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AFTER DARK / LEON KENNEDY

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cw: stepsister! reader, re4r cop leon, pseudo-incest, noncon, dubcon, soft somnophilia, sleep paralysis, fingering, unprotected p-in-v, cunnilingus, choking, slight breeding, super slight anal, dumbification, shower scene, virginity, dead dove do not eat / minors dni

a/n: reqqy by lovely @xoxostarlet <3 tysm!! hope it lives up to ur expectations teehee.. also first time writing some of the content pls show mercy ack.. leon's rlly delulu here n he thinks he knows the solulu (he doesn't). thx for reading!!

After what happened to your father, mother would always warn you about the dangers that lurked in the shadows after dark. It was an archaic but relevant truth that girls shouldn’t be out and about once the sun set, as wolves prowled the streets for any unsuspecting sheep they could sink their fangs into. Especially for blossoming young ladies, who shone the brightest in the night, like stars in a lonely sky. So you took it upon yourself to return home before dinner, when the sun still hung high in the sky and you could see your feet in front of you. While your college mates partied till the crack of dawn, you took pride in returning home for a warm meal with your mother before sunset.

However, your efforts were for naught. All because your mother never told you about the dangers in your own home after dark.

Your sleeping issues began when your mother remarried. Two strangers moved into your childhood home one day, turning it from a quiet home into a rowdier one. Your stepfather, whose name was always on the tip of your tongue, had a son older than you. Leon– a name befitting the pride he carried and his commanding presence. He served in the Raccoon City Police Department, and beneath his police cap was a head of dirty blonde hair and a pair of strikingly cold blue eyes, like he had seen it all. A man in his late twenties, he possessed a slow temper and a mild demeanour. Though he had a bit of a mouth on him, especially when he missed breakfast.

Another thing you learnt about your br- stepbrother, was that he was quite a background character. Slipped in and out of the house without so much of a peep and returned when it was way past midnight. It was no wonder he had eyebags, you thought, since he crawled into bed at one or two. The two of you barely exchanged greetings, but it was always you who reached out first with a demure ‘good morning’ or ‘good night’ when you bumped into him in the hallways. Even then he’d barely grunt in acknowledgement.

It must have been awkward for him to have a little sister at this age, you often pondered. The feeling was mutual; you had never felt this awkward in your own home before. Your new family members were more like legal housemates, dozens of signed papers changed little about the fact that none of you were related by blood. This fact left an unpleasant taste in your mouth. However, your worries turned out to be for naught as your stepfather was deeply enamoured with your mother to look your way. And for your stepbrother… It was clear that he was avoiding you at all costs.

Things started to look up after an awkward encounter in the kitchen. That day you camped inside, determined to get your work done. Along with a heap of textbooks and research papers, you had a plate of sandwiches on the table. Your eyes fell on your paper and you tapped it with your pencil. You found yourself wondering about your relationship with your new sibling. Mama would be happy if you got along with him, but even she was having a hard time getting him to open up.

You prodded at the tiny fonts on the papers. Leon was almost a decade older… and really attractive. Totally your type, if only you weren’t bound by the same family name. You held your head in your hands and groaned outwardly. Oh boy, you were sure to be punished for your sinful thoughts. Like it or not, you were a Kennedy now. And that meant no room for entertaining nonsensical daydreams.

“I’m home,” a voice called out. Speak of the devil. You looked up as he shuffled into the kitchen, a single gloved hand making quick work of loosening his tie. His sky blue uniform hugged his wide chest whilst his sleeves clung desperately to his broad shoulders. Meanwhile his slacks… let’s just say his imprint could tempt even the most modest of church goers. The golden badge pinned at his breast glinted in as he sauntered past you.

The cop took you in from his peripheral. You sat cross legged on a chair in an oversized shirt, the hem of the baggy tee draped over your mid thighs. He narrowed his eyes. Where were your shorts? But he brushed away that thought when you cleared your throat.

You held out a sandwich, eyes struggling to meet his. In this moment you resembled a petrified hamster. “Um, welcome home. Want one?”

When he kept his silence, you showed him the insides between the slices of bread. “It’s just ham and cheese. You’re not allergic, are you?”

The blonde stared at you incredulously. What was with the nauseating domesticity of the situation? Leon exhaled a breath. He had half the mind to leave but your hopeful eyes demanded a response. Why were you so desperate to talk to him? He already felt bad for ignoring you during your random encounters, but now that you gave him no choice…

He raised his brows. You should be feeling as awkward as he was, if not more. He was a complete stranger who started legally living next door with only a thin wall to separate the two of you at night. But he forced a half-smile as he took your peace offering.

“Thanks,” he took a bite while you watched attentively. He held your gaze for an entire second before you shyly lowered your head. Were you expecting a compliment or something? Maybe you were more interesting than he’d thought.

Amused, he walked out of the kitchen whilst you watched owlishly. His footsteps thudded up the stairs and you exhaled a breath you didn’t know you were holding. You smiled to yourself, slumping in your seat. That went well. With your spirits boosted, you continued studying.

For your brother, he had a hard time coming to terms with his father’s remarriage. It had been years since the death of his mother, and he figured he’d more or less come to terms with her departure. As a child, he had long known his father would remarry, and now the time had finally come. However, now that he was an adult, he questioned his father’s decisions to remarry. Why now? He wished he knew. It would’ve been easier on Leon if his new siblings were little kids, in fact he expected it until he was faced with the reality of your existence.

You were pretty, really pretty and cute and all lovely things. Like an angelic cherub, a gift from the heavens that deserved nothing but love and joy. Unlike a brother like him, who often imagined what it’d be like to feel your lips against his. A brother that imagined what your touch felt, and if you’d be so kind to let him explore your body with wandering hands and an eager tongue.

He was sure to burn in the lake of fire for this. He acknowledged that but failed to curb his fantasies that he’d always circle back to whenever he caught a whiff of your shampoo in the hallways when you passed him. Or the lingering scent of your skincare in the bathroom when he returned home from work. And the faint humming he heard from his window in the mornings.

Maybe if he’d have a taste. Just once– maybe he could finally detach himself from you. Better yet, move out and you’d never have to see him again. (He never wanted to live with his old man and new family to begin with after all.) But he knew it was all a pipe dream; you’d never let him push his luck. Not when you were so clueless in his presence, wearing only oversized shirts and panties, as if he couldn’t catch a glimpse whenever you reached for a cup in the cupboards or when you pranced up the stairs. It was worrisome. Did you not see him as a man? Was he really just a brother figure to you? He was relieved but conflicted. If only you were much younger, then he wouldn't have to waste braincells foaming over this predicament.

A knock on his door yanked him out of his thoughts. He lifted his brows. There was only one person who bothered to knock in this household. The door creaked open to reveal you, standing at the doorway. In your hand was a plate with sandwiches piled onto one another, much like the one on the kitchen table. You scratched your ankle with a foot awkwardly.

“Erm,” you started. A sheepish grin settled on your face. “Peace offering?”

He managed a chuckle and prompted you into the room. You set the plate on the table as he patted your head fondly. You peered up at him with one eye as he mussed up your hair.

“There’s no beef between us, silly.” He smiled gently. You swallowed nervously and smiled back. Then you left as quickly as you came, a metaphorical tail between your legs as you hurriedly closed the door behind you.

Yup, he had to be mature. A mature older brother figure. He mused to himself as he sat on his bed, a sandwich in hand.

. . .

Overtime, your sleeping habits worsened. Despite your growing relationship with Leon, there was no improvement in your sleeping patterns. You still came home early and followed through with your usual bedtime routine. Nothing was amiss, but you still struggled to sleep properly.

Perhaps it had to do with how you constantly awoke at the sound of Leon’s boots thudding on the stairs. At the creaking of his door and the hushed volume he spoke in when he bumped into your parents in the hallway. Your heart always thumped at the thought of the blonde being one wall away from you. Months had passed and it was still awkward. A man was on the other side of a single wall. So you took matters into your own hands.

“Sleeping pills? What for?” Your mother peered at you curiously. Everyone, including your step family, sat in the living room watching the telly. Remote in hand, she was searching for a show when she stopped on a psychologist’s podcast.

Something about incestual relationships and how it was connected to trauma. Something something a cycle of brokenness. She switched it to a sports commentary instead.

“Um, recent stuff has disrupted my sleep a little.” It wasn’t a little and it wasn’t that recent, but you weren’t exactly lying. “I’ve tried candles and white noise, but it doesn’t help. So I was wondering if you could get me some.”

Your mother worked at a pharmacy, so it should have been easy enough. She scratched the bottom of her chin and scrunched her brows thoughtfully. Uh oh. You sighed knowingly as she shook her head.

“Pills should be a last resort. Try meditation, maybe.”

She returned her attention to the screen, and you shook your head in disappointment. As you begrudgingly scaled up the stairs, you were stopped by your step brother. He stood at the base of the stairs as he called out to you.

“Hey. I overheard about your sleeping problems. I have some extra pills I can share if you’d like.” He leaned against the railing, arms crossed.

His eyes were focused on yours, but when you hopped down the stairs, they shifted to the bouncing of your chest. You smiled as you stood at eye level with him, unknowing of this as you placed your arms behind your back.

“Really? That’ll be great help,” your relief was palpable in your tone. But then you raised a single eyebrow, “Um- but you’re not gonna tell mom, are you?”

He chuckled, “No way. It’s our little secret.”

You giggled and followed him into his room, where he passed you a little bottle, half full of pills. What you didn’t know was just how strong they were.

You clutched your comforter in your hand and swallowed nervously. The eye bags around your eyes had gotten worse lately, but not to worry. You glanced at the bottle on your bedside table. With these, everything would be fine. Right? Besides, it was comforting to know that somebody cared enough to help. And now your step brother was in on the secret with you.

As your lashes fluttered close, your bedroom door creaked open painfully slow. A pair of blue eyes watched you curiously as your consciousness faded.

Leon knew he was the worst. Knew he shouldn’t be here in his little sister’s room, shouldn’t be kneeling over her body, arms caging her unconscious body on either side. The mattress dipped further into the bedframe no thanks to his added weight. Under other circumstances, you would have awoken from the gentle bouncing if you weren’t so deep in sleep.

The tips of his silky blonde hair brushed against your cheeks as he hovered over your lips. Your chest rose slowly as you exhaled through slightly parted lips, tickling his face as he pressed a thumb on your bottom lip to part them further. You exhaled softly. Pretty. So soft and pink. His padded thumb stroked your lips as his mind wandered.

How oblivious could you be in your sleep? How much could he push?

As he ruminated over his options, you shifted in your sleep with a low groan. You murmured incoherently with a grip on your comforter. With a huff, you tried to pull it over your chest. When it refused to budge– thanks to the weight of his body– you groaned and pulled harder. As quietly as possible, he hopped off your bed and you yanked the comforter over you. A contented sigh of relief followed as you snuggled under the weight of your comforter.

Guilt sizzled his flesh and his face was hot with shame. What did he just try to pull? As a law abiding citizen and police officer, he shouldn’t be–

“...eon.” He stiffened at your sleep talk. His blue eyes shifted to your curled up form. Your face was mushed against your pillow, face scrunched up.

“Not there… Stop… Mmf,” you groaned as you buried your face deeper into your pillow. A steady snore ensued, and he almost burst out laughing at the absurdity of what he had just witnessed.

So it wasn’t just him. He was glad to know you shared the same sentiments as him. Be it small or large, a little shared sentiment was all he needed. Now he could dispose of the guilt eating him away for the past months. He slipped out of your room quietly, closing the door behind him as softly as when he entered.

The pills helped you get much needed sleep. In fact, you felt better than usual. You could focus better in class, your feet carried you further than usual, and besides the strange aching and marks on your body parts from time to time, you were feeling better than ever. You had to thank your step brother for it. Despite his presence being the reason for your sleep depravity, the pills he gave you worked wonders. Soon you would run out, and that meant you'd have to ask him for more. You considered taking some tonight, but you had a long day at school and the exhaustion led you to crawl into bed without reaching for the familiar bottle on your bedside.

Things were going swimmingly with your new family. And sure, even though you were still coming to terms with the eye candy on the other side of the wall– and how you had to calm your heart when you stood in the same room– everything was just peachy. Your lashes fluttered close as a smile settled on your face. Your heart was full, and there was nothing you could wish for to be happier.

Creaking floorboards prompted you to crack open your eyes. Your vision swirled in the darkness and you saw a silhouette of a man. Broad shoulders, big arms… Wait, was that Leon? You tried to speak, but your body was paralysed with exhaustion. Something about how he was steadily approaching you was odd. And wait– why was he in your room? What time was it even?

It was night, you knew that from the moonlight’s hues that your room was bathed in. But how long did you sleep? It felt like you had only closed your eyes for a mere second. Your step brother stopped at the foot of your bed, and through your hazy vision, you stared at him.

The cop’s pupils dilated in the darkness, enough to see your unmoving form on bed. But he failed to notice your half lidded gaze. He sat on the edge of your bed, facing you as he stared. Stared at you for a long, quiet minute. There were no words to describe the awkward tension hanging in the air, a thick cloud that threatened to suffocate you as you inhaled shallowly.

He got up and you managed a quiet exhale. He was going to leave you in peace. That’s what you thought, but when he sidled up closer as your comforter crumpled under him, you held your breath. Now you really had to play dead, hoping that he’d leave the moment he made sure you were really asleep. Just like when in the face of a bear, except unlike one, he was intent to follow through with his plans.

The cop’s hand traced over the outline of your figure, snaking down from your shoulder to the dip in your side, and eventually resting atop of your hip. You prayed that he would neither feel your body trembling nor hear the shaky breaths racking your frame. His hand pulled over the comforter, and cold air swept across your body. A thin sheen of sweat had formed on the back of your neck, and the pillow felt wet under your head.

Your body remained unresponsive as his deft fingers traced the swell of your chest through your tee. A whimper threatened to escape your throat as he stroked the soft curves of your breasts. His thumb found your nipple and he stroked it languidly. He chuckled softly, almost fondly, as it hardened from his ministrations. The lump in your throat grew with each second as he fiddled with your body.

Strangely enough you felt nothing. No fear or anger for him. Your mind was blank, struggling to process the implications of his actions. However your body was honest, and your nipple hardened painfully from each flick and twist he teased it with.

Then you could finally move. But as if you were possessed, your body twitched and one leg kicked out by reflex. It nailed him in the side, and he cursed quietly at your outburst. He stared expectantly, waiting for you to scream for help. But no sound escaped you, and you remained motionless in bed once again. He chalked it up to you freaking out in a dream, and he retreated after carefully covering you with your comforter. You watched with fully lidded eyes as he closed the door behind him. When it shut, you inhaled a painful gulp of air.

. . .

You couldn’t sleep properly again after that night. It didn’t take long for you to connect the dots and figure out the blonde was probably paying you visits after dark, which perfectly explained the uncharacteristic body aches and marks you’d find the next day. The fear of your brother entering your room again and staring at you in the dark compelled you to flush the remaining pills down the toilet. He caught you tossing the bottle away and when confronted about it, you forced out a lie. Lying was always a last resort because it made you feel filthy. And now your childhood home– your safe place– was tainted too.

Mother deserved to know the truth about her husband’s son. But she was happy with her new family, especially pleased that things were going well between her two children. You lacked the heart to break the news to her. She was finally happy after grieving over her loss. So you ran away from home, leaving behind everything except your school materials and some clothes. With a note for your mom, you left your family behind.

A silly note that was detached from reality. Something about how you wanted to chase your dreams like everybody else. That you were sorry for abandoning her. Pitiful lies, but you hoped your mother cared enough to let you do as you wished. And she did despite her concerns.

An entire month passed in a flash. Bunking in with a friend of yours, you took on a part time job to sustain you. Life was easier when you weren’t juggling work, school and the fear of being found by your family. You had everyone blocked on your phone the moment you ran away, and you managed to evade the police car waiting outside campus everyday. Until one unfortunate night.

Working at a bar meant two things. One: you reeked of deathly concoctions from booze. The smell emanating from you was enough to knock out even the hardiest of drinkers. And two: travelling alone after dark. You still held your mother’s words close to your heart, but if it weren’t for your cursed step brother you wouldn’t have to traverse dark streets in the quiet of night. Your friend’s neighbourhood was far from the bus stop on the main road, so you had to grope in the dark for at least ten minutes before reaching their place. If only you had a bike, or something. A worthy investment you could use right now.

Tires screeched behind you and you whipped around to see a car rapidly approaching. A pair of lights blinded you and you shielded your eyes with your arms before the car halted to a stop. The heavy slam of a door encouraged you to pry your eyes open, vision twinkling with coloured orbs as you tried to focus on the approaching figure.

“I’ve been looking all over for you–” your blood curdled at the sound of a low voice. The sound of your step brother’s voice. “–I was worried sick.”

It felt like cotton was shoved down your throat and you swallowed painfully. When your vision cleared, you made out a man in a familiar blue uniform. Blonde hair and a pair of piercingly cold blue eyes. It was certainly Leon– and your bottom lip trembled.

Your brother’s eyes were wide like yours, but while anger blazed in his eyes, yours were wide with fear and anticipation. It was clear you were going to go home. With your stepbrother. The thought lit your body with a feverish heat, and you willed your feet to move– to run and escape even if it was futile. But your feet disobeyed and you stood frozen like a stone statue. The man stood sickeningly close, hands clutching either side of your arms.

He was in your face, warm breath fanning your sweat drenched face. His thick brows knitted as he frowned. “Why’d you run away? Mom may have bought your story, but I didn’t.”

So he wanted to know the truth? You maintained your silence with pursed lips. With your face illuminated by the light from his police car, he scrutinised your features. You looked like hell, with deeply set eyebags and a sickly complexion. Goodness, what has happened to you the past month? And why did you look so frightened of him? The blonde wasn’t stupid, he could piece things faster than most. He had long suspected you found him out, that you somehow knew about his nightly visits, or maybe he was right about your suspicions and you were awake that night.

But he had to hear it from you yourself. Why? Because he never succeeded in throwing away that guilt he claimed he would. It had festered like a flesh wound, and his innocent memories with you served as maggots that ate him away as he fought against his carnal desires and his growing affection for you. He knew it was all his fault– he started this mess and maybe your open disapproval would finally put an end to his twisted desires.

So he needed you to tell him off. To scream and shout, let it all out in his face. Leon was selfish, he wanted you to get mad at him. He clenched his jaw and shook you. The force rattled your entire figure and you bit back a sob. He practically repelled back, like oil on water, the moment fat tears rolled down your cheeks.

You buried your face in your hands and he watched in horror. An uncomfortable itch ran down his side– he didn’t know what to do. Endlessly bawling on the streets would not resolve anything. So he yanked you into the passenger seat of the car and drove off.

He parked the car on the side of a quiet road, hands on the steering wheel as he gazed at you from his peripheral. The engine was on, a quiet whirr as the aircon nipped at your tear stained face. You shook like a newborn fawn, and you hung your head and faced your body towards the door. He couldn’t read your facial expression, but it was clear that you wanted out. If only the doors weren’t locked, huh?

Leon drummed his fingers on the wheel. A rhythmic beat that led to nowhere, a consistent tempo that was interrupted by a sneeze or so from you. He planned to bring you home, but maybe the next day, when you were in a better state. So he drove and drove until he found a roadside motel in the middle of nowhere. Perfect for the two of you to work things out. He ordered you to wait in the car as he filled out the paperwork, and after securing a room, he escorted you into your lodging for the night.

Besides practically manhandling you into the place, he was gentle as he stripped you of your clothes. You let him because your head was too muddled with exhaustion to retaliate. Even when his eyes hovered over your naked body, you paid no mind to it. The two of you stood in the shower, underneath a steady stream of warm water. The blonde’s arms wrapped around your waist, face buried in the space between your neck and the curve of your collarbone. He pressed a tender kiss onto your skin, and he gently tilted your head for more excess. Leon’s canines dragged across your flushed skin in an open mouthed kiss, his hand snaked down your navel and-

You snapped out of your daze and pushed him off you. Your feet splashed water onto the walls as your back hit the corner of the shower. Hair was matted against your face as your chest heaved. Vapour swirled in the small cubicle, twirling around the both of you as water pattered onto the bathroom tiles. With your arms wrapped around your body, you squeezed yourself into the corner– hoping to disappear.

You remembered who you were, where you were, and who it was that stood across you. The reason why you had trouble sleeping, and the reason why you ran away from home. Like a kicked puppy, you stared wearily at your nightmare incarnate. Your step brother, who you should be in neither a shower nor motel with. Far from home and far from anyone who would save you.

“You’re scared-” he whispered the obvious. You flinched as he took a step forward. There was a curious brokenness in his tone, like he was hurting as much as you were. “I get it, really. But there’s something you should know.”

His slender fingers wrapped around your wrist, a bruising grip as he forcefully placed your hand onto his muscular chest. An irregular rhythm thumped behind its confines, pulsing against your soaked fingertips. You met his eyes, which carried an uncharacteristic warmth behind them.

“I’m scared too.”

Leon wasn’t lying, he was truly afraid. Afraid that you would run away again and leave him behind. It took him an entire month to finally find you, he risked his job stationing his department’s car on campus everyday just for you. His job meant little to him compared to you, whom he’d grown to desperately care for. Even with his twisted desires, he didn’t want you to be afraid of him. Not like this, at least.

He closed the distance slowly, and you shut your eyes as a pair of lips slotted againsts yours. His lips glided against yours, lubricated from the stream descending upon you two. His hand found purchase on your waist and he pulled you closer, and you shivered– despite the nauseating warmth in the shower– when he ghosted his fingers on the small of your back. Your legs wobbled, weak from his melting kisses and searing touch, and you placed your hands on his chest for stability.

The fight in your body sizzled away, conjoining with the droplets that cascaded down the tips of your hair to fall onto the tiles. They slithered into the drain, never to return. Your lips swelled with anticipation as he smothered you with kiss after kiss, and your cheeks tingled with warmth from the lack of air when your tongues danced in an unruly tango. He was taking your breath away, and your fingers dug into his chest, nails branding red crescents into the flesh of his pecs.

When you broke away for air, strings of saliva hung from your lips to his. His gaze mirrored yours; pupils dilated and clouded with need. His hand dipped south, padded fingers dragging down your navel again when you clutched his wrist. He knitted his brows, confused.

“We shouldn’t do this…” you rasped, uncertainty laced in your voice. “We’re siblings.”

With a weak push, you tried to push his hand away. But he snatched your wrists and pinned them above your head as you gasped. In your tunnel vision, all you could see was the lopsided smirk on his handsome face.

“Siblings?” You jumped when he spread your folds with his digits. His thumb found your clit and he prodded at it with a blunt nail. “We may be siblings on paper, but we both know that we share no blood.”

Leon was right, in reality you were just a woman and he was a man. Strangers who shared nothing but a legal last name. A digit pressed against your tight entrance, and he watched you with a hooded gaze as he slowly slid it in. Your lips parted in a shaky exhale, lashes fluttering and brows knitted. The stretch was intruding, and he had only the first segment of his finger in when you whimpered painfully. He massaged your pearl with his thumb and shushed you with his lips. He soothed the bundle of your nerves in a circular motion as he pushed his finger further into you. Your entire body trembled when he added another finger.

You were falling apart before him, and he was enjoying every second of it. His tongue swiped across his bottom lip as he watched your expression contort whilst he scissored and fondled your insides with his digits. Your knees were bowed, thighs trembling like a newborn lamb. You bit your lip to quieten your moans. Leon knew how to use his fingers better than you did, and the loud squelching of your wetness was proof of his expertise.

A familiar ache throbbed in you, and you squirmed against his hold while arching your back. Your stepbrother chuckled lowly, hints of pearly white showing as he smiled.

“See? Even if we were actually siblings, your body would still beg for me to make you cum. Just like this.”

His thumb applied just the right amount of pressure onto your clit and you squealed with pleasure. Your thighs pressed together, squeezing the hand between them as your walls fluttered around him. The man released your wrists so that you could cling onto him as you came hard, face buried in his chest as your body jolted against his. When you calmed down, he retrieved his fingers, eliciting a whine from the new emptiness.. He showed you his hand, where an embarrassing amount of cum dribbled down his fingers and knuckles.

“Say ‘ahh’,” he ordered, fingers hovering above your lips. You could smell it before you tasted it; a salty scent clung to your translucent fluid dripping down his appendages. Lips parted, you took his fingers in and suckled on them. With your eyes fixated on him, you blushed from his hum of approval.

“Good girl. C’mon,” he withdrew his fingers and you stared blankly. “Turn around and spread that ass for me.”

You did as you were told, leaning forward and placing a hand on the wall. With condensation smushed against that palm, you used your other hand to hold one cheek to spread yourself open. He swallowed thickly as he pumped himself weakly. His length stood at full height, curving upwards with all his veins popping angrily. His balls throbbed from the sight. You knew how to rile him up without even trying.

Leon’s fingers rested on your puckered hole, making you shiver. You cast him a glance over your shoulder, a begging look– did you not want it there? Shame, maybe next time. You audibly sighed when he lined himself up against your sticky slit, and you placed both hands on the wall to steady yourself, standing on tippy toes as he slowly sheathed himself into you. He drove himself into you slowly, and you unconsciously bent your knees as you were pushed forward.

A low moan filled the bathroom whilst Leon hissed as he clutched your waist. Something trickled down his length and gathered at his base. Something red. A small blob fell and landed on the wet floor before being swept away. He raised his brows.

“Fuck- I’m your first?” He laughed in disbelief as the thin streak of blood split into two. Another droplet fell and you looked down at the tiles too, head still cottony to process anything.

“Don’t worry,” he took your arms and pulled them back. As the blonde forcefully arched your back, he leaned in and smirked against your ear. “Your step bro will show you the ropes in pleasing a man.”

Leon thrusted into you and you gasped from the fullness. Your belly swelled from the depth of his intrusion, and you whimpered as he pounded into you at a steady yet unforgiving pace. His pelvis smashed against your plush rear, and you moaned from the incessant slapping of his balls against your puffy lips. Your eyes were almost lidded, a string of drool snaked down your chin as your insides stroked his dick with a vice grip.

You couldn’t think of anything but the intoxicating fullness within you. Feeling it all was overwhelming; the ridges of his cock, his throbbing veins as they rubbed against your gumminess, and the hot tip of his cock as it kissed your cervix. Your eyes rolled back when he jammed into a particular spot. This was surely heaven– and you mewled against his hold, upper body squirming.

The blonde clenched his jaw, eyes hyper fixated on the pretty jiggle of your ass. He was so close, just a bit more and he’d pour everything out into you. You milked him better than any woman did, and the urge to empty all his worth into you clouded his head despite the blaring of sirens in his cotton filled head. With a grunt, he wrapped his arm around your neck in a chokehold, pulling you back towards him. His chest was flushed against your back as you arched deliciously, the bottom of your spine throbbed in protest as he snapped his hips harder. Gurgled moans were choked out from you as he pistoned into you with the reckless desire to breed.

“‘M gunna cum. Hff- Say you need it. Tell me you want it..!” He babbled as his forearm contracted, tightening his hold on your delicate neck. You feebly clawed at it, broken noises fell from your lips whilst your lips faded from pink blue. When he finally came, he pressed his pelvis flushed against your ass as you leaned into the bathroom wall.

He slathered you with thick ropes of cum, and you whimpered at the strange warmth flooding you. When he pulled out, his cock hung limply between his legs as a streak of white oozed out of you. A bead of cum oozed on his tip, and you weakly clutched the wall with shivering hands.

Your laboured breaths were muted noises in the presence of the incessant hissing of the shower. He turned the damn thing off and after toweling the both of you dry, he led you to bed. Goosebumps crawled along your skin from the cold air, but the warmth from his body pressing you into the mattress comforted you. His arms caged you in on either side while your hands wandered along his muscular chest. Scars littered across body, and each time your fingers traced them, he’d flinch. Your nails ghosted over an aged bullet wound when he pulled away from your face. More strings bridged your lips together.

“So pretty,” he muttered. He nuzzled his face into your chest, voice rumbling against your skin. “All mine.”

“Yeah,” you carded your fingers through his damp hair. Your lashes fluttered sleepily, the strange warmth within you growing as you smiled.

“All yours.”

(BONUS)

“I’m so glad Leon found you.” Mom’s voice echoed in the motel room. It was a voicemail, and if it were a live call, you wouldn’t have your trembling legs over your step brother's broad shoulders. Well, you wouldn’t but he would.

“I was worried sick, my dear. When you return today, I’ll have your favourite meal waiting on the table. Like before-”

You bit the back of your hand, hard enough to draw blood as your toes curled. Your other hand was in the sea of his tousled blonde tresses, fingers gripping his locks as you ground yourself against his face. The tip of his nose bumped against your swollen clit, eliciting a muffled whine.

“Leon,” you panted against your hand, lashes fluttering. “Stop teasing and just put it in already!”

Your thighs squeezed his head together, and he clamped his hands on them to pry your legs further open. The blonde buried his tongue deeper into your weeping cunt, languidly swirling his and your essence together into one. A cry rang in the motel room as your mother’s voice was overlaid by the static buzzing in your ears and his voice.

“Patience is a virtue. Didn’t your mom teach you that?” He chuckled as your thighs twitched in his grasp. He licked a teasing stripe against your slit.

“Don’t bring mom into this,” you frowned, but another lick elicited another squeal. The familiar haze in your head was waiting to consume you, and you let yourself fall victim to it as you gripped his hair again.

When he pulled away, you whimpered pathetically and gazed at him through heavy lashes. Your eyes were clouded with need, and he stroked your cheek with his knuckles with an amused chuckle. He kissed you– and you tasted your stickiness while soothing his swollen lips with your tongue.

“-Anyway, I’ll see you later. I’m so happy you’re finally coming home. See you tonight!” The voice call ended with a beep and you breathed a huge sigh of relief. Your eyes fluttered close, when the mattress dipped as he pushed you onto your back. You opened them blearily to meet his blue eyes, where desire and passion swirled deeply.

“Feeling sleepy? Don’t fall asleep on me now… Cause your step bro is gonna take good care of you.”

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ʙᴇᴛᴛᴇʀ ᴛʜᴀɴ ᴍᴇ (2)

pairing(s): sam carpenter x g!p!stem!reader

warning(s): smut. p in v. handjob. cheating. cuming inside. probably the worst thing you ever read omg.

summary: part one.

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you don’t know why you were standing here, standing at your ex-girlfriend’s apartment door at midnight while you’re sulking girlfriend was at home.

apart of you felt like shit, you knew you shouldn’t have kissed sam. even if it were for a stupid game. even if amber gave you permission. because the whole way home amber shot smart comments but denied she was bothered.

in her own words, “no baby, i’m not bothered i watched my girlfriend get a boner from her ex.”

you wanted to say how could she be mad when she gave you permission but it wasn’t worth the argument and nonetheless you did feel terrible. you couldn’t imagine the insecurity you’d sparked up in the girl.

while you had these feelings, you’re ones for sam overpowered them. you tried to sleep (on the couch because amber didn’t want to be near you.) but you couldn’t. you had this dying, searing need to see sam, to touch sam.

you lift your hand to hesitantly knock but even before you could the door swung open, revealing sam clad in a robe and wet hair.

“come in.” a stupid smirk plastered on her pink lips while she stepped aside, giving you space in the door. she leads you to her room.

“i thought i’d have to wait at least a week before you came…but you missed me more than i thought.”

you squint your eyes at the girl, hating that she were right. you both underestimated how much you missed her.

“how’d you even know i was here?”

she takes a seat on her bed, crossing her legs and leaning back on her hands. “i seen your car from my window.”

“so, how’s your girlfriend? she mad?”

you scoff, still having distaste for her character of mind games. “of course she is, sam. that’s fucked up what you did.”

“mhm. did she fuck you good? because i’m sure if she did you wouldn’t be here.” the girl bites, not liking your tone with her.

you turn your head to the side, still standing by her door. knowing amber offered to touch but you declined. telling her you didn’t feel right.

but in your mind, you knew you wanted it to be sam to do you. only she could do you right.

“oh,” she laughs. “she didn’t fuck you at all. that’s why you’re here.”

sam was far too amused.

she was amused and blissful. this was her way and chance to get you back, to get you away from the rigid hands of amber. she would never admit it but underneath all her mind games and façade she missed you like crazy.

you were the only one to put up with her, let alone handle her.

“come here.” your eyes flick to her and back down to the floor, standing in place.

“y/n, come here.” venom in her word this time, and you hesitantly comply. taking a seat next her body.

“untie my rob.” you bite your lip, it was too late to go back now.

you bring your finger tips to the tie of the black silk rob, that hugged her body so right in your eyes. and with the tie undone the seem of her boobs showed.

glints pops in your eyes at the sight.

“mhm, good.” she leans off her hands, placing one on your thigh, her boobs fully showing now.

your skin felt hot, maybe a pierce of sweat by the way she was in your proximity. her brown orbs pouring seduction and need into yours. your orbs having the same amount of lust but a hint of nerves.

sam could see right through your nerves, she could tell there was beating in your heart telling you it’s wrong to do this with your girlfriend’ at home but she didn’t care. she would fix that right up and make you forget amber even existed.

“nobody will ever know,” sam whispered a lie into your lips before sealing it with a truthful kiss.

you pull away at first, looking back to the floor but she tugs on your neck, easily pulling you back in.

there it was. that intoxicating, intense feeling of how much you longed for her.

you hands once again found her waist, just bare this time. you held on so tight, nails slightly causing her sensational pain.

it felt all brand new and old at the same time. you subconsciously moved your lips to her neck, smelling the fresh dove off her skin. she was sexy as ever to you in this moment. it felt like blissful death to have her in your hands this way, and her hands gripping on your thighs. slightly feeling the buldge through your jeans.

as much as sam loved you in control, she loved to be in control even more. she flips the script, sliding her hand up the back of your neck into your hair, she tugs harshly causing you to grunt.

you head held in place, you watch her climb onto your lap. her other hand, pulls on the hem of your hoodie and you get the message. taking it off, leaving you in a beat up vintage michael jackson t-shirt.

sam on the other hand, let’s the silk slide off her arms. leaving her vulnerably exposed.

“god,” you’re shaking breath let out a whisper at the sight.

“i wanna’ ride you.” sam confirms, stepping off to you give area to slide your jeans off.

“your briefs too, y/n.” she scoffs at your horny fogged mind.

this time sam was the one mesmerized at the sight of you.

7 1/2 inches stood tall and rock hard.

she didn’t waste a second climbing back into your lap. she wanted to make sure you were ready, she spit in her hand as a form of lube and strokes you softly.

her eyes so dark, practically black at the way you fell apart in her hands. you head thrown back, light moans and whimpers feel from your lips.

she made sure to caress the tip with her thumb, collecting the pre-cum and stroking down, twisting her hand as well.

“sammy,” you let out and if possible, her eyes grew even darker at the nickname.

she didn’t care if you were ready or not anymore. she needed to have you and oh she did.

she leans up, holding you in place to align herself. she a took a deep breath before coming down on you.

the room filled with both of your moans. if you were falling apart before, you were a mess now.

the way she gushed around you.

she was so tight, and you hate to think it but she was tighter than amber. almost as if she were a perfect fit.

sam places her hand on your abdomen to balance herself as she rotates her hips on you, making sure to precise with her movements so you both can receive maximum pleasure.

“so big,” the carpenter whimpers out, when you push your hips up. she swore she felt you hit spots she didn’t even knew existed.

thank god tara ended up sleeping at mindy’s because from sam’s room through the whole apartment there was nothing but the sounds of slapping, whimpers, and moans.

“fuck, wait, sammy i’m gonna cum.” you pant, snapping your eyes up a the girl.

despite your protest, sam didn’t stop. in fact, it only evoked her more and she moved her hips in way you had never felt before. all you knew was that it brought you closer to climax as it did sam too.

sam felt that pit in her stomach and she knew there was no holding back.

“y/n, fuck.“ she shouted out. (if they didn’t before, the neighbors definitely knew your name now.)

and there was no use for you, once you felt sam’s juices flow all over you, your thick ropes explore her insides.

“oh my,” unintentionally, your hips pushed up at the pleasure.

sam toppled on top of you, allowing her head to fall in your neck. your body was limp, you both only being able to pant for a minute.

“so, is she better than me?”

you wouldn’t say it because you hated to think it, let alone compare.

but no one was better than sam.

──────── well… wrote this while i was at the gym LMAO👩🏽‍💻

#tara carpenter #ethan landry #ghostface #mindy meeks martin #sam carpenter #scream six #sam carpenter x you #sam loomis #scream #jenna ortega #sam carpenter x y/n #sam carpenter x female reader #sam carpenter x reader

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bwabys-scenarios · 6 months

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Halloween with the Spiders

Phantom Troupe x Fem!Reader

!!REBLOGS APPRECIATED!!

warnings: looots of pussy eating, characters get hard/horny around reader. they eat her pussy after drinking, but they’re only buzzed, not drunk

A/N: I write Chrollo as the shy and awkward guy he actually is so… he’s not super suave in this. Also sorry I wrote out Kortopi, Franklin, and Bonolenov. I’m just not interested in their characters like at all 😭🙏 they’ve got nothing going for them I’m afraid!

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It was the end of summer, august slipping into September before you knew it. The weather was still warm enough outside for you to be wearing a tank top and shorts, something the blonde you were currently dealing with appreciated greatly.

“Okay Shal, you should be good to go. You can get a popsicle from the fridge now.”

You were the sweetheart of the Phantom Troupe, a woman Chrollo had recruited to be the troupe medical director after he watched you donate your time and services to meteor city residents.

Right now, you were at one of the various expensive hotels Chrollo rented for you, using your nen to tend to Shalnark’s wounds. “Thanks, (Name)! I really thought I was a goner this time!”

He gives you a sly smile as he laps at the popsicle you give him, causing you to laugh. “Shal, you had a cut on your cheek. I swear, you’re such a baby.”

You didn’t know the real reason he always came with injuries in… strange places. He wanted you to use your nen on him, knowing it worked in an unusual way.

When you wanted to heal someone, you used physical touch, and depending on the severity, it could be a touch of your finger to a kiss from your lips. Today, it was a simple touch.

You glanced at the TV, a Halloween themed add popping up. “Oh wow, they’re showing these real early this year.”

Shalnark looked up, biting down on his popsicle. “Huh, weird.”

He hummed, getting a mischievous look in his eyes. You were a real sweetheart, but also easily manipulated by sob stories. “You know, none of the Phantom Troupe has ever celebrated Halloween.”

This had your full attention immediately. “… what?”

———————

Ever since Shalnark informed you of the troupes lack of Halloween experience, you’ve been meticulously planning a way to celebrate with them.

It wasn’t easy getting them all together unless Chrollo willed it, so you’d have to go to the leader to ask for a favor.

You were one of the only members that knew of his location at all times. In your mind, it was because you had an important role, but in reality it was because Chrollo quite enjoyed your presence.

“Chrollo!”

You sprinted towards the dark haired man, and though calling out his name in public wasn’t exactly the safest thing to do, he didn’t scold you. He instead smiled, opening his arms and allowing you to jump into them. “I’m glad you could find me with ease. Let’s go to a cafe and you can discuss what you wanted to talk about with me.”

Chrollo never let you pay for your own things when he went places with you. He said it was because you did so much good for the Troupe, but that was only a half truth. He enjoyed taking care of you.

“Mmm… oh!”

You placed your pumpkin spice muffin down, and Chrollo couldn’t help but laugh when when you held up a finger as you chewed. “I almost forgot to actually talk about what I came for! Chrollo!”

He lifted a napkin, wiping at your mouth. “Shh, (Name). You shouldn’t speak my name out loud so easily, it’s not exactly a common name.”

You blushed, and he placed the dirty napkin in a nearby trash can. “Oh, sorry…”

He motioned for you to talk, and you cleared your throat. “Anyways, Shalnark told me that none of you have ever celebrated Halloween! Is that true?”

He stared at you for a moment, trying to see why you’re bringing that fact up. “Yes, that’s true, we haven’t c-“

Your tears surprised him, but not enough for him to react. You’re kind of known for being a bleeding heart, so his expression stayed neutral, but he did offer you his handkerchief. “Chrollo, Halloween is so much fun! You get to carve pumpkins, wear costumes, eat lots of treats…”

You paused, reaching out to grab his hand. “So, the reason I asked to see you…”

Chrollo waited for you to continue patiently. He couldn’t help but find your ditzy and forgetful nature endearing, so he smiled.

“I want the troupe to get together on Halloween at my house!”

This actually surprised him. He nearly choked on his strawberry scone, having to pat his chest for a moment. “You… you said the troupe? As in everyone?”

“Mhm!”

He stared at you for a moment to see if you were being serious. You were smiling, looking hopeful and expectant.

‘How… can I put this gently..?’

Chrollo squeezed your hand, causing you to tilt your head. “(Name), my sweet and kind friend, the troupe has only come together once in the past three years, and that was for an important heist. I’m not sure if they’ll want to meet for… a Halloween party.”

You giggled. “Oh, but I’m sure they’ll love it! Besides, if you order it, they’ll come!”

He sighed. You looked way too cute, giggling and smiling as you pulled out a notebook and began showing him the things you already had planned.

Sometimes, when he watched you, all he could see was Sarasa. Your perky personality and compassion for others reminded him of her so much, it was one of the reasons he adored you so.

And one of the reasons he had trouble telling you no.

“Alright, alright. I’ll ask them to come, but it won’t be mandatory.”

You squealed in delight, nearly jumping over the table to give him a hug. “Oh, thank you Chrollo! It’s going to be fun, I promise!”

He sighed, smiling and patting your back. Normally, Chrollo would push any other person away, but he let you get away with a lot. “Okay, (Name).”

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It was the day before Halloween, and you were sulking. Already, three of the Troupe members wouldn’t be able to come. Franklin, Kortopi, and Bonolenov each called to say they couldn’t make it.

You’d spent most of the week decorating your house and getting it ready for guests. Feitan, Shalnark, and Shizuku would be staying in your three guest bedrooms while the rest rented hotels.

“(Nameeeee) come open the door!”

You blinked, looking out the window to see Shizuku behind your door. “Oh, Shizuku, you’re early. I thought you’d be here tonight?”

She walked into your home, turning in a circle before tilting her head. “I wanted first pick of the rooms, so I finished up my job quick.”

That was only half true, she wanted more private time with you!

“Oh, that makes sense. You’re just in time then, I finished making all the beds a few minutes ago!”

She nodded and walked upstairs to pick her room. Not even five minutes later, you heard someone knocking at your door.

“Coming!”

You open the door to see Feitan standing behind it, holding…

“Feitan, is that… is that a pumpkin?”

“Halloween, pumpkins are important.”

He handed the pumpkin to you before pushing past you into your house. If you didn’t know any better, you would think he looked almost… proud of his “gift” for you? Feitan watched you carry the pumpkin into your kitchen, where you sat in on the counter.

“Oh wow, it’s huge! What a nice pumpkin!”

He nods, following you. “Stole best one.”

You held back a laugh, knowing he was a bit sensitive when it came to giving gifts and being nice. “Oh, I can tell. Thank you so much Fei!”

Feitan had the habit of following you around like a stray cat when he was around. It was an improvement to your relationship when you first joined the Phantom Troupe as an honorary member. He used to sprint away from you the second you looked at him, and now he followed a few feet behind at all times. Honestly, he was pretty cute. Like a stray cat.

“Hey princess!”

You blinked as your door was torn off its hinges and Uvogin walked in, laughing and stomping into your kitchen before picking you up into a crushing hug.

Feitan stood in the doorway, watching the interaction with narrowed eyes. “Careful, Uvo. She not like us. Fragile.”

uvogin looked down to see Feitan was right. The girl in his eyes was making a pained expression, patting his arm to signal she couldn’t breathe. “Oh, my bad.”

He let her go, keeping her steady as she drew in breath. “Woo… now that is a bear hug that I think an actual bear would give, Jesus Christ…”

You turned back towards the cabinets and began taking out what you would need to get started on baking. “Uvo, could you be a dear and grab my Halloween decorations from the attic? I tried to get them earlier, but they were way too heavy.”

“Of course!”

He walked up the stairs, leaving you to sigh softly. “Okay, let’s see what we can do about that door-“

“It’s aight, (Name). I’ve got it fixed.”

You nearly jump out of your skin when Phinks and Shalnark just appear behind you, and peek over them to see that your door was indeed fixed!

“Oh, thank you guys!” You give them both an affectionate pat to the arm before continuing your baking preparations.

———————

By the time you finish baking, your house is full of Phantom Troupe members. Pakunoda, Nobunaga, and Machi arrived individually within the last few hours. Machi shyly offered to help you bake, watching you from the corner of her eye as you worked. ‘Cute, she’s even wearing an apron…’ Machi thought, her eyes soft as she watched you.

Chrollo was the last to arrive, getting to your house at nearly 8 pm. He opened the door, every member looking up to him when he did. “Hello, everyone. I’m glad to see you could all make it.”

You rushed forward and took his coat, gently scolding him for not wearing a shirt underneath. He laughed, sitting down and smiling at the troupe. Chrollo waited for you to go back to the kitchen before his face returned to its usual serious expression.

“As you can see, (Name) has tried her hardest to make our first Halloween celebration the best it can be. You’ll do as she says, and have fun, though I’m sure none of you wish to upset our special girl.”

They all glanced between each other, nodding slowly. After that, they had a quick meeting to discuss non Halloween matters before (Name) came back into the living room. “Okay, I know I gathered you all here before Halloween, but it’s only to go over my plans and give you all your gifts!”

“Gifts? Aww, you didn’t have to do that for us, sweetheart.” Nobunaga said, smiling.

“But I wanted to! Lemme go grab them!”

You scurried up the stairs, giggling the whole way up. “It seems she’s excited about this.”

You walked down the stairs a few minutes later with a large box in your arms, whining a bit. “Hnn… it’s kind of heavy…”

Several of the boys jumped up to help you, but Feitan got there first. “Give. Too weak.”

You handed the box over, knowing Feitan was doing it to help you. “Thanks, Fei!” You gave him that pretty smile of yours, and the rest of the troupe grumbled lightly.

Feitan sat the box on your coffee table, using his sharp nails to slice open the tape. “…”

Inside were clothes, all the same design. “(Name) what exactly are these… gifts?” Shalnark asked, tilting his head as he pulled a set out.

“Oh, they’re matching pajamas! I was hoping we could all get a picture together!”

You hand out everyone’s clothes, smiling.

“How did you know our sizes?” Pakunoda asked, seeing the set of pajama was her size. You giggle, turning towards her.

“I have my ways~”

Surprisingly, most of them were completely fine dressing in the Halloween themed pajamas for pictures, and the ones that weren’t did it anyways.

Phinks sat on the couch after the pictures, humming. “Huh, these are pretty warm and soft. You mind if I take these with me back to my hotel?”

“I don’t mind at all, they’re yours after all!”

The people that weren’t staying the night filed out soon after, all thanking you, a few giving you hugs and cheeky kisses to her forehead.

“Goodnight, (Name). Sleep well, and thank you for this.”

Chrollo was the last to leave, saying that before cupping your cheek and planting a kiss on your forehead. It left you. A little flustered, but you still waved at them all. “Be safe, and make sure you’re here by 9 am!”

Shalnark, Feitan, and Shizuku stayed behind, the former two eating some leftovers you had in the fridge. “Wow, it’s been nearly a month since I’ve gotten to try your homemade cooking, (Name)! This is amazing!”

You felt your face heat up, giving your friends a sheepish smile. “I’m happy you’re enjoying it.”

Soon, everyone went to bed, and you climbed into your own, excited for the day to come.

You wake up in the middle of the night to the feeling of eyes on you. You’re quick to reach for your light switch, only for your hand to come in contact with someone’s face.

A hand covered your mouth before you could scream, the person shushing you gently. “Don’t worry, it’s just me, (Name).”

Shalnark sat, crouched next to your bed, that boyish smile on his face as he pulled his hand away. “Huh… why are… why are you in my room?”

“Oh, we’re watching you sleep.”

“We’re?”

You blinked, glancing around the room to see Feitan standing in your doorway, leaning against it. “I not watch, making sure he don’t try something.” Feitan corrected, glancing to the blonde.

“Oh, you wound me Fei. I would never hurt (Name)!”

“Not hurt, but might touch while sleeps.”

The blonde blushed, glancing down at you as you gave him a disturbed look. “No, I promise I wouldn’t do that! I just… you look really cute when you sleep!”

“… how many times have you watched me sleep??”

“… almost every time we have a mission together.”

Feitan nodded to confirm this, walking into your room. “He not mean any harm, just worried.”

Shalnark pouted at his friend. “So you were teasing me on purpose earlier?”

The two ignored him. “Worried? What does that mean?”

Feitan sighed, plopping down on your bed. “We… lost people before. Shalnark get anxious, not want you to get hurt. Watches you.”

You soften, gently patting the blondes head. “Aww, Shal, that’s really sweet. I’m okay though, I promise!”

You give them both a smile, tentatively patting Feitan’s arm. He tenses, but doesn’t move. ‘Progress!’

You kind of treat Feitan like a scared stray cat, and it works most of the time. After your gentle pat, he scoots closer ever so slightly. You rub your eyes and yawn. “Well, I’m going back to sleep.”

You turn around and pull the blanket up to your chin, snuggling into your pillow-

“Shizuku!?”

“Hi.”

The dark haired girl was lying next to you, wearing the Halloween pajamas you gave her. “W-when did you get here?”

“I’ve been here the whole time.”

“She has.”

“Longer than Shal.”

You sigh, lying back on your pillow, accepting this. “Okay, as I said, I’m going to sleep. Just… don’t do anything weird and you can all stay.”

Strangely, having the three in your room helped you sleep better. It almost made you feel safe, knowing your friends were watching over you.

——————

The Troupe gathers in your living room at 9 am sharp, some looking tired, others perky. You’re surrounded by your comrades, some(namely Shizuku and Feitan) hovered around you shamelessly as you began to speak.

“Okay, the first thing on our list is pumpkin carving!”

You had Uvogin and Phinks help you carry in the pumpkins as Pakunoda and Machi laid out newspaper to keep your living room clean. “So this isn’t just normal pumpkin carving, it’s a contest! I’ll be the judge, and whoever makes the pumpkin I like the best, wins!”

“What’s prize?” Feitan asked, poking his pumpkin. You blinked at the shorter man.

“Oh… I think I completely forgot about a prize. Any ideas guys?”

You smiled, still in your cute pajamas. Shalnark raised his hand. “Shal?”

“How about a blowj-“

Phinks smacked the blonde over the head before Shalnark is pulled away by a few members and scolded in the corner.

“Hmm? What did he say?” You asked, tilting your head. Chrollo cleared his throat, the man surprisingly flustered easily.

“Nothing. How about… a kiss from you as a prize?”

You hummed softly. “A kiss? That doesn’t seem like a good prize, I don’t think anyone here would want th-“

The entire troupe started to argue with you, and you blush.

“Oh, um… okay. A kiss it is.”

This helped to motivate the group, but before they could start you raised your hand. “Two rules, guys. No nen, and you have to use these pumpkin carving tools.”

Already, Machi and Shalnark were pouting. Feitan took the pumpkin carving kit, raising an eyebrow at you. “… dull blade. Why?”

“Well, it’s supposed to be child safe.”

“(Name), we’re a band of thieves.” Chrollo said, his lips twitching into an amused smile. “We can handle actual knives.”

You whine and hand him his own kit, puffing out your cheeks. “Well too bad, thems the rules!”

You cross your arms and walk into the kitchen.

“Haha, you sure pissed her off, boss! Boss?”

Chrollo sat in the chair with his head in his hands, groaning. “I’m an idiot.”

Uvogin clapped him over the back with his large hand, laughing. “Oh don’t worry boss, you know she can be pouty when it comes to our safety.”

“Boss not wrong though. Kill people, can use knife.” Feitan grumbled, stabbing his pumpkin.

“Fei, I don’t think that’s how you carve a pumpkin.” Phinks said, crouching down.

“Tch, you know better?”

Phinks held up his phone, a tutorial on the screen. Pakunoda, Machi, and Shizuku sat together, ignoring the men as they carved their pumpkins, occasionally dodging flying pumpkin guts.

——————

You walked out of the kitchen 30 minutes later, carrying in some muffins shyly. “Sorry, I was a little rude earlier. I made some- oh, are you all done?”

You ignored the complete mess the troupe had made, happy that you laid out plenty of newspaper. Nobunaga nodded, holding up his pumpkin. For an expert in the sword, it looked… really bad.

“Yep, we just finished up!”

You hummed and looked over each pumpkin. “Oh, Paku, is yours a cat?”

She nodded, trying to keep a neural expression. It was a little cat, and you couldn’t help but coo and take a picture. “Cute!”

It wasn’t amazing, but cute nonetheless. You continued looking, the next one to catch your attention being Shalnark’s. It was an image of some anime character, and despite looking amateur, you could recognize the character. “Oh, is that sailor moon? It’s really good Shal!”

He gave you a proud smile, holding his pumpkin i his lap. The last pumpkin that caught your attention was Feitan’s, which was honestly the best looking one. It was a detailed carving of human heart, and you couldn’t help but be impressed.

“I think we have a winner!”

You pick up Feitan’s pumpkin and hold it up for everyone to see. Despite being upset they didn’t win, everyone also agreed his was the best looking.

You placed the pumpkin on your table before smiling. Under his jacket, Feitan’s cheeks were a soft pink as he stood before you. “Fei, are you ready for your prize?”

He froze, his hands trembling slightly in his pockets. Feitan had always been on the shy side, and when it came to you, his shy nature only intensified. The others could pick this up, especially Phinks and Shalnark. The two were about to speak up, but you talked first.

“Fei, I won’t kiss you if you don’t want it.”

His eyes widen slightly. How should he tell you that it’s not that he doesn’t want to kiss you, it’s the fact that he wasn’t sure how his body would react to such a thing? Shit, it was already hard enough to not pop a boner in your presence, a kiss might kill him!

“Kiss… kiss alright. Can handle it,” he tried to say nonchalantly, but his words came out shaky. You smiled warmly, stepping closer and gently tugging the hood of his coat down.

“Are you ready?”

His heart thumped against his chest rapidly, his eyes half lidded as he stared at your soft lips. “Y-yeah…”

You leaned forward and pressed your lips to his for a moment before pulling away, giggling. “There you go!”

You open your eyes, only to see him tug his hood back into place and speed away from you. Feitan’s face was bright red, and he could feel his pants tighten as he his under hid coat.

“Well,” Chrollo said, getting everyone’s attention. Only few people would be able to read the hint of jealousy in his eye as he spoke. “What’s next, (Name)?”

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After a quick lunch, the group gathered at a corn maze. “Okay everyone, we’re going in groups of two, using the buddy system in case we get separated! Stranger danger, ya know?”

Phinks patted your head. “No one else is here, (Name), we’re the only people in line. I don’t think we’ll have any trouble with stranger danger.”

“Besides, we’re all adults and nen users.” Pakunoda said, slightly amused by your concern.

“Hmph! We’re doing the buddy system, there’s scare actors in there. What if one of them can use nen? It’s better to stick to pairs of two!”

Chrollo nodded, paying for everyone to enter. “That’s smart, (Name).”

The pairs were as so: Chrollo and Pakunoda, Phinks and Feitan, Shalnark and Machi, Uvogin and Nobunaga, then Shizuku and you.

Pakunoda glanced at you and Shizuku. “Are you sure that’s a good idea, (Name)? Shizuku can be a bit forgetful, I don’t want you two to get separated. You’re scared easily, aren’t you (Name)?”

Shizuku huffed before pulling you into her chest. “Hey, I’ll keep her safe! I’ll stay focused!”

You blushed a little, your face directly in her breasts. “Mmph!”

She released you, patting your head. “Whoops, you alright?”

You nodded shyly, your face hot.

The group entered the maze, taking different paths. It was large and intricate, more like a labyrinth than a maze. Shizuku kept a hold on your hand, occasionally squeezing it when someone jumped out to scare the two of you.

“Oh. (Name), are you scared?”

You were trembling and holding onto her arm, giving her a slight nod. “A little, y-yeah…”

The two of you continued to walk through the maze, but Shizuku seemed to space out. “Hmm…”

She let go of your hand for just a moment, and when you attempted to grab her hand again, she was already gone. “Shizuku? Shizuku!”

You shook in your little Mary Janes as you tried to find her. Just then a man with a chainsaw begin chasing you, causing you to shriek and sprint in a random direction. “AGH! SHIZUKU! SOMEONE!”

You cried in fear, spotting a familiar figure and nearly sobbing. “Uvo! Nobu!”

They looked up, Uvogin opening his arms to allow you to jump into them. He held you close as you trembled and cried, obviously terrified. Nobunaga gave you a look of concern before glancing up, unsheathing his sword and the man approached.

“Hey, back off. She’s scared.”

The man takes one look at the two menacing figures before turning around and running away. Nobunaga turns back to you, gently running his hand over your hair to smooth it out. “Hey, he’s gone. You’re okay now.”

You sniffle a little, but relax into Uvogin’s arms. “There ya go, princess. Just relax. We’ll find our way out.”

The two spent the rest of the maze in silence. Their intimidating presences alone were enough to keep all the scare actors at bay. By the end of the maze, you had fallen asleep, your arms around Uvogin’s neck.

“Uvo, Nobu? Oh thank god, you found her!”

Shalnark ran towards the three, looking over you with relieved eyes. Nobunaga held a finger up to his lips, the blonde getting quiet. “She’s sleeping, Shal. Did anyone find Shizuku?”

Said girl was being scolded by Feitan close by. She seemed sorry enough, glancing at you with regretful eyes. “I didn’t mean to leave her, I got distracted…”

Chrollo took you from Uvogin’s arms, sighing softly as he tucked your hair behind your ear. “That doesn’t matter, all that matters is she’s safe. Let’s get her home.”

By the time the group got home, it was dark. You awoke when you heard a wet thwack!

“Huh? What was that?”

Chrollo set you down. “I’m not sure, I think it’s coming from around the corner.”

You peeked arousn the corner, your eyes going wide. “The pumpkins! Hey!”

You run forward, the troupe following close behind. A group of drunk men were smashing the pumpkins you all worked hard on. “Hey, you assholes! Get away from-“

You attempted to shop them away, but were pushed to the ground. “Shut up, bitch. Stupid whore thinks she can tell us what to do…”

Thankfully, Phinks caught you before you could hit your head on the concrete, his strong arms lifting up up. “You alright, sunshine?”

You nod, sniffling a little, tears running down your cheeks. “They… they’re smashing our pumpkins…”

He did his best to comfort you as the rest of the Troupe advanced. “Trash, make her cry.” Feitan spits, wielding his umbrella.

“What should we do, boss? Can’t let them hurt our sweethearts feelings, can we?” Pakunoda asked, ruffling your hair as she passed by.

Chrollo hummed. “Take them out, but wait until we get (Name) inside.”

Pakunoda, Feitan, and Shizuku stayed outside while the rest walked in. You heard screaming for a minute, then the sound of Shizuku’s nen activating.

“I’m sorry about the pumpkins, (Name). I know you liked them.” Shalnark said, sitting next to you as you sulked on the couch.

“It’s okay… I got pictures of all of them… at least…”

Shalnark patted your back before opening his phone. “I’ll call in some pizza, okay? Uvogin and Nobunaga brought alcohol, so why don’t we watch some horror movies and chill?”

You nodded, rubbing your teary eyes. “Yeah, that sounds fun…”

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It didn’t take long for everyone to get pleasantly buzzed, you included. The troupe gathered around your TV, each taking turns to sit next to you. After all, you always jumped into the lap of whoever sat next to you when you got scared!

You stood up, humming. “Imma grab some treats, made ‘em yesterday.”

Little do you know, Shizuku had an idea. You returned with the tray, placing it on the coffee table and smiling. “Okay, dig in g-“

The dark haired girl snuck up behind you, yanking your skirt down and sitting you on the coffee table. “Let’s play a game, whoever can eat her out and make her cum the fastest, wins.”

You sat there dumbfounded, trying to process the fact that your pussy was on full display for the entire troupe, and they were all blatantly staring. You tried to close your legs, whining, but Shizuku kept them held open. “H-hey!”

You pour at her, but you don’t make any further moves to stop her. You’ve never had someone eat you out before, you hadn’t even had sex, so the thought of all 8 members present taking turns making you cum was making your pussy drool in delight.

It’s not like you haven’t imagined it a few times. Your fellow troupe members were attractive, and although this was a little embarrassing, you were a little excited.

“F-fuck…”

Phinks crouched down in front of you, taking a good whiff. You squeaked, your face hot with embarrassment.

He’s quickly shoved away by Machi, who huffed. “You said you get to go first? We’ll have to draw straws.”

Chrollo cleared his throat, the bulge in his pants more than evident. “That’s a good idea, Machi. Get the straws.”

You were allowed to sit down on the couch, a pillow under your hips to get you comfortable.

The first one up was Feitan. You felt a bit sorry for him, he was obviously inexperienced in such a thing, staring at your pussy with wife eyes, his hands shaking a little when he grabbed you by the hips.

He lowered his head to your pussy, looking up at you with those dark eyes. He took his coat off, now only wearing pants. Even from this angle, you could see the tent in his pants, his cheeks a light shade of pink.

“Come on, Fei. Hurry up!” Phinks yelled, tapping his foot impatiently.

Usually, Feitan could be pretty intimidating to most people, but you knew that he wasn’t actually a bad guy, he was just a bit shy and awkward. You played with his hair, trying to encourage him. “It’s okay, take your time.”

Even as you said this, you lightly bucked your hips trying to reach his face. You couldn’t help it, he was so close to burying his nose in your pussy.

Maybe he just needs a little guidance…

You look at him, grabbing a fist full of his hair and gently guiding him to your cunt. His eyes widened, and when his lips touched your pussy, he moaned into you. Feitan’s tongue darted out of his mouth, testing the waters.

“Mmph…”

He buried his face in your pussy, licking and sucking everywhere. Occasionally he’d touch your clit, but you knew without some more guidance, he wouldn’t be able to make you cum.

Gently, you grabbed his hair again, cooing softly as you guided him towards your clit. “Here, Fei.”

He glanced up at you through his dark eyelashes, immediately latching onto your clit. This had you mewling, your hips bucking into his face.

Feitan was a fast learner, you only had to show him how to please you once and he was on it like a hawk. After a minute, you ended up cumming on his tongue, panting softly.

Phinks clapped Feitan on the back as the dark haired man pulled away. “Hey, it took a bit but you got her there! Nice job, man.”

Feitan looked at you shyly, patting your thigh. “… good girl.”

‘Oh, he’s so cute.’ You thought, wanting to give him a kiss or something for his efforts, but the next person up was already crawling between your legs.

Pakunoda held your thighs apart, her thumb rubbing against your clit. “Is that good, princess?”

You nodded, whining a little. “Mhm… ahh!”

You squeak when she inserts a finger, now sucking on your clit as she adds another finger in. You bucked your hips, but she keeps you still.

You cum pretty quick, the woman smiling up at you as you catch your breath. “Mm, you taste divine, (Name).”

She gave your pussy a kiss before moving away for the next person to come.

Chrollo and Shalnark were similar in the way they ate you out. They liked to make a lot of eye contact, their fingers curling inside you, sometimes chuckling on your clit as they suckled on it.

Phinks and Uvogin were rough, their big tongues filling your pussy up, their fingers stretching you out. They both groaned when your walls clenched around their fingers as you came.

Nobunaga and Shizuku were a little desperate, their tongues lapping at you and fingers thrusting into you at ungodly speeds. Although you came quick, it wasn’t as satisfying when you came the previous times.

Machi was much like Pakunoda, taking her time and making you cum on her tongue easily. She was the only on to grab your breasts, making the others jealous. They hadn’t even though of that!

By the end of the night, you were exhausted!

The pillow underneath you was soaked with your cum, your skin covered in a thin sheen of sweat. “Our sweetheart seems tired.” Phinks teased, crouching down to help you get dressed.

The group decided to sleep in the living room, and you fell asleep being cuddled by the entire troupe.

Was it easy being loved by a band of thieves? No. Was it satisfying?

Oh yes.

“This was the best Halloween ever…” you whispered into Chrollo’s chest. He smiled and kissed the top of you head.

“It really was.”

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theyhavetakenovermylife · 4 months

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Anger: Leonardo’s Ending (18+)

2007!Leonardo x reader

Part 1 Part 2 Part 3 Raphael’s Ending

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A/N: This is Leonardo’s ending of Anger, with the focus mainly on him, for those of you who want to stay with Leo. Raphael’s ending will be posted soon💙❤️

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All characters are aged up.

Warnings: Spelling, emotions, oral - male receiving, face fucking, dirty talk, name calling, rough unprotected sex.

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Days went by, after that night on the roof with Raphael and Leonardo, and yet, the sadness and confusion did not settle. Slowly the days turned into a week. Then they turned into two. You sat in your apartment throughout those two weeks, with your head heavy with thought. Your school and work had taken its toll and was put on the back burner, while you stared into the air, thinking with the same questions running through your mind, over and over again. What were you going to do? Who were you going to choose?

You could just say no to both of them. They had done you wrong. You started biting your nail as you thought it through once more. A bad habit you had picked up over these last two weeks, which you had caught yourself in several times. There was no hiding that this was stressing you. And with every stressing thought, you found yourself dreaming of comfort. The comfort at Leonardo’s arms used to bring you. Raphael had brought you comfort for these past two years, but there was just something about Leo’s arms you found yourself missing.

During these two weeks, you had found yourself dreaming, day and night, about waking up in Leo’s arms, and learned that all of this was a dream. He laughed at you telling him about his travels to South America and called you silly, before telling you he would never do such a thing and leave you like that… But he did… In all of two years… Leaving you alone and fearful for his life and safety, with only his brother as a form of security in that unsure time.

It was everytime you reminded yourself that Leo did in fact leave you, you felt your heart break all over again. You had to look the truth in the eyes, and stare into its fiery pupils - Leo left you once. He could easily leave you again. And as much as you missed Leo and his strong, warm arms, it was this thought that held you back. Could you bear going back to him, if he then decided to go back to South America? Was it worth the possible pain it could bring you? Well, that was the questions you had spent two weeks contemplating.

During those two weeks, Leo had been taking his room back, ever so slowly. Airing it out, spending time in there, trying his hardest to ignore the smell of you and his brother, as he brought back every memory of you and him. The first night you stayed over in his room, cuddling all night in his bed and talking about whatever was on your mind. The way you had softly whispered to him, as you ever so slowly fell asleep in his arms. The first time he ate you out, keeping you close to the edge, until you came undone onto his face. Or the time he watched you try to get off on his thigh, only for him to stop you right before your peaking, once again, keeping you close to the edge. Leo missed it. He missed you.

By the end of the two weeks, Leo finally found himself being able to relax on his own bed in his own room. The smell Raph had brought upon his room was now so faint, that he could easily push it out. Yet his thoughts did not move from you. He thought of your beautiful face, along with your sparkling eyes and pretty smile. Leo knew he shouldn’t be thinking about you like that while waiting for you to choose - he was only going to hurt himself if you decided to go for him. Yet Leo just couldn’t help but think of you.

It did not feel right to be home without you. Nothing felt right without you. If Leo had thought that two years in the jungle with nothing but the thought of you as company was hard, then knowing that you were nearby, unable to touch or talk to you was torture. But maybe that was just was Leo should get used to it. Maybe you didn’t want either Leo or Raph. Maybe you had enough of them, feeling like you couldn’t trust any of them. Leo did not blame you. Leo had left you and Raph had taken advantage of you. Why would you want to be with any of them?

As the night was nearing closer, Leo cast a glance towards his bedroom door. Everyday for the past two weeks, he had been looking at it, hoping you would walk through it. Whenever his door knob would wiggle, he would sit up, his heart beating fast, thinking it was you. But instead it would be Master Splinter or one of his brothers, telling him they were ready for training or that the dinner table was set. So when the doorknob started wiggling once again under his gaze, he thought that it might be Michelangelo, asking him if he wanted to play some video games with him.

“I’ve already told you, Mikey”, Leo sighed, turning his gaze back towards the ceiling, before covering his face with his hands. “I’m not in the mood for video games today. Maybe tomorrow?”

“Well, in that case”, a familiar and slightly playful voice said, making Leo gasp and his eyes widen in realization. “I’ll be back tomorrow”.

“No! (Y/N)! Wait!”, Leo said, jumping from the bed. The sight of you made him stall, his heart beating fast and his throat knot up. You looked tired, yet you were as beautiful as ever, dressed in a hoodie and joggers, your hair sat up loosely. Oh how Leo had missed that look on you. How you usually would dress when you came to see him, knowing you would spend most of your time together in bed.

You walked into his room and closed the door behind you, leaning your back against it with a small smile. “Hey”.

Leo did not greet you. Instead he ran to you, wrapping his arms around you so he could pull you close, his head dipping into the crook of your neck, feeling your arms wrap tightly around him. The feeling of being back in each other’s arms was almost enough to make both of you cry. You could not help the small tear that fell down your cheek, as you pressed your face against Leo’s shoulder.

“I’m sorry”, you mumbled against his skin.

“No, I’m the one that’s sorry”, Leo said, holding you even closer against him. “I was the one that left in the first place. I was the one that stopped writing. I’m the reason that all this happened, and I’m sorry, (Y/N)”.

“But I still shouldn’t have done it”, you whimpered against him. “I shouldn’t have done it. I’m sorry, Leo”.

“It’s okay”, Leo said, absentmindedly placing a tender kiss against your neck. “It’s not your fault. You have done nothing wrong”.

The feeling of Leo’s against your neck, made you breathe in, pressing your chest closer to Leo’s plastron. The small sound that came from you as you did so, was one that Leo hadn’t heard in a long time. It sounded like sweet music to his ears. A sound he had missed for so long.

Leonardo pulled his face from your neck, taking in your face before him. Your lips slightly parted and your eyes glossed over, yet you were still as beautiful as the day he first met you. Leo placed a hand on your cheek, stroking your face with his thumb, watching as you leaned into the touch, a glint of satisfaction and happiness opening in your eyes, the corners of your mouth moving up a little. Leo leaned his face closer to yours, watching for any reaction that told him not to do so. But all he was met by, was your sparkling eyes, begging him to come closer. Finally his lips met yours in a tender sweet kiss. The delight he felt when you kissed him back just as tenderly made his stomach erupt in erratic butterflies.

Pulling from the kiss, he leaned his forehead against yours, his thumb still stroking your face, feeling relief and joy wash over him. “I missed you, (Y/N)”.

“I missed you too, Leo”.

The two of you moved to Leo’s bed, where you moved under the cover. You laid facing each other, your hands and eyes moving each other’s faces, feeling and seeing what you had been missing for so long. Then you moved forward, hiding your face under his chin, pressing yourself as close to his plastron as possible. In reaction Leo wrapped his arms around you and held you close, moving his snout so it rested on top of your head, taking in your scent.

But it was there, while holding you close, that Leo once again remembered Raph’s words. That frustrating smell of his brother somehow seemed to be making its way back into his room, making insecurity show its ugly face inside of Leo’s head. He just had to know if what Raph said was right. He just had to know.

“There’s still one thing I would like to know”, Leo said softly, trying to hide the feelings that were messing with him. You in turn looked up at him, your pretty eyes telling him you were listening. “Was Raph better than me?”

This question stunned you for a moment, unsure of what to say. You could feel Leo’s eyes on you, patiently waiting for an answer. “He wasn’t better”, you finally said. “He was just… different”.

Leo once again felt that feeling grow inside of him. Anger. A need for revenge. Maybe it was his animalistic urges, but he suddenly felt a strong need for taking. Taking what was his.

“Different?”, Leo asked, letting a hand slide down your back, until it rested on your ass. “Like different in a good way?”

You were not sure of what to make of Leo’s questioning. You guess that Raph was different in a good way, but you wouldn’t say that he was better than Leo. They were two different people with two different personalities, and two different ways of having sex. It would be like comparing apples to pears. Or cucumbers to bananas. Both a good size and length but with two different flavors.

Leo moved his lips to your neck once more, where he slowly and carefully traced them around, his lips and tongue showering your skin with small kisses that made you breath heavily.

“I- I don’t know, Leo”, you whispered, arching your body to get closer to him.

“Was it good?”, Leo asked, as he slowly pushed you onto your back, moving on top of you so he could continue your soft kisses on your neck. You closed your eyes at the feeling, enjoying the familiar feeling of his soft lips against you. You bit your lip as you felt one his hands moving under your hoodie and top, softly stroking the side of your waist, sending goosebumps over your skin. “You can tell me yes or no, (Y/N)”, he breathed against your skin.

“Yes”, you finally whimpered under him. “It was different. Not bad. Not better. Good”.

“How did Raph do it?”, Leo asked, as he continued to kiss and nibble around your neck.

“What?”, you asked in confusion. Did you hear him right? Did he really just ask that? You expected him to be mad at you for admitting you enjoyed what Raph had done to you.

“How did Raph do it?”, Leo asked even more firmly, pushing himself further up so he could look you in the eyes, seriousness painted in his irises. He wanted to know.

“Rough”, you answered, slightly out of breath from Leo’s kisses. “Hard”.

You could see the gears turn in Leo’s head as he thought, his eyes moving over you; your face and your body. Then suddenly he grabbed you and turned you over, so that you were pressed down onto your stomach. You would turn to ask Leo was he was doing, but he took your arms and held them down over your head, and held your thighs open and spread with his knees, all while grinding his groin against your ass. You gasped at this, trying to turn your head towards him, catching the sight of him out of the corner of your eye. Leo leaned his head down to your ear, his breath hitting the edge making you shiver.

“Like this?”

“Yes”, you whimpered.

“What else did he do?”, Leo asked, grinding harder against you, causing you to moan under him.

“He didn’t ask”, you breathed out. “He just did”.

“Like this?”, Leo asked, janking your joggers down in a swift move, leaving you in your hoodie and underwear, before giving your left cheek a hard smack, causing you to moan out instead of answering. “I can smell you, (Y/N)”, Leo growled into your ear. “You enjoy this, don’t you?”

“Y- yes”, you whimpered, arching your ass against Leo’s grinding hips.

Leo sat up and pulled you up with him. Without a word he pulled your hoodie off, followed by your top, your exposed nipples getting hard in the cold air of Leo’s room. He placed a hand around your throat before pulling you in for a hungry kiss, his other hands grabbing your breasts. You moaned against Leo’s lips, causing him to retract his hand from your chest, moving it to his cloaca, letting himself drop into his hand.

Leo pulled back from the kiss, taking a look at your face to make sure that you were okay. Your face along with your strong smell almost assaulted him. Your arousal so strong, it could knock him out.

Using the hand around your throat, Leo moved your head down towards his aching penis. The sight almost made your mouth water. “Suck it”, Leo breathed, using his other hand to point it towards your face. “Suck it like you have never sucked it before”. You hesitated for a moment, feeling how Leo’s words shot straight to your core. Leo had never been big on blowjobs, always finding it more satisfying to go down on you. But you could not deny how erotic you found it, having your face forced down to Leo’s aching member, ordering you to take it in your mouth. And so you did. Wrapping your hands around his base, licking from the bottom to the top, catching the pre-cum that was leaking from the opening, before taking him into your mouth, hollowing out your cheeks.

“Fuck”, Leo moaned, moving his hand from your throat to your hair, as you moved your head up and down his shaft. “Such a good girl. Taking me so good”, he breathed out, his fists taking a hold of your hair. You felt yourself clenching around empty air at his words. It was a rarity to hear Leo curse, even during sex. This different side to Leo had you excited in a whole new way. You moaned against his cock, making Leo buckle his hips against your mouth, forcing himself further down your throat making you gag lightly. “You can do better than that”, Leo purred. “Such a dirty girl like you can take more than that”. He took a hold of your head, moving your face up and down on him. You gagged, causing Leo to raise his hips before thrusting into your mouth, your gurgling noises spurring him on.

Before Leo could reach his peak he pulled out of your mouth, pushing you back onto the bed. Out of breath you watched him as he positioned himself between your legs, pulling your underwear down before opening your legs open, revealing your aching core to him.

“I’ve waited two years for this”, Leo growled, taking in the scent of your arousal as he lined himself up with your entrance, making you moan at his words. “I’m going to fuck you so good, (Y/N). No one will ever fuck you as good as I will tonight”.

“Leo”, you whimpered, feeling his head rest against your entrance. Normally this would be the time where Leo would tease you, make you beg, before he finally would slide in. But not this time. Leo pushed into you with no warning, thrusting hard and fast into you, causing you to throw your head back in surprise and pleasure. He cursed at the feeling of your warm tightness around him, forcing your leg out to the side, making it possible for him to go deeper.

Leo placed his hand back on your throat, turning your face towards him as he spoke. “Who would have thought you would be such a slut”, he said, his other hand finding your clit, rubbing against it as he continually thrusted into you. “Loving to get used like that. In that case, I will use you and fuck you over and over, like the good slut you are”.

“Please don’t stop, Leo!”, you moaned out, using everything in you to talk, your body feeling overwhelmed with pleasure. The familiar feeling in your lower stomach building up, surprising you with its sudden appearance. “I’m close!”

“I’ll never stop”, Leo growled. “Be a good girl and cum. Be my good slut and cum for me”. Leo’s lips once again found your neck, biting onto your skin like a hungry animal, pushing you closer and closer to your peak, making you a shaking and moaning mess underneath him.

Your peak washed over you with a moan like scream, that surely all of the lair could hear. You clung onto Leo as he fucked you through your high, never letting down the momentum. Just as you started to relax, thinking you had time to breathe, Leo pulled out of you and threw you onto your stomach, forcing your ass up in the air, before once again rentaring your sensitive cunt. You yelled out in confusion and pleasure, asking Leo what he was doing.

“I wasn’t kidding when I said I had been waiting for two years”, Leo growled, holding onto your hips as his pistoned against you, the sound of skin smacking together echoing through the room. “We have two whole years of fucking to make up for”. He finished that sentence with a slap against your right cheek.

It didn’t take long before Leo had taken his room back, replacing the smell of you and Raph with you and him, just like it used to be.

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caplanbuckybarnes · 1 month

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Caplan's Disney Celebration

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"Take it with you so you'll always have a way to look back ... and remember me."

"Have you ever seen something so wonderful in your entire life?"

“How did you survive being locked up in a castle for all this time?”

“What do you mean, you’re the lost princess?”

"Family means nobody gets left behind or forgotten"

“It’s called a cruel irony, like my dependence on you.”

“I warn you child. If I lose my temper, you lose your head. Understand?!”

“Perhaps you shouldn’t turn your back on me.”

“A true loves kiss. If only there was someone out there who loved you.”

"Today is a good day to try"

"Love is putting someone else’s needs before yours"

"If you ain’t scared, you ain’t alive"

"Any day spent with you is my favorite day. So, today is my new favorite day"

"He fell into despair, and lost all hope. For who could ever learn to love a beast?"

“You really shouldn’t come back here, you know. It’s not safe.”

“I told you to stay away from this wing!”

“He was this close—just staring at me.”

“Do you trust me?”

“(And) You will always be in my heart.”

“I especially love his smile.”

“New and a bit alarming.”

“Now kiss her.”

“How can I prove myself if no one will give me a chance?”

“People around here think I’m crazy, but I don’t care.”

“I’m a damsel. I’m in distress. I can handle this. Have a nice day.”

“Guys….I want a castle.”

“If you can’t say something nice, don’t say nothin’ at all.”

“When I look at you, I can feel it. I look at you, and I’m home.”

“Put that thing back where it came from or so help me.”

“There’s no one I’d rather be than me.”

“It was worth it…if you learned something from it.”

“You deliberately disobeyed me.”

“I’m surrounded by idiots.”

“How could you do that to me?”

Song Lyric prompts

“And I’ve got friends on the other side.” - Dr. Facilier, “Friends on the Other Side”,

“But you’ll be rewarded when at last I am given my dues. And injustice deliciously squared! Be prepared.”

“I admit that in the past I’ve been a nasty. They weren’t kidding when they called me, well, a witch.”

“If she doesn’t scare you, no evil thing will.”

“I’ve reached the top and had to stop and that’s what botherin’ me.”

“Ain't got time for messing around”

“People down here think I'm crazy”

“I put a spell on you, and now you’re mine.

“Don’t forget it, you’ll regret it.”

“Every hour we spent together Lives within my heart”

“Never thought she'd look my way And she smiled at me and held me”

“I was the master of my fate.”

“I learned the truth too late.”

“I let her steal into my melancholy heart.”

“I'm where I'm meant to be”

“He has never been one of us.”

“Now I know she’ll never leave me.”

“I should thank you...but it’d be more fun to kill you.”

“This crown gives me a feeling of power!”

“It’s not my fault, I’m not to blame”

“He asked for trouble the moment he came”

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[yandere] popular jock alpha 🏈 x overachiever omega 🎓

hunter ramirez x remy griffin

heeeeyyyy :)

if anyone remembers, I posted a poll a while back about what yandere scenario I should post first and it was a tie between jock and streamer. so here's the jock one now!

these are original characters and not associated with any fandom content I've posted before. thus, it is not x reader, BUT when I get more posts out, I will accept requests for those who want to create their own little scenario ;).

MAJOR SHOUTOUT to @darling--core and her yandere jock character who was pretty much the entire inspiration for me wanting to create yandere content. literally messaged her and was like 'gurl can I use this as inspiration?' and she said yes so I'm very happy to share this with everyone now.

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Senior year is always the start of some bullshit.

Remy Griffin, upcoming class valedictorian, student council president, and recipient of various titles and awards is skilled at many things. Elected president of the Math Leagues for the last three consecutive years, he’s led his school to the national mathematics competition every year, never leaving with anything below 1st place.

He single-handedly rallied his school together for multiple protests, whether against unfair school rules or in support of a global cause.

He won his seat on the student council during his junior year, initially as the vice president, coming in 2nd behind Hoeniffer—*ahem*— Jennifer Farrow who was gunning for the presidential seat against him. He suspected the ho—girl of cheating and after thorough investigation and use of his charming Omega nature, he discovered it to be the truth. As a result, Hoeniffer was kicked from the student council, and Remy was elected to his rightful seat as President, with his close friend Dustin Bellerose taking his place as V.P.

There was nothing Remy couldn’t solve or achieve.

So why the hell couldn’t he manage to rid himself of the school’s most popular, yet insufferable Alpha, Hunter Ramirez?

Hunter held similar achievements to Remy, only his were mainly athletic. Captain to the football, basketball, and baseball teams since sophomore year. He’s led the school to numerous championships and has had college scouts from all over the country coming to see him play.

Yet, none of those things seem more important to him than obsessing and chasing after the school’s resident overachiever.

Hunter and Remy have gone to the same school since 1st grade, and as far as the Omega could remember, Hunter never showed him attention like this. Minus some instances where he noted the Alpha’s questionable behaviors, he never gave Remy reason to think he was an obsessive and controlling freak.

But he’d be lying if he said he hadn’t noticed signs of Hunter’s growing obsession with him as far back as freshman year.

It was relatively small stuff.

When the school year started and everyone was given their class schedules, that first week, Hunter would be in maybe two or one of his classes. Their sophomore year, he wasn’t in any of his classes. But every year, Hunter somehow ends up in most of his classes.

He even somehow managed to get into his A.P. classes, which confused the hell out of Remy because Hunter barely passed his regular classes to his knowledge, but it goes to show you shouldn’t judge a book by its cover.

Either way, whatever classes Hunter ended up in with him, he’d act like it was a crime for anyone to try and talk to the Omega besides him. And there was never any possibility of Remy getting one of their other classmates as a partner for a project.

If the teacher left it to the class to choose their partners, Remy would try and get someone else to be his partner, but Hunter would come strolling overall calm and quiet and give the guy or girl one look, and they’d be scurrying out of their seats like mice.

But if the teacher took it upon themselves to assign partners and gave Remy someone other than Hunter, it wasn’t long before he’d use the split personality that was reserved for adults and teachers alike to charm his way into getting what he wanted. Therefore, by the end of the period, Remy would have the Alpha as his partner, even if he tried to beg the teacher himself to let him keep his old partner.

That was just the beginning of Hunter’s seemingly back-then possessive attitude toward the Omega. But, little did he know of the other things that would follow.

Like members from the different athletic teams who Remy knew for a fact were either friends or associates of Hunter to a degree watching him in the halls, during study period, or in one of the few classes that the Alpha wasn’t in with him. It was like he could never be alone.

If Remy raised his hand to go to the bathroom or just disappeared somewhere, one of those jocks would suddenly be texting on their phone, then, two minutes later, Hunter would appear at wherever Remy was going with a smile that the Omega over time came to realize was only reserved for him.

Everyone else got his stagnant and bored face, which could be extremely intimidating since Hunter was very fit, very large, and generally just gave off silent but dangerous vibes. The adults and teachers would get his charming, pearly white smile, and that was only if the Alpha wanted something from them, like, say for example, Remy’s school file with his personal information like his address and phone number since the Omega wouldn’t give it to him initially.

In their eyes, Hunter was a good and noble student who was just looking out for his friend. And, even though school rules and the literal fucking law technically prevented this, Hunter did say Remy sent him there on his behalf. How could they not trust that innocent and charming smile of his?

Remy was still trying to figure out how Hunter got his number during junior year since he never gave it to him despite the Alpha’s numerous and persistent (almost considered forceful) attempts at getting it out of him. Hunter might have been an Alpha, but Remy was a stubborn little devil who never knew when to throw the towel in and would rather chew glass than even consider the thought.

Maybe that was why Remy seemingly couldn’t keep a boyfriend throughout his late middle school and high school years. Yeah, you heard right. Overachiever Remy Griffin whose schedule most government officials and CEOs couldn’t compete with also made time for romance and love. He was young. He liked attention. And most of all, he was horny. Sue him.

But, up until senior year, the Omega couldn’t name one relationship he had that lasted more than a month and where he didn’t get ghosted out of nowhere. It was almost like they were scared of him too.

Whenever he would try to talk to them and figure out what went wrong, they’d take one look at him, glance around the room or hall and catch eyes with something and then hightail it off like someone lit a fire under their asses. And when Remy would glance in the direction they were looking before they took off, guess who’d he find giving him that smug little smile just a few feet away?

Hunter fucking Ramriez.

Remy almost bashed himself in the head for not recognizing the signs of the Alpha’s obsessive behavior toward him earlier, and most of all, not doing something about it.

Now, it was senior year, and Hunter seemingly upped his game tenfold. He was practically acting like the Omega’s boyfriend, husband, bodyguard, and controller all wrapped up in one deliciously tight, hot, and muscled package.

Ironic as well when you consider the fact that the Alpha and Omega won ‘Cutest Couple’ in their class yearbook every year since freshman year despite Remy never remembering once even signing his name down on that blasted category. He always went for ‘Most Likely to become President’ and ‘Most Likely to be your Future Boss,' and yet somehow, his and Hunter’s name ended up in that section of the yearbook every year since they got their first ones in the 9th grade.

But, thinking about it now, it wasn’t that surprising, knowing Hunter’s influence in the school and the fact that he probably convinced bribed/blackmailed someone on the yearbook committee to put their names in. Another blatant sign Remy so ignorantly ignored.

And despite the Omega’s still strong feelings of aversion and disdain toward the Alpha, he couldn’t figure out if the jock was slowly starting to grow on him or if he just liked the attention.

Either way, Remy Griffin knew one thing. He couldn’t fucking stand Hunter Ramirez, and hell would have ice water and top-notch air conditioning before he let that smug and controlling Alpha think he’d just fall over and do whatever he said.

Remy was no punk, and he’d soon find out neither was Hunter.

“Me & Hunter? Sorry, I have to go home and laugh at that idea.” “You could pretend to like him.” “I could, but there’s a reason I never joined drama club.”

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Every Time You Lie - Ch 6 || Lloyd Hansen

Character: dark!Lloyd Hansen x female!reader, dark!Husband Lloyd Hansen x Wife!reader.

Synopsis: Any woman is jealous of you, especially with the status of being the wife of Lloyd Hansen—the CEO of the biggest pharmacy company in the country. From the outside, everyone sees you as a perfect family, a successful husband, two kids, and living in a big house.

But the truth is different. You are trapped in this marriage because of the mistake you made. You are willing to give everything you have to get your freedom. Free from him. Free from your vicious mother-in-law. Free from your snobby son.

Both of them shouldn’t be together.

Warning: Betrayal, suicidal thought, harsh language, tragedy. Minors do not read. 18+

Author Note: I do not consent to copying or translating my work.

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You and Lionel arrived home from the arcade, and Lloyd awaited them. As you entered, Lloyd greeted you with a gentle hug and a kiss on the cheek. However, his words hinted at an indirect warning about you not letting him know about your whereabouts.

"Wife, you didn't inform me where you were going. You used to do that before..." Lloyd's tone carried a subtle edge, making it clear that he expected you to keep him updated.

Lionel, upon hearing his father's voice, visibly flinched. Lloyd then instructed Lionel, “Go to your room,” with a stern tone, to which Lionel responded timidly, "Okay," and quickly retreated to his room.

You couldn't help but notice the unease in your son, a stark contrast to the vibrant and playful boy you remembered. It raised questions about the dynamics within the household that went beyond your memory loss.

Lloyd's disdain for the doll was evident in his dismissive words, "What kind of ugly thing is that?" However, you became protective of the prize Lionel had worked hard to win, countered his comment.

"Hey, don't say that. Lionel worked hard to win this," You defended a hint of defiance in your voice.

Surprised by your straightforward response, Lloyd softened, "Alright, alright. I'm sorry."

He held you delicately, as if you were fragile, and said, "It's already late. You have to drink your medicine before resting."

You nodded in agreement, "Okay."

In the quiet stillness of the Hansen mansion at night, Lloyd awoke to find the space beside him empty. Concerned, he donned his night robe and sandals, contemplating whether you were sleepwalking, a behavior you had never exhibited before.

Locating you in front of the expansive French window, he approached you gently, attempting to coax you back to bed. "Honey, let's go back to sleep," he murmured.

However, your demeanor suddenly changed, and you strangled Lloyd, causing him to fall to the ground with you on top. In your rage, you accused him, "It's all because of you!!! Everything is gone because of you, my father, my sister, my brother."

Struggling for breath, Lloyd pleaded, "Wife, wake up; it's all a dream."

“Y/N!!!”

The intensity of his scream finally jolted you awake from your turbulent dream.

You gradually sat up on the bed, and your movement stirred Lloyd. Concerned, he inquired, "Did you have a good sleep?"

You nodded in response.

Lloyd tenderly stroked your hair, "Let's get up. I'll accompany you for your therapy today."

You responded with a soft sound of agreement. While you wanted to convey that you might not need more therapy, there was a small comfort in knowing you would get to see your daughter, Emily.

As you left the bed, Lloyd's hand instinctively touched the back of his neck. He winced, feeling the subtle sting of your nails scratching his skin during sleepwalking. A frown creased his forehead.

Concern etched on his face, Lloyd reached for his phone and dialed a number. He spoke to the receiver in a hushed tone, "Change her medicine. Add the dosage."

The atmosphere seemed lighter than usual as Lionel joined them at the breakfast table. The young man brought his basketball, a tangible sign of the spark reignited by yesterday's outing.

You welcomed him with a cheerful greeting, "Good morning."

Lionel responded with a simple "Morning, Mom," sitting across from you. You patted the chair beside you, "You're too far; sit beside me." Lionel agreed, moving closer.

Observing the newfound closeness between mother and son, Lloyd continued with his breakfast. However, his moment of reprieve was interrupted by an unexpected phone call. The news he received prompted a sudden outburst, "Nonsense!!! It's impossible!!! We have the license."

Lloyd's sudden outburst caught the attention of both you and Lionel, causing an awkward pause in the breakfast conversation. However, Lloyd swiftly regained his composure, addressing the urgent matters on the phone.

As he concluded the call, Lloyd told you, "Prepare the jet. I'll be there in person. Call our PR to handle this." He turned off his phone, attempting to mask the abruptness of the situation.

You who have been listening to his conversation, “What jet?”

As he turned off his phone, Lloyd reassured you, "Ours. We have a jet, my dear. You'll be surprised at how successful your father's company is under my hands." Your grip on the fork tightened at the reminder of the company's ownership transition.

Lloyd, adjusting his tie, approached you and gently kissed your cheek. "I have to go to LA; something happened in our branch there. I couldn't accompany you today, but I'm sure Emily will be there."

You, trying to conceal your emotions, responded, "I'll be fine. Be safe."

Lloyd smiled, assuring you, "I will." Before departing, he turned to Lionel and promptly commanded, "Be good. Don't make any trouble."

Lionel, responding with a subdued "Yes, father," visibly flinched. You sensed your son's unease and comforted him by placing your hand atop his, offering reassurance. As Lloyd left, Lionel found solace in his mother's presence, a reprieve from the looming shadows of his father's authority.

As you underwent therapy for your foot and had various medical examinations, Dr. Gabriel, the head doctor, assured you were healthy. Emily stood by her mother's side throughout, providing a comforting presence.

After the medical appointments, Emily suggested, "Let's take a walk near the hospital lake before you go back." You agreed, although your eyes subtly signaled your discomfort with the idea because of Lloyd's assigned bodyguard to always be at your side.

Sensitive to her mother's feelings, Emily assured you, "It'll be alright. I'll handle it."

While enjoying the beauty of the scenery, Emily suddenly said, "Mom, I left something. I'll be right back."

While you sat on the bench, taking in the picturesque view of the swan lake, you felt someone join you. Shocked, you turned to find Ransom seated beside you, clad in his familiar brown cloak, scarf, and sunglasses.

A surprised smile played on his lips as he greeted you, "Hey, sweetie."

The unexpected presence of Ransom stirred a mixture of emotions within you. Your heart raced, and her mind was a whirlwind of memories from their past. Despite the surprise, you composed yourself and replied, "Ransom? What are you doing here?"

You couldn't help but feel a sense of fear lingering due to Lloyd's intimidating bodyguards. However, after noticing your unease, Ransom reassured you with a mischievous smile, saying, "Rest assured, I've taken care of your bodyguard."

Curious, you asked, "How?"

Ransom placed one finger on his lips, adopting a playful expression, "Bribe."

You chuckled at the revelation, finding it typical of Ransom's approach. "That's so Ransom."

As they shared a lighthearted moment, Ransom couldn't help but gaze at the woman he had once loved, now standing before him, laughing.

Unable to contain his emotions, Ransom wrapped his arms around you, confessing, "How much I miss you."

Surprised by the sudden embrace, you hesitated momentarily but found a strange comfort in Ransom's arms. There was an undeniable sense of rightness, a feeling you hadn't experienced with Lloyd.

Feeling your warmth in his arms, Ransom couldn't hold back his emotions. "How much I miss you," he repeated, his voice filled with regret and longing.

As you, still held in his embrace, you gathered the courage to ask, "Ransom, why did we break up?"

Ransom released his hold, and for a moment, a flicker of fear crossed his face. After a heavy sigh, he admitted, "We had a massive argument. And I..." He paused, the weight of his words hanging in the air.

Your curiosity mixed with concern, pressed further, "Ransom, what happened?"

Running a hand through his face, Ransom sighed deeply. "I ended up in jail."

Your eyes widened in shock, "What?"

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taylorswiftstylequestions · 1 month

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Hi Sarah! First, thank you for always welcoming and opening up interesting conversations. I love that about this little corner of the internet so much! I guess what I want to contribute is that I can kind of see what that anon said as being someone’s knee-jerk reaction. But we have to remember, everything is speculation right now. Is TTPD a breakup album? It seems likely. But we don’t know if it’s to “trash” Joe. It could very much be talking about how they both made mistakes. (Cont…)

(Cont…) YLM is probably our first glimpse into things and I wouldn’t say it is trashing Joe by any means. Taylor is just sharing how she felt and HER side, which is what she’s always done. So that shouldn’t seem shocking? What does bother me though, is that it seems like it is more of the fandom that starts to trash Taylor’s exes more than Taylor does. The fandom acts like Taylor was being held hostage in a relationship when she was not. She made her own choices. (2) (Cont…) I have shared before about how I was surprised how quickly people turned on Joe. He was very important to Taylor for a time. 2016 drama, reputation, Taylor needing her quiet, etc…but obviously it broke down somewhere along the way. And that is what we are probably going to get more insight on? But the relationship wasn’t all terrible like some of the fandom is assuming. And I don’t think it’s fair to Tay to assume she is going to trash Joe when we DON’T KNOW yet. (3)

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Hi friend! Tysm for this response and for choosing to be in this lil space and contributing to i so thoughtfully. I am no stranger to the knee-jerk reaction - I had a very unkind one typed out in response when that message was sitting in my drafts and let it stew for a long time like that until I finally felt like I could come at it with more space and the hopes of entertaining more open and beautiful conversations like this one! So again ty x2 for proving that intuition right that it was something that could indeed be turned around just based on one's approach and response.

It's been an interesting, very slight, change in tone and perception over the years of the Weaponized Songwriter. It's this strange view that her art exists as a means to bring Bad Men to their knees and not primarily as a method to process her own life experiences and to make sense of how others have made her feel. It isn't X did Y so they should Z. It's X happened to me and it made me A, B, C. She is the main character of her own cinematic universe! It isn't about 'trashing' it's just about experiences and the unvarnished version of her truth about what that experience was.

Somehow - if it makes sense - I find myself equally bothered both by the trashing and the defence of the muses. Imo, they are tangential to the story and I just am not invested in what happens to them when they're written out of it. And I don't care to putting my energy into vilifying or protecting them when my investment is in the writer and her story.

#opinion

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Truth or Dare (Bucky x Reader)

During a game of truth or dare, you are asked a question that sends you spiraling into a panic attack.

Author's note: The events described in this story are things that are very personal to me. Recently, I've been finding the memories of this day almost fifteen years ago coming back to haunt me, and so instead of crying myself to sleep, I decided to tell my story to my comfort character.

Please don't read if these things upset you: descriptions of panic attacks, sexual assault, and self harm.

This is my way of working through these traumatic events in my life.

Again, this is dark.

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It was a night you all had off – no missions to be done, so you and a select few of the Avengers decided that it would be a nice night to have some drinks and play some truth or dare. It started out as a fun game, but the more the drinks flowed, the more provocative the questions became…naturally. Next up, it was your turn.

“Truth or dare?” Nat asked.

It was the tenth time you’d gone, and you had a pattern by now. First you would say dare and then truth. This time, it was truth. “Truth.”

Nat thought for a second. “How old were you when you lost your virginity?”

It was that question…the question that had always sent you into a downward spiral. At hearing the word virginity, breathing became nearly impossible, your heart rate sped up, and your eyes widened. You thought you had gotten over this by now, but now you knew that the word still held its power over you. It still had the power to send you into a full-blown panic attack within seconds. The small group of people around you began to worry – asking if you were okay. Normally, you’d appreciate them showing concern for you, but at that moment, it was too much. Without a word, you got up from your spot on the floor and bolted to your room – closing and locking the door before letting your body fall to the ground. You had had enough of these by now to know how to put your head in between your knees and take as deep of breaths as possible.

“Someone should go check on her,” Steve spoke up after a few tense and silent minutes.

“I got it,” Bucky got up from his spot quietly and walked to your room.

He could hear you sobbing and panicking from the other side of the door, and while he had never been in this type of situation before, he knew the best thing to do was knock. “Hey,” he called out softly. “It’s me…you okay?”

“Y-Y-Yea-Yep” you unconvincingly stuttered through your heavy breaths. “F-Fine.”

Bucky let out a sigh. “Do…do you wanna talk about it?”

“Why does it matter?” you scoffed.

Bucky bit his lip and closed his eyes. “Because something’s hurting you, and you shouldn’t have to keep that all to yourself.”

His ears weren’t met with a response from you, but rather, the sound of the door unlocking and opening. “Come in.” Your voice was soft and quiet…the complete opposite of what he and everyone else was used to. He walked into the room slowly – following you and sitting next to you on the edge of your bed.

“I was fourteen,” you began silently. Bucky raised an eyebrow – confused as to what you were referring to. “The…you know…virginity thing.”

“Gotcha,” he nodded.

You looked over at him and found his eyes to be soft – his face showing great care and concern. You let out a sigh. You knew you needed to talk about it…it was something you had kept to yourself long enough. Whether or not you would embarrassingly break down in front of the soldier was to be seen, but you were pretty sure you would and then the entire relationship would be weird.

“I was fourteen,” you began – repeating what you had just said – more so for yourself than for him. Fourteen, you thought. At fourteen years old, you were just starting your first year of high school. It was supposed to be an unforgettable four years – a time of growing and learning who you were, but it ended up becoming unforgettable for all the wrong reasons. You didn’t remember high school for the fun parties and groups of friends you made, no. You remembered it as a time of trying to get rid of the memories that haunted your every waking second. The parties that others found fun, you used as a way to get free drugs and alcohol – hiding the dark secret you’d kept with you until this moment. “I had a boyfriend,” you continued. “He was eighteen, had a kid.” Your breath was shaky as you thought about the words you were planning on saying next. “He talked me into going on a quote unquote nature walk with him, and stupidly, I agreed…thought it would be something fun and romantic.” You scoffed at yourself. “He waited until we were deep into the woods, and he backed me up against a tree…took a knife out and told me that I was going to let him do what he wanted, or I’d regret it.” Your voice began shaking as you remembered the events from that afternoon. “He got me on the ground…I was too scared to even try to fight him off. I always thought that if I were in that type of situation, I’d be brave enough to fight back, but…I wasn’t. He got my clothes off…making sure not to rip them. At first, I wondered why he was even taking the time to make sure they stayed intact, but I realized that it would’ve looked bad if I had been coming out of the woods completely naked.” You squeezed your eyes shut – the memory of what happened next causing nausea to come over you. “He…forced my legs spread,” you continued softly – beginning to stare out into the space in front of you. “Forced his mouth on me…I yelled at myself the whole time to fight him off, but I never could bring myself to do it…and then when he got to taking his own pants off…it was too late anyway.” Your voice had gone flat – the effect of numbing yourself from the pain. “He tore me…using my screams cries of pain as something to egg him on. I tried not to give him that, but…it was instinctual…maybe if I scream loud enough for long enough, he’d get scared and run off or someone would hear me…Each thrust he did was harder than the last. My pain was his pleasure. I can still feel it now…the feeling of him ripping me open and turning an act that I had always seen as an act of love into something of hate. I can still feel his touch…feel him emptying himself inside me.” You bit the inside of your cheek and took a deep breath before continuing on – the super solider silently listening to every word. “I can still feel him dripping out of me,” you revealed in almost a whisper – barely loud enough for Bucky to hear.

The room was quiet for a few seconds while Bucky gathered his thoughts – wanting to say the right thing in response to your confession. “Did you…report it?”

“No.” You scoffed.

“Why not?”

“Because,” you sighed, “when I was eight, I was touched by a neighbor of ours when he lured me into his house…a doctor that lived down the road…he had a large room with stuffed animals and things kids would like…when I told my parents about it, they beat me. So, why would I want to face that again?”

Bucky shook his head. “None of that was your fault.”

“I know that,” you retorted. “You heard of victim precipitation?” Bucky shook his head. “It’s a victimology theory that basically says the victim is somewhat responsible for what happens to them…not blaming the victim, but basically that the victim is a participant.” Bucky looked confused at the statement. “Basically, it’s like saying if you’re carrying around a large amount of money and showing it off, you’re more likely to be a victim of robbery…or in my case…if you follow someone into the woods, you’re putting yourself at risk of being a victim of an assault.”

Bucky nodded. “So like, if two people get into a fight and one dies, the victim participated in the events leading up to it.”

You nodded. “So, can’t really say it’s not my fault, can I?”

Bucky looked down. “Have you ever…talked to anyone about it? Done any sort of healing?”

“No,” you told him – lifting up your shirt and rolling up your sleeves to show him all of the scars on your body. The soldier furrowed his eyebrows with deep concern. “You’re the only one who knows,” you confessed quietly. His eyes scanned over all of the self-harm scars on your body…some being as recent as a week ago. “I thought that by scarring myself…making myself look unattractive or whatever that it’d help me feel better…keep someone else from wanting to touch me.”

He shook his head. “I’m not going to disrespect you by saying I understand…because I don’t,” he stated, “but…pain? I understand pain. I understand hating yourself. Now, I can sit here and tell you that you have no reason to hate yourself or that none of what happened was your fault, but I have no right to try to help you feel better by using clichés.” Bucky inhaled deeply before continuing. “But I will tell you that I am here if you ever need an ear.”

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You Are My Queen Now | Part 11

Word Count: 21k

Genre: Smut, angst, fluff

Summary: Growing up as a child of a minor lord, you had it instilled in you since a young age that you needed to find yourself a rich and affluent husband that would not only provide a comfortable life for you, but would also help further your family’s position in the court. So it was of the utmost importance that you remain a virgin in order to land such a coveted husband.

The problem lies when the man you secretly love, Prince Beomgyu, suddenly and unabashedly propositions you.

Warnings: highly inaccurate portrayal of a trial, mentions of candies that shouldn’t have existed back then, inaccurate portrayal of old dances, basically just think of this as occurring in a fantasy land lmao, hints at forced abortion, blowjobs, semi-public sex, riding/doggy/mating press, dry humping, orgasm denial, degradation, sub!gyu, dom!gyu, sub!oc, dom!oc, breeding kink, graphic-ish description of death, extremely unhealthy relationship dynamics, manipulative characters, mentions of and justifications of rape and blaming someone for their own rape, cheating, cumming in mouth, idk what else.

A/N: i recommend listening to the song gyu sings for oc at the end so here it is. Also as always this moodboard by my dear anon sets the mood for the story and helps you imagine it better.

Ryujin’s trial is a public and highly messy affair, held inside the city’s main temple in order to accommodate not only the nobility attending, but also a large number of common folk who flocked to see the spectacle that is the queen’s disgrace.

You know that Beomgyu orchestrated it this way so that he can deal maximum damage to Ryujin’s name and reputation by having the public directly witness her trial and the crimes she’s being accused of committing, but it’s also a huge risk to take on his part because it might inadvertently smear his own name in the public’s eye if she successfully defends herself.

Well, perhaps that’s not the appropriate expression. She will never be able to defend herself against the jury Beomgyu has picked out for her. They’re all his peers and loyal subjects. Their verdict is as good as decided already. But that doesn’t mean that she can’t sway the general public, no matter how unlikely it is, before she is to hang.

So why is he doing this? Why not go for a private trial?

You pull yourself out of your internal deliberation to watch Beomgyu herald the beginning of the trial from your seat, hidden away up on one of the balconies overlooking the scene below.

“My good people, we are gathered here today to unravel the schemes and betrayal that have been taking place in the palace behind your back. I know you've heard many rumors, some in my favor and some denouncing me, and they’re making you feel uneasy and unsafe. Vicious rumors that I killed my own family members, that I am a mad man, that we’re on the brink of war. I couldn’t reveal anything sooner as the picture wasn’t fully clear yet, even to me, but now the truth is finally out and I am ready to reveal it all to you. I now stand here before you, allowing you to witness the trial of my own wife so you can discern the truth from the wicked lies for yourself. I have nothing to hide and I place my trust fully in the hands of the judge, the high priest, my loyal citizens, and, above all, the gods, knowing that only the truth shall prevail."

You can see that the people present were already captivated by the charismatic and handsome young king. He has long been heralded for his kindness and generosity. Nothing bad was ever said about him amongst the people. On the contrary, unlike his private and reserved older brother, Beomgyu was always seen as the more approachable prince, the one with a heart of gold, and he was widely adored for it. Therefore it comes as no surprise that the common people were already on his side, quiet murmurs of approval and support already cutting through the silence that follows his grand opening.

Beomgyu then turns to the judge and bows to him. “Go on, good sir, please proceed.”

The judge reads out what Ryujin is being charged with to everyone in the courtroom–treason, adultery and murder. The case laid out against her is that she, along with her lover Lord Soobin, and with the help of her father and traitors from inside this very kingdom, conspired to kill the king and the crown prince in order to claim the throne for herself and the son she planned to have with Beomgyu before getting rid of him too by pinning his father’s and brother’s death on him, getting him executed and successfully ascending to the throne using his heir.

It’s almost exactly what she really did–except she had no role in the king’s and Yeonjun’s death– so it shouldn’t be too hard to pin the charges on her.

The crowd buzzes with excitement following the revelation, like a hornet’s nest alive with morbid curiosity, eager to devour the accused queen alive with their judgment as the scandalous trial unfolds. You suspect most of them don’t really care about the truth. They just want something juicy to latch onto and gossip about in order to entertain themselves and forget the misery of their own grim lives as they watch someone else’s misfortune play out. They don’t care about seeing Ryujin go down–she was never loved in the kingdom anyway, only seen as the foreigner wife to the kind king Beomgyu, and he made sure to keep it that way, probably so he can pull something like this off later if he needed to.

But Ryujin, of course, refuses to go down easily, and she contests her charges when she gets the chance to defend herself.

She takes the stand with her head held high, an aura of confidence about her that you personally admire, but suspect may work against her in the eyes of the unforgiving public who may only see it as arrogance that adds insult to injury from the treacherous and promiscuous wife of their beloved king.

"I didn’t kill the king or the crown prince. I never was unfaithful or treacherous towards my husband but he was. He is the one who did all the despicable things he’s accusing me of. He did it all and orchestrated this whole trial so he can get rid of me and be with her…”

The crowd breaks out in a heated discussion amongst themselves that only quiets down when the judge slams his hammer down to silence the ocean of murmurs, before he turns back to the queen.

“And who is she?” He asks the question that is on most people’s tongue.

Ryujin looks up into the balconies, and you cower in your seat even though you know she can’t possibly see you from down there. “The wife of lord Kang Taehyun."

The wife of lord Kang Taehyun, that's what you are, isn't it? You've promised yourself to him in front of gods and men and yet here you hide in Beomgyu's bed.

“Care to elaborate, my child.” The priest leans forward, appearing intrigued to hear what she has to say about the king’s alleged infidelity and familicide. But it’s all for show, you know he must already be in cohorts with Beomgyu.

Ryujin struggles to hold in her sneer but dares not speak personally against the man who holds the highest religious position in the kingdom, and therefore the public’s full support and respect, or the people will never listen to another word she says.

“He has been obsessed with her ever since they were children. He wanted to be with her but couldn’t because he was already betrothed to me and so he kept her locked up in the palace and kept any man from approaching her so that she would have no one but him and let him do whatever he wanted to her. And for years his plan worked, until lord Taehyun came along and took her from him. She fell for him and he helped her escape. That is why he killed his father and brother–because they wouldn’t help him get her back, and once they were gone, he started working on his plan to get rid of me and lord Taehyun so he could finally be with her. He poisoned me so I’d lose our child and he sent his own sister to lord Taehyun’s castle to threaten him to hand her over or he’ll wage war against him. That is how he got her back, but he was never planning on letting him or I live. He needs us gone so he can be with her.”

The loud exclamations that burst out from the crowd at Ryujin’s flagrant story sound purposeful this time, knowing, and you wonder why that is. You look to Wonyoung who is sitting right next to you for an explanation, and she leans in to whisper in your ear.

“Lord Taehyun has been going around telling people that Beomgyu stole you from him and is keeping you hostage at the palace because he’s obsessed with you and that’s why he killed father and brother.”

Oh.

So to everyone hearing this, it just seems like confirmation for what Taehyun has been saying. Though it's curious how she said that Taehyun claimed Beomgyu is keeping you hostage rather than you escaping. Is that to protect your reputation or to protect his?

Once again you wonder why Beomgyu is doing this. This isn’t looking good for him if both your husband and his wife are saying the same thing.

“But do not think that she is blameless. She encouraged his insanity from the start, reveled in it even. She wanted him too, but wasn’t content with just being his mistress. She wanted my place, wanted to be his wife, and I know she is here today to watch this farce of a trial so she can see me fall.”

Everyone starts looking for you, scouring the temple to try to find you, even if they didn’t even know what you looked like. And just as irrationally, you cower again, wanting nothing but to run away from all of this. You didn’t want this. It’s not true what she’s saying. Yes, you love Beomgyu with all your heart, but it was never your intention to hurt her or Taehyun.

Once again, the judge slams his hammer down, repeatedly this time, to get people to calm down.

“Enough!” He shouts loudly, finally getting people to keep quiet, before he turns to Beomgyu. "My king, do you have anything to say against these grave accusations?"

"These are nothing but vile lies that she and the traitor have cooked up. That lady she is so disgustingly slandering has been nothing but a close and loyal friend to my family, her only crime being that she's the one who unveiled their schemes." Beomgyu speaks to the crowd instead of the judge, addressing them with an even and strong aura, as if he couldn’t be more sure of a thing in his entire life, so confident that you almost believe him yourself. And the crowd in turn is hanging onto his every word with bated breath, as if following a particularly suspenseful play, and on his part, Beomgyu drums it up for them. “Yes, that’s right. The lady testified privately that she was forced to give secret details about the castle to her husband, lord Taehyun, and that he provided his own men to help Ryujin kill my father and brother, in exchange for marrying his younger brother to my precious little sister, Wonyoung. They wanted to get rid of us so they could rule the kingdom in our place.”

Beomgyu pauses in order for the crowd to digest his wild declarations. You don’t know who has a harder time receiving his claims–the crowd who are hearing these tales of betrayal and treason for the first time, or you who know they are highly embellished.

You feel a hand wrap around your own and you look to the side to see wonyoung giving you a warning look. You must’ve looked like you’re about to bolt from your seat and say something if her next words are any indication. "If you make a scene, if you say anything right now, you'll be putting his life in jeopardy."

So this is why he did it. He wanted to set not only Ryujin up, but also Taehyun, and he wanted to make you sit there and go along with it because he knew that if he gave you a head’s up, you could’ve thought about it enough and opposed him. But now you can’t even deny it without risking his life.

He is forcing you to go along with his loathsome plans, the fucking devil.

“Is it true that my sister went to his castle to take her friend back to the palace? Yes, but that was based on her request.”

Upon your request? You wanted to give your marriage a try! You were making progress with Taehyun before Beomgyu ruined everything! And now he’s standing in front of a crowd, brazenly claiming that it was your own idea and that Taehyun was the one who began this war?

You don’t know if you want to laugh or cry, but you can’t even do either. You have to bottle everything up so that you won’t give him away. He’s so fucking cruel to do this to you.

“She couldn’t just stand by and let that despicable man who calls himself her husband hurt us. She wanted to save us, and so she sent for us in secret, warning us of their dishonorable schemes and risking her life in the process in order to protect us. But we could have never let her take the fall for us, that is not how we repay loyalty in my family. We had to get her to safety, and so my dear sister so bravely volunteered to go right into the lion’s den and get her herself, and by the grace of the gods, they both returned to me safely. I don’t even want to imagine what he would’ve done to her had we not gotten her out of there in time, and I will not stand here and let this treacherous woman try to twist our friend’s courageous act into something so base and deplorable.” Beomgyu spits out, tugging on the heartstrings of those present with his false heroic tale about you.

“My good people, you know me and you know the man she is aligning herself with–a man who has long been suspected of murdering his own father. Only someone like him could think of such a diabolical story in which I kill my own family just to steal another man’s wife. Who would do that? I loved my father and brother so much. It would be cheap of me to stand here and try to sell you on my love for them and how much their deaths have devastated me and my dear sister and mother. Only the gods will know how I truly felt when I lost them.”

At this moment, he lets his voice waver strategically, making the crowd swoon over the strong but grieving young king so cruelly and falsely accused of the most heinous, outrageous crimes.

“Even our poor baby, she lies about–the child that never even saw the light of day, the one beautiful thing that came out of our loveless marriage. She accuses me of deliberately hurting it when it was the gods who saw fit to not have an innocent soul be born into such an ugly circumstance.”

“Don’t you dare stand there and try to deny it when you know you’re the one who killed our baby.” Ryujin growls at him.

And so, Beomgyu and Ryujin go back and forth, each giving their manipulated side of the story to try to sway the masses, but it's clear who the winner is.

Ryujin’s tale, although almost completely factual, sounds too fantastical to believe. The kind and handsome prince they all knew is secretly a psychopathic murderer who is so obsessed with a woman that he is willing to kill his own family and risk a civil war just so he could have her? It sounded too ridiculous to be true. It was far more likely that a foreign queen and a notoriously cruel lord conspired together to get rid of the royal family and rule in their place.

“I have heard enough.” The judge speaks up at length, silencing them both. “Do either of you have anyone who could corroborate your claims?”

“I do, good sir.”

Beomgyu brings out a few people to testify against his wife, most from his entourage, but a couple, surprisingly, from Ryujin’s own people. Beomgyu must’ve paid them a hefty price for their cooperation… or threatened them with severe punishment if they refused. Probably both.

They all gave condemning testimony, claiming to have either overhead or had direct conversations with the queen where she discussed her malicious plans.

Not a single person stood in her defense.

Still, none of it was shocking–Beomgyu’s money and influence can do the most egregious things–at least until you saw a certain someone take the stand.

“Identify yourself.” The judge orders the tall man.

“I am lord Soobin Choi, a member of Queen Ryujin’s guards…” He pauses for a second to look around the room nervously before he takes a shaky breath and continues, “And her secret lover and co-conspirator.”

It takes some time to quiet the room down after that.

Lord Soobin confirms all the accusations raised against the queen. He confesses to having had an affair with her and to scheming to murder the king and crown prince, and then blaming it on Beomgyu and getting him executed.

For the first time during the entirety of the trial, Ryujin seemed actually affected. She must’ve known Beomgyu would pin everything on her, known that he would rig the whole thing against her and call on false witnesses, but you suppose she hadn’t expected her own lover to testify against her. Soobin must’ve gotten a reduced sentence or even a pardon from Beomgyu for his role in this.

You recall Ryujin calling Soobin spineless, that he’s the type of man who would throw you away in order to preserve himself. She turned out to be right, didn’t she? So why did she look so hurt? She must’ve held more affection for him than even she thought she did after all.

Can you blame her? She had no one but him, and he’s sending her to the gallows to protect himself. You know what that’s like, trusting in the wrong man.

“There are no good men, darling. Only the lesser of two evils, and Beomgyu is that.”

That’s what she once said to you. At least Beomgyu is willing to put his life in danger in order to keep you safe, in order to give you what you want. Yes, he’s evil but he would burn this kingdom to the ground if it meant he could have you and protect you.

But will you let him? Will you allow him to kill the one man who gave you a chance at freedom when he didn’t have to just so you can get your happily ever after?

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“You set him up.” You scream at Beomgyu as soon as you’re finally back in your chambers and alone. You haven’t been able to talk to him all day as he’s been busy with the aftermath of the first day of Ryujin’s trial and you’ve been sitting, more or less, alone, stewing in your anger and bitterness, and not allowed to interact with anyone except Wonyoung so you wouldn’t say anything stupid. And even Wonyoung didn’t talk to you much. She just stayed vague and elusive, telling you to wait until you can talk to Beomgyu directly.

“I did what I had to do.” He says, pulling you back to the time he made that same excuse to justify taking you against your will. He is always saying that when he forces you to do something. He had to. Like he didn’t have any choice in it either, like you and him are in the same boat.

You scoff resentfully. “You were never planning on letting him stay alive.”

“Of course not,” He answers reflexively like he was waiting for the moment he could stop pretending, denial nowhere to be found as if you were stupid for believing it could go any other way. Yes, you were stupid. You came back thinking you could stop Taehyun from attacking Beomgyu. You pledged yourself to Beomgyu thinking you could stop him from setting Taehyun up.

Exactly, stupid.

“But neither did he. He’s been gathering his army from the moment you left. I warned him so many times to back down but he refused. He is the one who started this war. He’s been telling people that I kidnapped you, that I killed my father and brother to get you. He was never going to give up until one of us is dead.” Beomgyu gestures wildly, getting heated. “The question is, if one of us had to go down, which one would you rather it be?”

“Neither.” Your reply only irks Beomgyu more. “You can’t do that anymore! You have to make a choice. You can’t just stick your fingers in your ears and act like an oblivious child. It’s either me or him.”

“I don’t want either of you to get hurt.” You remain stubborn, elevating Beomgyu’s exasperation to new levels. “But one of us will. You realize that right? One of us isn’t going to come out of this alive.”

You tear up at the idea. You love them both and you don’t wish to see either of them get hurt. You’ve been doing everything available to you to prevent that from happening but they seem hellbent on killing each other.

“You have to choose, and don’t give me that fake sympathy shit. You want what I’m giving you. You want my love and my riches. That’s what you really came back for.” He accuses and you shake your head, crying. “You were fine letting me sacrifice her for you but now that it’s time for you to do the same, that’s it’s your bastard who has to go, now you’re upset, now you pretend that you care?”

"I do care!" You scream, “He doesn’t deserve this.”

Beomgyu doesn’t seem convinced by your answer. “Then why didn’t you speak up in court?” He asks and you freeze, which makes him laugh triumphantly, “Why didn’t you deny it, huh? You could’ve said something. You could’ve thrown out my whole case right then and there but you didn’t. Why didn’t–”

“To protect you!” You wail, hitting his chest, hot tears gushing down your face. “You knew I would never speak up against you, you bastard. That’s why you did it!”

Beomgyu allows himself to soften at that. “I wanted to protect you too. He doesn’t only want to kill me. He wants to kill you too.”

“You expect me to believe you after what you just did?”

“So don’t believe me.” He scoffs, pulling something out of his pocket and brandishing it in the air for you to see. “Believe him.”

He hands you what appears to be a letter and you shakily take it from his hand.

It’s from Taehyun. You know it is. Beomgyu must’ve gone back to his old ways and intercepted it. When did this even arrive? Are there more?

You open the letter with trembling fingers, reading its content with equally trembling eyes.

Are you having fun being his slut once again? I made something of you. I gave you the chance to be more than just his whore and yet you go falling back into his bed the first night you get back?

Fuck, you’re such an idiot.

You’ve been so preoccupied with your obsession with reclaiming Beomgyu’s love that you didn’t realize that Taehyun would have people in the palace monitoring what you’re doing and relaying it back to him. You didn’t think about how terribly he would take it, especially knowing him and his moral code. It’s the ultimate affront against him–lying with another man. That alone could make him go to war. You’re so fucking stupid.

Even worse, you guiltily realize that you haven’t thought about him much since Beomgyu started paying attention to you again. Beomgyu was occupying your every waking moment, barely leaving you alone, and even when you were asleep, he was right there with his arms around you every single night. He simply didn’t allow any space for you to think about anyone else, and you just let him–craved it even.

God, and to think Taehyun saw how weak you are for Beomgyu.

I was such a fool to believe in you. My brother tells me you've been fucking him long before his wedding night. If you've been selling him your body all this time, how can you not expect him to treat you like his property? Why did you even drag me into this if you were already his? Why did you lie to me and pretend that it was all forced and that you didn't intentionally sully yourself? Did you think that just because you didn't let him fuck you that that's somehow better, when you let him do everything else to you? No, you must’ve known it's the same, that's why you didn’t tell me.

His words lash at you, breaking away the dirty skin to expose you for the harlot you are.

You feel so depraved, vile, detestable. You whored yourself out to Beomgyu so you can get the material things you wanted, and yet you unrepentantly hoped you could still manage to land a good, reliable husband who could afford you those same things you coveted. How long would it have taken for Taehyun to find out the truth? Would he have discarded you after finding out you were all used up?

You’re really only fit to be a whore, only fit to belong to someone as fucked up as Beomgyu. You were just too stubborn to admit it earlier even though everyone else saw you for what you really are.

You talked a big game about wanting more, craving to be in charge of your life, and yet when I gave you that, you just ran back to him. Why?

Truth is, you didn’t realize what you were asking for when you did this. Taehyun had warned you. Beomgyu had warned you. They all did. They told you that these things aren’t what they seem, but you were too stubborn. Or perhaps you thought too highly of yourself. You sought to distance yourself from the rest of the ladies by convincing yourself that you’re different from them, stronger and more resilient, but the truth is you only did that because they didn’t accept you.

Was it to protect me? Or was it because you've been lying to yourself all this time? Was your love for me fake? My people tell me that you look happy now. They say you’re glowing again. Again… as if I dimmed your shine. Is that what you really wanted after all? Money? Luxury? An easy life?

He’s right, isn’t he? Despite your best intentions, in the end you brought him into this mess just to go back to Beomgyu. But you swear you didn’t know that all of this would happen. You really wanted a new life. You thought things could be different if you were away from Beomgyu, that the real version of yourself–the one you saw in your mind–was different from what everyone else saw you as, different from how Beomgyu saw you, and that if you were given space and freedom to grow, you could become that person. You didn’t know that Beomgyu would go this far. You didn’t know that you were a fraud.

But what good are your excuses now? You brought down Beomgyu’s wrath on him and now he’s stuck. He can’t back down and Beomgyu isn’t going to let him.

I’m so fucking angry with you. You’re my wife and the fact that you’re letting him use you again when you now rightfully belong to me makes my blood boil.

Or maybe I just can’t stand the fact that I bore myself to you. I showed you the most vulnerable parts of me that you promised you would embrace, but when you saw them, you turned away.

Am I that ugly to you, angel, that you would run back to him to get away from me?

No! You want to tell him. You loved him. You love him. You may have acted selfishly during your goodbye. You may continue to act selfishly now. You may be disgracefully enjoying the perks of Beomgyu’s doting ways and the leisure of palace life, but none of these are the reasons why you left. You left because you really, truly thought it would stop the war. You left to protect him.

And to protect Beomgyu.

I want to believe that you have a higher purpose in all of this, otherwise I could not bear to look at myself again. Otherwise I might have to hurt you.

I wish I never met you, but I’m too intertwined in you to let go now.

That sentence, more than anything else, is a stab in the gut for you. You cry freely at those words. It’s one thing to be hurt by someone, but to wish you never even met them? The person you promised yourself to in marriage? That requires a level of anguish and hatred that can’t be contained, so much so that you seek to distance yourself from them even in memories, even in reality itself.

You're my wife. You're mine before gods and men, and I will have you back. You can't just run away each time you feel like you can't deal with the consequences of your actions.

I'm gathering troops and supporters right now as you might've heard. Or maybe you didn't. He likes to keep you in the dark, doesn't he? Well, I'm coming for you, angel, and you better have a good explanation for what you've done.

The trembling in your hands spreads to your whole body at the clear threat. What will he do with you if he catches you? Who will get the worst fate, you or Beomgyu?

Well there you go, Kai. You didn’t mess up too badly after all. Taehyun still thinks you left for Beomgyu and yet he still won't back down. If anything, it seems to spur him to retaliate more.

This has turned into such a mess.

“Don’t worry, I won’t let him touch a hair on your head.” Beomgyu embraces you and kisses your head lovingly. You jump in his arms. For a moment, you’d forgotten that he was even there.

“Please.” You sob weakly, barely audible so that Beomgyu has to get close to you so he can hear you. “You have to stop this war, please.”

“I can’t. It's too late now.” He shakes his head, and vows, “But I can protect you and I will. This is for the best anyway. We can’t be together fully until they both die. I want to marry you, baby, just like you wanted. And I can't do that if either of them is alive.”

So this is why he’s doing it. He wants to get them both out of the way so you and him can get married.

It’s funny how a year ago you would’ve been over the moon that he’s trying so hard to find a way for you to be together, but now that your wish has come true, you’re filled with nothing but dread for the people who have to die in order for that to happen. The gods really do love their cruel games.

"I know you’re sad now but when you can finally be my queen, you'll get over it."

You feel nauseous. Is that what he thinks of you? That you’d gladly let Taehyun die just so you can be the queen? Is it? Is that what you are?

At your silence, Beomgyu scoffs in disbelief. "You’re still worried for him? After what I just showed you? He wants you dead!"

"Yes." You meet his question with stubbornness yet again. "We fucked him up enough already. We did this to him."

Beomgyu laughs cruelly. "No, princess, you fucked him up. You’re the one who brought him into this mess. And you’re the one who made the poor bastard actually believe you could love him too, from the looks of it."

"I do love him." You insist in a small voice and Beomgyu crowds you, furious that you would dare say that in front of his face. "You don’t. And you're not his either. He is right about one thing though. You should have never involved him in our business. Now look at the mess you made." He holds your face, not letting you look away from the truth. "Angel? He got you all wrong, baby. You’re no angel. That was my mistake once, and now it will be his death."

You try to shake your head. No, you’re not like that. You’re not a monster. You care about Taehyun. You do!

But Beomgyu holds your face in place, his fingers digging into your cheek painfully. “Stop denying it. I know you don’t really care about him.”

“I do." You growl. "I love him!"

Beomgyu attacks your lips with his own. It would be wrong to call it a kiss–a kiss isn’t this angry or possessive or vengeful. It’s so overwhelming that you can do nothing but let him take what he wants, grabbing your chin and opening your mouth up to push his tongue inside.

God, you hate him so much. He did this just to force you to choose. He revealed his betrayal in the trial just to force you to sit there and take it. He’s playing on your feelings and your love for him to manipulate you into giving him what he wants. He’s diabolical and he’s not going to stop until he accomplishes all his sordid plans.

You have to do something or you’ll really be just as terrible as he is. You have to stop him somehow, and you may just have one trick up your sleeve that you had prepared exactly for a moment like this.

“Good girl. Don’t think too hard. Just sit back and let me give you what you really want.” Beomgyu pushes you towards the bed and you know what he wants. Your menses has come and gone already. He wants to fuck you and, prior to today, that's all you wanted to do as well but now you just want to make him hurt.

You gather your strength and turn the both of you around, pushing him onto the bed instead. But Beomgyu doesn’t think anything of it, grinning up at you. “Oh, you want to take control? I have to admit, I missed it.” He babbles excitedly as you straddle him. "Going to fuck me, baby? Going to finally take what's yours?"

You slap him, shocking him into silence.

“Shut the fuck up, Beomgyu. I fucking hate you so much.” You wrap your hand around his neck tightly, making it hard for him to breathe but he doesn’t fight you off, he just lays still and grins up at you.

“I love you.” He utters gleefully, bucking his hips up against you, making you feel his erection.

“You’re fucking sick.” You spit at him.

“If I am sick then you must be too for wanting me.”

That’s just what Taehyun said. You’re not comfortable with how aware Beomgyu is of how much you love him and how far you’ll let him go. Maybe if he thought he could actually face any lasting consequences for his actions, he may rethink them. But what have you done to oppose him that he wasn’t able to eventually turn around? Time and time again you fall right into his arms in the end, and everything just goes his way as always.

Angry and feeling helpless, you slap him across the face again but, vexingly, he doesn’t lose a single inch of his grin.

“You’re making me so hard, baby.”

"You like getting beaten up?" You mutter in disgust as if his eager reactions aren’t making you soaking wet. You really are the perfect pair–sick and rotten to the core.

"I like anything you do to me."

There it was again, that blind and stupid devotion, that need that you crave. But it doesn’t mean that you can't dwell on it while still punishing him.

You remove your grip from around his neck and lean down to kiss the sensitive skin there instead. He cranes his head back to give you more space. "What do you want?" You purr to him between your kisses.

"Want you to--ahh–" Beomgyu starts but moans out when you bite his neck. "No biting, baby. If I appear in court with marks it's going to look really bad for us."

"Yeah? Afraid they're going to know that you really killed your family and set up your wife just for my pussy?"

"Yes, princess." He admits with not an ounce of guilt in his voice, and bucks harder against you.

You move onto his legs so you can free his cock, wrapping your hand around it and delighting in how he melts into your touch after months of him pulling away.

"Fuck yeah." He grunts excitedly, his pupils dilated as he focuses on your every movement.

This is the Beomgyu you know, horny and shameless. You have no idea how he managed to hold back for so long. He must’ve really resented the idea that you could be carrying Taehyun's baby to the point that he went against his nature and needs for three whole months even as you writhed and begged under his hands.

Well, you'll take full advantage of his unleashed eagerness.

You bend forward, letting a trial of your spit drool from your mouth down to his cock, and watch as his mouth hangs open in a silent gasp when it touches his dick. He can’t help but thrust up into your lubricated fist when you use the saliva to jerk him off, his thigh moving between your legs in the process and rubbing against your pussy.

“That feels good, puppy?” You moan, opening your legs wide so you can better grind on him.

“Y-yeah.. Been holding off for too long.” He laments, eyebrows furrowed as he focuses on your delicate hand fisting his big, hard cock.

“Was it hard, baby?” You drawl suggestively, rocking your pussy over his thigh as your hand pumps up and down his cock.

“So hard…” Fuck he looks so pathetic, it’s making you practically leak through your clothes and onto him.

He’s so dumb, he doesn’t even realize that something is off, too focused on his dick and the fact that you’re finally touching it. And to think that he’s the one who did this to himself when you’ve been throwing yourself at him for months.

“Poor puppy.” You pout, purposefully pulling your hand up to your mouth, directing his attention to it. He watches, slack jawed, as you slowly lick a wide stripe along the palm of it before putting it back on his cock and twisting it over the head.

"Tell me what do you want?" You prompt and he answers mindlessly, still staring at your wet lips. "Want you to suck me off."

"Oh, that's right. I never sucked you off, huh, puppy?” You coo sympathetically, lulling him into a false sense of security as if you weren’t baiting him for exactly this. “You know who I blew all the time though? Taehyun." You taunt him and his smug look finally falls. His eyes flash dangerously but you don’t back down. "You used to beg me to do it so much and I never did, but I was the one begging him to make me swallow his cock."

"Shut up." He warns darkly.

"I did it so many times, I can still taste his cock at the back of my th–"

Beomgyu jolts up and grabs you by the jaw. "Shut. Up."

"What are you going to do, Beomgyu? Rape me again?"

He immediately takes his hand off. "No. I would never–"

"Would never take me against my will? Because you've never done it before, right? Never betrayed me? Never lied to me? Never hurt me?" You scoff and push him back down.

"I deserve that. I hurt you and I deserve to be hurt." He whimpers, struggling to gather his words as you seat yourself over his cock. "But I don't want to hurt you anymore. I just want the world to let us be together. Don't you want that too?"

You ignore him, your jaw set as you start grinding your pussy over his cock, and continue to rile him up. "He tasted so good, you know?"

Tears build up in his eyes as he's forced to lie down and listen to what you’re saying.

"Your little princess let him use my mouth like a pussy, fucking my face until he came and made me swallow." You hum salaciously, teasingly humping his cock. And the most fucked up thing is that neither one of you is losing your arousal.

"I know you're lying." He challenges your claims, but his voice wavers and you can see the way his eyes glisten with unshed tears.

Yes, you're embellishing a lot just to hurt him more, but that doesn’t matter. He deserves it.

"This is why you're doing this, isn't it? You can't stand the fact that he touched what's yours and so you want to remove him from existence.” You confront him, “Well, you can kill him but you'll never erase what I let him do to me."

“Stop it, please.” He whines as if he’s the victim here, as if he’s helpless in all of this, as if he didn’t plan this whole thing meticulously. It pisses you off. "Why are you saying these awful things? What do you want?"

“I want to see him.”

His eyes storm over but he remains in place. "Never."

"Let me see him and I'll let you have me exactly the way you want."

He shakes his head firmly. "I'll let you see his severed head when I bring it home to you."

You slap him again, his face now red from the hits, and the first trail of tears breaks free from his lashes.

You grab his cock and use the head of it to rub your clit, making him let out little stuttered gasps. “You like this, don’t you, you little pervert? Like watching me use you to get off?”

Sliding his cock along your slit, you dip the head of it into your hole slightly every once in a while, making him lose his mind. His hips tremble but he doesn’t dare push up. “Please.”

“Take me to him and I’ll let you fuck me. I won’t say no to you again.”

His hands slide up your thighs to your hips. “That's what you said before.”

“You lied to me before. You hurt him again.”

“And I’ll hurt him again and again, what’s different this time?”

“This time I know that you’re a liar.” You sneer, “I just want to see him one more time. One more time and I’ll be completely yours.”

He pauses in contemplation, then says, “There is something you’re not telling me. Why do you really want to see him?”

You snort, trying to hide how sweaty and nervous you are right now. “Just like you always are? You don’t need to trust me, you just need to do it, and you’ll get everything you want. I’ll let you do anything to me.” You take the head of his cock inside your pussy, almost making him go cross-eyed, before taking it out.

“Will you let me put a baby in you?” He sucks in a sharp breath.

“Whatever you want.”

“Will you testify against him in front of everyone?”

You freeze.

He doesn’t need you to testify against Taehyun for Ryujin to be convicted. He just wants to make Taehyun look worse in front of the public, and most importantly, he wants Taehyun to turn on you completely so you can’t possibly ever go back to him.

It doesn't matter, with what you have in mind, you won’t be able to anyway. For once in your life you need to not be selfish.

“I will.” You grit out. “Just let me see him.”

You can still see the hesitation on his face but the prospect of what he has to gain if he follows along seems too great for him to refuse. “Fine.”

You don’t let him think about it long. “Good boy.” You praise. “I love you so much.”

The words flow from your mouth and seep into his body like a drug, making his muscles relax and his eyelids flutter down. “I love you too.”

“Don’t cum, okay?” You tell him, moving over his dick once again. You should at least get your relief. You deserve it.

"But I need it." He groans, his hands moving up your body to grab at your tits. You arch into his touch, reaching a hand behind you to grab his balls. "You do, don't you? You’re so full. You must be dying to empty yourself inside me."

He nods pathetically, playing with your tits as he buck up into you hard. "Please, please. Just put it in."

“No. You had many chances to fuck me, made me fucking beg you to do it and still you refused.” You growl at the whimpering man.

“You were being punished.”

“And now so are you. You know, I still can’t believe you actually pulled it off. Knowing you, I expected you to break just a week in. Who knew a sick pervert like you could actually hold himself back.” You demean him. “Tell me, were you getting your rocks off somewhere else?”

His eyes widen and he shakes his head harshly at your implication. “No!”

“Why not? It’s not like you never did it before.” You spit out in jealousy, referring to him sleeping with Ryujin.

His jaw tightens. “Did you expect me to just content myself with humping your pillows while you’re out there getting fucked by him?”

His tone was dark and husky, defensive and angry, but you disregard it completely, choosing to focus on what he unintentionally revealed. “Humping my pillows? Is that something you used to do?”

His cheeks bloom with a vivid red, only realizing what he’d said when you called him out on it.

You laugh cruelly. “Fuck, you really used to hump my pillows, didn’t you, you little pervert.”

“I couldn’t help it!” He groans, looking away. “You just made me so needy. I would get hard just by being near you, just by smelling your hair or feeling you touch my hand… you drove me wild with just an innocent look so I-I…”

“You what?” You press again, wanting to hear him say it, and he squeezes his eyes shut even if he wasn’t looking at you.

"I… I would sometimes take one of your dresses, lay it on a pillow and grind against it imagining I was fucking you until I came."

“Is that why my dresses used to go missing all the time, only to show up mysteriously later with weird stains on them?” You gasp and Beomgyu winces. "You used them to get off? That’s disgusting.”

"As if you didn’t play with your pussy thinking of me.” He shoots back defiantly and you slap him.

“Why am I even surprised anymore? You've always violated me and my trust. I thought you were just protecting me when in reality you were lusting after me like a dog. Of course you couldn't trust anyone when you knew there were men out there like you." You scoff, indignation and arousal fighting to take the reins, and you grab his hands and put them on your ass. “Come on then, grind against me like you loved to do so much, you disgusting horny mutt.”

He whimpers but obeys, eagerly humping you.

"Pathetic." You sneer, trying not to let your eyes roll to the back of your skull as his cock keeps rubbing against your clit.

He's so pretty like this, completely debasing himself just for you. He's not hiding even his most twisted desires from you and he eagerly seeks to hear yours. It's safe letting the ugly side of you out in front of him. He'll lap it up and beg for more.

God, you want him more than anything in this world. You want his love and his sickness. No one could make you feel as wanted as he does, and you covet that despite how destructive it is. This is why you must do something before he has you spiraling out of control.

"Open your mouth, tongue out." You demand and he does, looking entirely too obscene. If someone would walk in on you now, they’d be shocked to see the way the king is acting for you. He’ll do anything for you. You’re struck by how powerful it makes you feel, more powerful than you ever felt with Taehyun. It's enthralling, exhilarating, addictive.

You spit in his mouth. "Swallow."

He does without question, his eyes darkening even more and growing more hazy, and you sneer down at him cruelly. “You’re just a dumb dog, aren’t you?”

“I’m whatever you want me to be, princess.” He proclaims earnestly. “Please, I’m so close.”

"Don't you dare cum." You warn him. "You haven't earned it yet."

"I'm trying to. Please, I'm trying so hard." He cries, his movements growing desperate as his hips snap under you. You look down to see his dick gliding easy between your slick lips, the top part of it red and leaking.

You dig your fingers into his shoulder and arch your back as you look back up at him. You’re so fucking close. “Don’t fucking cum, Beomgyu.”

"Please, pl-ah-ease!" He whines deliriously, tears clinging to his pretty lashes once again.

"No." You snarl one last time before the pleasure explodes to your entire body, making you gasp as you tremble over him, your pussy drenching his cock that still tries to rut against you.

He whines as you peel his hands off you and pull away from his twitching cock.

"Please… please." He hiccups pathetically but you don't soften, grabbing his cock and stuffing it back in his pants, wet and still painfully hard.

“No, please fuck me.” He begs breathlessly.

You shake your head. “When you keep your promise. I'll let you fuck me to your heart's content once you give me what I want.”

He sobs but doesn't make any move to disobey you, only wrapping his arms around you and clinging to you when you lay down next to him.

“I love you.” He says helplessly, looking at you like you hold his life in your hand. "I'll do anything for you, you know that, right?"

"I know, darling."

I know you’ll do anything to have me. I know you’ll do anything except let me go.

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The meeting is set up at the mansion of Lord Seojun, a well-respected and trusted lord who currently isn’t partial to neither Beomgyu nor Taehyun. His estate is the perfect neutral zone to have this meeting.

The way there was tense. Beomgyu kept trying to coax the real reason you want to meet Taehyun out of you or trying to discourage you from going on with the meeting all-together, telling you it isn’t too late to get back to the safety of the castle.

It stressed you out. You were already nervous enough about facing your estranged husband following the harsh letter he sent you and the accusations swirling around. You didn’t need pressure from Beomgyu too–who, as you got closer and closer to the meeting place, inched closer and closer towards you in the carriage until he had you practically seated on his lap.

You let him do what he wants, there was no one else inside with you and it seemed to calm his fidgeting slightly. But when his hands started wandering and his mouth began laying kisses and bites on your neck, you had to get off him.

“No, Beomgyu.” You refuse him sternly. You appearing at the meeting place disheveled and covering in love bites will just make things ten times worse, whether from Taehyun who won’t take kindly to his wife showing up covered in the evidence of her lover, or lord Seojun who might just change his stance upon taking a look at you like that. “Calm down.”

“You didn’t tell him no when you let him fuck your mouth.” He bites at you and you know he’s been pissed about it ever since you’ve told him. “I want it too. I want you to go into that meeting with the taste of my cock on your tongue. Only then will I calm the fuck down.”

You scoff at him. Men and their fragile egos.

You weigh your options. It’s your reflexive reaction to deny him. This is neither the time nor the place for this. You should be focused on what you’re going to say to Taehyun and how you’re going to say it to him without Beomgyu listening in. But in order to do that, you have to make Beomgyu feel more at ease, like there is nothing for him to worry about. If you give him what he wants and make him feel less jealous, it would lessen the chance of him doing something stupid when he sees Taehyun.

Reluctantly, you get on your knees and he eagerly spreads his legs for you to sit between them. You pause when your hands are on his pants. “You’ll behave once we get there?”

“Yes.” He answers breathlessly but it doesn’t even look like he heard what you said, too focused on your hands that unfasten his pants and pull out his cock.

You open your mouth, your tongue prodding out to lick the head of his cock meekly. He’s bigger than Taehyun, and you don’t know how you’re going to take him in. Besides, the way he was sitting above you, emanating power, his face clearly showing how much he wants to eat you up, was intimidating.

But Beomgyu doesn’t appreciate your hesitance, and he grabs you by the hair. “Don’t tease.”

He is not going to be kind about this. He must’ve been stewing in rage ever since you provoked him about sucking Taehyun’s dick.

You stare up at him demurely as you open your mouth, allowing him to slip his length inside. You do your best to suck on him but the problem soon becomes clear once he pushes your head down and his dick hits the back of your throat, making you gag and pull away.

He looks at you in confusion. "I thought you said he trained your mouth."

You scowl at him. “He didn’t train me. Unlike you, he didn’t treat me like a whore.”

“No? His letter seemed to say otherwise.” Beomgyu cocks his head to the side, clearly goading you. “Besides, I want to make you a queen. You’re the one who wants to remain a whore.”

God, you want to slap him again, but you don’t. He’s just trying to get back at you because he’s jealous. You can shut him up another way more effectively and without sabotaging your mission. Leaning forward, you take his cock in your mouth again, taking in bit by bit and doing your best not to overwhelm yourself.

You try to wrap your hands around the parts you can’t take but Beomgyu grabs them and holds them in the air above your head. "No. Just your mouth."

You make a sound of annoyance but that only makes Beomgyu shiver in pleasure and buck his hips up, enjoying the way the vibrations felt on his cock. “Take more. Wanna see my cock stuffed all the way down your pretty throat.”

How the hell you’re going to do that you don’t know, but you’re eager to not just shut him up, but to also have him turn into the needy, pathetic version of himself you so adore, and so you take in more and more of his length, bopping your head down until you feel him again at the back of your throat. This time you’re prepared for it, however, and you manage to shove in more than the last time. You even start to think that you might actually succeed in taking him but then his hips abruptly buck up and you gag once more.

You pull away, coughing and trying to clear your throat.

“What is it, baby? Can’t take me?” Beomgyu asks with faux sympathy, keeping your wrists locked in one hand while using the other to stroke your hair. "Either you were lying about blowing him or he just wasn't big enough."

“Don’t be crude, Beomgyu.” You glare at him and he grins widely. “So I am bigger than him, huh?”

You try to get up but he uses his hold on you to keep you down. “No. Stay down.” He growls, pushing you back on your ass. He sighs and runs his thumb over your already inflamed lips. “I’ll teach you how to take my cock. It’s something I’ve always wanted to do anyway.”

“Was that another one of your perverted fantasies?” You snark, but it doesn’t work because Beomgyu isn’t the least bit ashamed about it, and he turns it on you. “Of course, princess, always knew you’d look prettiest with your lips wrapped around my cock.”

You try to fight off your blush but you can still feel the heat creeping up on your cheek. Beomgyu coos and taps your lips with his cock. “Come on, open up.”

You give him a small pout but relent, allowing him to push the first part of his dick inside. He’s much softer now that you’ve unintentionally stroked his ego.

“That’s good. You’re doing good.” He encourages you, pupils dilated at the salacious sight in front of him. “Why don’t you move your tongue a little bit, yeah? Swirl it around the head like it's one of those candies you like to suck on so much…yeah like that, you little tease.” He moans out, making you blush even more.

Is that another way you had unintentionally riled him up? Fuck, is that why he would always bring you those exotice sweets from faraway lands and handfeed them to you? That nasty pervert.

“Now take a little bit more. Open wide and push your tongue down so my cock can fit in your little mouth. Good princess.” He praises you, forcing more of his cock inside until it reaches your throat. “Now try to relax your throat, don’t fight it–no, don’t pull back. You can do it. It’s okay, princess.”

He doesn’t push you too much but he doesn’t let you pull back either, keeping one hand at the back of your head and letting his cock breach your throat before pulling it out and pushing in again, getting you used to the sensation.

“Fuck, you’re doing so good for me. You’re my perfect princess.” He grunts, wrapping the loose ends of your hair that is starting to unravel around his fist in order to better control your movements. “Now take in a little bit more–it’s okay, baby. You can do it.”

You start whining when the sensation becomes uncomfortable again and you feel yourself gagging around him, but he doesn’t let you go, keeping your head on his cock and forcing you to become acquainted with the uncomfortable feeling. "Stay. I was so good to you these past few months, eating you out and fingering you till you screamed. It's time you return the favor. Make your king feel good, my little brat."

Only when your hands come up to grab at his thighs does he finally let you go.

You sputter and cough, trying to clear your throat before you shoot him a glare. “You were choking me.”

“That’s just how you do it properly, princess.” He explains innocently, and you almost believe his good intentions if not for what he says next. “Besides, didn’t you say you’re used to choking on his cock. Or were you lying just to make me jealous?”

You don’t give him an answer and he scoffs. “Such a brat.”

He pulls your head back to his cock and pushes in more easily this time, quickly going back to where he was. “Breathe through your nose. Don’t try to fight it.” He instructs firmly, “Open your mouth wider, princess, and relax your throat.”

He presses your head down more, and your throat burns as it’s forced to take in his thick length.

“Good girl.” Beomgyu groans, voice starting to get tight. “You’re making me feel so good.”

He moves you up and down on his length and you do your best to breathe through your nose and fight back the gagging, but it seems like the less you gag, the more he pushes forward. He would make you take more of him until your throat is fluttering around his cock, then he’d pause with his cock buried there as you gag around him. “Baby, you don’t know how amazing this feels. It’s better than I even imagined it would be.”

You whine in embarrassment as the coughing and gagging has you unintentionally slobbering around him, making a mess that dribbles down your chin and onto his pants, but when he lets you off his dick and you go to wipe your chin off, he stops you. “Don’t. I like seeing you like this, love knowing I’m the one to ruin my perfect princess.” He purrs, pulling your head closer to his cock again all too soon, prompting you to keep going.

He bops your head up and down, moving you to his own pace, and you try to put every bit of advice he gave you to good use so you wouldn’t choke. Soon, even more spit and precum dribble out of your mouth, making an absolute mess of you and him, but Beomgyu just loves it.

"Look at me, princess." He whines and you blink the tears away to try to focus on him but it doesn’t matter. He just wants your eyes on him while he fucks your face.

"Going to cum. Keep it in your mouth." He orders, pulling his dick out until your lips are wrapped around the tip only, and he uses his hand to jerk himself off. His cock twitches and you feel his hot seed sputtering in your mouth, urging you to swallow but you obediently keep it there.

Once he's done, he pulls his cock the rest of the way out. "Stick your tongue out. Show me."

You do, and he watches in rapture as some of his seed drips from your tongue onto the carriage floor. He will never get tired of seeing his cum in or on you, will he?

When you see his spent cock twitch, you quickly pull your tongue back inside and swallow, not wanting him to get hard again, snapping Beomgyu out of his trance.

"Why did you do that?" He asks irritably, clearly upset at you for interrupting his view.

You roll your eyes, getting up. "I'm not going to get you off again."

You clean the both of you up as much as you can before putting your hair together in what you hope resembles a proper enough hairdo.

You keep him at bay the rest of the way there and before you finally exit the carriage, you turn to him, “For god’s sake Beomgyu, please behave in front of everyone.”

Beomgyu’s scowl tells you that he doesn’t exactly appreciate your demand, but before he can say anything, you’re getting out of the carriage.

______________________________

Every step you take towards the main hall, where you’re informed Taehyun and lord Seojun are already waiting for you, feels like walking towards your own doom, and maybe it is. Beomgyu’s words start playing between your ears, getting louder and louder with every step.

It’s not too late to turn back. Let’s just go home and forget all about this, hide beneath the covers and stay safe in each other’s arms. You don’t need to do whatever it is you think you need to do. I’ll–

Before you know it, you’re standing in front of the heavy, ornate doors.

Beomgyu says something to you, but you can’t really hear him because of the ringing in your ears. So you look at him, seeing the pleading expression on his face and how his hand is reaching out towards you.

You don’t need to do this.

But before you can reach out to take his hand, the doors open and you snap your head around to look inside, your frightened eyes somehow managing to find Taehyun’s own mismatched ones as if his one black eye was a magnet.

You stand rooted in place, breath caught in your lungs and heart skipping a few beats.

Taehyun’s expression doesn’t give away much, leaving you to imagine the worst. From his letter you know he’s feeling angry, betrayed, vengeful. He probably wants nothing but to have you shackled up and shipped back to his castle to answer for what you did to him.

“My king.” You hear someone call out. It’s probably lord Seojun, but you don’t dare tear your eyes away from Taehyun’s to confirm.

It’s only when you feel someone’s hand on your lower back, immediately shifting Taehyun’s gaze from yours down to the person who dared touch you, can you break the spell and finally look away from him, turning your attention to the same person who touched you.

“We can still leave.” Beomgyu whispers to you and you shake your head. “Why are you being stubborn? Look at you. You’re trembling, baby.”

He moves to take you in his arms but you quickly step away, throwing a nervous glance at Taehyun who seemed to be emanating a cold fury at what he’s witnessing. Yes, he was perfectly aware of what was happening back at the palace, but to have to stand here and see it for himself is probably too much to take, and you don’t want to enrage him any further. You want this meeting to go as quickly and with as little bloodshed as possible.

“Don’t, Beomgyu, please. Let me just get this over with.”

“Are you done?” Taehyun growls out, and you can feel the heat of his rage from all the way over here. “Or did you call this meeting just to make me watch this nauseating scene?”

“Believe me, I don’t want to see your ugly face as much as you don’t want to see me. I’m only doing this for her. I would have been perfectly fine only seeing you when they dragged your dead body before me after your defeat.” Beomgyu speaks arrogantly and Taehyun laughs. “You think you can beat me? You? The frail Choi son who couldn’t once best his older brother except when he cravenly slit his throat while he slept?”

Beomgyu’s haughty smile falls and his muscles lock up as he prepares to lunge at Taehyun but you quickly hold him back. “Stop it, Beomgyu! Both of you, stop it!”

Taehyun regards you callously, his one good eye just as cold as his false one. “You may boss that maniac around but you do not give me orders, woman.”

Woman? He’s speaking to you as if you were a stranger, as if you mean nothing to him. You suppose it’s better than what he probably would rather call you, what everyone else calls you.

“Don’t talk to her that way.” Beomgyu snarls but you hold onto him tightly.

“Beomgyu, stay. Let me talk to him alone.” You whisper to him but he shakes his head. “No.”

You lean closer to him so only he can hear you. “Come on, Beomgyu, we had a deal. Anything you want after, just let me talk to him.”

He throws a hateful look towards Taehyun, obviously not happy with what’s happening, before he looks back at you and pulls you into a sudden kiss. Your hands shoot up to his chest, trying to push him away but his own hands hold onto you, one grabbing the back of your head and the other squeezing your ass.

“My lord, this is not proper.” Lord Seojun’s reprimand makes you flush with humiliation, reminding you that you have more than one witness to Beomgyu’s mortifying display of ownership over you.

“I can still taste my cock on your tongue, princess.” Beomgyu says loudly enough for Taehyun to hear before finally letting you pull away, ignoring your incensed look in favor of smirking at Taehyun. You follow his gaze to find that Taehyun looks to be seconds away from exploding.

For Beomgyu, it was not enough to have you back, to have you promise to give yourself to him completely. No, he wants Taehyun to see how he has desecrated you. He wants him to know that your ruins belong completely to him.

“Fucking stay here.” You grit out at Beomgyu, your outrage giving you the strength you need to make your way towards Taehyun without trembling anymore.

“Is this what you left me for? Just to go back to being treated like a piece of meat?” Taehyun denounces in disgust once you’re standing in front of him.

“It’s not like that–”

“Is it not?” He snaps, cutting you off.

“No, it’s not. She’s going to be my queen.” Beomgyu interjects and you whirl your head back to yell at him. “Shut up, Beomgyu.” You hiss, throwing a pointed glance at Lord Seojun, goosebumps rising at the back of your neck as Taehyun laughs.

“Yeah, that is why you’ve set up your wife and are now trying to kill me, isn’t it?”

Beomgyu attempts to open his mouth again to argue but you send him a withering glare that finally shuts him up.

“This is not the time for your bickering. We’re here for a reason.”

“And what is that reason?” Taehyun asks you hatefully.

You grind your teeth and curl your hands into fists, trying to muster up more strength so you wouldn’t crumble in front of him. “I have something to tell you. Hear me out then you won’t have to see my face again.”

“It’s not about what you or I want. It’s about what should be done and that is that you should come back with me.”

You sigh. Typical Taehyun. “Just hear me out, okay?”

He bites his tongue and thankfully goes quiet, allowing you to lean close to him to whisper something in his ear.

“What are you doing?” You hear Beomgyu yell but luckily what you have to tell Taehyun doesn’t take long and soon enough you’re pulling away.

Taehyun has a shocked look on his face. He clearly wasn’t expecting what you just said.

“Do with that as you may.” You say defeatedly.

“Why are you telling me this?” He narrows his eyes, shock and disbelief still prominent in his expression and you shrug weakly.

“You’re right about what you said to me in your letter. I should have never involved you in any of this. He is my curse to bear and I was selfish for sharing him with the world.” You whisper to him quietly, simply. You can’t elaborate much further, not with Beomgyu and lord Seojun there.

Taehyun’s expression softens ever so slightly, and you know he’s about to say something stupid. “I didn’t–”

“Yes, you did.” You shut him down, laughing painfully. “So don’t you dare go soft on me now.”

But Taehyun can’t share your light-heartedness, no matter how fake it is. "You don’t have to go down with him. Come back with me."

“To what end? So you can imprison or kill me for my infidelity?” You ask tiredly. He’s not making any sense. You guess you can’t blame him. He’s properly still reeling from what you revealed to him.

Taehyun’s jaw clenches and he looks away, not giving you an answer. You didn't expect one anyway. He's just being emotional.

It’s a funny thing to use to describe the cold lord but it is what it is. He doesn’t know what he’s asking. It would do neither of you any good to go back with him, least of all him. His court would never respect him again if he takes back a woman they all know is being accused of sleeping with another man while married to him.

He won’t look at you the same. He barely even showed you any tendril of affection when you were together. You can’t imagine how distant and suspicious he’d be now, even if he miraculously decided to forgive you.

There is no going back for either of you.

You shake your head and look back at Beomgyu wistfully. He’s the only person in this world who will take you as you are, rotten and selfish and unworthy as you are. The only one who would look into your putrid soul and not flinch. “I am his, now and always.”

You move to back away but Taehyun reaches his hand out to grab your wrist, and suddenly chaos breaks out.

Beomgyu, seeing him grab you, launches at him. Taehyun prepares to take him, but before they could clash, you intervene, stepping in line of Beomgyu’s punch, making him lose his footing as he swerves to avoid you. You use the way he becomes unsteady on his feet to push him down to the floor face first, quickly straddling him and pulling his arm behind his back.

“Let me go.” He shouts, thrashing around, and you’re forced to twist his arm painfully to get him to stop. Out of the corner of your eye, you see Taehyun inching closer.

“Stay back!” You yell at him, and he freezes in place. You think you can almost see a hint of pride in his surprised expression, but you don’t look at him long enough to confirm, quickly turning your attention back to the still-struggling Beomgyu.

“Stop it, Beomgyu!” You plead with him. “Let’s just go home, please. I want to go home.”

“Fine, let me go then.” Beomgyu growls back but you don’t do it yet. “Are you going to attack him if I let you go?”

He goes quiet and you sigh, leaning down to whisper in his ear, “Don’t be stupid, baby. I’m all yours now. I promise. All yours.”

That seems to calm him down a bit so you continue. “I miss you, baby. Don’t you miss me too?”

“Yes.” He breathes out, starting to relax.

“Okay, I’m going to let you go now and we’re going to get out of here and go back home. I’m going to do what you want and we’re going to be together. Okay, baby?” You plead, and he nods, right cheek rubbing against the floor. “Okay.”

You finally let him go and he keeps his word, getting up and dusting off his clothes. “Come on.” He grabs your hand, throwing one last dirty glance at Taehyun before he drags you behind him towards the door.

“Wait!” Taehyun shouts and you look back to see lord Seojun holding him back and shaking his head. “Let them go, son.”

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When you get back to the palace, you’re surprised to see that Beomgyu takes you to the throne room instead of back to your chambers.

He orders the guards to not let anyone in and only lets go of you once you’re at the foot of the stairs leading up to the throne itself. You stand back and watch as he goes up to take his seat there.

You know what he wants even without the hungry look on his face. "Come closer."

You obey. He has given you what you wanted, now it’s time to give him what he wants, what you both want. You’ve done your part. All you can do now is sit back and hope for the best. You can never go back anyway. It’s time to give in, to stop fighting.

"Get on your knees." He rasps once you’re standing in front of him. You kneel down and watch as he undoes his pants and takes out his cock that has been hard the whole ride back home, placing it against your cheek. “This is where a whore belongs, love.”

He bites down on his lip as he smears precum over your face and you stay still, letting him get his anger out. When he’s satisfied with having messed you up, he presses the head of his dick against your lips. "Open up."

You take him in without a fight but he still grabs the back of your head and pushes it down his cock roughly. He wasn’t going to be gentle this time. He’s angry and you’ve stretched his patience thin. You’re honestly surprised he hasn’t gone completely off the rails yet.

You try to heed everything he’s taught you last time–open your mouth wide, stick your tongue out to give his cock more space and to stimulate the sensitive underside, breathe through your nose, don’t fight it…

You do your best but there is no helping the way your throat contracts around his length or the hot tears that sting your eyes as he fucks your face ruthlessly. You really try your best, but soon you can’t breathe and you start getting light headed.

You raise your hands to his thighs and peer up at him in a silent plea to let you breathe.

“Take it, you little slut.” He grunts, and you whine around his length and dig your nails into his thighs. “God, it drives me crazy when you whine. Makes me want to put my dumb brat in her place.”

You whine even more–whether to please him or as an involuntary reaction to practically choking on his cock, you don’t know. But despite your dimming vision and your lungs screaming at you, there is not a tinge of fear inside you. You know Beomgyu will not let you pass out.

And you’re right because a moment later, he pulls you off his length and gives you a moment to heave in some breaths.

“My pretty slut.” He coos, tugging on your hair so you’re looking up at him, and brushes his thumb over your swollen lips. “Did you let him see you like this?”

You shake your head as much as you can while he still holds you by the head.

“No?” He cocks his head to the side. “He wasn’t so mean?”

You shake your head again.

“Then he’s a fool. My little princess needs some disciplining every once in a while, doesn’t she?” He asks mockingly, and when you don’t respond, he moves your head forcefully as if you were nodding.

He lets go of your face and guides his cock to your mouth again. “Come on, show me how much you regret being a slut and letting another man fuck your whore mouth.”

He was being so mean and unfair. It’s not like you went out and fucked random men. Taehyun is your husband. But that didn’t matter to Beomgyu. In his mind, you are his, and you being with any other man is a clear betrayal on your part.

You suppose you’re no different though.

It still isn’t any easier to take his cock–your throat still burns as it’s forced open by his rough thrusts, you still gag and drool around him, air still hardly reaches your lungs. And in a way, Beomgyu enjoys that immensely. He’s letting out all kinds of moans, gasps, curses, and sharp praise as he bucks his hips into your pliant mouth.

You can hardly believe it when your nose hits his belly. But it’s too much. You really can’t breathe now. But he keeps your head down, his cock firmly stuffed down your throat.

He wraps his hand around your neck, feeling his cock inside, and murmurs to you. "Look at me."

You do, eyes watery and face a mess of tears and saliva. You’re not the one being touched but you swear you could cum just from the look on his face. You’re on your knees, with tears and drool dripping from your face, but somehow you don’t feel weak or powerless, not when he looks this fucked out above you–lids fluttering over his bleary eyes and mouth open in heavy pants as if he’s the one who can’t breathe. He looks entirely gone and you love it.

“Fuck, I’m going to cum.” He quickly pulls you off and wraps a hand around the base of his cock tightly, squeezing his eyes shut and trying to staunch off his orgasm.

You both take some time to catch your breath. You stay quiet, wiping your face with your sleeve as you watch him calm down a bit. You think he can’t look at you because if he does, he might just cum on the spot. You smile thinking about it. You’ll have to mess with him later.

When he finally opens his eyes, he beckons for you to stand up. He turns you around then places you on his lap with your legs folded on either side of him.

“Now this is where a queen belongs.” He murmurs, still a little breathless as he kisses your neck and his large hands come up to palm your breasts through your clothes. “You wanted a rich and powerful man, right? Well, who is more rich or powerful than I am?”

With you facing the door like this, you’re suddenly aware that someone could walk in at any moment–even though you know they wouldn’t dare–and you express your concern to Beomgyu.

"I don't care. Let them see who I really belong to." He says caressly. Once again, he makes you feel powerful despite the compromising position. “I fucking despise that you let him defile you like that when you know you’re mine.”

He rips your bodice down to expose your breasts, his fingers pulling on your nipples, and you yelp, arching your back into his chest as a fresh wave of arousal drenches your already uncomfortably wet pussy.

"You're so sensitive here, princess." He groans, his slender fingers flicking your nipples teasingly, making you grind down on his thighs to try to chase more pleasure. "That's it, baby, grind your pussy on me, make a mess for me."

"Beomgyu, please." You beg, not for anything in particular, just for him to give you more than he's giving you.

But Beomgyu is not done being angry. "Tell me, baby. Did he play with your tits like this?" He grunts, suddenly groping your breasts roughly.

"No.” You shake your head vigorously, “Only you, puppy.”

“Good girl.” He hums, kissing your neck, his touch growing gentler, still needy and possessive, but not as rough. “God, I want to mark up your pretty skin all red and blue so everyone will know that you belong to me and not that bastard.”

You feel his teeth graze against your skin, making you shiver. You wish he would so you wouldn’t have to stand in court and testify against Taehyun, but Beomgyu is too petty to let that happen, and he contents himself with pressing his plump lips against your skin in feather-light kisses.

“But it’s okay, they will all know soon enough.”

You find yourself shivering again at the ominous vow, but your focus is quickly drawn elsewhere when one of Beomgyu’s hands leaves your breast and moves down to grab at your thigh close to where you need him the most.

His hand stays there for a while, kneading the flesh there while his other hand plays with your breasts, until you can’t help but start whining, your arousal leaving a large wet spot on his pants. “Beomgyu, please, do something.”

"Do what, baby?” He teases, fingers ghosting over your slick lips. “Want me to touch your pussy?"

"Yes!" You heave, pushing your pussy into his hand. You hear him chuckle as he allows you, running his fingers between your lips a few times.

"Did me fucking your face get you this wet?" Beomgyu spreads your lips apart, letting your arousal drip down lewdly as your poor pussy clenches around nothing.

“Please fuck me, Beomgyu, I can’t take anymore.” You almost weep, the burning desire smoldering in your belly too much to take. You nearly double over when he suddenly presses two fingers inside you and spreads them apart.

“Fuck.” He grunts, his own hips bucking up in need. "Don't even need to prepare you for my cock."

"No, puppy, just take me. I want it." You plead, letting him push your body forward so he can prod his cock at your entrance.

"Ready, baby? Ready to be my queen?" His hand grabs fistfuls of your ass as he waits for your response, the other holding onto your tattered dress so you wouldn’t fall off.

Is this how all queens are treated? Their clothes ripped apart as they get fucked on the throne?

You don't really care. Everything Beomgyu has ever given you was wrong but it felt good anyways. "Yes, my king."

He pulls you back to sit on his cock, knocking the breath right out of your lungs. You've fucked Taehyun multiple times but Beomgyu still stretches you out, almost painfully.

"God, you're as tight as ever. I guess I could rest easy knowing he never gave it to you right.” Beomgyu boasts, moving you up and down his cock slowly. “My baby likes a big cock to fuck her dumb."

Not to prove his point, but you can’t really say anything right now. You’re doing your best not to split apart on his cock. God, how did you even take him last time? It is too much, too much, but you love it anyway. He’s right. You want him to fuck you stupid. You don’t want to think anymore. You just want him to take you and take care of you.

Beomgyu has one hand bunched up in your clothes to keep you moving over his cock and the other snaked around your waist and playing with your pussy, his fingers relentless as they rub circles over your clit in order to get you to loosen up and take him more easily.

“You’re being such a good girl for me, trying so hard to take me in that tight little pussy of yours, huh?” Beomgyu praises you fondly, and you nod dumbly. He is stretching you so much you feel like you're going to explode. "Gonna make you my queen, baby. Gonna give you everything you ever wished for." You feel a weight being placed on top of your head and through the haze of arousal and pain, you vaguely register it being his crown. "You want it?"

"Yes." You sob, feeling like your body has turned to molten need that only he could manipulate and put back into shape. "I'll take everything you give me."

He ruined you so completely, rotted you up from the inside, made you his long before you even realized it. What power do you have to resist him?

"God you always know just what to say to drive me crazy." He growls, removing his hand from between your legs and using both of them to grab your hips as he simultaneously moves you over him and fucks you from underneath.

You feel like a dumb doll, the way he’s bouncing you up and down on his cock so hard that the throne room around you looks out of focus as it fills up with the sound of slapping skin. You think you’re drooling on yourself and your moans sound incoherent to your own ears but you don’t care. You feel so incredibly lewd and entirely his. Only he could do this to you because you're his to do with whatever he wants.

"Gonna cum." He grunts, and grabs you by the hair, pushing you off the seat. The crown clangs to the floor as he pushes you on your hands and knees, pressing your head and torso down to the floor with your ass in the air as he drapes his body over yours and slides into you again. "Mine. Always been mine. Want to cum inside you. Want to breed you like a good queen." He grunts as he ruts into you wildly. "Do you want my baby?"

"Yes. Do whatever you want with me, my king. I’m yours." You slur out. It comes so easy to you to accept him. It feels good to be utterly claimed by someone. Wonyoung was right. You don’t have to fight anymore. You don't have to beg for love. He will take care of you. He will love you. You just have to let him.

"Fuck, I love you so much." He moans out, cumming inside you and filling you up with his warm seed.

Perhaps you should be more cautious about that. Perhaps it’s not the best idea to risk a pregnancy right now when all eyes are on you. But at this particular moment in time, with him caging you under him and filling you up to the brim, you can think of nothing but him and what he wants and the life you had dreamt up together. And even if your mind wants to protest, your body relinquishes everything to him, your pussy cumming around his cock and milking every last drop of cum he has to give you.

You’re so boneless and fucked out by now, that you’re glad when he flips you onto your back and lays you down. You don’t even have the energy to consider feeling ashamed when he leans back to watch his cum seep out of your pussy.

“God, you make me so crazy.” He murmurs, and uses his cock to collect his seed and push it back in.

You wince as his cock breaches your sore pussy once again. "How are you still hard?"

"I told you I can keep you fucked and happy." He starts to move his hips again, bending down to kiss you when you whine from the abuse on your poor pussy. “Just one more, baby. You can do that for me, can’t you?”

You nod despite your continued whines.

“Thank you, baby. God, I don’t think I will ever get enough of you.” Beomgyu keeps your legs in the air as he plows into you sloppily, the slick sounds of his cock moving inside you and dragging out his own cum too loud to ignore.

You feel absolutely debauched, lying there on your back at the foot of the throne, getting fucked like an animal by the king. You feel equal parts like the whore everyone says you are and also like the most powerful woman in the world, like nothing could ever stop you with him by your side. He would do anything for you. He can’t get enough of you. He said it himself, and maybe you don’t want him to.

“Do you feel good, my king?” You drawl, spurring him on. “Does my pussy feel good?”

“It’s perfect. You’re perfect.” He answers, noting the change in your right away and eagerly feeding into it.

Beomgyu gets so heated sometimes but he can be so easy to control too. He’s like a wild wolf. As long as you feed him attention and love, he will act docile and let you pet him, but if you cross him, he will tear you to shreds.

“Is this what you always wanted? Fucking me in the open like this, staking your claim on me?” Your words make him weak and his growls turn to whines.

“Yes. Mine.” He moans, his rabid thrusts growing erratic as his jaw slacks, and even though his eyes were hazy, they bore right into yours.

“Poor, baby, you’ve waited so long.” You brush his wet hair back and he looks at you with big puppy eyes.

“Yes. So long.” He whimpers, hips stuttering as you purposefully clench around him. “Can I cum?”

“So fast?” You tease and he blushes. “Please. I’ll make it up to you. Just want to fill you up with my cum again.”

“Okay, puppy, cum for me. Make me yours.”

“Fuck, fuck, you’re perfect. My perfect queen.” Beomgyu cries, eyes rolling up in his skull as he shudders over you and pumps his seed inside you.

By the time he goes still, you’re filled to the brim with him and his cum, and yet he doesn’t pull out yet.

"I don’t want to ever be apart from you, want to stay inside you forever.” He mumbles, kissing your lips again and again.

“Me too, baby.” You sigh tiredly, letting him kiss you until you’re both drunk on each other. This is what you’ve always wanted. If only it didn’t come at such a hefty prince. Nonetheless, you push that to the back of your mind, choosing to lose yourself in the bliss of the moment.

You’re still firmly in that lovely daze when Beomgyu pulls out of you and helps you up, carrying you in his arms before he places you on the throne. He then grabs his fallen crown and places it upon your head once again.

“Beomgyu, what are you doing?” You gasp, sobering up a bit at that.

He kneels in front of you. "This is what I have to offer you. Myself and the whole kingdom.” He proclaims, looking up at you like you’re his own personal deity. “All of it can be yours but some sacrifices have to be made. Whatever you think he can give you, I can give you a million times more. Both me and my riches are at your feet. Isn’t that what you’ve always wanted?"

Not exactly. Yes, you had unrealistic ambitions but even in your wildest dreams, you had never dared to wish for this much. You thought you could either have Beomgyu but become his whore or you could have respect and money but give up on your love. You never imagined that one day he’d be the king and he would lay down himself and his kingdom at your feet.

If ever there existed a woman who possessed the power to reject such an offer then you haven’t met her.

“Yes.”

He smiles, and bends down to press a kiss against your pussy.

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You feel faint and your knees buckle under the skirt of your dress. You do your best to hold yourself together so the horde of people gathered in front of the platform you’re standing on can’t see how shaken up you are.

You step forward to give your testimony hesitantly. It's time to keep your end of the deal and testify against Ryujin and Taehyun.

By doing this, you appear to condemn them in the eyes of both the people and the court, but in reality, you're only condemning yourself. Because when the truth comes out, everyone will know you had given false testimony.

“I was tricked by lord Taehyun.” You start your rehearsed story quietly, shakily, and some people shout at you to speak up. So you clear your throat and repeat your words, louder this time, but still shaky. “I was tricked by lord Taehyun. You see, I-I never had many suitors in my life, certainly not as many as the other, more noble ladies in waiting. It was a great source of embarrassment and pain for me, and he took advantage of that. He got close to me and deceived me into thinking he fancied me, that someone actually wanted to be with me at last.”

You wince as you relay the fabricated tale, putting Taehyun into the role of the villain that rightfully belonged to Beomgyu. "The royal family were hesitant when I told them that he had asked for my hand in marriage and they warned me about him but I didn't listen. I was stubborn and I thought I knew better than them. I finally had the chance to get wed to an esteemed lord hailing from an ancient family just like all the other ladies and I wasn’t going to let that opportunity slip from my fingers." You continue shamefully, helped by the half-truth of your statement. People were listening to you with rapt attention now.

"It was only after we got married that I noticed that he would ask me weird questions all the time about the palace and my life there. At first, I brushed it off as my new husband wanting to know more about me, but the questions got more and more specific until I couldn’t ignore the sinister truth behind them anymore. I started refusing to answer and that's when he got angry… " You choke up, letting out a few tears, not because you're a good actress, but because it hurts you to say these things about Taehyun, knowing what he told you about his own mother and father.

But it was for his benefit in the end, even if it doesn't seem like it now. "He threatened to kill me like he killed his father."

A singular gasp emits from the crowd as if they all inhaled together at the same time.

“He forced me to give him the layout of the palace–the hallways, the rooms, where the entrances and exits are, and even when the guards would change shifts. He used the information I gave him along with what he had learned from queen Ryujin in order to carry out his nefarious plans.”

You pause, catching your breath and trying to not pass out from the horror of what you’re doing. “You cannot imagine my despair when I found out that they used the information they’d extracted out of me to kill the king and prince Yeonjun. I was disgusted with myself. How could I have hurt those who have taken me in and treated me as one of their own. Even though I didn’t give out that information willingly, I still felt responsible for what happened. I wanted to die too, but I needed to warn the rest of the family about what’s happening. I couldn’t continue being a coward anymore and risk their lives too.”

“So I found a way to contact them by sending them a secret message and warning them about the plot against them. I also begged them for the forgiveness I didn’t deserve, hoping they would believe that I had no choice in the matter. I didn’t think they would ever forgive me and I fully prepared myself to die by my husband’s hands as a traitor… but they did. They believe me. They forgave me. And they didn’t give up on me.” You look at the royal family then, the pain in your eyes misconstrued by all present except them. “They kept pushing and pushing until they got me back, and so here I am, once again trying to make up for the harm I have caused them."

Your dejected voice and shattered glances may have seemed suspicious in any other circumstance but to the onlookers who were so hooked onto the tale of the tragic but brave royal family, they only saw a traumatized damsel in distress that was recalling her harrowing experience of betrayal and redemption at the hands of their beloved monarchs. It all just lent more credence to your made up story.

Next, it’s Wonyoung’s turn to speak, and her testimony is the final nail in Ryujin’s coffin. She reiterates everything that her brother, Soobin, and you have been saying, and she even speaks up in “your” defense.

“The lady who was standing in front of you just now has been a friend to our family for more than a decade. We lived together, we played together, we grew up together. At this point, I consider her part of my family.” Wonyoung attests and the crowd moves in awe of the charitable princess who is so kind to someone such as you. “So to stand here and watch her be forced to deny such despicable rumors about her and my brother is so disheartening. That murderous, vile lord has no shame. Is it not enough what he did to her? Now he wants to use her to take down my brother? But it’s okay, we know how to protect our own.”

Wonyoung looks up to where you’re sitting, hidden from sight. “We will do everything in our power to help you, sweetling.” She speaks to you but it’s loud enough for everyone to hear, before she turns to the priest and addresses him. "I beg you, my lord, to free my friend and dear sister from that prison of a marriage. I know that neither you nor the good people of this kingdom will stand to keep her bound to such a ruthless man.”

The crowd roars in agreement, completely falling for the intricate lie the royals have weaved, and the priest raises his hand, silencing the crowd. "I will look into it, my child." He answers Wonyoung kindly, "Never despair, for the gods are always looking down on us and they will not allow evil to prevail for long."

His words incite a shiver down your spine. You hope it’s not true, you hope the gods aren’t really looking down on you because if they are, then surely you'll end up in the deepest hell for all your sins.

Once Wonyoung gets off the platform, the judge, priest and jury head to a private chamber to convene, the trial coming to an end and now it’s time for the verdict.

You don't know why your heart is racing and your chest is tightening. You already know what they’ll come back with. Wonyoung holds your hand as you wait, as if you're the one who needs comforting. You can almost see Beomgyu's struggle not to glance at you, having to keep up appearances in front of the public.

But the verdict comes as sure as death–guilty on all counts, and the sentence is death by decapitation.

The crowd cheers, victorious and satisfied with the juicy, turbulent story as Ryujin is quite literally dragged away, her feet not seeming to be able to carry her anymore.

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The news of Ryujin’s conviction and the royal family seeking an annulment for your marriage reaches Taehyun and his supporters soon enough. They, of course, decry it, using it as proof that Beomgyu is just doing this to free you up for himself. But regardless of their protests, the annulment is still approved and Ryujin is still getting executed.

You’re a single woman when you go to witness the execution of the woman who is married to the love of your life. Beomgyu tries to get you to sit it out, telling you that you don’t need to subject yourself to something so horrific, as if you weren’t the cause of that horror yourself. No. You owe it to her, despite what you may feel about her. That’s what Taehyun taught you.

Soon you might be here to witness your own former husband’s execution. Or maybe it will be yours and Beomgyu’s if your parting gift to Taehyun proves to be too successful. It’s not your intent. You merely wished to give him an edge against Beomgyu’s oppressive forces and lies, but you don’t know how potent of a tool it might be, or if it will even help him at all.

Your musings are cut short when you see Beomgyu raise his hand up, signaling for the executioner to prepare himself as the priest finishes his prayer and asks Ryujin for any last words before she meets her creators.

"I am not afraid to meet the gods.” She mutters hatefully, “But I know you all will be."

The priest looks flustered at her proclamation but Beomgyu doesn’t even react to her words. He merely lets his hand drop, and with it swings the sword.

Ryujin’s death is quick and humane, performed by an expert swordsman–blink and you would’ve missed it. Funny how, in a way, Beomgyu had more mercy for his wife that tried to kill him than Taehyun had for his brother and friend.

You could have never expected the cheers that followed the sight of her head separating from her body, and you find them to be more morbid than the screams and heaving you’d witnessed at Jaeyun’s execution. It was disgusting. No one deserves to have their death elicit such sick glee.

Just a couple of years ago, Ryujin arrived at the city with a grand parade and exuberant celebration, and now she’s being sent off to the underworld with flippant hate and gruesome cheer. How frighteningly easy it is to have people turn on you. Is this what’s going to happen to you when Taehyun uses your gift?

A cold shiver wracks your body as you imagine yourself in her shoes–your head rolling on the floor as the crowd itches to grab a hold of it and do with it god knows what.

Just like the rich prey on the poor, enslaving them and hoarding all the money from them, so do the poor turn on the rich at the drop of a hat, sinking their teeth into them and ripping them to shreds the moment they fall.

The royal family lets the cheers and shouts of approval last for a while, letting the people have their macabre fun, before Beomgyu raises one delicate hand to shush them, and as if under a spell, the crowd goes quiet.

“My good people, I thank you for the unconditional support and understanding you’ve shown me and my family against such unspeakable treason. If I stand here and speak for another hundred years, I would still not be able to fully express my gratitude for each and every one of you. If we come to win this war against the traitors, know that it will have been because of you and only you.“ Beomgyu speaks, appealing to the ego and patriotism of the crowd, wanting them to feel personally attached and invested in this cause, wanting them to feel like they were an integral part of unraveling a secret scheme to take down the kingdom and that their continued loyalty to the crown will save it.

“But I am afraid it doesn’t end here. My wife isn’t the only traitor that should be brought to justice. Lord Taehyun must be made to answer for his crimes too. Not only that, but he wants to invite foreigners, strangers, to rule your lands! Are you just going to stand by and let them take what belongs to us?” Beomgyu shouts, riling the crowd up. “Tell me, who do you trust? A king who walks among you or a warlord who seeks to bring outsiders to rule you?”

The answer is obvious, and it is shouted loudly by everyone present.

“You.” They say, “Our king.”

And with that, Beomgyu officially declares war on Taehyun and his supporters.

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Once again, Beomgyu is swept up with preparations and meetings following his announcement of war against Taehyun, and you’re left alone to contend with everything that has happened and will happen.

It's all your fault. You should never have left. And it all started here, in this room–the ballroom–where you had to watch the love of your life dancing with the woman he was promised to and you couldn't handle it. You had to make your escape in the hopes that you would run away from having to watch him be with someone else when you loved him so painfully, in the hopes that you too could have a partner to share a lawful and honorable union with.

And now that woman you so envied is dead, and that marriage you sacrificed so much for is dissolved, and you're on the brink of war.

“What are you doing here, princess?” Beomgyu's gentle voice takes you out of your thoughts.

You look at him to see that he's the only one standing in the ballroom where the guards who were constantly around you once stood.

"Remember Ryujin's welcoming party?" You ask, catching him off guard.

"Why are you bringing this up now, baby?" He admonishes but you pay him no mind.

"When I saw you dancing with her, looking every bit like the perfect royal couple… I was filled with such hate, such ugly jealousy, I wanted to grab one of those ridiculous decorative glass pieces your mother put everywhere at the party and smash it over her head." You confess, still vividly seeing the scene as if it was taking place right in front of your eyes. "I hated her so much, I wished she would die."

"She's gone now, baby." Beomgyu reassures you, an inappropriate smile on his face.

Yes, she is. Oh how foolish was your wish? How naive? Once again the gods take pleasure in perversing your wishes and turning them against you.

You breathe out a short laugh. “It wasn’t just her. Whenever there was a ball at the palace, I always envied the women you’d dance with. I always wished that it would be me instead of them, but I never was.” You tell him wistfully, and he wraps his arms around you and pulls you towards him. “Believe me, princess, there was nothing I wanted more.”

You tilt your head to the side. “Can we dance now?”

“Of course, anything for you.” He answers, and you know he’s not just talking about this. This is a man who has killed for you. Under the cover of the night, you allow yourself to feel flattered by it. “Let me get the musicians.”

That's right. The palace has live-in musicians. The royals love their music and like all people of their stature, everything must be made available to them at their whim. It's one of the many things you envied them for, but at this moment, you just wanted to be alone with him.

“No.” You shake your head. “Just us.”

He smiles. “Then you’re going to have to suffer through my voice.”

“I love your voice.” You sigh, because of course you do. What don't you like about him?

He grabs your arms and places them around his neck before he puts his hands on your waist and starts singing.

Something hides in every night

Brings desire from the deep

And with it comes a burning light

To keep us from our sleep

Goosebumps flash across your skin as Beomgyu's voice hits you, prompting you to press yourself closer to him as if answering the call of a siren, and Beomgyu happily welcomes you, holding you back just as tightly until you’re almost hugging.

As the full star tries his best to make the white pearl shine

Glances of a new day have arrived

And though he's not alone, he fears to never love another

And leave his heart forever with her smile

He brushes your hair out of his face as he sings and you lean into his touch, into the welcoming warmth of him. You’re certain if he could rip his chest open and lock you inside, he would.

My love, light is burning

As I am burning

My love, light is burning

As I am yearning

Beomgyu sings the lyrics quietly but you can feel his soul in them. He may not be the best singer out there but no one else could move you like he does. Because the words are spoken directly to you, made for you.

And meanwhile, a whole lot goes down

Somewhere in the darkness, us together for a while

You loved it then, so did I

A feeling deep inside you wants to love it all again

His song beckons you, asking you to join him, to give into him.

His voice is so different from Taehyun’s. While Taehyun’s is melodic and sweet, Beomgyu’s is deep, unrefined, earthly. With the dark atmosphere in the room and the cryptic lyrics, it gives you shivers, and you cling to him, feeling as if he’s the only real thing in the universe. He holds onto you tightly as well, as if both of your souls could reunite if you got close enough.

You want to fall into him and never get up again.

Now don't leave it there, just give it a chance

If only I'd forget you after one last dance

But you're everywhere, yes you are

In every melody and in every little scar

His voice wavers a bit, and you see the pain behind his words. He’s begging you not to hurt him again.

Yes you are, you are, love

He ends his song, resting his forehead against yours, his eyes never breaking away from yours, not willing to break your soul connection yet.

“Everything will go our way, my love.” He promises.

You want it bad. You want everything to work out for you, but you know something that Beomgyu doesn’t, something that could turn this whole thing around–your parting gift to Taehyun. And although you know it was the right thing to do, you still feel guilty for betraying Beomgyu like this, especially when you feel one of his hands move from your back to your belly, and he smiles at you fondly.

“I wonder if I got you pregnant.”

Your breath hitches at the thought. You wanted it. You really did, and he clearly is counting on it, which you can't understand. How can you bring a child into this mess right now?

"Aren't you scared that if I get pregnant, people will realize that Taehyun is telling the truth?"

Beomgyu stiffens at the mention of Taehyun's name. "No. People are gullible. They'll believe whatever they're told if it comes from someone they like and they'll ignore the truth even if it's being screamed in their face if it doesn't align with their preconceived notions about someone. They would never believe him over me. You saw it just now."

"They might if something shifts the tide." You mutter under your breath, but Beomgyu hears it and he doesn’t let your words slide.

"What are you talking about? Is this about what you told him?" He presses, holding onto you when you try to wiggle away.

He's not being rough about it though. He's still giving you those same sad, pleading eyes that make you wish he was being mean instead. Because god help you, you're still weak for him despite everything.

"Baby, please, tell me what you told him. It's not too late. I can save us. I just need you to let me." He pleads but you shake your head, eyelashes beading with tears. "It is too late. He probably has them by now."

"Has what?" Beomgyu asks.

"The letters you sent me." You finally confess. It doesn't matter now anyway. "I lied about getting rid of them. I hid them in case you betrayed him."

You had gathered all the letters, wrapped them up in the pearl necklace Taehyun gave you, and left them in a hidden nook at the cliff you used to go to to clear your mind. You wanted to believe that Beomgyu would be content with having you back, but you needed a fail-safe in case he didn’t, and that’s exactly what happened.

To your surprise, Beomgyu doesn’t look angry, he doesn’t look shocked, instead he looks relieved.

"I'm happy you told me the truth, princess." He croons, brushing off tears you hadn’t known you were crying.

"You're not mad?" You cling onto him, seeking the forgiveness he’s dangling in front of you.

"I am upset that you decided to hurt me like that." He says and you wince. You didn’t want to hurt him. He forced you to do this. "But it's fine. No harm done. And I'm happy you confessed."

No harm done?

"But he must have the letters by now. Aren’t you scared about what’s going to happen when he reveals them to the world?" You ask, confused, but Beomgyu smiles cryptically and shakes his head.

You hear buzzing in your ear as he steps back and pulls something familiar out of his pocket–the same wad of letters you had rolled up and left on that cliff, sans the necklace.

He hands them to you silently and you receive them like a death sentence–Taehyun's death sentence.

Unfurling them, you’re met with the undeniable sight of those same words that haunted and tormented you all those nights ago.

You are mine. I cannot bear the thought of another man occupying your heart. I can’t even imagine you calling a name that is not mine. Ah… if I were to hear it I swear I would do anything to rip any memory of him out of your brain. I would take you again and again until you can’t even remember how he felt anymore.

How could you do this to me? The fact that these thoughts even exist in my mind… What have you done to me? You play with my heart. You torture me. What have I become? Would you hate me if you saw me like that? Would you be scared of me if you could read my mind?

Princess, I want to hurt you so bad right now…I want you to beg for pleasure and mercy.

You tremble as you gaze at him. Would he actually hurt you if you push him enough?

Yes, he has hurt you emotionally, even physically when he took you against your will, but would he actually harm you? Even in his worst moments, he hasn't gone that far, but what if he loses hope in you?

All this time, he has been sure of one thing and that is your love for him. He told you that he always believed you'd come back to him and choose him. But what if something happens to shake that belief?

When it comes down to it, I still can’t believe you would give up on our love so easily. I would never give up on my love for you. Even after all we’ve been through, I… It takes so much to upset me.

I can be vengeful, princess. I can be as perverse as I am sweet. They will tell you awful things about me in the following days, I’m sure. They will say that I am ruthless, that I would do anything to get what I want.. to get to you. And they will have the guts to say it with disdain, as if it was a sin. You are dangerous, my princess. You are dangerous to me. But I am worse without you. That’s why you are my princess. I need you to keep me sane.

He's almost boasting about the lengths he would go for you. How could you think you could sway someone who not only has no remorse, but is proud of what he's done?

You should have never left his side. You unleashed him on the world. None of this would’ve happened if you had just stayed.

And Beomgyu has never shied away from telling you as much.

Don’t worry, princess. I will get you back. The universe made you perfect for me so how could you belong to another?

Our story is not over yet, princess. We will see each other again. I still have hope. I have to. Every problem has a solution, no matter how drastic or insane.

Have you forgotten what I said to you that night? You destroyed me, and I will make sure you destroy him too. Do you think he will still love you when his blood is on your hands?

No, you haven't forgotten. You remember his words clearly.

"If he ever tries to take you from me again, I'll murder him in front of your eyes."

How could you have possibly forgotten this anger? It's clear he would’ve never spared Taehyun.

If you hadn’t dragged Taehyun into this, he would be safe now. He would have found someone else more worthy, a woman strong and free as an eagle who could soar beside him, not a songbird who longs for the safety and luxury of her gilded cage, for the gentle and deceiving touch of her owner.

You said you wanted money, stability, provisions… and so you ran off to him? What a fucking joke. What man can provide for you better than I can?

My stupid princess, all your life I've coddled you, spoiled you, and it made you think you can get away with doing whatever you want. That was my mistake, I admit. I made you so naive that you actually think that man can protect you.

But it’s okay, I'll fix it all soon. You’re mine. I will have you again, and when I do… The things I’m going to do, princess, you’re going to wish you never left my side.

Never again, love. You’ll never be able to leave me once I’m done with you.

We will be happy again. But for now I hope you’re crying for me. I hope you’re begging for my forgiveness.

The warnings were all there. His possessiveness and entitlement because of everything he provided for you. His warnings that he's going to take revenge and make you regret leaving him.

He kept his word. And Beomgyu wasn't going to make his past mistakes again.

"How…" You croak, trying to find your voice through your choked tears. "How did you get these?"

"I've had them for almost as long as you've been here. My spies saw you hiding them." He informs you, not needing to say more.

There goes the one chance Taehyun had to prove the truth of his claims, and you watch in despair as Beomgyu takes the letters back from you and pockets them again, no doubt to dispose of them himself.

He's the devil. You can never outsmart him….What's worse is that you feel a tinge of relief at that, the fact that you haven’t hurt him, can't hurt him. Because, may the gods curse you, you still don't want to. It took everything in you to force yourself to betray him, to go through with the meeting, and it was all for naught.

You don't think you can do it again, not that you even had anything left you could do.

"I hate you." You mutter tiredly.

"I know but I also know that you love me." He says, cupping your face gently and pressing a kiss to your lips that you don't reciprocate. "The question is, do you hate me enough to hurt me again?"

Tears fill up your eyes again, "I didn’t want to hurt you. I just wanted to give him a chance."

"You think that comes free? You think you can just balance the scales and have neither of us get hurt?" His voice gets high with barely contained fury. "Stop being so fucking naive, princess. It's time you make your choice once and for all. Me or him?"

You press your lips together and shake your head.

"Do you want to save him?" He deadpans and you nod hesitantly, sensing something is off.

“Then kill me.”

“W-what?” Your mouth goes dry at the unexpected challenge.

You watch with shaking pupils as Beomgyu pulls out a dagger from his clothes–-your dagger, the one Taehyun gifted you.

He holds it out to you and you reach out for it in a daze, not believing that he’s actually giving it back to you. But as soon as you wrap your hand around the hilt, he encases his own hands around it and points the dagger at the middle of his chest, right over where his heart is, just a few centimeters of skin and flesh separating it from the sharp blade.

“What are you doing, Beomgyu?” You freak out, any wrong move and the dagger could plunge in and hurt him.

"If you want to save him then kill me. Because as long as I live, he won’t ever be safe.”

You shake your head. “Stop this, please.” You’re growing hysterical. You’ve never felt this much panic and distress before, your body flooding with terror at the proximity of the dagger to your beloved’s heart. “Please!”

“I’m sick and tired of you pretending to care about these people, pretending like you don’t want what I want so I’m giving you your out. Kill me now and end it or don’t and stop pretending like this isn’t exactly what you want.”

“Beomgyu–” You whine pitifully, trying to pull your trembling hands away but he won’t let you. Your entire body weight feels like it’s being held by his hands right now, your vision growing hazy and developing black spots as you grow faint.

“Choose!”

“You! I choose you!” You bawl and he finally lets your hands go and the dagger falls to the ground with a clang. You almost fall along with it too but Beomgyu holds you fast in his arms.

"It's okay." He shushes you, smoothening his hand over your hair soothingly while you hang onto him and cry into his chest. "You just needed to make a choice. That's all I wanted. I'll take care of the rest."

It's hopeless fighting against him. He will always win. He has been dictating your life ever since you were children and he will continue doing so until your death. So just give in. You’re so tired of fighting him. You don’t even have the strength to kill him and end it because you love him too much. You love your captor, your rapist, your owner. You're just as rotten as him and you don’t deserve to feel sorry for yourself.

Taehyun is going to die and you’re going to live with the knowledge that you killed him and countless more because you were selfish enough to spread your misery around.

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A/N: as always, feedback keeps me going so please drop a message and let me know what you think. only two chapters left now. is gyu going to kill tyun? will tyun figure out a way to come on top? is oc going to give in? what more tricks does gyu have up his sleeve?

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The White Dragon (30)

30. All roads

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Summary: All roads lead to Harrenhal

Pairings: main Harwin Strong x Fem!Targaryen reader

Warnings: cursing, medieval and A song of ice and Fire AU customs, injury, burns, dragon fire, death, violence, armies, death, war and all that comes with it. Character death (technically a character?)

Might miss some warnings but you know what this is about :)

+18, MINORS DNI

Wordcount: 4k

Notes: One of the most awaited (even for me) chapters, LET'S ROCK AND ROLL PEOPLE LET'S DO THISSSS

Soft snow fell over Winterfell, for the Strong children, their favorite new thing, catching snowflakes with their tongues and being the first one to walk over a new trail of that sugary looking powder.

Sarra, who had been accompanying them and taking care of them, had an embroidery lesson, so she sent one of her ladies with the children as they played in the Godswood, the safest place in all of Winterfell.

The kids were in the middle of a snow war, running and giggling all around the trees. The Lady had surrendered already, sitting by the entrance to the Goodswood, waiting patiently as she read.

The kids ran, and played, throwing snowballs and giggling. Saera, two years older, took the lead, running faster than her baby brother. She looked back to see if he was following her, so she didn’t pay attention to where she was going, until she crashed into something… or someone.

When Saera looked up with those big purple eyes of hers, she met with only one in turn. Aemond was looking down at her with severity.

“Uncle Aemond?”, she asked, “what are you doing here?”, she smiled at him, with a toothless smile, and her bright eyes, “do you want to play with us?”, she asked.

But Aemond didn’t answer, he just looked at the little girl with a dead expression in his eye, and a thin line as his lips

“Uncle?”

Aemond woke up panting, his heart beating out of his chest. Why did he dream about his nephews? how? why? it felt so real… he had never been in the north, but somehow he knew perfectly well where he was.

His baby nephews…

“Where are Saera and Vaegor?”, Aemond asked hours later, as a servant was fixing his armor. Larys shook his head. He had the Strong summoned that morning, as he was preparing himself to march on Harrenhal

“They are not in Harrenhal”, he said with that unsettling smile

“They could be in Dragonstone”, he whispered

“I believe my sister by law took measures to protect them”, he said, “birds told me they saw the children riding north with the twins…”, Aemond’s breath got caught in his throat. “May I ask why do you care about their whereabouts?”, he asked. But Aemond didn’t answer. The truth was that he didn’t truly wanted to murder his baby nephews, they were innocent, if things went terribly wrong in Harrenhal, he wouldn’t want them to be left alone, at the end of the day, they just might be all he had left of his extended family.

Aemma’s baby brother and sister

“Are you sure you want to march on Harrenhal?”, asked Larys. Aemond looked at him in the corner of his eye

“I am”, he said firmly, “Do you care about what happens there?”

“No”, he said with that same smile. Great, because now, he didn’t care either.

The Baratheon army had marched before him, he was going to take only a few hours on Vhagar

The Strongs were going to surrender or he was going to slay their dragons and burn their people.

This had to end.

“The Royal and the Baratheon army are marching upon us”, said Maekar out loud, lords from the Riverlands all around him, including Cregan, who had arrived with half his army. The winter wolves, and his brother, where being held in any small town they passed

The greens haven't managed to persuade the great houses of the Riverlands, but the small towns were a different matter, they had met resistance at every turn… not enough to dwindle their forces, but enough to delay them… Rhaegar didn’t want and shouldn’t burn all the small towns of the Riverlands, so their march, was being heavily delayed

So Maekar in Aerion was going to face Aemond in Vhagar alone, he didn’t want to send word to Rhaegar either, he wanted to spare his brother

The Tullys did manage to arrive, so the forces were almost aligned if not for Vhagar.

“We are going to meet them here”, he pointed a point in the King’s Road, a few miles towards King’s Landing, “when they are marching through this point we will be able to wait for them from the highground, and charge them from there, take them by surprise, push them against the God’s eye”

“Agree, we will take the fight off of Harrenhal”, said Cregan

“What about the Dragon?”, asked another

“I will face Vhagar”, he said firmly, “as you, I will hope to fly higher than him, and faster, the surprise factor is essential”, he said, he sensed his father by his side tense, he had been begging him for days to reconsider, he had even send word to Dragonstone for backup from Daemon or whoever, Dragonstone had no answered. And they stood alone against the largest dragon in the world

After the meeting, Maekar had to contain himself not to run towards the room, he entered after knocking gently, and he found Helaena there, knitting while her children plated safely

“I still think you should ride North”, he said gently, walking towards her and kneeling by her side, she smiled gently at him caressing his cheek, “with the children, Cregan already said you could go to Winterfell, and my siblings are there”

“I need to be here” she said gently, “trust me”. And Maekar did, grabbing her hand gently and placing swift kisses all over her palm and the back of her hand

“I’m sorry for everything”, he whispered, “I should have taken you with my sister as soon as the war broke out”

“This what was meant to happen”, she whispered with a smile, “don’t worry”, she looked so calm, so serene, that Maekar didn’t know if to think that she truly know everything was going to be alright, or if she had finally lost her mind

Either way, the victor of this gruesome battle were not going to hurt her, if it was Aemond, he would spare her, if they were the ones, he would finally love her freely, marry her even

But war was so cruel, and she was just a girl. a girl with children of her own.

“They are coming”, he said simply, “We are marching to meet them in the field now”. Helaena looked at him booth her big eyes, she leaned in and kissed him in his head

“The spools of green and the spools of black will make spools of red”, she whispered

“I love you”, he whispered, frowning, analyzing her words, the blacks, the greens, will they make red? blood red? Will they all be doomed?

“I love you too”, she whispered against his forehead

“If I shall perish in the battlefield today, I will find you in the next life, so we could spend it together as the Gods owes us”, she simply nodded

“I will have you in this life”, she whispered. For a second he did want to take her and leave, together, with the children. He had loved her in secret for many years, their love only consummated after she bore her youngest son Maelor. She loved him back, and he was grateful, even if he had her for barely a day. He would have rather die today, than having a lifetime without her

“I will try”, he promised, kissing her one last time, and with that terrible forecast, he abandoned the room not before he greeted the children as well, who hugged him tightly. Helaena had a dragon, but she couldn’t fight, he would die before he put her in harm’s way… Dreamfyre though… he shook his head

He had his home, his love, his family to fight for, he will fight until his last breath.

He exited the White hall, to meet all captain and leaders of the army, they were arming themselves, in front of him, all over the valley in front of his home, they were thousand of campaign tents, the coat of arms of great houses of the North and the riverlands flew freely, the day was grim, gray, it was not going to rain but the cloud closed the sky over you

House Strong’s banner fluttered alongside his siblings’ sigil, the one Aemma had created one day, and Rhaegar and himself had taken as his own. That symbolized them, the Strong Targaryens, it brought him comfort.

He felt the hand of his father on his shoulder

“I love you son”, he whispered, and Maekar’s heart broke because it sounded like a goodbye

“I love you too father”, they shared a big hug as they pat each other's back

“Please, if it gets too dangerous, please, retreat”, he whispered, “there is no shame in surrendering… it means you get to live to fight another day”, he said reassuringly

“I’m afraid that is not our way, father”, he whispered. His father, Harwin, released him, and Maekar faced Cregan

“I believe your mother would be against this”, he said firmly, “but then she would be very proud”, he said with a shy smile

“I believe so too”, he muttered, then his face got all serious, “I will distract Vhagar as you face the army, I’m afraid that is all I can do, we will trust your battle skills”, he said

“And that will be enough”, he said firmly, “Only distracting the largest dragon in the world will be a feat that will put your name in all the songs to be sung and the stories to be told”, he said firmly.

And after exchanging significant looks and pleading eyes from his father, he called in his dragon Aerion

He had grown, as Karnax did, they were as big as Meleys, with 19 years after they hatched. They have outgrown Syrax, and almost as Caraxes, their size rushed by years in the wild as he would have them, never resting in the pit, but flying freely and hunting for his own survival.

He caressed his snout gently

“You know what we are about to do…”, he said firmly, “It was an honor being your rider”, he greeted. Aerion growled loudly, cheering the troops who clapped and cheered back. Maekar climbed onto his dragon’s back, placing the straps tightly against his thighs

“Sôbês Aerion!”, and the dragon took flight easily

Under him, the troops began to march towards the accorded place, they were going to set a trap for the enemy army, as Maekar was going to distract Vhagar and prevent him from burning their own army.

He was so nervous his body stiffened atop his saddle, he cursed and called himself weak. He was afraid… was he weak?

No, he decided, he was not going to fly away and cower, no, he was frightened, but he was going to fight until his last breath. That was being brave, he thought with a self calming smile

As philosophers would say, “bravery can only appear in the presence of fear”

He would say that his uncle wouldn’t hurt him, that they were friends, but he also killed his mother, so who knows what he was truly capable of? He expected no amnesty, no kindness, he expected fire and blood. And that is what his uncle was going to get in return

Fire and blood

The war, battles itself were sickening, but perhaps what was worse were the hours before the battle itself. Was he insane? probably, but the battle was imminent and he wanted it to start at once, he was tired of waiting, it was driving him insane. Live or die, it was already fated, but he wanted it to start at once.

Lucky… or not… the army reached the desired point, a valley that ended in the lake named God’s eye, in the middle of the valley the King’s road passed, so the army was certain to take this road. And they will be waiting for them here

Harwin on one side of the army, commanded everyone to spread out, the Road was narrow, so the Green forces were likely to spread in a thin line, and if they were all spread, they were not going to be burned as easily, he thought bitterly. On the other side, Cregan was doing the same.

Scouts came galloping to meet the right flank of the army, where Harwin stood

“They are hours away Ser Harwin”, he muttered, “they are led by Ser Criston Cole, and Lord Borros Baratheon himself”, he said hurriedly, “we have not seen the dragon”

“Go to Cregan Stark and repeat the tale”, he said, and the rider did gallop away.

Harwin knew better than to be happy about the news, dragons were quick and their Queen could appear at any moment. As proof of it, he looked into the skies and found no sign of his own son

Aemond flew atop Vhagar, above the King’s Road up North. His body shakes with anticipation of the battle to come. He does not know what he faces… will Daemon be there? He hoped so, he knew, according to scouts and spies, that Maekar was surely on Harrenhal, and Rhaegar was not able to meet him.

Only his oldest nephew then…

Days ago he would have landed Vhagar on the ground, wait for his nephew to come to him and strike a deal, a treaty, isolating them from the blacks, leaving Harrenhal alone, but his heart was broken and his mind was clouded with loss and grief

He cared no longer for what ensued, the loves of his life were gone.

His Aemma, his Helaena, and his nephews, the representation in flesh and bone of innocence and goodness.

Lost in his thoughts he didn’t realize how much time had passed. Soon, Aemond saw the army marching underneath him, and beyond, the God’s eye, it was truly a beautiful sight to be sure, but then, he saw a silver line of…

He couldn’t alert the army, not from up there

The Northerner and the Riverland army descended upon the Green forces, their impulse helped by the short hill, they roared ferociously as they charged at them, succeeding in taking them by surprise.

The collision was brutal, they knocked down the first improvised line of defense, killing them almost instantly and then went on to charge against the second line.

Aemond descended upon the enemy army, or at least he intended to, but was attacked on his own, by Aerion

He could only hear a distant Dracarys!, over the growling of the blue beast, and a fire blinded Vhagar only for a second, making her growl. A horrible sense of already living this scenario washed over him, and Vhagar twisted in the sky, looking for the dragon that harmed her. But Aerion was fast, losing himself already in the clouds above them

Vhagar had now a burn on her snout, and she was growling furiously as she ascended even more to look for the one that harmed her

“MAEKAR!”, he screamed, “Bend the knee! nephew!”, he said at the top of his lungs, searching for him amongst the clouds, “I wish not for your death, on the contrary!”

“Where is my sister?”, he heard, and he swallowed, hard

“Let’s talk, nephew!”, he encouraged, Vhagar wanted the contrary, wining underneath him

And then he saw Aerion flying above him. He was still half his size, but it was still impressive, Aerion was much bigger than dragons twice his age. He disappeared again, he was toying with Aemond as he toyed with Jacaerys that fatidic day

Maekar did wanted to talk to him, but for Vhagar it was already too late, she wanted the dragon that dare to breathe fire against her Queen

Soon she had him in her sight and it was already too late, she started the chase, and even if Aerion was faster, he couldn't hide anymore.

“Fuck fuck fuck”, Maekar cursed against his breath, making his dragon fly downwards, he hoped that Vhagar will fall faster than him against the ground, that was approaching him at alarming speed. As Vhagar was about to bite into his dragon’s tail, he averted it, flying upwards again.

They now flied so close to the ground that it was almost dangerous, and Vhagar was soon closing in on him again

On the ground, the armies fought fiercely, the Greens, with the high number, had recuperated and charged against their enemy with ferocity. “Ours is the fury” was the Baratheon motto and they took it to earth

And then.

A loud roar made the waters of the God’s eye shake like it was an earthquake, even the floor seemed to shake. Harwin, as he was cutting down Barattheon soldiers stopped, as did everybody, looking up in the skies, Vhagar was chasing Aerion but even those dragons seemed to be rattled by the warning of a even more fearsome beast

It was not Vhagar

It was not Aerion…

The white demon opened the skies with her bast wings, roaring as loudly as thunder

Harwin could not believe was he was seeing

No, it couldn’t be, he has probably been struck down and he was dead, his wife had come to collect him

Aemond looked back, and above him, and he also questioned his sanity

No it can not be

Vhaelar, the white demon descended upon him as an eagle would swarm in to catch his prey, he could not stop it, the huge claws on her legs clinged onto Vhagar’s right wing, and her huge jaws closed into his left wing

Vhagar whined under him, a shriek, a sound so abnormal with pain and imminent death that it shook the armor of every soldier in the battle, she could no longer keep itself in the air, and for better or worse, the ground was so close the fall was lesser than the Red Keep height…

The adrenalin in his body prevented him of feeling how he collided atop his beast on the hard floor, Vhagar fell over the army’s carts, thousand of pieces of wood and spears burried themselves on her old skin

Vhaelar released Vhagar before she collided, and kept herself flying above the agonizing dragon. You breathed heavily, praying your brother did survive it, you dragon as the white dragon growled victoriously. You saw your son, Maekar, flying over you

Maekar had never been so happy, even there in the midst of battle, he screamed in happiness. but the battle was not over yet. He descended upon the army, and set fire to their rearguard, one time he flew above them, unknown to him at the time, Criston Cole burn to death under Aerion’s flames… and the Green army stopped fighting. They surrendered right there

They all saw Vhagar fall, they all saw the return of the White Dragon, the princess who had gone back from the dead

So they dropped their swords as the princess climbed down from her dragon, only a few yards away from the already warmer heat of battle.

Maekar descended quickly, and you were the one who reached for him, hugging him tightly against you

“My son”, you cried, tears of pure relief falling down your cheeks, “my boy, are you harmed?”, you asked, releasing him and cradling his face with your hands

“No mama”, he cried of pure happiness, “you are alive!”

“I am alive!”

You turned towards Vhagar, as she drew her last breath, the Queen of dragons had perished.

Aemond released himself, impressively unharmed, and he, despite his trembling legs, was able to descend to the ground, amidst smoke and broken wood

His hand caressed Vhagar as he walked, one last time, until he could surround her, seeing over the small hill, you.

You were going to walk towards him, as he was going to walk towards you, his mind confused, he thought he was hallucinating

He had not killed you, but when you realize your daughter was dead you will gladly go to kill him. So Aemond walked hastily towards you, so you unsheathed your Valyrian steel sword to face him, Aemond, unsurprisingly, did the same.

“I don’t know if my mind's playing tricks on me!”, he said, about to cry

“I am not a illusion but a reality”, you said back, preparing to fight him

“no!”, said Maekar, placing himself between you. “Enough! I just got you back, I’m not going to lose you again mother”, he whispered, “Uncle, enough”

“Sister”, he said, his hold on his sword trembling, “I thought I…”

“Vhaelar saved us”, you told him, “but we were stranded in Tarth for weeks”, you said firmly, as you stopped being on guard, lowering your sword

“I am so glad”, he responded, dropping his sword to the floor in front of him. He, Aemond Targaryen, was dragonless once again, but in turn, he was not a Kinslayer, but he also had lost…

His thoughts were interrupted by another dragon that roared in the sky, and as Harwin and Cregan were taking Lord Borros’ surrender, Dreamfyre flew above them and towards the group

Aemond could not believe it, and you couldn't neither, your body tensing as you saw the dragon who was supposed to be allied to the greens, but your son squeezed your hands reassuringly

“It’s Helaena mother, she was with us in Whitehall”, he said

“What?” Aemond asked, “why is Helaena here? she was dead!”

“Dead?”, asked Maekar

Helaena landed right next to you all

“Brother enough!”, demanded Helaena, from atop her dragon, Aemond stopped his movements, “It’s enough!”, she repeated, her voice stronger as she ever sounded, she descended Dreamfyre, as you met your half-sibling, alongside Maekar, you sheathe your sword

The silence was deafening, as you four met

“Sister, you were dead”, he muttered, as he was seeing yet another apparition, “Grandfather told me… I saw you…”, she shook her head, and Aemond went in and hugged her tightly against his chest, “they told me an assassin came in the night and took you”, he cried. He was so relieved but still, his mind was in the brink of collapse

“Daemon send assassins”, Maekar told you, and you looked at him widely, “he send assassins to kill Jaehaerys”, he told you with a broken voice

This was sick.

Was your uncle so depraved? that he would send an assassin to murder an innocent child?

Aemond released Helaena, caressing her hair, “they told me she and the children died”, he explained, his gaze not separating from his sister, “they told Aemma was slain as well”, he whispered, “are the children alright?”

“They are, and Aemma is alive and well”, she said hastily, “our grandsire told you that to manipulate you”, she said firmly

“Where is she? Where is my daughter? Is she alright?”, you asked with urgency

“She is riding East”, she said, “Alongside Ser Steffon, I told her about the battle plans and she wants to intercept the Lannister Fleet before the soldiers reach Highgarden”

“She will find herself caught between the Lannisters and the Hightower army”, Aemond muttered, “she will face two armies, a fleet and Daeron and Tessarion”

“How did she escape the Red Keep?”, you asked, looking at everyone

“That is a long story”, whispered Helaena with a shy smile, “I will tell it to you”

“But we must reach Aemma”, you murmured then, “she cannot face them alone”

“I have to go”, said Aemond, and you looked at him, “to stop the armies”

“So you can take her prisoner again?”, you asked

“No!”, he answered, placing Helaena behind him, “this is over!”, he said firmly, “I don’t wish to serve my sick brother, not my Grandfather, the true manipulator and originator of this madness, he made me believe all the people I loved were dead, so he could use me to kill the remaining family I held dear to my heart, my allegiance to that monster is over”, he sentenced

“Well I don’t want to serve Rhaenyra, or her child-murdering husband either”, you said in turn, and you all exchanged looks

“So we are done serving Kings and Queens we don’t even believe in?” asked Aemond, “what do we do next?”

“My priority is my family”, you said, “my children, fuck the rest of them”

“Fuck him” whispered Aemond, “We made promises but never to one another, the true deserving parties in all of this”

“So I swear not to move against you brother, or you, my dear sister”

“Nor I shall move against you”, he said firmly, “If Aegon and Rhaenyra want to fight, they can do it against themselves, for themselves”, you nodded

Helaena then walked towards Maekar, and he embrace her and kissed her gently

“Well, that is new”, you whispered, and then Aemond and you exchanged looks

“I will set this straight, send the armies home, or take them prisoner, whichever”, you said, “I will go for my son Rhaegar, bring him home as well… and then the three of us could…”

“I will go and get my Aemma”, he said firmly

“And how do you plan on doing that?” you asked

“I don’t know”, he admitted, you both looked at Vhagar

“You will need a dragon”, you said, “another dragon, clean of our family’s blood”

“Agree”, he whispered

More notes: WE ARE BACK WITCHESSSSSS

I had that scene in my head, an unhinged Aemond, unpredictable and torn with grief, riding North to see his nephews… What does he want with them? uffff I had to include it even if it was a little inconclusive

Was it too rushed? was it? next chapter I will cover how reader reached Harrenhal... how she got out of the island, and the faceoff with Rhaenyra, I just wanted to show her appearing there first hehe, you know I'm a sucker for theatrics

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