. Steve, Ransom, Linda unfortunately. That was pretty much it. You looked down at your phone to see your motherâs name. Oh.
Youâd expected her to reach out in some way since your wedding and had tried very hard not to feel hurt when she hadnât. Everyoneâs lives had moved on. You were the only one stuck. But you still hadnât had it in you to be the one who called her. You took a deep breath and answered your phone.
âHi, Mom.â
âHoney! How are you?â
You kept in your sigh. âIâm fine. How are you?â
âGood, good,â she said, but she sounded sad. She always sounded so fucking sad. It struck you then, that thatâs probably how youâd sound too, in ten or twenty years. Maybe less. Probably a lot less. âItâs so nice to hear your voice honey.â
âYeah,â you said, and, pathetically, you could feel the tears starting to gather in your eyes. You werenât angry with her. You couldnât be. It wasnât her fault she was so broken. It was inevitable. For all of you. And your frustration with her didnât change how much you missed her. Missed home. Missed the way things used to be. âItâs good to hear you too.â
âI know itâs been a while,â she said softly, âbut I wanted to give you a chance to get settled. How are things going?â
âTheyâre going fine,â you said quietly. You paused. You didnât want to say anything bad or worry anyone, but also it was your mom. âI donât know. Itâs different here. I donât have anything to do.âÂ
She just chuckled. âCherish that. Itâll change soon and then youâll miss this time.â You didnât know what to say to that so you didnât say anything. After a few moments of silence, she continued. âAnd howâs Ransom?â
You stifled a groan. You didnât want to talk about him. Things had been⊠better since your panic attack. He came home at a decent hour regularly. You fucked most nights now. But he was still just this looming presence. You didnât know what to do with him. âHeâs fine,â you said with a shrug.
That was apparently the wrong answer, judging by the little hum she made. âI know itâs hard at the beginning. When I first married your fatherââ she cut herself off with a deep breath. âRemember, honey, keeping him happy is your one job now. Itâll get easier the longer you do it.â
A few tears finally broke free and fell down your cheeks. âI donâtâ I donât know him. I donât know what makes him happy.â
âThen finding out will be a good use of your free time, wonât it?â You glanced at the book beside you, feeling shamed in spite of yourself. âI know it feels so hard, but men are shockingly easy. They just want to be taken care of. Thatâs all you have to do. Make him dinner. Keep his home warm. Give him heirs. Donât argue. Thatâs all. Youâre going to be such a good wife to him, sweetheart. I know you can do it.â
You shrunk down into the couch, wrapping your arms around your knees, making yourself as small as possible. You hated this. Hated that she didnât want more for you. That sheâd never tried to give you more. But you were tired, too, of being upset with her for not doing the impossible. What else was she supposed to have done? What else could she give you when she didnât have anything herself? âOk,â you whispered. It was all you could manage.
âJoseph says hello, of course,â she said, and you wanted to laugh. Heâd done no such thing. âHeâs so proud that youâve made such a good match. Heâll be happy to hear itâs going well.â
âMmm,â was all you were able to say. You hated this. You couldnât do it anymore. âItâs so good to hear from you, mom. But uh, I have toâ I have to go.â
âOh,â she said, sounding disappointed. âWell, alright. I miss you so much, sweetheart. Weâll talk again soon. I love you.â
You could barely hold the tears back now. âI love you too,â you said, your voice thick. âBye.â The moment you hung up the phone, the damn broke. You couldnât stop it. You cried for your mom. You cried for yourself. You cried for the way everything had changed and there was no going back. You cried because this was a day when it felt like no one on earth was on your side. A shaking Lola forced her way into your lap and you held her until you were able to calm down.
Once youâd stopped crying, you looked around. You couldnât sit still, your motherâs words ringing in your ears. Your eyes locked on the kitchen. That was something you could do. You glanced at the time. If Ransom came home at his new regular time, it would be tight, but you could do it if you made something simple. But not too simple. Something that showed effort. That you were trying.Â
You got up and looked in the fridge. All those tidy little glass containers full of meals his housekeeper, Carol, made. Youâd never felt like they were taunting you before, but now. Now you wanted to smash them. You could do this. You could make him like you. Show him what you were worth. You could make yourself a life better than your motherâs, maybe. Get him on your side.
There werenât a ton of raw ingredients, but after combing through the entire contents of the fridge and pantry, you found what youâd need for a decent spaghetti. Carol was probably planning it for later in the week. Well, now she wouldnât have to. Youâd do it yourself.
You put some music on and got to work. Losing yourself in the prep. But youâd lost yourself too much maybe, because you were still chopping when Ransom walked in the door.Â
Lola, of course, rushed to greet him. It still rankled. She didnât realize that one wrong move would have him kicking her out. His words from that first dinner had never left your mind. But a few days ago, heâd started reaching down to pet her as she danced around him. You didnât know what either of them were playing at.
He looked at you, now trying to hurry through the rest of your prep, his brow furrowed. âWhat are you doing?â he asked.
âIâm making dinner,â you said, gesturing to all your work obviously. You looked at the time. You werenât slow. He was early. Why the fuck was he early? He was ruining all your plans.
âWhy?â he asked as he took off his coat, then shoes. âCarolâs put plenty of meals in the fridge.â
âBecause I wanted to!â You said, your knife coming down on the onion under your hand too hard.
The knife hitting the cutting board caught his attention. He looked at what you were doing. âI donât like onions.â
You threw down the knife more carelessly than you should have. It slid across the cutting board before coming to a stop at the edge of the counter. âThen why were they in the pantry?!â
âHow should I know?!â he shouted back, matching your tone. But then he looked at you and stopped. âHave you been crying? What happened?â
You froze. Shit. You hadnât even thought to check what you looked like. You swiped at your face and turned away. âItâs the onions. Obviously.â
âYour faceâ that looks like more than onions.â He now stood at the edge of the kitchen, only the island between you.
âIâm fine!â you snapped, then forced yourself to take a breath. âMy mom called,â you conceded. âItâs fine.â
âOh,â was all he said for a moment and then, âYou and your parents are close then?â
You couldnât explain why the question irritated you so much. Maybe it was the assumption of homesickness. Or referring to Joseph as your parent. Or just him being here earlier than he was supposed to be, asking you anything. You couldnât keep the shortness out of your voice when you responded, âMy mom. Sometimes.âÂ
You looked around at your progress, the mess youâd made, the onions he didnât want. So much for keeping him happy. What a stupid idea. You felt done. Over everything. You began cleaning up all the food, scooping it into the garbage.
âWhat are you doing?â
âI changed my mind! You donât want any of this anyway. Have one of Carolâs fucking dinners.â
âThe fuck is going on with you?!â he shouted as he watched you clean up the kitchen.
âI changed my mind,â you repeated, throwing the cutting board into the sink. âIâm not hungry. Iâm going upstairs.â You stomped over to the staircase.
âYouâre not going to eat anything?â he called after you.
âNo! Iâm fine!â You shouted as you took the first few stairs.
âYeah, you sure seem fucking fine,â he grumbled as he headed to the fridge.Â
You stopped and glared at him. âWake me if Iâm asleep when you come up. Iâm ovulating, so. Tonightâs important.â
He let out a humorless chuckle. âYeah,â he said, flatly. âI got your text.â That was news to you. He'd never responded to it. As you turned to continue up the stairs, you heard him add under his breath, âAlthough Iâm not sure why you feel like you need to be awake for it.â
You stopped and turned around, coming back down a step. âWhat was that?!â
He turned to you, one of Carolâs glass containers in his hand, and sighed. âNothing. Iâve had a long day.â You just stared at each other and then he added, âArenât you tired of it being such a chore?â
Something crumpled in you at that, but you didnât want to stop and look at what it was. âWell,â you said. âThe sooner Iâm pregnant, the sooner it wonât be.â Then you turned and stomped the rest of the way upstairs.Â
When he woke you later that night, he was already ready to go. You didnât even take off your pajamas, just slid your shorts down to your calves. He was right. It was a chore.
It was a few days later when he texted you in the middle of the day. You were hiding in the bedroom while Carol cleaned downstairs. She was still mad that youâd wasted the spaghetti ingredients. You were reading in bed with Lola when your phone buzzed beside you.
Big family thing at Harlanâs on Saturday. Weâll be expected.
For some reason, it was the âweâ that caught you. It was the first time youâd realized you were a package deal now. If Ransom was invited somewhere, you would accompany him. And vice versa if you were ever invited anywhere. You couldnât imagine it, with how small your world had gotten.Â
The rest of his message caught up with you. His family. Linda had reached out multiple times since her awful visit. Every time you spoke to her, you got so small. You worried that prolonged exposure to her might cause you to completely disappear.
Aside from his parents, youâd barely interacted with the rest of his family at the wedding. It would be fine. You would be fine. Youâd have to be. They were your family now too. Youâd be seeing so much of them. For the rest of your life. You ignored how much your chest tightened at that thought.
Saturday came too soon.
Ransom paced around the bedroom while you both got ready. Youâd never seen him like this before. He wasnât dressed. He just kept walking in and out of his closet. And looking at you. You didnât know if you were doing something wrong. He didnât say anything, he just couldnât keep still. The one time youâd asked if he was alright, heâd barked back at you that he was fine, so you hadnât asked again.Â
Watching him pace around was making you even more anxious than you already were. So you focused all you could on getting yourself ready. Youâd asked Ransom earlier if his family dressed for dinner and heâd just grunted in response. But it felt like a no, so you wore one of your favorite day dresses. It was your favorite color. You hoped it would give you confidence. You did your hair. You put diamond studs in your ears, with a matching tennis bracelet on your wrist. Reasonable heels on your feet. A spritz of perfume on your pulse points. It was the best you could do without more information.
You stood in the middle of the bedroom once you were done. Ransom was still undressed, still moving. âUh,â you ventured, hesitantly, glancing at the clock on his bedside table. âWill we have enough time to get there?â
âWho gives a shit?â he growled, thundering back into his closet. A few moments later he came back out, wearing dress slacks and a cream cable-knit sweater. There were holes in it. You could see them clearly from the other side of the room.Â
âRansom,â you said softly, oddly feeling like you were speaking to a spooked animal, âdonât you think that sweaterâs a little worn?â
âIt doesnât fucking matter,â he rasped. âLetâs go.â Then he was out of the room and halfway down the stairs, with you scrambling to keep up behind him.Â
The drive to Harlanâs country estate was mostly silent. Youâd tried to turn on the radio at one point, but Ransom just turned it right back off. He gripped the steering wheel so tightly, his hands were bright red. You wondered if he was hurting himself. You didnât know why he was so stressed. You were the one about to walk into the lionâs den, the one who had no idea what was waiting for you. It was his family. Heâd be fine. You had no idea if you would be. You rested your hands in your lap, clutching them, and settled into the silence.
You knew that Harlan lived quite a ways out of town, but you still got to his home much too quickly. The large mansion loomed over you as Ransom parked his car amongst the others in the drive. He turned off the ignition and then just sat there, staring ahead. Just as you were about to call his name, he slapped the steering wheel harshly with one hand then growled âLetâs go!â to you and got out of the car. Once again, you scrambled after him, but this time, he slowed, slightly, to let you catch up. Once you had, he put a firm hand on the small of your back and ushered you up the path and into the house. You didnât have time to react to that or try to figure out what on earth he was doing before you were greeted by a woman Ransom snidely called Franny. She responded with a very curt âHughâ of her own then introduced herself to you as the housekeeper. She took your coats, and then Ransomâs hand was back on you, guiding you into a sitting room.
The entire family was already there, most with drinks in hand, and they all turned to watch you enter. You felt pinned by their gazes. âWell!â Ransomâs uncle Walt called out. âLook who finally decided to show. And just in time for the food, of course!âÂ
Ransom stiffened slightly beside you then smirked. âWell, thank god weâre in time for your fifth drink, Walt. Whoâd want to miss that?â
Walt scowled as he got up from his seat, then lumbered across the room, knocking his shoulder into Ransomâs as he passed and jostling you in the process. You started to sway a little, and Ransomâs hand immediately came to your hip to try to steady you. Your gaze flitted down to it, but just as quickly it was gone.
Everyone else began to get up and make their way out of the room. Meg, at least, gave you a small smile and wave, but otherwise, you were mostly ignored. That was, at least, until there were only three people left, Ransomâs parents and Harlan.Â
Harlan immediately hugged you. âItâs wonderful to see you, my dear. You look so lovely.â He took a step back to look at you both. âI trust youâre taking good care of each other. This is one of the most important times in your marriage. I hope youâre cherishing it.âÂ
âSure Grandad,â Ransom snarked, âweâre loving being married to a complete stranger.â
âAh, now, youâll only remain strangers if you let that happen.â
You saw Ransom about to open his mouth to say something else, so you jumped in with a quiet, âThank you, Harlan, we really appreciate that.â
Harlan smiled at you, big and genuine, and then clapped Ransom on the shoulder. âSee, my boy,â he said. âI knew she was exactly what you needed!âÂ
Ransomâs jaw ticked but he didnât say anything. You didnât know how to respond either. Harlanâs kindness had a way of making you feel invisible.Â
Linda stepped up to you all then. âDarling,â she said, her tone dripping friendliness in a way that made you brace for impact. âI see not even your positive influence can make my son be on time. How disappointing.â She added a little chuckle onto the end, but you took it as the reprimand it was meant to be. You pasted on your most benign smile, but as always, she made you feel about a foot tall. You had no idea how anyone thought you were supposed to make this man do anything. Like he cared about what you thought or wanted. Like you had any power at all.Â
âIs that why you married me off, mother?â Ransom asked, matching her friendly tone, but when you looked up at him, his eyes were hard. âSo thereâd be someone to handle me?â
âWell,â she said, a placid smile on her face to match your own, âsomeone has to. Lord knows you havenât listened to me in years.â
âAnd yet,â Ransom said, his tone dropping all friendliness, âyou still got me here, didnât you?âÂ
The look on his face startled you. Youâd never seen him this angry. Without thinking, you reached out and wrapped your fingers around his wrist. At your touch, his eyes snapped to yours. You werenât sure exactly what he found there, you felt lost enough that you couldnât imagine your expression was much help, but after staring at you for what felt like an age, he gave you the smallest nod and relaxed his posture.Â
âWe donât want dinner to get cold,â Harlan called from the doorway.
Linda straightened, finally ending the standoff with her son. âYes, of course,â she said. Then she looked at you, really looked, her eyes traveling up and down your body, taking in all of you and everything you were wearing. She quirked her eyebrow at you and let out a distinctly judgemental little hum. Then that friendly smile was back and she turned away from you. âOh, Dad, there was actually something I wanted to talk to you about,â she said as they both left the room.
You stared after her. You didnât know what youâd done wrong. Youâd looked at everyone when youâd arrived and confirmed that you werenât under or overdressed. She herself was wearing a simple but smart pantsuit. Your clothes were nice, clean, and pressed. You were put together. What could her problem possibly be? You tried to breathe but you could still feel her looking at you and your chest was so tight.
You were brought back to the present by Richard wrapping you in a hug. His lips brushed your cheek as he said, âSo nice to see you again, honey.â Then one of his hands on your back traveled lower until it grazed the top of your ass. You couldnât help the way you jumped.
âAre you fucking kidding me, Dad?â Ransom shouted next to you. âIâm standing right here!â
Richard pulled away and you took a deep breath at being free of him. What the hell had just happened?
âWhat?â Richard rounded on his son. âI canât greet my daughter-in-law? Youâre so sensitive, Ransom. A little attention is flattering, isnât it, honey?âÂ
They were both staring at you. You knew you needed to say something but all you could do in your shock was gape at them.Â
Ransom wrapped one arm around your waist to pull you close to him. âYouâre a fucking creep,â he growled.
Richard just scowled and made his way to the hall. âDisrepectful little shit,â he muttered as he left the room.
It wasnât until his father was completely gone that Ransom dropped his arm from around you. He looked you right in the eye, his face so serious, as he asked, âAre you ok?â And there was something in his tone, fear maybe, that startled you just as much as Richardâs hand.
âIâm fine,â you nodded, your voice shaking only the slightest bit. When he still didnât release you from his gaze, you brushed your fingers over his arm. âIâm alright.â
Finally, he nodded but didnât really relax. âHeâsââ he began, but cut himself off. âJust, watch out for him.â
âOk,â you said, trying to sound strong. Reassuring. Ransom still just stood there. âAreâ are you alright?âÂ
That seemed to bring him out of wherever heâd been. âWhat?â he asked, somewhat sharply. âYeah, of course. Come on,â he said, turning to the doorway. âLetâs get this shitshow over with.â
Everyone else was already seated at the large dining room table when you came in. Ransom guided you over to the two empty chairs in the middle of one side and pulled yours out for you before seating himself. The catering staff moved around the table setting down plates and pouring wine for everyone. But when the server got to you, they moved past you without pouring anything. In case you were pregnant. Of course. That was fine. You just hoped no one else noticed.
âIâm sorry,â Ransom said from beside you and your stomach dropped. âIs there a reason my wife isnât being served wine tonight?âÂ
âRansom,â you whispered, still hoping everyone would just ignore it, but it was too late.
From the other side of the table, Walt piped up liked heâd just been waiting for an opportunity. âMaybe the staff got confused and didnât realize sheâs old enough to drink.â His eyes sparkled and he grinned, proud of himself, as it took every muscle in your body not to shrink down in your seat.Â
âGreat catch, Walt! Youâre right. She is still much younger than me. Like I said before, and Iâm sure Iâll have to say again, neither of us chose this. I wouldâve thought thatâd be a concept youâre familiar with, seeing as how you practically begged Harlan not to make you marry Donna.â
âRansom!â you admonished quietly. Your eyes cut to the willowy blonde sitting next to Walt, looking like a deer caught in headlights. You had no doubt that he deserved this, but you had no idea if she did.Â
Ransomâs eyes cut to you. âYouâre right,â he said, before looking back at his aunt and uncle. âI should be nicer to Donna. Iâm sure being married to Walt is punishment enough.â
âYou little shit!â Walt responded. âIâll have you know my wife is very happy. Which Iâm sure is more than you can say for yours! Whatâs it been, a month? Two? And she already looks completely miserable.âÂ
You felt all eyes turn to you again and you werenât sure youâd ever felt more self-conscious in your life. Your entire body was on fire. You didnât know what to do. You couldnât say anything, so you picked up your fork and took a bite of the fish youâd just been served. It didnât taste like anything.
From your left, Joanie spoke up. âHey, those first few months of marriage are hard. But so rewarding. I know when Neal and I were first marriedââ
âYes, Joanie,â Linda cut in, dryly. âMy brother was a saint and we all miss him very much.â She turned back to her son. âThereâs no need to get upset, Ransom. We just didnât want to accidentally serve a pregnant woman alcohol. Better safe than sorry.â She picked up her own fork to begin eating. âSpeaking of, if the two of you have an announcement to make, nowâd be the perfect time.â
You couldnât stop your grimace. Ransom stiffened next to you, then answered, âNo. No announcement.â
âItâll come,â Harlan finally joined in from his place at the head of the table. âThereâs still plenty of time.â
From the other end of the table, a teenage boy youâd never even met before said, âMaybe not. Maybe sheâs barren.â And you felt all the wind go out of you.
âOh fuck off, you little incel shit!â Ransom shouted.
âShe isnât barren, Jacob,â Linda said, calmly. âWe have all her medical records to confirm sheâs perfectly fertile.â
You couldâve sworn you blacked out at the moment. Youâd known, on some level, that if there was a clause in the contract, itâd come with some sort of confirmation that, at least on your side, it was even possible. But to know that they had your medical records and now were discussing them like you werenât even here, like you just didnât matter⊠You hoped the earth might open up and swallow you whole.
You felt a gentle hand land on your knee but it didnât really register. Nothing did. You didnât know where the conversation went from there. You couldnât hear anything above the ringing in your ears. It was all you could do to keep breathing. But you knew they all kept sniping at each other. And you felt the anger radiating off of Ransom the entire time.Â
The clinking of plates and scraping of chairs finally got you out of your stupor as the family got out of their chairs and staff started clearing the dishes. You looked over at Ransom, for help or support maybe, you didnât really know. But he also looked like heâd gone somewhere else. He could barely meet your gaze.
You were still numb as people made their way back to the original sitting room. You just needed to make it through the rest of the evening. You could do that. Just as you had gotten to the other room, Harlan stopped Ransom with a hand on his shoulder. âIâd like a word in private with you, my boy.â
Ransom looked at you for a moment, then sighed and said softly, âIâll be right back,â before following his grandfather deeper into the house.
And then you were alone. You were at a loss as to what to do with yourself, so you went back into the sitting room and settled on a vacant couch. Not everyone had migrated there. There were only a few people in the room now. Jacob sat in the corner, hunched over his phone, but every once in a while he would look up, catch your eye, and smirk at you. It had you sliding further back in your seat. His mother was no help. Donna was slumped over in an armchair, still cradling half a glass of wine. Meg had already shrugged on her coat, giving a hurried wave as she moved through the room. And Richardâ
Richard sat down next to you. You slid down the couch as subtly as you could. âYou know,â he said, âI didnât get much of a chance to talk to you at the wedding.â
Alarm bells went off through your whole body. You saw Ransomâs face again, from earlier. How angry, yes, but more than that ashamed and unsurprised. How heâd looked at you. How heâd asked if you were ok. How itâd felt urgent. âIt was a busy day,â you gritted out, trying to think of any way to get yourself out of this room.
âRansom is a very lucky man,â he said, inching closer, his arm draped over the back of the couch, âto have such a beautiful bride.â
âThank you,â you chuckled uncomfortably. âThatâs very sweet.â You looked around helplessly. As he opened his mouth to say something else, you stood up. âIâm going to go get myself some water. Do you need anything?â you asked, but didnât give him a chance to answer. âNo? Ok, Iâll be right back.â And then you fled.
You hurried down the hall toward the kitchen but slowed when you heard voices. You picked out Joanie first, then Linda. You slowed to a stop right outside the kitchen door, trying to weigh just how much you wanted that water. Was it worth facing them? Were they any better than Richard?
âOkay,â Joanie said, âbut what do you really think about her?â Your stomach dropped. You tried to reassure yourself that they could be talking about anything, anyone. You pressed closer to the door as quietly as you could.
âI think,â Linda said, then paused while you heard the clink of glassware, âthat she will serve her purpose just fine.â
Joanie laughed. âI just have a hard time picturing Ransom with such a mouse.â You closed your eyes. You should go right now. Nothing they had to say would be of any help to you. But, despite your best interests, you were rooted to the spot.
âShe definitely wasnât chosen for her personality, but Ransom understands how good this will be for the whole family. How important it isâ
âOh, of course,â Joanie simpered, and you just hated both of these women so much at that moment, maybe more than youâd ever hated anyone. âI just feel so bad for him. He must be so bored.â
âListen, I told him that he just needs to get her pregnant, and then he can do whatever he needs to do. Once he has an heir. As long as heâs discreet, of course.â Â
Joanie cackled. âYou didnât! Oh, youâre so bad!â
âHe might already be behind on that one, anyway,â Linda said, and you could practically hear her smirk. But you didnât know what she could possibly be talking about. She didnât know you and there was no oneâ unless. Oh god.
âWell.â Linda continued. âYou know, she and her step-brother are very close, if you know what I mean.â
âReally?â Joanie asked, fucking eagerly.
âMhmm,â Linda hummed. âDid you not see them at the wedding? They were practically hanging all over each other. He had to be kicked out of her dressing room.â
âNo! Does Ransom know?â
âWell, I havenât told him yet. You know how he gets. Iâm waiting for the right time.â
âYou know what they call that on the internet, donât you?â
Linda sighed. âYou know that I donât, Joanie.â
âStepcest!â Joanie said gleefully.
And that was it. That was all you could do. This fucking family. Howâ Why? Youâd never done anything. You hadnât even chosen to be here! And they still took so much joy in cutting you down. And if Linda managed to get to Ransom and tell him⊠Who knows what heâd do?
You moved as quietly as you could back down the hall, swiping at the tears beginning to gather in your eyes, hoping not to call any attention to yourself, when shouts suddenly erupted from the other side of the house. As soon as you recognized one of the raised voices as Ransomâs, you began to hurry in that direction.Â
You hadnât made it very far before he came barreling out in your direction. âGet your coat,â he growled. âWeâre leaving.â
You didnât argue, more than ready to get out of there yourself. You followed him to the closet, and then once you both had your coats, out the door. The crisp night air was bracing after feeling suffocated in that house for hours. Neither of you said anything as you got into Ransomâs car.
It wasnât until you were fully off Harlanâs property that you felt brave enough to ask, âIs everything alright?â
He glanced at you before returning his eyes to the road and letting out a humorless chuckle. âSure,â he said.
âWhatâ What did he want to talk to you about?â
âJust his same old bullshit,â he scoffed.
âIââ you had no idea what to say. âIs it always like that?â You felt foolish as soon as you asked. Of course, it was. You could tell.
âOh, no,â he said, and his tone was so cold, so detached, that you couldnât help but stare. This felt like a brand new Ransom. âSometimes itâs really bad.â
You didnât say anything to that. You had no idea what to do with this sudden urge to comfort him, this man who had so much power over you, this man you couldnât even say you liked most days. Especially after what youâd just been through. So you kept your hands in your lap and stared out the window.
After a few minutes of silence, he surprised you by being the one to break it. âSo. I bet your family looks like the fucking Waltons compared to that.â
You thought of dinner with your own family. Joseph crowing loudly about his successes. Your mother cowering the moment any small thing went wrong. Steve getting into screaming matches with his father. You feeling invisible, on a good day. âNo,â you said, hollowly. âNot really.â He turned his head sharply to look at you and you held his gaze for just a moment before he had to look back at the road. There was one large difference though. Youâd always had Steve. As far as you could tell, Ransom didnât have anyone.
That thought led you back to what youâd heard right before youâd left and your anxiety returned. âSteve and Iââ you blurted out. âHeâs my brother.â
Ransomâs brow furrowed in confusion. âUh, yeah, I am aware of that.â
You shook your head. âNo, I justâ I know we arenât related biologically, butâ Nothingâs ever happened between us. Not ever. Heâs my brother.â
âWhat the fuck?!â he called out as he made a left turn more sharply than necessary. âWhy would youââ he cut himself off. âDid someone say something to you?â
You ignored his question. âI justââ you said, âI just wanted you to hear it from me.â
âJesus Christ,â he muttered. Neither of you said anything else for the rest of the drive.
When you got back to his house, Ransom went straight upstairs while you let Lola out one last time before bed. When you joined him in the bedroom once that was done, he was already in bed. âListen,â he said softly, âI know youâre probably even more anxious about this whole thing afterâ I just, Iâm really fucking tired. Is it ok if we donâtâ If we just go to bed?â
You nodded, relief flooding through you. You were just as tired and didnât think you could deal with all that after everything else that had happened that day. You quickly went through your nighttime routine in the bathroom. When you came back out once youâd finished, you found Ransom still awake, lying on his back staring at the ceiling. Lola was curled up at his side and he absently scratched her belly. You climbed into bed and turned the lamp off, turning onto your side. You felt him move behind you, scooting closer, not enough that you were touching at all, but you could feel his body heat. It was oddly soothing. You closed your eyes and hoped sleep would come fast, ready for this day to be over.
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Sugar baby | Jey Uso
Part four
Synopsis: Sex is not a big deal. ...You can have a no-strings-attached arrangement with someone you donât care about.
Pairing: Jey Uso x Black Fem reader | word count: 5.6k | warning : smut, toxic behavior, protected sex | 18+ ONLY
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âBitchs get into relationships and forget about they friends huh.â Jasmine spoke on FaceTime while Dakota cut up some strawberries.
Dakota chuckled as Jasmine's face lit up on FaceTime, holding a surprised look. "Omg jasmine I did not forget about you," Dakota said with a smile.
âDid too! I was first before his ass.â
Laughing once more Dakota spoke again âJas you know you my baby girl stop being stingy with me.â
Jasmine's eyes rolled as she pursed her lips before speaking. "Whatever, but I'm happy for you, Kota. All I see on Instagram is you smiling, and you've been glowing so brightly. I'm so happy that God answered my prayers because all I wanted was for my best friend to find true love. She deserves it."
âAwww jas you gon make me cry.â Dakota smiled big before making a sad face pretending to cry Jasmineâs laughed at her dramatic acts.
It had been almost a month since Jey asked Dakota to be his girlfriend and the month of February was almost over and time for Josh to go back to work something he dreaded himself.
Ever since the two got together in a more relationship standpoint they were inseparable to say the least. Jey was even more of a gentleman and lover boy than she had ever imagined , he got her flowers , feed her, rubbed on her, and he was also very affectionate and I mean VERY along with being a very touchy man. And most importantly the two had sex almost everyday he couldnât resist his presence towards her and I mean they fucked from everywhere in the house beside the bed room. Joshua was a very freaky man to say the least.
Jey was a gentleman and a lover, he treated Dakota with the utmost respect and care. He showered her with flowers and gifts, fed her, and made her feel special. Their sexual chemistry was electric, and the two of them couldn't resist each other. He was a very kinky and open minded man, and he left no stone unturned in satisfying their desires.
In conclusion the two were infuriated with eachother.
âOmg Kota you remember that date I had a while ago? Why we doing the thing and all getting freaky and I accidentally farted out my ass while we in doggy style and I told him it was my pussy he said Iâm lying and that he smell shit!â
Dakota couldn't contain her laughter as she shouted at Jasmine, âWtf is wrong with you.â Despite Jasmine's attempt to tell her to stop laughing because it was something serious, Dakota continued to laugh uncontrollably anyways.
âDakota that shit Isnât even that funny.â Jasmine mumbled rolling her eyes âIma hang up if you keep laughing at me.â
âOkay!okay! Iâll stop jasâ.â Before Dakota could finish her sentence Jey walked inside the kitchen. Jey couldn't resist flirting a bit as he walked into the kitchen and saw Dakota cutting strawberries. He slipped his hands around her waist and smacked her on the butt playfully, leaving a trail of light kisses on her neck. "Come on, Ko, it doesn't take that long to cut some strawberries," he teased, his hands continuing to explore her body he placed his hand on her pussy rubbing at it. âI missed you.â he whispered in her ear, his voice low and husky.
Dakota squealed with pleasure as Jey touched her, her body responding to his touch in an instant. "Baby, I was just coming back up the stairs," she protested, giggling at his enthusiastic greeting. "I haven't even been down here for more than a minute!"
âMmhmm whatever uce.â
â Aye aye yâall bet not get freaky on this damn phone I know that!â Jasmine shouted through the phone, interrupting their conversation. The two of them stared back at her, both bursting into laughter.
"My bad, Jasmine," Josh said with a friendly nod, before turning his attention to Dakota. Without warning, he leaned in close and began kissing and licking her neck. His movements were animalistic, reminiscent of a lion eyeing its prey before pouncing. Dakota let out a soft moan, her breathing quickening as his tongue traced circles along her sensitive skin. Josh pulled back for a moment, his eyes blazing with desire as he stared into hers.
âYâall just go do all that while Iâm on the phone really?! Knowing ion got a man just crazy.â Jasmine ranted on fake crying while Dakota and Jey just continued to laugh.
Dakota turned around from the phone and found herself face to face with Joshua. He was wearing a white-grayish shirt with cut sides that revealed his tribal tattooed muscles and chest. His black Nike shorts had a touch of orange on the side, and he paired them with Nike slides and black Nike socks. His hair flowed softly as he stood there.
âMhmm where you going Mr?â Dakota acquainted with a question reading her eyebrows.
âGoing to the gym with Jimmy and solo before we gotta go back next week, thatâs why I was tryna get you to hurry back upstairs so we can do a quickie before I leave but you wanted to be on the phone.â
âJosh please youâll be fine we went all morning.â Dakota replied completely tuning out Jasmine being on the phone.
Dakota glared at Joshua, her eyes locking onto his as she pointed her finger in his face. Her tone was clear and firm, leaving no room for argument or misunderstanding. "Listen up," she said, "you better be back by 6 on the dot. And I'm not just saying that shit for the fun of it. I mean it. If you miss dinner tonight, you're in for some shit. Got it?"
Joshua swallowed hard, understanding the gravity of the situation. He knew that Dakota wasn't joking around, and he didn't want to find out what the consequences.
âYes maâma!â
"Now give me some love before you leave, Big Daddy," Dakota said with a playful smile, her eyes sparkling with anticipation. She reached out and took hold of his cheeks, gently pulling him closer as she delivered a soft kiss.
Jey sighed softly, unable to resist her charm. "Stop giving me those baby ass kisses and come here," he ordered, his voice dripping with desire. His hand wrapped around her neck, the touch gentle yet possessive, as he pulled her into a passionate kiss. Their tongues explored each other's mouths.
Pulling back Dakota pushed him playfully before smiling shyly âOkay thatâs enough cause I see what you trying to do.â She glared at him while he laughed knowing he was caught.
"Aright, alright, you caught me, but just one more and I'm out, okay?" he whined with plead.
âOkay one more and thatâs it!â She gave in pulling him in for one more kiss He of course had to take it over board and tongue kiss her , his hands grabbing possessively around her ass before smacking it pulling himself closer towards her body chest to chest.
Jey pulled back smiling devilishly his gold grills peaking through âI love you Ko.â
Dakota smiled softly as she watched Jey walk out of the kitchen, heading toward the garage. "I love you too," she called after him, her voice filled with warmth and affection. "And More."
She watched him closely for a moment, taking in every detail of his appearance - the way his shoulders moved, the way he walked with confident, determined strides. She knew her love for him ran deep, and she was grateful for every single moment they shared together.
âI miss him already.â Dakota sighed softly, her pout turning into a frown as she realized just how much she missed him already. pouted with a frown upon her face.
âGirl you so dick whipped city girls down 1000s points.â
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â56,57,58,59,60!â Jey shouted out before jumping down from the pole by his hands which held his weight.
Josh shouted at his twin brother, "I told you I'm the better twin, Jim!" His words seemed to hang in the air as his defeated twin stood there, with the weight of defeat evident on his face.
âMan whatever you cheated Josh!â
âMan no i didnât you just made yoâ ass gotta pay me $50 and I won.â Josh shouted back at his brother while solo stood there watching his older brother argue back and forth like they always did.
Jey had been working out at the gym for nearly four hours, and as it approached 6:00, he found himself caught in a familiar dilemma. Originally planning to leave at 4:00 to make it home in time for dinner and avoid Dakota's nagging, Jey's plans had changed when his brother challenged him to their daily competition. The two brothers had a fiercely competitive nature and would often challenge each other to prove who was better at various activities.
Jey stormed over to the bench, his breathing heavy as he sat down to catch his breath. "I didn't cheat!" he retorted, his voice laced with anger and exasperation. "It's you who can't handle losing, man."
He grabbed his phone from his duffle bag and noticed four missed calls from Dakota, his expression changing to one of guilt and apprehension as he checked the time. It was almost 6, and he knew he was in trouble. 5:59, to be exact.
âFuck.â He mumbled to himself as Jimmy walked over noticing the worry in his brothers face he asked. âWhats wrong uce?â
Josh looked up from his phone sighing âJimmy I was supposed to be home by 4 and itâs now 6.â He stressed as his two brothers laughed at him because it wasnât the first time he was late home and Dakota got on his ass about it like last week.
Staring at his brothers with anger in his eyes and annoyed by them thinking it was funny.
âMan this shit not funny.â He voice aggressively and violently he grabbed his bags roughly before walking out the gym towards his car his brother trailing behind like lost kids all jumping inside the car.
âJosh I know you ainât mad you late.â Jimmy spoke up still laughing at his brother.
Turning his head from the road Josh stared at his brother before speaking. âShut up cause itâs your fault Iâm late. I need to stop by the store and pick up some.â
After an exhausting drive back from the gym and the store, Joshua finally arrived home with his brothers. As he parked the car inside the garage, he carefully opened the door to his home, attempting to enter quietly. However, his attempt was thwarted when he was caught by Dakota, who was standing by the door with her hands on her hips.
Jey came to a sudden halt, a small smile playing on his lips as he attempted to divert her attention before clarifying his actions. "Hey Ko baby, I missed you," he said, leaning in for a kiss. However, she sidestepped him, pushing him away and crossing her arms in front of her chest.
âSo why were you late this time.â She asked Her voice dripped with authority as she inquired about the reason for your tardiness. She had clearly set a specific time for you to be home, and she was not in the mood for any excuses.
Jey glanced back at Jimmy and pointed an accusing finger in his direction, "I swear it was Jimmy's fault. He always wanna challenge me ko.â
Jimmy smirked maliciously as he chimed in on the argument, knowingly lying in an attempt to stir up more trouble. "He's lying, Koko," he said, his tone dripping with malice. "I told him he should leave at four, but he insisted on sticking around even longer. He said you'd be fine, even though he knew you were expecting him home at 6. It's clear who's in the wrong here sister in law.â
âNow you're just fucking lying, Jimmy!" he spat. "I never said that, and Solo can back me up on that! Solo! Back me up!" Jey yelled, but Solo remained motionless and quiet.
Jey's expression turned to one of anger and frustration as he looked towards Solo for support, but Solo remained silent, refusing to get involved in the conflict. Jey turned back to face Jimmy, his voice dripping with barely controlled fury. "
Dakota, tired of the two arguing, rolled her eyes before shouting, startling them. âLook, I donât care whose fault it was, but someone is getting in trouble. You three go wash up, and Iâll make the plates.â she announced firmly.
âYes maâma.â All three answered, scrambling to dash up the stairs. Jimmy and Jey were at it again, arguing over who could reach the top first.
âJosh you cheating I was up the starirs first!â
âMan no I didnât!â
As Dakota made her way to the kitchen to set up the plates, she couldn't help but shake her head in exasperation at the antics of the two. âThese two just argue all day.â
After a few mins of making plates the boys played solo and Jimmy made there way down the stairs into the kitchen sitting at the island table.
âIt smell hella good in here Sister in law, you making me miss trin girl.â Jimmy joked attempting to fake cry making Dakota laugh at his dramatic performance.
âJimmy please and Iâm not married to your brother yet so stop with the in law.â She rolled her eyes passing Solo and Jimmy their plates awaiting Jey to come down the steps next for his.
âYet.â He replied.
âAnd what makes you think weâre gonna get married?â She arched her eyebrows with a skeptical expression.
Before he pole Jimmy took a sip of his water and answering her question. âWell for starters you all that man talked about at the gym âI wonder do ko miss meâ or âI wonder if ko done cooking yetâ and other shit ainât that right solo?â He glanced over at solo for back up with him nodding with a yes to confirm.
âThen when we went out for drinks like last week he was drunk and started showing every female in the club a picture of you in his wallet talking about âThatâs my fine ass wife yâall she take all my dick goodâ.â
âYou forgot the suck dick good and squirt like a fire hydrant too.â Solo chuckled added on to Jey silly ness.
âOmg he is embrassing.â Dakota face palmed herself from embarrassment and also to stop from laughing. She knew how Josh got when he was drunk. He became very jokey and talking his shit no matter if anyone liked it or not but he also became very hornh as well.
She remembered the first time he called after having a few drinks with some of the guys from work after a great show at summer slam 22â.
Flashback
âDakota you want another shot?â Jasmine asked over the music while Dakota nodded her head yes she grabbed the drink downing it before she shouted. âI love life.â
âYeah a little to damn much no more drinks for you boo.â Jasmine shook her head with disgust while Dakota pouted.
âBut that was my first one Jasmine andâ.â Before Dakota could finish her sentence her phone rung in her hand she glanced at it and noticed it was Jey calling her through FaceTime.
âJas Iâll be back.â She shouted over the musics dismissing herself from the group of women she walked through the crowd towards the bathroom she locked the door.
Dakota looked in the mirror making sure she looked okay before she answered the phone a drunk Joshua appeared on the screen smiling ear to ear.
"Hey Ko, baby!" Jey's voice came through the phone, his words slurred and groggy. Dakota could tell he was high and drunk from the way he spoke, his words coming out slowly and clumsily.
Dakota sighed, shaking her head in disappointment. "What's going on, Jey?" she asked, her tone filled with concern. "Are you alright?"
Nodding his yes he spoke again. âYeah Iâm cool Iâm just a little drunk, aye baby why jimmy fall out the car?â He laughed loudly while Dakota started back not finding it funny.
âJoshua where are you?.â
âVegas, Trin taking us back to the hotel she outside with Jimmy while he throw up.â
âJosh I told you not to get that drunk you donât listen.â Dakota stressed sighing she shook her head.
âIâm sorry pretty mama, I promise I wonât no more you feel me?â He pouted poking his bottom lip out.
âYes Josh.â Dakota rolled her eyes giving it.
"That's my girl." he said with a sly smile, his face lighting up with excitement. "I miss your fine ass, mama." He laughed, running his tongue along his lips in a seductive manner, as if tasting her already. Dakota felt a rush of desire course through her as Jey's words hung in the air, the promise of things to come exciting her in way she couldn't wait to explore.
âI miss you too bub.â
âIma make that pussy squirt when I come back.â
Dakota's eyes widened in shock as she shouted, "Joshua!" His choice of words made her blush, and she hated that she liked it, but she couldn't resist it.
âIâm just saying ko, I canât till Iâm fucking you on my balcony and you tell me you love me while Iâm in it.â He licked at his lips once more staring at Dakota through the phone undressing her with his eyes.
He was like a ravenous lion, eagerly waiting to devour her. He couldn't control his insatiable appetite for her, and the intensity in his words made it clear that he meant every single one of them.
âCanât wait to get back and look at the faces you make while Iâm in it. Tell me how deep my dick in yoâ pussy bae.â
âJoshua fatu if you donât stop!â Dakota glared at the phone rolling her eyes playfully.
This was the one thing she hated when he got drunk he became so horny.
Flashback over
âAnd that ainât all he did Ko ko he said he wanted to stick a straw in yoâ what yâall talking about?â Jey asked as he approached the kitchen he came behind Dakota. she felt Jey's strong arms wrap around her, his breath on her neck sending a shiver down her spine. Dakota's breath hitched as she felt Jey's lips meet her skin, his touch gentle yet possessive. She turned to face him, her eyes locking with his as she tried to gather her thoughts.
"Nothing," Dakota replied, her voice a hushed whisper as she looked up into Jey's eyes. She then leaned forward, her lips brushing softly against his before she pulled back, turning away from him. Josh stood silently beside her, his plate in hand and his arm draped casually around Dakota's lower back and hips. She leaned slightly into his touch, their bodies pressing lightly against each other as they both focused their attention on their meals.
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Dakota stepped out of the pool gracefully, droplets of water sliding slowly along her toned body, highlighting every curve. Her long braids clung to her wet skin, sending small rivulets of water running down her back. As she walked towards Jey, her breasts bounced and jiggled, their fullness evident even through the thin fabric of her swimsuit. Her ass swayed with each step, the curve of her hip accentuated by the damp fabric hugging her shape.
As the sun descended slowly, the captivating sight unfolded before my eyes. The palm trees danced in the chilly breeze, while birds soared gracefully alongside buzzing insects.
After dinner Josh had took his brothers home and came back and wanted to get in the pool before it got dark so him and Dakota decided to dip in.
He had a large wide pool in his backyard and he always wanted Dakota to get in it everytime she visited but she always declined.
Dakota smirked slightly as she walked towards Jey, his gaze fixed on her as he motioned for her to take a seat on his lap. "Why are you just staring at me?" she teased, her voice laced with amusement as her hips swayed seductively. Jey grinned mischievously, his hand patting his thigh invitingly. "Am I not allowed to admire my beautiful ass women?" he replied, his eyes roaming over her form appreciatively.
âI mean can you?â Dakota said With a teasing smile, Dakota straddled Jey's lap, wrapping her legs around his waist and pulling him close. As their bodies connected, she felt a jolt of pleasure run through her as she became fully aware of just how close they were. Her heart raced as she felt Jey's breath on her neck, his hands moving to gently grip her hips. "Mmm," she moaned softly, her body already eager for what was to come.
âMmhm you gon let daddy make you squirt on this dick later huh?â Josh smirked while Dakota's breath caught in her throat as Josh smirked at her, his fingers slowly undoing her swimsuit top. Her eyes followed the fabric as it pooled at her feet, leaving her exposed and vulnerable under his gaze. As he leaned in, licking at her areola, she couldn't help but let out a soft moan.
The sexual tension was high and Joshua wanted to be the first to set anything off. He always wanted to be in demand and Dakota gracefully let him because he did it so smooth and gentle.
"Mhm, you don't even have to ask, baby," Dakota replied, a mischievous smile playing at the corners of her lips. With a confident smirk, Josh began to slowly undress her, revealing her generous curves and lush body. She shuddered under his gaze, his eyes trailing hungrily over every inch of her. "I'm all yours, do your worst,â she teased, biting her lower lip in anticipation.
Leaning in Dakota embraced him with a kiss which turned into a much more intimate kiss and intense one as they explored each others mouth. Tongue kissing with his hand sneaking towards her pussy to rub at it softly.
But before anything could go any further his phone rang which made Dakota stopped but he pulled her back in.
âJosh your phone is ringing.â
âSo let it ring,â he said with a shrug as he pulled away from kissing her. Just as he did, his phone began to ring again, causing him to let out an exasperated huff.
âJosh just answer the phone it might be your mom.â
âMan it ainât her she be sleep by 6.â The frustration in Jey's voice was palpable as he snatched up his phone. "Man, what?" he snapped into the phone, his annoyance radiating through the air. Dakota could see the tension in his body, his jaw clenched tight as he gritted out the words. She could feel the anger brewing inside him.
"Who is it, Jey?" she asked softly, grabbing her bra strap to cover her chest.
Jey sighed heavily, his annoyance turning to exhaustion. "It's Jimmy ," he muttered.
âAye donât be answering the phone because you was tryna get freaky and canât!â Jimmy shouted loudly over the phone, as Dakota could hear him and burst into laughter.
âUce what you want?â Jey asked already annoyed with his brother.
âI was calling to tell you to bring the drinks tomorrow for momâs family get together and did you get the outfit ma got for Koko!â
âFuck I forgot about that and yeah I got it she can fit it but thatâs all you called to tell me about some damn drinks Jonathan?â
âUhh yeah now get some rest and stop tryna get ya dick wet!â
As Jimmy opened his mouth to speak, Jey abruptly ended the call. Letting out a sigh, Jey leaned back in his chair, while Dakota looked down at him with a curious expression.
âWhat did he want?â
âTo get some drinks first tomorrow.â
âOh I almost forgot about your motherâs gathering she invited me too Iâm so nervous.â Dakota expressed fidgeting with her hands.
Dakota was feeling incredibly anxious about meeting his mother. She was unsure whether she would approve of her, and she worried about making a good first impression. All she wanted was to excel in every situation, including meeting new people.
âKo baby, you ainât got nun to be nervous about sheâs going to love just as much as I do. I mean my brothers like you so thatâs plus.â Jey reassured her which made her feel a little at ease.
âI got you aight?â He gazed up at her with reassuring eyes, offering both comfort and a sense of security.
âOkay.â She sighed softly before getting up from the chair she walked towards the sliding doors to inside the house she dropped her bra down on the floor along with her bottoms. He naked silhouette in clear vision to him.
âIâm going to shower you coming?â She looked back at him slightly her breast sitting nicely with her freshly waxed pussy soaked.
âHell yeah!â Joshua replied back jumping up before throwing her over his shoulder bridle style running into the stairs as Dakota giggled.
âJoshua put me down!â
NEXT MORNING
âThat's it...you gon' take all this dick...you know it's yours." Jey coached on as he fucked Dakota in collapsed doggy. Grabbing at her hair he pushed her head down further as he went deeper her ass cheeks clapping against him.
âJeyyyyy.â Dakota screamed into the sheets as he went harder each stroke his hand firm on her neck to hold him up as he fucked her harder.
Dakota layed on her stomach, his dick sliding deeply in and out of her pussy as her walks clenched around him. Milking every drop as he crushed her body.
âUn huh you a nasty ass slut huh mama?Tell Daddy how that dick feel, baby, talk to me,â
Dakota fingers scratched at the sheets her eyes brewing with tears as he pulled her head up to look into the mirror infront of them he watched as he smiled while devouring her hole, gold grills peeking through, his tattooed chest heaving up and down with sweat all over him.
The two had been going at it all morning staring from 7 to now 9 am, & Joshua had no attempt of letting up whatsoever. And Dakota loved she craved it.
Nobody could fuck her like he could.
âIt feel so good daddy.â Dakota moaned out biting her bottom lip she felt herself clenching around him indicating she was about to come, she felt his dick twitch inside her indicating he also was close very close at that.
Jey bit his lips looking at Dakotaâs ass and then to the mirror, hips automatically going sloppy looking at her fucked out face.
âyou look so fuckin pretty Ko, just like that.â He breaths and starts pounding harder, slapping her ass.
âFuck I love this pussy.â
âg-gonna cum!â She whimpered out against the sheets, line of spit from the white sheets to her lips.
âI know baby come on this fucking dick.â Loud clapping and sticky plap sounds were heard and soon, she was squealing and splashing sounds were heard too as she squirted over his dick and into the covers.
With a swift and graceful motion, Joshua flipped Dakota onto her back, pinning her wrists down beside her head. She moaned softly, her body arching beneath him as he leaned down, claiming her lips with his in a passionate kiss. Her legs wrapped around him, pulling him closer, as the heat between them ignited.
âGood morning baby.â Dakota breathed out with a small chuckle staring back up at Jey.
âGood morning beautiful, you good? I shouldâve went to hard on you.â He said as he noticed how red her cheeks from her crying tears of pleasure.
âBaby itâs okay you know I like that.â Dakota said shyly.
"Don't matter, still should've gone harder," Joshua muttered, his brows furrowing as he reached for his boxers. Dakota stood up, her 5â3 â frame coming up short compared to his 6â2 stature. She watched as Joshua slid his boxers up, his muscular physique flexing as he pulled them into place.
The melodious chirping of the birds filled the air, drifting in through the open window as the radiant sun ascended in the sky, casting its golden rays through the billowing curtains.
âIâm going to shower you coming?â Dakota asked before walking into the bathroom.
âYeah come on.â
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Brown Sugar got me open now I want some more
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Stick out my tongue and I'm 'bout ready to hit this gritty pretty bitty with my sisters
As D'Angelo's smooth vocals echoed through the room, Dakota was getting dressed looking into the mirror to make sure she looked okay.
âKo you ready?â Joshua asked impatiently. He had been ready for the last hour, and she was still getting ready. They were already running late for their visit to his mother's house.
âYes, baby how do I look?â Dakota turned around doing a 360 showing her off her dress which showcased her cleavage a bit at the top.
The couple were matching with his family traditional Samoa Tribal MÄori shirt which went along with her dress and design.
âBaby you look beautiful I donât why you keep stressing.â Jey answered getting up from the bed he wrapped his arms around Dakota staring into her eyes.
âYou sure?â
âYes Iâm sure Ko, you the finest woman I know. Witcho fine ass.â Dakota's cheeks flushed with a faint red as Joshua showered her in affectionate compliments, her smile widening with each word. Feeling his lips on her neck, she let out a soft sigh, her eyes fluttering shut as she reveled in the moment.
âNow letâs gon and leave because if Jon call me one more time ima get mad.â Joshua chuckled grabbing Dakota hand leading them down the stairs towards the garage he opened the door for her letting her in first.
âSuch a gentleman.â Dakota smiled as he closed the door and ran over to the other side and hopped in staring the car he pressed on the garage opener backing out.
His Mothers Home
âFinally yâall ass made it.â Jonathan shouted out as he walked outside his motherâs when Josh pulled into the drive way.
"Finally yâall ass made it," Jonathan shouted out, his frustration evident as he stepped out onto the stoop. Joshua pulled into the driveway, his gaze on the horizon and his expression weary. "Took you long enough," Jonathan added, a hint of amusement in his tone. Dakota leaned against Joshua, a faint smile playing on her lips. "We're here now," she said softly, feeling a sense of warmth in the familiarity of the moment.
With a roll of his eyes, Joshua stepped out of the car, his gaze meeting Jonathan's as he spoke. "Man, it ain't my fault Ko was taking all day," he said, his tone teasingly accusatory. Dakota gave a small giggle as she smoothed out her dress, feeling Joshua's familiar gaze on her. "What can I say? I'm a diva," she teased, her smile widening as she brushed a strand of hair behind her ear. Joshua's amused grin only widened at her words, his affection for her evident in his every glance.
âAye donât blame nun on my sis in law!â
As jey went to open the trunk to grab the drink Jonathan helped Dakota out the car closing the door. He could tell she was nervous by the look on her face and he laughed.
âYou nervous?â
Dakota's voice trembled with worry as she turned to Jon. âI mean, what if she doesn't like me?â Her anxiety gripped her even tighter now that they were here.
âYou sound just like trin when she met my mother 10 years ago she was nervous just like you and my mom liked the min she met her so you donât have anything to worry about girl.â Jonathan comforted Dakota, drawing a parallel between her nervousness and that of Trin when she first met his mother a decade ago. He assured Dakota that she had nothing to worry about because his family was warm and welcoming, just like they were with Trin. His words were meant to reassure Dakota and alleviate her anxiety about meeting his family.
âTrust me sheâll like you.â
âOkay and thank you him seriously you kinda helped.â Dakota smiled softly at him.
âNo problem sister in law now letâs go meet the fam!â He added wigh excitement.
âAye man are you gon help me or just keep talking uce?!â Joshua shouted while struggling to carry the drinks to the door.
âFor you to be the strongest twin you sure canât hold shit give it to me.â Jimmy snatched the drinks from Jey walking towards the door he kicked it opened with his foot with Jey and Dakota trailing behind him.
The sound of the Maze band being played boosted throughout the home as Dakota fiddled with her fingers becoming anxious.
As Jey made his way inside, his mother's voice echoed through the house. "I figured that was you coming inside," she said, descending the stairs to greet him.
âHey my baby.â She embraced him into a tight hug. He had been on the road so long she missed her son along with his other two brothers.
âJoshua is this the beautiful woman youâre always talking to me about?â She asked glancing over at Dakota as she stood next to him with his arm around her.
"Yeah, this is the Dakota I was telling you about," he said with a shy smile as he proudly introduced Dakota to his mother.
âItâs finally nice to meet you honey.â
âSame here Mrs.fatu.â Dakota smiled softly.
âOh honey you donât have to call me that just call me Lin.â She waved off embracing Dakota into a hug.
âWell come on in donât be shy , Joshua you go help your cousins finish setting up the tables in the back and Iâll take her in the kitchen.â
âYes maâma! Baby you gon be okay?â Josh asked Dakota to make sure she would be fine because he could tell she was still a little anxious.
âBoy sheâll be fine now gon on!â Lin waved him off as he put his hands in surrender walking away with a hug smile on his face.
"Boy, she'll be fine now, go on!â Lin insisted, waving him off with a smirk. "Alright alright Iâm gone!â He flashed a playful smile as he strolled away, leaving Dakota and his mother alone in the hallway.
As they reached the kitchen, Joshua's mother greeted them warmly, her eyes twinkling with love, her voice soft as she spoke, "Come, dear, let me introduce you to the rest of the family." As Dakota followed her lead, she could feel the warmth and familiarity of family surrounding her, feeling a sense of belonging as she took in the scene.
Upon meeting the rest of his family, Dakota began to feel a sense of ease. Their warm welcome and genuine affection made her feel like she truly belonged, particularly with his mother, who seemed to take great delight in Dakota's presence.
As the sun dipped toward the horizon, casting a warm glow, the time was approaching 7 pm and the party was still going strong, with a few people starting to head home. The rest of the family was engrossed in a lively game of spades, enjoying drinks, while the women engaged in animated conversations.
Feeling arms around her Dakota felt a kiss on her cheek and the smell of Jeys cologne. âYou good ko.â
With a faint blush on her cheeks, Dakota felt a sense of warmth and affection as Joshua pulled her into a tight embrace. Her eyes fluttered shut momentarily as she felt his lips brush against her cheek, the familiar scent of his cologne washing over her. Wrapping her arms around his waist, she cuddled into his chest, feeling a surge of love and comfort that only he could provide. "Mhm," she murmured softly, her voice muffled against his chest as she leaned into his embrace. "I'm good as long as you're by my side."
âGood cause Iâm gon be here forever.â He replied meaning every word.
âToday was so fun they were actually so lovely babe you were right.â
âTold you theyâll like you.â Joshua smiled the two watching as the sun continued to rise down.
âIma go help my ma with the dishes Iâll be back.â Jey kissed her cheek before running off back into the house leaving Dakota in the backyard.
While Dakota stood and continued to watch the sun she felt a presence behind her and turned around being met with someone she felt familiar with.
âDakota?â
Dakota was surprised to see who was approaching. "Joe?" she exclaimed. "I can't believe it! It's been at least two years since I last saw you!
âSame here.â He walked towards her even closer closing the gap in between them he looked over not believing how good she looked. âYou look good as always.â
âWell thank you! You donât look to bad yourself might I add, What brings you here!â She asked.
âThis is my aunt families get together.â
âWait Jeyâs your cousin?â
Nodding his head yes he laughed at how confused Dakota face was. âHe didnât tell you huh?â
âNo not at all!â
Dakota was shocked to say the least she never knew they were cousins I mean Joe had never mentioned them when he used to date her cousin Deandre two years ago and he met their family.
Now here she was just now finding out.
"What a small world, huh?" She mused. She tilted her head up, a mischievous glint in her eyes as she met his gaze. âYeah a real small world," joe teased, a giggle escaping from her lips.
Before anyone could gather another word out Joshua watched closely from inside the house jealously glinting inside him.
He watched as Dakota and his cousin Joe formally known as Roman reigns conversed outside.
He had three reasons for not allowing Dakota to meet Roman. He was familiar with his cousin and his behavior. Since they were children, Roman had always pursued anything Joshua was interested in. It seemed like Roman was currently interested in Dakota, and Joshua was going to be dammed if he let that happen.
âAye uce what you staring at so hard.â Jimmy asked unaware of what was going on till he looked towards where Josh was staring at he sighed.
âAw shit.â He sighed shaking his head as his brother walked outside already knowing this wasnât going to end well.
âYes sheâs doing great acâ before Dakota could finish her sentence Jey came out wrapping his arms around her interrupting their conversation.
Roman's cheerful expression faltered for a moment as he met Jey's gaze, taking in his expression of irritation. But the smile quickly returned, if not a bit more forced this time, as he spoke. "Oh wassup uce, I was just looking for you.â he greeted, his tone light despite the tension in the air. Jey narrowed his eyes, his tone tinged with an edge of annoyance as he responded, "What?" Roman took a deep breath, his smile widening as he looked back at his cousin, undeterred by Jey's frustration.
âOh were you? Cause it fucking look like you all my womanâs face Joe. So tell me what else you looking for?â A wave of anger rushed through Joshua as he registered Roman's words. He stepped forward, pushing Dakota behind him in a protective gesture as his eyes flared with irritation. "Huh what was it?â he asked, his voice low and dangerous as he locked eyes with Roman. His fists clenched at his sides, and Dakota's hand instinctively reached out to rest on his arm, trying to soothe him.
Dakota intervened, saying, "Okay okay, thatâs enough Joshua, stop." She stepped in between the two, gently pushing Josh towards the house and welcoming him inside. They walked together towards the door.
Stoping in her tracks Dakota turned around to face Joshua to his face. âJoshua wtf is wrong with you!â
âWhatâs wrong with me? Nah more like fuck wrong with him ko you donât know him like I do.â
âAnd what is that supposed to mean.â
âIt means he tryna fuck on you ko! He does that shit Everytime I bring someone around him.â
âOh so you bring other girls around huh?â She stoped back crossing her arms over her shoulders glaring back at him.
âDakota thatâs not what I meant.â Jeyâs voice softened as he attempted to grab Dakota but she pushed him away.
âNo that she exactly wtf you meant Joshua!â She shouted bringing attention to the few people in the house as they stared to advert their attention on them.
Jonathan heard the two inside arguing he made his way inside the house to calm the situation as best as possible.âaye wth going on now?â
âYour brother is being a complete jealous bitch right now.â Dakota snapped.
âOh so ima a bitch? Man fuck you Dakota real shit uce.â Jey threw back at her before Jon got in between them.
âAye aye yâall cut this shit out!â
âNo because heâs jealous and acting an ass for no reason all because I talked to Joe.â
As Jonathan stood there, it suddenly struck him like a bolt of lightning. In that moment, he finally understood the source of their argument. It appeared that conflicts like this would persist as long as Josh continued to bring anyone into Roman's presence.
âNah I just know he wanna fuck you Dakota why caâ.â Before Joshua could finish anything he felt his phone going off with notifications from Instagram, iMessage and twitter.
He grabbed his phone out his pocket putting in the code he went to Instagram to see he was tagged in a post.
He felt his heart dropped like someone had stabbed him. He couldnât believe what he was seeing most of all what Dakota would say when she saw it.
âWhat? What is it.â Dakota asking before snatching the phone from Joshua she read the post.
Then thatâs when everything became a blur to her as she felt her heart drop a million miles she couldnât feel her fingers as she dropped the phone on the floor.
Dakota could feel her heart plummet, the world around her fading into a blur. Her body tensed as if preparing for impact, and time seemed to slow down to a crawl. With a faint tremble in her fingers, she lost her grip on the phone, watching helplessly as it slipped from her grasp and clattered onto the floor. She was paralyzed in place, unable to move or speak, the weight of the situation suffocating her. It was as if everything around her was fading away, leaving her alone with her thoughts and Joshua's fierce gaze.
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âKo, baby I swear I diâ YOU FUCKING LIAR!â Dakota shouted out at him with tears streaming down her face with rage.
âY-you told me you would never post my fucking nudes Joshua!â
As Dakota stood with teary eyes, Joshua's voice rang out, filled with desperation. "Dakota, I swear, I ain't post that shit." he insisted, his tone tinged with anger. She turned to face him, her trembling body a palpable reflection of her inner turmoil.
Dakota's tear-streaked face twisted in anguish as she whispered, "I trusted you." Joshua stood before her in silence, his heart heavy with regret. He took a hesitant step toward her, wanting to offer comfort, but before he could speak, she lashed out and slapped him hard across the face.
âI fucking hate you! I swear I do Joshua.â
"Ko, you don't mean that," Jey denied her claims, fully aware that deep down she didn't mean what she said.
As tears streamed down Dakota's face, her words spilled out in a heated eruption. "No I do I fucking hate you I canât you did that shit.â she seethed, her expression filled with anger and hurt. "I hate you with all my damn heart!" she hurled at him, her emotions teetering on the edge. Jey tried to follow her, his movements halted by Jimmy's firm grip, his face contorting with frustration. "Just let her go uce.â Jimmy urged, his voice calm and steady as he held Jey back. "She needs time to process what she's feeling."
Just like that in seconds everything was gone.
The one thing he valued the most gone in an instant.
To be continuedâŠ..
Hey my baby dolls! So I know this chapter was long and Iâm sorry I know some reader may not like long chapters so I apologize.
But I know yâall mad at how I ended things I knowwww but next chapter is a little better I promise!
Like always stay blessed and thank you for tuning in! Niyah out đ
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Letâs say Levi has a crush on reader but someone else also is pursuing reader. This someone else could be on a similar level to Levi but not necessarily his friend. I just more like to see what people think Levi would act like if he finally talks himself into pursuing reader but turns out he has âcompetitionâ in a way
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How are you?! Sorry for the late reply! Don't thank me for answering! Thank you for coming to my blog and asking.
Mh, LOVE IT. You know⊠have you listened to the song "You Belong With Me" by Taylor Swift? Haha, well, that's Levi LMAO.
I feel, with a hand on my heart, y'all know I love this man, but he simply cannot compete with someone in any field related to social implications. Has Levi finally talked himself into pursuing someone and trying to get his feelings across? Great, he thinksâI'll clarifyâHE THINKS that he's being rather OBVIOUS. Maybe for those who know him, they would also notice Levi is interested in this person because he's not behaving like his regular self. But for the poor reader he's trying to court? ⊠he's simply being nice HAHA.
This man would think that stopping by that person's job (if they have a bakery, tea shop, etc., for example) regularly, buying, and having a very small chit-chat is "flirting." He thinks that, if this person is a scout, asking them if they need anything from downtown or if they want a tea is CLEAR that he wants something with them. No.
So if someone else is pursuing the person he loves and has more social skills than him (which is not something hard to have), there's a high chance that person would take the lead in the "race for the reader's heart." Maybe they are more outgoing, charismatic, extroverted, etc., and they take the lead. Levi would be jealous, 100%. He would get grumpy, angry, etc., but always at himself.
I can picture him muttering and cursing at himself under his breath while working, "I'm an idiot, I'm stupid. YoUr HaIR DoESn't lOOk ThAt ShITTy toDAY," mocking his own voice, and then groaning in frustration. "⊠my mom must have dropped me as a baby or Kenny's kicks really damaged my brain. I can't be this stupid," realizing that this other person says "smooth shit," as he would call it, and he simply can't.
Especially because Levi's love language is acts of service⊠mixed with degradation lmao. "Give that, you're going to drop it," and he will carry stuff for them. "You look like shit, tch, just sit down, I'll do it," and he brews them a tea and brings them something to eat.
Levi is a grower in people. I can 100% see him having feelings for this person for months, years perhaps. Maybe they even consider and go for a relationship with Levi's competitor, and it doesn't work out, etc., and they have grown close to Levi. Something he says or does makes the reader snap and say, "⊠are you flirting with me, Captain?"
Levi would look stoic as ever but slightly defeated mixed with embarrassment and say, "Yeah, for the past year. Thank you for finally noticing."
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Levi alone in his office: "Can't you see that I'm the one who understands you? Been here all along. So, why can't you see? You belong with me."
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The casual type: 02 . The guys are annoying
Pairing: Min Yoongi x fem!readerÂ
Wordcount: 3,252 words
Genre ( for the whole series ): AU. College!verse. Strangers to friends with benefits to ?????. Eventual smut. Hurt / comfort at times. And fluff for cute friends.Â
Summary:Â
( Series ) âą Hobi and his girlfriend set you up with a friend of hers to help with whatever happened months back. However, no one really expected things to end the way they did.
( Ep. 02 ) âą Deciding to move on from the blind date, you go to a party with your friends expecting to have some fun, but things take a turn after a confession is made. More warnings under read more.
Warnings ( for this chapter ): People drinking. People fighting, don't worry, no one gets hurt physically, just some feelings. So I guess also: some angst and comfort.
Author's note: Last chapter hit 100 notes yesterday, so I thought Iâd drop this as a thank you to all who commented, liked and reblogged, it means a lot <3 Let me know what you think about this one and as always, thank you for reading!
Hearing Ms. Han talk about the syllabus and grading system is particularly boring today. Not only have you heard and read pretty much the same information numerous times just the first week of your second year at university, but friday night's events keep replaying in your head and provide much better entertainment.
Until you get to the part where Yoongi rejects you and walks you back into the bar, of course.
Frustrated scribbles appear on your notebook once again and you add little question marks around it for good measure. An accurate representation of your emotion, perhaps you can turn it in as one of your assignments this semester.
At lunch, you make your way to the cafeteria, joining Jimin and Taehyung at your usual table in the corner right by the big windows. They acknowledge your presence with a smile in your direction and you return it sitting down.
âHow was your date last friday?â Jimin is the first to ask, but you know both want to know.
âAs good as blind dates go,â keeping details out is your strategy.
But Taehyung isnât having it. âWhat did you guys talk about? Did you dance?â
Thankfully Hoseok and Jungkook arrive to your rescue, the youngest one leaving a food tray in front of you before taking a seat to your right. Neither of you remembers exactly when it started, but sometime in highschool you agreed that whoever arrived first would get lunch for the both of you.
âMai wants to know if you guys want to go to a party on friday.â
âIf you guys go, Iâll go,â is always Taeâs answer.
âWhose party? The sports guys are throwing one too and not to be biased bââ
âYouâre biased, but we forgive you,â Jimin interjects Jungkook and everyone laughs because is true.
âWell, it's the first party of the semester so itâll be epic. I think we should go.â
Parties organized by a bunch of athletes wouldnât be your thing if only for the fact that your best friend is a member of the soccer team and the group pretty much gets a special invite by association.
âShe says thatâs fine if she is allowed to come,â Hobi says, eyes still on his phone. âAnd if she can bring someone, a student here.â
Jungkok nods, âJust give me their names to put them on the list for nice drinks.â
âShe has a friend that goes here? Why havenât we been introduced?â Jimin asks before you can.
âYeah, Yoongi. He just transferred.â
Your head picks up at the name. Looking at Hobi to ask why he didnât let you on that information when they set up the date. Before you kissed him and got rejected making a fool of yourself.
âWait, wasnât that yourââÂ
âI have to go check something about my room assignment,â you stand up before Tae can finish his question. Or starts an interrogation, per se. âSee you later.â
There are things you actually have to do, so you donât feel completely bad about running away from the conversation. And maybe this school year you should add making a female friend to your vision board because having to deal with a bunch of guys keeps proving to be difficult at times.
Quicker than you would like, friday rolls around and so does the afternoon and the party. Jungkook reminds in the group chat that someone has to drive you since heâs busy helping with setting up and Hobi replies with a time you should be ready at, so he can pick you up after going to Maiâs.
You sit cross-legged on the bed your roommate is supposed to occupy doing your make-up, different products set around you trying to decide what, and even if, you should add something else. With a dramatic sight, you declare that as another reason why having a roommate (and hopefully a friend) to share the place with, would be nice. For now, Jimin is the best help you can get and your phone buzzes with his answer to the pic you just sent, telling you to add the sparkly eye shadow he helped you choose last time at the mall. You thank him and do as told.
While putting everything away, wasting time while waiting for Hobi, the red translucent tub of cherry lip gloss caughts your eyes and before you can start another indecisive spiral that would need Jimin's help, you apply it to your lips and throw it into your bag just in case. Telling yourself that youâve decided to be open to whatever life gave you even before the kiss with Yoongi happened, and a university party is the first place you should be prepared for anything.
Relief washes over you when Yoongi isnât in the car with Mai and Hobi, glad you donât have to spend time with him around the cavity-induced couple. And Mai calms your curiosity about her friendâs whereabouts even when you donât wonder out loud, saying he is already there.
You hang out with your friends for a couple of hours, but getting nasty looks from the ones who are trying their luck with them turns from funny to annoying rather quickly tonight, and you wonder if it is going to get worse as the semesters go on. Or maybe is you who is becoming less immune to it all.
âCan I get you a refill, sweetie?â recognizing the voice is the only reason you arenât mad at the pet name straight away. Instead, the corners of your mouth turn up into a smile.
âIf you would be so kind, please.â
And he is. Bogum always is. You met him last year, and even after turning down a date invitation because you thought he was making fun of you, he didnât push, nor stop talking to you or being nice, like others of his teammates have done after rejection. Bo is kind, and sometimes you wish he would invite you out again.
While Bogum reaches the fridgeâs door and takes a bottle of beer, you take the rest of the one in your hand and leave the empty bottle on the counter the basketball player was just leaning in.
He opens the beer with the help of his keyring before handing it to you. âHere you go.â
âThanks.â
âNo problem, sweetie,â he smiles, dimple flashing. âOh, your eyes sparkle!â
You giggle at the surprise in his voice. âYeah, is the eyeshadow. Isnât it cute?â
âYes. They are.â
Is your turn to be surprised, turning away in an attempt to hide your blush, and mentally thanking Jimin for his advice. Maybe tonight would end withâ
Yoongi?
Brown eyes look your way from the other side of the kitchen island. Closing the alcohol bottle, he nods when they catch yours. âHey.â
âHey.â
âOh, hey,â Boâs attention is finally taken away from you, âYoongiâs new, he is trying for the team. This isââ
âY/nâ Yoongi finishes.
âYou know each other?â
âSomething like that. His friend is Hobiâs girlfriend,â you explain before Yoongi can say anything else.
âMai?â You nod, and the next question is directed at Yoongi. âSo, are you like⊠close with Hoseok and the guys?â
âMostly Hobi, but yes, I would say we are friends.â
âO-okay,â Bo nods twice in understanding, before excusing himself to check on the drinks supply outside and leaving you two alone in the kitchen. Is not even his teamâs party, so you find it a little odd at first before blaming it on his kind personality, and assuming he is probably just helping.
Sipping your beer, your eyes lose Bogum in the crowd and go back to Yoongi and his grin behind the red cup.
âWhat?â
âNothing,â he dismissed, but the feeling of you missing out on something is even bigger now.
âWhy do you look like the Cheshire cat, then?â
âOf all the cats you had to compare me to him?â he makes a face, as if that is the most important thing now. âHe is creepy.â
âSpill it out. You clearly know something.â
âOh⊠you donât?â
Eyes narrowed, canât tell if he is making fun of you or not. Is frustrating. Not only him but the feeling of being out of the loop. Thatâs the only thing you hate sometimes about hanging just with the guys, when they get all secretly about their hookups and what not, changing the topic when you are in the room. You get it, they get nervous and respect you, even overprotect you with those things, but it doesn't matter how hard they try, or maybe you just got really good at it, you still catch their silent communication. The looks thrown that mean an inside joke.
âBoys are annoying,â you murmur, frustrated.
âSo you do know? He just cares about you.â
âWho?â
âHobiâŠ?â
âWhat?â confusion lasts a few seconds, washed away when the conversation with Bogum plays back in your head. The mention of Hobi before he excused himself. AndâŠ
Oh.
Oh, no.
Heck no.
Feet move before you realize, Yoongiâs voice feeding out as you push past people who donât seem to even notice and just a couple who throw you an annoyed look when you walk between them. You donât care, the only thing on your mind is finding your friend.
And there he is, in the middle of the improvised dance floor that is normally a living room. âCome with me,â you request pulling on his arm.
âDid something happen? Are you okay?â
You don't answer, reserving explanations until you're in the hallway away from the music.
âY/n, what happened?â
âWhat did you say to him?â
âTo whom?â
âBogum. What did you tell him?â
âI-I don't know,â Hoseok is avoiding your eyes now, a clear indication of being caught on something. âWhat did he say?â
âWell,â trying to calm down, you take a breath before continuing, âhe said my eyes are pretty and thenââÂ
âWhat happened?â Asks Jimin, appearing at the hallwayâs entrance followed by Taehyung.
âAre you fighting? Why are you fighting?â
âHoseok did something and doesn't want to tell me,â perhaps having the others on your side to put pressure on the dancer would be a good strategy.
âWhat did you do?â Taehyung asks and not even three seconds of silence go by before he continues, âoh⊠she found out.â
âYou knew?!â To heck being calm. âYou were all on it? What's wrong with you guys?!â
âIt's all on me, don't blame them.â Hobi defenses, his voice much softer than yours.
âNo, no. Even if we found out after, we agreed it was a good idea, babe. I'm sorry.â Jimin corrects, and an apology by Tae follows.
âWhat did you say to him?â You insist.
âListen, after that night,â Hoseok begins, referring to that spring night you cried in his living room until your head hurt and then some more because of the headache. Just the memory makes you squirm a little. âI knew something went on with one of them, and I knew you wouldn't tell me but also that I couldn't let it happen again. That I wasn't going to let it happen. SoâŠâ he pauses, looking at the others before coming back to you, âI told them to better not get close to you.â
Your mouth opens and closes a few times in shock, âTo the whole team?!â Is your first question because, well, is he insane?
âI guess? It was at practice so most of them were there.â
âAnd the ones who weren't found out later. Word travels fast and even faster if it's about someone threatening to break their noses for messing with a girl.â Taehyung adds, taking your attention away from Hobi.
âIs that what this is about? Me being a girl?â You argue, âbecause that's bullshit! And misogynistic. Why can you go to parties and kiss whoever without me making a big deal? Why do you get to tell people to not talk to me, and they actually listen, but I have to sit in class hearing about my hot friends? Or even give advice on how to talk with you guys?â Glancing around at them, your arms fall to your sides, defeated, âDo you have any idea how many people have tried to befriend me just so they could be close to you?â
Three pairs of eyes are on you, making you incredibly aware of the volume of your voice over the music playing through the walls, being a few rooms over making it softer than in the living room, and you can't tell if it's the alcohol or the anger making you go on that rant, the only thing that you're sure about is the pain on your chest and the tears threatening to fall.
Ever the proudest, you refuse to cry in front of them. Not this time.
âWhatever. Go back to shove your tongue down someone's throat and then don't tell me about it.â Pushing between Jimin and Taehyung you leave your friends in the hallway, holding your beer in a fist to prepare to cross the sea of sweaty people once more.
The breeze of cold air is interrupted, and you complain out loud, sure that the probably drunk student isn't going to pay attention anyway.
You're sitting on the sidewalk in front of the soccer house, hands on your knees and head on top of them, thinking about calling Jungkook and asking him to take you home. Good thing you didn't freak out on him.Â
But maybe you should. He probably knew too.
You groan again, lifting your head ready to ask whoever to move so you can keep enjoying the night's breeze and calm down, but your complaint stays in your throat when Yoongi and his leather jacket welcome you to reality.
âFor a second I thought you were sleeping,â left corner of his mouth curves up slightly.
âIt would be a nightmare.â
âAre you saying that because is me or because of whatever happened inside?â You don't answer, and he continues, âHobi is looking for you.â
âYeah? And he sent you over? Apparently you're best friends now.â The annoyance in your voice is even surprising to you, so when his smile fades you don't blame him.
âHe just told me to keep an eye out for you, tell him if I saw you.â
âYou did?â You gesture to the phone in his hand.
âNot yet. I wanted to apologize first.â
Another pause, and you don't move while he sits down by your side.
After Hobiâs confession and the fact that Yoongi appeared to know back in the kitchen, you wonder if your friend also said something to him, if that's the reason he pushed you away last week.
âI don't need an apology, I just want people to be honest,â you look at him, âcan you do that?âÂ
âI want to give you one, though. So, I'm sorry,â he offers, sincerely âand yes, I promise to be honest.â
âThank you.â The wind blows your hair, and you tuck it back behind your ear before questioning, âDid he threaten you too? Is that what the apology is about? why you said you couldn't do casual with me?â
âKind of. I mean, he didn't ask me to stay away, he and Mai planned the date, after all,â is true so you nod. âBut he told me about what he did and why he did it, and I⊠I couldn't bring myself to have something like that with you and it turning out bad.â
âBecause you are scared of Hobi?â You scoff. Stupid boys.
âNo. Because I didn't want you to get hurt.â He looks at you, âI don't know the details, but for Hobi to act like that it sounded like it was bad, whatever happened. And I'm just a guy, but I've had my heart broken too and don't want to cause that pain to anyone.â
âI'm not gonna get my heart broken because you don't want something serious, Yoongi.â Yes, you were upset he cut you off that day, but he told you he didn't want a relationship since the beginning so you knew not to take it seriously. To take responsibility if you did.
âStill. You can't really be mad if people try to look out for you, can you?â
âIs⊠is not that. Is about people not even letting me make my own choices,â you correct. âIs authoritarian and patronizing. And coming from my friends? It feels like they don't even know me.â
âI seeâŠâ Yoongi gives you a small smile that makes you realize the tiny pout on your lips. âBut as someone who has been on bad nights with his best friend crying over stupid boys, sometimes it feels impotent and we want to make it all better. Even if that means threatening the whole university.â
âAre you on their side, then?â
âI'm just saying that I understand both sides. And that guys can be erratic and dumb when it comes to protecting the people we care about. But, if you ask me, you have the right to call us out. Because again, we are dumb,â that gets a smile from you.
âI think I got too far, though,â you admit, feeling bad now. Yoongi is right, even if it was dumb, your friends had good intentions. They just need a better way of protecting you.
âI heard you guys fought.â
âMore like I screamed at them and ran off.â
âWas that on purpose? So they would be worried?â
âWhat? No. Of course not.â You're quick to deny, the simple idea of it is absurd to you.
âWell, then maybe you should answer their calls and tell them you're okay. They are worried about you.â
And that seems to be the night's theme, but you're confused because your phone hasn't been ringing all this time. Wondering if perhaps you accidentally put it on silent, you take it out of your bag only to realize the battery is dead.
âDamn it.â
âHere,â Yoongi offers you his, Hobiâs contact information on the screen.
âThanks,â you smile, calling and putting the phone against your ear, covering the other one so you can hear over the noises around the garden.
âHey, did you see her? Can you stayââ
âHey,â you cut him off, âis me.â
âOh, is her!â Mai's content voice after he announced is barely audible and you're glad she was by his side. But also feel bad about worrying her too. âWhere are you? Are you okay?â
âI'm fine. I'm outside. I wasn't going to go anywhere else in the middle of the night by myself, I'm not dumb,â oh, you're still angry.
âI know. I know you aren't. I was just worried.â
âI know, I'm sorry.â
âNo, no. I'm sorry, it's my fault. I'm so sorry.â
He sounds genuine and the worry in his voice gets to you, incapable of being as mad as before.
âI⊠think we should talk about it. Like, the whole thing.â You hope he knows you mean including the night months back, âbut not here and not tonight.â
âOf course, whenever you want.â He pauses, âWant me to take you home? Or talk with Bogum and come back?â
You smile at the last suggestion, âThanks, but no. I'll ask Yoongi to take me.â You look at him, still sitting at your side, and he nods.
âWill do. And I'll text him when we arrive.â
âYou heard that?â
âYes. Tell him I say thank you.â
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"One day you will have to tell me how your adversity towards lamb meat has commenced." Hannibal said as he watched Will washing the dishes. He grabbed a towel to dry them.
"We had this lamb." The response came unexpectedly. Hannibal believed Will would just make a snarky remark and change the subject, just like he always did when it came to things that were actually deeply rooted. "When I was a kid, I mean. I named him Popcorn."
Hannibal realized the story wouldn't have a happy ending. "Because of what he looked like or did he actually have a preference for popcorn?"
"Both." Will said and even though Hannibal could not see his expression, he could tell there was a bittersweet smile on his lips. "His mother died soon after he was born. And we became very attached to each other. My mom was very much alive but it's not like it made a difference."
Hannibal felt a note of resentment in Will's tone.
"So you and Popcorn were both lonely. You had that in common."
"Indeed. I learnt to sneak him into my bedroom. He even learnt to be quiet when we were inside. He was quite smart now that I think about it." Will took a break for a few seconds and Hannibal noticed the way his fingers tightened their grip on the dish he was holding, his knuckles turning white. "My dad would often get drunk. I learned that hiding into the barn through the sheep was my only escape."
Hannibal frowned at the image of a young Will have to run away from a drunk violent father. He put down the dish he was drying and opened one of the kitchen cabinets. He grabbed a whiskey bottle and two glasses.
"Your mother was distant and your dad was violent."
"My relationship with my dad improved after my mother left one day. He was more sober. Anyway, doctor, this is not about my relationship with my parents, as much as you would love to hear that." Will said and imagined the way Hannibal was smiling, guilty in charge behind him.
"I love to listen to everything you say, Will. I am not only hearing." Hannibal said. "And then?"
"And then what? Ah, right." Will said and cleared his throat. "Popcorn grew at some point so sneaking him indoors became impossible. His horns were showing and he learnt that he could try them on me. Got a lot of bruises cause I never saw him coming."
"Sounds like you ruined a lot of trousers."
"Oh, trust me, I did. I got into a lot of trouble because of that." Will replied and remembered how many times he had tried to make up excuses about why his pants were so messed up. They were poor, but for as kid it didn't make sense why his parents would get so angry.
"One day I came from school and I wanted to go see Popcorn, just like I usually did. It was raining so my dad insisted that I get inside and see Popcorn after dinner."
Hannibal listened in silence as he felt like the story was approaching its end. "We had dinner and then I sneaked out to go look for Popcorn. And I couldn't find him anywhere. So I asked my dad."
"No." Hannibal heard himself whisper.
Will let out a deep sigh.
"He wasn't sober. He laughed and told me that Popcorn was in my stomach by now."
"Oh, dearest."
"So to answer your question, that is why I don't eat lamb. And to answer your unasked question, yes, I would like a glass of whiskey."
When Hannibal said nothing, Will turned to face him. He hadn't moved an inch since Will had finished his story.
"Are you okay?"
"I imagined this would be the way it would end." Hannibal said. "I am sorry you had to go through all of that. Can I ask you something."
"Yeah?"
"Why did you decide to tell me now about it? You always brush it off."
"I just felt like sharing it. And I knew you wouldn't find it stupid."
"Darling, of course not." Hannibal said as he welcomed Will into his arms. "And it also answers my other curiosity."
"Which is that?" Will said as he buried himself into Hannibal's shoulder.
"I now understand why you don't eat popcorn either."
"Did you make a list of everything I don't eat?"
"Mentally, yes. I pay lots of attention to your preferences."
"I am not even surprised."
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Hummingbird Has Landed, ch 15
Marcus Pike x female reader
Co-written with @absurdthirst
After the debacle of his failed engagement and relocating to Washington to take charge of his task force, newly minted Special Agent Marcus Pike is ready to get back out into the dating pool once more. A slew of bad dates has him feeling a little down, and he takes an old friend up on an invitation to get away and get his head on straight. Imagine his surprise when he finds not only fresh air, but his soulmate as well - hiding in plain sight but in the unlikeliest of places.
Rating: E for Explicit! 18+
Word Count:Â 10k
Warnings: *Blanket warnings for this series: occasional mention of American politics, pregnant character, food/alcohol consumption, mentions of clothing/regulated dressing for occasions, mentions of therapy because we believe in self care here, reader is in a previous relationship, love triangle, reader is mentioned as turning 30 during the course of the story, dom/sub dynamics* Tooth-decaying sweetness, talk of pregnancy/impregnation, unexpected visitor, references to rough sex, possessiveness. Oral sex (female receiving), vaginal sex, unprotected sex.
Summary: After almost a year together, you and Marcus celebrate your first Valentine's Day together with a weekend trip away.
Notes: We are inching closer to the wedding with every chapter! This week enjoy some sex and romance, Pike style.
Ch1 ~ Ch 2 ~ Ch 3 ~ Ch 4 ~ Ch 5 ~ Ch 6 ~ Ch 7 ~ Ch 8 ~ Ch 9 ~ Ch 10 ~ Ch 11 ~ Ch 12 ~ Ch 13 ~ Ch 14
The flight from Dulles to JFK would be shorter, but thereâs a certain charm to taking the train. The rhythmic clacking of the wheels on the track is almost romantic and Marcus had secured an entire compartment for you, him and Agent Sellers. Agent Bailey will meet you in New York with a car and to trade off with your other security detail, but for now, it seems like itâs just the two of you in the car. âHotel first?â Marcus asks, kissing your fingertips and you look out the window at the passing scenery.
âBecause you want to drop off our bags or because you want to test out the mattress?â Either way the answer is yes, and you relax in your seat all over again. This idea to go away for a few days for Valentineâs Day had made you feel guilty at first, but you were easy to convince once you remembered that it was around Valentineâs last year that everything has started to happen between you. Now that chaos of finishing the house and moving in together is over with, a couple of days in New York sounded perfect.
"I do need to see if your legs look different on my shoulders in New York than in D.C." he teases, wagging his eyebrows playfully. "Three days of no house details, no work, and all we have to worry about is walking out of our hotel room dressed."
âAnd making our reservations on time.â With your fingers tangled through his, this time you pull his hand over to kiss his fingers instead. âI may have called in a favor for our dinner tonight.â
"Where are we having dinner?" He had left the dinner reservations up to you, knowing you would have a list of favorite places you would want to go.
"Tonight we're going to see a friend," you hum, leaning into him as much as you can in your seat as the train speeds toward New York. "One of Syd's friends from culinary school opened a restaurant right in the city a couple of years ago and I've just never gotten the chance to go up and try it out. So I called in a favor and got us a reservation for after the theater tonight. Neo is an Italian steakhouse, which sounded right up your alley."
"Nice." He's impressed by the idea of a nice steakhouse that is close to you and Sydney. His hand slides down to your thigh and he squeezes it gently.
"And then tomorrow night..." Your hand over his on your thigh is basically just grounding. Holding you to him and making sure you don't float away on the bliss of having some time off with your fiancé. "Every time we watch FoodTV you get obsessed with watching Alex Guarnaschelli, so I got us a reservation at Butter."
"Really?" His eyes widen in delight and he can't believe that you would go through the trouble for something like that. It's the small things that you notice that makes him feel special. You do so many little things that show him you pay attention to his interests, passing or intense. "That'sâ wow." He shakes his head. "Thank you."
âHappy Valentineâs Day,â you hum, leaning your head on his shoulder. The train ride was a special treat but now that youâre almost in the city youâre eager for your trip to really begin. âI love you more than anything.â
"I love you too." He leans his own head against yours. "I booked our tickets to the Met." He tells you quickly, knowing you will like that.
âIâm sooooo excited for museum time with my own personal art expert.â He claims he isnât, but youâve learned in the last year not to listen to his protests. He practically gives guided tours whenever you go to the Smithsonian together.
He rolls his eyes playfully but he doesnât naysay. He knows that you look at it as a point of pride almost. âAnything else you want to do? I think itâs a little too cold to take a boat out in Central Park.â
"There are a million museums and historical sites." And you can't wait to explore each and every one of them with him. "It's just too bad it's too early in the year for a ball game."
âWe can always make a summer day trip.â Marcus immediately offers. âMaybe the subway series?â
"That would be fun." You perk up instantly at the idea of it. "The MET is tomorrow, so how about we ask the concierge at the hotel what their favorite underrated attraction is for today before the theater?"
âThat sounds good.â He agrees. âSomething that is kind of off the beaten path sounds fun.â
The last hour of the trip is smooth sailing, and early check-in at your hotel means that you and Marcus are unpacking your suitcases in almost no time. Itâs snowy in New York but not in a way that will add up, and it makes the whole thing look quite picturesque from your seventh-floor window.
âToo bad the fireplaces have been closed for years.â Marcus comments. âCouldnât you imagine curling up next to a fire and watching the snow fall?â
âNext year letâs rent a cabin,â you hum, leaning back in his arms as you look out the window together. âGet snowed in.â
âThat sounds like something we can definitely do.â For the suggestion, you deserve a kiss. âUnless you are pregnant. Then I donât know if I would want to risk it.â
âIf Iâm pregnant weâll choose a very easily accessible hotel where we can watch the snow fall instead.â His concern is sweet enough to earn him a kiss in return, and theyâre getting longer every time. âSomeplace where we can get snacks delivered.â
âPregnancy cravings.â Marcus practically moons at the idea and he cups your cheeks to kiss you again.
âSoâŠIâve been thinking about something.â This calls for a face to face conversation, and you turn around in his arms.
âOh yeah?â He doesnât think that itâs anything bad, you come to him when something heavy is on your mind. âTell me what youâve been thinking, sweetheart.â
The two of you have always agreed that the timing of your lives needed to be a joint conversation, but somehow you donât think this particular idea is going to need much debating. Not much if any, knowing Marcus. âI think Iâd like to stop taking my birth control the day before the wedding,â you tell him, slipping both arms around his waist. âI know it might not happen for us immediately, but I think everything else has fallen into place for us so maybe this might, too.â
Marcus tilts his head, a slow smile spreading over his face and lighting it up. âYeah? You want to do that?â He asks quietly. âIâ I think thatâs perfect.â He admits. âAs long as you are ready.â
You're glowing as you lean into him, already feeling like you could burst with happiness and pride. "I'd say we should start now but there's no way my wedding dress will fit me if I'm pregnant."
âI want you to be able to drink a toast at our wedding if we can help it.â Marcus admits.
"Especially since you went through all the trouble to pick out good toasting champagne with the wedding planner." It had been an entire conversation of wine pairings and champagne choices that you hadn't understood a word of but watching Marcus get excited about tasting notes had been well worth it.
âI think you will enjoy it. It will go well with our wedding cake.â He reminds you, knowing you are excited for the replica cake the bakery in Boston had fallen over over themselves to agree to bake.
"I'm excited for everything to come together." After so easily picking out bridesmaids' dresses last weekend and even finding a mother of the bride dress at the same shop, the wedding is feeling like everything is really falling into place. "Last things are to pick a place for the rehearsal dinner and to book our honeymoon."
âWeâve had so many ideas for our honeymoonâŠâ he laughs quietly, remembering all the various places youâve both come up with. âHave we actually decided on where we are going to go?â
"I think we've talked about almost every place on earth," you laugh right along with him. "But no. We haven't decided. I think the last time we talked we said it should be someplace that neither of us have been."
âMaybe we need to make a honeymoon wheel.â Marcus snorts. âHave you seen the trend where a guy will make a restaurant wheel to spin when their girlfriend or wife canât decide?â He shrugs. âWe could do the same thing with our honeymoon ideas.â
âHotel room crafts.â Itâs silly and sweet enough of an idea to make you giggle, and you press more kisses to Marcusâs lips and cheeks. âI donât know about making a wheel, but we could do slips of paper with destinations on them in the ice bucket instead of a hat.â
âLike a lottery drawing.â He snorts. âThat could be fun.â
âI have a notebook in my purse.â Which doesnât surprise him one bit, but you tug Marcus back into the room from the window. âGrab the ice bucket?â
âIn a minute.â He smirks and his hands slide from your waist to your ass. âYou remember what I told you I wanted to do on the train?â He coos, leaning in and kissing your neck.
âMmmmhmm.â A soft moan of approval and agreement sounds from deep in your throat, but you feel like teasing him just a tiny bit. âSomething aboutâŠshoulders?â
âYour legs, my shoulders.â He grinds his hips against yours, his hardening cock proof of his desire and he smirks. âI need to see if you taste different in New York.â
It is pretty much never difficult to convince either of you when a good time to be intimate has appeared, and you nudge him backward again toward the bed. âThen why are we still wearing clothes?â
âThatâs a good question.â He goes willingly and he reaches for the edge of your sweater to pull it up. âYouâre wearing far too many of them right now.â
Sweaters, t-shirts, pants, and everything else end up scattered around the room, littering the carpet with evidence of the romance in the air. Marcus has you laid out on your back on the bed in no time and you happily tug him down to you for a kiss when he climbs in with you.
âMy gorgeous hummingbird.â His hands slide over your clavicle and he kisses your collar bone gently. Worshipfully. âMy love, my soulmate.â
âI love you.â Simple words, but meant with all the feeling in the world as your limbs curl around him and you melt under his kisses.
âI. Love. You. Too.â Every word is punctuated by a kiss. Making sure that he teases and caresses your skin with his lips.
âBaby.â After almost a year together, you and Marcus have no trouble finding the right buttons to push. You know each otherâs favorite things, each otherâs ticks and hidden kinks. You know Marcus adores being showered in praise just you like him to have a firm hand. The flow of your relationship has been built on respect and trust and mutual admiration. Which has made experimenting and finding the things you enjoy together all the more rewarding.
âWhat do you need, sweetheart?â Marcus pops his head up, eyes dark and fixed on you. âWhat do you want me to give you, sweet thing? Iâll give you anything you want, you just have to tell me.â
"Just you, baby." Anything and everything he is will to give you is always what you want. Just him. As much of Marcus as he is willing and able to pour into you any time you have moments to yourself.
âYou have me, baby. Youâve got all of me.â He groans, adding to teeth to his kisses as he starts to move down your body.
"All of me." It's so true. And true for both of you. The complete devotion you have to each other is obvious. Lying naked wrapped in each other's arms might be the most honest and most vulnerable you ever are, and there is no one in the world you are more grateful to share that feeling with.
Marcus groans, your words of affirmation and affection always affect him, but none like they do when you are both stripped bare. When there is nothing between you but the air and your beating hearts. He drops a featherlight kiss on your stomach, which will one day hopefully protect his children, and then down to your hip.
"We really need to start asking hotels if they have sound proof rooms," you giggle, already sighing as Marcus moves lower and lower on your body.
"Let them hear." He chuckles, never having a problem with others knowing how satisfied you are. He brings your leg up onto his shoulder as he settles between your thighs and he licks his lips as he parts your folds to expose the sensitive little clit that he will lavish with attention.
The touch of his fingers makes you gasp, but you still chuckle despite yourself and know that you'll hold back more here than you do at home. Having the house finally be finished has been a blessing. "Last thing we need is a sound bite of the First Daughter getting eaten out."
"Then it's a good thing they don't have access to those little videos we've made, isn't it?" He smirks, having enjoyed the clips of sexy scenes both of you had made together and while you were apart to send to each other. They were in a locked file and heavily guarded so no one could get to them.
"Well I don't want you to miss me while you're on a long case," you rationalize, letting out another deep sigh as his finger paints a long stripe along your slit.
"Oh I always miss you." He promises, leaning in and nudging his nose against your clit before he samples a small taste of your essence.
He knows how to make you moan. He knows as well as he knows his own name. And yet the first moment your back lifts off the mattress always takes you by surprise and you have to remind yourself not to squeeze his head too tight between your thighs when they clench with that first feeling of pleasure. "Fuck, baby."
The noises you make are always so fucking sweet. Heâs addicted to them, to you. His own groan is sounded into your pussy as his tongue flutters around, sweeping the edges of your folds in a pattern that always makes you whine.
The fingers of one hand twist into his curls and youâre prepared to thank every possible god all over again that Marcus has been growing out his hair. Itâs all his own style of course, but you donât mind having a handle to keep him close as he devours your pussy every chance he gets.
The small whine of pleasure that he gives at the pressure of your hand in his hair is one you thoroughly enjoy and he gives you that sound every time his cock twitches against the bed. Making him even more eager in his task as he flicks his tongue over your soaked hole.
Curses and praise and moans of pleasure fill the room, babble verging on incoherent as Marcus plays you with as much skill as his bass or guitar. Itâs the w of pleasure that makes you feel like youâre floating all the way above the mattress. Itâs ecstasy, all on the curls and flicks of your soulmateâs tongue.
Marcus has always enjoyed sex, enjoyed giving and receiving pleasure, but there is something incredibly unique about his intimacy with you. There is a fusion of your bodies that match your souls, where your pleasure magnifies his own and he gets lost in it.
You shatter for him as easily as breathing, although in the moment you come apart youâve replaced panted breaths with an orgasm so intense that your mind goes blank as you sob his name into the bright white afternoon. Itâs almost like being at peace, the way he breaks you apart and puts you back together with tender caresses and loving kisses, and you wouldnât have it any other way.
Your come down is his favorite part of foreplay. The pliant limbs and pleasure warmed skin. He loves the dazed look in your eyes, as if you are surprised by how good you feel. âMaybe I need another taste.â He murmurs against your lips.
âBabyyy.â You whine and grab his shoulder when he ducks his head like heâs going to travel down your body again. âDonât you need to see if I ride you just as well in New York?â
He stops, tilts his head as if he is considering that point before he sighs. Making it seem like itâs a big concession on his part. âI think that needs to be explored too.â You love to ride him and he always lets you be in control when you want it, since so often you want him in control.
âIt seems very important.â You nod in agreement, grinning lazily to see his eyes light up at the prospect of having your tits in his face while you bounce on him.
He comes back up to kiss you thoroughly before rolling onto his back. His hard cock laying against his stomach as he reaches out and caresses your side. âWhatever you want, sweetheart.â
Itâs just teasing, but you straddle his waist and lean over to press a kiss over his heart before shifting back into position. âThatâs a very dangerous thing to promise your fiancĂ©e.â
âNot at all.â His hands find your waist and he squeezes gently. âI mean every word.â
âDangerous.â You admonish him again with a tsk, but sink down on his length all the same â making both of you gasp and moan in unison.
Marcusâs eyes flutter closed with a silent prayer of thanks. His fingers digging into your flesh and for a second, he wishes you were already off your birth control. âFuuuuuuuuck.â He groans when you roll your hips in a little circle and clench down around him.
âFuck, you always feel so fucking good.â Letting your head fall back makes it feel like heâs gotten all the way up into your throat and your whole body tightens like a bowstring in response.
âThatâs because youâre so perfect.â He groans in appreciation, rocking his hips up. âTightest little cunt Iâve ever fucked.â He flashes a grin and twitches inside you. âLast little cunt Iâll ever fuck too.â
"All yours." As many times as you promise him that, it never diminishes how much you mean it. He has your whole heart for your whole life. "All yours and you're all mine and fuck you have the best cock in the world."
He chuckles, proud of your happiness with his abilities. His hand slides up your neck to cup the back of your head as he drags you down for a kiss.
The rhythm you set is quick but thorough, making sure to rise and fall on every inch of him to swallow his moans in equally thorough kisses.
He loves when you ride him. Your tits bounce and your kisses are greedy, leaving him to touch you how he wants to while you use his cock for your pleasure. âFuck, baby.â He grunts, twitching when you swivel your hips.
The figure eights you draw in his lap are his favorite. They always have been. They're brilliantly drawn out and exaggerated to leave him groaning and greedy, pawing at you as you bounce on him. It's greedy for both of you in different ways, which is probably why this is one of your favorite positions.
âYouâre teasing me.â Marcus huffs, lunging up to capture one tit in his mouth and scrape his teeth over your sensitive nipple.
"You â ah! â love when I tease you." And since he's so good at teasing you back, you don't ever hesitate.
Marcus just groans against your breast and slaps your ass playfully. Rocking you harder on his cock as his mouth works your breast.
Itâs the hungry kind of sex where you know youâll be sticky and sweaty and need a shower after. Where you know Marcus is going to leave teeth marks pebbling your skin. Where you know without a shadow of a doubt that youâll be achy and feeling him in your theater seat tonight. And itâs exactly the right kind of fierceness for both of you, so you amp up your pace and throw your head back, letting the bliss of it all wash over you. Lovemaking is what youâll do tonight, with moonlight streaming through the windows and soft touches and whispered promises. This is a deeply cathartic and energizing fuck â the perfect way to start your weekend.
âFuck.â Marcus hisses and his fingers slide down to find your clit. Sensing the urgency to your pace and knowing how badly he wants to see you fall apart for him before he finds his own release.
Your whine of agreement is high from the added touch. His fingertips are calloused, giving you added friction as well as added tension, and every time you roll your hips you get more pressure and friction. It's stunning, the way he drives you toward the edge of that cliff of pleasure, and your head spins from how close you are.
âThatâs it baby, youâre so good to me.â Marcus groans, loving how you just give him everything youâve got. âSo pretty on my cock. You gonna cum for me? You know I want to see it. Cum for me, sweetheart.â
"I'm so close baby." So close that you feel like you're about to fall over onto his chest from the way you're tensing up. Every part of you is tense, right down to the way your greedy cunt is clamping down on his cock.
âThatâs it, fuck- youâre so tight.â Marcus hisses, watching you as your hips stutter and your shoulders start to shake. âSo good baby, want to feel you.â
"Fuck, fuck, oh my god, Marcus!" The freedom to cry out, even though you joked about volume earlier, isn't lost on you. The way you tense and shatter and cry his name is his favourite music in the world.
He canât help himself. Lunging up, he presses his lips to yours desperately and rolls you over to keep pistoning his hips and drilling into your spasming walls. Working you higher through your orgasm and chasing his own.
It would be a whole different ballgame if you were already off your birth control, but you still want Marcus to cum inside you. There's no better or more indulgent feeling in the world, so you wrap your legs around his waist and shake with the last waves of your own orgasm knowing that it will bring him toward his own.
âI love you, I love you. I love you.â Marcus begins to chant as his hips rock forward desperately, barely pulling back as he feels his body pull tight.
"I love you." Those words never diminish, especially not when he's driving his hips forward to bury his cock deep inside you, coating your walls with his searing hot release.
He whines your name as he rides out the release of every tense bone in his body. Pouring himself into you as he collapses against you. âFuck.â He huffs, face buried against your neck and panting softly. âAlways.â He murmurs, kissing a damp patch of skin over your pulse.
âAlways.â A fact which leaves you breathless and tangled up in each other more often than not. Right now you hold him tight, hanging on to a confessional sigh. âI almost wish I was off my birth control already,â you admit quietly.
âMe too.â He chuckles because the two of you seem to always be so in sync about your goals and desires. âBut we know that it would be better to keep to our original timeline.â
"It's a nice dream, though." Your fingers run up his shoulder and through his hair, and the softness in your eyes is pure adoration when your eyes meet again. "And I can't wait for it to come true."
âI know.â He smiles softly as he presses his lips to yours. âYou know Iâm going to be feral over you.â He warns. âNot going to be able to stop touching you.â
"Oh nooo." The laugh in your voice is as joyous as your smile but you toss a tone of sarcasm into your teasing. "That will be terrible. I just hate when my fiancé, the sexiest man in the whole world, wants to fuck me."
âYou might hate sex while you are pregnant.â He huffs, knowing he would hate it, but he would never pressure you to sleep with him if you donât feel like it. From what he can tell, itâs hard work to grow a human.
"I don't think I will." Of course, you can't be sure. But as you stretch your neck to kiss him again you enjoy the image tucked away in your mind. "I think I'm going to melt in your arms every single time like I already do."
âI love you.â The simple words are more vow than statement, completely true and undeniable. Luckily, the nasty rumors have tapered off and you have been able to enjoy the wedding planning so far.
"I love you, too." It doesn't take much surging to kiss him one more time, and then you're grinning all over again. "Now...how do you feel about naked honeymoon planning?"
âNaked anything with you is good for me.â He jokes. âUnless itâs frying bacon.â
"Aprons when we cook." You quote Sydney with a grin. "I think I can walk. I'll grab the notebook from my purse and we can write down the ideas we're serious about?"
âIf you canât, Iâll grab it for you.â He smirks, a little pleased when you are unsteady on your feet climbing out of the bed after he rolls off of you.
"Why don't you grab the ice bucket, baby?" Your purse is much closer to the bed than anything else, so it barely takes you two shaky steps before you're slumping back onto the mattress with a grin.
âCanât make it, can you?â He chuckles as he stands up and crosses over to the desk where the ice bucket is located.
"Shut up." A playful little huff and a pout comes from the bed as you stick your tongue out at him. So what if you barely made it? You managed to grab your notebook and a pen and that's what matters. "You fucked me so good I can't walk, be nice."
He winks at you. âI fucked you so good you canât walk because Iâm nice.â
"I love you very much, now come and get back in bed," you stick your tongue out again and pick up your pen. "So what are your top choices. Are we doing top three each or top five?"
âI say we do five.â Marcus suggests, grinning as he saunters back over and plops down beside you with the bucket. âAnd then we use the bucket idea for the next nine anniversaries.â
"That's actually super cute." So much that it earns him a kiss when he comes and sits back down with you. A sheet of paper from your notebook is torn up into ten strips, and you hand him five. "I'm thinking my top five are Paris, Scotland, Napa Valley, New Zealand..." You grin unapologetically. "And Disney."
He shakes his head, faking a disappointed pout. âNo naked honeymoon in Disney.â He grumbles. âWe would be banned and then our kids would never forgive us.â
âWe can still be naked in the hotel,â you remind him, grinning unapologetically as you drop the last destination into the ice bucket.
âYeah, yeah.â He swats your thigh gently and sighs. âSo I need to pick other destinations, right?â
âThatâs the idea.â Being done before him lets you lay back in the pillows and idly stir the slips in the ice bucket while he thinks.
âOkay, okayâŠâ he takes the notepad youâve left on the bed and writes on the first one. âIreland.â He shoots you a grin. âItâs different from Scotland.â
âYes, it is.â You smirk at him, wondering if heâs going to pick places near all of yours.
âLetâs seeâŠâ He taps his chin. âOhhhh Bora Bora would be good.â He scribbles it down. âFruity alcoholic drinks, and tiny bikinis for you the entire time.â
That earns a grin from you, and you lean over to press a kiss to his shoulder. âTiny bikinis are a favorite vacation theme for you.â
âItâs as close to naked as I can get you.â He huffs. âUnlessssssâŠâ Marcus flashes you a teasing grin. âWe go to one of those nudist resorts. Should I write Hedonism II down?â
âYou try explaining that to my mother when she asks for vacation photos,â you snort, knowing that that choice would go over like screen doors on a submarine.
âYeahâŠno to Hedonism.â He doesnât write that, but he pretends to and mimes ripping the sheet out and balling it up. âHow about Chile?â He asks, tilting his head curiously. âIâve always wanted to go to the Atacama Desert or Easter Island.â
âChile would be gorgeous. Itâs too bad we couldnât bring your bike down with us.â The image makes you hum, and your shoot him a grin. Marcus sitting astride his motorcycle in any setting just does things to you. âWeâll have to rent one when we go.â
âAbsolutely.â He has rediscovered his love of having a woman on the back of his bike and often will bring you along if you can get away for a quick drive in the evenings.
âSoâŠIreland, Bora Bora, Chile,â you prompt him, tucking off your fingers. âTwo more.â
âGreece.â Marcus decides and sends you a small smirk. âRome.â He writes them down as well so they can be added to the trip bucket.
âAlright.â Dropping each slip into the ice bucket and stirring it around, you give it a few shakes for good measure before holding it high above either of your sight lines and angling it toward Marcus. âGo ahead. Whatâs our honeymoons going to be?â
Marcus grins and takes the bucket from your hands. âLetâs not pick now.â He teases. âWhy donât we pick at the end of our vacation?â
âYou live to torture me!â You groan dramatically, dropping the ice bucket between you. âDo you really want to wait?â
âYou donât want to?â He teases, leaning in and kissing you playfully. âI guess we can decide now.â He rolls his eyes and picks the bucket up. âYou choose. That way you canât blame me.â
"Blame he says, as though they aren't all great choices." It calls for blowing a raspberry in his general direction, but you dip your hand into the ice bucket high above your head and swirl your fingers around to snag a single slip of paper. "Here we go," you intone dramatically, pulling the slip open and wiggling it around. "Looks like it's going to beeee..." Flipping the paper up, you grin at him. "Scotland!"
Marcus laughs at the glee on your face, knowing he would be happy going anywhere with you. âA stone cottage in the Scottish highlands where we walk the moors and burrow into each other in front of a roaring fire sounds perfect.â He puts on a thick Scottish accent for the dramatic flair.
"We can see the Highlands and the cities and go all over." Actually having a location picked out makes you giggle with excitement, and you lean over to kiss him before practically jumping out of bed. "Just like we can go explore this city right now. With clothes, of course."
âNow she can walk.â Marcus groans, climbing out of the bed after you. âWhat do you want to do before Ellis Island?â
"We should check what time the ferry runs." The concierge downstairs had given you a few ideas but ultimately you had decided to take the trip out to Ellis and Liberty Islands. Itâs an important piece of American history and Agent Bailey wonât admit to it but sheâs excited to look up her family from their crossing. "Why don't we grab a quick lunch? Give ourselves back some of the energy that we just burned off?"
âThat sounds perfect.â He agrees, unable to resist grabbing a handful of your ass when you bend down to pick up your clothes. âBuild up reserves for tonight.â
It's hardly a surprise when you and Marcus end up in a little café halfway between your hotel and the ferry to Ellis Island, ready to feast on French bistro classics for lunch. It's warm in the picturesque little restaurant and the snow is still falling without collecting on the sidewalk, so it's a picture-perfect winter day in the city.
âI think itâs safe to say that I will have to have the French onion soup.â Marcus tells you as he looks over the menu. âAt least to start. What about you?â
"I think it's going to be a boeuf bourguignon day," you hum, spotting the item on the lunch menu and salivating over it immediately.
âWould you hate me for hurting Thumper if I had the rabbit cassoulet for the main?â Heâs grinning and shrugging slightly.
"Not if you won't hate me for having cute little escargot for my first course." The one time he had expressed finding snails cute had obviously stuck with you, and since they're one of your favorite gourmet treats, it's a fair trade.
He huffs in feigned offense and sighs dramatically. âI suppose.â He jokes. âItâs only fair and I know it makes you happy.â
"What do you want to see first at the MET tomorrow?" The café is buzzing around you but you're happy in your little bubble. Just you and Marcus, cuddled together and happily plotting out the rest of your day.
âIâm not picky?â Marcus asks, playing with your fingers. âBut Lady with a Parot and Perseus.â He rattles off with a guilty grin.
"Not picky, but two very specific choices." You grin at him, charmed all over again by the beauty and relaxation of the day. Agent Bailey is enjoying herself at a table across the café, also doing her best to relax despite being in the busy city. "Okay, you're on. And I want to track down Madame X."
âThe American Wing.â Marcus instantly replies.
"That's my man." Of course he knows, that doesn't surprise you at all.
What does surprise you is the woman walking behind the hostess, currently approaching your table to be seated right next to you. "Vanessa?" Of all the gin joints in all the world, you think ruefully, but it's been so long since you heard from either her or Sam that you're just sort of shell shocked to see her instead of upset or angry about it.
Marcus turns to see the ex that he had hoped to never run into again - even more than Teresa - and wonders what the hell is about to happen. He warily glances behind her and around the smaller cafĂ©. âThis is a surprise.â He intones dryly.
âJust a coincidence.â Vanessa promises. She thanks the hostess and takes a seat, though she wishes there was literally any other table left. âIâm just having a bite after class. Forget Iâm here.â
âClass?â That catches Marcusâs attention and he glances over at you to make sure that you are comfortable continuing the conversation. He feels like if thereâs a change in the dynamic of your foes, you should learn all you can.
You nod subtly, but Vanessa doesnât catch it. Sheâs thanking the waitress for her water. âClass,â she confirms when the waitress is gone. âIâm getting my masterâs. Iââ she looks between you, her former foes, and shrugs slightly. âA lot has changed.â
âDo you want to talk about it?â Thereâs no pressure to be applied, but itâs an offer. An olive branch, just like the one extended at the engagement party.
Thatâs a bit of a sticky question, but Vanessa nods. Her own is far less subtle than yours, as itâs meant to be seen. âI left Sam,â she begins, feeling that that is the most important news. âHe wasâŠhe was getting out of control. There was never going to be an end to it as long as he had people on his side.â
Marcus squeezes your hand gently, the confirmation of it being on purpose was right there between the lines. âIâm sorry.â He murmurs quietly. âWhen you said you had discovered your soulmate, it was Sam, wasnât it?â
âIt was.â Vanessa confirms. Thereâs no reason to beat around the bush after everything thatâs happened. âHeâs justâŠheâs not the man he was when I first fell in love with him. Not anymore.â
âVanessaâŠ.â Marcus sighs softly. âWhat was the root of the issue? We didnât cheat. Why was Sam so obsessed with hurting us?â He phrases it that way so she doesnât feel like heâs attacking her, and because he honestly never really imagined Vanessa being the ringleader. Now it seems as if she was a hopeless idealist, blindly following her soulmate down the wrong path.
She sighs, biting her lip slightly, and looking between you both with regret shining in her eyes. "Birdie was supposed to be his ticket to the White House," she admits, although the confession isn't hers to make. "When Marcus appeared on the scene he started getting paranoid, and then...then when you broke up with him? He seemed like he was just taking it a little too hard in the beginning but he started to go down a dark path pretty quickly."
âDid he hurt you?â Marcusâs voice gets soft, his jaw tense at the idea of violence perpetrated against any woman, even one who has wronged him. âOr made threats against Birdie we should know about?â
"No. No, he never would have had the resolve to hurt me physically. And the only threats he made never worked out." Vanessa assures him. "The worst founded one was the engagement party. Whatever you two and your social media team did to get ahead of that, well done."
âYou went along with it because heâs your soulmate?â Marcus guesses. âThe rumors and the whispers that were being fed from somewhere?â
"I can't exactly defend myself." Vanessa twists in her chair to face you fully, so this conversation can be quiet. "I was jealous."
"Of me...for being with the man you were in love with." You finish her thought without effort, understanding the instinct fully but from the opposite direction. "I was jealous of you. When you were with Marcus. We just...we had things switched around, I guess."
Marcus frowns, never realizing that she had been so involved with her feelings in the brief relationship. âI thoughtâŠyou were waiting for your soulmate and just having fun with me?â
"I was trying to get over Sam." This is bound to be an uncomfortable conversation of confessions for Vanessa, but she is going to tell the truth. "In a sense you were a rebound for a relationship I never had. And when I realized who my soulmate was I thought everything was finally going to work out the way I wanted. But...that was even more wrong than I ever could have guessed."
âIâm sorry.â Marcus murmurs softly. âI hope that one day, you find the love and happiness you have been searching for.â
"I think I have to love myself first." Vanessa shrugs her shoulders and laughs. "I know that sounds cheesy, but...I started seeing a therapist and I got myself into grad school, and taking control of my own life has been really good for me."
âThatâs great.â Marcus assures her, squeezing your hand again and glancing at you. âI can tell you that therapy will be good for you. Doesnât matter what youâre going through. Sometimes itâs good to just learn how to cope with life.â
"I'm doing my best." Marcus has always been a kind man. It's good to know that that is just who he is, and that Vanessa hadn't been so blinded to people's good natures as to have misjudged him at any point. "I really want to apologize to both of you. Some of the things we did...that I did for him...were truly despicable. If I could take it all back, I would."
Itâs not his place to accept an apology, especially when most of the attacks were focused on you. He squeezes your hand again, and defers to you.
"I wish we could have made amends sooner." You tell her, gently squeezing Marcus's hand in return. "But I'm glad that things are looking up for you, Vanessa. And I hope they continue to go in a positive direction. Nobody deserves to be defined by their mistakes when they're trying to better themselves."
Itâs a gracious acceptance of the offered apology and so on point for who you are that Marcus wants to kiss you. âI completely agree.â He adds. âYou focus on yourself and things will work out for the best.â
"That's very kind of both of you." And probably more than she deserves, but Vanessa isn't going to split hairs when she's stumbled into the chance to move forward. "And very diplomatic. It's...it's very easy to see, from the outside, why you're such a beloved couple." A fact which had made you both difficult to tear down, and is probably why Sam failed so entirely.
âWe had some not so diplomatic moments.â Marcus admits, feeling that she is owed some truth as well. âBut we arenât going to punish you for mistakes that you are owning up to and trying to rectify.â
"Thank you." Vanessa half-smiles, looking around the small café, and makes the decision for herself with a small feeling of relief letting her shoulders relax for the first time in longer than she cares to admit. "I should let you enjoy your lunch," she says after a pause, and she stands. "It...was good to run into you. To clear the air."
âGood luck.â He wonât ask her to stay and continue the conversation and neither will you, but he wishes her well as she gathers her things.
"That was...unexpected." You murmur, watching Vanessa cross the street outside quickly, and duck into a pub instead of the little café you're still sitting in.
âYeah.â Marcus blows out a breath and picks up your other hand. âHow do you feel about it?â
"Weirdly...good?" It feels awful to admit, but getting an apology from someone who was actively trying to ruin your life not so long ago feels incredibly settling. "Or at least it feels validating. To know that we weren't crazy in thinking that Sam really was trying to hurt us so actively." It also feels awful to know that you were right about your ex not caring about you during your entire relationship, but that is a separate issue.
He sees the frown and he brings your hands up to kiss them gently. âAt least we know now. You know.â
âKnowing is good.â You can agree to that, even as downtrodden as you feel right now. You got out of the relationship, found your soulmate, and are getting married. Everything is falling into place in the best way possible. But the sticky, icky, despicable sensation in your chest at being used isnât exactly nice. âIt still doesnât feel good, though.â
âNo it doesnât.â He knows that feeling in a sense. Looking back at things objectively, it seemed like Teresa used him to prod Jane along, to pull his buried feelings out of him. âDo you want to go back to the hotel?â He asks softly, hating how your shoulders are rounded and your voice has dipped down.
âNo.â This awful feeling will pass, youâll regain your good humor, and this weekend wonât be ruined by a chance encounter in a restaurant. You wonât let it happen. âLetâs enjoy our lunch.â
He wants to ask if youâre sure, but he doesnât. Giving you a reassuring smile, he glances towards the waiter. âHow about a glass of wine?â
Determined to smile and to not be upset over a relationship that you ended willingly to begin with, you sit up your seat, roll your shoulders back, and turn your eyes back to Marcus. âSomething bubbly, I think? Weâre on vacation, after all.â
He smiles and nods. âI think that is completely appropriate. And it looks like they have a nice champagne on the menu.â
âPerfect.â You squeeze Marcusâs hand gently, thanking him for sticking with you through the tidal waves of clashing emotions youâre dealing with.
âNot nearly as perfect as you are.â Thereâs an odd sense of relief to have that chapter firmly closed, at least on Vanessaâs end. âHopefully nothing else will happen.â
âFingers crossed.â Huffing a soft laugh, you just shrug your shoulders and get in with ordering your lunch. It does no good to dwell and ruin the time away you have with Marcus. No good at all.
Panting, Marcus stares at the ceiling, nearly giggling at the bubbly, blissed out exhaustion that settles in the very marrow of his body. âGood girl.â He praises. âGood fucking girl.â Your own body is collapsed in a spent heap and he trails his fingers over your spine as you come down from the last, most intense orgasm of the night.
A matching giggle bubbles out of you as you curl into his side, utterly spent and gazing up at him with moony eyes. âBabyâŠâ you laugh again, and half-turn toward him lamely. Your wrists are still bound with the tie he wore out to dinner. âCan I have my hands back?â
âMaybe I like you all bound up for me.â He teases, turning and working on the knots that are now harder than what he had originally tied because of you pulling and tugging on the restraint. Eager to touch him and frustrated by your inability to do so. âNext time Iâll tie you to the bed.â
âWeâll be back in our big four poster at home tomorrow night.â With your hands free, you loop your arms around his neck to kiss him soundly. âIâm already looking forward to it.â
âThereâs something about being at home, isnât there?â He asks, his hand coming up and tenderly caressing your throat where he had held it as he pounded into you. âI wasnât too rough, was I?â
âPerfect level of rough,â you promise. Experimenting with his more dominant side had turned into a much-loved habit over your year together, and though you donât get rough every single time you have sex it is definitely something you both enjoy.
âDo you need anything, sweetheart?â He asks. âWater, a rag?â Sometimes you like to keep his cum inside you, sometimes you like to clean up right after. And after every rough session, he likes to dote on you.
âI should say water.â Your eyes gleam with mischief. âBut do we have any more wine? That bottle we bought in the Village was amazing.â
He smirks at your cheeky response and leans in to bite your bottom lip. âSure.â He hums before he is climbing off the bed to get the lovely wine the two of you indulged in before your romp.
Tonight is one of those nights that you both indulged in the fantasy of getting pregnant, and lying in bed with a glass of wine with the sticky slick combination of your cum slowly dripping from your pussy sounds like pure indulgence. Plus you stashed Marcusâs Valentineâs gift in the bedside table, so thereâs that too. You grab it now and slip it under your pillow, waiting for him to come back.
Pouring two glasses he turns back to admire your sprawled form as he bites his lip. Itâs Valentineâs Day and the two of you have completely indulged today. Now, he needs to give you the gift he had picked out months ago.
âWhatâs that look for?â You hum, grinning back at him when he returns to your side in bed. âDid you suddenly remember how amazingly lucky I am to have you as my soulmate?â
âMore like I remember how lucky I am.â He retorts. âI have a wonderful, sexy woman who indulges my desires and matches them.â
âSo I guess weâre both lucky, then.â He hands you your glass and you take a sip, glad that you opted for a white wine tonight so you wonât accidentally ruin the sheets if you get playful. âHappy Valentineâs Day, my love.â
âHappy Valentineâs Day.â He smiles as he leans in to take a kiss from your wine soaked lips. âHave you enjoyed our weekend away?â
âTo me itâs been perfect.â There are more kisses for both of you, never able to have enough of tasting or even just being near each other. âHave you enjoyed it too?â
âHell yes I have.â He promises. âItâs been an incredible weekend, one we needed. No work, just us.â
âIâm just glad we both got through the weekend without any work emergencies.â The inn is in good hands, as Selena has finished her training to become your new manager and she and Malachi are running the place as smoothly as ever between them in your absence.
âYeah, me too.â He takes a sip of the wine and sighs softly. âPart of me doesnât want to go back. Just live in the hotel and run away from responsibility.â
âYou would miss work pretty soon.â He loves his job, and you know that. Itâs a very serious point of pride even though itâs very taxing on him sometimes. âMy offer still stands, my love. Whenever you decide to retire from the FBI, you have my full support.â
âI know, and Iâm very grateful for your support.â He promises. âIt will come eventually, but Iâm happy in my career right now and my team is excellent.â
âAs long as youâre happy, Iâm happy,â you promise him. With Marcus itâs always about support and communication, so having the small check-ins often is key.
âHow about you?â He asks. âThe inn is becoming even more popular and nearly full every night.â
âItâs nice that weâre not seeing the after affects of the smear campaign anymore.â It seems like the good will from your social media posts surrounding wedding planning has really worked to verse the damage Sam did months ago, and ever since the holidays the inn has been booked solid. âIâve been thinking about adding an afternoon tea,â you admit, giving him a sheepish look. âSydâs sous chef is English and French trained and the three of us were thinking about trying out an Italian-inspired tea service for Motherâs Day.â
âLike the tea cakes and sandwiches?â Marcus smirks slightly. âI can see that being a real draw.â He admits. âOlder ladies coming in to socialize and then young girls coming in to learn how to take tea. Paninis and cannolis. Cups of tiramisu.â
âTeacups full of individual tiramisu was Sydâs first idea.â Itâs sweet to see him get excited and you glow with pride. âI thought it would be nice to give Syd this Motherâs Day off but she came back with a whole new business idea.â
âI think sheâs imagining Constance having tea there, with our girls when they are old enough.â Marcus smiles at the thought.
âItâs a beautiful thought.â The dreaminess on his face is obvious, making your heart swell at the promise of growing the family youâre building with this man. Your other half. Your better half. âI love you so much.â
âI love you too.â He promises softly, his own dreams for the future in his eyes. âI have your present, to show you how much.â
âI thought my roses were my present?â In fact, you and Marcus must have given the hotel staff a good chuckle this weekend, because you both ordered a dozen long stem red roses to the hotel room â addressed to each other â that arrived with your breakfast tray with room service this morning.
He gives you a look, one that tells you that you are being ridiculous and moves to his bag to pull out the lovely wrapped gift he had brought for you.
âDonât look at me like that,â you laugh, sliding his gift out from under your pillow to hand over to him.
He huffs at you, even as a grin tugs at the corners of his mouth. âYou should know that roses were going to be your only Valentineâs Day gift.â He hadnât been expecting anything, and his eyes soften at the sight of a gift for him.
âThey werenât going to be your only gift either,â you tut. But sitting up together in your hotel bed, naked with glasses of wine and hearts utterly full, seems like the perfect time to exchange gifts. âThis looks suspiciously like a jewelry box, Agent Pike.â
âI donât know what you could possibly mean.â Marcus pleads his innocence, even as he smirks.
âMmhmm.â Giggling to yourself all over again, you nudge Marcusâs package toward him so you can both open them at the same time.
âI need you to open yours first.â He wants to watch your expression and put it on you if you want.
âVery mysterious.â You eye him but obey, pulling open the ribbon on the little wrapped box and tear away the dark red paper to reveal a silver jewelry box â exactly as you suspected. When you remove the lid, a small gasp of surprise and wide eyes come with an open mouth reaction. âIs thisâŠ?â The delicate silver necklace inside has a heart pendant hanging from it in the center, but the back clasp is on display in the box: a lock, not a claw.
âA collar.â Marcus nods, watching you seriously as he picks up the small, ornate key and showing it to you. âWeâve talked about it, teasing about it, but I found this and I couldnât stop thinking about it.â
"Honey, it's beautiful." To the outside observer, the inconspicuous little heart is a sweet token of love from your soulmate. For you and Marcus, it's a next step into the world that you've been exploring together. "I wouldn't have been able to stop thinking about it, either."
âYou know you have me, every single part of me, and I have you.â He reaches out and caresses your neck. âThis would be between us. Our little secret from the world. My claim on you.â
The little lock on the necklace is meant to be done for you, and you raise your eyes back to Marcus. "Will you do the honors?"
âDo you want to wear my collar, sweetheart?â He asks seriously. âKeeping me close to your heart every day?â
"I really do," you lean across the small expanse to kiss him, just as soft and steadily as the rhythm of your heartbeat. "Even though you're already in my heart every single day. This is just another way to show the whole world."
Marcus hums as you hold out the necklace to him and he carefully unlocks it. âI donât ever want you to feel like you canât take it off.â He tells you as he wraps it around your neck and closes the lock to secure it around your neck.
"I know I can always ask you." There are some occasions when it won't be appropriate -- State dinners, your wedding, the fanciest things that you'll do in your lives -- but each and every day of your life the necklace will either go on or off and that means that Marcus will always be with you even when he's away.
Once the necklace is locked around your neck, Marcus leans in and presses his lips to it and your skin gently.
"I feel a bit like I underdid it now," you admit, touching the necklace gently with your fingertips. "But I still hope you like it."
He snorts, not even able to imagine you not putting incredible thought and time into his gift. He picks up the box and shakes it like a kid at Christmas, grinning at you. âNahhhh, sounds fun.â
"Oh yeah." You snort and wave one hand casually. "I figured Lincoln Logs were the most romantic gift possible."
He laughs and shakes his head as he starts to unwrap the beautiful paper. âWhatever it is, I appreciate you getting me something.â He murmurs. âA lot of women seem to think valentines is only for them.â
"You are the most romantic man on the planet." While he works open the paper you lean back in the pillows and toy with your new necklace. "I couldn't possibly leave you out of the celebration this weekend. That would be awful."
âYou would be surprised how often it happens.â He knows you wouldnât and it makes him appreciate you even more. âBabeâŠ.â he freezes when he opens the box and sees the lighter that is nestled into the protective fabric. âIs thisâ itâs a 1939-45 World War II Trench lighter.â He murmurs, admiring how the patina on the metal is meticulously cared for. âHow did you know to get this?â
The awe on his face is enough to tell you that you made the right decision, and you leave a kiss on his cheek with pleasure. "I may have dug in your eBay search history a little," you admit without shame. "Your lighter collection is a point of pride and I know you want to keep growing it."
âI- I love it.â He promises you, leaning in and pressing his lips to yours. âSo many of these have been lost or discarded but they all have so many stories ingrained in every flick of the flint.â
"The shop I got it from had a little history of previous owners." The handwritten card is tucked inside the lid of the cigar box, and you nudge Marcus to keep going. "You have to keep unwrapping, though."
âThereâs more?â He huffs, rolling his eyes playfully and carefully setting the lighter aside to pull out a box of cigars. âVery nice.â
His smile makes you glow, so happy to see him accepting these shows of love and tokens of affection. "Now that you have a porch to sit out on at night, I thought you should be able to enjoy an indulgence you couldn't have while living in an apartment or the inn."
âThat is as long as you donât hate the smell.â He eyes you, even as he opens the box and pulls out a cigar to smell, groaning at the aroma.
"I called your dad to make sure I got the ones you and he smoke when we're in Texas," you admit. "So I already know I like the smell of these."
âGood.â He chuckles quietly and kisses you again. âYouâre perfect, you know that?â He asks. âThe universe couldnât have chosen better.â
"I was just thinking the same about you." Nudging his nose with yours brings a smile to both of your faces. The perfectly contented kind of smile that is somehow both enraptured and at peace all at once. "So I'm very glad we agree."
âThatâs why we are soulmates.â He reasons, giddy to be celebrating the holiday with his soulmate, his fiancĂ©e and the woman he will spend the rest of his life with.
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Chapter Four - Discordant
Summary: Morpheus seems to take a turn for the better, but a person cannot change overnight. How does it feel to finally give him a taste of his own medicine? How does it feel to go back to square one, once again?
Notes: ~6.1k words, Please don't stare at the eclipse with your blind eyes, I just didn't know how to write protective solar glasses into this AU ok
Warnings/Tags: Morpheus is trying, it's not working, two deaths of side characters, miscommunication/misinterpretation (?), reader gets their feelings hurt again cause I can't stop writing angst
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Discordant (adj.) - not in agreement or harmony, to be at variance
How do you face Morpheus again after that? The simple answer is you donât, well you try not to. However, when you go to breakfast the next morning, itâs a surprise to you that Morpheus is there waiting for you. Breakfast is less formal than dinner, yet here you were, sharing a meal with him right by your side.Â
Tension is thick in the air, the only sounds are that of cutlery on plates. You chew your fruit slowly while consciously trying not to look at Morpheus. This was horrible; you need wine, or something to dull your mental ability so you didnât have to be fully here.Â
Your throat was still raw from the day before, and the food only seems to make it worse, scraping itself down your throat as you swallow.Â
âIâm finished,â You rasp and go to stand from your spot.
âWait,â He stands abruptly, the glass on the table rattling with the sudden movement. Youâre determined to leave but his fingers grab onto your wrist.  Â
âWhat?â You frown at him, the warmth of his fingers spreading across your arm.Â
âThere is a gala coming up. The Summer Eclipse Gala, please will you attend with me?â
âDo I have a choice?â You ask, not meeting his eyes. Instead you stare at how he gently holds onto you. His thumb smooths across the tender part of your wrist when he answers.Â
âNot really,â He says in a low voice. There was some regret laced in his answer, but you didnât want to pay attention to that.Â
âThen that is my answer.â You sigh as you turn away. Morpheusâ hand is still around your wrist and even with a slight tug, he doesnât release you. âLet go.âÂ
âShould we⊠talk about yesterday?â He says hesitantly.
âWhat is there to say?â You reply back, your voice losing itself again at the very end. When your husband doesnât answer, you pull your arm away more forcefully. This time, he lets you go. âPrecisely.â You leave, your heart pounding as you so easily defy him.Â
The rest of the week was spent doing exactly what he had been doing to you for the past couple of months. Which is to say, avoiding him at all points possible. You try to hide in the library, but that proves futile as he easily seeks you out there. The studio and many bookshelves do little to hide you, ironically.
The only place he doesnât dare find you is your garden. Even he could understand the importance of that sanctuary to you. And though the flowers certainly seem to enjoy the summer sun, you couldnât say the same. The heat had started to become unbearable and it had been days since your last visit there.Â
When he asks for you to dine with him, you decline and lock yourself in your room. Your stomach rumbles until Matthew sneaks you a leftover biscuit, but it was better than confronting him. At a certain point, embarrassment of letting your true feelings show turn to resentment once more.Â
Why did he suddenly feel entitled to your time?Â
âThe King brought you this, Your Majesty,â Agnes says one morning as she enters your room. One of the maids holds a large box, decorated with a beautiful red bow.Â
You take a hold of it, albeit a bit hesitant, and unravel the gift. When you lift the lid, youâre greeted with something you have never seen before. The dress was a beautiful golden yellow, with gems that represented the sun inlaid amongst the sweetheart bodice. Lacey loops come off the bodice in a delicate design that would wrap around your upper arms. The bottom skirting was decorated with glittering swirls and the fabric soft to the touch.Â
âOh! It looks lovely,â Agnes compliments with a soft gasp. Sheâs looking over your shoulder as you continue to stare at the dress.Â
âHmm, I canât deny it either. It looks beautiful,â You sigh as you run your fingers through the soft fabric. Your fingers come across a piece of paper with a note.Â
Please do me the honor and wear this tonight. Written in Morpheusâ handwriting.Â
âAnd so shall you, your grace, when you wear it today,â Your ladyâs maid hums.
Right⊠the gala is today. It seems your plan of avoiding Morpheus would have to come to an end. But, you still have the rest of the day to yourself, best to start savoring it. You start with a bath, with extra Natterhorn milk per your request, and something else to calm your nerves. After which, Agnes starts pampering you to get you ready for the event.Â
Hands are grabbing at you at every angle, tugging, brushing, wiping. You felt like a marionette puppet as they direct you on where to step, where to hold your hands so that they may dress you accordingly.Â
âAgnes,â You gasp as she gives you another sharp tug. âI request you loosen this horrid corset for my sake.â
âApologies, Your Majesty,â She says, giving one last tug and tying the knot, more than less ignoring your request.Â
In the end, both you and Agnes are huffing and puffing when youâre finally done. You watch as Agnes puts on a pair of white cotton gloves and reaches into a wooden box you didnât have the liberty of noticing before. From it, she produces an ornate crown.Â
It pairs with your dress nicely, a warm gold with white gems. The points of the head piece were a bit excessive, but your inner judgment was cut short when you realized it was supposed to represent the sun. When Agnes places it on your head, you grimace at the weight of it.Â
âForgive me, Your Majesty, but it is part of the uniform,â Agnes apologizes once again as she notices your contorted face.Â
âIt is not your fault, do not fret. You did well,â You grunt as you step away from the mirror. Agnes is positively gushing as she looks you over. Her beaming increases as you give your compliments to her hard work.Â
Despite the heavy crown, the dress itself was light and made for easy movement. Agnes opens the door and you follow the entourage of silver knights as they lead you from the comforts of your bedroom. Matthewâs presence settles your nerves a bit as you feel his protective presence three paces behind.Â
âAre you excited, boss lady?â You hear him ask with a smile hidden behind his helmet. He had recently polished his black armor and youâre sure if you turn around now, you could see your reflection.Â
âIn all honesty, Matthew? For the event, yes. For seeing my husband again, no.â You pause as the unified metal footsteps descend to the first floor of the castle. âWhat of you?â
âIf I get to see Jessamy againâŠâ He says beneath his breath, quiet enough that you almost didnât hear it.
You can see the sunlight from the entrance and youâre about to ask Matthew to repeat himself. However, the silver knights stop on the final set of stairs, leaving you standing at the intersection that leads to Morpheusâ wing. He comes down in time with your steps and meets you in the middle.
Morpheus is dressed in his typical black, simply more detailed than usual. He switches his flowing robe for an off shoulder cape that only reaches his mid thighs. His black tunic and pants were dusted with silver and dark blue, giving the illusion of the night sky at certain angles. Sitting comfortably on his head was a crown: silver with curving onyx gems that resembled the moon.Â
Heâs close enough now to take you in your full glory. The dress he bought for you was the correct choice. It hugs your figure in all the right places; the dress was, after all, altered to your size. When the fleeting rays of sunlight come through the large window, it reflects off your dress and illuminates you. The Sun only shares a portion of His light, but youâve managed to take it and make it your own.Â
âYou look radiant,â He breathes the truth as he comes closer to you. You notice his finger twitch as he resists the urge to touch you.Â
âSave your falsities for someone else,â You snap, surprising yourself even. The crown was way too heavy on your head for pretenses.Â
âVery well⊠but we should at least pretend to like each other for the guests tonight.â Morpheus offers his arm to you and turns, the breeze from the entrance coming through the hallway.Â
âThen let us begin,â You reply as you hook your hand to his arm.Â
Crossing the castle threshold, the eclipse was already beginning to start. The trees rustle in the gentle late spring wind, its shades creating crescent shadows on the ground. Youâre able to enjoy it from afar as the two of you walk the distance to the grand ballroom.Â
Slowly, daylight surrenders to night and the nocturnal critters emerge from their slumber. Crickets chirp, fireflies float around you, and moths fan their wings in the moonlight. The smell of petrichor turns heavy once more as you reenter the castle, the doors opening wide with an announcement of your and Morpheusâ arrival. The silver knights part, Matthew leaves your side, as does Jessamy, as Morpheus leads you to the center of the ballroom.Â
âWelcome, esteemed guests of the Dreaming. Tonight, we shall once again celebrate the astral lovers of Sun and Moon,â An announcer bellows into a horn. Cheers and unified clapping follow. âDuring Totality of the eclipse, we welcome you to witness the first dance of the night, to be shared with King Morpheus and Queen Consort Y/N.â
A fanfare plays and the crowd turns to the open ceiling, watching with shielded eyes as the moon slowly clips into place. Night dominates the sky, the moon blocking the sun except for the defining ring around it. Footmen scurry around as they quickly light the abundance of candles and chandeliers they could reach.Â
The grand ballroom gleams with the light of a thousand crystal chandeliers as you and Morpheus turn towards each other. The light fractures and creates halos across the marble flooring and stone pillars. Morpheus bows and you curtsy low, and the action reminds you of your wedding night. Slowly, he clasps his hand over yours gently and a firm arm wraps around your waist.Â
The string ensemble starts and you try to fight the smile that creeps on your lips as youâre easily pulled in time with his steps. Morpheus smiles as he studies your face closely. You're dancing once again.
The candle light seems to be absorbed into your figure as you glow under its warm light. Spinning hand in hand with your husband, youâve long since given up holding back your smile. Youâre grinning, radiant and warm like the sun.Â
You and Morpheus glide across the ballroom floor, floating like stars amongst the clouds. He is fluid in his movements and leads the dance easily. You hold on tight as the lights begin to blur together, all together have you forgotten how heavy your crown was. To onlookers, the two of you were beacons of elegance and the definition of harmony.Â
The music stops and youâre face to face with Morpheus, breathing hard. The sound of applause is muffled in the background of your mind. Morpheus looks pristine as well, perfectly composed as he softly gazes at you through starry eyes. Youâre the first to break eye contact, the raw emotions he tries to show you too much for now. You can see that he is trying to be better, but after months of neglect, one dance is hardly enough to make up for it.Â
Morpheus doesnât try to hide his emotions, and with deflated shoulders, leads you quietly to the matching thrones at the front of the ballroom. There, they stand high and mighty, dark, and carved with intricate designs of stars and ravens. You see Jessamy and Matthew waiting for the two of you there and some relief returns to you knowing that Matthew would be there to watch over you.Â
The roofless ballroom makes it hard to believe that it is only noon. Save for the ring of sun, the sky was casted in perpetual night. The stars make their appearance, as they always do, and accompany their moon, twinkling with admiration at viewing the people of the Dreaming early today. Even the critters of the night came out from their slumber, and if you listened carefully enough, you could hear their chirps and songs of night past the orchestra.Â
The throne is stiff and uncomfortable to sit in. When you glance over at Morpheus, he takes to it easily, spreading across the throne like a lounging cat. His presence fills the space and itâs easy to see how he is so perfectly fit for this role.Â
An emissary comes before you and bows, the lady on his arm following suit. He wears his best for the ceremony and when he speaks, it smells of rich alcohol and fruits.Â
âCongratulations on your marriage, Your Majesties. As emissary of the Kingdom of Kreya, we wish you a wonderful Solar Eclipse celebration,â The man smiles at the two of you and you smile back.
You take another glance at Morpheus and see his jaw ticking in the low candlelight. A second passes and he still doesnât respond.Â
âThank you, we hope to visit Kreya soon,â You reply instead. It has been long since youâve heard a rumor of your failing marriage. At the very least itâs good to know that to people looking in, there was nothing wrong between you and Morpheus.Â
This is what he wanted, was it not?
From his perspective, your urge to take control basked you in a new light that heâs never seen before. Your response seems to snap him out of whatever deep thoughts he had and a cough brings him back to the present. Or, if he wanted to be honest with himself; your presence brings him back to the present.Â
Others follow in his footsteps, giving their congratulations, their salutations from their kingdoms, and other comments they wished to address to you. Morpheus and you take turns responding, each one vague and surface level.Â
The last emissary was a face you knew all too well. Soft brown curls wrap around a kind face. She dawns on flowy fabric of white and gold and a cape made of olive leaves. Calliope smiles when she sets her eyes on you, and you hear Matthewâs armor clink as he attempts to move from his post. The promise he made early into your relationship is evident in his mind.Â
A subtle hand rise from you was enough to stop him and the black knight settles back. The tension remains thick as she ascends the steps. She bows and speaks.Â
âI congratulate the King and Queen of the Dreaming on their union. From Boeotia, my sisters and I give out blessings for a bountiful year.â Calliope speaks to you specifically, and even when there is no ill intention written on her face, something ugly deep within you dares not to look at her.Â
The pain and suffering you had to endure, half of the reason is because of her. Your anger and despair leave you and instead reveal itself as its true form. Is it jealousy? Perhaps. Youâve long since stopped fighting it. Your bracelet tightens around your wrist once more, as itâs always done when it doesnât agree with your thoughts.Â
âThank youâŠâ Morpheus responds to her. It was your turn to respond, but you still couldnât bring yourself to speak to her.Â
Calliope opens her mouth again, as if to add something else, but stops herself after some hesitancy. Itâs not before long that Calliope accepts the short answer and leaves you. An even shorter amount of time for a footman to come to you and Morpheus with goblets of wine that you all too eagerly grab at.
If it werenât for your position, youâre sure you would be drunk beyond comprehension. It is a tradition of the celebration: to relieve oneself from their physical bodies and dance amongst the Eclipse. And you can only do that by drinking until your body canât understand the physical world anymore.Â
The dark wine glitters as you swirl it around in the silver goblet, and you feel the tingling sensation as it goes down your throat. Other nobles mingle with each other, the occasional ping of glasses touching echos in the large room.
Squinting, you notice a certain blond standing alone in the corner, his dark glasses still covering his eyes. He is talking to some other man, his charismatic smile never disappearing, even when he takes another sip from his glass. As if sensing your gaze, he turns to you and raises his glass in your direction. You were the first to break eye contact, taking another sip of your own drink. You see Lucienne and Hob enjoying themselves at the snack table, watching as Lucienne looks away when Hob stuffs several cookies into his coat pocket.Â
The alcohol was potent, leaving you feeling light and dizzy, but a sudden commotion on the other side of the room leaves me sober. Yelling and clashing of metal against metal piques your interest as the ballroom doors slam open.Â
âI apologize, we-we tried to stop him!â A silver knight huffs out, chasing after the man who barged in.Â
A calm hand from Morpheus quiets him and the knight stops. The elderly man is still charging towards the two of you, dancers parting quickly from the marble floor as they watch.Â
âWhere is she?â The man asksâor demands, more accurately, standing strong in the center of the dancefloor. He wears red, unblemished armor that stands out like a sore thumb against the Dreamingâs more subtle colors.Â
âWhoever you seek is not here, stranger,â Morpheusâ voice booms across the room.Â
âYou, Teleute, will bring back my dead son. I will kill you if it means I will get him backâŠâ He bravely points at your husband, completely ignoring his statement.Â
You and Morpheus share a quick glance at each other. Yours is riddled in confusion, what could this random man possibly want with his sister? Morpheus shares with you a more concerned look as he finally pieces together the information.
He recalls the conversation he had with the Corinthian under old moonlight about a madman named Rodrick Burgess. Briefly, his eyes meet with Corinthian on the far end of the room, who seems all the more pleased that his target has waltzed right into his grasp. The Corinthian had taken a small break in his chase so he could attend the festival. In the end, it seemingly works out for him anyways.Â
âAre you challenging the throne?â Morpheus accuses, looking down at him. You hear the shifting of feet as Jessamy and Matthew squirm with anticipation.Â
Morpheus remembers once more of his nightmare regarding this specific man and you. How you laid cold in his arms, blood blemishing each portion of your body. That no matter how much he wipes away at it, the blood continues to seep and stain into your clothes. His hand slowly ghosts over yours and covers your fingers. He feels the quickening pulse underneath his fingers and allows himself a moment of peace for your still beating pulse.Â
âI am challenging Teleute,â Rodrick repeats.Â
âDeath of the Endless is not here. I will accept your challenge in her stead.â Youâre not sure where the courage was coming from. Perhaps it is how Morpheus is gently holding onto you. Or, more likely, how the alcohol is coursing through your system. That seems to be the more logical reason⊠right? âWho do you wish to be your champion?âÂ
âI am my own champion, the Great Magus Rodrick Burgess.â He brings forth his sword, covered in elaborate jewels.Â
âSir Matthew?â You call, head held high. The weight of the crown is no longer an issue for you.Â
âYes, Your Majesty?â Matthew responds immediately.Â
âYou will be my champion.â You declare. âYou will not disappoint.â It is your first order as queen.Â
You watch with fixed eyes as Matthew crosses to the dance floor. The white marble is a stark contrast against his black armor. Your hand turns and interlaces with Morpheusâ as Matthew draws his sword.
Itâs longer and broader than Rodrickâs and even before the fight begins, you know Matthew would be slower than his opponent. But your belief in him is strong and unyielding.Â
The two knights face each other, their stances ready. Murmurs from onlookers hush around the room, the tension as thick as the wine they drink.Â
Rodrick moves first, his impatience showing easily as he lunges for Matthewâs heart. Your champion gracefully steps to the side, bringing up his broadsword in a low arch to parry the attack.Â
Blade against blade, the metals gleam in the low candlelight. The symphony changes from a string quartet to that of steel. The two knights dance around each other in the intense duel as both display their mastery of the blade.Â
An unhonorable heavy strike to the head from Rodrick leaves Matthew dazed. Itâs enough for the blunt of his blade to strike at the young knightâs helmet. You watch with an agape mouth as the force is enough to knock off Matthewâs helmet, the helm flying across the floor. Your grip in Morpheusâ hand tightens as the anticipation grows.Â
Matthew is quick to be back on his feet, his black hair tousled from the fight. You catch glimpses of his determined face as he returns to the duel. Each block that Matthew predicts, each strike that he parries leaves Rodrick flustered.
Matthew notices, and when Rodrick was starting to lose strength, he advances with a series of long arching and forceful blows. You and Morpheus watch as Rodrick meekly holds his denting blade up in defense.
With a powerful kick to the chest, the Great Magus crashes to the ground, his sword falling from his hand as the last of his energy leaves him. Matthew advances still, dragging his broadsword on the ground. The teeth-grating sound of metal on marble igniting sparks.Â
Your knight points the sword at Rodrickâs throat, panting from exertion. âYield,â Matthew commands. Â
âI will not!â Rodrick spits at him, pushing the imposing blade away from his throat.
âYield!â Matthew shouts, bringing the blade back and pushing pressure onto the side of his neck. A thin string of warm blood follows the cut.
Rodrick looks around the room, conscious of how the people around him start to whisper about his loss. He makes eye contact with you and glares at his defeat.Â
âI yield,â He says hesitantly as his eyes remain on yours.Â
You swallow thickly as silver knights drag him out of the ballroom, your eyes following him. Rodrick was glaring at you until he could no longer see you, his cheeks still flushed from the duel and from the embarrassment of losing.Â
You let go of Morpheusâ hand, wiping your palm against the softness of your dress to get rid of the excessive sweat that started to accumulate. You go to grab at your wine again, finishing the rest with large gulps to calm your nerves. The alcohol is quick to work its magic as it seeps into your system.
âCongratulations on your victory, champion,â You grin when Matthew comes back to your side. âWhereâs your helmet?â
âI, uh, canât find itâŠâ He mutters, embarrassed. He scratches at his hair as his cheeks flush red.Â
You smile once more as Matthewâs true personality shows itself again. He was quite young to be a knight, and his face had left the battle without any scars; a testament to his effectiveness. A server comes by and tops off the goblet with more glittering wine.Â
Morpheus hovers a hand over his own cup as a silent decline for more alcohol. Meanwhile you were more than inclined to continue drinking. The excitement of the day is already taking its effect on you. When you set your drink back down, you notice that no one is enjoying the gala anymore.
They stand to the side, muttering to themselves behind open feather fans. No one is drinking, or feasting, and they share unsure glances with each other. The duel was a mood killer for the festivities.Â
You take another slow sip from your wine, what should you do? You watch through slightly lidded eyes as Morpheus stands from his seat. His hand falls before yours in a silent invitation of another dance. Baffled, you silently stare at the upright hand. Morpheus wants another dance?
Should you? When a bird has been locked in a cage for so long, even when presented with the opportunity of flight, it often finds itself staying. It takes comfort in what the bird knows. The outside world is dangerous, after all.Â
âPlease,â He whispers when he notices you hesitating. You see his other fingers twitch against his leg, a tic that youâve long since noticed he does whenever he is nervous. You place the goblet down and grab onto his hand lightly. One more dance wouldnât hurt.Â
Before you leave, you turn to Matthew with a smile. âYou should go dance, too. Youâve done well to deserve it tonight.âÂ
Matthew all but perks up at your invitation, his eyes darting to Morpheus, who simply nods in approval of his request.Â
The two of you take to the floor and amidst the onlookers and mutterers, for once, you only notice Morpheus. âI trust you,â You say slowly.
Morpheus nods before he places a gentle hand on your waist and leads the dance once more. The music is romantic somber as the two of you glide across the floor.Â
Nobles and invitees around you stop whispering amongst themselves and enjoy the spectacle. Soon enough, more and more couples return to the dance floor.Â
The orchestra is quick to change its tune and an upbeat swell of strings has everyone clapping and jumping around in a country dance. Your smile brightens your face once more as you witness how your small dance was enough to bring people together.Â
You part from Morpheus as a new dance partner whisks you away for the next portion of the song. You grab onto your dance partner as you watch Morpheus spin with a new partner of his own, a soft smile gracing his lips as he witnesses your lingering gaze.
âEnjoying the ball, Your Majesty?â The new voice interrupts your thoughts. Your head turns to your new dance partner and you feel yourself jump in the middle of a spin.Â
âCorinthian,â You greet curtly, smile dropping.Â
âHello again, Your Majesty.â He grins down at you, sunglasses still on. A silence follows and youâre desperate to change partners again.
âIt seems you and His Majesty have started to become amiable with each other. I heard rumors that your marriage was in rocky waters.â He whispers into your ear as he spins you again.Â
âTheyâre just rumors,â You lie again.Â
The Corinthian hums, easily reading between the lines of your statement. âWell, well, would you look at that?â
Corinthian focuses his attention behind you and you turn to match his gaze. Couples waltz around you, but your eyes immediately seek out Morpheus. Your newly healed heart shatters as you watch Morpheus and Calliope spin across the dance floor. The two of them look beautiful together, her light colors clashing with his darker ones is a sight out of the romances youâve read in your books.Â
Were dance partners always supposed to be that close to each other? Their gazes lock with each other as they share private words amongst themselves. Morpheus says something that causes Calliope to smile, something that lights up her entire figure in delight.Â
âPerhaps the rumors are quite true,â Corinthian chuckles.Â
You let go of him as if he suddenly caught on fire. âI need some air⊠Please excuse me.âÂ
The Corinthian doesnât try to stop you as you weave your way through the dancing couples. Before you leave the ballroom, you briefly overhear a conversation between Mervyn and Matthew.Â
âHuh, I thought you were some beast with how you were swinging that piece of crap around. But youâre just some normal kid,â Mervyn scoffs as he lights another cigarette.Â
Matthew scratches his head in confusion, the refound helmet rests between his arm and torso. It is liberating to not have to wear it for a while, and he can smell the food more clearly like this.
âActually, Iâm 1/16 pure Ravenfolk on my mother's side. Not so normal now, huh, Mervyn?â Matthew brags with a high head.Â
âPah!â The pumpkin man scoffs again, a cloud of smoke following him. âAnd Jessamy is pure Ravenfolk so what you got to say about that!â
Youâre sure you see smoke steaming out of your knightâs ears and his face turns bright red. Itâs a conversation you would have loved to entertain, but in your emotions, you donât linger long. The door is right there and you escape from all the distracted gazes.
By muscle memory, your feet take you to your garden sanctuary. The summer sun is no longer an issue for you as the night wind calms your fraying nerves. You run your fingers along the petals of night flowers and watch as they sway in tandem with the tides.Â
You take a seat on a nearby stone bench, watching the eclipse reflection in the small pond of your garden. An uncomfortable feeling like stone settles in your throat as you push down a hiccup. Silent tears still make it past your eyes.Â
You wipe away your tears with the back of your hand as you silently berate yourself for always crying. Taking a deep breath, you close your eyes and try to relax your over eccentric heart. The rustling of leaves and citrus smell of flowers calm your nerves quite well.Â
You hear a rustle that feels out of place and a presence behind you and you sigh deeply.Â
âNot now, Matthew. I really just want to be alone,â You indirectly ask your knight for solitude.Â
âNot Matthew,â The presence spits out the name and you gasp as you feel the cold metal of his blade against your throat.Â
Rodrick.
How could you forget his voice? You donât move as you watch him circle in front of you. The point of the dagger in his hands remains pointed at your throat. You swallow your nerves, the slight movement enough to scratch your skin against the sharp blade.Â
âYou embarrassed me. In front of all of your citizens,â Rodrick begins to monologue. Itâs hard to make out his face in the dark light and the angle at which you sat, but the glare he emitted was easy to feel.
âNo, you embarrassed yourself. Who told you killing someone else would bring back your dead son?â You ask to distract him. Your eyes dart around your space as you try to find a path to run away from him, or something that can hinder him while you find help.Â
âThe ruler I serve said so. And I believe in their word.â He continues.
âWho? Desire of the Endless?â You scoff as you look at his red armor. The lustful color and crest he bore on his chest plate was easy enough to piece together. âHave you ever considered your ruler is merely using you as bait?â
âThey would never,â Rodrick says back in disbelief. The blade dips slightly for a moment as he backs away.Â
You take that slight moment as your chance, grabbing at the layers of your dress and sprinting back towards the castle.
âMatthew!â You scream at the top of your lungs and you pray that it's heard past the music.Â
Hedges and thorned flowers scrape at you and get caught in your dress. The sound of pounding feet catches up to you and a yelp leaves your lips as Rodricks tackles you to the ground. Your crown dislodges itself from your head at the impact and youâre screaming as you fight back as best as you can.Â
His hands come around your throat and you grab at his wrist in panic. Rasping breaths leave you in huffs as he squeezes harder and harder. The edges of your vision start to go black as the lack of oxygen leaves your body wanting.Â
âM-Morpheus,â You call out weakly.Â
âNo one can hear you now, you pathetic queen. No one can help youââ
The weight is lifted off of you abruptly and you turn on hands and knees as you intake as much air as you possibly could. You turn back around and stand on wobbly legs and watch as two silhouettes fight each other. One, you knew to be Rodrick but the other was new. The person was armor clad in silver, so it was neither Morpheus nor Matthew. One moment, Rodrick was standing, and the next he fell to the ground in a slump.Â
âCome, letâs get you back to the palace, Your Majesty,â Your savior comes closer to you. The dagger that Rodrick had threatened you with is still in her hands.Â
âWho are you?â You ask as she takes your hand and begins a fast walk away from the dead body.Â
âYou may call me Gault, Your Majesty.â Her pace is faster than yours and in your still shocked state, you fall to the ground. Gault turns around quickly and bends to help you up from the elbow.Â
âJessamy, subdue her,â You hear Morpheus' voice nearby. The sound of armor accompanying him.Â
âWhat?â You question as you fall back to the ground. Matthew is by your side in no time, holding you up steadily.Â
You watch with confusion as Jessamy holds both of Gaultâs hands behind her back and kicks her knee in so that she kneels to the ground.Â
âForgive me, for not coming sooner,â Morpheus whispers to you. He unclips the half cape he wore and drapes it over your shoulders. Your abrasive run through the gardens leaves you more exposed than what would have been considered appropriate.Â
âWait, no, stop,â You interject as he returns his attention to Gault.Â
Morpheus ignores you, insisting to himself that your ramblings were from shock. Itâs obvious to him that Gault was going to hurt you. As soon as he noticed that you werenât in the ballroom anymore, he was quick to leave the dance and come looking for you.Â
To find you being hovered by one of his own soldiers with the weapon in her hand was evident enough in his eyes of treason. You looked horrible, your dress in shambles and thin cuts scattered across your body.Â
âI was protecting the queen,â Gault states the truth slowly. âI had no intention of hurting her. I merely wish to keep her from harm.â
âListen to her, my lord. Please, I beg you, she is speaking the truth,â You plead once more. The hold that Matthew has on you shifts from protection to restriction as you try to fight against him.Â
Morpheus ignores you once more, and while your cries hurt him, bringing you justice will satiate the pain. âYou do not get to decide what I saw with my own eyes. How do you think you should be punished for the attempt on my queenâs life?â
Gault pushes her head up higher even as the realization dawns on her. âI am not afraid.â
âYou should be.â Morpheus stalks closer to her.
âI will rather die afraid than knowing I lived without truth, my lord.â You hear Gault whisper.Â
Morpheus doesnât bother with a response. The shadows of the eclipse seem to elongate his shadow as he paths closer to her. Your pleas once again fall on deaf ears and tears sting your face red. Your screams have turned raw in your throat as you helplessly watch.
In the darkness of the eclipse, you barely register the sound of Morpheus unsheathing Jessamyâs blade from her scabbard. You donât see it, but you feel itâthe sticky warmth of blood splattering across your face. The iron taste rests heavy on your tongue as your mouth falls open in a gasp. It mixes with the wine and creates a concoction that makes you dry heave in the grass.Â
You hear it, too. As Gault doesnât die from the first strike and her blood effectively drowns her as she tries to breathe. Morpheus swings again and the head thuds to the ground, her body following quickly after as Jessamy lets her go.Â
Your scream echoes across the vastness of the night.
Ah, Morpheus you walking red flag you. Also, I'm not going to lie, idk how to redeem Dream boy over here after this chapter cause wtf is this bitch on (I know I wrote him but what the fuck?)
Someone tell me I did good, it's summer and I no longer get academic validation
⥠Yours, Layla
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Warnings:Â this fic will include dark content such as noncon/dubcon, age gap, power imbalance, low self esteem, and possible untagged elements. My warnings are not exhaustive, enter at your own risk.
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Summary: you meet a mysterious man on a night out with your sister. (petite!reader)
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Characters: casino owner!Bucky Barnes
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âYou need a box, doll?â Bucky flutters his fingers toward your plate, âyou donât gotta finish all that.âÂ
You look down at the untouched half of your sandwich. Youâd barely poked at the pesto salad on the side either. You canât help it; your stomach is swirling like a storm. Aside from that, youâre so self-aware that you make certain each bite is tidy and small. Â
You bring the napkin to your lips before you answer, âoh, sure, I guess. Um, thank you.âÂ
âYou have a big breakfast?â He wonders as he lifts his glass, squinting at its emptiness.Â
âI...â you sniff. You didnât eat at all. âIâm too nervous.âÂ
You cringe as your honestly flows free. You donât know why you said that. Maybe itâs the similarly empty glass in front of you. He smiles, his dimples showing handsomely on his bearded cheeks.Â
âYou donât gotta be,â he sets the glass down, his forearm across the table. âIs it me? I make you nervous.âÂ
You look away and cup your chin. You purse your lips and inhale slowly. You dare to face him again. You nod into your hand.Â
âWhat about me makes you nervous?â He wonders, his eyes sparkling. It has to be obvious. So obvious that he must be teasing you.Â
âYou know,â you murmur.Â
âGenuinely curious,â he clears his expression and sits back, âweâre having a good time. Good chat. So... youâre nervous, why?âÂ
âBecause youâre...â your brows squiggle, âyou. Iâm just me.âÂ
âAnd whatâs so bad about being just you?âÂ
You scoff, âI think... maybe you made a mistake. Iâm not... anything.âÂ
âWhat does that mean?â He prompts.Â
Before you can answer, Hailee appears. The slim server offers you a refill. Bucky waits for you to answer first. You decline and he puts his hand over his own glass.Â
âWeâll take the cheque,â he says and she flits off to do his bidding. He returns his attention to you before you can shrink further, âwell... what do you mean?âÂ
Your eye drift evasively. He just latches on and doesnât let go. Itâs overwhelming. You watch Hailee as she taps the tablet on the bar top across the roof. You glance at Bucky again.Â
âIâm not tall or thin or a supermodel,â you say quietly. He leans in as he tilts his head thoughtfully.Â
âIf I wanted that, thatâs who would be sitting here with me. I donât mind that youâre a little small. Itâs... I like it, actually. And a supermodel? Doll, those types got nothing on you.âÂ
You touch your cheeks then drag your hands away, âthanks, but...âÂ
âBut?â He echoes.Â
âNothing. Nothing,â you assure him meekly, âI just... Iâm not sure about all this.â Â
Hailee once more returns. She hands Bucky the bill and he doesnât even look at it as he slides his wallet out of his pocket. He hands her his card and the slip of paper. Once more, sheâs off.Â
âNot sure?â He says.Â
âSorry, I just...â once more you look at the server as she swipes his card. When you look back, Buckyâs watching you intently, âplease keep your money. You paid for lunch, thatâs enough.âÂ
âBut doll--âÂ
âPlease, I donât feel right taking it,â you put your palms out and drop your hands, âthank you for lunch but Iâm not cut out for this.âÂ
âHm,â he clicks his tongue and leans his chin on his knuckles, âdonât decide right now. I get it. Itâs a lot at once. So think about it and get back to me.âÂ
âI... Iâm telling you,â you wilt, âI donât think... Iâm not what you think I am.âÂ
âI have no idea what you are, doll,â he extends his fingers under his chin, âbut I like what I see and I want more.âÂ
You shakily bring your hand to your neck. He canât mean it. He canât want you. No way. If you say yes, how long does that last? You didnât come here for lunch or an âarrangementâ. You need a job. You need something sustainable.Â
Besides, you never thought youâd ever consider being a prostitute. Thatâs what heâs suggesting, isnât it? Youâre pathetic but you have some standards.Â
You sigh. You said no once, maybe more, maybe not firmly enough, but heâs not hearing you. So you will âthink about itâ and repeat yourself later.Â
âAlright,â you agree as you lean back and pull your hands into your lap.Â
âAll Iâm asking for is a chance,â he says. Your heart pulses tightly. Heâs asking you? âLetâs get your leftovers packed up and I'll take you home.âÂ
âOh, uh, I can get a cab--âÂ
âNah,â he waves you off, âIâm here. Mervâs gotta get me back to the casino as it is.âÂ
đ
âYouâll call me, wonât you, doll?â Bucky asks as Merv stops outside the curb of your motherâs house.Â
You peek up through the tinted window and back at the man beside you. He shamelessly has his arm stretched over the seat above your shoulders, the scent of his cologne invading your nostrils. You nod dumbly before you process his words.Â
âYeah, I will,â you assure him as you undo your seat belt and untangle your purse from the strap.Â
âDonât leave me hanging,â he pulls his arm away and brushes your shoulder then down your sleeve.Â
âI wonât, like I said... Iâll think about it,â you reach for the handle and he hums.Â
âI had a good time. I like talking to you, doll.âÂ
You stop yourself from fleeing like you so desperately want to do. You turn back to him. Youâre struck by him, not for the first time. Someone like him noticed you and did all this. It feels like youâre drowning. You can barely think straight.Â
 âMe too. It was really nice,â you breathe.Â
He stares at your, almost expectantly, and his lips curve slightly. Are you forgetting something? Heat speckles over your cheeks. Is he leaning in?Â
âHey, donât forget your leftovers,â he sits back and reaches to the other side of the seat, picking up the box.Â
âOh, thanks,â you take it, your fingers touching his.Â
âDonât let me keep you, âcause I will,â he winks, âIâm sure you got someone waiting for you.âÂ
âUh, yeah, my mom wonât be home yet but...â you suppress your irrelevant thoughts. Youâll give the sandwich and salad and to Roxie. She never complains for free food. âYeah, er, thanks.âÂ
He chuckles and claps his hand down on your leg, âtoo sweet, doll. Itâs my pleasure and thereâs a lot more where that came from.â He squeezes and removes his hand, âjust making a last-ditch case for myself.â He inhales and his shoulders rise and he fixes his collar, âhave a good one, alright? Take it easy, think...âÂ
âI will,â you affirm once more, âer, bye.âÂ
You open the door and barely keep from tripping onto the curb. You peer back one last time and attempt a smile, trying to hide the sinking pit in your chest. You donât need to think about it. You simply cannot give him what he wants.Â
You shut the door and back up. You stand cluelessly and wait. When the car doesnât move, you spin and scurry away. God, how much more awkward can you get?Â
You resist the urge to look back as you let yourself in through the front door. The TV babbles from the next room as you twist the lock. Roxie lazes across the couch as the fan oscillates over her. The summer heat has the space stuffy and sticky. The rented house doesnât have central air and the portable AC crapped out last year.Â
âHey,â you come up to the back of the couch, your anxiety still buzzing behind your ears. You feel different and you feel like sheâll sense it in an instant. You almost want her to say something.Â
She doesnât look away from the screen as she grumbles back at you.Â
âUm, momâs not home yet, right?âÂ
âDonât think so,â she yawns, her arm draped above her head against the arm rest. âItâs like three. You sleep all day?âÂ
You frown. She usually sleeps later, granted, she works until sunlight most nights.Â
âNo, I had an interview.âÂ
âHuh, Wendyâs?â She asks. Itâs probably an innocent question and a fair assumption, but it still cuts like an insult.Â
âNo, uh, whatever, I donât think I got it.âÂ
âToo bad,â she says.Â
You leave her. Sheâs too enraptured with her reality TV binge. You suppose if you were just waiting to start working, you might just want to shut off too. Thatâs exactly what you want in that moment. To stop thinking about everything.Â
Itâs not just Bucky and his offer or whatever you should call it. Itâs about your mom and Roxie and being the resident disappointment. You donât like being dead weight but it seems like itâs all youâll ever be. Thereâs more than just yourself to think about in this and yet you just canât see yourself saying yes.Â
You donât really know what youâre saying yes to. What is it exactly that Bucky wants from you? Sunny lunches and conversations about disco music? You donât think thatâs it but youâre too afraid to think about the implication behind his proposition.Â
So you wonât. You wonât-- you canât accept it. You canât bring yourself to do... that for money. If you did and your mother ever knew the truth, you shudder to think. No, you can tell an easier lie.Â
Sorry, mom, didnât pan out. Again. But Iâve been applying all around. Iâll get something.Â
đ
The first text Bucky sends, you respond to. Itâs the same day as your interview. No, thatâs not what it was. He sends a good night and you echo the sentiment. Itâs easier to pretend behind a screen.Â
You donât sleep well despite his tidings. You toss and turn and donât drag yourself out of bed until noon. Your momâs already at work and you canât stand to face her. Not since you told her it was another dead end. Roxieâs snoring in her room.Â
You go out on the back steps and sit in the sun. Itâs all muddled. You know you shouldnât. You wonât. Thatâs not you. And even if you could find the courage to say yes, youâre just not that girl. You arenât the one to be flaunted on a rich guyâs arm. Or the kind to go for manicures and to wear layers of contour. And thatâs what heâll want, even if he says now, it isnât. Men just want pretty things and youâre not.Â
The days pass in a similar idle daze. Every night, he texts. A little back and forth but you say youâre tired and check out after his usual, âsweet dreams, doll.â Two days, three days, four, five, six. A whole week and you know that you have to say it. No. Itâs almost as hard as a yes would be.Â
When the âgood morningâ pops up in your notifications, youâre frozen. You canât even fake it. You canât hit the automated reply generated by the app. You just lock your phone and put it in your nightstand drawer. Youâre a coward, just like youâve always been.Â
You scroll through the job boards. Youâve been spending most of your waking hours trawling them. The postings donât come as quickly as you apply. Some, youâre sure, youâve submitted your resume to at least twice. Well, that shows dedication, right?Â
You hear your mom come home just after five. You finally sit up from your chronic hunch and groan at the pang between your shoulders. Ugh, thatâs not good. You get up and come out as your mother sighs and drops her purse on the table.Â
âHey, I took some drumsticks out,â you say, âIâm gonna do the buffalo sauce.âÂ
âOh, hon, thatâs amazing, Iâm so tired,â she drops into a chair and props a foot on her knee, rubbing her arch, âI need new insoles.âÂ
You watch her guiltily, chewing your lip. Even if youâre not going to say yes, you almost wish youâd taken that thousand dollars. She wouldnât have to do overtime so much. You cross your arms.Â
âWhat do you want with it? We got some of the crinkle fries or--âÂ
The doorbells chimes and you hesitate. It isnât often it rings. Not for anyone by the landlord on an impromptu visit. You peer over at the same time as your mom. She sends you a curious look as she stands.Â
She hobbles away and you feel guilty for letting her. You shy away and wait by the counter. You listen to her footfalls and the schlock of the front door latch as she slides it back. It opens with the usual squeak and you hold your breath as you listen. A low drone meets your motherâs exhausted hello.Â
Oh. It wouldnât be... It canât be. You assure yourself that you donât recognise the timbre but even your denial isnât that strong. Â
Slowly, you make your way to the hall and creep down towards your mom as she keeps the door half-way shut against her. Itâs him. You hear him say your name. Oh gosh.Â
âIâm just following up on her interview. I called but maybe her battery died?â Bucky says.Â
You wince and near your mom.Â
âUh, yes, sheâs here, Iâll just go--âÂ
âMom,â you interject and she jumps in surprise.Â
âOh,â she trills with laughter, âthere she is.âÂ
She lets the door open as you step up next to her, your chest fraught with dread. You stare at Bucky as his blue eyes bore into you. Your mom touches your elbow gently. Youâre suddenly overly conscious of your pajama pants and baggy tee.Â
âIâll let you two... chat,â she retreats and leaves you there to his mercy. You canât beg her to stay without giving yourself away.Â
As she heads back down the hall, you step outside and draw the door shut. You know better than to trust her not to eaves drop. How many times had she listened through the doorway when Roxie had one of her boyfriends over.Â
âHey, doll,â Bucky crosses his arms. Is he mad? Does he know you were ignoring him or does he really think your phone died?
âHi, uh...âÂ
âYou didnât answer my texts,â he intones.Â
âUm, yeah, I... Iâve been... distracted.âÂ
He nods, a skeptical wrinkle in his forehead, âsure. It's been a week, lots of time to think.âÂ
You gape up at him. He wants an answer. Now. You have one, but you just canât say it. Youâre silent as tension roils in the humid air. He swoops back a dark lock but doesnât break his gaze.Â
âLook, I... I appreciate your offer and everything else but what youâre asking... if my mom knew...âÂ
âHm, yeah,â he puts his hands on his hips, âI thought of that too. Youâre a sweet thing and I can see she loves you. Itâs unorthodox but I only wanna take care you. Not everyone will understand that.âÂ
âRight, so I donât think--âÂ
âWell, I think sheâd be more suspicious if you walked in there and told her I came all the way here not to offer you a job,â he insists, âdonât you?âÂ
âY-yeah, but--â you sputter.Â
âSo, she doesnât need to know why Iâm here, does she? You can tell her youâre working at the casino.âÂ
âSure, but I donât...â you shake your head and look down. Heâs right. Â
If you tell your mom you missed out on another job, you donât think you could ever look her in the eye again. It wouldnât just be another let down but an actual lie. You have an opportunity here. Maybe not the one you thought, but itâs money. After years of living off your momâs hard work, you owe her. Whatâs a secret to her not having to work twelves?Â
âWe get along, donât we?â He asks.Â
You nod. Heâs been less than unkind. You canât really name a single fault on his part.Â
âSo, I donât get it. The money, itâs just a bonus,â he explains, âdonât think of it as me paying you to spend time with me, so much as us enjoying each other and both getting the perks from that.âÂ
âBut... but...â you wet your lips with your tongue and clamp them tight.Â
Heâs cornered you. If you had a few more hours, you couldâve found the strength to take your phone out and type out your rejection but face-to-face? Youâre hopeless and you think he knows that. He watches you expectantly. He isnât hoping, he knows.Â
You blow out between your lips and turn your head away, âshe canât ever know.âÂ
âDoll, for you, I'll keep my lips sealed,â he says, âwhatever you want, you got it. Thatâs the deal.âÂ
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Happy Sunday!
Thank you so much @kiwiana-writes @suseagull04 @tailsbeth-writes @myheartalivewrites @thesleepyskipper
@henryspearl (hiiiii!!) & @taste-thewaste for the tags! Some of you have recently started tagging me in these and it makes me so happy when there's new people adding me to their lists!! (equally devastates me when people stop tagging me but that's a problem for my therapist lol)
I'm very excited to share this bit with y'all because I've been wanting to write the pride chapter for so long and I sort of finally got to it! I was so excited that I texted Morgan at 1am to see if she could take a look at it at some point today and she did because she is the best! Anyway, hope you like this! There's a moodboard that goes with this chapter, you can find it here!
âYou look, umâ you have. Is thatâ? Are you wearing an earring?â Alex stammers through his words until he can finally ask a full question.Â
Henry is beyond confused. He looks at June and Nora before he answers Alex, touching his earring briefly. âYes. Itâs a bit ridiculous, I know. A silly attempt at rebellion in college. Pez made me wear it today.âÂ
âItâs not ridiculous, it'sâ itâs cool. Looks cool.âÂ
In the corner of his eye, Henry can see June and Nora watching them with their heads going from one to the other like itâs a tennis match, but he tries to ignore that and adds, looking Alex up and down. âYou look cool as well. Veryâ interesting outfit.â Henry hates that he knows he is blushing. He hopes to God it passes as just the summer heat and not the real heat he feels burning from the inside out because of the way Alex is dressed. Toned, with tan muscles exposed and shining in a mix of sweat and glitter that the three of them are wearing all over their bodies, he's a vision. Again, itâs obscene.Â
âAre yâall done ogling each other?â Nora asks, June giggling next to her. âIâll say it for both of you. Henry, you look amazing. Colours look great on you and you should consider wearing that earring permanently. Alex, you look like a slut, affectionately.â
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Good morning/evening to y'all!
In your list of frequently asked questions, there was no mention of speech disorders? I was wondering if you answer questions for that too? I'm sorry to bother you if you don't.
If you do, I have two things I'd like to ask, if you don't mind!
First of all, my character is a 4-year-old boy with a stutter from brain trauma. How much does age affect this? Are there better to be cured or is it more severe? What would be the best sort of action from parents towards child?
Secondly, what does stuttering feel like, physically? Does it include tightness in the throat, thirst, numbness, or anything like that?
Thank you all.
Hello,
Yes, we have at least one mod with a speech disorder and I can answer them.
Depending on how old he was when the trauma occurred, he may not even realize that he does it. Some things, like the multiple syllable repetition unless he has a more minor form of it, he may notice and feel frustrated with, but stuttering can also include pauses and drawing sounds out which he may not even notice. Because he has the injury now, when he's still learning language like a sponge soaking in water, it's going to be harder to treat. In my experience, speech therapy that started when I was five never managed to actually improve the way I spoke. It's harder to improve in this situation- possible, to my knowledge, but harder.
Curing a stutter from a traumatic brain injury is going to be difficult. It's not likely and it's probably not something his speech therapist would even consider- when there's a lot wrong with speech and there's a reason behind it that can't be worked around, like a TBI, sometimes a speech therapist will just focus on trying to improve one aspect, or they might not even bother at all. If getting rid of his stutter is the goal, that's going to take years of work and it might not fix everything. It can be a severe condition- some people can have a severe stutter from the brain injury- but mostly it's just hard to treat because we have a permanent modification to how our brain works.
The best sort of actions his parents can take is listen to him. It might be frustrating for people to listen to someone who stutters and they might experience isolation because people don't want to talk to or listen to them, it does so much to have even one person in your life who will listen to you speak without impatience, interrupting, or ignoring. Because he's also going into school, listening to him is really important. School is very difficult for people with speech disabilities (for all disabled people, really.) He may experience teachers who are impatient or ableist, or he might experience isolation from his peers or even bullying. It's important his parents listen to him about any issues he may be facing so that they can step in and advocate him. They're the most important people for him to have in his corner. Listening to and communicating with any child is important, but it's very important that his parents listen to and communicate with him. At the very least, it creates a safe place for him at home. At best, he'll talk to his parents about bullying and they can put up a big enough fuss that the issue will be resolved.
As for what it feels like, it feels like the mouth kind of pauses. Like you're trying to say something but there's a barrier in your mouth, so you have to force every sound through it, and that's hard to do. A lot of people who stutter report physically tensing up trying to speak, leading to tension aches wherever they tense, usually in the face or neck, and that tensing is kind of subconscious as if there really is a barrier and you need to physically force the words through the barrier.
As you try and get words out, you might become stressed or frustrated, and that usually makes the stutter worse, which just makes your frustration and anxiety worse. They feed on each other and it sucks.
People who stutter also might have what are called secondary symptoms, like the reflexive tension I mentioned earlier. These secondary symptoms can include grimacing, blinking, movement or another part of the body, like the arms, legs, or feet, issues maintaining eye contact or even issues looking at the person they're talking to at all, and changes in the pitch or volume of the voice. You might also see adaptive behaviours from the person trying to hide their stutter, such as using word substitutions, meaning replacing a word they might stutter on with one they can say easier, interjections such as uh, um, etc, filler words such as like, and quickly revising sentences to either hide a stutter or rephrase the sentence to make it easier to say, things like "I want- I'll have the pasta." Stuttering and those secondary behaviours can lead to him trying to avoid speaking, which he definitely shouldn't do (shouldn't avoid speaking, I mean.)
Also, you might want to consider exactly where the TBI was and how severe it was, because location and severity can also cause other symptoms. An injury to the cerebellum, for example, will impact his fine motor skills. Look into the areas around the specific places that control speech, too. If the injury was bad enough or at the right angle to hit those places, he'll also have symptoms associated with a TBI to those locations.
Thank you for sending this.
Mod Aaron
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okay good cus i have au brainrot and a sleeping problem
right now im working on lov traitor himiko bc she has done no wrong and possibly one of my favorite characters bc have i mentioned shes awesome /lh
also how do you make sure your characterization is right? ive deleted work before after working on it simply because they got slowy ooc over the course of the snippet lol
(sorry if im just barraging you with asks just tell me to stop if youre uncomfy as i mentioned i have brainrot haha)
yeah word dump (im sorry)
(This is the Anon from this Ask, but I didn't get around to this right away)
I'm not going to say Toga did nothing wrong but I love her, and the idea of her as a traitor is wild. Given her shapeshifting powers, she's probably the best situated for it after Shigaraki himself. Also she's a middle-school dropout homeless teenager so figuring out how she has the resources to do what she does could be fun
[Writing advice starts here]
For characterization, all characters are at their core comprised of three questions: 'What does this character want more than anything else?', 'Why does this character want it?', and 'How is this character going to get it?'
If you know those three questions you can handle pretty much anything. Here, let's give an example.
Bakugou:
What does Bakugou want more than anything else? To be the Number One Hero
Why does he want it? Because he has no self-worth unless people are praising him, so he's set his sights on the top celebrity in the world.
How is he going to get it? Going to UA High School.
On the other hand, Midoriya:
What does Midoriya want more than anything else? To help people.
Why does he want it? Systemic discrimination has given him a strong sense of justice and compassion for others.
How is he going to get it? Going to UA High School.
You can see how these answers inform other parts of their personality--Bakugou is insecure, so he lashes out. Midoriya is compassionate, so he empathizes with the antagonists. Additionally, Bakugou's answers change over time in response to his character development.
While thinking of characterization as a list of traits can certainly help, knowing these three questions makes it easier to keep a character consistent even as they develop in response to events.
Toga, for instance:
What does Toga want more than anything else? To live freely and not be judged for drinking blood.
Why does she want it? Her parents abused her, and she's never had the chance.
How is she going to get it? Running away from home. Later, joining the League of Villains.
Obviously, characters want more than one thing at a time, which can create drama when they have to choose between something they want versus The Thing they want more than anything else.
You can also use these questions to create character foils. As mentioned above, Bakugou and Midoriya have the same answer to the third question, but similarities and differences can come from any of those three questions.
Let's say, hypothetically, you're writing a fantasy story about three kingdoms in an uneasy peace. You might have characters who want to unite those three nations under one banner that look something like this.
Character A:
What does she want more than anything else? To unite the three nations.
Why does she want it? A mixture of nationalist pride as the crown princess and a desire for revenge.
How is she going to get it? A war of unification.
While Character B:
What does he want more than anything else? To unite the three nations.
Why does he want it? To put an end to the racial prejudice he faced as a child.
How is he going to get it? Diplomatic schemes and manipulations.
And you've got two characters who are suddenly very similar in some ways and completely incompatible in others.
(And you thought you had word dump!)
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Season of Love (8/?)
+18 | Toto x reader fem!teamprincipal, romance, comedy, and some good drama.
Summary: One night on a pier in Monaco, while admiring the sea under the night skies, you tell Toto: "I came to the conclusion that love is simply not meant for me." That's the answer to a question you have been asking yourself for the longest time. But what if he proved you wrong?
Author's note: This is a multichapter Toto Wolff x team principal reader fic set along a season of F1. It's a very immersive story full of drivers, team dynamics, races, mystery, and smut. You just bought the Williams team, but nobody really knows who you truly are.
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The Color of Truth is Blue Arc
Chapter 8: Safety car needed
Trigger warning: Child trauma, abuse.
Belgium
And to think Toto felt guilty enough about hiding from you his decision to get back with Susie and try to make things work with her, giving himself the hardest time for it while you had been married this whole time!
The two of you are truly made for each other since none of you have morals.
He wants to grab the helmet on the clear glass coffee table inside his remote office before him and smash it against it, but he contains himself.Â
Instead, he stands up to pour himself a drink that's almost pure alcohol and just a bit of ice, frantically prancing around the room.
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This GP is "hometown" for you guys.Â
Mathew's assistant has zero problems fitting it into his busy schedule, so he can assist in your name.
It's not that you do much for the team, anyway. You are more like a figure to lift the morale and PR the team and its sponsors around.Â
Mat looks excited to be at the paddock. He loves the attention he is getting. He remained as far from it as possible for obvious reasons, but now it seems like an excellent time to join in the fun.Â
Mainly because he feels like it, and when he likes something, he has it.
Now that the real boss is in town, people need to get used to his presence and his long list of shenanigans.
Get a grip!
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The weekend at Spa starts with the now-usual FIA meeting. On this occasion, everyone is on time.Â
The group is gathered in the final rows of chairs in another world's saddest meeting room. As always, they are messing around while they wait for the meeting to begin.
âThis carpeting looks out of a 70's Vegas casino âSeb mentions, looking around his feet.
âIt's giving "cheap motel," âCharles adds.
âIt's giving "crime scene" âSamanta joins in.
Toto and Fred enter the room, beverages in hand, gossiping.Â
Woaff! Lewis notices that Toto looks rough. His hair is messy, and big dark circles are under his eyes. Also, he seems reddish on the cheeks. Is he drinking at work?! Lewis recognizes that kind of blush on him.
âIt's giving "once someone died in here" âCheco jokes as he pictures a silhouette drawn with chalk while staring at the floor.
âIt's giving "I think I saw this place in Law & Order" âMillie says.
âHow many hours of L&O have you seen? âMick changes the topic, knowing Millie is a fan.
âMore than needed âshe admits.Â
âSo you weren't joking when you said, "I go and put Law & Order on any device before a race as my race ritual"? âGeorge looks at her, eyes widening and holding a giggle.
Sam interrupts as Millie is about to answer: âElvis has arrived.
All their heads turn to the door as Matthew swags in.
âArmani ani ani ani âMillie sings Megan The Stallion style. âHe looks so stylish in that suit! Hot!
âHe is your boss, dude! âOscar says and looks at her, chin up.
âAnd married to my wife! Who's also your boss. So more respect, please âLando adds.
âDoes that make you her father? âSebastian jokes, pointing at the blonde.
âAre you Millie's dad?! âLewis joins in, acting shocked.
âDad?! âMillie turns in his chair to face Lando, wide eyes and arms reaching for a hug.
âYou all stupid âSam laughs, enjoying the exchange.
Mathew being the annoying ass he is, goes straight to her and drops in the chair next to Sam, placing his arm around her shoulders. âAmelia, hi! âMat addresses her with a big-ass smile and stunning blue eyes staring at her.
âAMELIA?!! âeveryone but Millie lets out in shock.
âHow lovely to see you! âSam greets him with a "fuck you!" gaze but answers with the sweetest voice.
âYes, that's her middle name, you didn't know?! âMat asks the group, pretending to be shocked, knowing she hates that name.
Then, the FIA deputy enters and asks Mathew to join him upfront since they are addressing the whole Lenkov situation and the new safety on paddock protocols with the drivers for the first time.
âWell, now that everything is clear, I will leave the microphone to Mr. De Vos to introduce himself...
âYes, take off your shirt and tell us âLando jokes in a low voice, next to Millie, discreetly bumping her and laughing low.Â
Those fuckers.
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Everyone looks bored as Fred goes forever after grabbing the mic to discuss the car skidding due to fluids and oil spills on the pitlane.
âNo, you guys. I like this topic! I identify with it since I'm also fluid âMillie adds, all confident and open.
âGenderfluid? âSeb smiles big at her, eyes sparkling at her gutsy statement.
âI love the gender fluids âLando jokes, with a cheeky innuendo as usual.
âI wouldn't mind some gender fluids instead of this, mate âDani adds.
âI would have the gender fluids, please! âMick jokes, pretending to raise his hand.
âI'm feeling my gender-fluids right now âMillie colorfully adds while looking at Mathew.
âWhat fluids is he talking about?! âGeorge asks, serious, not recalling watching spots or brushes on the pitlane, unable to hear Fred accurately and utterly unaware of the jokes around.
âThe genders âSeb and Millie answer simultaneously before bursting out laughing, watching a perplexed George.Â
Everyone in the room turns their heads to them.
âOh shit!
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As soon as the doctors inform you that you can leave the hospital, your team moves you to the Manor, where Mathew insists you take a break and rest before putting a foot back on the paddock, much to your complaints.
He lets you know he will handle it while you are gone, and not enough "I'm fine!" on your part makes him change his mind.
Nothing good will come out of this with him there, you know that!
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The press is desperate to get an interview out of Mathew, and the photographers already love him, a cloud of lens following him around.
With those looks, impeccable suit, and swag, who wouldn't want to snap his picture?Â
But his security has him covered.
A new and hot Sky Sports reporter approaches him, and he lets her slide in, with a microphone in hand and a cameraman following her.
Mathew gives her an exclusive interview, instantly switching to his most charming, funny, and sweet persona. He shines under the lens, showing his big, bright smile with gorgeous teeth.
Mat reaches the reporter's ear when the interview finishes and the cameraman lowers the lens. âTower Suite 1898 The Post, 7:00 p.m., don't be late. I'm fucking you in dark lingerie and ankle-strap black high heels.
She nods, all blushing, knees shaking at his invitation.
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Okay, Toto can't resist it anymore. He promised he wouldn't do it, but he can't. It's driving him nuts.
He opens his iPad and smashes the keywords on the Google search bar, typing "Mathew De Vos."
A ton of links and information show up.
"Cambridge Faculty of Law Board Member, Masters in Corporate Law, PhD. in Law, former ONU ambassador, former Interpol Associate"
Toto closes those taps after reading them and moves to the next more frivolous ones.
"#4 on World's Richest Men, #2 Billionaires Under 30, #2 GQ's Stylish CEOs"
In all his status, Mathew appears married, and in most of his interviews, he always mentions his wife, you, which hurts him.
Okay, but what does Matthew do right now? Why buying an F1 team? There's nothing linking him or you to the sport. Could it be just for a hobby?
"Current investor and CEO of Little Heroes Global: Safeguarding Minors Around the Globe."
Okay, there's still no connection. Maybe it was just a good business deal?Â
Toto keeps reading and then moves to trashier, gossipy sites.
Le Soir
Brussels, 2004.
Tragedy strikes De Vos family as helicopter crash kills parents, leaving 16-year-old son heir.
A devastating helicopter crash in the rolling hills of Belgium has claimed the lives of Victor and Lina De Vos, leaving their 16-year-old son, Mathew, the sole heir to their vast family fortune.
According to eyewitnesses, the De Vos family was on a routine flight from their estate in Wallonia to Brussels when the helicopter suddenly lost control and crashed in a nearby field. The accident occurred at approximately 10:45 a.m., with rescue teams arriving on the scene within minutes.
"It was a scene of utter devastation," said Alfred Van der Meer, a local farmer who witnessed the crash. "I saw the helicopter go down and then... grey clouds."
Victor De Vos, a wealthy businessman and billionaire, was 45 years old at the time of his death. His wife, Lina, was 42.Â
The couple was known for their philanthropic efforts and various charitable organizations throughout Belgium.
Mathew De Vos, 16 years old at the time of the accident, is now the heir to his father's business empire and the family's Manor. The exact value of the estate is unknown, but insiders close to the family suggest that it could be worth hundreds of millions.
"We are still trying to come to terms with this tragedy," said Michel Droveb, his godfather, a family friend, and business associate. "But we are all relieved that Mathew is safe and will be able to carry on his parents' legacy."
As news of the tragedy spread, tributes poured in from around the world. "The De Vos family was a shining example of generosity and kindness," said King Leopold II of Belgium. "Their loss is a great blow to our nation."
Funeral services are scheduled for next week at the St. Michael's Cathedral in Antwerp.
In the meantime, Mathew De Vos has been taken under the wing of his family's trusted advisors and is expected to continue his parents' business endeavors.
As he begins his journey as one of the world's youngest billionaires, Mathew De Vos has vowed to honor his parents' memory by using his wealth to make a positive impact on the world.
"We will continue to give back to our community and support those in need," he said in a statement. "My parents would want nothing less."
The exact cause of the crash is still under investigation.Â
Toto finishes reading the old entry on the news site, a bit pale and shocked. That may explain some of Mathew's attitude.Â
He locks his iPad after indulging himself too much and thinks it's enough. Toto has more important things to do.
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As soon as you are allowed to leave the bed, you go visit Mat's mom since you miss her very much. You walk there barefoot, feeling the cold wood and stone floors of the Manor all the way to the next wing.
She is peacefully lying in bed. The massive room is full of bright natural light, and a fresh and stunning bouquet of her favorite flowers is placed on the nightstand next to her, filling the room with a delicious scent.
You want to tell her all about your new life and the people you have met, and as you share everything about Toto with her, you get emotional and overwhelmed.
So when Mathew arrives there after searching for you, he finds you crying while holding her limp hand.
He comes closer and sits at the border of his mother's ICU hospital bed, placing himself between it and the armchair where you are sitting at.Â
The room remains quiet, just the sounds of the life support pieces of equipment keeping his elderly mom alive, in a coma, but still.
He tenderly kisses her mother's temple before facing you, leaning his body in to wipe the tears sliding down your cheeks.
âTell me what's hurting you to fix it? âcompassion and care fill his eyes.
âThis has no fix. Damage is done âyou stare down at your hands before adding: âBut going out to dinner can help me feel better.
He nods. âI know the place.
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Sam joins you for breakfast at the Manor the following morning, where you tell her every detail about the plan, now being able to, and how it went.
âThen Pascal played one for the team again! âshe says before grabbing a portion of her pancakes.
âI'm worried about him. I hope he is safe and well. âyou express with deep concern, much to Mathew's dislike.
âOh, he is. He let me know days ago âMat says in the most nonchalant, neutral voice while picking his fruits.
âWhat?! Why didn't you tell me?! I've been worrying all these past days! ânow you sound exasperated at him.
A "here we go!" face sets on Sam.
âYou needed to rest! No further point! âMat continues, still not caring, as if nothing was wrong.
âStop telling me what I need! âyou raise your voice at him, now you are mad!
He looks up and stares at you with an icy look but doesn't reply; he continues having breakfast as if nothing is happening.
One day, you will lose it with Mathew's controlling and psycho moves.Â
You regain your composure and add: âThis can't keep happening! I need to know the things that involve me right at the moment!
âUnderstood âit's all he says.
âAnd what about Lenkov? Any whereabouts? âSam says, pushing topics, used to witnessing you fight.
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You text Seb to let him know you are at the Manor now.
âI'm glad! But where's that?! Do you own a manor? It doesn't sound much like your style! Ah, and thanks for answering back!
âSorry for the delay in replies! I was resting. Shit! I forgot you don't know about it. Let me ask Mat if you can pop by. He is very particular about who is allowed here.
âNo worries! I can ask him myself. I'm watching him right here.
Seb puts his phone inside his red tracksuit pocket, scooters down the pitlane to Mat beside Michael, and chats casually with the men in German before asking him the question.
âWait, Seb!Â
Seb doesn't read your text. Seb takes Mathew entirely by surprise.Â
Mathew allows him to visit you, sensing Vettel is kind and has some guts to reach him.
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When you return to the Manor, feeling tipsy after drinking a lot in that sports bar where you watched the race in secret.
Your heart sank every time Toto appeared on screen, looking as handsome as ever but without acting playful in front of the camera.
Sebastian is already in the old drawing room, waiting for you and chatting with Mat in a friendly way, which is rare. Damn, time flew by!
âAnd there she is! Hello, drunk! âSeb greets you as soon as you enter the room.
Mathew sends you a cold look, which you defiantly ignore.
âBee guy! âyou reach Seb and give him a warm hug. âPodium, heh!
âI know! Third place! Not that bad for this old man?! Tell Millie to leave me to win sometime, one win this season, pretty please! âSeb smiles big at you.
âNo way, Jose! I'm sorry for making you wait with this one! âyou point to Mat with your thumb.
âAlcohol produces brain damage, and you need cold water and food! I see you two at the dining table.
Mat exits the room, annoyed; he hates alcohol, cigars, drugs, sugar, and everything that's unhealthy for the body.
âDoes he always swags all moody like that? âSeb asks, following him with his eyes, raising his eyebrows.
âOh yeah âyou let out a giggle.
You love Vettel.
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âAnd those are your parents, right? âSeb asks, observing the massive regal oil painting of a family of three hanging on the wall by the exquisite wooden crafted stairs before sensing the atmosphere changing.
He got offered a tour of the Manor.
âYes âMat answers solemnly, you two standing near Seb while he leans to peek. All alcohol is out of your system by this point.
âDo the eyes follow you around as you walk past? âVettel jokes in the most Sebastian way possible.
A smile forms on Mathew's lips. âIt sometimes shakes too. You know when father disapprovals! âhe pats Seb a bit too hard on the back.
âIt's a bit too much, isn't it? âyou join in. Shruging your nose, looking at the old painting.
âYeah âboth men agree, letting out in unison.
âYou were such a cute kid. What happened?! âSeb teases Mat.
âLife, life happened to me âhe answers, more honest than joking, oblivious to Seb, clear to you.
Why is Mat acting open and friendly with him?
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âTa-dah! This is my room! âyou invite Seb to hang out in a more private space, taking him to the last spot of the tour.
Mathew had already left to the wing of the Manor that is his. He always hides in there; sometimes, you even forget he exists or that you were supposed to live with him.
âSo this is where you grew up? âSeb is curious and naturally funny, so he is already playfully peeking into your drawers, looking at the Polaroids on the wall, and checking the decor. âOh wow, baby Sam!
He points to a picture where "kid Sam" and a younger Alexi, Mat, and you appear.
âYeah, that's about when I arrived here, and no, I didn't grow up here âyou shake your head several times. âI wish!
Now, Seb is confused. Mat just told him you two lived together "since you were kids." âThen, where?
âHere, take a sit âyou invite him to hang on the sofa in front of the big stony fireplace as it lights the huge room. The night is fully set, and the air in the countryside is cold. âBare along...
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This story is not a happy one.
You will never forget that big old mansion in the woods where you grew up. Your oldest memories start there at age four.
You had no idea who your mom was; you had never met her, only your nanny, who cared for you and your baby sister, a cute five-month-old girl, a chubby, healthy baby with pink cheeks.Â
You loved holding her; she always wrapped her fingers around your thumb and tried to get your long, shiny hair into her mouth, which made you giggle.
You let her play with your teddy bear; she is the only one allowed to grab "bon-bon."Â
You love wrapping big bowties around its plushie neck, and your papa occasionally gifts you colorful and shiny ribbons.
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Every day, you take lessons with a rigorous and cruel governess who teaches you manners and scolds you when you do things wrong, calling you an animal and a brute whenever she loses her patience with you.
You don't like how she treats you, but you don't notice anything wrong with it. It feels ordinary to you.
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The following day, your nanny wakes you up early and tells you they have important guests coming over, and you must look pretty to welcome them.Â
She combs your hair roughly and, in a rush, pulls it into a tight bun as instructed while you are on your feet on top of the makeup chair.Â
She puts you into a puffy chiffon dress and starts applying you makeup, which you love. You like all those things: hairstyles, dresses, makeup, nails, glitter, and sparks.Â
When you see yourself in the mirror, you look like a doll that belongs on a shelf as you stick your tongue out and make silly faces at your reflection.
She then takes you downstairs to your favorite room of the large house. The playroom is colorful and has many toys to play with; it's a shame you always play alone.
You go inside and grab a couple of plushies and a plastic tea set when you notice several stern and tall men watching you.Â
You feel a little bit shy under their stares; among them is a man who looks intensely at you.Â
He is a tall, silver-haired, muscular man with captivating eyes and a dangerous smirk that could charm the devil himself.
Standing next to him are gunmen and two large menacing dogs guarding him.Â
Another group of gentlemen join him before they all enter your dad's office, a forbidden ground for you.
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After a while, everyone exits the house's entrance door and leaves, but the silver-haired man stays longer.Â
You have seen him before; he is your daddy's boss.
Sometimes, they have meetings, and whenever he is at the house, they get you all cute-looking and rushed downstairs.
He always asks for you and handles you expensive gifts every visit.
You get distracted by him bringing you cake; all you want is a slice. The merengue looks delicious and smells like vanilla.
Your dad and the man come closer to you. He greets you brusquely, caressing your cheek.
Now that you are near him, you look terrified at the two scary Dobermans monitoring your every move.
âThey don't bite unless I command them to âHe looks at the muscular animals. âSo be a nice girl âhe jokes with you.Â
You reach closer to your dad's leg, trying to hide behind it, but he neither pats nor reassures you.
âStatus on her training? âthe silver-haired man asks.
âShe is about to start it, sir.
âWhen it gets done, send her to me âhe instructs with an authoritarian voice but nonchalant.Â
He brushes his hand on your hair before he heads out of the big, beautiful wooden entrance door.
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As the days go by, you start to spend more and more time studying with your governess.
That cruel woman seems to be under such stress of quickly teaching you many things, so she behaves even more viciously.Â
Your German, French, and English lessons feel too much for your little brain. No six-year-old should feel this pressure on herself; all you want to do is play.Â
You get moody and start to cry, not being able to take it more; you are tired!
Suddenly, you feel a painful sting on your cheek; your dad slapped you hard for whining. âStop crying, behave! âHe commands you.
And you do so.
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You are in the staff's kitchen, sitting on a high barstool, legs swinging in the air, while the cook prepares the meal.Â
You ask her to make you a sandwich, but she tells you you are no longer allowed bread or carbs.Â
That kitchen leads outdoors to the massive gardens by a backdoor; it's a vast property.Â
Another prominent building sits right across the field, in the distance, behind some bushes and trees.
You are not allowed out, and you are not allowed to go near there.Â
But you are a curious and strong-willed girl, after all.Â
You peek through the window and see two little boys and girls walking from room to room inside the other property. You want to go and play with them, as you are always among grown-ups.
The cook follows your gaze and rushes you out of the kitchen and back to the living area.
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It's late at night, and you wake up to the sound of your stomach growling.Â
The house is so quiet, as everyone is sleeping, and it's the perfect moment for you to sneak to get ice cream.Â
You risk going to the kitchen after your curfew because you feel hungry from the small portions they have given you lately.Â
For some reason, they have been measuring and weighing you daily.
You navigate the large house's hallways, avoiding making a sound. Your steps softly creak on the wooden floors unnoticed, which is why you are barefoot, which is also not allowed.
You finally make it to the kitchen and, on your tiptoes, take the big bucket of ice cream out of the freezer and to the countertop.Â
You are short for your age, which makes you look younger and even more adorable. You are such a cute, tiny girl.
You hop on the stool and eat the chocolate ice cream straight from the bucket with a big spoon, licking it; chocolate goes all over your collar and lips.
If the governess saw you doing this, she would lock you in the closet. She had done it before and made you spend an entire night there for disobedience.Â
You cried hard for your dad. That place was cold and dark, but he never showed up.
You catch movement with the corners of your eyes outside the large window into the garden's bushes, the same window from which you peeked out earlier.
A small shadow moves quickly, and you get a bit scared, but curiosity makes you reach closer to the window's glass, your nose almost touching it. It feels cold, it must be freezing outside.
You catch a small girl hiding in the bushes and dropping to the dirt quickly as she notices you.Â
The door to the outside is just steps away. What if you go help her? She looks distressed and must be cold!Â
You know you are not allowed to, yet you go.Â
You expect the door to be locked, but you open it easily.
You hear a soft beep as you set foot outside on the deck. Then the alarm goes off, and the motion detection lights turn on; they are so strong they blind you.Â
You watch the little girl run to the forest as fast as she can. You try to go after her when you feel a firm grip pulling you from the hair and throwing you back into the kitchen.Â
You hit the floor hard, sliding in.
You see a pair of black combat boots about to kick you in the stomach when your dad's voice screams very loud.Â
âDon't get her scratch! She's valuable! âthe man immediately stops mid-kick with a yes, sir.
You watch the other guards drag violently the little girl back inside the other building.Â
You barely hear her indistinct screams in the distance. As you lose sight of her, you think she is begging for her mother, and then the door gets violently slammed close in front of you and locked down this time.
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You don't understand what is happening but remember feeling freaked out that day.Â
You then recall how scared you used to feel every single day back in those times.
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They leave you for two days inside that dark closet with no food and no water as punishment.
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The following month, the governess tells you she has finished her job with you but informs you that your training is set to start.Â
You don't get what she means by "training."
Then, she leaves the study room and returns with a boy about two years older than you.Â
You quickly get happy to see someone close to your age and not another adult. You have been raised among them.
The boy looks rigid and lost in the eye as he approaches you.Â
When he is standing before you, he pulls you closer and kisses you on the mouth. You giggle at the sensation. It feels funny!
But you see nothing wrong with this, you like the contact since you have never been held like that.
These lessons last for several weeks. They get weirder and more touch-y each time.Â
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When winter arrives, it starts to snow outside. You are cozy sleeping in bed, hugging your teddy plushie under your warm blanket.Â
The fireplace creeks and heats the room when you hear heavy footsteps outside your bedroom door before it opens.
A big, bulky guy picks you up from the bed, still wrapped in the blanket, waking you up. He carries you down the hallway, heading with you down the stairs.
There, you see your dad, for the last time, on your way to the SUV with tinted black windows parked right outside the front door.Â
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It turns out that man wasn't your father, nor was this your actual home.
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You remember feeling increasingly nervous as the car gets further away from the property. All you think about is Bon-bon and the baby.Â
You cry.
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You are sent to the Serbian ring, where your price is high for obvious reasons. You overhear the man who takes you there sound delighted at how high your bid went.Â
You don't understand a thing.
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Two days later, they fly you to a high-end hotel bungalow in Bali, where an older man expects you.Â
They make him read some papers with terms and things he is suggested not to do to you since this type of man doesn't like the phrase "not allowed to," and he agrees.Â
The chaperone then closes the room door behind you, leaving you alone with him.
You don't know what to do next, so you watch him remove his tie and shoes as he points you to the bed.Â
As an obedient and collected girl, you get in there.Â
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This man paid in advance for an entire year of your services and exclusivity, which is an enormous amount of money.Â
They make you meet with him always in different countries and locations until he gets bored of your body and moves to the next younger new girl.
After that, they return you to the market, and you visit the ring again, this time in Turkey.Â
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You were supposed to live in several security houses when you weren't traveling around the globe to meet your owners, which never happened to you.Â
They rotate them constantly, and cameras and microphones are everywhere, so the other girls and boys cannot interact.Â
It doesn't matter much anyway.Â
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With time, you learn that the more money you make them, the better things go for you.Â
Soon, you discover you are one of the privileged ones since Lenkov, the silver-haired man from childhood, is infatuated with you and asks for you whenever he wants you.Â
He is a scum.
âIf you weren't so good for my business, I do have you living here with me full time like one of my dolls âthe fit older man tells you while inhaling coke from the tits of a busty teenager.Â
While another underage girl like you sits in his lap wearing a tiny bikini, five of them are in there fighting for his attention and petting him all around at his open-floor mansion by the sea in Punta Cana, where he currently lives. You are the youngest one in there.
Lenkov has many places and doesn't stay in one longer, and the girls he likes for his sick enjoyment only get to follow him all around.
It's a better type of prison to be at; you get to learn, and it's way better than getting bid off in the rings.
At least with him, you know what to expect.
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Lenkov hosts one of his infamous parties as a goodbye to Punta Cana, which is full of powerful and corrupt guests.Â
Drugs, alcohol, and a bunch of underage girls and boys are there at their disposition and for everyone's enjoyment, all if they pay, of course!Â
Bricks of money and bags full of rolls are on several surfaces.
After your previous owner passed away in a very sketchy way, you are pretty sure he got himself poisoned. Â
Lenkov ordered that they broght you so he can enjoy your body during the weekend and for your attendance at the party since a couple of Arab princes and some Serbian moguls will be there, and he wants you to work your way with them.
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A very stoic, tall, and older man in an expensive suit sits, legs crossed, in the expensive armchair next to Lenkov.Â
He looks you up from afar, his eyes traveling every inch of your skin.Â
You know how to read a room by this point in your life. So you get closer and slowly twirl for him.
âShe âhe turns to tell the silver-haired man, looking at you, and Lenkov nods, allowing it.
There he was, your new owner.Â
God, you hated that word. You weren't a thing to be own; you were a person, even if they didn't treat you like one.
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When your chaperone opens the door to a massive suite in Dubai, you are surprised to be greeted by a tall, gorgeous, muscular man with piercing blue eyes, dark, wavy hair, and great skin.Â
He is big and athletic. You would find him extremely attractive if he wasn't this sick person.Â
After being with many 50-plus-year-olds, a 33-year-old feels young enough for you. Even if he is not, you are only 14 by this point.Â
Well, you have been told you are.Â
Since you don't own a passport or credentials, you don't know exactly who you are, how old you are, where you come from, or anything about yourself.
He agrees to the terms presented to him, and then, as usual, you are left alone with him.Â
Either they go all over you immediately, asking you to take your clothes off in an instant or foreplay a bit before demanding you to go straight to the bed.
But none of the listed happens this time.Â
He returns to his laptop, where he seems busy working. Of course, he didn't forget about you. He was totally ignoring you.Â
It's always tricky with these guys! They are often arrogant, violent, controlling, or power-obsessed and challenging to read or act around.Â
But, unfortunately for you, you have enough experience dealing with all those types.Â
So you take off your dress, revealing your tiniest lingerie, and against your will, as usual, approach him, showing off your body.Â
You get into his lap, placing yourself on his crotch.Â
You don't want problems, and you know what happens to girls who get a "bad review" to say it like that.
He stops reading what's on his screen, getting distracted by you, then turns to grab his jacket and offers it to you. âNo need for any of that âhe tells you.Â
And you put his coat on.Â
It looks so big on you, covering your whole body. You move to sit on the sofa near him.Â
Dead silence.Â
He couldn't care less about you.
âSir, I'm all okay? Is there a way I can pleasure you? If I'm doing something wrong, please let me make it up to you âyou freak out as you notice the time of your session is running out; you don't want trouble.
âI didn't hire you âhe says, still typing and looking busy. That takes you off guard. He looks straight at you with those fierce blue eyes, frowning.
âPardon?
âMy sick father gave you to me as a "forgive me" present âhe lets out with disdain. âI don't get how he is okay with this stuff. I'm not too fond of paid girls or STDS. I'm not into the young ones.
âI'm very clean, I get tested all the ti-
âSo, how does this shit work? âhe interrupts you, not caring about what you are saying. âI read on paper that a titanium package was paid. Even the name sounds absurd!
You look at him collected, avoiding saying a dumb thing, being extremely careful with each word.
âIt means I'm exclusive to your enjoyment, and you have me ten sessions before acquiring the package again if I please you, that I promise I-
âI see âhe again interrupts your rehearsed speech.
You hear soft knocks in code on the door. It means Fran, your chaperone, of course you know that isn't his real name, is waiting for you.
You get your dress back on, and he walks you to the door.
Before reaching it, he suddenly pushes you into a rough and intense kiss, messing your hair and fucking your lipstick, biting open your lip, and, in a powerful movement, tearing your dress a little bit, taking you by surprise.
Fran opens the door at your lack of response and quickly apologizes, witnessing some of the action. âI didn't mean to interrupt, sir.
âNo worries, I'm done with her âhe says deadpan, pushing you out with a big slap in the ass.
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This goes on for the subsequent sessions.Â
He doesn't touch you more than what is required to pretend you two did the thing. He is clever at keeping appearances.
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âSo, as long as I have you under my power, I can take my time to have our "sessions," right?
âYes, sir, but not that much.
âGood, that gains us little time.
He asks you one night while looking out of the panoramic windows, sipping his coñac.Â
Damn, he is muscular and hot.
âFeel free to use the suite amenities. You are not allowed out of the room, correct?
âOh no, I'm not âyou confirm quickly, not wanting to get in serious trouble. Guards parol you, so there's no way you could get out even if you tried.
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He renews his package with you without touching or disrespecting you in any way.Â
Every time you meet him, you expect him to ask you to return the favor. Your life experiences have made you wary and distrustful.
But he doesn't.
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âYes?! âhe looks your way. You have been staring at him for five minutes. He is not the most tender-speaking person.
âI'm sorry, I wasn't, I-
âIt's alright, you can talk.
âNo worries, you seem busy.
âGo straight to the point or remain shut up âhe dislikes wasting time.
âWhy are you doing this? âyou venture to ask. âI'm not trying to sound ungrateful. I'm more than thankful to you, sir.
âDon't call me sir; it makes me feel dirty âhe drops himself on the sofa beside you, giving himself time off from work, stretching. âI get what you are going through. I'm in a prison of my own, too.
You remain quiet a little bit, pensive to open your mouth, knowing you can trust no bitch, but this feels different. So you trust your gut. âWhat do you mean?
âMy father got my family, me included... âhe stands to pour himself another glass of coñac and offers you one. You aren't allowed to drink unless they offer you, so you accept it. â...dragged into his illicit business, sadly, we have no way out now.
âI think I met him once from afar. No disrespect, but he seems harsh.
âYou can disrespect him all you want. I hate my father; he is a scumbag, he got my brother locked up and murdered in jail, and my mother is also dead, thanks to him. So now it's just us.
Silence.
âAre you in any danger? âyou ask, honestly concerned.
âWorried about your situation?
âNo si- shit! âyou quickly correct yourself. âSorry, what do I call you?
âPascal, that's my real name, by the way. As you can see, I don't care much, and yes! I'm always in danger, not imminent, but still, it's a dangerous game I'm playing.
âYou are kind to me, that's why I asked. I don't know my real name, so I have no name you can call me.
âI can think of a couple of ones âhe makes an innuendo, and by your shocked expression, he quickly adds. âI'm joking! I'm kidding!
You laugh for the first time in God knows how long.
Knocks come on the door.
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That goes on until Lenkov becomes possessive of you and warns him that this is the last time Pascal is allowed to acquire your package, and he won't steal you away from him.
âI'm not planning to do so, Lenkov, it's just that pussy is so good, and I don't know how to quit it âhe lies.
Lenkov smiles at him with an "I get it" expression before asking him for an obscene amount of money.
Pascal agrees to it, but only if he is allowed to have you for more time, for an entire year.
âA million, and it's a deal.
âBut if she stays with me in London...
âShe will be not allowed out of the apartment, I will place snipers, and if you try to trick me, I will slight her throat in front of you and then yours. A million and a half, and it's done.
Pascal pays for it.
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He welcomes you to your new home with a glass of champagne.
âTo the birthday girl.
âWhat?!
âToday is your birthday. According to your birth certificate, here, it's your gift.
âIs this real?! âtears fill your eyes. He nods, and then Pascal looks taken aback when you give him the warmest hug he has ever received.Â
He doesn't know what to do until he relaxes and hugs you back.
âI could sleep with you right now! âyou say, and you quickly add by the shocked expression he gives you. âI'm joking! I'm kidding. Ah! I'm one year older than I thought! But how did you get this?!
âI have something to confess to you, and it's the reason why I moved you here with me âhe sounds serious and looks stern; he hesitates before continuing.Â
You start thinking about the worst possible outcome. Here comes the part that goes bad for you.Â
âA few months ago, I made contact with Interpol.
âOh, please, I'm, look, I, I rather not âyou mumble and start to panic, fearing for your life.
âI see. I may die after this âPascal lets out.
âYou what?! âyou panic.
âIt doesn't matter. Yeah, it's better you stay out of it.
âIf it threatens your life, then I'm in! âyou sound so assured that he looks shocked.
âWhy would you...? âhe starts asking.
You jump in. âRisk my life for yours? Anyday! You are the only good thing that has ever happened to me âPascal looks at you with an expression you cannot read.
âThis guy I got in contact with has been pursuing Lenkov for some time and plotting his downfall.
âThis guy?! Wasn't the Interpol?!
âWell, yes, he used to work for them...
âOh god, how are you sure he is not setting you up and wh- âyou panic again.
He calms you down and quickly explains. âHe is the most annoying guy ever, but it's legit. He started his own organization and has the best of the best working for him, and that's why he moved the Lenkov case with him and left Interpol to work it on his own; it's personal to him.
âHave you met with him?
âJust on the phone, many, many times.
âI don't like this.
âI promise you he is legit and has resources. He was the one who got me your birth certificate. All he is asking from us in return is to act as a witness in case all goes well and we get Lenkov on trial.
âAnd what's in this for you? I'm sorry for judging you, but my life has taught me some lessons. You aren't in this just because you want my freedom, right?
âTo whistleblow my father and expose his business with Lenkov, and make them both rot in prison.
âYou are going to get us murdered!
Pascal starts worrying about you bailing out, judging your fear and panic.
He is getting ready to start working you out when you suddenly calm down.
âBut what do I have to lose? This is no life, and if I can help to protect you, other girls, and boys and gain my freedom along the way, I will.
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Lenkov sends people to check on you two occasionally without previous notice, trying to catch in any weird move and have an excuse to move you back with him.
It comes to his attention that according to the people he sends there, they never seem to interrupt you in sexual activities, enraging him.
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You are cozy on the couch watching TV when Pascal's deep voice grabs your attention.
âListen, whenever someone from my "dad's business," aka my job, comes here, or we aren't alone, no matter if it's the help service, I need you to play along and pretend we are in a sexual relationship. We need to keep appearances and have the word spread.Â
âWhy? âyou start feeling concerned. âDid something happen?
âDon't stress about it âhe dismisses it. âJust so you know.
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âY/N, you are right. You are not being paranoid âyou have been feeling observed by people looking from the building across for some days now. âProbably Lenkov moved some people to one of the apartments in front. They are watching us now.
Pascal pretends to enjoy a drink while looking out of the floor-to-ceiling windows to the skyscraper in front of yours.Â
âMoving out is no option for us âyou add, feeling nauseous. Months have passed since you started living peacefully with Pascal at this place you now call home.
âWe need to engage more, then âhe sounds grim.
âIf we close the curtains but keep the lights on, maybe we could dry hump for them. Silhouettes may work.
âHave the men you have been with ever cared enough to close the curtains?Â
âNo. I get it. It's going to look staged. They won't go away till they make sure.
He lets an exasperated sigh and smashes his glass on the floor.
You instinctively jump. âListen, I have done it before, we could... âyou go all red.
âNo.
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After several days of noticing him consumed by the situation's stress, you cross the distance between you and gift him your first kiss.Â
Obviously, it's not your first physical kiss, but the first one that feels real.
You kiss him all the way to the bedroom.Â
Where Pascal makes love to you in a missionary position, all flesh in full display and bodies moving in rhythm for them to witness.Â
After you cowgirl him, he takes you in doggy style till you cum from pleasure for the first time ever while moaning his name.
You completely forget that you were doing it for the men watching you at a distance, secretly shooting photos without you noticing before they have them printed and delivered to Lenkov.
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There is a slight shift after that night.Â
The interactions between you two become more tender; there are more accidental touches and sweet looks, along with some cuddling, but nothing sexual ever happens again after the Lenkov people leave you alone.
Not even a kiss.
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Three months later, as you grow impatient every day since you know your year agreement is near its end, Pascal informs you that this guy wants to implement the plan.
Next week, a massive raid on the Lenkov rabbit holes, properties, and security homes will occur. People are going to get arrested and youngsters rescued. You are on the list.
The difference with you is that you will immediately be moved to Belgium to the Little Heroes Global headquarters to testify and for them to prepare you for court.
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It's a Wednesday morning, the first time you talk to this guy on the phone.Â
He sounds young, but his tone is too solemn. He informs you that Pascal was the critical piece he needed to deploy his long, elaborate plan; he and his team have spent years trying to get Lenkov.
Now that you have all the knowledge and information he needs to take him down, it is all good to go.
It's the first of many calls you two exchange, and you eventually become incredibly familiar with his voice.
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The day that "Operation Lina" arrives, you are so nervous.Â
Everything is going according to the plan.Â
But then, as a lot of commotion happens outside your apartment door, Pascal bolts to his feet and places you behind his body, protecting you.
A SWAT team bursts in, knocking the door down. Pascal looks at you, confused at the violence, but you see him smile for the first time in all the time you have met him.Â
âThat's the sound of your freedom âhe addresses you, briefly resting his temple on yours. You want so desperately to kiss his lips.
Then the SWAT team moves quick on their feet, guns up to approach you, or that you think so.
Unexpectedly, they pinned Pascal in a violent move against the floor. He hits his head hard in the process.
âWhat are you doing!? âyou start screaming and kicking as they push you out of the way. You go insane as they keep dragging him away from you. âLEAVE HIM YOU FUCKERS! You are hurting him! This wasn't part of the plan!
They yank him down the apartment entrance hallway, and you fight your way to follow along, demanding to know where they are taking him, screaming and kicking.
âPASCAL! âYou are desperately calling for him at the top of your lungs.Â
When you feel a hand softly rub you on your shoulder, you turn around, expecting the worst, to see Lenkov standing there, so you violently remove the hand from you and, with all your force, push the guy against the hallway wall.
âEasy! Easy! âthat familiar voice tells you. âHe is going to be okay, I will make sure âa kid slightly older than you is standing before you, his beautiful blue eyes are set on you.
âAre you!? âyou let out in barely a whisper. You can't believe your eyes; he can't be that young!
âYes âhe starts fixing himself. âYou are strong. Mathew De Vos âhe offers you his hand.
âWhy the fuck are you betraying him like that?! âyou start immediately fighting with him, which, funny enough, becomes a habit for you two.
âI'm not! Listen, in one of the raids inside of one of Lenkov's drawers at his office desk, there were photos of you and Pascal, you know, explicitly engaging in some illegal acts.
âBut that's not! He didn't ra-! I consent to it, AND it was just because Lenvok people were watching us ove-
âI believe you. I'm not happy to lose one of my biggest witnesses, but it's still a crime. Due to cooperation, we can offer him a good deal, so Pascal will be alright, I promise you.
âHow do I know I can trust you?!
âI'm here, as I promised I will. Let's go. The quicker we get this done, the faster you will win back your freedom!
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Days later, Mat informs you he moved his influences to get a particular trial for Pascal and that he ended up with just domestic arrest in Budapest, ankle monitor and all.
But that you won't be able to see him, probably ever again. You are only allowed to talk to him on the phone.
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Lenkov corrupts his way out of the situation. To both your fury, you have never seen a man so furious as Mathew that day; you almost felt like running away from him as soon as possible, but this unexpected outcome forces you into a witness protection program.
Mathew offers you a place to stay until things get sorted out, a stay that will last for years to come.
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âThe obvious aside, duh, why did Mathew want to take Lenkov down? âSeb asks, his voice husky.Â
It's cold and late at night, around 5 a.m., and by this point of the story, you are already wrapped around Seb's arms, sharing the soft blanket on the couch as he plays nervously with your golden bracelet.Â
Seb has remained empathic and supportive, listening to your life story.
âMat got scarred by that same man. Victor, Mat's father, was just solidifying "Heroes Global" after building it to protect minors, legally advise victims and their families, and help intelligence agencies dismantle traffic rings when he was the first person to discover the real business behind Lenkov's legal facadesâyou explain. Seb's eyebrows go to the roof, and his eyes look sad.
âAs Mat was dealing with becoming an orphan, his team found out the helicopter crash that killed his parents, well, his dad mostly, wasn't an accident. Mathew's mom has been in a coma for years with no hope of recovering, but she is still with us, thank God.Â
âAre you a believer?
âYes. God sent Mat to me. He means the world to me, Seb. He really does, even with all that implies. It's the only family I have. Even in our worst moments, I have never not loved him. He gave me a chance and a better life than I had ever imagined.
âIt's good to know âMat's voice takes you both by surprise, making you un-cuddle and turn to him. He walks inside the room before standing before you, hands inside his soft pajama bottoms, shirtless.
âWhere did those abs come from, ancient Greece? âSeb can't help but peek as he jokes. He looks good.
As soon as I found out Lenkov did it and what he really was, I took the basis of Heroes Global and founded Little Heroes Global, working with Interpol. Did you know, Sebastian Vettel, that this girl right here is the foundation's vice president? he asks in the voice of a quiz host while pointing at you.
âI begged Mat to let me stay and work with them as soon as I was freed, I wanted to help others, but I was an illegal here in Belgium, with no papers and in need of a citizen permit and a passport.
âAlso under age âMatt adds. So, I wasn't able to marry her to fix all of that thing at once, but as soon as we could, we did, I stayed true to my word of taking care of her.
âIt wasn't a romantic or traditional wedding âyou explain.
âJust transactional, sign here, sign this, sign there âMat adds.
âDo you ever?
âYes âyou both answer at the same time.
Dead silence.
âBut you two need to go to bed, to sleep, I mean. On another occasion, Y/N may tell you all about us; I prefer my version, though. Feel free to stay over Vettel. Just respect my roof âhe winks before leaving, implying to be discreet with sex if there is to be.Â
Sebastian goes all red.
To be continued...
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