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Double or Nothing | Lee Minho & Han Jisung x Reader

pairing: jisung x reader x minho

genre: smut

warnings: non-idol au, dom! minho, sub! jisung, sub! afab reader, established polyamorous relationship, fingering, oral sex (f and m receiving), cum eating, humiliation, hair pulling, degradation, praise, pet names, sir kink, choking, swearing, edging, overstimulation

requested: nope

word count: 5.2k

proofread: yes :)

taglist: @bxngchxn @jisungsplatforms @hyunsluvv @qtieskz @etherealeeknow @arohabangtan @channelhan @minholuvs

(can't tag): @doyoungsjohnny

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as soon as you read the message that your package was out for delivery, you were excited, practically waiting at the front door for it to arrive. you’d bought it four months ago, and when it was taking so long to show up, you’d started to think you’d wasted your money on something you weren’t going to get. but here it is, finallyarriving. you watch the postman place it on your doorstep, waiting for him to drive away so you can swing the door open and grab it.

as soon as you have the package in your hands, you rush down the hallway, almost running to the bedroom in excitement. you place the package on the side of the bed, shaking jisung’s sleeping form in an attempt to wake him from his sleep. it doesn’t work, you’re slumbering boyfriend continuing to snore away, barely even stirring.

“wake up!” you shout, grabbing one of the pillows and smacking him with it. he begins to move slightly, and you can tell it’s working. you hit him again with the pillow, over and over until he eventually sits up.

under normal circumstances, you’d take a moment to laugh at jisung’s bedhead, but right now, there’s too much excitement running through your veins to even notice the way his hair sticks up at odd angles. instead, you pick up the package again, holding it up and smiling widely at jisung, waiting for him to notice it. but alas, he doesn’t notice, moving to lay back down and go back to sleep.

“hey, don’t you wanna know what i’ve got?” you ask, waving the package slightly.

“what have you got? just tell me,” he mumbles, eyes already closed once again.

“the outfits arrived,” you answer, and that finally wakes him up properly.

he sits up again, rubbing the sleep from his eyes before looking at the box in your hands. he grabs it from you, impatiently prying it open and carefully pulling out the contents.

“i forgot we actually ordered these,” he says, holding one of the matching maid outfits up to look at it.

“are we sure minho’s gonna like them?” you ask, a small bit of doubt creeping into the forefront of your mind.

“well, if he doesn’t, then that’s his problem. either way, we’re gonna look so fucking good,” jisung says, smiling wide as he continues to look at the item in his hands. “where is he, anyway?”

“he went out for lunch with his parents, remember?”

“oh yeah, that’s right.” he pauses, turning his head to you, and you can tell from the look on his face exactly what he’s thinking, especially because you’re thinking the same thing. “how long before he’ll get home?”

“not sure, i can text him and ask,” you say, already pulling out your phone and opening the messages between you and minho. you start typing, asking him how long before he might get home. it’s only moments before your phone buzzes with his reply.

minho <3: maybe an hour. why?

y/n: we just miss you, that’s all

he doesn’t respond, and you know that he’s aware of the real reason you’re asking. he can tell that both you and jisung are needy and waiting for him to come home.

“we have about an hour,” you say, turning to jisung, and he drags himself out of bed at your words. “where are you going?”

“to shower,” he replies, walking towards the bathroom. “because i’m not gonna be stinky when our boyfriend gets home.”

“ah, that’s a good idea,” you reply, deciding to scroll aimlessly through various apps on your phone.

“are you saying i stink?”

“always.”

he scoffs, but you can tell from the upturn at the corners of his mouth that he’s just pretending to be insulted. “well, you’re always stinky as well.”

“am not.”

“are too.”

it’s childish, the way you and jisung always banter with each other. but you wouldn’t change it for the world.

“just go shower,” you say, shaking your head.

“wanna join me?” he asks, a cheeky grin on his face.

“nah, your hands like to wander, so i’ll just shower after you,” you reply. “just don’t use up all the hot water.”

it takes almost 40 minutes for jisung to emerge from the bathroom, a towel loosely hanging around his lower half. but you don’t even take a moment to complain about how long he took, only opting to glare at him as you zoom past him and into the bathroom.

you shower faster than you ever have before, stepping back out of the bathroom, clad in a towel, in record speed. 10 minutes to be exact, which is quite quick for you, who usually showers for upwards of half an hour. as soon as you step into the bedroom, you’re greeted with the sight of jisung, already dressed in his outfit. he spins around upon hearing your soft footsteps, and the view of him is even better from the front.

you love it, the way his strong arms stick out from the short sleeves, the way the skirt rests around his thighs. the fabric hugs his torso perfectly, accentuating his tiny waist.

“how do i look?” he asks, and you respond with an approving nod and a thumbs up.

jisung smiles at your reaction while you grab the other maid costume. you quickly dry off the rest of your body, excited to put on the new clothing. if you look anywhere near as good in it as jisung does, then you’ll be super happy. you pull the garment on, turning to face the mirror once it’s in place, jisung walking to stand next to you, also looking at the reflection. he was right, about what he said earlier, you both look so good.

“what now?” jisung asks.

“now, we wait for our hot ass boyfriend to get home,” you answer, moving to sit on the bed. he follows you with a soft whine. jisung’s the impatient one, always getting himself worked up then complaining when no one helps him straight away.

you begin scrolling through your phone once again, jisung doing the same. and you can tell he’s getting himself worked up, judging from the way he keeps inching himself closer and closer. you, however, ignore him, determined to wait patiently for minho to come home. you fall into a steady rhythm, scrolling aimlessly, and the time ticks by quietly. or, at least, it was quiet until jisung lets out a frustrated groan.

“where is he? he told you an hour, and it’s already been an hour and a half,” he huffs, and you’re not surprised at his response. nor are you surprised when you face him and find his cock hard, pressing against the front of his skirt.

“he’ll be here soon, just be patient.”

“but i’m tired of waiting,” he pouts, placing a hand on your thigh. “what if we had some fun before he gets here?”

“you’re too horny for your own good, sungie,” you reply with a slight eye roll, feeling the way his hand rises up. a content sigh leaves your lips when his hand finally reaches your pussy, a lone finger running through your slick folds, already dripping with arousal.

“see, you’re just as turned on as i am,” he huffs, continuing to move his finger slowly, teasingly. and he’s right. while you’ve been waiting for minho to show up, your mind has been wandering, thinking up all the different possibilities for what he’s going to do when he sees you both, and you’ve been getting more and more worked up with every passing minute.

“but i, at least, know how to behave myself and wait patiently,” you retort, trying to hold back the whines bubbling in your throat.

“well, i don’t see you stopping me right now,” he says, his finger beginning to rub small circles into your clit.

“oh, shut up,” you say, voice somewhat breathless as you bring your hand up to jisung’s aching cock.

it’s almost instantaneous, the moan that he lets out when you wrap your hand around his length, slowly rubbing your thumb along his slit. you slowly pump him, and his hand stills against your clit, his brain momentarily short-circuiting at the stimulation you’re providing him. it only takes a few seconds for jisung to regain control of himself, moving his hand so that his fingers prod at your entrance. he slides the digit in, quickly adding a second while you continue to jerk him off leisurely.

he curls his fingers inside of you, causing you to let out a particularly desperate sounding moan. you pump jisung’s cock faster, losing yourself in the feelings of the moment, loving the way his fingers drag along your walls. you can feel the beginnings of your orgasm starting to grow, the knot forming deep in your stomach. but you can tell from the chorus of shameless whines and moans tumbling from jisung’s parted lips that his orgasm looms much closer. his cock twitches in your hand, so close to a release, but a voice speaks up from the doorway, halting your movements.

“well, well, well, what do we have here?”

you pull away from jisung, his fingers leaving you while you ignore the irritated whine he lets out from his orgasm steadily fading away. you stare at the doorway, eyes wide as you look at minho standing there, his arms folded across his chest and his expression none too impressed.

minho walks towards you, each step somewhat menacing, and it’s obvious that he’s not very pleased with what he found you and jisung doing. he brings his hand up, gripping your chin tightly between his finger and thumb, forcing you to maintain eye contact with him.

“tell me, lamb, which one of you was the impatient one?”

he doesn’t have to ask; he already knows the answer. it’s jisung, it’s always jisung. but you tell him anyway, finding some joy in telling on jisung. minho shakes his head in disappointment, frowning at the younger boy.

“was my pretty boy too horny to wait just a little bit longer,” he says, and you watch as jisung’s ears grow redder and redder. he cowers slightly under minho’s stare, the older man being entirely unimpressed with jisung breaking the rules. “what do you have to say for yourself?”

“i’m sorry,” jisung says, his voice quiet, meek, and he keeps his eyes trained on the bed underneath him, unable to look minho in the eye. minho just tsks in response, saying nothing more about the disobedience, knowing the best way to punish jisung is with actions, not words.

“do you like our outfits?” you ask, kind of annoyed that you’re not getting enough attention.

minho’s eyes scan over you and jisung, and you can tell that he loves the way you both look.

“of course i do, you both look so cute in your little matching outfits,” he smiles, gently cupping your face and rubbing his thumb along your cheek.

he leans in, pressing his lips to yours, and you smile into the kiss, enjoying the gentle moment. but it’s interrupted by jisung’s soft whines. he pouts his lips, silently asking for a kiss as well. minho rolls his eyes slightly, but you can see the soft smile on his face before he leans over to jisung and kissing him. minho steps back, grabbing the chair from the corner of the room and placing it at the end of the bed, ignoring the confused looks from you and jisung.

“now, my pretty pets wanted to play with each other, so you’re gonna keep playing. but you’re gonna do it the way i tell you to,” he says, sitting down. “so, y/n, as adorable as you look all dressed up for me, i want you to strip.”

“yes, sir,” you say, eager to please. you slowly stand up, reaching behind you to undo your outfit before slowly sliding it down your body, being sure to sway your hips enticingly as you do so.

“that’s my good little lamb,” he says, making you smile at the praise. “now, sungie, sit with your back against the headboard, and y/n, i want you to suck him off.”

you wait for jisung to settle into his spot before you move into your position between his legs, lifting up the skirt of his outfit to reveal his still throbbing cock. just as he did before, he moans the second you take him into your hand, slowly pumping him a few times before bringing him to your lips. you press a chaste kiss to the tip, relishing in the soft hiss he lets out at the minuscule contact. you can’t see minho, but you can tell that he’s smirking at you both from his seat, enjoying watching the way you tease the desperate boy in front of you.

“p-please don’t tease me, y/n,” he whimpers out, bringing his hands to tangle in your hair.

“shut up, sungie. you’re lucky i’m not trying you up in the corner to just watch,” minho spits, and jisung’s mouth instantly closes at the words.

you place another kiss along his slit before finally, licking a stripe up the underside of his cock. your tongue moves slowly against him, painstakingly slowly, and he lets out the most pathetic whine you’ve ever heard. it’s a beautiful sound, and you want to hear it again. you pause, waiting a few seconds before licking another stripe, moving just as leisurely as the first time, and you’re rewarded with another desperate whine, jisung wanting to ask for more, but knowing minho will stop you if he does. you lick once more before finally taking him into your mouth.

the only sound better than his whines is his moan upon finally getting to feel the warmth of your mouth. it’s low, guttural, bordering on being a groan. and it sounds like heaven. it sounds like a sinful delight that you’re all too happy to indulge in. you hollow your cheeks, sucking harshly on the tip of his cock before bobbing your head once, taking as much of him as you can before pulling away. you release him with a soft pop, swirling your tongue around him twice before moving back down his length, setting a calm pace with the bobs of your head.

you can feel him twitch in your mouth, his earlier lost orgasm already beginning to return. you hold your head down, feeling him deep in your throat. you moan around his cock, loving the way the vibrations make him rut his hips upwards, causing you to gag slightly. jisung’s legs start to tremble, his moans rising in pitch, and you can tell he’s getting close to his release.

“oh f-fuck, i’m gonna-” he stutters, eyes screwed shut and his hands tugging softly on your hair, a weak attempt to keep himself grounded.

“cum on their tits,” minho’s voice speaks up, and you’d almost forgotten he was even there, watching, observing the way you swallow around jisung’s cock.

“b-but-” jisung whines, wanting to cum down your throat.

“but what? you should be grateful i’m even letting you cum at all,” minho responds.

but, just like jisung, you also want him to cum down your throat. you want to taste him, want his release to coat your tongue. so, you don’t stop, continuing to bob your head up and down with new vigour, trying to make him cum before you can be stopped. but minho gets there first, moving from his chair to you in the blink of an eye, moving jisung’s hands from your hair and harshly grabbing a fistful of it himself, yanking your head back so that jisung’s cock falls free from the confines of your lips.

jisung is quick, taking his cock into his hand and pumping quickly, not wanting to lose his orgasm for the second time. minho presses one of his hands against your back so that you arch it, your chest protruding outwards. jisung pumps himself once, twice, before you feel the warmth of his release hit your tits. you hang your mouth open, tongue out in an attempt to taste at least a drop. but you’re out of luck, his cum only splattering across the expanse of your chest.

you watch jisung’s hand slow down, jerking himself off until he comes back down from his high. he lays limp against the bed, breathing heavily as he tries to catch his breath. minho lets go of you, moving towards jisung. he gentle strokes the younger boy’s hair, telling him how well he did. but the softness only lasts for a moment, minho yanking against jisung’s hair, pulling his head back so that they’re looking each other in the eye.

“lick it off,” minho orders, voice stern. jisung goes bright red, blood rushing to the surface as his face heats up in embarrassment, and you can practically feel the warmth radiating from him from where you’re sitting.

the look on his face is a marvel to behold, a perfect combination of humiliation and desire. so utterly embarrassed at the mere notion of it, but also so devastatingly turned on at the idea of licking his own cum from your breasts. he nods his head, moving so that you can take his place. you lie down, your head resting upon the pillows, jisung hovering over you.

minho stands up, returning to his chair at the end of the bed, watching as jisung’s head lowers to your breasts. jisung looks up at you through his eyelashes before pressing his tongue flat against the soft flesh of your chest.

there’s something so filthy, so dirty about watching him lick his own cum from your skin. something so entirely erotic about the trails of saliva he leaves behind. you moan softly when his lips wrap around one of your nipples, sucking softly on the sensitive bud. he’s quick to let go, though, moving his lips and tongue across, wrapping his lips around your other nipple as well. and it’s not long before his cum is cleaned from your tits, jisung turning to face minho, waiting to be told what happens next.

“good boy, sungie,” minho says, and jisung perks up at the praise, loving to hear that he’s doing a good job. “what do you say to y/n for making you cum?”

jisung turns back to face you, and it’s adorable, the way he looks so shy. but he says his thanks to you anyway, his cheeks a soft shade of pink.

“it’s your turn to give, pretty boy. y/n made you cum so now you can do the same to them.”

“yes, sir,” jisung says, moving so that his face is in front of your pussy. you’ve ignored the throbbing between your legs for long enough. and it’s only now, with jisung’s breath delicately hitting your dripping folds, that you realise just how desperate you are for some kind of stimulation. for any small amount of contact that can bring you the release you need.

his tongue darts out of his mouth, quickly swiping up from your entrance to your clit. you let out a broken moan, your hands flying to tangle in his hair and your eyes closing tightly. jisung’s always been good at this, making you feel good with his mouth. and as his tongue dips into your hole, you can’t help but feel as if you’re floating amongst the clouds.

he only adds to your pleasure, however, when he brings his fingers to prod at your entrance while he sucks at your clit. he curls his digits, working your g-spot for the second time today and it makes your back arch. you tug at his hair, pressing his face harder against you, greedy for more. and jisung is happy to provide. he thrusts his fingers into you faster, humming against your clit. and the vibrations feel like electricity, setting off every nerve ending in your body.

you slowly open your eyes, and you’re greeted with one of the best sights. minho sits on his chair, clothes in a pile on the floor next to him, his hand wrapped around his hard cock, jerking himself off to the sight of you being eaten out by jisung. jisung’s fingers pumping in and out of your walls feel divine, but the addition of knowing that minho’s watching, and that he’s getting off to it as well, is enough to make the knot in your stomach grow faster.

you look down at jisung, and you love the way he looks. his maid outfit still covering him, his eyes closed as he relishes in the taste of you. his hands wrap around your thighs, grip firmly holding you in place, and you can see the way his hips rut against the edge of the bed.

the knot grows, steadily coiling tighter and tighter until you’re waiting, with bated breath, for it to unravel. with a particularly delightful curl of jisung’s fingers, you’re cumming, your legs shaking on either side of his head. he works you through it until you’re only left trembling with the aftershocks of your orgasm.

minho stands up, signalling for jisung to do the same, and the younger boy does, standing beside the bed awaiting instructions.

“strip,” he says to jisung, and he does, quickly ridding himself of the maid outfit, tossing it unceremoniously into the corner of the room.

jisung stands still, cock hard once again, and you can see on his face how much he’s struggling to stop himself from wrapping his hand around himself. minho ignores him for a moment, helping you manoeuvre yourself so that you’re laying sideways across the bed, your head hanging off the edge. he climbs on the bed, positioning himself between your legs before finally acknowledging jisung once more.

“you’re gonna fuck their throat again, sungie,” he says and is quick to continue when jisung pouts. “and don’t complain. if you were good earlier, then you might’ve gotten to fuck their pussy, but you weren’t. so, you’re gonna take what you get and be grateful for it.”

jisung huffs slightly but says nothing further as he lines himself up with your opened mouth. he takes himself in his hand, rubbing the head of his cock along your lips, his breathing uneven from the knowledge of the pleasure that is in store for him. minho does the same, sliding his tip up and down your entrance, gathering your wetness. and only when you whine softly, a quiet beg for more, do they finally both push into you.

it’s kind of funny, the way they both simultaneously pause when they’re bottomed out, catching their breaths, needing a moment to recover from how good you feel wrapped around them. it feels like a lifetime before they begin to move, and it’s immediate euphoria, the way minho’s cock drags along your walls, every single one of his thrusts deep and purposeful. his hips move slowly into yours, wanting to truly feel the way you clench around him. and jisung’s thrusts are the same, calculated, determined, savouring the way your throat constricts his cock in just the right way.

you keep your eyes closed, just letting yourself feel the way they’re making you feel, the almost overwhelming pleasure you’re being provided. you can feel the drool dripping from the corners of your opened mouth. you can hear the grunts and groans from both of your boyfriends, you can smell the unmistakable scent of sex in the air. and you can taste jisung’s precum on the back of your tongue.

you’re careful of your breathing, being sure to take breaths at every opportunity. you lift your hands, gripping tightly onto jisung’s thighs while minho’s hands do the same to your hips. his fingers dig into the flesh, and you know that the skin there will be littered with a bunch of tiny bruises. but you don’t care, bruises are a small price to pay for total pleasure, especially when they don’t hurt at all.

jisung’s hands cradle your head, and he watches the faint outline of his cock in your throat. the sight alone draws a moan from his lips and sends a shudder through his body. your attention is brought back to minho when he begins to slowly rub at your clit with his thumb, and your body jolts slightly from the pleasure. you clench tighter around him in response, making his hips stutter for a moment before he regains his steady rhythm.

“fuck! c-can i cum? please? i n-need to,” jisung pleads, his thrusts into your mouth growing sloppier and sloppier as he gets closer to his orgasm.

“of course you can, sungie. go ahead and cum for us,” minho says, and you pick up on the tone with which he speaks. you can hear the almost sinister undertones in his words, but it’s obvious jisung doesn’t, because he releases down your throat with a moan.

he thrusts a few more times until he comes down from his high before stilling inside your mouth. he’s panting, trying to catch his breath before minho speaks up again.

“now, keep going.”

“huh?” jisung’s confused, it’s written all over his face. and there’s slight fear in his eyes. he’s well aware of what minho’s order means, but he doesn’t want to believe it.

“you wanted so badly to cum earlier, even breaking the rules to try and do so. so that’s what you’re gonna do. you’re gonna cum again.”

jisung’s frozen in his spot, and you press your hands harder against the back of his thighs so that he can’t step away. you take the chance to catch your breath as much as you can, taking deep breaths in through your nose while you wait for him to move again. but he doesn’t, each time he tries to thrust again his body shivers in overstimulation, and it stops him. minho takes matters into his own hands.

he thrusts into you with more force than before, causing you to moan around jisung as well as lurch towards jisung. you swallow around him and the younger boy whimpers from the overstimulation, his knees almost buckling beneath him, but you can tell he loves it.

minho grips your thighs, lifting your legs so that they wrap around his torso, and he’s able to thrust into you better, the slight change providing the perfect angle for him to reach deeper inside your tight walls. you can hear his breathing getting ragged, the warmth of your pussy starting to get to him, and his hips stutter every few thrusts.

minho lets out a shaky moan, and you clench around him as tight as you can, beginning to grind your hips up against him for some added friction, while jisung finally regains control of himself, managing to restart shallow thrusts into your throat.

all the nerves in your body are alight once more, and you can feel the knot forming again. you continue moaning around jisung’s cock, and the vibrations are sending him hurtling towards another release of his own. you can tell that minho is also nearing his end, his breathing is heavy, his thrusts are getting sloppy. but he doesn’t want to be the first to finish. he slides one of his hands up your body, leaving goosebumps in his fingertips’ wake before reaching your neck. he wraps his hand around your throat, and jisung’s the first to feel it. he feels the way your throat envelops him tighter, and he lets out such a desperate whine before cumming down your throat without warning. you swallow around him, feeling the way his thick cum slides down the back of your throat. his legs shake when he steps away from you, and he’s quick to lay down on the bed beside you.

minho’s hand stays around your throat as he continues to thrust into you, and he rolls his hips expertly. you’re close, so damn close to your orgasm. but you need something more, anything more, and jisung and minho can both see that. they both know what to do, minho leaning down and bringing one of your nipples into his mouth, while jisung wraps his lips around the other.

they both work in tandem, almost in sync as their tongues flick and swirl over your buds and it’s mere moments before they have you right there, standing on the precipice of ultimate pleasure, teetering on the cliffside, so close that a small gust of wind could push you over. but you fall, of your own volition, into an earth-shattering orgasm.

your entire body moves on its own, writhing, trembling. your head is thrown back, eyes squeezed shut, legs shaking and twitching around minho’s torso. your back arches, your hips buck up and down over and over again. you’ve never had an orgasm so good, so exquisite, before. minho can tell from the way your walls grip his cock tighter than ever before, the way your mouth hangs open in a silent moan that just can’t seem to escape the confines of your throat.

the almost unbearable tightness of your pussy sends him over, triggering the orgasm that he’s been fending off for longer than he’d like to admit. you’re still lost in the pleasure, blissed out from the best orgasm of your life when minho releases inside you, painting your wall white. it’s only when you both have come down from your highs that both boys detach from your chest, jisung flopping back against the pillows while minho gently pulls out of you.

“you guys good?” minho asks, leaning back, propped up with his arms. you and jisung nod, happy smiles on both your faces. “good, then i’ll go grab us some water.”

he slowly stands up, catching his breath before heading out of the room. you use the moment to quickly go to the bathroom to clean yourself up. and by the time you return to the bedroom, minho is already there, two glasses of water in his hands and one more in jisung’s. minho hands one to you as you sit back down on the bed. it’s not until you drink the cool liquid that you realise just how much your throat aches. it’s faced a lot of use over the course of the session, but you know a scratchy throat is only temporary.

“i really liked your outfits,” minho says, breaking the comfortable silence that had settled in the room.

“thank you,” you and jisung say in unison. you both giggle before you continue.

“i bought them months ago and started to give up hope that they’d even show up.”

“then it’s a really good thing they did because they just might get a lot of use,” minho replies, smiling. “did you both have fun?”

“of course! it was really good,” jisung responds first.

“yeah, i really enjoyed it,” you say.

“i’m glad.” minho grins wider, happy that you both enjoyed it. it always makes him happy to know you both had fun. “what shall we do now? get in the hot tub or watch a movie?”

“who says we can’t do both? hot tub and then a movie,” jisung says.

“i second that motion,” you add.

“alrighty then,” minho replies. “then that’s what we’ll do.”

all three of you make your ways out of the bedroom, stopping to grab a towel each on the way to the backyard. and as you all reach the hot tub, jisung and minho both pulling back the cover, you’re just excited to sink into the nice hot water with both of your loving boyfriends.

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one-boring-person · 3 years

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Hey again! I know I just asked for one and I don’t wanna be bothersome, but I saw that Raymond Tango is on your list and I was hoping I could get an imagine with him and maybe Gabriel Cash as well?

Something like the reader works at the prison where they end up and helps them out when they’re jumped? Or whatever scenario you can think of 😁 Please add a lot of flirting if you can

I actually watched Tango and Cash and the Expendables because of your imagines 😆 And I’ll probably keep discovering more awesome movies thanks to you!

I also had an idea for Rambo where the fireworks on the 4th of July trigger his ptsd and the reader is there to comfort him? (It was Canada Day today so there were fireworks in my hometown to celebrate and I got the idea for it 🤷🏼‍♀️)

Thank you so very much!!! 💕

I'm really sorry for the wait, but I hope you like this!😊❤

Tip-Off.

Ray Tango x reader x Gabe Cash (Tango and Cash)

Warnings: injury, swearing, mention of violence, mention of gun use

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Finally, I manage to fling the door open, the thick metal clanging loudly as it slams against the wall, announcing my arrival to the room behind it. Gritting my teeth, I crash through it, yelling out to the inmates I know are gathered there, my standard handgun held at the ready. I hate to use it, but I know very well that many of the people turning to face me won't move unless threatened by something a little more dangerous.

The room is lit with a drab light, keeping most of the thugs' faces cast in shadow as they turn towards me, shouts of surprise and panic filling the air. As if startled by a ghost, the lot of them suddenly retreat into the darkness, doors banging open and shut around the perimeter, many of them cursing loudly as they clear out. Frowning, I move further into the room, shouting at them hoarsely, my head rotating quickly to make sure I'm not being ambushed by any of them. Thankfully or not, they disappear quickly, leaving me alone in the deserted area with two familiar people hanging by their necks from the ceiling above large troughs of water. Upon closer inspection, I notice that the water is electrified, a sparking cable lying a metre or so away.

"Hey, hey, what's going on?! Don't just leave us hanging here, kill us or let us down! You shitbrains!" I groan in realisation as I notice exactly who is hanging from the ceiling, the two captives facing away from me.

"Are those my only options, or would you rather I tried to get you down?" I call out to the only one of them who is actually moving, walking round to face them.

"Huh? Who're you?" It's Raymond Tango, the one still writhing on his hook. His partner, Gabriel Cash, hangs listlessly, head drooped, blood dripping from his lip.

"The reason you're still alive." I frown, tapping Cash's foot.

"Oh, it's you. Feel like helping me down?" Ray stares at me, fear still bright in his eyes as he shifts in his bindings.

"Don't sound too grateful. I just saved your ass." I roll my eyes, but move to start helping him.

Going closer, I ignore the dark-haired man's expectant expression, bowing so that I can heave the troughs of water out of the way, first. It isn't easy: the containers weigh tonnes, their contents sloshing all over the place as I brace my shoulder against the battered steel, muscles straining to dislodge them. A grating screech sounds from the base of the troughs as they rasp along the hard ground, but I eventually manage to get them clear, panting by the time they're significantly out of the way.

"Ok, this is probably gonna hurt a bit." I warn Ray, before going over to the knots at the end of the ropes holding them up.

"What is- argh!" The detective yelps in surprise as he drops unceremoniously from the ceiling, landing with a thud on the cold stone floor.

I leave Gabe's line for now, going over to help Ray up as he rolls onto his side, groaning in pain. Untying him, I check him over for any particularly bad wounds.

"Couldn't you have done that a little less painfully?" Ray grumbles as he moves to sit upright, wiping away blood from his nose, groaning.

"Sorry, next time I'll bring a mattress." I roll my eyes again, "You'll live. Now help me with Cash."

"Can't we just leave him there? He makes quite a nice light fixture." Ray jokes dryly, climbing wearily to his feet.

Shooting him a pointed look, I try to ignore the small spike in my pulse as I regard the dishevelled detective, not for the first time admiring his chiselled good-looks. Swallowing down the idle thoughts, I move back to the end of Gabe's line.

"Catch him, will you?" I tell Ray, loosening the knot, Cash's limp body dropping ever so slightly as I do so.

"The lump'll crush me!" He complains, but goes to stand underneath him anyway, reaching up to brace Cash's thighs with a grimace.

"You know, your jibes would have much more effect if he were awake." I smile wryly.

Ray doesn't say anything, but sends me a quick smirk anyway, knowing I'm right.

Turning away, I untie the knot completely, looking back to see Cash fall onto Tango, his torso rocking precariously as the latter struggles to hold him up. Rushing over, I reach out, arms outstretched as the two start to fall, Gabe landing heavily in my grip, throwing us all to the floor. We land heavily, a dull pain erupting in my back from the impact.

Winded, I lie there, Gabe on my chest, Ray on his rival's stomach, breathing heavily as we try to recover. Against me, Gabe shifts slightly, moaning in his unconsciousness, making me force myself to sit upright, his head now in my lap, Ray still trying to catch his breath on his back. Looking down at the man on my thighs, I brush aside some hair from his face, swiping away a little blood from his lip, glancing up to see Ray staring at me, jaw tight. Confused, I go to say something, my brow cocked, only to stop when a pained voice trickles up from between us.

"This isn't what I expected from the afterlife." Gabe murmurs, eyes barely open as he gazes up at me, licking his dry lips.

"Don't get ahead of yourself, Cash." Ray jumps in, pushing himself back up.

Frowning, Gabe lifts his head, opening his mouth to speak, before closing it again, the sharp response clearly struggling to materialise.

"Come on, let's get you untied." I chuckle, moving to shift out from under the detective in my lap.

Gabe groans, whining as I roll him over, Tango reaching over to loosen the knots of his ties. Once free, he lazily tries to return to his original position, only to complain when he finds out I've moved. Now standing, I look down at the two with a fading smile, quickly becoming serious as I think back over the gravity of the situation. The two notice, joining me in standing, Gabe rapidly adjusting his clothes as Ray wipes blood from his lip.

"Whoever set you guys up has a serious problem with you two." I muse, scratching my chin in consternation.

"Wait, you believe us?" Ray sounds surprised, his rival regarding me with a similar expression.

"About what?"

"The setup."

Glancing at him, I tilt my head.

"Yeah, of course. What, you thought I was one of the bribed guards? After all the tip-offs I gave you both?" I shake my head in exasperation.

"Pretty dumb, if you ask me, Tango." Cash comments, smirking as he runs a hand through his hair, betraying his nerves.

"And who didn't listen to the tip-offs?" I tease him, grinning as Ray sends him a pointed look.

"Hey, I've had a lot on my mind!" Gabe protests, before he conspiratorially rakes his gaze over me, "A certain someone in particular."

Blushing, I wave him off, muttering a quick "behave" before gesturing for the two detectives to follow after me.

"You're disgusting, you know that?" Ray hisses to Gabe as they limp along behind me, a scoff following this as we reach the door I came through.

"And you think you're better? Come on, man, I've seen you staring at her when she does her rounds. Your cellmate practically has to wipe the drool from your chin."

"I'm not deaf, you know." I sigh, leading them into a side room, where a desk and few chairs have been pushed to the wall, a couple of pieces of equipment sat neatly where I left them.

The two men enter behind me, frowning at the sight of the small room, confused by its purpose. Naturally, Gabe is quick to recover and goes straight to one of the chairs, sitting down and leaning back in it, head tilted back so that his mane of golden hair falls down between his shoulder blades. Ray eyes him disdainfully, only to take a seat near him, running a hand through his own hair, muscular arms flexing as he does so. It's a struggle for me to keep my eyes averted from them both as I go to the table in the centre and take out my first aid kit, opening it to check inside.

"Ok, who's first?" I finally look up at them both, my cheeks warming up as I am met with two intense stares, neither looking away as I make eye contact.

"I'll go!" Gabe interrupts Ray before he can speak, hopping up and coming over to me, leeching on the table with a grin.

Shaking my head, I take some gauze and start to clean out the worst wounds he received, which I soon find are not particularly bad, so I move to check that he's not concussed at all. Removing a small penlight from my keys, I hold it up to his face, placing a finger under his chin to level his head properly.

"Ok, stare straight ahead." I tell him, not quite realising why he's smirking until I realise that he's decided to stare straight at me, blue eyes fixed on mine. Shaking my head, I once more ignore the blush on my cheeks as I check if his eyes are dilating properly, quickly moving to check his response as I move my hand in front of his face. Thankfully he seems to be ok, everything working as it should be.

"All done." I tell him, placing the penlight down on the desk beside him, glancing back up in time to see him leaning in. Surprised, I have no time to react before he's pressed a quick kiss to my cheek, the blonde smirking as he hops off the bench, eyes glittering mischievously.

Ray makes a sound of disapproval, glaring at Gabe as his rival steps past, muscles tensed up as he tries to fight back the (very) obvious jealousy. Quickly, he takes Cash's place on the table, looking at me gratefully as I start cleaning up the wound on his head. His dark eyes don't leave mine the entire time, unnerving me a little.

"So what do we do now?" He eventually asks, voice low as I stand close to him to make sure the cut is properly dressed.

"You guys need to get out of here." I muse, chewing my lip as I work, "It's just how we're gonna do it that's difficult."

"We?" Gabe sounds hopeful, though I can hear a little jealousy in his tone. This confuses me, until I realise why: Ray has gently placed a hand on either side of my waist, most likely under the pretense that he needs a hold to ground himself.

"Y-Yeah, we. I don't think you two will make it out without help." I tell him, calming my nerves as my pulse picks up, swiping the gauze over Ray's head once more before taking up the penlight again.

"And you're offering? Won't that lose you your job?" Ray questions, surprised at what I've said.

I sigh, standing back upright once I've checked his eyes.

"If I get caught, yeah, it will. At least it'll be for good reason." I shrug, stepping back out of Ray's grip, somewhat reluctantly.

Taking advantage of this, Gabe steps closer, placing a reassuring hand on my lower back. Unused to this kind of affection, I look up at him, expression somewhat blank as he speaks.

"You're sure about that?" He queries, searching my face for hesitation.

"Yeah, I am. What happened to you two wasn't fair, so I think it's good if you get your revenge." I nod firmly, glancing back at Ray, who smiles at me, "Look, I'll come up with a plan as soon as I can. For now, you two need to try and stay alive."

"Easier said than done." Ray murmurs, but agrees nonetheless.

"For you, we will." Gabe teases, tapping my chin with a grin.

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captains-writing-desk · 3 years

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From Heaven and Hell

Universe: Harry Potter

Character: Severus Snape

Type: F!Reader insert

Words: 2,724

Prompt: Dude, Dude- I love your Snape works! ❤❤ Could you please do a Snape x Prof Reader where she is the hot new teacher and everyone gossips about her or sum? She's like a major flirt too so she flirts with Snape a lot. Eventually with the gossip and flirting he finally admits he likes her? Can end smutty or fluffy- surprise us! Thank you! Keep being awesome!

Note: I’ve done my best to research locations, layouts etc. But I’ve discovered a lot of contradictory information, so this is all going to go how I want it to go. No nit picking please

Guys. I’ve been gone for so long. I’m in such a rut, I feel so uninspired all the time. Sorry for the LONG wait. 💔

Something was happening and if anyone could find out, it would be one Professor Severus Snape. He had a nose for sniffing out trouble like a bloodhound and boy what a nose it was. He made a sweep of all the corridors on his lunch time stroll but everything seemed to be in relative order until he noticed the regular bustling noise that filled the corridors and the sound of the outdoors seemed to dissipate and compress into whispers. Then he noticed students had started to lean over the sides of the stone bannisters and other students on the grounds were looking in the same direction. How curious. He tried to peer over their heads but he was unsuccessful so headed to one of the sets of steps down to the grounds. He made it precisely 2.3 steps down when his purposeful stride immediately dissipated and the last 0.7 steps was spent holding onto the stone wall to balance himself as his body somewhat stuttered and moved itself to one side.

“Thank you.” You smiled and brushed lightly against him as you ascended the steps he had just taken. Severus’ gaze followed you lazily until you disappeared up the corridor, then his body snapped into action and went to catch up with you which proved more difficult with students blocking his path after they cleared space for you.

When he finally had caught up to you, you were being ushered away by Minerva and he had to leave it at that for now. Though he could not see you anymore, you certainly were fresh in his mind and did a good job occupying it for the rest of the day and apparently most of the students’ too. Severus had to interrupt no end of conversations and gossip about who this mysterious stranger was and how ‘easy on the eyes’ you were.

Severus had lost his train of thought so much that day that it never even crossed his mind that you were the new Arithmancy professor until the headmaster was announcing it to the students. He stared for a moment with his mouth slightly agape and clapped slowly, off beat with anybody else’s applause. He despised the fact that you had him stumbling over himself, well before even knowing your name.

Once dinner was over he watched you leave the hall before making his own move. The eyes that followed you did not go unnoticed by him either as he grit his teeth and walked faster, despite wanting to make sure you left first so he would not encounter you again.

“..No, no. It’s not important to our studies, just a preference but it can’t be helped!” He heard your voice then the headmaster bidding you goodnight as he approached the large doors out to the entrance hall. He peered around the frame and all seemed clear so he confidently strode to the dungeons entrance only he came to pause at the top of the steps and felt the need to look up the stairs, something was different which made his eyes narrow instinctively as he crept quietly to the bottom of the ascending stairs. He almost jumped when your own narrowed eyes appeared from the darkness.

“You.” He stated in no particular manner which amused you a little.

“It is me, yes.” You folded your arms and leant against the wall for a moment, “..and you are?”

“Severus Snape.” He remained fairly neutral in expression and tone until you started descending towards him, then he seemed a little startled as you held your hand out to him, repeating the name he had already committed to memory.

“So, Severus. You’re the reason I can’t have the dungeons for myself.” You resumed your stance leaning on the wall again.

“I suppose I am.” He responded in a more Snape friendly tone as the edge had been taken off.

“I was rather looking forwards to all the devilish little things I could get away with down there. Dancing with the devil perhaps.” Severus was too busy processing what any of that could insinuate to respond. “Well, I’ll try not to bother you too much but I may need some local knowledge from you at some point. Feel free to visit me in heaven sometime.” You winked then laughed at yourself, a terrible joke really but the tease of it worked enough.

“Of course.” He raised his brow, wondering what was with all the biblical crap, though judging by the smirk on your face, his expression had meant something else to.

“I look forward to your visit, Goodnight for now, Severus.” Shit. It meant acceptance of the invitation.

“Good night.” He mumbled back and watched you disappear up the stairs as you lit your way with your wand. He couldn’t help but notice how literal your heaven and hell joke seemed as he watched the white light fade, then glanced down his own set of steps before him, taking in the reddish hue of candles and torches. He shook himself from his thoughts and descended the steps to hell.

The next morning after breakfast, Severus found himself once again stood at the bottom of your stairs just being captivated by you and the conversation you were both having.

“Sir-” one of his students attempted to speak to him as they walked by but was cut off by the famous glare.

“Wait downstairs.” He instructed and returned to you with a softer gaze.

“Have I distracted you?” You laughed at his little interaction.

“I wouldn’t say so. I’ll be on time.” He reassured himself more than anyone.

“I shall try harder next time then.” You raised a brow suggestively then bid him a good morning and left him to go to his class.

Your little chats happened on a daily basis now, making good on your word to try harder to distract him and in the evenings they would run at great lengths and would always end when you asked if he wanted to come up rather than just sit around in the stairwell but he would always decline and retreat to his little cave. You wanted to make it your mission to get him into your room or vice versa, mainly for comfort but also it was just a more intimate setting but you weren’t going to force it. You enjoyed flirting with him and he never told you to stop or that he was uncomfortable but you weren’t just going to push through his boundaries like that.

Unbeknownst to you, he was rather hoping you would push his boundaries, although he didn’t quite realise that himself either, he would soon though. He would tell himself that you initiated everything and he merely listened and tolerated your company but he would now come face to face with the reality of the part he played.

It was after dinner one evening when you both walked back to those fateful stairs and he leant against the wall, preparing for a long conversation but you took a step up the stairs and turned to him.

“I’m afraid I’ve got a student coming in a moment so I can’t stay and chat tonight, you can always come knocking later if you want a late night chat though.” You winked at him, briefly noticing the disappointment in his eyes, then a glint of something like panic before he mumbled that it was alright and that he would speak to you soon then he left. The panic was very odd, but the rest was a sign to you that he enjoyed your company at least.

Once he got back to the dungeons he sat himself at his desk and thought for a moment. He had panicked a little when he had left but it wasn’t necessarily bad but it was certainly new. The reason being was that he realised you had both been speaking for weeks, almost never missing a day but only for things you were both required to attend. As a result he hadn’t given any detentions or anything which was fairly unusual for him. No, it must be that the students finally learned how to behave. That’s what he told himself anyway but his students were going to make him think again the next day.

He was running late after talking to you that morning, not that he would admit to it but he took his time getting to his classroom, especially when he heard the mention of your name from inside so he paused to listen.

“Merlin, what I wouldn’t do for that woman!” He heard one student say.

“Arithmancy is easy-ish right? I could get into that class.” Another asked but was scoffed at and told it wasn’t exactly easy.

“You seen the way she flirts with Snape? Not only is she stunning but she flirts- albeit questionable- with Snape which keeps him out of our hair.”

“You’re right! None of us have had detention in weeks, he’s the late one now AND if you ask me, I think he doesn’t want to give us detention because he wants his evening free for her. I bet you anything that those two are fuc-“ That conversation came to an abrupt end when Severus practically flew into the room which stunned everyone into silence. He had to put an end to what he was hearing for his own sake but he was too embarrassed about it to confront them so went about his lesson but he knew as soon as it was over he had a lot of mulling over to do. In fact, he barely left his room all day which didn’t worry you but it wasn’t half boring without him to talk to all day.

Almost a week it had lasted. His little phase of barely leaving his room and any chats you usually had had come to a stop. Maybe you’d pushed him too far, or perhaps he had come to realise he couldn’t be bothered to put up with your incessant chatting anymore.

You watched one morning as he walked in front of you yet again rather than beside you then disappeared down into his dungeons, You sighed and went to ascend your own staircase.

“Professor.” The voice of a student behind you interrupted your thoughts rather abruptly, he was no student of yours.

“Yes?” You smiled welcomingly, opening yourself up to any conversation this child wanted to have with you as they shifted nervously before you.

“Do you think you could start talking to Professor Snape again? I know I’m out of line here but he isn’t the same and when you did speak to him he was much nicer than before but now he just seems... off. It’s unsettling to tell you the truth.” You almost laughed at the cheek of the child but they said it so innocently and with genuine concern that you stifled a laugh and chuckled lightly instead.

“I’ll do my best. Now hurry along or you’ll be late.” You continued chuckling to yourself as you carried on up the stairs, wondering if you should take his advice.

Later that evening you stood at the top of the stairs, staring down into the darkness before forcing yourself down them. You reached his door and knocked before you could even contemplate doing it. You waited longer than you should have before trying again after there was no response but once again, nothing. You turned to leave and thought perhaps you should wait for him for a few minutes in case he was preoccupied somewhere else for a moment so you made yourself comfortable on the bottom step.

Still, he never returned and you gave up, thinking you would try again tomorrow. Walking back up you were consumed with just how boring everything was without him to help occupy your time. Sure, you had things to get on with but there were little gaps in the day now that felt so empty. Just before you reached the ground between the two staircases, purgatory if you were to run with the biblical themes you had going on for some reason, he came into view. He was coming down from the tower you resided in and for a moment, you both just stared at eachother, frozen.

“Just the man I was looking for.” You broke silence first, opting for your usual flirtatious inflection.

“I am?” He forced in a innocence to his tone.

“Yes. What were you doing up there?” You addressed the elephant in the room.

“I was looking for you. I waited a little while. What were you looking for me for?” He folded his arms and raised his brows, pushing the interrogation back onto you.

“Well,” So he wanted to play that game huh, “I’ve been awfully bored as of recent and you’ve been avoiding me all week. So, I thought why not entertain myself with bothering you for a while.” Alright, that was the real elephant in the room and he knew it.

“Ah,” His eyes were downcast for a moment as he briefly contemplated, “Why don’t you come down with me then and bother me for the evening.” He closed the gap between you and paused just before you with his arm gesturing down the stairs as an invitation.

“I just bloody climbed these stairs.” You groaned but turned around and started walking anyway.

Once inside, he got you both a drink and sat with you to have one of those conversations he was so used to having with you but before that could start, you had to know whether he even wanted to.

“Severus.”

“Yes?” He shifted uncomfortably at the seriousness of your tone.

“Don’t misunderstand me when I say I do enjoy bothering you and talking to you but do you tolerate my babbling or do you actually enjoy my company?” You found yourself unable to look at him as he took a moment to think, despite how direct the question was.

“I suppose I tolerate your babbling BECAUSE I enjoy your company. Although I wouldn’t call it babbling really.” That was a start.

“So you’ve just been busy this week and I’ve foolishly thought I’d done something?” You looked at him now, apologetically with what you had insinuated.

“Well, I’ve been busy thinking about something you’ve done.” He put a great deal of thought into what he was saying and it still came out like that? Your eyes narrowed.

“You’re being very cryptic.” You stated plainly and he sighed lightly.

“Truthfully, I’ve been thinking about you. You’ve managed to keep this hold over me which I’m not totally unfamiliar with but it’s still new to me, especially with the way it affects me. It’s been... difficult to come to terms with.” He took a shaky breath and waited for your response as he stared at your hands. He watched them reach out to his own hands before looking you in the eye.

“I know exactly how you feel.” You smiled reassuringly.

“However, I do need to take things slow. In regards to processing what it all is.” He was still on edge.

“It doesn’t have to be anything you know, just see what happens.” You offered.

“I know, but it is something. I’m just in unfamiliar territory.” He had colour in his cheeks now as he waited for your delayed response.

“So no dancing with the devil yet then?” You cocked your brow and he visibly relaxed.

“Well.. I wouldn’t say that.”

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jimlingss · 3 years

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O SHOOT REQUESTS !!! ill take my chances and ask for a zombie apocalypse or pirate au ft. hoseok 👀 i couldnt choose between the two aus and im hoseok biased but i can honestly see any member so do as who u see fit. i will not let my pairing/au choice limit the authors talent 😤 and i dont doubt anything from you will satisfy. and pshhh,, where are my manners. please and thank u! love u 💛

↳ Crocodile Tears

1.8k || 98% Fluff, 2% Angst || Jung Hoseok || Pirate!AU

“Look what I nabbed, Cap’n.”

Gunner Taehyung’s grinning with all teeth, a golden chain wrapped around his fingers that’s so shiny it’s blinding with the sunlight. Hoseok’s intrigued and flips the locket in his hand. It’s heavy with a wild rose engraved on the front and once he pops it open, there’s a faded painted portrait of a young woman inside.

“It’s a booty, eh? Caught if off milady right over ‘ere.”

Hoseok hums and narrows his eyes on the wrench tied in rope sitting amongst the captives. Your face is dirtied, hair drawn in a bun at your crown but with many strands fallen around your face. Your gown rat’s coloured, dull gray. You are entirely unremarkable. Like any other peasant.

But it’s not often captives have something of value on them.

“Bring her to my cabin.”

“Aye, aye.”

The ship sets sail again. Taehyung keeps the captives quiet with the threat of throwing them overboard while the cabin boy Jungkook swabs the poop deck. Helmsman Seokjin mans the helm with navigator Namjoon by his side. The ship’s heading to dock at Port Galigeo to get a pretty penny for all the loot and treasures they’ve gotten after four months’ voyage.

Once steep waters are reached and everything’s been taken care of, Hoseok resumes to his cabin. There, he finds you, sitting in the corner on the floorboards with tears in your eyes. You gasp as he enters and shuts the door.

“Please! Spare me!” you beg sorrowfully. “Let me go!”

“Why should I?” Hoseok tosses his hat onto his table and his coat to his rickety chair. You look so frightful, even when he’s still in his drawers and shirt, held together by the red sash.

He fiddles with the many golden rings across his fingers, a habit since he began his adventures, and he comes over to you. Hoseok’s boots are heavy against the floorboards, and he crouches down to meet your trembling eyes.

“I-I am just a peasant,” you sob. “I have nothing to give to you! My father is merely a farmer.”

“Oh? Then what be this here?” Hoseok dangles the priceless locket in front of you as the corner of his lip curls. It catches the light from the tiny window of the cabin and the gold gleams against your eyes, practically sparkling like a jewel.

Your eyes flicker from it to him, hiccuping and frame quivering like a damn leaf. “It’s my grandmother’s. She left it for me before she passed.”

Hoseok hums a low note. “An’ if this be your grandmother’s, how she pay for such a treasure? Unless she been a thief.”

Your downcast head shakes. “I don’t know, I don’t know.”

He pops the locket open before taking a good look at it. “This here be a portrait of you, isn’t it? You look different. Lavish. Like a noble’s daughter.”

“T-That isn’t me.”

“Then who?”

“I don’t know.”

There’s something rather pretty in the way tears drip down your cheeks, so soft and gentle like jewels of their own right. But Hoseok has seen many women, children and men cry. It’s nothing astonishing.

Hoseok smirks, a rush of air leaving his nose. “I’ve been cap’n of this ship for nearly a decade, dearest. I’ve held treasures you could only dream of, been in battles that nearly lost my leg, sailed ‘cross the seven seas with me mates. I know when a wrench lies.”

His eyes are narrowed in on yours. And Hoseok comes closer, hand lifting to grab a hold of your chin. But before he can, before he can blink or breathe — suddenly, you brandish a piece of glass against his exposed neck.

The ropes around you clatter to the ground. Hoseok feels the sharp edge of the glass digging into his skin, a moment away from nicking him and drawing blood. But more notably, your eyes are aflame. Your expression is dark and you’re scowling at him.

Gone is the fragile little girl weeping for mercy.

“Don’t come closer,” you warn in a low voice without a single tremble.

He leans back, but his gaze stays on yours. “You reckon you could kill me?”

“I wouldn’t hesitate.”

Hoseok’s mouth curls, grin stretching into his cheek. His interest is piqued. He knew there was more to you beneath the surface, and he’s happy you haven’t disappointed.

His hand latches onto your wrist to force your hand away. It's a battle of strength. One that he ultimately wins as the piece of glass goes clattering on the ground out of your reach. He sees it’s part of a broken bottle. But Hoseok’s much too put off guard and when your leg kicks out at him, he’s smacked square in the chin.

He grips it as he lands on his ass, sharply exhaling. But then he bursts into chuckles.

“You got some mean spirit in you, sweetheart.”

Unfortunately for you, Hoseok has far too much experience in combat and capture. Even if you try to kick, strike and even bite him, it’s not too difficult to get you tied into ropes again. Except this time, he makes sure to use his special knots and get you so wound up, no sharp edge could free you.

“Let me go, bastard!”

“Settle down. You’re only gettin’ yourself riled.” Hoseok crouches in front of you again and comes to wipe away the stray tear on your cheek with the pad of his thumb. You angrily scowl at him, chest rising and falling. Crying won’t get you far now, not when he knows they’re just crocodile tears. “Don’t get yourself worried about someone hurtin’ you. Everyone on this ship swears by our code, me included.”

You scoff. “As if I’d trust a pirate.”

Hoseok smirks. “If I wanted to hurt you, I would’ve done so already. It isn’t pleasin’ for me to force a girl like yourself either. Not when I have plenty o’ gold to play with a wrench at the dock. Now I suggest you behave or my Quartermaster’ll throw you overboard.”

“Then do it!” you shout at him with your entire body, only to flop over to the floorboards.

He grips the knob of the door and looks over his shoulder. “No. You’re too much of a treasure, sweetheart.”

The sun is falling over the horizon when Namjoon approaches. “Everything go well with the girl?”

Hoseok hums and turns with a glint in his eye. “Tell all hands to keep her separate.”

Port Galigeo is reached within two days time. The waters are calm without storms and the stars are clear at night. The sailing is smooth and so the docks are reached faster than ever before.

The men aboard are eager to sell the loot, to spend a few days ashore, spend nights at the brothel and replenish the rum. As follows, their steps are quick and they move the crates of jewels and tools to the harbour. Seokjin also takes care of the captives, leading them in a straight line off the gangplank to be sold.

“Cap’n! What ‘bout the beauty ‘ere.” Taehyung points to you.

Hoseok meets your eyes and you’re seething, glaring back at him. The corner of his mouth curls in amusement.

“Leave her. Tell the lad to watch over her till we return.” He points to Jungkook and Taehyung nods with an ‘aye, aye’.

Most of his crewmen take care of business, getting as much gold for the loot as possible. But Hoseok fiddles with your pendant in hand and heads to a jeweler. Said jeweler is an old man who quivers upon seeing him, Namjoon and Seokjin in his shop. He hides behind his table and cries, “Please! Spare me! Take what you must!”

Hoseok sighs. He doesn’t know why everyone thinks so badly of him. Maybe because he’s a pirate and he and his crew have pillaged countless. That’s fair, he supposes.

“Stop yer quivering,” Seokjin spews out, leaning against his table. “We need you to look at somethin’. Hurry before I steal your silver!”

Hoseok lifts your golden locket, letting it dangle from his hand.

The old man eventually slinks out when he realizes they won’t do anything, and he takes out his magnifying glass. He motions for him to bring it forward and Hoseok does. The old man hums, studying the locket before flipping it over in his hand. His thumb brushes against the wild rose engraving.

“Where did you get this from?” he asks.

“Don’t matter,” Namjoon says curtly.

Hoseok studies the man’s face and leans closer. “What is it?”

“It is a very valuable locket. I happen to recognize this symbol as well. It is the emblem of the Crochetta Kingdom.” He pops the locket open to the portrait of the young woman and looks up at Hoseok, clearing his throat. “I believe this locket belongs to the youngest princess of that kingdom. The runaway.”

Hoseok’s brow cocks.

The three of them leave in a hurry.

Seokjin’s eyes are glazed as his mouth starts to spew how Lady Luck is truly on their side, how they’ll be able to get their hands on a high ransom or sell you for countless riches. Namjoon is perplexed at how a princess like you managed to get here when Crochetta was countries away.

But Hoseok remains quiet. He doesn’t plan to trade you. He doesn’t ask questions.

He is entirely and wholly intrigued. Like never before.

“Blimey, the ship!” There’s a shout at the docks and Hoseok is torn from his thoughts. Taehyung has his hands in the air, cursing aloud. And Hoseok’s eyes trail from him to his ship that’s off the dock and disappearing over the horizon. “It’s sailing away!”

Seokjin is aghast. “How?!”

“Who’s still on?!” Hoseok shouts, looking around the dock to all his shocked men and their mouths drawn open big enough to catch flies.

“That girl,” Namjoon says, looking at the captain.

Hoseok tied you tightly, he made sure of it. Unless you freed yourself again. But it’s not possible that you lifted the anchor.

No. You must’ve cut the rope.

“Where’s Jungkook?”

At the same time, there’s a high-pitched shriek in the distance. All of the men are held to their spots on the docks as they watch a tiny figure in the horizon get pushed off the ship’s deck and then plopped into the waters.

There’s a loud splash.

You stole the ship.

Hoseok is quiet when his men turn to him. They don’t dare utter a single word, far too afraid their captain is boiling with anger. But what frightens them far more is when Hoseok suddenly bursts out into chortling laughter.

He laughs and grins as he watches his ship sail into the distance.

You were truly a treasure hard to find. He knew it when he saw you.

And now, he’ll just have to catch you again.

#bts fanfic #bts scenario #hoseok fanfic #hoseok fluff #hoseok reader insert #hoseok scenario #bts reader insert #bts drabble #bangtans-peaceful-piegon #Jimlings #let's goooo Hoseok as a hot sexy pirateee!!!

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Tomas and Rowe - Part 8

this chapter was a trial and a half to clean up but the support from you guys gave me the final boost i needed! youre all the best

also… no harm to people with eyebrow piercings. i personally really like them lmao. i just needed an example of something that would be considered a bit ‘out there’ in your typical boring office :’D

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CW: pet whump, dehumanisation, alcohol + descriptions of being drunk, swearing

‘’Ah, fuck,’’ muttered Tomas, his eyes hovering over the calendar pinned to the fridge with a magnet. Rowe looked up from where he was kneeling on a thin cushion- a compromise since he wouldn’t sit on the furniture.

‘’Master?’’

‘’You know when you get so used to seeing something that you stop really looking at it?’’ he said as he picked up the two freshly-made mugs of tea and walked over to Rowe, ‘’Turns out my old workmate is coming over for drinks tonight. Totally forgot.’’

He set Rowe’s mug on the floor beside him, looking over his shoulder at the paper he was writing on. ‘’Good work. That R is backwards though, watch out for that. Easy mistake to make.’’

‘’Th-thank you, Master, I’ll do better.’’

‘’You’re doing fine,’’ he said, patting his shoulder gently. Rowe flinched, as always, but only slightly. ‘’I’ll have to see what the booze situation in the fridge is. I hope I don’t have to go to the shop. I just made tea.’’

‘’Is he coming for food too, Master?’’

Tomas shook his head, looking at Rowe. What the fuck am I going to do with you tonight?

Ever since he had seen those cuts on Rowe, standing out against the myriad of fading bruises, scarring wounds and old burns, he hadn’t been able to let him out of his sight for very long. Luckily, Rowe hadn’t noticed anything out of the ordinary. Tomas supposed it was perfectly natural to keep your Pet near you, ready to submit to any command or punishment demanded of them.

‘’Nah. If it’s alright, Rowe, I’d like you to stay downstairs while he’s visiting. I might need you.’’

…

Master wants to show me off, thought Rowe proudly. Finally, this was something he understood. He was trusted to entertain Master and his friend! This was a chance to prove what a good Pet he could be.

‘’Of course, Master.’’

‘’You don’t mind?’’

Master Tomas asked the strangest things sometimes, Rowe thought. Not that he would ever dare question his Master. But he didn’t understand the point of asking for his opinion like it mattered. Still, he was good at giving the right answer and making Master happy.

‘’No, Master.’’

Sure enough, he smiled, and gave Rowe another pat on the shoulder. Rowe tried not to squirm too much- Master couldn’t have known that he was touching Rowe right where Kasia had cut him, and the pain was a good reminder that no matter how happy Master seemed with him, he wasn’t to get complacent. He did his best to smile back, and Master looked even happier.

When his old master hosted parties, it was always understood that Rowe would serve everyone present. Anyone was able to give him orders, regardless of whether or not his master was in the room. He could only assume it would be the same here.

After they’d eaten, Master went upstairs to ‘get himself looking presentable’, as he described it, and Rowe tidied up. Catching himself in the mirror by the staircase, Rowe swept his hair out of his eyes and brushed down his shirt with his hands like he’d seen Master Tomas do on occasions. Master’s friend was due any moment, so Rowe settled himself down at the back of the room, and focused on being blank, obedient, and well-behaved.

Out of the corner of his eye, Rowe could see Master straightening his shirt one last time before going to open the front door. He heard various pleasantries being exchanged, and the door clicking shut.

Rowe wouldn’t dare look up, but he couldn’t ignore the way the footsteps suddenly stopped as Adam entered the house.

‘’So what have I missed since y- whoa, you have a Pet?’’

‘’I- uh,’’ Master began. Rowe’s eyebrows twitched. He didn’t mean to eavesdrop, but it was impossible to ignore when it was the only sound he could hear. ‘’Not really, I mean, okay, I might have. He’s not really a Pet, per se, I mean, he’s-‘’

‘’Mate, that is obviously a Pet. Don’t be embarrassed!’’

Master sighed. ‘’Okay, yeah, I’ve got a Pet.’’

Was Master ashamed of him? He shouldn’t have even listened, but something in him sank nonetheless. A pair of feet appeared on the floor before him, and then a hand grabbed his cheek, pulling his face up. He kept his eyes on the ground meekly as Adam looked him over, turning his face side to side.

‘’A real-life Pet. Never thought you were the type, Tomas.’’ Adam peered over Rowe’s shoulder. ‘’Err… no collar? He must be, uh, well trained.’’

His voice was heavy in sarcasm and questioning, and Rowe felt like he’d done something really, really, bad.

‘’He is.’’ Master Tomas said. A warning, Rowe thought to himself. He didn’t need to be told twice. He wouldn’t do anything to upset his owner on an important night.

‘’How on Earth did you afford one? Is it second-hand?’’

‘’Yeah. It was an- uh, impulse decision. I bought him off Kasia.’’

‘’That lowlife?’’ Rowe could practically see Adam’s raised eyebrow in his tone.

‘’Hey, he’s my friend!’’

‘’Come on, Tomas, we’ve all heard the rumours. He could well have sold you a defect.’’

‘’Don’t be rude. And don’t call him a defect,’’ Master Tomas gestured to Rowe, and it took everything in him to not flinch. Tonight was a test, he reminded himself. ‘’He’s right there.’’

There was a pause, and Rowe’s eyes flicked up just enough to see Adam giving Master a very disrespectful look.

‘’It’s only a Pet, mate. You’re spending too much time indoors if you think it’s gonna get hurt feelings.’’

‘’Whatever.’’ Rowe was probably mistaken, he was only a Pet after all, but something in Master’s voice sounded… shaky.

Adam laughed, and tightened his grip on Rowe’s face. ‘’Hey. You’re not listening, are you, Pet?’’

Rowe shook his head desperately, wishing the attention would shift onto something, anything else. He could feel Master’s eyes on him. Adam released his grip and patted Rowe’s cheek roughly.

‘’Go and sit down, Adam.’’

‘’Don’t have to tell me twice. I’ve been looking forward to getting some drinks in me.’’

‘’Yes, yes, hint taken. Coming right up,’’ Master laughed tightly. Rowe dropped his head back down, but Master’s feet lingered in front of him for a few seconds. Long enough that a prickle of fear ran through him. What? What is it? What have I done wrong? Is Master displeased? Do I look ugly? Is that why Master is ashamed of me? I’m not a defect, I promise. Please don’t throw me out.

Eventually, all Master did was ruffle Rowe’s hair, and walk over to join Adam.

…

The night drew on, and the neat lines of empty bottles by the sofa grew longer, and wonkier. Tomas’s head felt ten times as heavy as he slumped back, holding his newly-finished bottle of cider upside down in triumph. Adam cheered and quickly finished up his lager, clinking the two bottles together and messily trying to line them up with the rest on the floor.

‘’What else have I missed at the office?’’

‘’Ahhh…’’ Adam grunted as he thought. ‘’Georgie pierced Dennis’s eyebrow after he lost a bet.’’

‘’Oh my god.’’

‘’He looks awful!’’ Adam cried with far too much force. He fell back laughing at his own loudness, reaching for another bottle but grabbing thin air. ‘’Wuh- got any more beers mate?’’

‘’I….. think so?’’

‘’Pet!��’ Adam shouted suddenly. Tomas would have jumped if he wasn’t so drunk. Rowe appeared by Adam’s side, dropping to his knees once more. Adam batted a hand around in annoyance. ‘’Don’t bother kneeling mate, you’re just about to get back up again.’’

‘’Sir?’’ Rowe asked evenly. Tomas watched Adam warily.

‘’More beers.’’

Rowe nodded and rose gracefully. Adam turned to Tomas as he left and snorted.

‘’Its not bad, I’ll give that to you. I wish people at work called me sir.’’

‘’He’s not an ‘it’,’’ Tomas mumbled, rolling his eyes.

‘’Huh?’’ said Adam, leaning in. Before Tomas could answer, though, Rowe returned with two bottles in his hands. Tomas faltered. He knew the opinion people like Adam held on ‘Pet libbers’. Some people even considered trying to treat a Pet like a human akin to abuse. Went against their ‘natural role’, apparently. Tomas thought it was a load of shit.

‘’I said people at work call you a thick bastard,’’ said Tomas, reaching over Adam to grab the drinks from Rowe, nodding at him while he did so. Rowe retreated back to the corner of the room. Adam grinned at Tomas’s joke and playfully snatched the lager from Tomas.

‘’Well they’re about to start calling you… fucking… Pet having wanker,’’ slurred Adam, howling and fumbling with the bottle opener.

‘’Fuck you,’’ Tomas laughed, wagging a finger at him. ‘’One more crack outta you sunshine and I’ll give you an eyebrow piercing.’’

Adam snorted and the two of them fell about. Adam’s head slumped to the side, and he suddenly sat straight up.

‘’Where’s your Pet gone?’’

‘’Out of our way, idiot.’’

‘’Dude, I never even thought I’d see a Pet. At least let me have a bit of fun with it.’’

‘’What does that mean?’’

Adam ignored him. ‘’Pet!’’ he called, trying unsuccessfully to snap his fingers. Rowe again appeared and knelt among the discarded bottles.

‘’You’re drunk,’’ Tomas groaned.

‘’So are you. And I wanna put my feet up.’’

Rowe complied without hesitation. He got on his hands and knees in front of Adam, keeping his back straight and not making a sound as Adam roughly slung his legs over him.

‘’Wow, he already knew what I wanted. I bet you do this shit all the time,’’ Adam said, raising the bottle to his face. Tomas looked between Adam and Rowe. He knew Rowe’s back was still healing from the wounds his old owner had given him. Should he say something? Rowe’s face didn’t betray any pain- he looked blank, and calm, and Tomas considered how humiliated he might be if Tomas tried to step in and protect him. He’d take it as his Master not thinking he’s useful.

‘’He just-‘’ Tomas mirrored Adam, taking a drink, although his head was beginning to pound and his eyes kept closing by themselves. ‘’He mostly just helps with chores and stuff.’’

‘’Are you for real? I thought the whole point of a Pet was that you didn’t have to do any chores.’’

‘’A Pet does whatever their Master wants,’’ slurred Tomas, unsticking his lip from the inside of the bottle neck. ‘’And I want him to just- fuckin’- help.’’

‘’I’ve wanted to ask this all night,’’ Adam interjected suddenly, ‘’and now I’m drunk enough to.’’ He rolled onto his side, his feet still weighing on Rowe, and pointed his lager at Tomas. ‘’Do you- oh, I’m so embarrassed- do you torture it real bad like those people on the news? Cause, listen, no judgement if you do, I actually have a lot of stuff annoying me and it seems like a great way to get it off your chest, so…’’

Tomas grimaced. ‘’I do not.’’

‘’Alright, alright, I figured you weren’t like that. You’re a diplomatic guy.’’ Adam leant forward and slapped Rowe’s head roughly. ‘’You’re a lucky mutt! Now, let’s have another drink.’’

Adam dragged his feet off Rowe’s back to let him get up, while his latest empty bottle rolled along the floor. Tomas glanced at the clock. It was two in the morning.

‘’Here, are you tir-‘’ he was cut off as Rowe, on his walk back to Adam, caught his foot on a rogue bottle and fell crashing to the ground, the bottle in his hand smashing and beer foaming everywhere. Tomas and Adam staggered to their feet, Tomas pushing past him to pick Rowe up off the floor. He almost fell over himself; standing up suddenly had made him realise just how drunk he was. He could hardly see as he held Rowe’s elbow and lifted him up.

‘’Rowe, you good? Did any of the glass cut you?’’

‘’N-no, I’m s-s-so sorry M-Master-‘’

‘’Butterfingers!’’ howled Adam, delighted. ‘’That is gonna be a bitch to clean up. Cute nickname too. Rowe? You’re soft as hell.’’

‘’He’s hardly got butterfingers you pisshead, my whole floor is covered in bottles. I’d like to see you not trip.’’

‘’Calm down,’’ scoffed Adam, now satisfied that Rowe didn’t have any exciting injuries. He sat back down heavily. ‘’How’re you gonna punish it?’’

‘’Ugh, fuck off.’’

‘’I’m serious, mate. There’s glass everywhere.’’

Tomas’s head was ringing, his vision was blurry at best and he was pretty sure he was going to throw up.

‘’Why are you so keen to get involved?’’

‘’Because frankly Tomas you’re acting like a fuckin’ wetwipe,’’ Adam snapped, ‘’I mean, Christ, I’ll do it if you can’t.’’

Tomas had hoped Adam wouldn’t reach the point in the night where the booze made him aggressive. There was no way he was letting him hurt Rowe. An idea came to him. He knew it was a bad idea. But he was so drunk, and so desperate to sleep, that he couldn’t think of any other option.

‘’Oh I’m going to punish him alright,’’ he slurred. Rowe froze under his grip. He led him away from the glass, to the clear floor behind the sofa. ‘’I just didn’t know if you wanted to stay or not.’’

‘’Mas-Master, I-I-I’m sorry, I’m s-s-orry, please f-forgive me-‘’

‘’Be quiet, Rowe,’’ he said firmly. Rowe fell silent with a whimper.

‘’Pfft. You said you don’t torture your Pet.’’

‘’I said I don’t-‘’ Tomas fumbled with his words, ‘’-I said I don’t do it to let off steam. Rowe, take your shirt off.’’

Adam’s smile faltered as he saw the state of Rowe’s chest. Tomas tried to ignore the way Rowe was quivering below him. So there are more cuts, he noted hazily. I will deal with that….later.

‘’Turn around. Let Adam see your whip marks.’’

Rowe obeyed and Adam’s face fell.

‘’What the fuck?’’

Tomas pushed Rowe as gently as he could and Rowe sank to his knees immediately.

‘’I think I’ll find the biggest shard of glass that he just smashed and reopen some of these cuts here,’’ Tomas said, staring hard at Adam. He took a fistful of Rowe’s hair, trying his best not to yank it too hard, guiding Rowe’s head back. He could see the whites of his eyes as stared up at him in terror. ‘’You’re lucky I’m too drunk to take my belt off,’’ Tomas said to him. ‘’Since I can’t whip you, I’ll have to improvise. Adam, you got a lighter?’’

Adam didn’t answer. He stood up, taking a shaky step backwards.

‘’No lighter? No problem. I can just turn the hob on and hold his arm over it. Can’t I?’’ he let Rowe’s hair go and he bowed his head forward, trembling. ‘’Can’t I, Rowe?’’

‘’Y-yes, Master,’’ Rowe whimpered.

‘’You’re fucked up,’’ Adam said.

‘’You said it yourself, mate, that’s gonna buh- be a bitch to clean up. So you staying to watch or not?’’

‘’Fuck that. It’s late. I’m off.’’

Adam grabbed his coat and left without another word. Tomas watched him leave, then stumbled to the front door and locked it behind him.

‘’Thank fuck he’s gone.’’

He grabbed a bottle of water and gulped it down desperately. He would have given anything to just pass out, but the thought of leaving Rowe as he was didn’t even cross his mind. Looking over, he saw how hard he was trembling. His eyes were tightly shut, and he was still kneeling obediently with his arms behind his back. He looked achingly vulnerable.

‘’Rowe-‘’ he started, walking towards him. At the sound of his voice Rowe cried out, collapsing onto the floor with his hands propping him up. As Tomas drew closer, he weakly pulled himself away. It broke his heart to see him so scared. ‘’Rowe, it’s okay, I-‘’ oh god, he was so drunk. Rowe scrambled away from him until he was curled in the corner on the room, his knees tucked up under his chin and his arms hiding his face. Shit.

‘’Rowe, Rowe, I know how that sounded, but please listen,’’ he began, knowing there was no way in Hell Rowe was in any state to listen to reason. Rowe only curled further into himself when Tomas sat down beside him.

‘’I-I’m so- s-so sorry, Mas-Master, I’m s-sorry p-p-please forgive me, pl-please f-forgive me it w-will never happen ag- again I swear, I swear Master, I’m s-sorry, please I’m so sorry…’’ he whimpered, his voice barely audible.

‘’Rowe,’’ he said weakly. Rowe whined in fear and Tomas had never felt more inequipped to handle him. He felt like someone had grabbed his head and was pulling it around with every little movement, making the room spin.

‘’I’ll d-d-d-do anything, anyth-thing just p-please, please f-forgive me, I know I d-don’t deserve it I’m a w-worthless Pet I do-don’t deserve a-any mercy, Master, but please, please, I’ll do anything, I’m sorry, pl-please punish me-‘’

Tomas frowned. He had thought Rowe was so desperately afraid because of the punishment. ‘’Rowe, please, look at me.’’

An order was an order. Rowe lowered his trembling hands just enough to let Tomas see his wide, twitching eyes. ‘’I’m sorry, Master,’’ he whispered. ‘’I was careless.’’

‘’You weren’t, you were obeying an order, it wasn’t your f.. wasn’t your fault. I didn’t mean it.’’

‘’I w-was stupid and I didn’t pay pr-proper attention and I-, I’m sorry, it w-was unacceptable, please- please punish-‘’ Rowe faltered, covering his face again. His last few words were no more than a whimper. ‘’Please punish me, Master.’’

I am a fucking idiot. I am a fucking idiot. What the FUCK was I thinking.

‘’Sit up, pal, sit up. No more kneeling tonight- your legs must be aching. Sit cross legged like me.’’

Normally this would have resulted in at least ten minutes of negotiations, with Rowe protesting, convinced Tomas was issuing him with a test of obedience. But tonight, he complied without a word. Tomas realised he could ask Rowe to stand on his head right now and he would do it without a second thought, if it meant not angering his Master any more.

. . .

Rowe had never felt the floor drop away from him the way it did when Master Tomas described his punishment.

He had finally pushed Master Tomas’s infinite patience too far. He had already got away with so much- all his crying, pleading, flinching away, struggling with the simplest order, actually injuring Master, screaming every night. No Pet owner should have to put up with such disobedience.

Master’s kindness was a privilege, and Rowe knew he could revoke it at any time, he knew that everything he had, his bed and food and gentle touches could be snatched away if he did anything to displease his Master.

But then Master had been so forgiving, and gentle, and Rowe had started to think that maybe this could go on forever. But he had fucked it up, he had embarrassed Master in front of his guest, he couldn’t even complete a simple task, Master had given him so many chances and still Rowe had fucked up.

I’ve done it now. I never deserved a Master like him. He’ll toss me out. I’ll be put down for sure. No Pet gets tossed out twice. I’m going to be beaten raw and thrown out.

He couldn’t bear to open his eyes. Instead he listened helplessly as Master walked to the kitchen- to pick out the best bit of glass, Rowe assumed. The fall played over and over in his head: if he had only looked where he was going, if he’d walked slower and been more graceful and less twitchy, if he’d taken another route around the empty bottles. It occurred to him that by the time the bruising on his head formed, he’d either be shivering on the streets, or dead.

He heard his name and irregular footsteps approaching him and Rowe still jumped when Master spoke. Why couldn’t he stop being so pitiful?

Looking up, he saw that Master Tomas’s eyes were half-lidded, and tinged red. Drunk eyes. A drunk Master was always the most frightening kind. A drunk Master couldn’t be predicted. Rowe’s hands hit the floor and he dragged himself away, hardly knowing why. This is why I should be properly restrained, he thought weakly. Maybe he just wanted to draw out the punishment, to put off the far worse fate awaiting him once Master was done.

‘’Rowe, it’s okay, I-‘’

Rowe’s body hit the wall and all he could think to do was curl up and beg. He hadn’t even realised Master was speaking to him until he interrupted him. His stomach flooded with a deep, freezing terror.

‘’Rowe, please, look at me.’’ Master ordered, forced to repeat himself, and this time Rowe managed to shut up and look. His heart was pounding as he let Master see his miserable, apologetic eyes.

‘’I’m s-so sorry, Master. I was careless.’’

‘’You weren’t,’’ said Master. His usually soft voice had a rough, intoxicated edge to it. And what did he mean? ‘’You were obeying an order, it wasn’t your f… wasn’t your fault. I didn’t mean it.’’

Mean what? Why wasn’t Master grabbing Rowe and forcing his face to the ground, screaming at him for even daring to disobey him after what he’d already done? Why wasn’t he cutting him? Rowe suddenly remembered to look at Master’s hands. No glass. Maybe Rowe would have to pick it out himself.

‘’I w-was stupid and I didn’t pay pr-proper attention and I-, I’m sorry, it w-was unacceptable, please- please punish- please punish me, Master,’’ he begged, hiding his filthy, insolent face.

Master was speaking, he realised, and he’d missed half of it, oh god oh god, he couldn’t keep his breathing under control and he knew he should be kneeling but something in him wouldn’t let him move and he was going to get chucked out and he was so so sorry-

‘’-legs must be aching. Sit cross legged like me.’’

Rowe obeyed without hesitation. Whatever Master wanted. Maybe this was important for his punishment. He felt like he might throw up.

‘’Fuck, I’m the one who’s sorry. I’m so sorry. I’m not angry. Look at my eyes- I’m not angry. I just wa- I just wanted him to leave. He was being a fucking twat. I am- I’m so drunk, Rowe. I’m so drunk and I handled that so badly and it wasn’t right. I just wanted to frighten Adam off. But I know it frightened you as well. Is that a fair assum- assump- is that fair? Are you quite frightened right now?’’

‘’Y….yes, Master.’’

Why was Master asking this? Was it not enough to see him trembling, on the brink of tears? Was it not enough to be almost stripped bare, open and exposed before his Master, submitting his body to his owner to punish as he saw fit? His mind was whirling with ways he could explain Kasia’s cuts, dreading the time Master asked where he had got them. He felt so useless. The punishment hadn’t even begun yet and already he was about to cry. His old master would add an extra beating if Rowe cried prematurely.

‘’I won’t hurt you. I promise. In fact-’’ Master reached for Rowe’s t-shirt, like he’d read his mind, ‘’-put this back on, please. Don’t get cold.’’

Rowe obeyed, his hands trembling almost too badly to take the t-shirt from Master’s hand. Master would have to cut him through his t-shirt, then. Perhaps then he’d beat him for ruining his clothes. Master could do that, he could do whatever he wanted. Rowe was just grateful to have his awful cuts covered up. Perhaps- he dared to hope- perhaps Master was too intoxicated to see properly? Perhaps he hadn’t seen them?

Then he remembered that it didn’t matter, anyway. Master was throwing him out. The remembrance was like a stone suddenly sinking into him.

‘’Rowe- why are you frightened?’’

What game was this?

‘’B-because of th-the punishment, Master.’’ He knew that being afraid of a punishment would only get him hurt worse, but he would take any pain, any pain at all, to stay as Master’s Pet. Rowe couldn’t even mention being tossed out. Stupidly, childishly, he didn’t want to say it out loud. Didn’t want to make it real.

‘’But aren’t you used to punishments like this? Do you get this scared every time?’’

‘’N-no!’’ Rowe burst out, pressing his head to the floor, trying to find something in his training to fall back on to navigate this. He couldn’t give Master any more reasons to throw him out. ‘’No, Master, no, I d-don’t, I c-can be good, I can t-take it well, I c-c-can be blank and quiet a-and not m-make a fuss, I promise!’’

‘’It’s okay, it’s okay. I know that. I know how good you are,’’ Master said. Rowe couldn’t understand why his tone sounded so soothing. ‘’But what I wan… want to know is- why is this time different? What’s scared you this time?’’

Before Rowe could even think properly, he whimpered out, ‘’Please… please don’t make me s-say it, Master.’’

Master Tomas’s eyebrows drew together. His eyes blinked open, and he stared at Rowe hard, like keeping his eyes open was a real effort. Rowe felt powerless, cowering in his Master’s gaze. But then the moment passed, and Master closed his eyes and put a hand on Rowe’s arm. Rowe waited for the moment where his Master’s grip would turn painful, but it never came, and when Master took his hand away Rowe found that the absence made him ache.

‘’Rowe. Rowerowerowe. I… I’m sorry. I am not a mind reader. You are gonna have to tell me what else is spooking you. Is it… are you scared of Adam coming back?’’

‘’N-no, Master.’’

Why did Master insist on Rowe saying it?

‘’Then what? How about this- if you tell me what’s wrong, I won’t punish you. How about that.’’

No punishment. Master would go straight to throwing him out. This was what he got for being disobedient. As if he had any right to argue with Master. Rowe scrambled to his knees and ground his forehead into the floor.

‘’Please- please, Master! Please, I d-deserve to be punished, please p-punish me, please!’’

‘’Rowe!’’ Master’s voice cut through him. Rowe had never heard his Master shout like that. He whimpered, keeping his head down. ‘’Rowe, you want to be a good Pet, yes?’’

Rowe nodded desperately.

‘’Then,’’ Master sighed heavily. He sounded so fed up with him. ‘’Then I need you to start cooperating, okay? We can- we can do this slowly. Sit up for me. Good. Now, I know you don’t want to, and if I could avoid it I would, yeah? But you have to tell me what’s wrong. You have to.’’

Rowe felt tears pricking his eyes. ‘’I don’t… I don’t want to be thrown out, Master,’’ he whispered.

There was a long pause. Rowe felt heavy with dread. Was Master going to laugh at him? Or would he order him into the cage he arrived in without another word?

‘’You think I’m going to throw you out?’’

‘’I-I’m a use-useless Pet, Master, I’m sh-shameful and I ca-an’t even follow a s-s-simple task and you don’t-‘’ Rowe began to cry as he forced himself to say it. In a way, it felt cathartic to get it out. ‘’-you don’t n-n-need a broken Pet. I’m no- no good for a-anything, a-a-and you g-gave me so many chances, I’m no good…’’ he choked on a sob and finally, blissfully, broke down entirely. ‘’I can’t e-even answer m-my Master without crying,’’ he moaned. ‘’Serving y-you is a privilege and I haven’t done anything to- anything to earn it.’’

…

Rowe’s raw, vulnerable cries had pulled Tomas out of his drunken haze. The fog in his head was lifting as Tomas began, uncomfortably, to sober up.

‘’What will happen if I throw you out?’’

Rowe looked at him fearfully, and Tomas realised too late that a Pet owner would be expected to know that. This must feel to Rowe like Tomas cruelly reminding him of his fate.

‘’I’ll- I’ll be put down, Master.’’

‘’Ah. Right. Right… okay, Rowe, I know you’re listening. You’re very good at that. I need you to know what I’m saying is all the absolute truth, okay?’’

‘’Yes, y-yes, Master, of course,’’ Rowe replied miserably.

‘’Firstly, I won’t hurt you. I won’t. I made up a punishment to freak Adam out. I’ve never hurt you before so I won’t start now, okay?’’

‘’Okay,’’ Rowe sniffed, glancing up at him with huge wet doe eyes. ‘’Okay, Master.’’

‘’And secondly, I’m not going to throw you out. I care about you, okay?’’ Tomas decided to phrase this in a way Rowe could understand. ‘’If I were going to throw you out, I wouldn’t have spent so much time teaching you to read, would I?’’

Rowe stayed silent, weeping softly, until Tomas pressed him and he choked out an agreement.

‘’Okay. And I wouldn’t have made sure you were eating each day, if I didn’t care about you. If I didn’t want you to stay with me and get better.’’

Get better. Something flashed in Rowe’s eyes and Tomas knew he’d struck the right chord. He was making him good, like Rowe always begged for.

‘’And now that I work from home, you can be my top priority.’’

‘’But I’m…’’ Rowe sobbed, his voice cracking. ‘’I’m j-just a Pet, Master.’’

‘’Nah. You’re Rowe. You’re important to me. I couldn’t just toss you out, you understand?’’

‘’Tha-thank yo-‘’

Before he could finish Rowe was in floods of tears once more, clutching his face and curling in on himself. Tomas’s heart broke and without thinking he pulled Rowe into a hug, the first since he’d got him.

It felt surprisingly normal to be holding his crying Pet, taking care to avoid touching the worst of his injuries. Placing one hand by his shoulder because by now it felt familiar. Slow, gentle movements, keeping his hands flat, keeping his arms loose enough to not constrict him.

‘’It’s okay. I’ve got you.’’

‘’Thank you, yes, I’m yours Master.’’

Tomas smiled weakly. Hundreds of tiny misunderstandings every day, and yet they were coping somehow.

And then Tomas’s body finally gave up and he slumped over, asleep.

#tomas and rowe #whump #pet whump #dehumanisation #whump fic #pet whumpee #aftermath of torture #master/pet #begging

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spaceokase · 3 years

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Dance

“I told you, I don’t dance, Zephrine.”

“I know, but… indulge me? Please?”

Zephrine looked down at Therila, pouting, pleading, and Therila finally looked up from her book, sharp violet eyes meeting soft amber. Her expression softened in turn, unable to resist the power of Zephrine's sad puppy eyes, and she closed her book with an audible snap. With a shake of the head and a soft smile, she set it aside.

“Alright, but only because it’s you.”

Wearing a smile not unlike the cat that caught the canary, Zephrine offered her hand, helping Therila to her feet, and gave her a peck on the cheek. Her smile broadened into an impish grin as she guided her partner towards a grassless patch within the forest clearing.

“Don’t worry, if you step on my toes, I promise not to tell anyone!”

“That’s good,” Therila laughed in response, “These songbirds are quite the gossips.”

Zephrine blinked, paused, tilting her head as she noted their surroundings. She couldn’t see any songbirds, but there were a lot of trees and no doubt many small woodland creatures in the foliage. Loving a druid suddenly gave that a lot more context.

“Oh… I guess they can still see...” Her brows furrowed, and she looked Therila in the eye, their dance session momentarily forgotten, “Do you ever find it off-putting? The fact that you don’t actually have privacy out here? Ever? I’m not actually embarrassing you, am I?”

Therila chuckled again, grinning broadly, “No, I uh, I don’t. And you’re not. The plants and the animals tend to have their own priorities, so it’s never bothered me.”

“Hmm,” Zephrine hummed thoughtfully at the response, “I suppose you have never really been the type to care much about what others think of you.”

“Yes, that’s more of a thing that you do, love.”

Therila poked the tip of Zephrine’s snout playfully, making it scrunch up in indignant fury, offset by the deliberate quirk of the corner of her mouth when she tried not to smile. Zephrine took a deep breath, her posture straightening in an attempt to regain her lost dignity. She grasped Therila’s hands, holding one as she moved the other towards her side, and cleared her throat.

“Right, so put your hand on my waist…”

Zephrine felt Therila do so, for a moment, before it wandered further downward, wriggling under her tail and, cusped a cheek, and squeezed. Her face scrunched up in more indignant rage, eyes moving to glare at Therila, who wore a tight smile that was almost certainly an attempt to not outright laugh.

“My waist, mon Amore,” she scolded venomously, moving Therila’s hand, “not my butt.”

“Oh, uh, sorry, my hand slipped,” Therila lied unconvincingly, still smiling, “I’ll behave from here.”

“Good, you better,” she chided, moving Therila’s hand towards her waist once more,”and if you keep behaving you can grab my butt later.”

Zephrine pronounced the end of her sentence by slapping Therila’s bottom in hypocritical revenge, eliciting an indignant “Hey!” in response.

“How come I have to wait later but you get to slap mine whenever?! That's not very fair, Zephrine.”

”It’s revenge,”

“Well, I think I need revenge for that revenge!”

Swift and deft, Therila went for her partner’s rear once more, invoking a shrill shriek, and in an instant all composure from either dragonborn was lost. They devolved from a dancing pose to a tangle of limbs, grasping hands, passionate kisses, playful bites, teeth on skin, gasps of pleasure and fits of laughter. As Therila placed firm kisses along Zephrine’s neck, one for each brass scale that glimmered amongst the black, Zephrine gasped.

“Ah, wait, I-” A kiss was placed on her lips, and she reciprocated, almost losing her train of thought again, but regained it once they parted, “Wait, I do want to dance with you, though. Actually, I mean.”

It took Therila a moment to register what was said, but she pulled away compliantly, looking her over.

“I think it will be nice. Not,” Zephrine smiled, putting one hand on Therila’s shoulder as she entangled the other with her hand, “That this isn’t lovely.”

“Alright,” Therila smiled softly, “I’ll actually behave, this time.”

“For now.”

With a soft wave of their mutually held hands and a quiet whisper, Zephrine cast an illusion. The soft strum of a lute started to play within the clearing, from a tale of a chivalrous knight who fell in love with the dryad that saved her life. Zephrine wasn’t sure if Therila had ever heard it before. She thought to ask her later. For now though, she wanted to savor the moment.

Slowly, the two swayed and stepped in tune with the music, a leisurely pace, like the gentle breeze blowing through the trees. The sun was starting to set, tinting the green foliage around them in vibrant pinks and oranges and yellows. Songbirds sang their goodnight songs in the branches above, beckoning the light. Therila’s scales glimmered, sparkling in places not unlike fresh snow, but the colors washed across her like paint on a canvas. Her lightly-colored eyes absorbed and held the warmth of the sun, a fire within seen from without.

As the two danced together, Zephrine noted the differences in their movements. Zephrine, being the practiced performer she was, swayed gracefully, her movements fluid, like water, ever-shifting, accommodating to both the music and her partner with every step. Therila was less fluid, less practiced, but every motion was seen through. There was no hesitation, no reluctance. When she stepped, it was deliberate, with purpose. If Zephrine were less agile, she may have actually gotten her toes stepped on, but she was agile, and flexible, and so she didn’t. They worked well together.

Zephrine smiled, her heart fluttered. Even with their differences, they really did work well together. She was finding that more and more true as time went on, as their relationship bloomed in full.

Eventually Zephrine stopped humming to the tune of the lute, and eventually after that, the two women stopped dancing proper, instead embracing and leaning upon one another, swaying together to a fading song. Therila was the first to break the eventual silence.

“I think I’m starting to see why you like dancing so much.”

Zephrine kept her head where it was, rested on Therila’s shoulder, leaning against her neck. “Oh?”

“Yeah,” she responded, softly, “It’s nice, like you said it would be. Just… moving with you. Spending time together.”

Zephrine pulled away to look at her, her arms wrapped loosely around her neck.

“I’m glad you’ve enjoyed it as much as I have.”

Therila smiled, playfully, “I mean, don’t expect me to make a career out of it anytime soon, but if it’s like this, I’ll be happy to dance with you more often.”

There was a pause, and Zephrine smiled back, kissed her on her mouth, once, twice, again until Therila made an addendum, with a grin, “As long as I get to grab your arse afterwards, like you said I could.”

Zephrine grinned back, all sharp teeth and mischief, and shoved her.

#gotta write some fluuuuff #dnd #dragonborn #oc #druid #sorcerer #okase writing #okase art #therila #zephrine #wlw

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thefloorisbalaclava · 4 years

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let the angry word be answered only with a kiss

pairing: ezra x f!reader

warnings: talk of killing someone, SMUT - oral (f receiving), spitting, slight choking

a/n: so there’s obviously more than a kiss but i love the quote lol

You smile as you hear the door to the pod open, but it quickly fades when you see Ezra’s face. He usually smiles as soon as he sees you, but there was no smile, not even a hint of one as he made his way inside. There is no warm greeting or sweet kiss. Nothing. He throws his helmet down, making you jump.

“Ezra...”

He holds up his hand and shakes his head. “I would rather you not ask how today was or what occurred.”

“I just wanna help,” you offer but he shakes his head again. “Fine.” You turn away from him and go back to what you were working on, mumbling under your breath the whole time.

“Please speak your mind clearly, dove.”

“No. Not when you can’t even show me the same respect.” You turn your head slightly as you speak.

“I’ve already had the day from hell,” he sighs, “I do not need my night to follow the same path.”

“Then leave,” you snap. “If me wanting to know how your day was or trying to help you bothers you so much...leave.” You shrug without looking at him.

“I have never heard you quite so blunt before.”

“Fuck off. How’s that for blunt?” You can hear him stop moving behind you.

“Now, dove...”

“Don’t call me that, not when I’m mad at you.” You stop working and just sit there. You want to look at him but stop yourself.

“You’re behaving like an insolent child and I simply do not have the patience for it.”

You finally turn and look at him with a look of exasperation. “Me? Insolent? You’re the one who stomped in here, throwing stuff around like you were having a tantrum. I believe you’re the child in this case, Ezra.”

“Come here,” he says, putting his hands on his hips.

“Absolutely not.”

“I will not repeat myself.” He stares you down and you do the same back. It’s a tense standoff but you refuse to move. He takes the rest of his gear off and you lower your eyes. As he makes his way over to where you’re sitting, you meet his eye again, glaring. He puts his hands on the arm rests of your chair and leans in close. “Do you take pleasure in making me angry?” he asks, his breathing fanning against your face.

“I take pleasure in many things, Ezra.” You tilt your head and smile before rolling your eyes and frowning. When you try to turn the chair away, he won’t let you, tightening his grip.

He tsks and stands up straight, his crotch now at your eye level. You turn your head away, but he grabs your face and turns it back to him. He bares his teeth in an attempt to scare you, but you smile innocently and slap his hand away.

“You don’t scare me,” you tell him. In fact, he is turning you on, but you aren’t saying that out loud. “We’ve been together too long for anything you do to surprise or scare me anymore. You forget I know you very well. If you want to fuck me just say so.”

“I’m afraid if I do, I will not be gentle,” he says, touching your face. He pays special attention to your lips.

“I don’t recall asking you to be.” You open your mouth slightly, letting him slip two fingers inside. He sighs as he moves his fingers in and out of your mouth slowly.

“This mouth of yours...is a wonderful thing to behold as is all of you.” He slips his fingers out and palms himself through his underwear.

“Are you going to tell me what happened today?” you ask as he pulls you to your feet.

“I will, but first I need you to disrobe...or I will do it for you.”

“Oh, how tempting,” you say playfully as you begin to undress. His eyes stay on you, trailing over every inch of exposed skin. He bites his lip as you let your underwear fall to the floor and step out of them. You stand there quietly as he surveys you, walking around you, touching you every now and then. When he’s in front of you again, he drops to his knees.

“Would you please place your foot on the chair?” he asks ever so nicely. You lift your leg and do as you’re told, exposing yourself to him even more. “What occurred today...” he starts, moving your leg a little more. He seems to get lost in thought as he realizes just how ready you are for him. “I had no choice. I did what had to be done.” You have no idea what he’s getting at but you’re far too distracted by the way he spits on two fingers to care. “I am aware that you are far more than prepared for me but...” He shrugs and slides his spit-slick fingers against your clit. You gasp as you look down and watch the way he moves his fingers on you. He’s so focused.

“Mmm...fuck...well, what happened?” you ask, not sure if you actually even care anymore.

He only shakes his head and grins. “What a beautiful sound it makes,” he breathes, moving his fingers up and down your slit faster. “Thank Kevva for letting me keep one my hands.”

Your legs shook as you fought to stay upright. “Ezra...I can’t stay like this.”

“You will do so until I feel you come undone around my fingers.” He slips them inside of you and you cry out, your knee buckling. The smile on his face tells you he’s enjoying this a little too much. You throw your head back, missing the way he moves his face closer to taste you. When his tongue grazes your clit you immediately find his hair and pull.

“I can’t...I can’t...” You try not to look down because you know it will be the end of you, but you do anyway and meet Ezra’s gaze. Even with his face practically buried between your legs, you know he’s smiling. The little wink he gives you is a dead giveaway. “Oh, fuck you, Ezra,” you moan. “Fuck. You.”

“You are so very close, dove. Do not hold back.” He pumps his fingers in and out of you faster and moves his tongue against you at the same pace. It’s not long before you’re screaming his name and seeing stars, forgetting everything that happened before this. He keeps flicking his tongue against your clit until you finally have to pull him away by his hair.

“Too much...” you breathe.

“I’ve only just begun.” Ezra stands and kisses you, not even bothering to wipe himself clean first. “I have tasted many things in my life, dove, but nothing as delectable as you.” To emphasize his point, he slips the fingers he had inside you into your mouth. “Wouldn’t you agree?”

“Mhmm.” You nod as he takes his fingers away.

“Would you be so kind as to get onto the bed for me?” he asks and you climb onto the small bed, lying down on your back. Ezra looks down at you, admiring you for a moment before speaking again. “As much as I do enjoy seeing you this way, I would like to see you on all fours tonight, dove.”

“Oh.” You turn over and get into position. He stands over you, turning your head up to kiss you softly.

“I must ask: do you still find yourself cross with me?” He walks around, dragging his hand down your body as he does before climbing onto the bed behind you.

“A little,” you confess.

“Is that so?” His voice is lower, raspier. You feel some movement behind you then something pushes against your entrance.

“You still haven’t told me what happened.” You push back against him but he slaps your ass, making you jump.

“Patience is a virtue.” He groans as he drags his hand over your ass then squeezes one cheek, spreading it. He lets go eventually and you hear him spit. You didn’t feel it so he must have spit onto his hand again.

“Ezra…please…” No sooner had you said it than you feel him pushing into you. “Oh fuck…” you gasp.

“You are a fucking dream,” he groans. He didn’t curse much but when he did it was the sexiest thing you ever heard. Especially since he’s praising you. “Today,” he began as he thrust slowly, “I came upon another harvester.” He grunts as he thrusts into you particularly hard.

“Yeah.” You turn your head to look at him.

“He, uh…he happened to encroach on my area and…” He squeezes his eyes shut then opens them to look down at the way he moves in and out of you. His thrusts become rougher as he continues. You grasp the sheets beneath you, trying to keep yourself steady but eventually your arms give out and you’re face down. He holds you down at the center of your back, making you arch in a way that has him hitting the right spot over and over again.

“Ez…ra!” You can’t say much more than that. He’s found a brutal yet amazing pace and your mouth drops open in a silent scream.

“I was a gentleman. I tried to reason with him but he…would not…listen!” He slams into you, reliving his anger. Suddenly, he pulls you up against him, your back against his chest, as he thrusts wildly. He presses his mouth to your ear. “Would you like to know what occurred next?” You nod but he moves his hand up to your throat. “You must articulate, dove.”

“Yes, I would like to know what happened,” you cry as his hand at your throat tightens.

“I killed him and watched the light leave his eyes,” he grunts, moving his hand down between your legs. “I did what had to be done.” He bites down on your shoulder as he plays with you, bringing you to the edge and beyond. “The very hand that brings you such pleasure can also bring pain.”

“I know,” you moan. You know he’d never hurt you, as for others it depended on how they treated and presented themselves to him. Ezra never claims to be a good man and you’d never have him pretend he is one.

“Yet you still love me,” he says in your ear, “Don’t you?”

“Yes Ezra.” He continues touching you until he feels you coming undone. “I’m gonna cum,” you whimper.

“Yes, I can feel you.” He grunts as your walls squeeze him. You go limp in his grip and he moves his hand from between your legs up to your throat again, squeezing just right. With a few more thrusts and the sounds you make from overstimulation, he finishes, biting your shoulder again and growling lowly. He stays inside you even as he carefully lowers you to the bed. Sometimes he would stay inside you until he got hard again. You wonder if tonight would be one of those times.

“Are you okay?” you ask as he holds you close.

“I must say I am doing splendidly. My compliments to you.” His voice sounds happy and it makes you smile. “I do apologize for the way I expressed myself when I returned earlier.”

“I’m sorry too. I hope you know I’d never really want you to leave.”

“Kevva knows I could not fathom my life without you.” He turns your head so he can kiss you and you feel him stir within you but he looks tired so you doubt he’d want to do anything more tonight.

“I love you, Ezra.”

He smiles sleepily, letting his head fall against the pillow. “And I, you.”

#Ezra (Prospect)#Ezra x Reader #Prospect #Prospect 2018 #Pedro Pascal #headcanon

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nobodyfamousposts · 5 years

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Felix July - Personality Swap (Felix Culpa)

Because why not? @felixmonth

It was a beautiful day at Franciose Dupont.

At least until Marinette found a phone being shoved in her face by an overly excited Alya as Nino and Adrien followed just behind her.

“Girl! Check it out!”

She sighed. “What now?”

Alya beamed, ignoring Marinette’s less than enthusiastic interest. “I’ve got a new interview with Lila after Ladybug rescued her from an akuma earlier!”

“And that is supposed to actually impress anyone?” Marinette asked, almost sounding bored. “Pretty much everyone has been saved by Ladybug at least once at this point.”

That put a bit of a damper on the conversation as the other three lost a bit of their enthusiasm at that. Adrien’s smile faded slightly, noting the less than supportive response from their “Everyday Ladybug”.

“But you know how much Lila has done, and she IS Ladybug’s bestie. The viewers will love it!”

“Did you even talk to Ladybug about any of this before running this information? Make sure it was true or in any way accurate?”

Adrien frowned, a bit put off by her tone. He knew Lila was still pulling her regular antics, but Marinette didn’t have to be so snippy. The tone was completely unlike her, for all that it sounded familiar.

“Girl, you know I take my journalism very seriously! I always make sure to get the story straight!” Alya replied, passing the other girl’s comment off as a joke.

Marinette raised an eyebrow at that. “Like the time you thought Chloe was Ladybug even though we all clearly saw the two of them together during the Stoneheart and Bubbler incidents?”

The boys blinked in surprise. Of course it couldn’t have been meant the way it sounded because this was Marinette saying it, but it still sounded pretty harsh.

“This is different!” Alya insisted, clearly annoyed by the jabs but trying to ignore them as unintentional slights and remain civil.

“What, you mean you’re actually going to fact check this time?” Marinette asked, incredulously.

Yeah, there was no mistaking it that time. That comment definitely held some bite to it.

Nino gaped in horror because this…this was not Marinette. The Marinette he knew was never this…mean!

Alya looked like she was two seconds away from blowing up at the other girl.

Adrien stared at Marinette in shock before his expression turned to one of hurt. “Marinette, that’s uncalled for.”

And Marinette simply gave him a flat stare in response. “My apologies, I’ve forgotten that according to you, apparently I’m supposed to stand by and stay quiet when I know someone is doing something wrong because clearly not inconveniencing them is supposed to be the bigger concern over having them not do bad things. I wish I could say I actually care, but not all of us get to ride on the High Horse Express, Agreste.”

“I never said—”

“Nevermind that if you had told Nino at the very least about Lila’s blatant and obvious lies, he wouldn’t have pressured you on her behalf and the whole mess with you being forced to take her to your house, her manipulating your father’s staff, and Kagami getting akumatized wouldn’t have happened. Not that any of that has actually gotten you to speak up about her yet, but I guess that just goes to show how you care less about protecting the people who are actually good vs the ones who you want to believe might eventually be good no matter how much they clearly show they don’t.”

Adrien’s eyes widened. “I didn’t mean—"

“Just go back to your corner and ignore things like you always do. The people who are actually willing to solve problems are talking.”

Alya and Nino gaped in shock, completely uncertain how to take any of this. Lila lied—well, they knew Marinette had been saying as such but that was yet to be confirmed. But that Adrien knew and kept quiet? All of that and any other questions, however, paled in comparison to seeing Marinette of all people blatantly telling off Adrien in such a way. ADRIEN AGRESTE. She hadn’t even managed a full conversation with him before where she didn’t stumble over her words, but this?

Seeing the group’s collective expressions, Marinette rolled her eyes. “By which I mean ‘me’, because of course I’m the only one who ever actually has to do anything around here. Or rather ‘everything’.”

They couldn’t stop staring. Because…was this Marinette? Marinette Dupain-Cheng does not say such things. Or act this way.

But she was, as the girl in question remained completely unconcerned, looking to her watch and ignoring their shocked expressions. “Speaking of which, I have to get to the classroom to help plan more projects that you people won’t appreciate just so you can keep badgering me about how I never do enough for you."

She didn’t even give them a chance to respond before turning on her heel and walking away. Well, walking towards the school and away from them, leaving the three in the metaphorical dust and just gaping at her in confusion and abject horror.

“What. The hell. Was that?” Nino asked, too shocked to fully rationalize what had just happened.

“Maybe…maybe she’s just upset about something else and she’s lashing out?” Adrien suggested weakly. He glanced after her in worry. “Maybe we should talk with her?”

“Oh, I’ll talk to her all right! I am going to give that girl a piece of my mind!” Alya was practically seething as she started to storm towards the school to catch up to her ‘friend’ and have a few good words for her.

It was perhaps fortunate for everyone that someone bumped into her first, drawing her attention and distracting her from her ire.

Except the one who bumped into her was Felix, who was generally a regular source of ire and spite.

“I’m so sorry!” He blurted immediately, looking strained.

…Except this time, apparently.

Alya stared.

“What?”

“I didn’t hurt you, did I?” He asked, worriedly as he looked her up and down in an attempt to see if there were any injuries.

She continued to stare.

“What?”

“I am sorry,” Felix repeated. “I didn’t mean to bump into you. Are you alright?”

“…What?”

Felix frowned at her before turning to the other two boys, eyes wide in worry. “She’s not responding! I think she may have a concussion.” He gripped his head and started growing more frantic. “Now she’s going to have to be hospitalized and may get amnesia and never be able to update the Ladyblog and all of her fans will be furious and try to hunt me down so I’ll have to live in a bunker and survive off canned food for the rest of my life!” The…unusual-behaving Felix groaned, finishing his…rather unusual rant by covering his eyes with his hands.

Alya…continued to stare.

The boys, unfortunately, were just as shocked as she was and thus were no help to explaining Felix’s strange yet somehow familiar behavior.

The taller blond forced himself to stop and take a breath. “I can’t do this. I don’t understand how she lives like this! If it’s not worrying about hurting someone’s feelings, it’s freaking over how even the slightest mistake can snowball into an unspeakable tragedy.”

Adrien blinked. “Wait—what?”

Felix sighed before turning to face the three. “Where is Marinette?”

Nino finally regained enough composure to speak. “She uh…went inside. She said some…things, and then just had enough and walked off.” Not even stormed off—that would have required some sort of feeling. No, she just coolly glided away with all the confidence and elegance of a figure skater.

Felix groaned at that, realizing exactly what Nino meant. “I am so sorry about that.”

“It’s not your fault.” Adrien said, trying to reassure him albeit uncertain in doing so since this WAS Felix he was talking to. A very out of character-acting Felix, but Felix nonetheless. He was half expecting a snarky remark of some sort at any point. Not that it would have phased him given the verbal thrashing Marinette of all people had just given moments before.

“It kind of is.” The other blond replied. “She can’t help it. She doesn’t have my restraint.”

The three blinked at him.

“What?”

“Look,” Felix said with a sigh. “There’s an akuma running around that apparently switches characteristics between its victims and it did…THIS to us.” He explained, gesturing to himself and his current unravelling state like that actually explained anything. “Next thing I knew, Marinette left and I was distracted by…everything.”

“Like…?” Alya prodded.

“I’ve lost count.” He deadpanned. Because honestly, if it wasn’t a crying child, it would be a cat caught in a tree. If there wasn’t some elderly man crossing the street, there would be someone carrying a package that’s too heavy for them. The fact that he made it back to the school at all was a miracle.

And if this was what it was like for him, he couldn’t stop the growing fear of what Marinette had become. Because it wasn’t as easy as simply saying Felix’s negative attitude and Marinette’s positive personality were switched. No, that would be inaccurate.

Felix was a dour person, full of bitterness and spite for those who earned his ire—which was admittedly all too easy to accomplish. But he had at least some ability—or rather had learned long before now how to and what to hold back. At least in this way, he was simply seen as having a somewhat cynical personality, and would be avoided rather than targeted. He had his opinions and enough confidence to let people know what he thought regardless of whose feelings he may hurt in the process.

Marinette, on the other hand, was a generally kind person. She was always one to try to help others. But something common overlooked was her anxiety, which often led to her making mistakes just as much as it pushed her to correct them—even when they weren’t hers. She contrasted with Felix in that she cared too much about other people’s feelings. She was often putting others before herself. It was one of the reasons she was so well liked.

But with this situation…it was switched. And even worse, neither of them were equipped to handle the other’s personality.

She didn’t have Felix’s restraint, and he lacked her resilience.

And knowing Marinette and everything she’s done and been through, she would likely have a lot to say to people that she would no doubt regret later. Even if these are her feelings, and however much truth there may be, he had little doubt that she would never have wanted to reveal them this way. All those dark, negative, bitter thoughts that she’d always felt but never even acknowledged. Just how much were there?

He winced at the thought. Even if he wasn’t holding Marinette’s anxiety and desire to help, he knew he wouldn’t want this for her.

It would devastate her if she ended up really hurting anyone.

“Just…please don’t hold this against Marinette. She doesn’t mean what she says, she just…” He winced because she kind of did but they didn’t need to know that. “She has a bit too much of ‘me’ in her at the moment.”

“Wait—” Nino cut in. “Are you saying Mari is YOU right now?”

Felix hesitated, but soon nodded. “In a sense, yes.”

The three stared. Because that would explain Marinette’s behavior, but that would also mean that while she had HIS personality, HE also had HERS.

And Felix…poor Felix just looked about ready to drop.

“I cannot live like this! The day hasn’t even started and I’m already exhausted from the anxiety and niceties! I keep getting distracted by wanting to fix things for people or my own thoughts jumping to completely illogical conclusions!”

“That…sounds like Marinette all right.” Nino admitted.

“Don’t worry.” Adrien consoled him. “Ladybug and Chat Noir will fix this in no time!”

Alya just continued to stare.

Then her eye started twitching.

“Nope!”

And she promptly spun on her heel and walked away.

“Wait—Alya! Where are you going?” Adrien yelled.

“A salty Marinette was bad enough but a NICE Felix?” She exclaimed, only pausing for a moment to respond. “Nope! I’m done. I have reached my limit—AND I DIDN’T EVEN KNOW I HAD ONE!” She shook her head and kept going. “This is officially too weird for me. I’m going home. Somebody call me when things start making sense again.”

The three boys watched her leave with various levels of bewilderment.

Adrien was the one to step back and turn to the school.

“Okay, we need to find Marinette and get this akuma.”

#ml fic #ml au #felix culpa #felix july #felix month #ml felix #felix agreste #marinette dupain cheng #alya cesaire #adrien agreste #nino lahiffe

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The Outliers - A Guild Wars Love Story

Chapter 1, Chapter 2, Chapter 3, Chapter 4, Chapter 5, Chapter 6, Chapter 7, Chapter 8, Chapter 9, Chapters 10 and 11, Chapter 12, Chapter 13, Chapter 14, Chapter 15, Chapter 16 , Chapter 17, Chapter 18, Chapter 19, Chapter 20, Chapter 21, Chapter 22, Chapter 23, Chapter 24 Chapter 25

"You alright down there?"

She shouted gruffly. "Fine. Except this flux isn't bonding the way it should."

"Mind if I come down?" Kaleb asked as he saw the flickering torch lights coming from the open doorway.

"Bring me a pint when you do."

"Lager or mead?"

"I don't care. Either will do," she said in a noticeably annoyed tone.

Kaleb knew that she was in the zone with her work, and any disturbances would only serve to piss her off even more. After leaving some coin for the tab, he helped himself to two tall steins of lager. When he took them to the new workstation, Amalthia was sitting on the bench, donning her welding goggles and completely absorbed in whatever it was she was working on.

"Over there by the soldering table," she said pointing towards the wooden table.

"Dammit!" She angrily threw down her welding torch, shut down the outflow valve then pulled off her goggles and tossed them to the edge of the bench.

Kaleb handed her a stein. He took a sip as well from his own.

"At the risk of getting my head bit off, whatcha working on?" He asked.

She walked over, took the stein from the table then gulped it down as if she were dying of thirst.

"I'm sorry, Kal. Didn't mean to sound crabby. It's just I'm getting walloped by something that I usually have no trouble figuring out. For some reason, this flux is just not bonding properly to the metal."

He walked over then began massaging her shoulders. "I hate seeing you stressed like this. Hey. I was going to give this to you yesterday, but I figured you were too busy to be bothered."

Kaleb handed her an envelope that was written in charr pictograms. Amalthia took the letter, opened it and a smile suddenly crept across her face.

"It's from my warband! They've been asking how I've been doing and whether or not I plan on rejoining them." She folded the letter then handed it to Kaleb as her smile faded just as quickly as it appeared.

He fumbled with the parchment then asked her. "So does that mean you plan on going back to them?"

Amalthia grabbed hold of Kaleb's hand and stroked it in reassurance. "No. Like you, I am now a free agent. My place from here on out will always be with you. So don't worry."

"But don't your people frown on that sort of thing? You know... turning your back on your comrades in arms?"

Amalthia shook her head. "It's not like that. They would respect my decision given the circumstances. In fact, I probably can keep my suffix name of Steelblade if I do go as a free agent. But no matter what happens, they will always be my brothers and sister in arms."

Her mate's face suddenly brightened. "Hey! How about we do a big meetup between your warband and my comrades. I'm sure Cynth and Brad would love to meet your crew."

"Um. We aren't ausarans. Only they have krewes," she said mockingly.

Kaleb playfully thumped her on one of her horns. "What's with you and the homophones?"

"It's my duty to make your life as entertaining as possible," she gently cuffed him on the face with her clawed hand.

The two lovers embraced in a kiss as their passion became more intense. Kaleb began to completely disrobe when Amalthia stopped him.

"Hold it, tiger. I'm still tired, sweaty and very cranky from this project. I'll be in the mood once I get cleaned up and dressed into something more appropriate." She smiled then gave him an affectionate lick on the side of his face.

"Anyway, I think having our 'crews' meeting up would be a wonderful idea. It might take a week or two to get things arranged, but I'm sure they would be thrilled to meet your people," she said as she tucked the letter into her pocket.

Since their stay at Ulfgar's, the couple had become practically celebrities among the people who patronized the tavern. Everyone clamored to talk to and be entertained by the human and charr who openly professed their affection for each other.

After the two had cleaned up and got dressed for a day on the town, they headed downstairs to the main bar. As always, Ulfgar was there to greet them.

"Top of the mornin' to ye, youngsters," the big norn said while holding up a tall mug of ale in a salutary fashion.

Both of them responded in unison. "Hey Ulf."

Kaleb and Amalthia sat next to each other on the bar-stools and each ordered a half-pint of lager. Kaleb was the first to drink his down.

"I wonder when Ari will have those outfits done for us," he wondered while stroking his mate's long golden mane.

Amalthia turned to him and said in a soothing voice as she stroked his arm with her pawed hand. "They should be ready sometime tomorrow. Hey. While we are in Lion's Arch, I would like to do a bit of research."

"Oh? What kind of research?"

"Those life commitment rituals your people call marriages."

Ulfgar let out a hearty laugh.

"What's so funny?" Kaleb and Amalthia asked simultaneously.

The mighty norn leaned down and crossed his arms on the table as he looked at his two dearest friends.

"The one force nothing on the face of Tyria can stop. I meant no disrespect to either of ya. But seeing the evolution of this amazing occurrence brings warmth to this old norn's heart."

"I would love to hear about how your people perform their life commitment rituals," Amaltha stated.

Ulfgar held his arms aloft and grinned. "The traditions of our people are carried in spoken word and written form. As a matter of fact, a cousin of mine is having a handfasting with his beloved in the next month. I would be honored if the two of ye attended."

Kaleb stood up then bowed in respect. "It would be my honor, Ulfgar."

"This is an honor, sir. Thank you." Amalthia saluted then bowed as well.

"You are both most welcome. Oh. Kaleb - I almost forgot. There's a letter for ya," Ulfgar said as he reached under the counter and pulled out an envelope. "It arrived first thing this morning."

After Ulfgar handed him the envelope, Kaleb saw that his father addressed it.

I wonder what this is about, he thought as he opened it.

Upon reading his father's letter, Kaleb looked up at Amalthia and Ulfgar and said in a slightly distressed voice. "My sister, Rachel, has been accepted into the Asuran College of Synergetics. They plan on throwing a going away bash tonight."

Amalthia's ears flattened. "So are you going?"

"Why should I? After what she did to me, I don't owe that kid a minute more of my time." Kaleb crumpled the letter in disgust then threw it on the table.

Ulfgar looked at the wadded piece of paper then back at his longtime friend. He sighed as he bowed his head.

"We norns tell of heroic deeds and epic struggles on the battlefield. But even our people face some of the fiercest, most heartbreaking battles of all - the ones that occur under the roofs of our own homes."

"You've had backstabbing siblings too?" Kaleb asked as Ulfgar handed him back the crumpled piece of paper.

"Lad. Some of the most grievous wounds inflicted upon the heart are the ones given by those closest to us. Hell, I remember a time when my own brother left me for dead after my great hunt. He was jealous over the fact that my deed had won over the heart of one of the most beautiful lass in all of the Shiverpeaks. It took him over three decades to forgive me of that transgression," the old norn said somberly.

"It's so hard to do, Ulf. I mean it was my sister who was responsible for me getting kicked out of the house," Kaleb said angrily.

"No, lad. She only revealed a truth that would have eventually come out in the end. As painful as it was for you, it was a necessary step in your relationship with Amalthia. Perhaps your sister is afraid of something or someone."

"Rachel's always been the perfect little angel, always going to church to look good in the eyes of her mother. I mean, she seems to get a free pass when she's all gaga over that asuran boyfriend of hers. Yet when I mention having a relationship with a charr, my whole family goes to pieces. It's really not fair, yanno?"

Amalthia held Kaleb's hand and smiled. "Kaleb. I think I may know why your sister may be such a brat."

"Oh? You never met her and how would your people know anything about how my people behave in situations like that?" Kaleb observed as he clasped his hands with hers.

"Listen. Hate is a universal principle. It sounds like your sister deeply resents your mother. Trust me, I know this. One day, I would like to talk to members of your family so they can get to know me better."

"My youngest sister would probably love you because she would think you are cute and cuddly. But Rachel... she's an entirely different story altogether. And my mom... I'm afraid she would lose it if she saw you. I'm sorry Amalthia, I just don't think my family is ready for you at this time," Kaleb said somberly.

She nuzzled him. "It's okay. I understand. Like I said before - one step at a time."

"One step at a time, then." Kaleb kissed her on the cheek.

Evening had arrived as Kaleb was walking down the street that led to the place where he was born and raised. He asked Amalthia to remain at Ulf’s since this was a matter that he had to resolve with his own family. Once he neared his former homestead, he heard a faint commotion coming from the barn. Curious about the noise, he changed his course to investigate.

Moaning sounds were coming from one of the spare stalls just on the other side of where he was standing. When he took a lantern to check out what was going on, he looked down and noticed several sheets were sprawled out atop the haystack. In the center, two large lumps began wiggling as groans of pleasure emanated from them. Seconds later, the sheets were flung back revealing the faces of an older man and a much younger woman.

"Uncle Will? Trish?!"

Kaleb's ex-girlfriend saw his dark eyes and hair illuminated by the amber glow of the light. As soon as she saw him she jerked the sheets over her exposed breasts.

"Kaleb... just what are you doing here? Aren't you supposed to be with that charr girlfriend of yours?"

"Trish, Trish. Why does seeing you naked in a hay barn with my uncle, no less, somehow not surprise me? How much lower could you stoop?" Kaleb shot back.

"Kaleb, I..."

"Don't say anything more, uncle. She's just making you feel twenty years younger so she can talk you into marrying her. Am I right?"

Moments later, a barn cat ambled by as it came up to Will Grimwald, begging for a scratch on the neck. But as he began stroking the cat's chin, Patricia abruptly grabbed the feline by the scruff of the neck.

"Screw you, you feline fornicator! Here. Is this what you like making love to? Cause here... have some more pussy!"

Patricia flung the hapless cat through the air as it careened into a hard wood panel of the stall. Unfortunately, Kaleb had no time to react fast enough to catch it. He saw the limp body of the innocent creature and his face suddenly filled with rage. With lightning-fast reflexes he drew his sword then lunged straight towards his ex.

"I would take your head off right where your slutty body lies. What say you now, whore!?" Kaleb was now a force of vengeance.

His uncle was quivering in fear, but managed enough courage to say something. "Kaleb, please. This was all a misunderstanding. I... I cannot believe you did that to the cat, Trish. You had no right to do that to Fredricka."

"What? You were about to propose to me and all you care about is a damn cat?"

Kaleb's rage boiled over. He grabbed the lantern then hovered it just in front of his face revealing his maniacal visage.

"I've offed worthless people like you before. The next time I see your sack-sucking face around here again, I swear I'll have your head mounted on my wall!" He pushed the edge of his sword unto her neck until it drew a slight trickle of blood. When his ex got up very quickly to leave, the man she had been sleeping with jerked back and commented on how the sheets got wet. Kaleb deduced that he must have quite literally scared the piss out of her.

Once the former girlfriend had departed, Kaleb helped his wayward uncle to his feet.

"I can only say that I'm a little disappointed in you, uncle. I just hope she doesn't come back a couple of months later saying that thing in her belly is yours."

Will looked up at his nephew with shame. "I'm so sorry Kal. She said she loved me and wanted me to marry her. I guess I was just a lonely, old man who was desperately seeking companionship."

Nearby, a slight mewing sound could be heard. Kaleb looked over to see that Fredricka was still alive.

"If you don't mind, uncle, I'm taking the cat. She will be much safer with Amalthia and I anyway."

"Take her, please. It was my fault that all of this happened in the first place."

Kaleb picked up the injured feline then gently tucked her into the crook of his arm.

"I've got to go. This night didn't turn out at all as I expected."

His uncle looked up and asked. "Are you still going to Rachel's college acceptance party?"

"Hardly. Given what just happened, I believe that I'll even be less welcome than I already am. Besides, I saw Trish heading towards the family house. No doubt she's spreading more lies about me... well except for the part where I threatened to kill her for doing this to the poor cat. Please enlighten my dad to that fact in case they believe the lie that I just randomly threaten people without good reason," Kaleb said as he departed from the barn while carrying Fredricka in his coat.

***

Over an hour later, Kaleb was back at the tavern showing off the newly rescued feline to everyone. When Amalthia examined the injured animal, she immediately began scrounging for some medical supplies.

"She appears to have a fractured tibia judging by the way she reacts. I'll make a splint. Just give me about five minutes and I'll have something that should help mend the bones properly," Amalthia said as she began salvaging some metal stirring sticks then took them to her workshop to fashion a makeshift splint.

Kaleb took the cat with him being careful to shield her eyes from the flickering blue welding flame. He, then, gently tucked their new charge into a set of sheets at the foot of their bed.

Once Amalthia was done with the splint, she fastened it onto Fredricka then began stroking the creature until it was fast asleep. Kaleb kissed his mate on the cheek then covered the lower half of the cat's body in a knitted shawl.

"I think she'll be fine. Thanks m'dear for crafting that for her."

Amalthia shook her head. "You never told me what happened to the poor thing."

"A vengeful ex happened. I caught her and my uncle in the act and she got pissed, grabbed the cat and threw it against the side of the barn wall." Kaleb's face grew red with anger over replaying the incident in his head.

"Did you lop her head off? I sure would have."

"I came damn close. But she pissed the sheets in fear. For me, that was satisfaction enough."

"I can do her real slow if you like. Go for the kneecaps then work my way up."

Kaleb shook his head disapprovingly. "No dear. A charr killing a human in that manner would only validate bigotry. That little tramp is not worth the powder or the lead in a single cartridge. One way or another, she'll get what's coming to her."

"I gather you didn't make it to your sister's whatever-it-was party."

"Nah. Given what had happened, I don't think I'm going to be exactly welcomed by my family at this time. I just hope my father and uncle see Trish for the person she really is." Kaleb bowed his head as he rubbed his temples, hoping to alleviate an oncoming headache.

"I wrote back to my warband and invited them over to our place this weekend. Didn't you say that Brad and Cynthia would be joining up as well?" Amalthia queried.

Kaleb nodded. "Yup. They'll all be here - pretty much everyone from my unit."

"I hope it'll take your mind off all that's happened." His mate licked him on the forehead then rested her head atop his.

"What will we do with this little girl? I would love to keep her but the two of us are usually gone so much of the time," Kaleb asked.

"Would Ulfgar take him? He seems to love animals."

"He told me that he's allergic to cats. Loves dogs, though."

"Waait... I know..." Amalthia was about to say when Kaleb interjected.

"Ludrick. Of course! I'm sure your old man... err, charr... would love this little gal as a companion."

Amalthia massaged the back of Kaleb's head using her long claws. "Well. We can make plans to see him tomorrow if you like. Don't worry; he's forgiven you for what happened. The only problem may be that he's not forgiven himself for what he did to you."

"It doesn't matter. I understand your father's reasons for doing what he did. Let's call this a peace offering."

"You think your ex will press charges?" Amalthia queried offhand.

Kaleb shook his head. "She has no proof anything happened. Plus, if she did then she would have to hear my testimony of how she not only abused an animal but also pissed on herself and my uncle. The humiliation alone would be enough to deter her from doing anything."

"I hope you're right, love." She kissed him and he returned the favor with a passionate kiss of his own.

"Hey. Our outfits are going to be ready by tomorrow, right?"

Amalthia nodded.

"Good! Then maybe we can both spend some time doing some research into the marriage thing. That is, after we drop our little friend off here at your father's."

The two lovers headed to bed then drifted off to a deep and peaceful sleep as their charge curled up between them and purred loudly in contentment. For the first time in her existence, Fredricka was in a place where she was both safe and loved.

(All chapters have been posted to AO3. Chapter 25 is posted here.)

#gw2 fanfic #tyrias-library #guild wars fan fiction #the outliers #kaleb and amalthia #cw adult situations

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I am, a born again giver. I’ve taken for waaaayyy too long. Hoarding, keeping, covetous behavior. Believe me, I’ve done it. But I’ve decided, I have been needy, and a taker. I have kept things, in my house, that I don’t use, that is energy that others could be using, for a long time. I’ve also withheld my love, to people in my relationships. I’m being honest, because it feels better to do it, and because, I’ve decided that it’s time for a change, for the whole of me.

The fact is, I’ve hidden, and withheld, my love from people I love, that I feel I’ve been hurt by. The hurt, is what caused, and causes my behavior in those cases. Ask anyone who knows me. I’m, a jerk. Well, that’s how I feel they feel. And I see that a lot, in my daily life. Jerk... asshole... fuckers... all of them. Well, the fact is, none of them, are that. I saw, what I felt. And that’s how it works. Fear vs. love, is a real thing. All emotions break down to either fear or love, and love, ain’t that.

Deciding to love, is not a job for the weak. Love gets a bad rap sometimes. “I love you”. Pussy... love is for chicks with dicks. You can’t possibly love. You’re a man. You have to be strong, and powerful, and show dominance over all others. Well, I have, and quite frankly, I hate having that kind of a penis.

Love is not a pussy action. It takes balls upon balls, to love. Or, as Betty white says, balls are weak, why not love like a pussy, cause it takes a good pounding. I’m paraphrasing, but that was the gist. Love, isn’t the dick move, it’s the best move you can make, and here’s why; love envelopes you, in power. The power of love, moves people to be, who they are. It allows the contrast to fade, and the love out shines all hate, and fear. Fear, is what holds us back from achieving the life we all desire. The lives all look different, cause what floats one of us may not do it for another, but ultimately the very same effect occurs. Happiness.

Happiness is relative, but the result of your feeling good, affects the whole of us all. The people who are happy, are more likely to love others, and treat people with respect and kindness. Seems pretty obvious, but we don’t tend to concentrate on creating that in our lives deliberately sometimes. The deliberate attention to loving ourselves, starts the chain of how the collective consciousness feels and acts, and how we feel and behave towards others, is the result. The fact is, only love, can save us all.

But love, is a lofty goal. It is. Love! Pft! So general. So stupid. Ok, I’ll love. Yeah, right. That will “save the world”. Whatever. Yep. That’s where it starts. With our perception toward love. So let’s try to define it. What is love to you? Maybe love is fast cars and hot women. Maybe love is a badass motorcycle on an empty highway going 88 mph. Or maybe love is a kitten, who cares? The point is, love, is a personal thing. But whatever does it for you, do that more often. Cause it will aid, in how we all treat one another, and feel about ourselves in the process. The 2 go hand in hand, really. The love, we feel, we give, and the love we see, we acknowledge to ourselves, as our own self worth.

Well, now I’m in the soup. Cause my son was trying to talk to me, and I got mad cause I was trying to type this post, and he wanted to talk. A lot. So, the loving thing to do? Whatever you feel, is good. So, are you feeling guilty like I am? If you are, go back and acknowledge your misstep. If not, continue your anger, the rest of the day pointed at him. Or, decide to let it all go, and act normally next time. All of these options, vaiid, but what feels the best? Well, I’m peeing right now as I type, but eventually, I’ll go back and apologize, and be cool with my boy, cause he’s pretty neat, and I dig having an open, and good relationship with him. Please hold, as I wipe, and do that. I’ll let you know how it turns out. Ok, the wiping went as expected, and my son and I, are cool. I apologized. Cause he comes first to me. That’s the way I choose to love, not for anyone else, but myself. Because loving my son, is my top priority, sometimes. And sometimes, all the time, I’m human. And I get aggravated that I’m not where I want to be in my life, and I’m not the best mom, but we try to stay vigilant as humans that are trying their best to be good parents and people to everyone in our lives. It’s a process, and we have our lives, to practice.

Life isn’t always the easiest to navigate. But, that’s a belief I have to overcome. It can be easy, if I think it is. My beliefs, dictate how I feel about things like that, myself, and others. The actions I decide to take are ruled by me. My moods, my emotions, who cut me off on the road, who screwed me over years ago, who talked shit about me and I found out about it. A lot of things in life affect the moods of us all. And when we interact, all is accounted for. “Oh yeah? Well I’m not taking your shit ever again! Fuck off!” “Fine! Oh, and I’ll take back my Pink Floyd album with David gilmour on there, and he’s hot, even though he’s in his mid 70s... whatever!” “Yeah, and give me back my copy of Aerosmith’s pump, cause you and I both know that steven Tyler had sex in an elevator, a lot, the whole band probably has!” “Oh yeah? Well I want my copy of peter Gabriel’s “I love to be loved” back, cause I do, and I don’t love you!” “Great, and ll take back my Nazareth’s love hurts, cause it fuckin does!” “Well, the indigo girls write about that love shit all the time, so it’s all mine now!” “Whatever, rem says “I am the everything” so I am, and “everybody hurts” so you can suck it, cause you hurt me! Asshole...” “Uh huh, right! I’m over this shit! So I’m gonna take back all of “the cure” on out of here, by deleting your ass, that is big, like sir mix a lots big butt song! I’m out!” (Other person sticks tongue out) scene.

Why am I an asshole, to myself? Why do I choose my “right tight assness” over loving someone and getting over my own shit? Cause of hurt. Cause of pain, cause of not being heard or appreciated for being myself. Well, all that is also valid, but who is in charge of how I feel? No one, but me. So how do I stop myself from being insulted by everyone’s ass behavior? By changing my perception of it. Well, I can’t. Cause it hurt, and really pissed me off. So wait a minute... I’m in charge of that shit! Right, so now what? Well, I decide to focus on something else for a bit, until I feel a little better. Yeah, but I still am thinking about that ass move! What a douche! Right, I’m right back to where I started. Thinking about the ass. So, now what? Well, be accepting in the moment. “Fuck them! Yeah! Jerks...” how is that energy working for you? Not at all. Right. Focus, is everything.

Is it easy at first? Fuck no! It’s terrible! It hurts and I’m mad and I hate and it’s everyone’s fault and they are all against me, and they’re happy and I’m not and the world isn’t fair and the gas prices are high and the taxes are too and I’m gonna get high or drink to numb and make myself balance out a bit. THAT’S how it starts. And that’s not where it ends. It ends, with everyone, losing their g. d. minds with misery and upset.

We are all interconnected. There is not one person, that isn’t in some way connected to another. Even the hermit in the forest by themselves, is connected to nature, which is connected to themselves, and everyone else. Our shared humanity, is what brings us together, whether we like it, or not. So why not become one? Because fear, rocks that boat, and HARD!

I’m not like them! They have NO F’N CLUE what I’ve been through, or the experiences I’ve had, or the love I’ve been denied! They’re this, or that, or not into what I’m into, or a different race, or gender, or socioeconomic class, or whatever, just NOT like me, so they can’t say SHIT! Yes, well, do you like pumpkin spice lattes? Wtf?! Pumpkin spice lattes? I’m talking to you about your uneducated ass talking to me about me, ok? And now you’re talking about pumpkin spice lattes. You’re stupid! Yes, I am, but do you like them? I don’t know... the hell with this conversation... ok. Well, if you do, here’s a Starbucks gift card for one. Maybe we can discuss how you feel over one. Um, no, cause you’ll never get me. I’m too different from you. Got it. Then which latte do you like, cause there’s a lot to choose from..

There’s a commonality between people that were missing in society today. Similarities run rampant around the world, but we seem to blow right past it sometimes, without a bat of an eyelash. The similarity, is love. We all need it. We all crave it; understanding, care, compassion, empathy. But do we give it freely? And do we give it, to ourselves?

Here’s how I give love to myself the best I can, and mind you, I’m no expert. Just sharing some observations here. I mean, I’m not educated. I’m still technically in my junior year of college. I only have an associates degree in liberal arts, not psychology. I’m not a very good example of what you would call, “a success” or even employed. So what do I know? THAT, is what I used to say to myself, in my head, a lot. Now, my internal monologue, all be it not perfect, is different. It’s, “hey Kari. Let’s do our best to love today. Oh shit, all I see that I’m getting from people is more hate. Ok, recognized and reconsidered. I don’t have to stay in this place in my mind, seeing all that hate. What can I do to jar myself out of it, and perceive more positively? Think the next best thought I can believe, fully. Ok, what’s that? How about, I’m a good person who does her best? I mean, it’s true. I try. Yes, cool. What can you do to take care of you today? Deodorant! Yes! How about a shower? Better! Ok.” and so on and so forth.

Love, is not always a grand gesture. And it’s a word we throw away often. Love is the small things we do, to get to the bigger things. That’s how energy works. Incrementally. We can’t go and sustain a surge of energy. I’m better! I’m healed! From feeling like shit? Really? Yes! All better! I’ll never feel that way again, Thank fuck, cause that way was ass! I mean, I was feeling like ass, but now, I’m better, cause those people are douches, and I’m not, so I feel better cause they’re out, and I’m alone without they’re energy... um, yeah. Well, I was feeling good until I triggered myself back with the thoughts of how they were douches, and mad... yes, im back in ass gulch again in my head. And I’ve been stuck in this line with the mask on at the Trader Joe’s now, (a store I usually love with a shit ton of friendly good people both working and shopping there but I can’t see that perception today, cause I’m mad, and I feel like shit) for way too long! We see, what we want to see. We experience, what we expect and believe. That’s the truth. Whether it’s true or not is irrelevant. The choices we make on how to feel about things, are. The choice to think the thoughts we think, about everything, every day is life.

Life is not all easy n shit. My belief. It’s hard to get money. Another belief. My cat pissed on my face this morning, so my life is over, not a belief I hold, as I don’t have a cat, cause allergic. But I do know, that I can piss on myself with my thoughts, and have the same effect. Affect, effect? The same in this case. What affects us, is the effects of us all.

Being human, just is. What we make of our collective human experience and how we treat others? Our choice completely. Decisions are based on our beliefs, and our beliefs are based on either love or fear. I have to go now, as my son is hungry. But I’ll leave you with this; I love you. I stand with you in love. Choose hate, which is fear, and I won’t. My son is listening to the song, “stand by me”. My promise to you is that I will stand by you, in love, if I decide to. Love is an emotion that I’m still working on too. I fall in and out of it. But the choice, is always to hop back on the love train, cause it’s taking me places I want to go. To happyville. ❤️

#lawofattraction #love #lovematters #loveyourself #choose love #loveis #lovecore #self love #self esteem #selfworth #self reflection #selfleadership #selfawareness #self healing #mind wide open #kari keillor

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ladyshandioftheendless · 5 years

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The Wilting Rose

@misslivvie ‘s amazing companion piece to The Kept Rose~ Placed under a cut for its length. I love everything about this!! <3

The Sisterhood of the Natural Order was known throughout all the realms, known and respected as one of the highest authorities when it came to magic and witchcraft. It was not often that it happened, as the Sisterhood’s stance when it came to KISSteria’s alliances was traditionally neutral, but occasionally, other realms would call upon the Sisterhood seeking their advice or aid. Again, it was not often that other realms did so, as almost all of them, with a few exceptions, did not have or practice magic of any kind.

There were, however, the few realms that did, one realm being the magical realm of Hanoi.

As soon as Red Lotus and the Priestesses appeared in Hanoi, all of them felt the strong presence of magic; in the air, in the ground, all around them. But they also felt something else—different magic, unlike the magic interwoven into Hanoi’s essence. Hanoi’s magic was smooth, flowing, and light; this different, other magic was rough, aggressive, capable of destruction. And one look at the ruins of what had once been a castle told them destruction had occurred.

“Oh, thank the heavens!” Red Lotus turned and found a young, smooth-faced man with yellow hair and shimmering golden wings dashing toward them. His eyes were wide and shimmering, like he was about to break down in tears any moment. This, she felt, had to be Prince Michael, the one who had called them so urgently. “Which one of you is High Priestess Red Lotus?”

Red Lotus inclined her head to him respectfully as he approached, the Priestesses following suit. “That would be I. You are Prince Michael, I presume?”

“I-I—yes, I am,” he seemed rather unsure, making confusion pass through Red Lotus for a moment. But then Prince Michael came closer and grabbed her hand, giving her a look of incredible distress. Red Lotus could feel the magic within the young man, and began to think of possible ways to calm him. His distress was causing his magic to run wild, and if he ever did break down, he could possibly cause more damage. “Please, you m-must come with me right now!”

Prince Michael led the six Sisters out of what remained of the palace at a very quick pace. The women were able to keep up with him, but their surroundings nearly made them freeze in shock.

All they saw was destruction. Buildings were collapsed, some on fire but all of them in ruins. They passed by a few civilians, who seemed to barely notice their presence; they all looked and behaved in the ways that Priestess Blue Daisy recognized as symptoms of shock.

“Such destruction…” Yellow Raven remarked quietly. “Just what happened here?”

Prince Michael eventually led them out of the kingdom and into a forest, and all the Sisters felt stronger magic emanating from the forest. But still they felt the aggressive power, and saw that the path they were taking had been formed by leveled, destroyed trees. They went through the forest and finally came to the edge of a meadow—or, what had once been a meadow. The shriveled and burned flowers made Priestesses Grey Wolf and Purple Hawk tighten their grips on their staffs in shock, while Black Rose’s eyes widened in shock and slight rage at the destruction.

All their attentions, however, returned to the Prince, who had rushed over to a gathering of who looked like guards, all standing vigilant over a body lying on the ground. “How is he?” he asked them urgently. “Has anything changed?”

“No changes, my lord,” one said. “Although…”

“What?” the Prince demanded. “Although what?”

“He… He began to call for you, my lord, soon after you left. I… I fear he may be worsening, my lord.”

The Prince’s eyes widened, then, to the Sisters’ surprise, he outright shouted at the guard. “That is a change, you incompetent fool! Get out of my way!”

The guards quickly moved back, and Prince Michael fell to his knees. When Red Lotus and the Priestesses looked, they saw that the body was that of a male, gravelly injured Dryad. The Sisters could see horrid injuries all over his body, but Red Lotus sensed something else; there had been damage done to him that went deeper than his body, into his essence, that she was willing to bet had been done by the same destructive magic. The only way they could tell he was even alive was the slight rise and fall of his chest and faint rattling breaths.

Prince Michael took the Dryad’s hand and gently brushed hair away from his forehead. “Nicholas… I am here now, my love. Will you not open your eyes?”

Nicholas’s eyes remained closed, though he did lean his head into Prince Michael’s touch.

“They are lovers,” Grey Wolf whispered aloud.

Prince Michael gazed desperately down at Nicholas. “My love, please wake up,” he said, greater distress creeping into his voice and features. Still nothing. He finally gave Nicholas a desperate shake. “Nicholas!” He looked up at the Sisters, and all of them could feel how volatile his magic was becoming from his hysteria. “Please help me!” he begged, tears streaming down his cheeks. “Why will he not wake up?!”

Yellow Raven strode over and knelt down on Nicholas’s other side while the other Sisters surrounded them. She placed her hands on his forehead and chest and closed her eyes in concentration. Her hands glowed with a soft yellow light. Finally, she looked up at Prince Michael. “My Prince, like the trees from which they are born, Dryads are capable of healing themselves. But this ability is very minor, and would not be able to heal the injuries your lover has. Not only that, but…” she trailed off suddenly, immediately putting the Priestesses on edge. It was very unlike Yellow Raven to attempt to be delicate with her words.

“But what?” Prince Michael demanded.

“But even if he could, he would not be able to use his healing ability. The damage done to him goes down to his very life force. It has been ripped apart, and what is left is fading.”

“He is dying?” The Prince’s voice was small and wobbly.

Yellow Raven nodded. “Yes. But—”

“No!” Prince Michael sobbed, finally collapsing into panicked crying. A gust of wind suddenly howled through the meadow, nearly lifting the guards and the Priestesses off their feet as he gathered his lover into his arms, smacking Yellow Raven’s hands away. “No, he cannot die! He cannot!”

Blue Daisy immediately knelt down and placed her hands on his shoulders. “My Prince, you must calm yourself,” she said, her voice calm but slightly urgent. “I understand the distress, the panic you feel, but Nicholas is still alive. He is not dead yet.”

“Priestess Blue Daisy is correct,” Red Lotus spoke up, making sure her tone was calm. “You have already done a good thing by calling us. We will find a way to save Nicholas.”

“Actually,” they all turned back to Yellow Raven, who went on, “there is a way to save him. But it would require all of our combined powers, even yours. And he is so close to death, there is a chance it may not work. But it would mend his life force, enough for his healing abilities to begin working again.”

Hope dawned on Prince Michael’s face. “You could save him?”

The Priestesses all turned to Red Lotus. While they all shared the same authority, when it came to emergency decisions, the final say was in the hands of the High Priestess. After a moment’s pause Red Lotus nodded. “Yes, my Prince, we could. But we will do nothing without your permission first.”

Prince Michael nodded vigorously. “Of course… whatever it takes.”

The Priestesses and Red Lotus all knelt down around Nicholas’s body, joining hands. Purple Hawk guided Prince Michael to kneel down as well, between herself and Black Rose, and he held Nicholas’s hand while the two Priestesses placed their hands on his shoulders.

Once they were all in position, Yellow Raven began chanting the spell. The Priestesses all joined her, repeating the spell over and over as they all began to glow their respective colors. Colored energy seeped from their auras and covered Nicholas’s body, until he was enveloped head to toe in swirling, multicolored energy. As the Priestesses continued their chanting, they slowly began to feel Nicholas’s life force inching forward in strength, gradually beginning to repair itself. As Nicholas’s life force slowly pieced back together, multicolored seals formed around the cracks, flashing brightly before fading into the Dryad’s essence.

After what seemed like an eternity, Yellow Raven stopped chanting, and the Priestesses followed. Prince Michael immediately slumped weakly against Black Rose, breathing heavily but still keeping his tight grip on Nicholas’s hand. He looked to Yellow Raven desperately. “Did… Did it work?”

Yellow Raven placed her hands on the Dryad’s forehead and chest again, and focused. Then she smiled, took her hands away, and looked back up at the Prince. “His healing abilities are returning. Priestess Grey Wolf and I will have to perform more healing spells, but he will live.”

Prince Michael instantly relaxed, and the Sisters were sure they had never seen anyone look so relieved. “Thank you,” he wept. “Thank you so much. I am forever in your debt, High Priestess.”

Red Lotus stood up and went over to him, placing a hand on his shoulder. “It would be best to give the Priestesses space while hey heal him.”

Once they were all far enough away, Prince Michael sent the guards back to the city before turning back to Red Lotus. “What exactly was the spell, High Priestess?” he asked curiously.

“It is a very complicated spell, my Prince,” Red Lotus replied. “Only we Priestesses have the magical capability to perform it successfully, but your magic aided us as well. Seals have been placed around Nicholas’s life force to help him heal. When he has fully recovered, the seals will disappear. It would be wise, though, if he did nothing that could possibly break the seals until then.”

Prince Michael nodded. “Of course.” He bowed reverently to her. “I truly mean what I said, High Priestess,” he said to her. “I had heard stories of the Sisterhood from my… from my mother… and from the selflessness you have shown, I now see they were all correct. I am forever in your debt for your help.”

Red Lotus smiled, but suddenly thought back to the question Yellow Raven had asked earlier. “There is no need for such a debt, my Prince,” she said. “It was our pleasure. But if you truly feel so… answer one question, and I will consider your debt paid.”

“Of course, anything,”

Red Lotus pressed her lips together, then asked, “Just what has happened to this realm?”

Prince Michael’s face contorted in brief surprise, then suddenly darkened. “I trust you’ve seen all the destruction?” At Red Lotus’s nod he went on. “It was a group of four, but I knew them all. They were from Anarkia.” He spat out the name like it was poison in his mouth. “They destroyed this meadow and everything else you saw. They leveled the entire palace. They hurt my Nicholas and… and killed my parents.”

Red Lotus was unable to do anything other than place a hand on his shoulder. “I am very sorry,”

Prince Michael shook his head. “Do not be sorry, High Priestess.” He looked back over to Yellow Raven and Grey Wolf, who were standing up, and his eyes fell on Nicholas. He mumbled something under his breath.

The Priestesses wasted no more time than necessary in Hanoi after that. Yellow Raven left Prince Michael specific instructions on what to watch out for as Nicholas recovered, and they all wished Prince Michael—or more appropriately, King Michael—good fortune in rebuilding Hanoi.

“May I make a request of you, High Priestess?” Michael said as they prepared to return to KISSteria. At Red Lotus’s nod, “I must ask that you tell no one you and your Priestesses came here. I realize it is an odd request, but I do not wish to tarnish the Sisterhood’s reputation in any way.”

His tone made Red Lotus wonder why, exactly, the Sisterhood’s reputation would be possibly tarnished at all. But she nodded all the same, her and the Priestesses bowing their heads. “You have my word. No one will know.”

When the six had all returned to the Temple, they dispersed to their chambers to rest from the journey. But for a moment, Red Lotus paused and thought back to Prince Michael and how he had told her to not be sorry. For she had heard the words he mumbled under his breath.

“It is they who will be sorry…”

#once again my friends gifting me the best writings ever!!#I AM STILL SO UNWORTHY #KISSteria guest writings!#submission #Rose of Hanoi #~FaerieWood~

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mylovelylittleobsessions · 5 years

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I’d like to point out that I wrote this instead of interacting with polite society. Ya know, as you do.

Rated E - contains D/S relationship, sex toys, light bondage, praise kink, and Alec Hardy being called “baby” frequently (not like that). Gender-neutral reader PoV, 3,331 words

Based on these two prompts

You were seated on your couch nursing a glass of Cabernet when you got the text message. It was simple, just three words: “You busy tonight?” You glanced at the name of the sender and smiled.

Alec.

You’d met Alec in a pub a few years ago. He’d been the one nursing a drink then, a single malt on the rocks. You’d taken in the slumped shoulders and careworn face and slipped over, buying him another round. The two of you had gotten to talking, learning about each other: you, a wages clerk, him with the police (you hadn’t wanted to press for details). The night had gone on, and you’d eventually invited him home. He accepted the invitation, and the night had been wild and unforgettable.

After that, you’d seen each other off and on, trying out different things, finding each other’s likes and dislikes, until you stumbled upon what he really needed. You and he came to a new arrangement, and set up some necessary boundaries. You became his caring, watchful Dominant, and he your overworked, stubborn Submissive.

You fired back a reply, setting on a time in the early evening for him to drop in, then set to arranging your playroom Just So. You both preferred it cozy, with closed drapes and dimmed lights. You fluffed up the pillows on the bed tucked in the corner, perfect for cuddling in after, when he was coming out of subspace and needed some tender recovery (your favorite part, if you were perfectly honest; there was something special about those sweet moments when Alec was blissed out and touch-hungry). When you deemed the setup perfect, you went to the kitchen and had a light supper.

It wasn’t long until there was a sharp knock on your door. You padded over to the door in house slippers and opened it. Alec stood in your doorway, and the tension was palpable. He looked so drawn and weary, you just wanted to scoop him up and shield him from the world forever.

You reached out and tangled your fingers in his hair, pressing a tender kiss to his forehead. He melted into your touch, and the sheer relief on his face gutted you. Whatever he was going through must be especially awful. You had your work cut out for you tonight.

“Come on in, love.” You led him inside and shut the door behind him. Taking his coat, you sent him over to the couch, a hot cup of tea waiting for him on the side table. After hanging it up, you walked into the sitting room and sat down next to him. You gave his free hand a little squeeze. “You wanna talk about it?” He took a sip of his tea and shook his head.

“Can’t.” He muttered apologetically. Must be an open case, then.

He set the tea down and rested his head on your shoulder with a sigh. You reached over and started carding your fingers through his hair, scratching his scalp with your nails. The petting soothed him a little, but you can still see the stress in his half-lidded eyes.

“What is it you need tonight, Alec? How can I help?”

He sat up and looked at you, desperate and almost lost. You could have wept, it was so intense. “Make me forget.” He practically begged. “Just make it go away.”

The poor thing! You sighed and cupped his cheek in one hand, and he leaned into it, eyes drifting closed. “Of course I will, baby. You know I’ll make everything better for you.” You brushed your thumb against his cheekbone. “Do you have any plans for the weekend?”

He shook his head.

“Then stay here with me. Let me take care of you. You work yourself damn near to the bone; you deserve to be taken care of.”

He was blushing just a little. He was fine with sex, but he was weird about the feelings aspect. “Y-ya promise?”

Oh, that sweet little stutter! You couldn’t help but smile and kiss his lips. “Of course I promise! I’ll take such good care of you, Alec. Just stay. Will you stay?”

He nodded, still blushing.

“Good!” Now, down to brass tacks, as it were. You crooked a finger under his chin and tilted his head so he was looking you in the eye. “Go ahead and prep yourself. Supplies are in the washroom. Then, meet me in the playroom. I want you stripped and kneeling, with your hands behind your back. Understood?”

He nodded, blush fading and pupils dilating. He knew what was coming, mostly. You usually left some elements of the scene as a surprise; nothing that broke his hard limits, of course, but always something that made no two scenes exactly identical. He stood and walked down the hall to the washroom and shut the door. It would take him some time to get ready, so you had some time to settle on exactly what he would be getting into tonight.

You picked up the teacup and set it in the sink. No pain this time, not with that look he had. Sense play might be an option, but nothing extreme. No, it would be pleasure tonight, nothing but pleasure. He needed to feel good and, damn it, you were going to make sure he had nothing but bliss!

(Well, maybe a touch of agony, but only enough to make the pleasure sweeter.)

After a bit, you heard the washroom door open and footsteps head into the playroom. You took a moment to compose yourself, then walked down the hall to the open playroom door.

Alec was obediently kneeling before you in the center of the room, head bowed. His clothes were tucked into a corner, folded, but not all that neatly. Ah well, no one was perfect. You smiled and walked over to him, and tilted his head up to look at you.

“Very good, Alec. I love it when you’re a good boy.”

Alec smiled back, just a little, almost bashful. Almost. He licked his lips to dampen them, then opened his mouth to speak.

“You have a question? Go ahead.”

“What... um, that is, erm...”

“You want to know what the plan is? What I’m going to do with you?”

“Yeah.”

“Well,” you purr, trailing a finger down his jaw, “I told you I was going to take care of you, didn’t I? That’s the plan, baby. I’m going to make you feel so good, gonna make you explode with how good you feel. Gonna make your brain drip out of your ears from the sheer pleasure that’ll be coursing through it.” You seized his chin in a little pinch, just to hold his attention. “That sound good to you, baby?”

If you’d thought his pupils were dilated before, they were absolutely blown now. You’d managed to hit all his buttons with that little speech. “Oh, fuck yes.” He rasped.

“Mm, good boy. I’d hoped you’d say that.” You let go of his chin and walked over to your toy cabinet. You had an arsenal in there, and now you were going for the big guns.

First, a blindfold. You plucked out a black silk one from a drawer and set it where Alec could see. Just a little taster of what was to come. Next, cuffs; a joking nod to his profession, and something to keep him still. You debated over two sets before selecting the lambskin-lined pair. You set them on top of the blindfold and heard him make a noise. A whimper, perhaps?

You chuckled. “Patience!” You cooed at him, sing-song. Was he getting needy already? Maybe you’d laid it on too thick. Oh well, too late now.

A gag next. That was no hard choice at all. You found the black ball gag immediately and set it on the table. You stopped before looking for anything else. That definitely was a whimper. You turned with your arms folded, mock-irritated, with the blindfold in your fingers.

“Alec, are you going to behave yourself, or am I going to have to put this on you early and take away the big surprise?”

He shook his head frantically. “I’ll be good!”

You smiled indulgently then padded over to him again to tangle your fingers in his hair, giving it a small tug, just enough to sting. “That’s what I thought. I know you’re just so eager to feel so good.” You happened to glance down at his crotch and smiled wider. “Ooh, and already getting hard for me! Don’t get carried away just yet, okay?”

He nodded, gasping just a little.

“Good boy. You want a collar to go with the cuffs tonight?”

He thought about it, then shook his head. “No, thank you.”

“Such good manners!” You kissed him on top of his head and went back to the cabinet. “That earns you an extra reward!”

(A reward you’d already been considering, but you could keep that to yourself.)

You put the blindfold back on the table, then rifled through the small box of bottles and tubes on the inner shelf before pulling out one in particular with a triumphant flourish. “Here you are!” You set the bottle of lube down where Alec could see and winked at him. Like everything else you’d selected, this one was his favorite. It warmed him up very quickly, just the way he liked it.

Now, for the big finish. You pulled a large crate from the lower section of the cabinet and pushed it next to Alec, who looked at it with confusion. Unsurprising, since you’d never used it with him before. You reached in and pulled out your sybian from the crate and set it next to him. It took a minute for it to dawn on him, then he swallowed and bit his lip as he put all the pieces together.

“Let’s just get everything ready for you, hmm?” You plucked the lube from the table and uncapped it before coating the sybian’s dildo attachment with it. It was good sized and ridged, and shaped just right to fill Alec up the way he liked. You heard him moan. “Just a moment longer, baby, then it’s all yours.”

Once you’d finished, you helped Alec to his feet, then guided him over to the sybian. “Just ease onto it, Alec. You don’t want to hurt yourself. Take your time.”

Obediently, Alec knelt, then slowly worked the dildo in until he was fully seated. He jolted just a hair as he did so.

“You okay?”

“Yeah.” He muttered, flushed. “I just, um, bumped into my—”

“Your sweet spot?” You purred into his ear.

He nodded mutely.

“Excellent. That’ll make it even better later.” You grabbed the rest of the things off the table and knelt down next to him. “Wrists first, Alec.”

He recrossed his wrists behind the small of his back and you locked the cuffs onto him, pressing little kisses to his shoulders and neck. “That okay? Nothing pulling?”

“No, it’s good.” He murmured, starting to slur. Oh, he was starting to slip under already, and you’d barely started!

“Stay with me just a little longer, baby, then you can drift for me.” You picked up the blindfold next. “Eyes closed.”

His eyes sank shut and you slipped the blindfold on. He was already rock hard against his belly, and you gave a teasing flick to one of his nipples. He yelped at the sensation, honest-to-God yelped. “Just checking.” You cooed soothingly, kissing his cheek.

Lastly, the gag. “Open wide.”

Alec opened his mouth and you set the gag in, before strapping in closed at the back of his head. “Now,” you said firmly, “do you remember what to do if it becomes too much?”

He nodded emphatically, then snapped his fingers three times behind his back.

“Good boy.” You purred, stroking his hair. “I always have to check, no exceptions.”

He hummed through the gag as you stood up to plug the sybian in. “Now, we’re gonna build this up bit by bit. All you need to do is just sit there and feel good. Easy enough, right?”

“Mmmm...” he moaned, muffled.

“Very good, Alec.” You sat down in a chair next to him and gave his hair a little pat. “Now, if you want to be really, really good for me, you’ll draw this out for as long as you can. Just keep yourself on the edge, let yourself go higher and higher until your brain just snaps. Doesn’t that sound wonderful?”

“Mmmm-mm!!” He moaned, nodding.

You grinned wolfishly. “I thought you might.” You picked up the remote and reached for the dial. “Here we go, baby.”

You turned the dial to the lowest setting, and the sybian purred to life. Almost instantly, Alec was writhing, bucking his hips as the vibrations started driving him wild.

“Oh, that feels so good, doesn’t it? That just rocks your world?” You leaned in close to purr in his ear. “Baby, we’re just getting started!”

You flicked the dial up to the next setting, and the sybian grew louder, as did Alec. He strained in the cuffs, trying to break out and, if you had to guess, touch himself. You ran a soothing hand down his back. “Easy, baby! Don’t hurt yourself!”

You kept stroking his spine as he thrashed. “I know, I know it just feels amazing, and you wanna stroke your pretty cock, but you don’t need to. You just let me take care of everything. Just let me take you higher,” you turned the dial up again, and the vibrations increased, “and higher, Alec. Just let all that pleasure melt those bad feelings away.”

Alec damn near screamed in ecstasy as his thrashing made the dildo brush against his prostate. He rocked his hips like mad, precum already dripping from his cock.

“Slow down, you greedy thing!” You teasingly chastised. “All things to those who wait.” You turned the dial down a level, and Alec whined at the loss. “Aw, I know! You wanna keep chasing that high. I’ll turn it back up, but only if you promise to take your time. Can you do that for me?”

Alec nodded wildly, and you turned the dial back up. Though it seemed an effort, Alec managed to not immediately grind his prostate back onto the dildo. Instead, he wriggled into a halfway point and just rocked into it as slowly as he could.

“Good boy, Alec. That’s so good.” You stroked his hair again with a smile. “You deserve this. You deserve to feel this good. You deserve to have someone take care of you.” You clicked the dial up again, and Alec whined. “Do you think you can manage this for a while? Do you think you can sit here for ten minutes and not cum your pretty brains out, just savor these sensations?”

Alec nodded, but you could tell it was a hardship. “Good. Just ten minutes, then I’ll turn it up all the way, and you can just bliss out.”

What came out from behind the gag sounded like a mewl. “Oh, do you like the sound of that? I bet you do!” You pressed feather-light kisses against his ears, his cheeks, and his neck. “God, you’re so beautiful, all trussed up like this, an absolute live wire. I’d paint a portrait of you, if I could. You’re an absolute masterpiece!”

You could see his legs trembling with exertion as he stayed seated on the sybian. His muscles were probably so sore. You hoped when he came, he wouldn’t pull anything; that wouldn’t be sexy, that would be painful. “You’ve been kneeling so long, baby. Do your legs hurt? Don’t worry: I’ll give you a nice, long rub-down later, then I’ll fuck you nice and slow, all comfy and cozy. Won’t that be nice?”

Alec nodded, but it was slower, almost vacant. You suspected that if you peeked under the blindfold, Alec’s eyes would be absolutely glazed. There was a fine line of drool spilling out from a corner of his mouth. You smiled. There was the moment you’d been waiting for.

“You’ve gone under, haven’t you? You are just floating right now. Your brain is just stuffed with cotton clouds, isn’t it? And doesn’t it feel so good?”

If not for the gag, you knew Alec would be smiling. As it was, you got another vacant nod. Ooh, he’d gone deep. Time for the home stretch.

“Okay, Alec, it’s been ten minutes. You’ve been so good, baby, so good.” You flicked the remote up to the last setting, then knelt down next to Alec as his hips started to rock faster.

“You’ve earned this, Alec. All that pleasure is just melting you down, and you’re loving every second. You deserve this, all this sweet bliss.” You leaned in to whisper in his ear. “Now, you be a very good boy, and grind on your sweet spot again. Just keep it there until you cum and cum and cum.”

Obediently, Alec rocked his hips perfectly into place for a good fifteen seconds before his spine arched, and he came hard. All the while, you whispered encouragements to him, telling him how good he was, that he was doing so well, that you were so proud, and to just cum out all that stress.

When he was finally spent, you dialed down the sybian level by level until it was off. With great care, you helped Alec off the floor and out of the gear, piece by piece, then gently walked him over to the bed. He wobbled like a newborn animal, to the point you had to carry him over, then gently wrap him in a thick, fluffy blanket. After tucking him in, you reached down next to the bed to grab a bottle of water from the mini fridge.

“Alec? I need you to drink this, baby. Just sip it slow.”

He managed to sit up and sip the water while you fished out a tube of muscle ointment from the first aid kit next to the fridge. You preferred the kind that didn’t reek to high heaven and, frankly, so did Alec.

“I’m gonna take care of your legs now, okay?”

Alec nodded, and you gently untucked his legs to massage the ointment into his aching thighs and calves. Noting a few small abrasions on his shins, you made a mental note to put down pillows next time. As you tucked his legs back in, Alec hummed drowsily.

“Erm, c-could we...hold off th’ slow f’ckin’ till t’morrow?” He slurred. You smiled gently and stroked his hair.

“Of course, baby. Anything you want. I didn’t think you’d be up for it tonight anyway.”

Alec hummed, sleepy smile plastered on his face. “Feel really good...” he mumbled into the pillow.

“I’m so glad to hear it.” You replied, rearranging the covers so he was cozy. “You want me to put on some music, so you’ll sleep better?”

He nodded, so you picked a soothing playlist on your phone and hit shuffle. The sound of Debussy filled the room, thanks to a few strategically placed speakers. Alec nestled deeper into the pillows. “Tha’s pretty...”

You set the phone down and carded your fingers through his hair. “You were so good, Alec. Such a good boy. Now, you just settle down and have a nice, long sleep. Don’t worry about getting up early. You can have a lie-in, and I’ll bring you breakfast in bed. Okay?”

“Okay...” He murmured, eyes already drooping closed. “Jus’...hold me?”

You leaned in and kissed his temple. “Anything you want, baby.” You snuggled up close, and let his head rest on your chest. The heady mix of your heartbeat and the piano blended into Alec’s own private lullaby, and he easily drifted off to sleep, safe and sound in your arms.

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Tough Girl (Crameron) - Miss Bianca

Summary: Once she was perched on a stool, it took only moments for Kameron to realize that scoping out the place for a girl to take home would be hopeless. Not because there was any shortage of pretty ones, but because of a certain petite blonde woman who was standing behind the bar.

A/N: I’m back. Don’t know if anyone reading these days remembers me, since it’s been a few months, but bitch, I'm back. There’s a lot of s10 ships I’d potentially like to write, but crameron is at the top of my list, so here’s a long ass oneshot ft. witty dialogue, smut, and one hell of a plot twist. This will also be posted on ao3 (MissBianca), and please, for the love of god, tell me what you thought, either here or in my messages or asks (@mizkameron)!

“We’re getting too old for this bar hopping thing, you know.”

Asia reacted to Kameron’s statement with a shrug and a grin, hopping out of the front seat of the Uber and pulling open the back door.

“Speak for yourself,” she said, holding out a hand to help Kameron out of the car.

“‘M not too old for it,” Aquaria added, climbing out behind them on unsteady legs.

“She wasn’t talking to you, sweetie,” Asia laughed, wrapping an arm around Aquaria’s waist and squeezing her. “Also, you’re not having anything else to drink tonight.”

“Okay,” Aquaria said agreeably, her face scrunching into a smile as Asia kissed her cheek.

“Thirty-five isn’t anywhere near old in my book,” Asia said, looking over at Kameron. “And you’re younger than me! You know I can’t let you be a homebody until you’re at least fifty, Kameron.”

Kameron let out a sigh, smiling despite herself as Asia looped her free arm through hers and dragged the trio towards the third - and hopefully final - bar of the night.

Inside, it was hot and crowded, and Kameron regretted the decision to wear jeans the moment she stepped inside. Before she could even begin to get her bearings, Asia had vanished into a cluster of strangers with Aquaria trailing close behind her.

The bar was dimly lit and absolutely buzzing, music playing from speakers at the back and the rush of voices from all sides nearly drowning it out. Kameron wondered briefly where exactly the dividing line fell between bars and clubs, suddenly very aware that she was far too sober right now for this particular, club-like atmosphere.

Heaving a sigh, Kameron did her best to pull herself together, and made a beeline for the wall of drinks near the back, as had become routine for her whenever they went out. The scent of beer was strong, and the throngs of people that she passed were practically vibrating, the drunken excitement pressing in on Kameron from all sides and making her recede deeper into herself.

As much as she loved Asia, it took a good bit of alcohol and a lot of adrenaline for Kameron to feel like putting herself through her friend’s level of social interaction. Even though she’d had a few drinks already, they’d been spread out over several hours, and she didn’t think she was in the mood to push herself tonight.

If she was lucky, maybe Aquaria would join her at the bar after Asia tired her out, but it wasn’t likely. Kameron was always a bit of a third wheel with them, the odd one out. Despite Aquaria being the youngest by far, she was also one of Asia’s favorite people on the planet, which left Kameron fading into the background.

Regardless, going solo didn’t bother Kameron most of the time. Her solitude could be easily disguised as intentionally going out on her own, and her tendency to sit stoically at bars by herself, observing the people around her, made her come off as confident and interested in meeting new people. And in this particular case, her plans for her night centered on leaving with someone new - and not with her friends.

She only hoped that this bar wasn’t as straight as it looked.

Once she was perched on a stool, it took only moments for Kameron to realize that scoping out the place for a girl to take home would be hopeless. Not because there was any shortage of pretty ones, but because of a certain petite blonde woman standing behind the bar.

She was wearing a white tank top, and her hair was thick and bleached blonde, hovering around her face in curls that were just starting to get frizzy. Unlike most of the women Kameron had met who worked at restaurants or behind bars, she wasn’t bothering to smile at customers, her red lips remaining in a straight line as she took orders and mixed drinks.

She was definitely pretty, but it was something else about her, something about the way that she moved and stood, that had Kameron absolutely captivated.

“Miss? Can I get you something?”

Kameron jumped a little, turning to see another bartender, a black woman with a narrow face, looking at her inquisitively.

“I’m sorry, yes,” Kameron said, smiling distractedly. “Can I have a rum and coke, please?”

“Sure.”

As the woman started to busy herself with the drinks, Kameron’s gaze returned to the other bartender, who was wiping the counter at the other end of the bar. Now that the blonde was farther away, Kameron could see the tight leather skirt that she was wearing, and she wet her lips.

“You eyeing my girl?” A drink had been set down in front of Kameron, and the black bartender was raising an eyebrow.

“Your girl?” Kameron asked blankly, blinking at her. “Are you two -”

“Nah, I’m just messing with you,” the bartender said with a laugh. “She’s a friend.”

“Oh.” Kameron took a sip of her drink, relieved but unsure what to say.

“Her name’s Brianna, if you’re interested,” the bartender added, a mischievous smile on her face. “I know her pretty well, and you look like her type.”

Surprised, Kameron took a moment too long to stammer out a thank you, the bartender disappearing through a door behind the bar before catching her words.

She kept her eyes on the blonde woman - Brianna, the other bartender had said - watching her mix drink after drink, cracking an occasional joke which Kameron could never catch, always resulting in uproarious laughter from whoever she was serving. Her hands moved so quickly, so surely, and Kameron found herself chewing on her lower lip as she watched.

Eventually, Kameron began to realize that taking the stool at the end of the bar might have been a mistake. It had been nearly a half hour now, and Brianna still hadn’t even looked her way. She didn’t want to get drunk, particularly, but the boredom was kicking in, and she found herself taking longer sips of her cocktail, just for something to do. With her tolerance, it was unlikely she’d get past mildly tipsy.

After another ten minutes or so, the inevitable straight guy wandered up to the bar to start hitting on her, starting with a canned comment about how lonely she looked all by herself, followed up by a long pause as he stared at her ample cleavage through the laced up front of her v-neck shirt. It was like clockwork, how all of them behaved almost identically, and Kameron observed with a vague sense of amusement, feeling almost as if she was watching the whole interaction from somewhere outside of her body.

“Lemme buy you a drink, sweetheart.”

“I’m fine, thanks.”

“What sexy thing like you wants to drink alone?”

“I said, I’m fine.”

“C’mon, don’t be like that.”

He stepped closer, just as Kameron expected. Sighing, she flicked her hair off of her shoulder, sliding the strap of her shirt down over her shoulder to give him a good view of the lesbian symbol tattooed just under her collarbone.

“Take a hint, asshole,” she said flatly, tapping it with a fingertip.

“Hey, maybe you just haven’t met the right guy yet.”

“If you’re really that desperate, I’ve got a friend named Boomer who’d love your number,” Kameron said with a shrug, skipping the bullshit and pulling out the final weapon in her arsenal to finish off the conversation for good. “You’re just his type. He loves the short, pretty ones.”

“I’m not gay!” The offense on his face was so dramatic that it was hard to keep a straight face, and Kameron pulled the strap of her shirt back into place and shrugged.

“Maybe you just haven’t met the right guy yet.”

Kameron turned her attention back to Brianna as he fumbled for words, finally muttering out some comment about how he wasn’t short or pretty, either, before melting back into the crowd.

Rolling her eyes, Kameron tapped her fingers on the cool side of her glass, watching as Brianna talked to the other bartender and wishing that she was close enough to get her attention without seeming desperate. It had to be after 1 AM by now, and the noise and crowded environment of the bar were rapidly draining what energy she had left.

There was a burst of laughter, and Kameron glanced up just in time to see Brianna plant a kiss on the other bartender’s cheek and leave through the door behind the bar, a purse slung over her shoulder. Making a split second decision, Kameron downed the rest of her drink quickly, then dug in her clutch for a ten dollar bill and placed it neatly under her empty glass.

Sliding off her stool, she made her way around the clusters of people as fast as she could, pushing out into the hot August air. As soon as she stepped outside onto the mostly-empty street, Kameron released a breath she didn’t know she’d been holding. She looked around for a back door, trying to figure out where Brianna might’ve left from.

Spotting an alley that ran alongside the building, Kameron headed in that direction, hoping that luck was on her side tonight. Resting a hand against the brick wall, she peered around the corner, and sure enough, Brianna was slipping out a door not too far away.

Glancing upwards, Kameron debated whether to walk down to meet her or wait on the corner. Staying put was probably the best idea, she figured, and it fit with the relaxed, collected vibe she liked to give off.

When she looked around the corner again, her stomach dropped.

Brianna was against the wall, a man that must’ve been a foot taller than her holding something that looked like a knife to her throat.

Kameron’s adrenaline kicked in instantly, her heartbeat skyrocketing, and she was running down the alley before she could even consider her options.

“Hey!” she shouted, breathless.

The man looked over at her just as she collided with him hands first, pushing him off of Brianna and hearing the knife clatter against the pavement.

“Fucking bitch!” The man swayed, clearly inebriated, and Kameron turned towards Brianna, resting a hand on her arm.

“Are you okay?”

Brianna opened her mouth to reply, and then a hand grabbed Kameron’s shoulder, pulling her away from Brianna.

“Stay outta my way!” the man slurred, winding his arm back.

Time slowed down, just for a second, and Kameron could see his fist moving towards her face. She leaned to the side at the last minute, trying to dodge the blow on instinct, and then a white-hot flash of pain cut through her cheek, and she saw stars.

Kameron stumbled, her shoulder colliding with brick, hand clasped to her cheek. There was another shout from the man, and she blinked away the tears that were clouding her vision.

Brianna’s hair bounced, and Kameron watched, dazed and disoriented, as the blonde’s fist collided with his gut, an upwards angle that made him grown hollowly and stagger. She threw her weight against him, shoulder hitting him squarely in the middle of the chest, and he fell backwards, crashing down onto the blacktop. He let out another groan, and then fell still.

Kameron stared, open mouthed, trying to process what she was seeing and unable to put the pieces together.

“Are you okay?” Brianna was making her way over, rubbing her knuckles, a concerned expression on her face.

Reaching up, she laid her hand over Kameron’s that was still pressed to her cheek. Brianna’s teeth dug into her lower lip as she lifted their hands away for a brief moment, surveying the injury. The pain had subsided inexplicably, and Kameron noticed for the first time that her own palm was slippery.

“He must’ve had a ring,” Brianna mused. Her eyes were big, a dark brown that Kameron hadn’t identified in the bar. “It’s more a cut than a bruise, doesn’t look too bad. Keep the pressure on it.”

“You’re pretty,” Kameron murmured, accidentally speaking her thoughts out loud.

Brianna stared up at her for a moment, a bemused smile slowly growing on her face.

“All right, let’s get you cleaned up,” she said decisively, pulling Kameron up off the wall and leading her towards the main street by her arm. “What’s your name?”

“Where are we going?” Kameron asked, feeling slow and stupid.

“My place,” Brianna said. “You’re not dizzy, are you? Can you walk without me holding you?”

Kameron thought about that for a moment, shaking her head to clear it, and then nodded.

“Yes, what?”

“I’m okay,” she confirmed. “Oh, and, Kameron - my name is Kameron.”

“Good, no concussion. I’m Brianna. My Uber will be here soon, so hang tight, babe.”

Babe. Kameron smiled.

The Uber ride was short, and they both sat in the back, Brianna keeping a slightly concerned eye on her. The cut was hurting again, but Kameron was distracted enough by Brianna’s close proximity to her that she wasn’t paying much attention.

When the car turned a corner, Brianna wound up leaning against her, one hand resting on Kameron’s thigh for support, and Kameron noticed for the first time that she was wearing perfume. After a few moments, she identified the scent as vanilla, strong enough to cover the stench of beer that would likely be clinging to her otherwise. Breathing Brianna in was calming and exciting at the same time, and Kameron could’ve sat like that with her forever, warmth spreading through her chest and a slight smile on her face.

By the time they’d arrived and climbed the four flights to Brianna’s apartment, Kameron felt much steadier on her feet, and she started struggling to wrap her brain around the series of events that had lead her to this point.

“What - what happened, exactly?” Kameron asked, hoping for clarification, as Brianna unlocked the door.

“You must’ve spotted me as soon as I stepped out the door,” Brianna said, directing Kameron inside. “And so did he, the big guy. He’d just pushed me against the wall - I think he was going for my purse - and then you came out of nowhere. Rammed into him like a runaway train.”

“Yeah, I remember that. I asked if you were okay.”

“Right, very sweet.” Kameron smiled at the comment, and Brianna continued. “He grabbed you, wheeled you back around, and went in for a punch. You dodged, I guess, because he only managed to graze that pretty cheek of yours.”

“I tried,” Kameron nodded. “But what happened after that is what I’m not, uh… not sure of.”

“Well, as heroic as it was of you to try to save me, I have a black belt in karate,” Brianna said, a note of affectionate sarcasm in her tone. “Did ya really think I’d be dressed like this in that area of town if I couldn’t defend myself?”

“I mean, I guess not,” Kameron said after a moment, looking down. A mixture of realization and embarrassment surged through her, and she cleared her throat. “You were… clearly very capable. I was actually trying to figure out if I imagined it all.”

“Nope.” Brianna shook her head. “He looked like was going to come at you again, so I did what I could. You know, took down the bad guy, saved the pretty girl. Everyday stuff in the life of your average bartender.”

Kameron laughed quietly at that, suddenly glad that her hand was still pressed to the cut. Hopefully, Brianna wouldn’t be able to see how her cheeks were flushed, as if she was a shy teenager again. All of the confidence and composure that she usually relied on to keep her anxiety at bay had been stripped away by the unexpected turn of events, and it was as if a rug had been pulled out from under her, leaving her struggling to catch her balance.

Kameron looked around at the small apartment, trying to distract herself. It was mostly one room, with a couple of doors to the left. She stared blankly at the small TV against the far wall, trying to figure out how she should feel.

There was no reference to go by - she’d never been saved or defended physically, much less by a woman a half foot shorter than her who unexpectedly turned out to be hiding a lot of muscle under her profoundly un-intimidating exterior.

“I’ll give you the grand tour,” Brianna said, pulling Kameron out of her thoughts. “This half is the kitchen, and the dining room. That half is the living room, starting with the couch. Kid-sized bedroom and bathroom are to the left. Luckily, I’m literally the height and weight of a large child, so it’s nice and roomy for me.”

“It’s hot,” Kameron said, realizing that it hadn’t gotten any cooler since they’d entered the building. “I didn’t notice at first…”

“Yeah, the AC’s broken everywhere except the bathroom,” Brianna sighed, rolling her eyes. “They won’t fix it. Good thing we’re going in there first anyway.”

True to her word, Brianna’s bathroom was both tiny and freezing, and Kameron felt oversized in comparison, her face hot as Brianna pushed her down by the shoulders, sitting her on the lid of the toilet seat. A slender thumb brushed just under the gash on Kameron’s cheek, and Brianna squinted slightly, her fingers tucking under Kameron’s chin to tilt her face up towards the fluorescent light.

Brianna made an inquisitive noise, brushing Kameron’s hair back and off of her shoulder, and then her free hand was moving from Kameron’s cheek to the side of her neck, tracing the tattoo there lightly.

“I like it,” Brianna said, under her breath. A fingertip slowly outlined the points of the crystal, and Kameron held her breath, immobilized by Brianna’s touch even as her heart raced in her chest.

“Thanks,” she managed to reply, her throat dry.

“If this scars, it’s gonna be really badass,” Brianna mused, her attention abruptly returning to the matter at hand. “It’ll probably match the whole look you’ve got going.”

Her entire body still buzzing from the teasing contact, Kameron swallowed and kept her gaze straight ahead until Brianna released her and moved towards the sink, stretching up to grab items from the cabinet behind the mirror. She was saying something else, but Kameron couldn’t collect her thoughts enough to listen, too busy watching as Brianna’s white tank came untucked and crept up her stomach.

She bit her lip, and winced as the movement pulled at the gash on her cheek. Brianna padded back over, soaking a cotton ball in disinfectant, and Kameron wondered absentmindedly why the other woman had chosen to wear stockings under her skirt.

“This is going to sting, babe.”

Brianna’s voice was low, a soft murmur. Her tank top was rolled up just under her ribs, and she was so close that Kameron could see the goosebumps rising on her stomach from the air conditioning. It occured to Kameron then, how easy it would be wrap her hands around Brianna’s tiny waist, rub her thumbs over the tight abdominal muscles and make her shiver for other reasons.

She was trying to work up the nerve to do it, figuring that Brianna did bring her back to her apartment and voluntarily position herself this close by, when Brianna lifted her chin again and interrupted her train of thought by dabbing the cut with the cotton ball.

The flash of pain made Kameron hiss, and she gritted her teeth, determined to maintain whatever composure she had left by staying silent and still as rock.

The next touch hurt even more, and Kameron dared to risk eye contact and look at Brianna’s face, needing something to distract her. Thankfully, Brianna was focused on her work, her brows furrowed slightly, lips pressed tight together.

The harsh lighting in the room should’ve been unflattering - Kameron knew she herself couldn’t possibly look good in it - but somehow, Brianna managed to be strikingly pretty anyway.

“Almost done, you’re not even bleeding anymore,” Brianna said under her breath, her expression slightly amused. “Look at you, tough girl. Staying all quiet and stoic.”

Brianna chuckled quietly, and Kameron inspected her expression, trying to figure out how to react.

“I’m not sure if that was meant to be shady or not,” she finally said after a moment, clearing her throat.

“Mmm,” Brianna hummed.

“You’re, like, really hard to read, you know that?”

“And you’re really cute,” Brianna replied, dabbing at Kameron’s cut one more time and then giving a little nod, apparently deciding to leave it at that. She turned, occupying herself with something by the sink that Kameron couldn’t see.

“Even after I made a goddamn fool of myself and got my ass kicked?” Kameron laughed a little, trying to compensate for her own embarrassment. “So stupid.”

“Yeah,” Brianna replied, wheeling back around with a genuine grin on her face and a handful of small butterfly bandages. “Definitely stupid, but also cute. Stupid-cute.”

“That didn’t feel like a compliment,” Kameron muttered, smiling despite herself.

“Well, take what you can get,” Brianna replied, leaning in again and starting to affix the paper stitches to Kameron’s cheek. The pull on her skin stung, but she bit her tongue. “I don’t hand out compliments often.”

“Do you bring random women into your apartment to play nurse often?” Kameron glanced up at her.

“Only when they look like they could beat me in a wrestling match,” Brianna said dryly, the corner of her mouth twitching.

“I think we’ve established that I most definitely could not.”

“But you could probably bench press me,” Brianna pointed out.

“Probably,” Kameron agreed, wondering if the comment gave her an excuse to reach for Brianna’s waist, or grab onto her hips, like she’d been itching to do all night. “Want me to try?”

“Tempting as that sounds, I’m currently saving your life, so it’ll have to wait,” Brianna deadpanned, and Kameron snorted.

A few moments passed in silence, and then Brianna tapped the edges of butterfly stitches lightly with her finger and nodded.

“Am I gonna make it through the night, you think?” Kameron asked, her lips twitching.

“Well, it was rough going there for a bit, but I think you’re in the clear,” Brianna replied, her tone overly serious. “You wouldn’t believe how many times I’ve had injured women flatline in this very bathroom.”

Kameron couldn’t help but laugh at that, standing up from her position on the toilet lid. Brianna was putting her first aid materials back into the mirror closet, the corner of her mouth turned up in a smile.

“You’re one of the lucky ones,” Brianna added. She pulled her shirt down, much to Kameron’s disappointment, and proceeded to shoo her out of the bathroom.

“Clearly.”

The sudden rise in temperature as Kameron passed through the doorway was was almost dizzying. For the second time that night, she found herself regretting wearing jeans, wishing that the vibe she wanted to give off to potential hookups didn’t have a dress code.

She leaned back against the counter in Brianna’s corner kitchen, running her hands through her hair and flipping it back. Brianna had already swept past her in a rush of vanilla perfume, and was in the process of methodically emptying her purse onto the wooden table. Kameron frowned, about to ask why she was taking out her sunglasses and wallet, but before she could, Brianna lifted the purse and dumped the rest of the contents - a surprising amount of wadded up dollar and five dollar bills - onto the table.

“You’re organized,” Kameron commented after a moment, watching as Brianna rapidly sorted through the bills, flattening each one with the heel of her hand before stacking them in piles.

“My only redeemable trait,” Brianna said dryly.

“I dunno, I think you’re a pretty good bartender, too,” Kameron said, crossing her ankles and resting her elbows on the counter behind her. “And a good substitute nurse. Not to mention that ass-kicking you did behind the bar.”

Brianna shrugged, a small smile on her face.

“That cut still sore?” she asked, directing the subject away from herself.

“A little,” Kameron said, trying to brush it off. “I’m okay, though.”

“I can tell you’re lying, you know,” Brianna said with a chuckle. “You don’t have to prove anything to me, babe. Vulnerability is sexy, or so I’ve been told.”

“I’ve heard that too.” Kameron flattened her hands against the counter. “Never really believed it.”

“Me neither.”

Brianna met her gaze, and they both smiled.

“But, really, though,” Brianna said after a moment, breaking the eye contact and picking up a bottle of pills that she’d taken out of her purse earlier. “I have ibuprofen, if it hurts.”

“Yeah, it does,” Kameron admitted. “Thanks.”

Brianna waved the gratitude away, and tossed her the pill bottle. Before Kameron could even ask for water, Brianna was filling a glass from the sink, and Kameron was impressed once again by how quickly she moved.

“Thanks,” Kameron repeated as Brianna handed her the glass.

“Mmmhm,” Brianna hummed. She had returned to the table, and was stacking the last bills. Kameron watched her hands, almost mesmerized, as rolled the stacks up, and secured them quickly with rubber bands from a dish in the center of the table.

“You’re very good with your hands,” Kameron said softly, and the corner of Brianna’s mouth turned up.

“Not the context I usually hear that in.”

Kameron took a sip of water, her throat feeling suddenly dry. Now would be the perfect time to make a move, but she couldn’t figure out how, positive that anything she said wouldn’t be nearly as quick-witted or appropriate as what Brianna might come up with. Frustrated, she chewed on the inside of her cheek, staring at the ground and hoping Brianna wouldn’t notice her annoyance.

“It’s late,” Brianna said finally, zipping her purse closed. “You should probably spend the night.”

When Kameron glanced back up at her, Brianna was already staring at her, an eyebrow cocked. The suggestion felt unmistakably like a challenge, and Kameron fumbled for the right response, the palpable sexual tension making her face grow hot.

“I can, if you want,” she said finally, the words tumbling out too fast.

“Well, I’m not sending you out on your own at this hour,” Brianna said resignedly. “I didn’t save your ass just to have you leave and get it kicked again.”

“Right,” Kameron nodded, forcing out a laugh and looking down again, a sinking feeling in her gut. “I can sleep on your couch, I guess.”

“Yeah, that’s definitely something you can do.”

Kameron cursed at herself internally as Brianna walked right by her and towards her bathroom. Whatever the challenge had been, she’d clearly failed, and Brianna seemed impatient, almost exasperated. Kameron grabbed her clutch from the counter and walked over to the couch, kicking off her pumps a bit more aggressively than was probably necessary.

She busied herself with her phone as she heard the water running in the bathroom, growing even more irritated with herself as she watched Aquaria’s Instagram story. She was clearly drunker than she’d been earlier, and every single video featured an almost-equally-drunk Asia pressed against her, laughing or kissing the side of her face.

The feeling of missing out on things due to her shy, introverted nature had been always been a constant in Kameron’s life, and over time, she’d grown to accept it. But tonight, it was frustrating, to say the least.

“Here, you can wear these,” Brianna called, tossing a bundle of clothing into Kameron’s lap.

Kameron mumbled a thank you, but Brianna was already walking into bedroom. She watched as the other woman started to strip, her back to the doorway, fingers sliding under the clasp of her nude bra. Coming to her senses, Kameron shook her head and focused her attention on the pile of fabric in her lap.

There was a t-shirt and a pair of shorts, and Kameron lifted the shirt, eyeing it amusedly. Clearly, Brianna wasn’t thinking straight. They probably hadn’t been anywhere close to the same size since Kameron was in middle school. She set them on the coffee table as neatly as she could, and flipped through notifications on her phone to distract herself until Brianna’s bedroom door clicked shut, leaving the rest of the apartment dark except for the light coming in through the window.

She kicked off her pumps and stood, peeling off her jeans and laying them over the arm of the couch. She didn’t even bother with the clothes Brianna had left her, figuring that the boyshorts she was wearing covered enough of her ass. And besides, if Brianna was to wander out of her room, there wasn’t really a downside to her getting a look at Kameron’s thigh tattoo. Kameron figured that with the amount of money it had cost, it deserved to be showed off. And if the way Brianna had traced the tattoo on her throat fascinatedly was any indication, it might just raise the chances of her leaving tomorrow with the other woman’s number.

After a moment of consideration, Kameron stripped out of her shirt as well, and collapsed on the couch with a sigh. She usually slept naked, even with her own, functional air conditioning, and it was far too hot in Brianna’s apartment to wear more than undergarments.

She flopped onto her back, tucking a worn out pillow under her head, and stared up at a crack in the ceiling. Brianna hadn’t given her a blanket, she realized. Then again, it wasn’t as if she’d use it.

Turning onto her side, Kameron huffed out another sigh. This night hadn’t turned out how she’d planned, and now that she was left with her thoughts, Kameron found herself growing more and more frustrated.

It wasn’t as if there hadn’t been an opportunity to come onto Brianna. In fact, there’d been multiple moments where Kameron knew that she could’ve made a move, not to mention Brianna’s obvious flirting and interest in her. Making moves on women was never a department she’d lacked confidence before, but there was just something about Brianna in particular that stripped away the facade that she usually wore for her one night stands, revealing the shy, unsure person that she was underneath.

The shift of dynamic was intimidating, but it was also exciting, and Kameron was surprised at how attractive she found Brianna’s toughness and command of every situation.

She just wished that she’d had the nerve to follow Brianna into her bedroom.

Rolling onto her back again, Kameron heaved another sigh. Her eyes had adjusted, and the room seemed practically bright now.

Suddenly, the bedroom door opened, and light flooded over the couch, making Kameron cover her eyes with her forearm. Propping herself up, she peered at the door just in time to Brianna emerge in a pair of sleep shorts and a camisole, with an expression on her face that Kameron could only describe as determination.

“Hey,” Kameron greeted her, surprised.

“It’s too hot to sleep,” Brianna said by way of reply, passing by the couch without even looking at her. “You want a beer?”

“Um, yeah.” Kameron sat up and ran her hands through her hair, wondering if this was God or the universe giving her a second shot at ending the day right.

The small light in the kitchen area clicked on, and Brianna could be heard opening the fridge. Her heart rate already picking up speed, Kameron checked her phone for the time - 2:32 AM - and then shot Asia and Aquaria a text confirming that yes, she was fine, and no, she hadn’t gotten laid yet. She briefly considered putting her shirt back on, but before she could make a decision, Brianna was rounding the back of the couch and handing her an open beer bottle.

“Thanks.” Kameron glanced up to find Brianna staring at her, lips slightly parted. She took a sip of beer to hide her satisfied smile, suddenly feeling very grateful for Brianna’s overheated apartment.

“So, is there a reason why you’re practically naked?” Brianna said after a moment, perching on the edge of the couch, her tone almost too calm.

“Your broken air conditioner.” Kameron crossed her arms under her boobs, and looked over at Brianna. “And the fact that you’re several sizes smaller than me.”

“Giving you my clothes was pretty stupid, wasn’t it?” Brianna asked rhetorically, a short laugh escaping her as her eyes flicked up and down Kameron’s body again.

“Yeah,” Kameron agreed. “The fact that you apparently want to see me in your clothing is cute, though.”

“Stupid-cute,” Brianna said under her breath, and Kameron flashed her a smile.

The sleep shorts Brianna wore left her thighs exposed, and Kameron could see the flex of muscle under her pale skin as she crossed her legs neatly. Kameron swallowed thickly, her knuckles turning white as she gripped her beer bottle.

“I’d say I’m sorry about the heat, but I think we both know I’d be lying,” Brianna said.

“Oh, is that so?”

“Oh, so now you wanna play coy?” Brianna was leaning back on one of her hands. “Now that you’re on my couch in lingerie, it seems like the right time to act like you’re unaware of how hot you are?”

Yet again, the smile on her face seemed almost like a challenge, and Kameron was determined not to fail a second time.

“Hot?” Kameron could feel her confidence rising, the cocky attitude that she’d been trying to get back all night appearing all at once. “I dunno, I thought I was just cute.”

“Oh, please, now you’re just fishing for compliments,” Brianna laughed.

Kameron hummed amusedly in reply and shrugged, watching the smaller woman lift her own bottle to her lips, the line of her neck extending as she tilted her head back. There was a bead of sweat rolling down her chest, from the hollow of her throat to the space between her breasts.

“Like I said, it’s hot,” Kameron said, following the line of Brianna’s collarbone with her gaze. “I just couldn’t get comfy in my clothing.”

“It’s cooler out here than in my bedroom,” Brianna said.

Kameron doubted that. Maybe it’d been tolerable before, but now that Brianna was nearby and flirting with her again, the little clothing that she was wearing felt like it was sticking to her. She tossed her hair back, raking a hand through it in an attempt to get it off of her neck.

She could feel Brianna’s eyes on her, and resisted the urge to stare back for as long as possible, exhaling a long breath and rolling her shoulders a few times in an effort to calm down. When she finally turned to meet Brianna’s eyes, the other woman was biting her lower lip hard enough that it was a shock she hadn’t drawn blood.

The resulting rush of confidence nearly made Kameron’s head spin.

“See something you like?” she asked, raising an eyebrow.

Brianna stared at her for a moment, tongue poking out of the corner of her slightly open mouth.

“Alright, enough,” Brianna said finally, standing up. “Put down your bottle.”

“Why?”

“Put it down.”

Kameron opened her mouth, and then closed it, leaning forwards to set her bottle on the coffee table. Brianna dropped hers beside it, and then her hands were on Kameron’s shoulders again, using her for support as she climbed onto her lap.

Before Brianna could even settle her weight, Kameron was sitting up straighter and reaching for her waist. Brianna pushed her back against the couch forcefully, fingers digging into the hard muscle of Kameron’s shoulders, knees digging into the outsides of her thighs.

“No more dancing around this,” Brianna announced, voice breathy. “It’s happening, now.”

Not about to argue, Kameron gripped Brianna’s hips tightly, slid her thumbs up under her camisole, the heat of the other woman’s skin nearly enough to burn. Brianna made a noise in her throat, and Kameron took that as an invitation to move her hands higher, pushing the fabric up and dragging her palms over Brianna’s sides.

Brianna twisted in her hold, exhaling against Kameron’s skin, and Kameron couldn’t think about anything other than kissing her until the heat and lack of oxygen made the smaller woman lightheaded and soft in her hands.

As if she could hear Kameron’s thoughts, Brianna finally closed the rest of the space between them, one hand cupping Kameron’s jaw as she crushed their lips together.

The kiss was more like a collision than anything else, rough and hot, and Kameron let Brianna take control as soon as the other woman’s tongue pressed between her lips. She tasted like mint and beer, and Kameron felt drunk and clumsy, Brianna’s fingers combing through her hair, body pressing closer and closer every second.

She raked her nails up Brianna’s sides, pushing the thin camisole higher still, and Brianna’s responding moan vibrated against her lips. Kameron needed the clothing to be gone, needed all of Brianna’s skin bare under her hands. She needed both of them naked, stripped down and pressed together, slick with sweat and sex.

The moment Brianna pulled back from the kiss, she was leaning back, stripping her own shirt off and tossing it onto the couch beside them. She wasn’t wearing a bra, and Kameron cursed quietly, immediately moving her hands up higher to rub her thumbs over Brianna’s dark nipples. They were impossibly hard despite the heat, and Brianna’s breath caught in a perfect little moan as Kameron rolled one of them between her thumb and index finger.

“I was - I was waiting for you to make this happen,” Brianna said. “Why do you think I left the door to my room open?”

“I don’t know,” Kameron breathed, meeting Brianna’s gaze. “You seem so sure of yourself, I was just following your lead.”

Brianna leaned in to kiss her again briefly, one hand resting on Kameron’s shoulder and the other pulling down urgently on the cups of her bra, fingers digging roughly into her breasts. She released Kameron’s bicep, reaching behind her and deftly unhooking the bra, and Kameron shrugged it off as fast as she could.

“What the fuck?” Brianna panted the question, eyes wide and pupils dark as they flickered over Kameron’s body.

“Yeah, they’re real,” Kameron said, huffing out a laugh and grabbing Brianna’s wrists, pressing her chest into the other woman’s hands. She sighed at the feeling. “I swear. Daily push-ups are better than any boob job.”

Brianna’s hands looked tiny cupping her breasts, the soft flesh spilling between her fingers, Kameron’s skin turning pale as she squeezed. Kameron wet her lips, unable to tell whether the sight or the sensation affected her more.

Before she could figure it out, Brianna was leaning down and sucking one of her nipples into her mouth. Kameron let out a small moan that was more like a whimper, her head falling back against the top of the couch. Brianna’s lips trailed higher, palms spreading Kameron’s breasts as she lapped at the sweat collecting between them.

Struggling to keep her lungs working, Kameron ran her fingers through Brianna’s platinum blonde hair, collecting it in her hands. She looked down, her stomach twisting at the sight of Brianna’s face buried in her breasts.

Closing her eyes, Kameron tried to gather herself, regain some control over the situation. And then, Brianna’s teeth dug into her skin suddenly, unexpectedly. Kameron cursed out loud, tugging on her hair sharply, and the responding moan from Brianna was absolutely filthy. Kameron squeezed her own thighs together, the rush of arousal making her dizzy.

Needing to hear that sound again, Kameron moved her hands closer to Brianna’s scalp, wrapping the locks around her fingers before tugging again, this time pulling Brianna’s head back along with her hair. Brianna groaned, gripping Kameron’s biceps and grinding down against her lap.

Kameron pulled her in, crashing their lips together again, Brianna’s hair tangled tight in her fingers to keep her still. She nipped at Brianna’s lower lip experimentally, and nails dug into her arms as Brianna let out a strangled moan.

The kiss felt more sensual than it had been before, less aggressive, and this time, it wasn’t difficult for Kameron to take control. This was far more familiar territory for her, and Brianna was practically melting in her grasp, going sweet and soft like ice cream in the summer heat.

The breathy whimpers and gasps that Brianna let out every time Kameron tugged at her hair were unbearably sexy, and Kameron felt herself losing total track of time, caught up in the intoxicating feeling of nearly suffocating from kisses that seemed to keep growing longer and messier.

Tilting Brianna’s head back, Kameron trailed her lips down the other woman’s neck, biting at the soft skin gently before soothing it with her tongue.

“Mmm, Kam, please.” Brianna was practically whining now, her voice weak and high.

“Did you want something, baby?” Kameron asked, hiding a smile in the hollow of Brianna’s throat and winding her fingers tighter in her hair.

Brianna only groaned in reply and squirmed, her hips bucking as Kameron sucked hard on her pulse point. Once she’d gotten past the tough exterior, Brianna was exactly the girl that Kameron had thought she was - the kind who begged, and whimpered, and left imprints from their nails in Kameron’s biceps.

Now that the power had shifted, Kameron was in her element, and she had to take a little time to enjoy it.

“I can’t do anything if I don’t know what you want,” she prompted, her voice low, pressing slow kisses up the pale column of Brianna’s neck.

“Fuck me,” Brianna breathed, giving in and tugging urgently at one of Kameron’s wrists.

Unable to wipe the cocky smile off of her face, Kameron released Brianna’s hair, allowing the other woman to guide her hand down and between her legs. Leaning up to kiss her again, Kameron cupped Brianna through the thin, loose fabric of her sleep shorts, eyes fluttering shut at the damp heat against her palm.

Brianna was panting and whimpering into the kiss, gripping Kameron’s shoulders for support and grinding steadily against her hand. Their chests brushed together, skin against skin, Kameron’s nipples dragging over Brianna’s ribs with every movement and sending her body into overdrive.

When Brianna whimpered for more, Kameron didn’t bother waiting, pushing the crotch of her shorts to the side, breath catching as she dragged her fingertips through the sticky wetness beneath. She pressed two fingers against Brianna’s entrance, just barely dipping inside, gaze focused on how Brianna’s abs flexed as her hips rolled forwards.

“Mmmm, you want it?” Kameron teased, looking back up to admire Brianna’s flushed cheeks, her open mouth, her big eyes squeezed shut.

“Yeah - yes, Kam, please,” Brianna begged, voice pitching up into a whine as Kameron slid her fingers into her, hips bucking against the intrusion. “Fuck, more - I want more.”

“So bossy,” Kameron murmured, pushing a third finger in beside the first two. Brianna let out a drawn out moan at that, starting to ride Kameron’s fingers in earnest.

Kameron let Brianna do the work, pressing her lips to the other woman’s collarbone and occupying herself with leaving open-mouthed kisses along the taut skin. When she felt Brianna’s wetness dripping onto her thighs, she twisted her wrist, starting to squeeze in a fourth finger.

Brianna gasped sharply at that, eyes opening wide, thighs tensing as she tried to lift herself away. Kameron slid her spare hand down across Brianna’s cheek to settle at the base of her throat, fingers wrapping around her neck and squeezing ever so gently.

“You wanted more,” she said, her voice low. “So take it, tough girl.”

Brianna’s eyes darkened visibly, and Kameron stared right back, knowing that she’d never back away from such an obvious challenge. She squeezed Brianna’s throat again, just for a moment, loving the way the other woman’s breath caught.

Her nails digging into Kameron’s shoulders, Brianna sank down onto her fingers slowly, never once breaking eye contact. She let out a long, shuddering breath, and Kameron could feel her walls clenching and then relaxing. She squeezed her own thighs together, feeling the stickiness between them.

“So, are you gonna fuck me now, babe?” Brianna managed to ask, breathless, rotating her hips slowly. “Or are those muscles of yours just for show?”

Not bothering to reply, Kameron started to pump her fingers in and out, forearm flexing as she flicked her wrist. Brianna met every stroke, letting out little grunts of effort, her gaze trained on Kameron’s breasts.

“C’mon,” she panted, tossing her hair back and looking up to meet Kameron’s eyes once more. “Is that - fuck - is that all you’ve got?”

Narrowing her eyes, Kameron released Brianna’s neck and wrapped her arm around her waist, pulling the other woman’s hips down to force her fingers deeper. Brianna groaned, tongue poking out of the corner of her mouth.

Holding Brianna steady, Kameron increased her pace, biting down on her lower lip. The noises coming from between Brianna’s legs were filthy, her wetness dripping down Kameron’s wrist. Suddenly very aware of her own body, Kameron felt the burn starting to grow in her forearm, the sweat on the back of her neck and under her breasts, the ache in her core.

Brianna was twisting in her grasp, a mess of pants and whimpers, and Kameron pushed just a little harder, feeling Brianna’s channel shudder.

“How’s that?” she ground out, looking up just in time to see Brianna’s face contort, mouth dropping open in a soundless scream.

“Gorgeous,” Kameron breathed into the moment of silence, Brianna’s cunt rippling around her fingers.

And then, Brianna collapsed against her, hips twitching, moaning low into her neck. Kameron held her close, palm pressed to her back, fingers moving slowly inside her and helping her ride out the climax.

After another few moments, she pulled her hand away, Brianna whining weakly beside her ear at the loss.

Kameron wiped her fingers on Brianna’s thigh, and then wrapped both arms around her and ducked to kiss her shoulder, content to stay like that until Brianna came back to herself or fell asleep. The moments passed slowly, Brianna breathing softly and quietly, and Kameron realized that it might be the second option. She was slightly surprised to find that she didn’t mind that in the slightest.

This was always one of Kameron’s favorite parts, the moments just after. The other woman pressed close against her, shaky or shivering, relearning how to make her lungs work, how to open her eyes, how to put sentences together.

Brianna’s chest was resting against hers, face buried in her neck, and Kameron could feel her heartbeat slowing under her hands, breathing evening out against her skin.

She’d felt all of it before, but she didn’t think she’d ever loved it quite so much as she did now.

Lifting Brianna slightly, Kameron turned her body, repositioning herself as carefully as she could before pulling her own legs back onto the couch and laying the two of them down.

“Mmmm?” Brianna hummed, raising her head and blinking at Kameron.

“Hey there,” Kameron said softly, reaching up to brush Brianna’s hair away from her face. “You dozed off for a minute, baby.”

“Sorry,” Brianna murmured, shaking her head.

“It’s okay,” Kameron chuckled, echoing her thoughts from earlier. “I don’t mind. You can sleep.”

“But… I wanna make you come,” Brianna protested, the words coming slowly and hesitantly for the first time all night. “You’re so… so hot. Wanna eat you out.”

“There’ll be time for that in the morning,” Kameron said, a smile spreading across her face.

Brianna frowned at her, brow furrowing weakly.

“I’m fine, baby. I promise.”

Signing, Brianna gave in and let her head fall onto Kameron’s shoulder, arm winding around her waist.

“Thanks for trying to save me,” she said sleepily.

“Thanks for actually saving me,” Kameron said with a quiet laugh. “I got lucky.”

“‘M glad I met you, Kam.”

“I’m glad you made this happen,” Kameron replied. “I’m such a baby, I was too intimidated.”

Brianna chuckled, and nuzzled closer tucking her face into Kameron’s neck.

“You’re cute,” she mumbled. “I’m gonna give you my number tomorrow.”

There was a pause, and Kameron’s smile widened. She rubbed Brianna’s back gently, not having the words to reply and not feeling any particular pressure to find them. It was hot, lying close together like this, but Kameron felt too warm inside to care.

“‘M gonna be so sore tomorrow,” Brianna added after a moment.

“That’s your own fault.”

Brianna snorted, and Kameron felt her nod once. Then, she sighed, and her breathing evened out once more.

#crameron #kameron michaels #miz cracker #smut #humor #miss bianca #aquaria #asia o'hara #tw minor violence #rpdr fanfiction #s10 #lesbian au

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KISS ME BENEATH THE MILKY TWILIGHT || DAM

TAGGING: @acupdaniharper & @samerystargaryen

DATE: Thursday, July 26th.

PLACE: ACup & Dani’s apartment

NOTES: Making up after BotB, they decide to plan a trip to Florida

Dani

After talking with Kate, Dani felt a little better. She had stopped crying and felt like things would get sorted out. Neither she or Sam would be so scared if they didn't feel a lot for each other. If they didn't care so much, then there wouldn't be much to lose. So, with that thought in mind, she knew that Sam cared for her probably more than the blonde could say. She also knew that both of them had to put their pasts completely behind them if they wanted to move forward. Their pasts were what made it possible for them to be together, and well, if something beautiful came out of all that pain, then just maybe it would be worth it. The time before their set had been absolutely crazy with last minute practicing and just trying to avoid the insane amount of drama that had happened that week. However, when she took the stage she easily spotted her girlfriend wearing leather and gold, and couldn't help the giant grin that appeared on her face. It was a step forward which meant the world to the singer. So, through her song Kiss Me she made sure to look at her girlfriend as much as possible, and as soon as they finished rocking their set, Dani put down the guitar and ran towards her girl. She threw her arms around Sam's neck and held her as close as she could. "Have I told you that I hate fighting with you?"

Sam

With another Battle of the Bands under way, Sam was determined to make it a good one. She needed one, and while she hadn't talked to Dani before her set, Sammy had a feeling that she wasn't alone. Yesterday had been way more drama and fighting than Sam ever wanted to have to face again if she could help it, and that wasn't even taking into account the last botb that she'd skipped completely. The nights didn't have a good history of going well for her, but after spending a day with Sugar getting ready for the night, Sam was hopeful. Dressed in her best Pamela Lansbury supporting gear, she watched as her girlfriend rocked it out for everyone to see. Anytime Dani was on stage it was impossible to look anywhere else. Her talent was like a magnet that kept Sam's eyes glued to her, and when she saw her girlfriend looking back at her, the tension of the past couple days began to lift off of her shoulders. As Sam watched, they weren't all their issues and past mistakes, but were just them. The smile on her face couldn't have been bigger as Dani jumped down off the stage and ran her way. She wasted no time in wrapping her arms tightly around her like she'd wished she could have done all day yesterday. "Me too, baby," she said with her face buried in Dani's neck as she didn't want to let her go. "You were amazing up there, and I'm so sorry for everything."

Dani

Dani pulled back just enough to kiss Sam and relished in the feeling. Confrontation wasn't something that the singer enjoyed. She hated all the negative feelings that went into it, and just thought that there were better ways to use energy. When she pulled back from the kiss, she leaned her forehead against the blonde's and sighed. "I'm sorry too. X makes me jealous so that didn't help stuff last night, but she's your friend and that's fine. You're not the only one with trust issues, Sam. My family turned their back on me before I even added girl problems to things, so I get it. I just want to start over with you." Dani rarely mentioned her family and the effect that they had on her as a person. She acted like she didn't give a damn very well, but it was all carefully hidden. Truthfully, Dani cared too much about most people. "I can't believe you're in PL attire. Are you in a lot of trouble with your friends? I don't want you getting anymore shit."

Sam

Sam's smile only faded long enough to enjoy the kiss that Dani placed on her lips. After the stressful fight that they'd had, it felt like the best kiss of her life. After being alone with only Netflix to try and occupy her mind the night before, she'd all but convinced herself that she'd never get another. She was happy to find out that she was wrong. "You have nothing to be jealous about," Sam admitted even as she knew that her words were capable of fully erasing any nagging jealousy that Dani could be feeling. "And your family is missing out on knowing an amazing person." Sam brought her hand up to brush lightly against Dani's cheek and through to her hair at the back of her neck. "They're the ones that messed that up." While family problems like the kind that Dani faced weren't something that Sam fully understood since she was blessed with a loving and supportive one herself, she wanted to be there. She wanted to prove that she wouldn't ever turn her back on Dani like her family had chosen to. "And if I ever meet them, I'm going to tell them that." Sam shook her head at the mention of her friends. "Don't worry about any of that. It's about time we worried about ourselves and let everyone else deal with their own stuff for a while." Sam slid her hand down from Dani's neck down her back and eventually found her hand to hold. "Besides, Sugar helped me get ready, so she gets it. I think romantic gestures trump band betrayals for her." Sam deliberately left mentioning Blair and her feelings out of the equation. She didn't want another night ruined by her. "I think I'll keep these colors around for a while if that's okay with you."

Dani

"I know I don't," she said confidently as she looked into Sam's eyes. "I don't like someone flirting with you, but that's neither here nor there. I trust you not to do anything or put yourself in a situation that could lead to trouble for us with anyone. That's all that matters," she said with a shrug. Dani couldn't control the actions of others just like Sam couldn't. All they could control was how they behaved and the respect they had for their relationship. "If you ever meet my family, I don't know if you'll get a word in. They haven't heard from me in over ten years. I'm sure there is a lot of yelling they have to catch up on," she said with a roll of her eyes. While she didn't let herself ever dwell on it too much, she missed her family. She was a total daddy's girl, and not speaking to her dad killed her. Then she remembered the disappointment in his voice and eyes when he found out she was a lesbian, and she shoved those feelings away. She couldn't hear that again. It was easier to not hear anything at all. "I couldn't agree more," she said with a nod of her had. "This is a big romantic gesture. I don't even know what to say," she said with a smile and small shake of her head. "Of course it's okay with me. As if I'll be letting you go anytime soon. You're mine, Samantha Evans. You better get used to it."

Sam

Sam shook her head with an amused smile on her face. She didn't know where Dani's worries were coming from with X, and Sam had never noticed them being flirty, but she didn't want to start any argument over something that didn't matter in the long run. What mattered was that Dani was there and they were okay. "You wouldn't be alone this time. I'd be there with you." Sam squeezed Dani's hand in hers to echo the fact that she was there with her for whatever came their way. "You're strong and successful and amazing..." She limited herself on compliments or she knew she could easily get distracted from her point. Complimenting Dani was easy, and her girlfriend deserved to hear them as often as possible, but Sam knew how likely it was to forget what she was trying to say in the first place. "And they're the ones that messed it up. Look at what they're missing out on. You had the whole crowd eating out of your hand." Sam bounced lightly on her toes as she couldn't contain how happy she was that things were looking up for them. "I am happy to be yours. I'm not going anywhere."

Dani

Hearing Sam's words made Dani's world light up. There was something different happening with Sam. She seemed lighter and more open to the singer, and well, that was an amazing start for the two of them. She noticed how hard she was trying, and nothing meant more to her. "You told me to tell you something again today that I said last night," she said as she lightly brushed her nose against the blonde's. She made sure her eyes were locked with those in front of her before saying, "I'm falling for you, Sam." Dani didn't know what else to add to that, but she didn't have to add anything. Those words said it all, and honestly, that was scary enough for the singer. She didn't have the greatest track record when it came to sharing her feelings. Usually, she wound up hurt. "And I'm not going anywhere either. I pick you, Sam. If I could be with any girl in the world, I'd still want to be right here with you."

Sam

Sam nodded her head as she knew what was coming. She'd been thinking about what to say and do and how to reassure Dani that she wasn't alone for a good chunk of the day. She was a step away from practicing things in the mirror like she'd seen on so many TV shows. But when Dani told her again and the vulnerability shown through, all her practice speeches went out the window. This was Dani, and she'd proven again that she wasn't there just for the good stuff. She was ready to be there for all of it. In that moment, Sam didn't hesitate. "I'm falling for you too," she said honestly. "Do you want to get out of here?" For the first time since Sam had seen Dani standing up on the stage, she glance around at the crowd that was hanging around and enjoying themselves. After the day before, it seemed like a minor miracle that so many of them were together without any yelling, but Sam was ready to let them all get on with their night without her. Turning back to Dani, she bit her lower lip and raised her eyebrow to silently repeat her question.

Dani

When Sam reciprocated her feelings, Dani waited a beat to look into her eyes to see what she could read in them. What she saw in them was complete honesty and a happiness that she hadn't fully seen in awhile. With that, she couldn't help but smile and place another tender kiss on the blonde's lips. At the question, Dani smiled and nodded her head. She was more than ready to leave and just spend the night in with Sam. They were definitely in need of some alone time together. "I'm so ready. Can you just give me a minute? Rachel is going out of town tonight to go surprise Quinn in GA, and I have to go put her drum set away. It won't take me more than like three minutes." Dani hoped Sam realized that with Rachel gone they would have her place all to themselves which meant that her girlfriend wasn't going anywhere until Monday.

Sam

Sam nodded with another small excited bounce on her toes. "Yeah, no problem." She leaned in to give Dani another quick kiss before letting go of her hands so she could go and take care of band business. After the past twenty-four hours, a few minutes couldn't hurt. "I should uh, probably go find Blair anyway." Her smile was a little more forced when mentioning her ex-best friend, but Sam was determined not to let anything bring her mood back down again. Blair was doing what she needed to do to be okay, and Sam was confident that she could do the same. "Then it's just you and me, and an empty apartment?" she added when she finally put together the pieces of what Rachel leaving to surprise Quinn would mean. They went from having no apartments to themselves most days, to suddenly have two.

Dani

“Then it’s just you, me, and take out tonight.” After sharing another kiss that only served to stroke the fire slowly building within Dani, the singer went to take care of some things. It didn’t take her too long to pack up her guitar and Rachel’s drums before she looked for Sam among the sea of people. She easily spotted the bombshell blonde talking with Blair and decided to wait by the door for her to finish. She had already tackled Blair earlier with love and promises to keep in touch, so she didn’t need to step into that moment.

Sam

Sam finished saying goodbye to Blair, and it felt a lot more final than she'd expected for it to. She'd finally realized no matter what mistakes she'd made or pain she'd caused, she didn't deserve, and couldn't let herself, accept how she was being treated. For months she'd tried and failed at repairing her relationship with Blair, and while she would always love her, Sam was ready to let her walk away if it was what she needed. She wouldn't push, interfere, or try to put back together the pieces that would never fit quite the same. Perhaps it was fitting that Blair had chosen that moment to take a job that would take her away from New York, because it was also the moment that Sam let her go. Shoving her hand into the pockets of her leather jacket that she was wearing more for aesthetic than any real need, Sam scanned ACup until she spotted Dani waiting for her. "Hey you," she said with a smile. "I think you said something about eating out?" she teased and pushed open the door so that they could both leave to enjoy their night.

Dani

"Hey back, sexy," she said with a wink and then couldn't help but laugh at Sam's joke. It was so dorky but so like her girlfriend that she loved it. While that humor might not work for some, Dani found it completely and utterly endearing. She walked through the door that Sam held open once she had her guitar case securely on her shoulder. "Oh we will definitely be doing that, but in regards to actual food I figured we could order in. I think we need some serious us time. Maybe even a mini vacation away sooner or later. I don't think we've been able to focus on us as much as we should," she said as she interlaced her fingers with Sam's.

Sam

Sam didn't know the word to describe the skip that her heart did every time she caused Dani to smile. It was something she hoped she would be doing a lot more of in the future. "I guess we do need to keep our energy up." Sam welcomed Dani's hand in hers, and gave it a reassuring squeeze. "Need me to carry your guitar? I don't mind." Need might not have been the best word considering how Dani had been taking care of her guitar and all things music for long before Sam came along, but that didn't stop Sam from wanting to lend a helping hand. "Everyone seems to be really taking the vacation part of summer vacation serious lately. Where would we go if we went somewhere? Just you and me and...." Sam let her voice trail off as she thought of a place to fill in the blank with. "a nice beach," she finally supplied. "You could show me Florida."

Dani

“If sounds like you have some plans for us, Sam.” Dani honestly wasn’t going to object at all. It felt amazing to be in a relationship with someone who could keep up with her sexually. Her girlfriend was amazing in bed, and Dani would brag about it as much as she could. The offer was one that the singer would usually refuse, but she knew it would mean a lot to Sam to be able to do for her. So, Dani shrugged the case off her shoulder and handed it over. “Thanks baby,” she said honestly. Working the night before had made her much more tired that she had expected. The mention of Florida almost made Dani freeze, but she caught it before it did. It was the first time anyone had offered to go with her, and the idea warmed her heart more than she thought it would. “Do you have enough saved up for a plane ride? I don’t know about going back to Miami, but I know some amazing places we could go. We could rent and air bnb or something.”

Sam

Sam gladly took Dani's guitar when she handed it over, and carefully slid it onto her shoulder to carry it. It wasn't much, but it still made her feel good to be able to help. Besides, it got Dani to call her baby again which was never a bad thing. "I could probably swing it. I don't think I'll be jet setting out there first class, but I have a little money saved up." Sam neglected to mention that it was mostly set aside so that she could go visit her parents for Christmas, but there was still a ton of time to have to deal with that. If she cut back on things, she'd have it built back up before she needed it. "Yeah? You want to go?" Sam decided not to push Dani about going back to see her family. No matter how much she knew that family was important and couldn't fully be forgotten, she knew it was Dani's choice in the end. That didn't mean she wouldn't bring it up again, but she was more excited at the idea of the trip than the specifics of it. "I'd love to do that. You probably can't tell by this pasty exterior, but I love the beach."

Dani

Deciding that she was not up for walking all the way back to her place, Dani walked to the edge of the sidewalk and raised her hand to hail a cab. Somehow it didn't take her forever and one pulled over within a few moments. She slide into the back seat and quickly gave the man her address. Her feet were so very happy the moment she was sitting down. "I won't be going first class either, so don't worry," she said with a laugh. "But yeah, I'd love to go. We'll pool our money together. I honestly don't spend on a lot, so I can do this. Plus, I think it would be good for us." Dani didn't spend money irrationally. She remembered how hard it was when she first got to the city with nothing, and ever since then she had made sure to build a savings. "I love that pasty exterior, thank you very much, but I'm excited. When do you want to go?"

Sam

Sam followed Dani into the cab without asking questions. She'd learned a long time ago that not everyone shared her ability to walk all over the city all the time, especially not after a day of work. "So we're really doing it?" she asked as she situated Dani's guitar beside her and tried to mentally think about her schedule. "As long as it's before the semester starts back up in September, and I don't miss a game, I'm all yours," she decided and looked over at Dani for conformation. "I can probably get out of practice if we really need for me to. I can talk to Fi about it. The real question is, when are you wanting to go?" Between the two of them, Sam had much more free time on her hands, at least until she was back to teaching fulltime. "I can't believe we're really going. I haven't been on an actual vacation in forever. I mean, not a real one anyway."

Dani

Dani thought about her schedule and knew that she would be able to make it work. Her bosses loved her, and it’s better she takes off during summer before the rush of the holidays started. “How about three weeks? That will be a good little break right before you start back at school. When is your practice? I have practice on Mondays.” She would have said two weeks? but there was no way she’d ever ditch on BOTB. Plus, three weeks would give her enough time to talk to her bosses and whatnot. “Are you ready for a vacation together babe? That’s a pretty big stage if I remember relationships well,” she teased.

Sam

Imagining what she would be doing in three weeks wasn't easy for Sam. If at all possible, she let things fall into place as they were. Luckily for them both, the summer months usually meant a lot more time to do what she wanted. It was for that reason that she found herself nodding without any hesitation. "Three weeks," she repeated with a smile on her face. "We practice on Wednesdays and then the game is on Sunday. I usually hit the gym with Spence and Fi somewhere in there, but they can still get their workout in without me." Sam reached over and took Dani's hand in hers when she asked if Sam was ready for it. She saw nothing but the positives and imagined the amazing time they'd have together. "I was born ready," she teased back. "There's no way that I would say no to us together on a beach. It sounds perfect."

Dani

The taxi cab pulled up in front of her building, and Dani happily thanked him before handing over the cash for their trip. Once the car door was open, she slid out and held the door open for her girlfriend. As soon as Sam was out of the cab, Dani reached for her hand and led them inside the building and to the elevator. “We could fly out Wednesday right after your practice and then fly back Saturday night. That would give us two days, but that way you don’t have to miss practice.” The elevator dinged to announce that they were at her floor. Within moments Dani had unlocked the door to her apartment and led them inside. The space was there for four days which was very rare. “I’m ready too. Just thinking of you in a bikini is enough for me to be on board if we’re being honest.”

Sam

Sam sat Dani's guitar down against the wall where she'd seen it hang out countless times when she'd been over. She wasn't sure if it was more Rachel or Dani that kept their apartment looking clean and well organized, but Sam didn't want to be the one to mess that up. "I like the sound of that. You and me and days where a bikini is the most clothes we have to wear." With her hands guitar free now, Sam walked over to her girlfriend, and slid her arms comfortably around her waist to hold her close. "This might just be the best idea that we've ever had."

Dani

“What do you feel about Key West? It’s a bit of a drive, but if we drive into Miami and rent a car, it’s honestly not that bad. I’ve made the drive so many times.” Back home she would make the drive during the summers just to sit in the beach away from everyone and write music. Her parents would flip a shit, but she didn’t care. When she felt Sam wrap her arms around her, she smiled and leaned into the embrace. She placed her hands on top of Sam’s wrapped around her. “I think so too. Are you hungry? Do you want to change into comfier clothes?”

Sam

"I want you to show me all your favorite spots in Florida." Given that Sam's knowledge of the stare was severely limited, she was glad that Dani knew enough for the both of them. She'd grown up there after all, and even though she'd told Sam that she hadn't been back since, it couldn't have changed too much in that time. "Key West, Miami, everywhere." Sam rested her chin on the top of Dani's shoulder. They still had weeks to go before they went anywhere, but Sammy was already excited for it. "I probably should have brought some, but I didn't know I was going to end up here. I mean, I hoped but," Sam shrugged to fill in the blank. Dani didn't need to be reminded of their fight since she was right there with her the whole time. "I'm glad I'm here with you. That's the important part."

Dani

“Babe, if you want me to show you all that, we need more than two days,” she said with a giggle. She’d be more than happy to show her what she could about Florida, but she’d need at least five days to do that. She didn’t mind spending extra time because the two of them splitting things would make it pretty cost effective, but she didn’t know if Sam wanted to miss practice. Dani knew how important soccer was to the blonde. When Sam rested her chin on the singer’s shoulder, Dani turned her head to place a kiss on the woman’s cheek. “Don’t worry about it. You can borrow my stuff whenever. Plus, I prefer you with less clothing anyway.”

Sam

"We'll have plenty of time," she said confidently with absolutely zero facts to back it up. "And we won't have anyone getting in our way or slowing us down." Sam smiled as she felt Dani's lips press a soft kiss to her cheek. The truth was, she would still be happy even if they never got beyond the beach and the room they'd be staying it. The thrill of leaving NYC for a while and getting away together would still be there. "Trying to get me naked, huh? I think I can get on board with that plan." Sam played with the end of Dani's shirt, grazing her fingers lightly over the exposed skin of her stomach. "As long as I'm not the only one."

Dani

“Mmm I’ll show you what I can, and if we can’t see everything then we’ll just have to go back,” she said with a shrug. While there were some nerves there with the idea of going back home, honestly Dani missed it so much. She was happier than she thought she would be with Sam suggesting it. “I’m always trying to get you naked, babe. Honestly, your body should never be covered by clothes when we’re alone.” Dani never hid how insanely attracted she was to the blonde. There was no point in being shy about it in her opinion, but then again, she was rarely shy about anything. “Sam, you know you can remove my clothes whenever you want. You have permanent access.” The singer turned around in Sam’s arms slowly and rested her hands on the woman’s collarbones. “Before we get lost in all the skin though, do you want me to order food? We have all the time to spend making each other moan as loud as we can.”

Sam

Comparing where they stood planning vacations together and talking about other ones they could take farther in the future, it was a far cry from where they'd been a few hours ago. It proved to Sam that when they were upset, seeing each other in person to talk it out was a whole lot better than trying to text it. "Even when I worse these especially for you?" she teased with a smile on her face. The Warblettes red and blue was easier far Sam to find in her closet based on her normal fashion choices, but there was something about the black and gold that made her feel good. Most of that had to do with the smile it put on Dani's face, but she couldn't completely count on the badass vide she felt either. "How come we never dance together?" Sam asked when Dani turned around in her arms. She slowly swayed them side to side like they were a couple of teenagers slow dancing at prom. "We should more often. I have no rhythm, but it's still fun." Swaying to music that was only in her head, she thought about Dani's question and quickly decided it was a good idea. "Yeah, let's order, so I can keep up with these big plans you've got."

Dani

“You do look incredibly hot tonight, and I can’t tell you how much this means to me,” she said as she grabbed the front of Sam’s leather jacket with one hand to show what she was talking about. Dani knew it was silly logically to care about something like who Sam rooted for when it came to a silly coffee shop competition, but she did. It warmed her heart to see Sam out there repping her band. “I think we pulled off the win tonight because of you. Maybe you’re our good luck charm.” When Sam started swaying to the beat that only existed in her head, Dani couldn’t help but smile at the cuteness of it and follow along. It was easy enough to do since swaying was fairly simple. “Do you want to go out dancing sometime? I love dancing, and we could have a lot of fun.” It hit Dani then how little the two of them had done as a couple. They definitely needed to separate from the drama for awhile. “What are you craving? I know you didn’t eat much of anything yesterday with us fighting. You get all antsy.”

Sam

"I might have had a little, or a lot, of fashion help," Sam admitted. She would be forever thankful for Sugar giving her the much needed assist. Not only did she have her rocking the different colors, but she had her looking good while doing it. While Sammy knew that it was more about her being there in support of Pamela Lansbury and Dani herself, she was thankful she wasn't forced to go by what was in her closet alone. Work out clothes somehow didn't feel appropriate for battle of the bands. "We'll see if I'm still your good luck charm in a couple weeks. Maybe you guys will go back to back." Not wanting to venture into the fact that Blair was leaving, and thus the Warblettes wouldn't be at full strength, Sam welcomed the natural flow in conversation away from it. "I'd kill for a chicken wrap." The fact that Dani knew her as well as she did wasn't lost on her. Even when they didn't spend the day together, her girlfriend knew how'd she'd been, because she knew her. It was the same reason that Sam knew that Dani had probably spent more time than she liked to think about crying. "Or a quinoa bowl." Sam took Dani's hand and lifted it above her head so that she could twirl her around before pulling her back into her body again. "I'd love to take you dancing sometime. I can show off to everyone how beautiful my girlfriend is."

Dani

Dani giggled imagining how long it would have taken Sam to put that outfit together on her own. While she was crazy about her girlfriend, she knew that simple was best when it came to her wardrobe. The singer never minded though because Sam always looked good. “Well, tell whoever helped you that I say thank you.” Dani hummed in agreement to the idea of going back to back with wins.The Warblettes were taking a blow losing Blair. No matter how much drama surrounded the situation, no one could deny that the youngest Anderson could sing. “I’m sure we could find that somewhere on Uber eats. It’s New York City after all. Something is always open.” Dani could go for a chicken wrap herself. She happily twirled herself around and then easily found her spot back against her girlfriend’s body. “You’re a closest romantic, aren’t you? Some of the things you say to me are just so sweet. But yeah! Let’s go! We can hit up a club when I get off of work at the bar this weekend.”

Sam

"Perfect," she agreed with a smile. Even if they weren't able to get the perfect meal delivered and were stuck raiding the fridge for any scrap of food, Sam would still consider the night to be a perfect one. She always felt that way when she was with Dani, and she was hoping they could keep things happy without the arguing in between. Sam was more than ready to do her part to help. No more jealousy or holding back out of fear of getting hurt. She was in. "I'm an out and proud romantic. No closets needed." Sam let her hands dip down below Dani's waist for a moment before reluctantly removing them. They were supposed to be ordering foor, and Sam knew that was less likely if she didn't keep her hands to herself for a least a couple minutes. "That sounds perfect. Are you sure your feet won't be too tired after that working? You'll have to try and keep up with me on the dance floor."

Dani

When Sam moved her arms from around her, Dani poured playfully before winking and grabbing her phone out of her back pocket. She took her own jacket off and let it hang on the back of the couch before scrolling through the available options. “Hey, there’s a little deli that’s open late. They have a chicken wrap with a garlic cilantro aioli or a quinoa bowl with salmon and a lemon dill sauce,” she read easily remembering the two things Sam said she was craving. “I’m looking forward to seeing that romantic side of yours more by the way. I’m definitely a girl who likes all the sappy.” Dani smiled at Sam for being worried about her feet. While both of her jobs required her to stand for long hours, she was young and sure she could tough it out for a night. “If you promise to give me a foot massage after, I think I’ll be good.”

Sam

Sam's stomach growled as Dani read off a couple menu choices for her. They were perfect, and the only drawback was they wouldn't arrive instantly. There was something about talking about food that always seemed to bring her hunger to the surface. "That's perfect, babe." Following Dani's lead and making herself more comfortable, Sam pulled off her (or rather Sugar's) jacket and laid it across the arm of couch. "You're lucky that I like you, because I don't like feet much." Taking a seat on the couch, Sam reached out for Dani's hand to pull her down onto the cushion beside her. "But for a night of dancing, I'll give you the best foot massage you've ever had," she said confidently and hopeful that Dani hadn't gotten many in her life for her to compete with.

Dani

With a nod, Dani ordered one of each and then a side of hummus with some whole wheat pita bread. She figured they would just end up sharing a bit of everything anyway. Whenever they had gone out to eat, they always thought what the other one got looked better and wound up stealing bites of food. It was cute and made for a pretty fun meal. “It says the food will be here in about twenty five or thirty minutes,” she informed the blonde as she sat down next to her on the couch. “I am lucky that you like me, but for more reasons than you taking one for the team and giving me a foot massage.” Dani quickly made herself comfortable by curling into Sam’s side with a sigh. “You know, you’re the first girlfriend I’ve gone back to Florida with. I think if anyone else suggested it, I would have avoided it completely.”

Sam

"I think I'll remind you at least once or twice just how great you think I am during that foot massage." Sam stretched her arm around Dani, giving her plenty of room to curl up by her side. "I'm really glad that you trust me with it." Family could be a tricky thing, but Dani's family especially. The fact that they could toss aside someone as amazing as she was made no sense at all to Sam. She was lucky to have never faced anything like that in her own life. "And that you're open to going." Sam leaned her cheek against the top of Dani's head to enjoy the closeness. It was a welcomed feeling after their fight, but also Sammy wanted to offer all the support possible as Dani opened up about tougher topics. She would do anything ot make sure Dani knew she wasn't alone. "Do you think you'll want to see anyone? You know, anyone from before?"

Dani

“Just the fact that you’re willing to give me one is amazing,” she said sincerely. “If it helps, I have very nice and clean feet.” Dani was a girl that liked to get her pedicures and manicures. Those were two of the things that she was most definitely girly about. “I trust you more than you know. Things have been a little crazy so you may not have seen that, but I’m done with the crazy. It’s us against the world, and you’re my girl. From now on, we move forward. I’m really done looking in the rear view.” Dani had her arm draped over Sam’s middle and let her eyes close for a moment. She wasn’t tired by any means, but was just enjoying the moment and closeness. “I want you to know me, and that means knowing where I come from. Plus, I miss it.” The second question was a much harder one to answer. A part of her wanted to, but another part of her was scared of it. She’d run away when she was eighteen. Now, she didn’t know how to even begin going back. “I don’t know. I miss my family, and I’m sure they’re worried sick about me, but Sammy, going back would be a lot. Plus, don’t you think it’s a little soon for you to meet family?” The last part was said with a teasing question to lighten the mood and try to make the topic a little easier.

Sam

Sam smiled at Dani's teasing question. It was pretty obvious that she was deflecting some of the tension and stress she was feeling at the possibility of getting in touch with her family again. The decision was big, and there was no guarantees that it would go the way she was hoping. Knowing all of that, Sammy still believed it was worth the risk. Dani had too big of a heart to go without trying to reach out again. Of course it was easy for her to decide that, she wasn't the one who would be taking all of the risks. "Three weeks from now is the perfect meet the parents time," she teased back as she slowly ran her fingers through the ends of her girlfriend's hair. "But if that would add stress to it, I could wait in the car. Crack a window for me, I'd be fine." She kissed the top of Dani's head again, hoping to convey her support. "None of it is about it, baby. I'd be there for you. Anything you needed me to do, that's what I'd do. The important thing would be you and your family."

Dani

“You’re the goofiest of goofballs,” she said with a giggle. “But I’m crazy about you. Thank you for willing to do that with me. I don’t know many people who would walk into a potential war with a Mexican family with a girl they didn’t plan on marrying.” The kiss to her head made her smile and tilt her head up to kiss Sam’s lips. “I’d want you there if I decide to do this. You’re important to me, and you make me feel stronger. Can I think about it for a little bit? I promise I’ll talk to you about it. It’s just a lot to process.”

Sam

"Take all the time you need. You can wait until we're all the way in Miami and at your parents front door, and you could still change your mind if you want to. I want you to do this because you want it, and for nothing else." Sam had no idea what she would be walking in to if Dani did decide to go through with it, but she had no desire to take it back. No matter how bad things got, Sammy knew she'd want to be there for her. "This way I'll know if I should marry into this family or not," she teased with a big smile on her face. All the questions from meme monday had them speaking about marriage way more than she ever expected to be at this stage in their relationship, but thankfully they'd been able to joke around without taking this extra seriously. Just knowing that there was the possibility that it could happen far into the future was more than enough for her.

Dani

When Dani was about to respond, she heard the knock at her door. She quickly hopped up and walked over to grab their food and sign for it. After giving the young guy a nice tip, she locked up again before setting the bag onto the kitchen table. “Thank you, baby. You’re seriously the best girlfriend in the world.” Dani moved around the kitchen grabbing them napkins and drinks to have with their food. “Oh man, if that’s what will get me a ring on my finger, then I’m screwed,” she joked back. “My family is nuts. Tell me about yours? I don’t know as much as I’d like to.”

Sam

"My family is great," Sam said without thinking that it could sound like bragging. Her family had always been a big support system for her, and the same was true even with most of them not living in the same place. Having Stacey around for support was something Sammy often took for granted, and it wasn't until hearing that not everyone had a relationship like that, that she began to realize it. "I mean, you know Stace already." Sam got up from the couch and followed Dani into the kitchen. "Then I've got a little brother, he's Stacey's twin, and there's my parents. You'd love them if you met them. They never gave me any trouble for the whole being gay thing. I guess I'm really lucky."

Dani

Dani couldn’t help but smile brightly when she heard Sam talk about her family. She wasn’t someone to get bitter or whatever about it. Getting upset would be silly to her because she honestly would never wish what she had to go through on anyone. Dani also knew that other people had it worse, so she wasn’t too doom and gloom about it. “They all sound so amazing,” she said honestly after she was done getting their food ready. “I’m really happy you’re so close to them, baby. Do you want to eat at the breakfast counter or table?” The sight of the food made Dani realize just how hungry she was herself, and she was very happy that Sam’s mind usually went to healthy. She most likely would not have found the Deli if it didn’t.

Sam

"Let's go table," she decided without much thought. The more time she spent with Dani at her and Rachel's apartment, the more comfortable she got there. Finding things in the kitchen to help out was starting to feel like second nature to her. All the mornings watching Dani do her thing to whip them up breakfast had really paid off for her. "It'll be easier to play footsie with you," she teased as she pulled out a chair and took a seat once they'd gathered up most of the things they needed. "I've been trying to get my parents to fly out and visit, but so far they haven't done it. I'm still working on it though. If it ever works, you'll see how great they are."

Dani

Dani nodded her head at the suggestion, and easily worked with Sam to move all the food and their waters over. Once that was done, and took the seat closest to her girlfriend. It was moments like that when the singer saw snippets of what it would be like to live with the blonde down the road. So far, she had liked what she’d seen, so things were looking good. “I love your game of footsie,” she said honestly. Sam was so cute about the silliest things that it warmed her heart. “Even though I’d be a nervous wreck, I’d meet them if you wanted me to. I honestly haven’t done the meet the parents thing with any girlfriend I’ve had.”

Sam

"Never?" The surprised was clear in her tone, but as she thought about it, she realized she hadn't done the official meet the parents thing either. "I mean, me either really. I think all those marriage questions and us going to Miami has got me thinking all kinds of in the future." Sammy unwrapped her chicken wrap and took a bite as she rubbed her foot against Dani's calf like she'd said she'd do. "We can focus on right here and right now instead, because I like where we are right now."

Dani

Dani shook her head to confirm Sam’s question. “Never ever. Honestly, I’ve never wanted to? When I was younger I was way more of a free spirit. I didn’t like being tied down and just kind of focused on my music. I guess I was like the typical musician,” she said with a bit of a laugh. It was such a stereotype but unfortunately true. The idea of looking into the future and planning didn’t scare her with Sam which was odd. “You can think into the future with me. Planning the future with you doesn’t terrify me. I’m actually happy when we talk about it. I hope stuff happens instead of freaking out,” she finally verbalized after taking s few bites of her bowl. “I love where we are right now. I mean, I think we’ll only get stronger after everything.”

Sam

"So it's a good thing that I met old-age Dani?" Sam teased with a smile on her face. It was clear from listening to Dani talk about her past that she'd come a long way from the time she was in Miami. She was forced to grow up on her own and fast. What wasn't clear however, was how Dani had a way of making herself sound older than she was. Maybe that was what people meant by saying someone had an old spirit. Sammy made a mental note to ask Sugar about it. "I think we can focus on planning for Florida first. I'm ready for the best vacation ever."

Dani

Dani arched a playful eyebrow at her girlfriend. "Just because I'm older than you doesn't mean you can call me old, babe," she teased. She knew that Sam never had a problem with her age, but she couldn't help but poke fun when she had the chance. "As for your question, yeah you are. I'm also getting used to being with someone as monogamous as you, honestly. People I've dated in the past never really got jealous because they were doing things they probably shouldn't while in a relationship as well. So, I'm learning. I'm sorry by the way. I thought it was good to be open, but there are some things you don't want to hear about or be reminded of, and I'll be better at that." Dani was a prideful person, so for her to admit she did something wrong was rare. It took two people to fight though, and she definitely had her share of the argument that she had to own up to. "Well, do you want to buy our tickets this week? We'll fly into Miami, and then well, we'll figure it out from there. Key West will totally be a thing though even if it's just a one day trip there."

Sam

Sam laughed as Dani easily teased her back. A couple years wasn't much of a difference, but when Dani started mentioning when she was younger, Sammy liked to take the chance to remind her that she was the older of the two. "I'm kind of getting used to the whole jealousy thing too. I've never had a girlfriend that was so affectionate with her friends before." Sam wiped her hands off on her napkin before reaching over to put her hand on Dani's offering a soft and reassuring squeeze. "We're both getting used to thing, and I hate fighting with you, but I'll never stop fighting for you." She could only hope that she wouldn't have to, and that Dani's friends were just that, friends. Reminding herself again and again that it was just Dani's way to be affectionate and nothing else, would take some getting used to, but she was determined to be okay with it. "Yeah, let's do it. I'll check and make sure I have enough money, but let's make it happen."

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Behave? I’m not a dog!

Lita:

•There were few things that could hold me in place and prevent me from simply manifesting myself someplace else to avoid danger. As I struggled against the bands binding my hands, I cursed under my breath at the stinging, not only from the edges biting into my skin, but the frequent electrical jolts it sent through my bones courtesy of the fire in the underworld with which they were forged. This was the exact reason why I had avoided my duties for so long when I was younger. My mother had cautioned me that there were those who hunted us. While we worked to restore balance, extinguishing evil that cost the universe the soul of an innocent, they worked to extinguish us. Their ultimate goal to tip the scales fully on the side of the wicked. My anger quickly faded into a combination of pure terror and sadness as I realized this was probably exactly the way both my mother and grandmother had spent their final days. My heart was practically pounding out of my chest as I imagined the different ways they would probably torture me until I finally broke and begged them to finish the job and put me out of my misery. As a lone tear slipped down my cheek those familiar heavy footfalls sounded again. Instinctively my hand attempted to shoot up and wipe the evidence away only to hiss at another electrical shock. I managed to collect myself by the time the door creaked open, sitting up taller, squaring my shoulders, and swiping my tongue over my swollen lip. The taste of iron and salt making my stomach roll, but maintaining my poker face as I glared angrily into eyes of pure evil. He had masked himself to look like the human I knew him as again. Most likely to taunt me, remind me of how foolish I had been. My frustration with myself must’ve shone through for a second because his eyes lit up with glee and he let out that sickening laugh that made my skin crawl. I still couldn’t believe that this was happening. When I finally stepped up to my duties, I had made sure to learn from the mistakes of both my mother and grandmother. Not once did I mix business with pleasure. Sure, it made things a little more difficult when I didn’t bed my targets. But I always liked a good challenge. And up until now, it had helped me keep my head clear. I had recognized the signs of a trick long before they caught me. Perhaps that’s where I went wrong. I had begun to think I was invincible. After avoiding this fate so many times, I was sure I had cracked the code and couldn’t be fooled. His fingers wrapped around my chin, squeezing painfully and forcing me to focus on him, effectively pulling me from my thoughts. And as he leaned in closer, my eyes widened. Their saliva alone was like acid to my kind. Suddenly his oddly “gentlmanly” way of not trying to shove his tongue down my throat before made far more sense. One hint of that sting and I would’ve been gone. But now, he had no reason to hide what he was. I couldn’t stop the whimper that escaped me when his tongue shot out, coating the split in my lip with his revolting drool and causing my mouth to feel like it was melting from my face. My hands fisted as I tried to get on top of the pain. He had yet to get me to let out more than a whimper here or there and I knew it was pissing him off. That thought alone helped me to gain the strength to lift my eyes to his again with a smirk. His fury was evident even before his hand connected with the side of my face so hard my vision blurred.

Oh, how I wished he would hit me hard enough to knock me out. Then I could finally find peace deep within my memories. I could travel back in time to the only place that had felt like home. We had moved so often throughout my life. Every time my mother slipped up and made someone suspicious it was time to start over again someplace else far away. But there was one place that we stayed for a whole three years. And that was the place where I found friends and even my first love. My mother had warned me to not get attached to anyone, but I had. And even though the way it ended broke my heart, I didn’t regret it. Especially now when it was the only thing keeping me strong through distraction. Another slap across my face had me biting my lip. Something I quickly regretted as the poison from his lick entered my mouth more making the most painful dental procedure seem like a cake walk. But it was his words about my mother that had me losing control. My voice was wild as I screamed• Bastardo! Cuando sea libre te acabare! •With that, I spat at his feet. While my saliva did nothing to harm him, he still jumped out of the way before reeling his fist back and landing blow after blow in a fit of rage. The pain was excruciating, but welcome. And after a while my vision finally darkened and I was whisked away to my place of comfort•

Asher:

{I loved my duty. I had been a powerful king in my human life. But that was nothing compared to the power and worship I received now. Only one stood above me and he rarely bothered me. Over the years it was my approval that most began to seek. And it was me who they reported to with most things. So, it was not uncommon for Croesus to appear at my side, eyes sparkling with excitement to share his latest discoveries. I barely paid him any attention as I watched my bidding being done in front of me until his final sentence. “Alas, I must inform you that your pet is in danger.” I furrowed my brow at the mention of my pet. My eyes trailed over the curvy blond lounging on the blood red chaise a few feet away. “No, sir. Not her.” Now, my eyes whipped over to him, the intensity of my stare causing him to shrink back briefly before pointing toward the sky. A tick started in my jaw as I continued to stare at him, gesturing impatiently with my hand. He cleared his throat before continuing, “It appears as though she has been captured. And I, I, well, it has not gone unnoticed that you have developed a fondness for her. So I thought you should know.” With a nod he turned on his heel and began to scurry from the room. Only pausing when my mind finally caught up with what he had said and I had called out} I have fondness for none. It’ll do you well to remember that. {I might have scolded him on how unconvincing his concession was before he slipped from the room, but I was too distracted by the news. I didn’t like the word fondness. Fondness meant weakness. But perhaps I had a very, very small fondness for her. Only because her mother had impressed me with her fire. And she was the spitting image of her in both looks and temperament. While I had seen her mother’s demise coming eventually, I was surprised to learn @AFuerteRosa had been captured. I had watched her since her mother’s passing. And she had managed to escape trap after trap. Curiosity was burning within me on how they had finally managed to capture her. Deciding this was something I needed to see for myself I wasted no time in apparating to the room where I was able to locate her essence. The sweet scent of her blood was the first to hit me before my eyes focused on the scene before me. Her body was crumpled in an uncomfortable looking position with her dark hair draped around her face. A quick scan of the room revealed that she had been left alone, and I squatted down in front of her. My hand reaching out to brush her hair back and examine the damage. Her face, while unrecognizable due to the swelling and blood, wore a mask of stubbornness even in unconsciousness. I let out a low chuckle and shook my head. She had indeed inherited her mother’s spirit. Behind me I heard the door being pushed open followed by a sound of surprise} Alec. I should have known. {He stood a little taller, clearly proud of his achievement. Normally, I would have praised him for a job well done. However, at this point all I could think of was punishment. Not for her. For him. His smile began to falter as he took in my harsh demeanor. When he opened his mouth to speak, I already knew what would come of it so I raised my hand to silence him} Leave us. {His expression became incredulous and he opened his mouth once more to argue. My eyes flashed and with a flick of my hand he was thrown from the room and the door was sealed shut behind him. When I turned back toward @AFuerteRosa I was met with wide dark eyes}

Lita:

•One minute I was happily engulfed in a beach memory with mi amor and all our friends. The next I was being startled awake by a deep voice I didn’t recognize. The authority behind @OmnipotentAsher’s two word, “Leave us,” had me snapping my head up. And I cringed at the way my brain sloshed in my head. Slowly reopening my eyes and forcing them to focus I was met with the back of a tall man with brown waves cascading down his back. I wracked my mind trying to figure out who he was only to jump at the loud boom of the door slamming. When he turned around, his eyes seemed to glow with power that slowly extinguished and gave way to a hazel that I was unsure was less intimidating. I braced myself when he squatted in front of me sure that a blow from him was going to be far worse than what I had been through up until this point•

Asher:

{Gentleness wasn’t my strong suit. But the way @AFuerteRosa’s body stiffened when I squatted once more told me that I was going to have to figure it out quickly. I tentatively hovered my hand over the strap that held her arm down} If I release this, will you behave?

Lita:

•Behave? All fear left my body and was replaced by a sizzling anger. I jerked my body, pulling at the straps, and ignoring the shot of electric pain as I growled out• Que loco? Behave? I am not a dog!

Asher:

{I knew I’d chosen the wrong words the second her eyes changed from fear to fury. And all I could do was chuckle at her obstinance} I am not here to hurt you. I knew your mother. {I paused raising my brow when I saw her temper flare again. Clearly she misunderstood} Listen, woman. I said I’m not here to hurt you. {The humph of annoyance she let out had me chuckling again as I waved my hand causing the strap to fall open. I left the other bound momentarily. A decision that proved to be wise when her hand flew toward my face. Catching it before it could connect, I gave a warning squeeze to her wrist} As I stated, I am not here to hurt you. But if you continue to fight me, I will be left with no choice but to leave you.

Lita:

•I stared at @OmnipotentAsher in disbelief when he caught my hand. It probably would’ve been smarter to wait until he had freed me completely before lashing out, but I didn’t like his tone. And I was sick of being toyed with by these demonios. We sat in a silent stare down while I tried to decide if I should trust him or not. With resignation I relaxed my arm. Either he was telling the truth or this was a new sick game. I hadn’t decided. But it wasn’t like I had much to lose• Fine.

Asher:

{I saw the decision in @AFuerteRosa’s eyes before she spoke. But I waited until she did before waving my hand again, causing the rest of the restraints to fall open. I stood, backing up a few steps so that she could stand on her own. I had watched her from afar for years. But this was the first time I had been this close. The resemblance to Carmelita was uncanny and it tugged at the deep recesses of my heart that had been disappointed when she had finally been struck down. It had been a shame to see such a fire extinguished}

Lita:

•Everything ached when I finally stood. And as I took my time stretching various body parts and keeping my eyes trained on @OmnipotentAsher a new plan formulated in my mind. I wasn’t entirely positive I had the strength to manifest myself home. Or that he wouldn’t follow. But I wasn’t going down without a fight. As soon as he reached his hand toward me I faded from the room with a smile of relief that it worked•

Asher:

{I wasn’t surprised when @AFuerteRosa disappeared once she was free. I would have been more surprised if she had stuck around and allowed me to play out the rest of this Knight in Shining Armor bullshit. With one last look around the room and a sigh at the realization that word of my actions had probably already spread, I apparated myself back to my throne below}

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