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vonlycsnn · 3 months ago

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Hello, author! Can I request Wise/ Licaon with reader-Vidyadhara (from honkai start real)? Reader shows love in an unusual way. Their dragon tail wags happily when Wise /Lycaon is around. Reader protects them even if reader are weaker. They give out ancient jewels and can also purr softly. Dragons are hard to trust, but the reader lets them touch their tail. The reader's actions scream "I LOVE YOU. I AM DEVOTED TO YOU FOR THE REST OF MY LIFE."

If you don't like the idea, then feel free to skip it. Anyway, I wish you all the best~

❈ — A DRAGON'S WAY OF AFFECTION

~ WISE AND VON LYCAON WITH (GN) VIDYADHARA! READER.

SUMMARY: AU - You're a Vidyadhara from the Xianzhou Loufu, travelling across the galaxy and visiting numerous planets just for the fun of it. One planet in particular is your absolute favorite to visit: Eridu-47. | You narrowly escape Thanatos with Wise (in Eous' body). Lycaon is surprised to see you at midnight.

cw/tw: mentions of (minor) injuries on Wise's part, other than that it's all fluff.

A/N: Crossover prompt! How exciting!! We need more playable Vidyadhara characters on hsr...they're such an interesting species. :0 Very sorry for taking so long with your request, and very sorry for not putting some of the actions you've said. :') Thank you for your request and for the kind words! Hope you enjoy reading this.

Breathing. All you could hear was your intense breathing.

You didn't know how long you were running for, but that didn't matter. What matters is getting out of this hollow ASAP. The only problem being that you were being chased by a highly dangerous ethereal.

You recall the moment Wise warned you about the beast. A very fast ethereal capable of slashing its prey in seconds—putting your guard down even for a single second could lead to your demise.

The two of you were terrified, but compared to the small bangboo tightly locked in your arms, deep down—you were the most terrified.

Never have you dealt with this kind of situation before. Sure, Yaoshi's abominations are tough to deal with, but they were more annoying than anything.

This? This was out of your league. You've only fought Ethereals once or twice since you've been here, so you basically had little experience on how to fight them.

But as you were overthinking about the situation, you heard Wise talking from Eous' little body.

"There it is! It's the exit!" It's a small hand/arm pointed forward.

You looked towards the direction it was pointing at; sure enough, the exit of the hollow was in front of you.

You picked up the pace, hoping that Thanatos would give up chasing you. Out of pure instinct, you threw the poor bangboo towards the exit before you could make it there yourself. Unbeknownst to you, Thanatos had created a scar on the back of your neck the second you got out of the hollow.

You trip and fall to the ground beneath you; your body slides against the pavement, creating some minor scratches on your body. But it was nothing you couldn't handle.

You tightly closed your eyes, now feeling the scar that the Ethereal created on the back of your neck.

You heard someone rushing towards you; soon after, you felt as if two people were looming over you.

"Belle, take them to the staff room. I'll recharge Eous in my room."

You heard a familiar voice, and you smiled gently when you realized who it was. You felt your tail wagging, sweeping dirt from the ground.

It was embarrassing to show this type of behavior in public, but you were too tired to care.

You sat up to see Belle in front of you, trying her best to help you. She took your arm and wrapped it around her shoulder, lifting you up to help you stand. But as you tried to listen to what she was saying, your vision became blurry, and then you passed out.

—

Your fingers played with your horns as you stared at the television in front of you. A blanket was moved aside to give you some space on the couch you were sitting on.

You've woken up 10 minutes prior, confused about what happened. Fortunately, Belle was here when you woke up and explained everything to you. She was always nice to talk to; she's optimistic and cheerful no matter the situation—its great.

But after a few minutes, she stood up from the couch and told you that she's going on a girls night out with Nicole and Anby. As she approached the door to leave the room, she looked at you and winked.

"Wise's making you some tea upstairs. Good luck with him, you hear?~" You heard her whisper.

And here you are now, sitting nervously as you overthink about Belle's words. Other than the bangboos inhabiting the store, it was only you and wise. You and wise. Your heart started to beat rapidly, and you looked to your side to see that your tail was wagging ever so slightly.

You tried to calm down, inhaling and exhaling slowly. Just as you were calming down though, you heard footsteps from upstairs...then they walked down the stairs.

Calm down, calm down. You can't let wise see you like this. It'll be embarr—

"Oh, hey, you're awake."

You jumped and snapped your head towards the door to see wisely at the doorway. He became concerned as he saw you breathing heavily, putting the two glass cups on the table behind the couch, and rushed to you.

"Sorry...did I scare you? Here. I made you tea."

He carefully picked up the cup and gave it to you. Still stunned by his presence, you shakingly accepted it. The cup felt warm; it wasn't too hot to the point where it could burn you. You smiled, and your tail wagged once more.

"It's nothing fancy. I don't know if the tea they serve on the Loufu is any different, but I hope you like it." Wise said.

You nodded, taking a sip of the tea he made. Your eyes closed as your taste buds danced with how good it was. Wise giggled at your reaction.

"I'm guessing that you enjoy it?"

"Mhm. It tastes slightly different than the ones from the Loufu...but still as delicious as any tea I've tried so far."

You held the cup up, inspecting it as if it were some piece of treasure. Wise laughed, but his attention was quickly stolen by your tail wagging constantly beside you. He smiled.

"Are you that happy to see me? Every time we meet in person, your tail always wags."

You paused your drinking, suddenly feeling embarrassed at your own behavior. You avert your gaze, trying to hide your red face from wise. He moved closer to you upon seeing your reaction.

"Hey, it's okay! I'm happy to see you as well; you shouldn't be risking your life in that hollow though..." He reminded you. You looked at him straight in the eyes, opening and closing your mouth as you struggled to get a word out.

"I-i just wanted to keep you safe...and Eous. Yeah." You awkwardly explained to him. Wise sighed, grabbing the blanket behind him and throwing it over your shoulders.

"Get some rest before you leave. You deserve it." Wise said. His voice was so comforting to you; it was soft and pleasant to your ears. You quietly purred.

"Oh right. Forgot to ask; did you bring back the videotape you rented a while back?" Wise asked. You froze in place.

You've completely forgotten that you rented a videotape from here a few weeks ago. And today was the deadline.

"I...may have forgotten it back in the Loufu. Haha."

You paced back and forth. Completely deep in your thoughts. You looked absolutely ridiculous in public, but people were too busy minding their own business to look at you weird.

In your hands was a box that looked like nothing from this world.

Of course it wasn't; it's a box containing the finest souvenirs from the Xianzhou Loufu. You held it close to your chest, preventing anyone from potentially stealing it. Or even worse, breaking the precious and fragile souvenirs inside. That would be a disaster. You'd have to pay a good amount of money to the seller you bought these from.

Sitting on the bench behind you, you quickly pulled out your phone. Looking at your contacts to find a specific person, he was the reason you came here in the first place.

A smile formed on your face when you saw his name; your scaled tail wagged simultaneously. But as you hovered your finger on the screen to click on his profile, you hesitated.

It was already late at night by the time you were here, so contacting him now wouldn't be ideal. You sighed, putting your phone back in your pocket, and stood up. Simply accepting that tomorrow morning would be a more appropriate time to give him the box.

You turned around to pick up the box, only to realize that it was gone. Your eyes widen at the sight, and your heart beats fast as you panic. You frantically looked around to see if anyone had taken it purposely or mistakenly.

That's when you heard it. From your pointy ears, you heard the echoes of rapid footsteps coming from your left. You snapped your head in the direction of the sound; sure enough, you saw a figure running towards the gross alleyways of lumina square.

"STOP. STOP IT. YOU THIEF."

You quickly chased him down as confused bystanders backed away in fear. The hooded man with your box created all sorts of obstacles to slow you down, from kicking down stacks of empty boxes to straight up pushing down a dumpster.

Unfortunately for him, this was nothing to you. Like any of the other Vidyadhara from the Loufu, you were athletic. Easily dodging the obstacles the man created.

He looked over his shoulder to see that you were almost caught up to him. He whimpered in fear, but just as he was about to pick up the pace to lose you, he tripped on something heavy and metallic. The impact nearly broke his foot in the process.

The box flung upwards, but thankfully someone effortlessly caught it with one hand. As you ran closer to the scene, you frozen. Tail wagging once more as you saw a tall, well-dressed wolf thiren standing in front of you. One of his prosthetic legs was stepping on the thief's back as a way to restrain him.

"Oh?" The man said. It was a familiar voice—the voice that makes you fall to your knees mentally every time you hear it.

"L-lycaon! I didn't expect you to be here at this hour." You expressed your shock to him.

"The same would apply to you. I wouldn't have expected to see you here in Eridu-47."

As Lycaon said that, he felt the man below him wiggling himself to try and escape. The thiren's eye glowed as a warning, and the hooded man squealed in fear as he finally pleaded guilty for his actions.

"I-i-im sorry! It won't happen again! I promise! I swear! I-i—"

The hooded man begged. Lycaon crouched and leaned towards the side of the man's face, whispering something directly to his ear.

You couldn't hear it, but you know Lycaon said something terrible when the man screamed in fear and quickly ran away the second Lycaon removed his leg from his back.

You were kind of scared, of course, but it was Lycaon. You trusted him dearly, and he has proved his sincerity many times before. So, you didn't question anything. Lycaon looked at you in relief, now holding the box full of goods with both of his hands.

"Apologies for my unbefitting behavior just now. I believe this belongs to you."

He handed you the box; he looked at you so softly that you couldn't help but stare at his face for a few seconds.

But you snapped out of your thoughts and declined. Lightly pushing the box back towards him. Of course, he was confused. Then you explained to him.

"It's for you, silly! No need to give it back to me." You giggled; you could see his one eye widen in surprise.

"My...you're too kind. I don't deserve such treatment from the likes of you." He said. You saw his ears twitching and his tail ever so slightly wagging from this; you smiled. Holding back a laugh.

He looked down at the box, now noticing that it's tightly sealed. Preventing anything from falling out.

"And what awaits me inside this box, may I ask?" He asked you.

One hand was gently placed on top of the box while the other held the bottom part so as not to let it fall to the break.

You walked closer to him, looking upwards to his face as you smiled widely.

"Inside are exclusive items from the Xianzhou Loufu. How about you open it and see for yourself? W-well, maybe not in this dirty alleyway at least." You awkwardly laughed. The thiren merely chuckled, gently taking your hand.

"Then I know just the place. If I may?" Your eyes widen when he offers you this; your horns glowed brightly as you felt your tail wagging. You smiled, nodding at his offer.

"Lead the way, dear attendant." You playful said. He laughed.

"Please. Just call me Lycaon."

Then the two of you walked out of the alleyway, admiring the nightly scenes of lumina square as Lycaon guided you to the rooftop of a building.

You smiled widely; tonight turned out better than you expected it to be. You couldn't wait to see his reaction to the items inside the box, and quite frankly, you were just very happy to be by his side.

Oh, what a happy little dragon you are right now.

#n-writes #zenless zone zero #zzz #zzzero #zenless zone zero x reader #zzz x reader #von lycaon #zzz wise #von lycaon x reader #zzz lycaon #wise x reader #zzz wise x reader #not very proud of this but i still you all enjoy this!#honkai star rail #vidyadhara

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arosesstorm · 3 months ago

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wreathe ; sebastian sallow

words count: long read

fem reader! x Sebastian Sallow

warning: jealous Sebastian

summary: Sebastian looks like her bestfriend under the sunlight, but as soon as the night comes the lines get blurry and everyone's obvious to it.

part one, I guess?

English is not my first language, trying my best, enjoy :)

Sebastian was known for being a charmer and a good learner; people whispered about his ability in dueling and his look was praised by many.

He had a habit of breaking the rules and he was stubborn, as much as it was allowed.

What most people didn’t know about him though was that the boy had in fact scares so deep, every once in a while they started to bleed.

And god was Sebastian Sallow hot headed.

"Ominis!" You couldn’t help but wrap your arms around the boy’s neck as soon as you saw him.

"I missed you" you whispered into the boy’s chest, his arms slowly holding you closer.

"Well well, isn’t this our very own savior" the boy muttered smiling.

After everything that had happened the year prior, Ominis had been a constant in your life; exchanging letters almost every day over summer, the two of you had met up to hang out a few times too.

He used to tell you about his family issues while you confessed yours.

Your bond became so strong you felt he was the brother you never had.

"Y/n!" You turned your head just in time to see Anne sprint your way and wrap her arms around your torso.

"Anne" you smiled, embracing her, "it’s good to see you".

She looked good, you couldn’t help but notice, her cheeks were pink, and she seemed to have gained a few pounds too; she was surely looking much better than the last time you had saw her.

"I can’t tell you how excited I am to be back, even if I have a load of work to catch up to", a breath and then a whisper: "uncle Solomon won’t admit it but he’s happy he is finally alone".

Anne left your side then to crush into Ominis.

That’s when your eyes had met his.

"No hugs for me?" The boy had asked, with that same playful tone you’ve grown to love.

If possible, your smile grew bigger.

"Sebastian" you mumbled, letting the brunette cage you in a hug.

Sebastian had always been your light in your time at Hogwarts: with all the fights, the heartbreak and the laughters he had somehow guided you through your first year in the magical world.

Sticking by his side at first felt natural, like you two were somehow tied together; that was, until you grew attached and your new best friend felt more like a man to you.

Everyone knew: you, Sebastian and Ominis were a solid trio, when you were looking for one you always found the other two nearby.

But this year, with the newfound health of Anne since the death of Lockwood, your trio was about to become a quartet and you were somehow excited.

"How have you been?" You whispered in Sebastian’s ear, his nose brushing against your hair as he muttered back: "Good, kinda missed you".

"Come on guys! We’re gonna be late!" Anne was excitedly pushing you towards the great hall before you could protest.

Back in your seats, with Sebastian’s shoulder brushing against yours, you realized how affected you actually were by his presence.

This year was going to be a long one…

The morning after, you woke up to an excited Anne walking around the room putting on her robes as she was chased by Imelda’s harsh insults.

"Please shut up" the brunette pleaded as the Sallow girl kept on rumbling how exciting this whole journey was going to be.

"It’s first day, can you guys believe it?" She squitted, disappearing into the Common room, leaving you two behind.

"I swear if she doesn’t calm down".

When you saw the girl again you couldn’t help but notice her bright eyes as she was laughing with Ominis at the Breakfast table.

"Goodmorning" you spoke, approaching your friends, sliding swiftly beside Sebastian.

"Good morning to you" the boy spoke, gently brushing your shoulder once you were seated.

"What were you guys talking about?"

"Ah! They were vexing me" Sebastian spoke "it is fortunate you came to rescue me".

"Oh Sallow, how many times will I have to save your ass?"

Anne chuckled out loud as Sebastian let out a scoff "nevermind, you’re even worse than them"

Before heading to your first lesson of the day, Charms, you passed by the Gryffindor table, hoping to see the friends you still haven’t had the opportunity to meet.

"Natty!"

The girl turned around with a smile, "y/n! How have you been? Did you receive my owl?"

"I very much did, thank your granny for those cookies, they were amazing".

"Which cookies? And why didn’t I get any?" Garreth’s voice rose from beside natty as you aknolowged the boy.

His red hair were longer and his shoulders broader, it was hard to tell since he was seated, but you could definetly say he had grown up.

"Shut up, Garreth" Natty had dismissed the boy as you left the table.

Ominis was waiting for you at the entrance as you both left to class.

That night, seated by the fire in your common room, you were reading a book while Anne was making small conversation with Imelda.

You didn’t know how the conversation led to it, but Grreth’s name was brought up, Imelda noticing how much the ginger had grown over summer, pointing out he would have made a fine beater.

"You were talking to him this morning, weren’t you y/n?"

Your attention was suddenly brought back to the present.

"Yes", "could there be something tender?" Imelda smirked as your nose left the pages to focus on the conversation.

"Obviously not" you had replied, to which Anne softly smiled, "Imelda, quiet down, people are gonna hear us".

"You’re no fun" she had replied, changing topic.

That night, as you lied in bed, you kept on asking yourself if in fact you were somehow charmed by Weasley, or any boy for that matter and the answer came like a whisper, so soft you couldn’t hear it either.

"Who do you think is gonna make team this year?" Anne had asked, walking with you, Omins and Sebastian to Hogsmade.

"Why do you suddenly care about Quidditch?" Sebastian had asked.

"I haven’t seen a game in ages!" She replied stern.

The bickering between twins bringing a smile to your face as you locked your arm with Ominis, "hey you".

While the twins bickering fell into the background, Ominis turned to you "what about this thing with Weasley?"

"Ominis!" You scolded suddenly, taken aback by his comment, "how do you know?"

Ominis scrolled his shoulders "so it is true? You fancy him?"

"Who fancies whom?" Sebastian had token a step forward, suddenly intrigued by your discussion with Omins as you held the blond boy’s arm tighter, that was enough of an answer for him.

"Oh nobody, just stupid chatters" the boy dismissed before Sebastian could investigate further.

The thought of you fancying someone hunted the boy for the rest of the day, even when the night had quieted the chatter down and everyone went to sleep.

He couldn’t stop thinking about it, so he left the warmth of his bedsheets, putting on a green and silver jumper and disappearing into the corridors.

Making his way to the common room Sebastian was surprised to see someone else there.

Their head was stuck in a book and their legs curled up onto the couch.

He had recognized right away the silhouette and he felt like smiling.

You had escaped your room that night, determined to finish the book you had been reading.

It didn’t startle you when you felt a weight pop beside you on the couch, instead you couldn’t help but smile when Sebastian lowered the book from your hands, meeting your gaze.

"Come back to me, will you?" He had whispered chuckling.

"I was just about to find out where the main character had disappeared to" you answered, your smile betraying your fake annoyance.

Sebastian chuckled again, his gaze shifting towards the fire.

"Couldn’t sleep?" You asked then, your gaze worried.

The boy hummed.

This scene had happened so many times already: the boy sadly confessing the pain of his sister’s illness to you, in the dark of the common room, only allowing himself to be vulnerable in your presence.

But this time, this time his sister was better, sleeping peacefully upstairs and you were there, with your eyes sleepy and your skin warm.

So Sebastian found himself smiling as he looked your way.

Your arm was resting on the back of the couch as it held your heavy head up, you were facing him, your breathing softly pleasant.

"Do you really fancy someone?" The boy found himself ask, suddenly.

You chuckled, looking at him playfully.

"Why?" You had asked.

"Just curious, you never told me you liked someone".

"It’s not- it’s Imelda starting stupid rumors to see me flustered, that’s all" you reassure.

He could finally relax, his back meeting the cushions as his fingers traveled to your leg.

"You want to finish the book, don’t you?"

"It’s fine" you laughed, but Sebastian didn’t buy it.

"Come on, finish it, I’ll keep you company".

It was hard to focus back on the story, with his hand tracing small circles above your bare leg, but it became quickly a gentle caress as you kept on reading.

It was ten minutes later when you started to get sleepier.

"Seb" you muttered closing the book, the boy humming while looking at you.

"We should get some sleep".

"Maybe we should"

Neither of you making the move to leave.

"I’m comfy" you admit laughing softly.

"Let’s not leave yet, then" he spoke.

The fire was cracking in the background when you shifted, moving closer to the boy, your head now resting on his shoulder as you fell into the warmth of his body.

Sebastian held his hand firmer on your leg now, helping you get closer, as he rested his head on top of yours.

"Would you tell me?" He asked then.

"Tell you what?"

"If you fancied someone, would you tell me?"

"Yes Sebastian, if I’ll ever find someone pleasant enough, I promise I will tell you first".

Four weeks had passed since the start of term and with October approaching the air had got chillier and the days shorter.

You had spent the last three hours in the library, making a research for a new species of mimbulus mimbletonia, something professor Sharp believed to be absolutely essential and you were ready to hide into the comfort of your room and fall asleep.

"Y/n!"

Your eyes travelled the room till they settled on the young man dressed in red and gold making his way towards you.

"Hey, Garreth"

"Hey" he smiled softly, "were you headed to your common room?"

"Yes"

"Mind if I accompany you?"

"Hu? Ah no, you can come".

You and the boy left the library, heading for the dungeons.

"I was wondering if you had a spere hour tomorrow morning? If I can be honest with you I’m not keeping up well with Onai’s crap about tea leaves".

You couldn’t help but slip a laugh.

"So now you’re laughing at me?" a playful smile plastered on his lips.

"No, no, I’m sorry."

You turned to your right, Garrett following behind as you started to walk down the stairs.

"I have a free hour right after breakfast, sounds good?".

Garreth’s smile widened "sound lovely to me".

"What is it that you fail to get about the art of predicting catastrophes?" You teased as the boy stroke his neck.

"I seem to prefer to see only the bright side"

Letting out a stern chuckle you jumped the last step, the sliver snake appearing on the wall as you turned around to face the ginger.

"First lesson: there are no bright sings in divination".

You herd someone caugh as you turned around, Sebastian was lying by the door, his eyes locked onto you.

"Goodnight, Garreth" you spoke as you made your way into the Slytherin common room.

Garreth looking at you disappear before Sebastian followed inside and the door turned to be a wall again.

"Escorted by Weasley, huh?"

The sound of the water fountain running in your ears as you made your way downstairs with Sebastian.

"It seems so" you had replied distracted, something that sent Sebastian’s soul on fire.

As soon as you stepped into the common room, Imelda’s voice rose up.

"So I was right? Weasley boy for the win?"

You scoffed and Sebastian felt his body go still.

Were you really going out with that loser?

He didn’t know how much it bothered him, until the following day, at breakfast as he was talking about something funny that happened in his class you excused yourself, mumbling you had to meet up with someone.

Of course, that someone was Weasley and of course, as impulsive as he was, he was tempted to follow you.

"Sebastian" Ominis had called, sensing the shifting of his robes, "please don’t do it".

Sebastian had scoffed then, returning to his place, violently eating was was left in his plate.

He had time to calm down until he saw you again: your shoulders were moving up and down softly as you rested your head on a potion’s book, peacefully swimming into sleep.

It felt like his anger disappeared for a second as he pulled a chair close to yours, his own head resting on the table as he looked at you.

He stole a few glances at your harmless form, before squeezing your shoulder softly.

He felt like choking when you softly smiled at him as soon as you your eyes opened.

"Sebastian" you spoke, a voice so soft he thought he had never heard something more adorable in his life.

"Why are you resting your head on the table?" You had asked then, to which Sebastian smiled.

"I heard this is were we take naps" the boy teased as you shifted softly, a strand of hair falling into your eyes.

Sebastian’s finger brushed it off softly, moving a strand behind your ear, discovering your face once again.

That gesture might have woken you up suddenly because you jumped on your seat, quickly collecting your things.

"Oh god, I really fell asleep!"

"Hey, hey, calm down there, will you?"

But your panic only increased as you saw what time it was.

"I was supposed to meet Garrett half an hour ago!"

"Garret? Again?"

"Yes, we didn’t get to finish this morning"

If he had known that waking you up would have resulted in you leaving him behind for Weasley, he would have much preferred watching you sleep.

Sebastian got up at the same time as you, his anger coming back to him in waves, "does Weasley really need your help?".

You looked taken aback "yes, he has told me himself he needs help in divination".

Sebastian chuckled darkly, "and he asked you?"

"Are you saying I’m not competent enough?" Your demeanour suddenly changed and Sebastian witnessed as your soft aura started to tint black.

He knew this side of you, he had seen it one to many times and it didn’t scare him, in fact, it fascinated him.

The fire in your eyes was matched now, as Sebastian grew taller.

"I’m saying you wouldn’t be the first person that pops into my mind".

You scoffed then, holding the books closer to your chest, pride filling your lungs.

"How about you leave the adults to study and mind your business?"

"The adults?"

"Yes you child"

You tried to turn away from him then, but the boy wouldn’t let you go far.

"Hey! Don’t turn your back on me while I’m talking!"

"You’re not talking Sebastian, you’re behaving like a five years old"

"Said the one who can’t finish a conversation like two mannered people!"

Your eyes got bigger "are you saying I’m not well mannered either?"

A sigh escaped your lips "listen Sallow-"

"Sallow?"

"That’s still your name isn’t it?"

"Thought you preferred to call me something else".

That unusual use of words didn’t go unheard from you, as you stared deep into the boy’s orbits.

"Careful there, Sallow, you sound almost-"

"Almost what?" The brunette challenged you.

You felt your blood boil as a voice raised from the students around"get a room!" Someone yelled out.

"Shut it!" You both replied, parting ways, boiling inside, holding hands with pride.

"She’s so stubborn!" Sebastian huffed.

"Mh what a news" Omins mumbled.

"It’s just, do you even think she’s good in divination?"

Ominis did seem startled by the question, but he answered nonetheless.

"I mean, is there a thing y/n is not good at?"

Sebastian couldn’t answer as he sighed flustered.

"He’s a nightmare Anne!" Y/n complained pacing back and forward into their room.

The twin of her best friend, who was at the moment an annoying prick, was resting on her bed, trying to take care of a strange purple plant.

The Sallow girl hummed, listening to her friend rumble.

"He practically attacked me! Saying I’m incompetent? After everything I did?"

"You know he doesn’t think that about you" Anne scolded.

"But he said it! The way he was looking at me Anne, I felt like jinxing him on the spot!"

The twin left a chuckle, "you know he’s protective of you y/n".

Y/n fell into the bed, her hands tight knots as she sighed flustered, "the way that boy riles me up!"

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moonlight-prose · 1 year ago

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✧ THE FOUNTAIN OF YOU ✧

a/n: i am not responsible for how filthy this fic. it just kept getting dirtier the longer i typed and now it's just porn very little plot. this is my first ever phoenix fic! i've had one in my wips for months now, but never actually felt great enough to complete it. so now that this is out and posted, i might actually go back and look at the old wip. for now i hope y'all enjoy!

day fourteen - nipple play + scissoring | kinktober 2023

summary: "somehow in the midst of chaos in the middle of that bar, you found her. the missing puzzle piece of your half empty heart."

word count: 2.2k+

pairing: natasha 'phoenix' trace x f!reader

warnings: EXPLICIT SO MINORS DNI, nipple play, scissoring, cumplay sort of, cum eating, fingering, dirty talk, fluff, dom!phoenix.

“Tell me what you like and I’ll do it to you.”

Words spoken against your ear in the midst of chaos. You came to the bar in the hopes of having a drink to dispel the day of all its stress. A small moment to yourself before you went home to an empty apartment and an even emptier bedroom. The interaction hadn’t started out as anything at first. You ran into her—literally—as you were trying to squeeze through the crowd to find a seat. And she led you to a stool before depositing a beer in front of you with a wink.

That was that. You watched her walk away to join a group of people wearing the exact same uniform as her.

Until it was her turn to find something to drink, and she found herself leaning against the bar, talking to you. The hand nearest to your body found itself curled around your hip to keep you close as someone shoved behind you. Her face tilted close in order for you to hear her better over the noise.

And that’s when she said it. The words that practically burned a hole in your lungs, leaving you gasping for air.

Not a minute passed before you were dragging her in by the collar and pressing a quick kiss to her lips. All in the hopes that you weren’t reading this situation wrong. She had smiled, cupped the nape of your neck, and tugged you back in. Her tongue sliding along your bottom lip with enough eagerness to have your body melting against hers. Your soft moan being swallowed and traded in for a happy hum.

Twenty minutes later you found yourself in the passenger seat of her car, a hand between your thighs—shoving up the skirt you wore for work.

“Fuck you’re wet,” she murmured, fingers sliding between your folds and gathering the sticky wetness that practically drenched the seat of her car. A grin formed on her lips, eyes darkening by the second.

“F-Fuck—”

“You like that baby?” She sunk a finger into you, pulling a soft moan from your lips, your body shifting to give her better access.

Nodding, you did what you could to make the angle easier for her, aching to feel another finger slip into you. But Phoenix was a master at patience. You had yet to find that out, only grasping at what she’d told you in the bar. Small pieces of her life and the job she led when she wasn’t taking the time to enjoy her life. Although from what you gathered she could barely enjoy it, only given a certain amount of time before she was called back again.

She curled another finger into you, a smile blooming on her face when you keened, head falling back into the seat and eyes fluttering shut. The top of your shirt was unbuttoned, bra pushed away, and as she rolled to a stop in the middle of a desolate street, she leaned over. Taking your nipple into her mouth and swirling her tongue around it. The squelch of her fingers pumping into you echoed in the small space of her car, but that only made everything build so much more.

You could feel the sensation you normally had to fight for. The sparks that ran down your spine, curling low in your stomach, and suddenly you found yourself right there. On the edge of cumming all over her hand.

Grasping onto her neck, you kept her mouth to your breast, a high whine ripping from your throat. Your hips bucked into her hand, clit catching on the edge of her palm. It was too much. Nearly overwhelming you as she continued to work you over the edge, rising quickly to capture your mouth in a debauched kiss as you broke. It rolled through you like a fucking tidal wave. Nearly sending you crashing into her body. A cry bounced off the car’s interior, body trembling when she continued to stimulate you.

Yet her kiss was different. Soft and inviting. As if she was placing a promise there on your smeared lipstick—something that told you she wasn’t done with you yet.

“We’re almost there,” she breathed against your lips, sliding her fingers out of you and pulling out a soft whine. “You wanna be a good girl for me and just sit here looking pretty?”

You nodded, eyes wide and lips parted as she placed her fingers in her mouth, moaning at the taste. The cool air felt strange against your exposed cunt; eliciting a feeling you’d never experienced before. You liked this. Being bare for her to see, but also whoever might catch a quick view in a passing car. It made you feel wanted, as if you were finally desired in a way no one had made you feel before.

Phoenix caught the sheepish look on your face, eyes glimmering with desire. The grin spread across her face again, eyes tracing down the curve of your breasts as they hung against your body. The shiny slick that was smeared on the inside of your thigh—continuing to leak steadily on the seat of her car.

“Look at you sweetie.” She pressed a hand to your thigh, nail tracing the skin softly until you shivered. “Do you like being exposed for me?”

Your gaze snapped to her, heat spreading beneath the skin of your cheeks. “I— Yeah.”

She rounded a corner into a small street of houses. Well in all honesty they could barely be construed as houses. They were more cottages than anything else. But you could recognize the blue car from the bar parked across the street where she stopped—her place resembling each one.

Although on a closer inspection you realized her home stood out just a bit more. The flowers in the front were a beautiful array of pinks and reds. Comfortable chairs were set out on the porch, each one with a pillow—a table in between that seemed to be used for morning coffees. Her home looked warm. Soft in all the ways she was, yet still holding onto that aspect of safety she exuded the second you ran into her.

“C’mon,” she said softly, tapping your thigh and drawing up the top of your shirt. “I’ll make you a coffee.”

“You don’t have to,” you replied, pulling down your skirt as you got out, keeping yourself covered as she led you up the front walkway.

She shrugged, opening the door with ease and discarding her jacket on a hook. “I want to.”

So you found yourself curled on her couch, a cup of coffee in your hands, and a soft song playing in the background. You spoke to her about your life. Your job and how it was slowly starting to grate on your nerves. The dreams you wished you had pursued instead of a boring cubicle that kept you hidden from the world. And she returned in kind. Telling you about what being a pilot for the Navy was actually like. Especially when it came down to being a woman in the Navy.

The clock ticked on the mantle, several hours passing, yet you found that time moved far too quickly around her. You wanted to stay here. To wake up and enjoy coffee on the porch, to see what the remainder of her house looked like. But what you were there for stared at you in the face—the want from earlier slowly seeping back into your veins.

“How’s the coffee?” she asked, already knowing that the drink had gone cold in favor of you staring at the way her top was unbuttoned. The curve of her breasts peeking out.

“Hm?” You jolted back to the present, mouth watering and eyes slightly dazed. “Oh. It’s delicious.”

“It’s cold.”

That all too delicious heat returned once more, spreading up your neck. “I was…um…”

She smiled, pulling the mug out of your hands and depositing it on the table—her other hand curling around your jaw. “You’re really cute. Anyone ever tell you that?”

Even if you wanted to answer, the words were stuck on your tongue as she moved closer. Her lips finding yours in the dimly lit room. Swallowing your soft whine with her tongue that slid deeply against yours. Her other hand gripped your hip, tugging you forward until you had no choice but to curl your leg around her. Finding yourself in her lap, her hands tugging at your top to get it off. You had come to the conclusion that she liked to toy with your nipples. Her teeth latched onto one again, laving her hot tongue along it until you were grinding against her.

“Oh f-fuck,” you choked, gripping onto the back of her neck. “Wanna taste you.”

She grinned against your skin. “You will baby. You will. I’ve got something in mind first though.”

Nodding before she could tell you what it was, you let her push you off the couch as her hands grasped for your skirt. The way she stripped you was slow. Soft touches and whispered compliments of how pretty you were. All of it mixing to make your head spin, your chest heaving with the breaths that left you quicker than you could take them in. She consumed you with her eyes, made you feel everything with her hands, and yet…you wanted more.

You wanted to sear tonight in your mind. Forever remembering the way she had taken you apart so delicately.

She led you to the floor, her clothes now discarded in the same pile as yours—her mouth devouring you in a kiss that made your body burn. Fingers slid down your hips, tracing the soft lines that stretched across your hips, and dipped her tongue along yours. Tasting the coffee off your tongue. Phoenix found she preferred the bitterness from your mouth over her mug—the flavor sensual and rich.

“Spread your legs for me baby,” she murmured against your jaw.

You listened to her without hesitation, allowing her to completely take the reins—putting your mind at ease for the first time all week. It felt euphoric to be this willing for her. To let her mold you however she wanted. There was something about her that pulled at your body—calling to you in a way it hadn’t before. Hovering over you, she watched with parted lips and red stained cheeks as she slid into position. Her cunt pressing over yours until her slick coated the top of your mound.

A depraved grunt echoed in her chest, nails digging into your thigh as she watched your face contort in pleasure. A gasp ripping from your chest when she moved. Her hips grinding over yours perfectly. You felt her clit, felt the way her cunt spread just right causing her slick to mix with yours.

“So pretty for me,” she whispered, cupping your breast and running a thumb over your nipple. She moved higher, cupping your chin in her soft palm, thumb now moving to press against your bottom lip—easing your mouth open. “Should I ride this perfect mouth next?”

Your eyes nearly rolled back. “Please.”

“I’ll cum in your mouth next baby.” It was a promise. Not a question. You knew that the second the words hit your ears and it made another wave of heat rush over your body.

“N-Natasha—” You shuddered when she dragged along your cunt, her hand curving around your hip to hold you in place.

A moan left her lips, forehead scrunched and eyes focused on the way you practically leaked for her—coating her inner thighs. “Gonna cum over this pussy first though.”

“Oh fuck,” you gasped, fingers clawing at the carpet beneath you.

“You want that sweetie?”

You nodded, gaze snapping back to her as she leaned down, her lips wrapping around your nipple. She rode you even harder, her hips colliding with yours and suddenly you found you could hardly breathe. The burning thrill of pleasure now overtaking your entire body. When her teeth latched onto your nipple, breath hot against your skin, you felt everything fall into place. The feelings she had wrought from you now laid bare along the rug. Just as you were.

They told you that this was more. That you would wake up to see her again.

Her voice moaning your name against your body undid your very being. The last drag of her clit against yours ripped free a broken shout as you fell over the edge. It was powerful. Nearly sending you into a state of dizziness, but you let it consume you completely—drowning you in the scent of her perfume, the feel of her body against yours.

She followed soon after, keeping her promise. Cumming with a shout, she pressed her lips to yours, her his jerking over you until it became too much. But you felt the wetness against your cunt. The way it trailed down your ass and into the carpet. No doubt staining the color.

“Where the fuck have you been all this time?” she breathed against your lips, a smile being pressed into her small kiss.

You felt a flutter go through your chest, as she moved, pulling you into her lap until your knees were pressed to the floor. “Waiting for you I guess.”

“No more waiting,” she replied, hands sliding down to your ass and lips dragging along your jaw. “Stay.”

You could picture it in your mind. Sitting on that porch with her, drinking coffee in the mornings. Conversations that turned into flirting that turned into so much more. Somehow in the midst of chaos in the middle of that bar, you found her. The missing puzzle piece of your half empty heart.

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Tied for life (Damsel Chapter 2)

Read part 1 here:

Neteyam x Ash navi fem reader (all aged up)

Warnings: heavy smut, cursing, p in v, oral, squirting, soft-dom neteyam, creampie, breeding kink!, Slight Angst at the end.

Previously, in the last chapter:

“I-I need you. I need this.” You whined, grabbing his bulge, massaging it in your dainty hands. He grunted, watching you slide your hand into his loincloth to feel him. He let out a series of low curses, squeezing his eyes shut. Although Neteyam was a man of great restraint, it was slipping away from him quickly.

And this was the moment he had realized, he’d gotten himself into a tricky situation.”

“Ok, ok. J-Just give me a minute to think.” Neteyam stuttered, watching you rip his loincloth in half. His cock sprung up, hitting his lower abdomen with a harsh smack, a line of precum connecting.

Silence filled the forest in a staring match between you and him. You licked your lips, ready to devour the meal infront of you. Neteyam gulped loudly. Chest heaving heavily as he watched your demeanor change from an innocent, helpless young lady, to a hungry woman in heat, willing to do anything to get her fix.

“Y/n.” He spoke in a questioning tone. His eyes wide, filled with fear. He knew that he could restrain you if necessary, that wasn’t his issue. He was more so afraid that he wouldn’t, that he’d let you pounce on him until your heat was over. That he’d let you fuck him until you milked him of everything. After all, you were stunning, and oh so irresistible in this state specifically.

“I-I can’t help it. I need you…to fuck me. Now.” You spoke calmly, with a hint of aggression. You sat up on your knees, eyeing him up and down as you caressed his chest. Moving around to his strong biceps, all the way down to his hands. You placed them on your breasts, finally trailing your eye contact back to his.

“I-I…NO.” He stuttered, growling the last word before detaching his hands from your swollen breasts. He shook his head, snapping out of his trance.

“I am taking you to my grandmother! Let’s go.” He commanded, standing to his full height in-front of you. He went to grab your arms and pull you up, but you refused with a struggle match.

“G-Get ugh- UP woman!” Neteyam grunted. “NO!” You yelled, using all of the strength you could muster to push him down on his back. He fell with a loud thud, immediately sitting up on his elbows. Eyeing you in shock.

You took the opportunity to crawl over to him, straddling his lap before he could even fight back. You attacked his neck, sucking hard enough to leave hickeys. You’re slick flowing down to his throbbing cock. Your addictive scent. There was nothing much he could do.

“Y/n, i-i know you’re hurting. B-But don’t make me do this. I-it won’t end well.” He spoke breathily, eyes fluttering shut ever so often as he basked in the pleasure.

“Tell me how it ends, Neteyam.” You spoke breathily between kisses along his neck and chin. You tried to use your body weight to push him back, but his hand was firm on the ground, while the other arm was wrapped tightly around your torso.

“I-I already told you. I’m going to get you pregnant. Y-You don’t want that.” He shook his head, trying hard to keep his composure. You ignored him, grinding your hips on his lap to create friction.

“Sounds good.” You moaned, lifting up alittle until his tip probed at your entrance. And without warning, you slid down onto him quickly. Neteyams eyes widened, pupils blown, and ears tucked to the sides of his head.

“Shit!” He grunted, holding your waist tighter than before. You threw your head on his shoulder in satisfaction, finally finding that full sensation you had been searching for.

You started to bounce on him lightly, just enough to get the correct rhythm first. You held onto his neck, squeezing the life out of him as you whimpered in his ear.

At this moment, he knew there was no turning back. It felt too good for you and him. There was no way he could resist you now. He used the grip he had on your waist to bounce you himself, making the pace quicken.

“J-Just tell me what you want. I’ll help you through it ok?” He moaned, nuzzling his head into your soft curly hair. You were a complete mess, chasing your orgasm off the strength of him.

“Lay back, p-please?” You whined, pushing on his chest. He quickly obliged, his back becoming flush with the mossy ground. You started to grind into him, head tilted all the way back as you moaned his name.

He held onto your hips, matching your movements. You snapped your head back down at him, you both making eye contact with eachother.

“It’s so hot, neteyam.” You whined, trailing your hands up your stomach, and all the way to your top.

“Mhm.” He grunted, bottom lip between his teeth as he bucked his hips into yours. His eyes trailed down to the source, watching your sticky pelvises slap together with every firm thrust.

Without warning, you ripped your top in half, throwing it to the side. Your plump breasts were swollen, and your nipples were puffy. Bouncing with every thrust Neteyam sent your way.

“Fuuuck, you’re so pretty. Gonna make me give it all to you.” He grunted, throwing his head back as his face balled in pleasure. You placed your hands firmly on his chest, using him as the perfect leverage.

“Mmm, give it all to me. F-Fuck me like you mean it.” You moaned, voice rippling from his steady rhythm.

“Oh, I mean it…come here.” He growled, pulling you down to him by your neck. You went in to kiss him, but he wouldn’t return. He wanted to keep the tension lingering a little longer. Both of your hot breaths fanning each others nose from the unbearable closeness.

He looked into your glossy eyes, and sped up his pace inside of you. His thick, veiny cock thrusting into you firmly made your head spin in pleasure. Your jaw fell slack, audible whimpers falling out of your mouth.

“Mmm, I’ve got a feeling you’re gonna make a fucking mess in a few. Am I right?” He grunted, bouncing you harder on his lap. Your words were still caught in your throat, so you sent him a lazy nod. He bit his lip, eyeing your pleasure filled face. He couldn’t help it any longer. Pulling your neck closer to engage in a passionate kiss as he bucked into you deeply.

His lips were soft against yours. You couldn’t think of any better way to muffle your cries. And finally, you felt your muscles tense, your heart rate speeding up tremendously. You focused on how his strong arms wrapped around your tiny frame, his low satisfied grunts, his throbbing cock giving you the pleasure you had been dying for.You pulled away from this kiss, sitting up on him with your hands placed firmly on his chest.

“Neteyam, I-Im cumming, im cumming!” You moaned, bouncing on his lap hard. He nodded in satisfaction, sending a hard smack to your ass.

“I can feel it. Keep squeezing me like that. Don’t fucking stop!” He spoke breathily, placing his hands on your hips to guide you. “Ohhh fuck!” You screamed, head falling back towards the sky in pleasure as you released on him. Your slick flowing down the sides of his hips like a waterfall.

“Goddamn, y/n.” He grunted, your cunt leaking it’s essence all over his cock with every slow thrust, coaxing the loudest squelching noises out of you. For a moment, he almost lost himself in the pleasure. His eyes started to roll back, his mouth slightly agape as he bounced you harder onto him. He felt his body starting to succumb to his animalistic instincts to breed you.

“F-Fuck, I-I can’t- I can’t!” He moaned, twitching underneath you. However, that’s exactly what you wanted, what you needed. You wanted to feel his warm seed find sanctuary in your empty womb, hoping that it would lead to you barefoot and pregnant with his child. Maybe it was your heat talking but there was nothing more that you wanted but him.

“Breed me please. Make me yours.” You moaned breathily, rocking back and forth on him. He couldn’t take it: such a gorgeous girl, fucking the daylights out of him as she begged to be filled with his seed. It was all too much.

“N-No, p-please don’t talk like that! I-I can’t-“ he whimpered, lifting you off of him in one swift motion, pushing you to the side as gently as possible.

“Fuuuuck.” He moaned, bucking his hips into his hand. His muscles were tensed, his eyes shut tightly, and his face screwed in pleasure. You watched him, wanting more, needing more. You couldn’t help it. A wave of dangerous desire washed over you. You crawled over to him, ripping his hand away from his throbbing cock and quickly replacing it with your mouth. His eyes shot opened, peering down at the source.

“Mmm j-just like that.” He grunted, holding your damp hair into a ponytail. You engulfed his entire length, swirling your tongue around his shaft as you bobbed your head quickly. He felt your throat contracting around his sensitive tip, and started to buck his hips wildly.

“I’m gonna cum…g-gonna cum.” He nodded, voice laced with exhaustion as his eyes crossed. And in an instant, his seed filled your cheeks. You slide off of him slowly with a satisfied hum, swallowing his seed like water on a hot summer day.

He watched you in complete shock, knowing what was to come. Your eyes were glowing brighter, as if the urge for him was stronger, almost like a soul tie. You couldn’t get enough of him.

“How are you feeling now?” He asked hesitantly, scanning your wet body. He lazily stood to his feet in-front of you. His cock still undeniably hard as it laid against his belly.

“I-I need more.” You pouted, caressing his strong thighs. He sighed, caressing the back of your head. “You’re going to be the death of me, little one. You know that?” He asked with a slight chuckle.

“I-Im sorry, Neteyam. But You’re addictive…like a drug. I need you, please. I-I can’t get enough of you.” You whimpered, running your hands up and down his flexed abs. He tucked his bottom lip in between his teeth as he watched you, your touch arousing him even more.

“It’s like that, huh?” He asked. “Oh yes. I need it. Now.” You both stared at each other for several seconds before he lifted you up, backing you into a nearby tree.

“Show me how you want it.” He commanded, chest heaving from excitement. You spun around in his embrace. You placed your hands on the bark firmly, backing your ass into his pelvis.

“Alright then, princess. Let’s end this, ok?” He asked, not even giving you enough time to answer before he shoved his cock deep into your sensitive cunt. You let out a high pitched whimper, leaning your forehead against the hard bark.

“I know, I know.” He muttered in your ear, before pecking your cheek. His arms were wrapped around your waist to hold you still as he began to thrust into you at a steady rhythm.

“Ohhhh my-“ you began, being consumed by the overwhelming pleasure. His hands trailed up your torso, all the way to your breasts, giving them a firm squeeze.

He let out a loud groan in satisfaction, speeding up the pace. Your moans became louder, your voice echoing through the quiet forest. His hand flew up to your mouth, muffling your loud cries of pleasure.

“No, no, no. You’ve gotta keep this pretty little voice down. As much as I like hearing you scream…” he started, sending you a hard thrust, piercing into your cervix. Your moan was muffled by his large hand.

“I can’t take any chances. Got it?” He mumbled in your ear, kissing the lobe as he kept a steady pace. You groaned in his hand as a response. You found his request ridiculous, considering your sensitive state, and the way that he was fucking you.

He slowly released your mouth, lines of your spit connecting you two. He slid his hand down to your neck, gripping it firmly. You bit your lip, trying your best to keep your voice down for him.

“Good girl, gooood fucking girl.” He muttered through a clenched jaw. Thrusting into you fast and deep. He watched as your ass smacked against his pelvis repeatedly, sending a hard smack to the plush skin.

“You’re g-gonna make me cum, I’m gonna fucking cum!” You cried, head finding comfort on the bark in exhaustion.

“Mmm, i know. Bend over alittle more. Open up for me.” He commanded, pushing your back down. His hands found your hips, slamming into you with no mercy. He was deeper than ever now. His swollen tip massaging your sweetspot just right. You gripped the bark, knuckles turning white. Your other hand reaching around to grab his forearm.

“Neteyaaamm, keep fucking me just like that. I-I’m sooo so close.” You whined quietly, turning to look back at him. He was so focused, abs flexing with every thrust as he watched your plump ass ripple against his pelvis.

“Cum for me. sexy ass.” He moaned, sending your ass a hard smack once more. You felt your stomach muscles tensing, harder than last time. Your pretty little face was balled up in pleasure, as your mouth flew opened. Heavy pants fell from your lips as your legs started to tremble underneath you. The feeling was euphoric, unlike anything you’d ever felt before. You didn’t want it to end.

“Don’t pull out. I-I wanna have your babies.” You moaned deliriously, eyes rolling in pleasure as you held his forearm in your pit-bull lock.

“You don’t know what you’re saying. D-Don’t talk like that.” He grunted, making sure to focus on your backside, and less on your eyes. He knew he’d most likely fall in love if he faced you for too long. And that was something he was trying his best to avoid, but you weren’t making it easy for him at all. All he wanted to do was help you, nothing more….nothing less.

“I-I want you to fill me up. Like I’m your little cum slut. That’s all I wanna be for you, Neteyam.” You spoke sensually, voice shaky from your in coming orgasm.

He shook his head before snapping it to the sky, letting out a loud growl. He was trying to contain himself, but God…you were insatiable.

“I know you wanna cum deep inside of me. You want me to carry your child. I-I’ll do it for you, I’ll do it, Neteyam!” You moaned breathily, your orgasm just inches away from you.

“I-I don’t-I don’t.” He grunted, breathing heavily. He shook his head once more, trying to convince himself that he didn’t want that when in reality…that’s all he wanted right now. He wanted nothing more.

“Look at me.” You moaned, running your hand up his abs. He was too lost to be found now, he couldn’t resist you anymore. His eyes met yours and it felt like electricity was coursing through his entire body. He was stuck, couldn’t take his eyes off of you.

“I-Im cumming!” You whimpered, eyes filling with tears as your bottom lip quivered. As much as he tried to look away, he couldn’t. He didn’t want to, it felt too good.

“I-I- me too.” He moaned, a slight whine in his tone. “P-Please let me have it. Wanna be p-pregnant…by you only.” You cried, body trembling uncontrollably.

Neteyam was gone, his restraint was out the window. Everything he’d ever learned was null in void. He was yours to use for your personal pleasure. He’d do anything you asked him to in this state. And with a lazy nod, tears blurring his vision, he finally gave in to you.

“Yes, Princess.” He whimpered, thrusts becoming sloppy and erratic as your walls began to flutter around his cock. A single tear fell from his eye at the overwhelming pleasure. He’d never felt anything like it before.

For a moment, there was silence as you two stared into each-others eyes, both of your jaws slack. And just like that, you both came in unison. Your eyes rolled to the back of your head as you trembled in his arms. His thick seed spilled into your womb, filling it to the brim just how you wanted.

“Yes! Yes! Yes!” You cried, nodding at him in satisfaction. “My baby, carrying my babies. T-Thats what you wanted, right? We’re tied for life, now. You hear me?!” He moaned, pulling you up by your hair to leave soft kisses along your collar bone. Your eyes fluttered shut, resting your head on his chest before they opened again, revealing that familiar amber color again.

“Mhm!” You whimpered, nodding frantically as you came down from your high. He pulled out of you slowly, watching his access seed trickle down your trembling legs.

He spun you around, pinning you against the tree again. “You must come with me. At least for the time being.” He commanded. Your eyebrows ruffled in confusion.

“No, I must go home. My father is probably worried sick. He is olo’eyktan, and he’d send out a search party for me. If he found me with your clan, he’d think you kidnapped me. He’d kill you.” You confessed, staring up at him with a doe-eyed look.

“Shit! He’s the CLAN LEADER?!” He asked in complete shock. He ran his hands through his hair in frustration. “Im screwed! My father is going to murder me.” He confessed, fear written across his face.

“Neteyam, listen. I’ll go home. I’ll keep my mouth shut about this. It’s all my fault, not yours. I don’t want you to get in trouble with your father.” You spat, caressing his biceps in a loving manner.

“No way would I let you bare this alone. We both share this responsibility, and…I don’t know, I just feel like…this was meant to be.” He smiled, rubbing your empty belly. You sighed, placing your dainty hand on-top of his as you looked down at your stomach.

“We don’t even know if im pregnant. We could get lucky, Neteyam. And then we could go our separate ways.” You nodded, eyes fluttering up to his. His smile fell, a wave of sadness brushing over him. He knew that he would be in the most trouble if you were pregnant, but a part of him kind of wanted that. And even if you weren’t carrying hi child, he wanted to keep seeing you. But it seems as if he misread the situation, and it was clear that you only used him for your own personal gain. He took a step back from you, finally assessing the situation for what it was.

“Right…separate ways. I-I’ve gotta go.” He spoke, snatching his loincloth from the ground to wrap it around his hips. Your eyes widened, realizing what you had just done. In your head, you thought that he’d be happy about not seeing you again. After all, you were just a random girl that wandered on the wrong side of the forest. You were different from him, from a different clan. As much as you did like him, you couldn’t understand how the feelings could be reciprocated. Why would he want anything serious with you?

“N-Neteyam I didn’t mean it like that.” You spoke, your eyes becoming blurred by your own tears.

“No, it’s fine….J-Just meet me back here a month from today with an update. Same time. As much as you don’t want it….I would like to be involved in any way that I can. I’m not that kind of guy.” He commanded, not even being able to look you in the eyes as his were flooded with tears.

“One month, or I’ll hunt you down my damn self.” He growled, looking everywhere but at you. His demeanor becoming uninvited and cold. You nodded, obeying his wishes.

“I’ll see you…y/n.” He muttered, Turning on his heels before darting away into the darkness. Your heart shattered, the leftover pieces dropping into your stomach. You slid down the tree, crying hysterically. You ran your hands through your hair before looking into the sky.

What have you done?…

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Damn Those Dog Tags: Part 17 - Come a Little Bit Closer

📖 One of my friends who beta-read this for me pointed out there is a scene in here that is very similar to one in Ted Lasso (I've never seen it, though there are a lot of people in my life telling me I should now); so I'm just mentioning there might be a similarity.

There is also something in here that people have been waiting for. Albeit, it's probably not the one scene everyone wants, given recent events. But someone(s) gets karma'd 👀

❗️+18, strong language, godmother reader/original female character, mentions of an original child character, angst, mentions of shitty family dynamics, physical fights, Ruthless Dagger Squad, violence, verbal fights, and mentions of blood.

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“Are you a fucking idiot, Bradley?!”

You slapped Rooster hard on the back of his head, the thwack anything but satisfying.

“He is, indeed, a fucking idiot,” Nat quipped next to you. Bradley frowned at you, rubbing the back of his head. “I thought you would be happy I got to him!”

“You do not invert over another pilot on your team, catch them in a fucking corkscrew, and make them hit the fucking hard deck! Regardless if they are my ex or an asshole!”

It was hopeless to think you could ever stop swearing in Penny’s bar, not when Bradley was still pulling stupid shit like that. Therapy was a big step, but you knew deep down it would take a little more than a few sessions to make him less impulsive.

Maybe even more so from behind the joystick of his jet.

Rooster threw his hands up defensively. "I was just trying to teach him a lesson. You know what he did to you!"

You shot him a look.

Bob rolled his eyes and leaned against the bar, crossing his arms. "And what exactly did you accomplish, Rooster? Besides nearly killing yourself and him?"

Bradley gave him a death glare.

“I don’t care why you did it!” You snapped, tapping the end of the bottle opener hard on the top of the bar as you made your point. “You put yourself and a teammate in danger! You’re lucky Maverick stepped in before you got kicked out!”

You spun the tool in your hand while rolling your eyes, quickly popping the caps off the row of beer bottles lined up in front of you in frustration. Placing one in front of Nat, you handed Bob’s to him with a stern look.

“One, Robert,” You said, holding up your finger. “One, and then I am cutting you off.”

He grabbed the neck of the bottle, nodding and throwing his hand back in what seemed to be a 'yeah, I get it' kind of way. You held back on Roosters, holding it out of his reach, engaging him in a staring contest.

"Promise me."

"Liz."

You shook your head.

"This is not something I'm being funny about, Bradley. Promise me you will not pull that shit again."

"You're being unfair; it was just a dogfight."

You raised your eyebrow, purposely glancing over at the barbell for a split second. "I'll ring the bell on you."

Bradley cocked his eyebrow at you. The bell was something he prided on, never happening to him before. "I'll tell your manager you've been providing bad customer service."

You shrugged. "Go ahead."

Penny would legitimately not care. She'd do more damage to Bradley by chewing him out than you ever could.

"You should see the Yelp reviews when they mention me when I ring the bell on assholes. I don't care. Promise me you won't put yourself in danger anymore just to prove a fucking point."

Rooster made no effort to tear his eyes away from you.

"Bradley Bradshaw, do you promise me?!" you tried again. When he didn't reply for the second time, you raised your voice, "Lieutenant Bradshaw! Do you promise not to risk your fucking life over proving a point?!"

Bradley blinked.

"Yes, Ma'am."

You thumped the glass bottle to the top of the bar, sliding it towards him with a huff.

“Liz!” Jimmy called out. You turned in his direction with a smile, though you were anything but happy right now.

“The Jukebox is doing that thing again. Can you see what’s wrong?”

“Did you try hitting it?” you called back.

“Several times!”

You sighed. Walking to the other side of the bar, you stopped in front of Bradley, pointing your finger into his chest.

“You pull that shit again, therapy or not, I swear to god, Bradley..." You couldn't even formulate the rest of your sentence, throwing your hands up in frustration and letting out a garbled yell as you walked away.

You approached the Juxebox with a huff, grabbing the sides as you peered into the glass. The machine was turned on, but the needle hadn't touched the spinning disc.

Someone slung their arm over the top of the machine, startling you with an almost empty beer bottle in their hand.

"First, it was the keg, now it's the jukebox. What else is on your hit list, darlin'?"

You stiffened.

You hadn't seen Jake since that night. The minute you managed to get the courage to leave Rooster's Bronco, you cleared out your house of anything to do with him, his overnight bag sitting on your porch when you went to pick up Sadie.

It was gone when you came back home.

And It was suddenly like he hadn’t existed. You hadn’t found yourself going through what you assumed was the traditional aftermath of breaking up with someone. You hadn’t eaten a tub of ice cream, binged rom-coms or cried your eyes out except on the drive home.

And that had been it.

No calls. No texts. No apologies.

Without turning to face him, you remarked sarcastically, "Your over-inflated ego, but something tells me I'm going to need something bigger than a broken jukebox to take down."

Jake glanced at the machine, knocking it hard with the side of his boot.

You don't know what was worse, that the machine came to life or that it started up in the middle of the song, 'Come a Little Bit Closer' by Jay and the Americans, started up in the most ironic part.

Come a little bit closer. You're my kind of man, so big and so strong.

The quip fell easy from your lips. “Oh, what do you know, a knight in shining armour, solving all my problems.”

You don't know what you were trying to achieve by being like this. You just wanted him gone. But Jake didn't leave. Instead, he smiled at you. "You always have a way with words, don't you?"

You rolled your eyes. Snatching the bottle from his grip, you turned on your heel.

"What are you doing here, Jake?" you called out, knowing he would follow you.

"I just want to talk."

"I have nothing to say to you."

He quicked his pace, jogging up and interrupting your path. You stopped, gritting your teeth and twisting your hand away from him in frustration.

"Liz, please."

You huffed. You finally met his eyes, your gaze hard. “What is there to say, Jake? What could you say to me other than I was another bartender on your list? I just wish you had the common decency not to involve my niece in this, you asshole.”

He opened his mouth to reply but was interrupted by a shout across the bar.

"Jake!"

George had called out to his brother, surrounded by a group of women. When Jake turned at the mention of his name, George was already waving him over.

You couldn't blame the women shooting him flirty glances, eyeing him up and down like a piece of meat. You just wished the pang in your chest didn't hurt as much as it did.

"Go ahead," you offered with a tense smile. "You made your intentions known. You are free to do whatever the hell you want now."

Jake faced you, his expression faltering as the edges of his mouth twitched, failing miserably to hold on to some semblance of confidence.

"You don't think I know that?" he remarked. "I think about it all the time."

“You should've thought of a lot of things before, Jake," you sighed, stepping backwards and away from him. "Don’t start on my account now.”

---

Why George had decided to stick around, Jake had no idea why. Maybe it was insurance that the damage he had done was permanent.

Jake just wanted him to get the hell out of dodge.

He wasn’t even paying attention to the conversation he’d been roped into when you walked away from him. He had no other choice but to walk over and let George introduce him to the two ladies he had been flirty with.

Jake knew what George was doing. He was trying to entice him back into his old ways. It was clear as day to anyone George would be going home with this woman tonight.

The other one, he thought her name was Bree or something along those lines, was trying to engage him in a conversation, batter her eyes or flirt. But he hadn’t so much as blinked, too caught up in how you shot him down and walked away from him.

It wasn’t until George opened his mouth to answer a question that Jake snapped out of his trance and caught the last end of his sentence.

“I guess having played football in high school makes it easier. My throwing hand is awesome when playing darts, though.”

That pipped his interest.

"Since when have you played darts?" he finally spoke up.

"Since we hired a few new ranch hands,” George shrugged. “All they want to do is drink, sleep, and play darts. It's great for introducing yourself to other ranch owners. I practically win them over each time," he remarked, trying to throw in a bit of modesty.

The gears started to grind in Jake's head. And slowly but surely, the cocky-ass Mona Lisa smile came back.

He nodded towards the dartboard. "Wanna play a game?"

George raised his eyebrow, taking a swing of his beer, "Want something else to lose your dignity to?"

Jake's grin didn't lessen. In fact, there was a certain glint in his eyes when he replied, "Something like that."

---

A crowd had gathered around the dart board while they had been playing. Practically, the whole bar was suddenly invested in this little game.

And you, leaning up against a pillar next to Bob, who had ushered you away from your post for a few seconds to watch the end of the game. Your arms were crossed, and you had a slight frown, watching him with sad eyes.

It was clear you wanted to be back behind the bar, not standing here, watching the person responsible for your broken heart play a fucking game of darts.

It wasn't even really a game. Jake could land a bullseye with his eyes literally closed. The regulars knew it, too. So, why was he purposely throwing darts with his non-dominant hand? You had no idea.

From what you could tell from when you were behind the bar, he still played well enough. They went for the long haul, starting at 501 points and slowly working their way down. Coyote and Rooster had decided to keep track, using the chalkboard on the side. George had led throughout the game and was still leading, but Jake was always close by enough to make it interesting.

Then George landed enough points that if Jake didn't get exactly what he needed to on his turn, George would win the game with his next. You didn't know why Bob pulled you over here; maybe it was to see Jake lose. Or to see George fail.

You have yet to determine which would be the better option at this point. And yet, you still couldn't bring yourself to step away.

You leaned over to Bob to ask, "What does he need to win?"

Bob sighed. "Two triples in the 20 slot and a bullseye. The bullseye needs to be last."

"What are the stakes?" you frowned.

Bob only shook his head next to you. "Nothing, from what I know."

George spun from his position, smiling at everyone cheering for him. He came to stand next to Jake, patting him hard on the back a few times.

"I don't know if you were trying to prove something, brother," he laughed, "But good game. We should do this again sometime."

Jake did the one thing he wanted to do his whole life.

He laughed at his brother.

"George, I never understood why you've had this grudge against me for my entire life," he said, stepping out of George’s grip on his shoulder.

Jake twirled the dart between two of his fingers, shaking his head. With a little sleight of hand, you watched as he switched his grip, the dart now in his dominant hand. You stood from leaning against the pillar and uncrossed your arms.

"You had it all. Dad's approval, the football career. All the girls flocking to your side in high school. You’ve spent your entire life under his thumb, chasing approval.”

He cut his eyes to you, seeing the frown on your face, and knew he had to continue. Stepping up to the mark, he squared his shoulders, eyeing the board.

“Trust me when I say this - you might've been the chosen one in Dad's eyes, but out here, in the real world? That doesn't mean shit."

Jake threw his first dart, the spike landing within the safety of the triple twenty. Everyone watching caught their breath in surprise.

Jake's smirk grew bolder, the fiery confidence he was known for blazing in his eyes as he looked back at his brother. "Do you want to know what I would have said to you the day you were talking shit about Liz and Sadie?"

A quiet gasp escaped your lips.

George's mouth twitched.

“I agreed with you for one thing and one thing only. I know I won’t be welcomed back,” he stated. “I couldn’t give a damn if I am.”

Something burned deep inside Jake’s chest as he pushed on, needing George to hear what he was saying desperately.

" Sadie? She sees right through your bullshit. But she will not hesitate to stand up for someone if she thinks they are being mistreated. She’s so mature for her age, and I am damn proud to be her uncle.”

He knew he shouldn’t have called himself that but was too caught up to care.

“And Liz? The world throws so much bullshit at her, and she still chooses to be kind, even when she still buries her grief, because she doesn’t want her niece to see her cry.”

Jake shook his head, a sad smile on his face. “I found people who, despite knowing my flaws, chose to stand by me. Not hold them against me.”

Jake threw the second dart, hitting the board next to his previous dart within the rim.

"I remember all the nights you came home, mirroring Dad's words, telling me how worthless I was.” He chuckled to himself, shaking his head. “Now I just realize you were literally copying everything he had to say to you from that day. Making yourself feel better.”

He'd never admit Rooster forcing the both of them in a Corkscrew is what made him realize it. He had been regurgitating every diminishing word and sentence his father had screamed at him growing up back at Rooster's face, hoping it would make him feel better.

He picked at the tail end of his dart, the weight of it familiar and comforting, before glancing at George's face.

"You ever heard of Roosevelt?" he asked nonchalantly. George eyed him carefully, "What does a dead president have to do with a game of darts?'

Jake had a conceited grin on his lips. "Well, he had this quote, and I'm probably butchering this, but he said critics don't count. Or the person who points out how we stumble or how someone could have done something better."

Jake twisted from his mark on the ground, standing square in front of George as he continued to explain his point.

"Because the credit belongs to the man who is actually in the arena, whose face is marred by dust and sweat and blood; who strives valiantly... and who at the worst, if he fails, at least fails while daring greatly."

Jake's voice was steady, but his eyes bore into George's with a fire. "All my life, George, I've been in that arena. I've stumbled and failed, but I didn't listen to someone from the sidelines telling me how to live my life."

Jake lifted his hand, never taking his eyes once off George.

"It's time I remembered that," he said, thinking about Sadie. "You shouldn't have to either."

He flicked his wrist forward, letting his dart fly.

Bullseye.

He heard the thump of the dart hitting the board, and cheers erupted throughout the Hard Deck. Jake had thrown a dart enough times to know whether or not it had hit its mark; he didn't need to look. Even Rooster was laughing at the utter shock and disbelief across George's face.

"I'm living my life, George," he said, patting him on his shoulder, leaving his hand there. "It's about time you did the same."

For once in his life, Jake had managed to stand up to his brother. But the moment wasn't as satisfactory as he might have imagined - He found himself thinking it didn't matter.

Because as he stepped away from George to look back to where you had been, he realized you hadn't been there to see it.

---

Your shift came and went in a blur after Jake and George’s dart game. The squad still hung back well past closing hours, watching and even helping as you closed up the bar, except Rooster, who was messing around on the piano.

Jake was still here. And George.

They had been out on the patio for over an hour now, simply talking. You tried not to pay them much mind as you tried to get through your remaining tasks quickly, but you couldn’t help but look out the back windows occasionally, unable to take your eyes off the Seresin brothers for long.

George approached Jake soon after he escaped the crowds. There had been no fights, no punches thrown or someone storming out. In fact, every time you looked up, the two seemed to be inching closer to each other.

Damn him and that cocky grin. Why'd he have to be so... Jake?

You didn’t want to be a spectator to Jake’s theatrics during that display during their dart game. Leaving before he threw that last dart, you were now questioning yourself… if you walked away to shield yourself or to punish him.

While he stood up for himself against George, in the back of your mind, there was an insistent voice whispering that maybe, just maybe, that display was also for you too.

Some of you ached at the idea of him seeking validation and needing to prove himself. And that's what hurt the most: that deep down, under layers of stubbornness and hurt, you still cared for him.

If it was, you weren’t ready. Not for this. Not for answers or explanations. You deserved more than whatever that was.

But you still heard him. Heard everything he said to George.

You really didn’t know what to make of it.

The sound of the front door slamming up against the wall, rattling some of the portrait frames, startled you from your thoughts. There was a momentary thought of remembering you really needed to lock the front door when you were closing, but it was washed away just as quickly as it came.

You couldn’t take your eyes off Tyler’s body as he charged forward, finger pointed towards you with a seething glare. “You fucking bitch!”

You stepped backwards, the sharp edge of the sink hitting your spine hard. A few glasses jolted from the force of it, sliding off the ledge and shattering to the ground. Rooster’s playing stopped immediately, and the piano bench toppled to the ground.

Was it anger? Shock? Disbelief the past few weeks of not seeing him coursing through your veins responsible for your reaction? You knew Tyler was dangerous, but deep down, you hated how easily you cowered at his appearance.

Tyler didn't get very far in his effort to get to you. Bradley came out of nowhere, something out of a comic, with his fist flying, punching Tyler square in the jaw.

“That was for Sadie, you bastard!”

Unfortunately for Bradley, Tyler only keeled over briefly before taking a swing. Rooster had not been prepared for him to retaliate, thinking his punch would have been enough to put the asshole on the ground.

Tyler had taken more punches and hits to the face as a football player than the average person would in their life. While Jake had managed to get him on the ground when he tried to kidnap Sadie, and Rooster was fitter than the average person, it would take much more than Jake and Bradley combined to keep Tyler there.

The uppercut to Bradley’s jaw could be heard from miles away, and you could only stand there, watching helplessly, as Bradley crashed backwards into a wooden table, his name a cry on your lips as the pieces scattered.

Whether or not they heard your cry or the commotion, the rest of the Daggers swarmed the island bar as Tyler watched Bradley roll on the ground amongst the splinters in some twisted sense of pride.

Whether you could realize it at the time or not, that would be his biggest mistake.

Nat was the first one there, the first one to put herself between you and Tyler, readying herself in case he tried to leap over the bar to get to you. Javy, Fanboy and Payback had run from opposite sides of the room to surround Rooster and Tyler, Bradley finally rolling himself off the broken table on the ground and pulling himself up.

And Jake, almost breaking the sliding door as he bolted inside to get to you, George on his heels. Rooster was too happy to stand beside him as Jake placed himself before everyone else, this hand twitching in anticipation of a fight.

"This is the one who did all that?"

Jake side-eyed George as he came up from the back to flank him on his other side.

"What?" he remarked, puffing out his chest and not once taking his eyes off Tyler. "I'm not that much of an asshole to know that's not how we treat women. Or children. We should drag his ass back to Texas and show him some southern hospitality."

Nat cocked her head at Tyler, speaking up from her spot next to the bar. "You must be a complete idiot to walk back in here after what you did to them."

Tyler shrugged, a sickening smile on his face. "I've got nothing left to lose. Literally."

"What, Daddy cut you off and kicked you out?" Rooster asked, spitting out the blood pooling in his mouth.

With the presence of your friends, you managed to calm down a little bit. You were still scared, which would never change as long as you could see his face, but you could take in Tyler's state more clearly.

Dark circles under his eyes. Blonde hair, greasy. He was still wearing that same freaking white sweater, only it looked like it hadn't been washed in days.

Rooster was right. Tyler had been cut off, indeed.

Fanboy and Payback, having realized what was going on, went to either exit to stand guard. You weren't sure whether to keep people out or keep someone in. But Tyler hadn’t noticed. He was too preoccupied to remove his eyes from Jake.

You watched as Tyler glanced at everyone around the bar, obviously bothered by Rooster's remark but not addressing it. "Seeing a lot of protectors here. Must be that 'Navy bravado,' huh? All show, no substance. We've all seen how they fail when it matters most.”

Ironically, it was George who intervened first. “This isn’t your place, man. Walk away before you get hurt.”

Tyler flicked his eyes between Jake and George, a smirk playing on his lips, “This is interesting. Another misguided soul ready to join this little squad over here?”

George smiled at him, nodding at Tyler, cracking his knuckles, “Just somebody who doesn’t like your face.”

Your voice was hoarse, vocal cords feeling like they were being dragged over jagged rocks, when you asked, “What the hell are you doing here, Tyler?”

He didn’t even give you the courtesy of looking at you when he replied, “Respect! What else?

Jake scoffed with amusement, "By wearing that dirty sweater and showing up here drunk and messed up? You're doing a great job, really. I applaud you."

Tyler doubled back with that all-too-familiar smug smirk, " Alright, saw through that one, did you,” He chuckled before he teased. “I came to see how Sadie's holding up. It must be hard, having her favourite play-hero away. Unless you've moved up from being her 'uncle' to something more."

Jake's face immediately paled, his entire demeanour changing from cocky to pure rage in a fraction of a second. The atmosphere in the room grew dense with tension. "You say her name again, and I'll make sure it's the last word you ever speak."

Still grinning but with an undercurrent of faux uncertainty, Tyler raised his hands in mock surrender, "Just stating facts, Jake."

George, sensing the danger in his brother, whispered a warning, "Easy, Jake."

But Jake's voice came out as a dangerous whisper, all restraint seemingly gone, "You wanna dance? Let's fucking dance."

Jake charged, tackling Tyler to the ground as you stood there wide-eyed and in shock. Rooster and Coyote flanked the grappling pair while George kneeled, calling out to Jake all the spots Tyler was leaving himself open. The sound of flesh hitting flesh accompanied Jake’s punches, and you couldn't bring yourself to look away.

A startled cry escaped your lips as you felt someone put their hands on your cheeks, turning you away from the fight and wiping away your tears. Bob had somehow found his way into the bar with you and was currently forcing you to stare at his face.

“Nope, you don’t need to witness any of this.”

"How much trouble are they going to get into because of this?" you asked, scared out of your mind. Bar fights were a thing that could get you kicked out of the Navy.

Bob glanced over to the fight. Nat was walking towards the back door, her phone pressed to her ear, no doubt calling the police. As his eyes tracked back to Tyler, George and Javy had now joined the fight, the elder Seresin brother grabbing Tyler by the back of his neck and his belt, tossing him like a bale of hay onto the top of a nearby table as Rooster surprisingly helped Jake up from the floor.

The legs splintered under the force with a sickening crack. It wasn’t until you shuttered at the sound and let out a soft whimper between his hands he remembered you asked him a question.

"None," his voice was firm. "As far as anyone knows, he walked in here like that."

"Bob..." you whimpered. He stroked a piece of hair away from your face soothingly. "I'm not going to be the one that says he doesn't deserve what's coming to him. Tyler’s not walking out of here now. He literally signed his own death sentence."

Deep down, you knew that. Tyler against not one, but three navy pilots and Jake’s brother? There was no way he was walking away from that.

The sound of glass shattering caused you to jolt again.

"Penny's so going to fire me after this," you managed to say through tears. Bob gave you an affectionate smile. "No way, you're the best bartender she's had in years. You put up with so much shit, and Sadie would no doubt give her two cents. She seems to be doing that a lot lately."

"Bobby..." you huffed through a sob. "You've never heard you swear before."

He shrugged, wiping away one of your tears. "I guess there's a first time for everything."

Bob hadn't covered your ears. He was only keeping your eyes off the ongoing violence. So you could hear everything going on. There were no more crashes, glass breaking, or wood splitting in two. You could only hear the rhythmic sound of flesh hitting hard flesh.

The next cry out of Tyler's mouth made you stiffen.

"I'm sorry, Elizabeth!" he gave an almost whine as Bradley laid a punch to his stomach. "I'm sorry for all of it!"

Oh.

Fuck.

No.

Where you were once scared, pure anger builds in your stomach. You pull Bob’s hands away from your face, swatting away his feeble attempts to reach for you. You marched towards the exit doors of the bar, rounding the corner to get to the group.

Jake saw you approaching first with a sharp lift of his head, tapping George on the shoulder, who looked up at his brother before his eyes landed on you, catching on instantly. He grabbed Tyler by the back of his sweater, hoisting him up onto his knees before changing his grip to the middle of his back. Jake gritted his teeth as he tugged Tyler's head back with a vice grip on his hair.

You kneeled down in front of him, taking in his face.

Even bruised and bloody, Tyler looked nothing like the egotistical sociopath you knew him to be. Nothing like the villain that stalked you months before this or when he walked into the bar all those weeks ago.

This version of Tyler looked desperate, unhinged, but on the verge of a last straw. You couldn't say seeing that white hoodie stained red was unpleasurable. To say he had nothing left to lose was one thing, but seeing it across his battered face was another.

“You’re sorry?” you snarked. “You’re sorry you abused my sister? Are you sorry you killed her? Sorry, you tried to kidnap my niece?!”

You wanted to nail him across the face. You wanted to know the absolute pain and heartache and suffering he had put you through. He took Ridley from you. He hurt Sadie. He hurt you.

But then you took in the room, Jake and George kneeling behind him. Bradley and Javy standing by, ready to pounce the second he might try to escape. And the state of the bar, the damage sobering your thoughts.

No questions asked.

You noticed the ties of his sweater were out of place. Lifting your hand, you fixed one back into place, smoothing the string down before looking him dead in the eye.

"I could fucking care less."

Approaching sirens could be heard outside the bar, making everyone hold their punches. You stood, turning your back on the display to rejoin Bob, who had followed you out from the relative safety of the bar.

You wouldn't give Tyler the satisfaction. Ultimately, he was still a narcissist, wanting a reaction.

"Tie him up," you heard Jake command. Despite Bob urging you not to look once again, you couldn't help yourself. You needed to see this. To see Tyler caught and unable to do anything but accept his fate.

You needed to know you and Sadie were safe.

Coyote was handing George a sailor's rope he had torn off the wall, having pulled the twisted pieces apart. Jake pressed his knee down onto Tyler's back, pinning him to the floor as George quickly hog-tied his hands together, not that he'd be going anywhere. The group of men had done enough damage. Tyler wouldn't be getting up anytime soon.

Everything happened so quickly in the moments after. The police burst through the front door. George was holding up some sort of badge, and you were suddenly rushed out into the parking lot by Bob and Nat.

Penny was already there, greeting you outside with extreme worry in her eyes, sweeping you up into a hug the second she saw you. She was trying to console you, tell you Sadie was safe with Mav and that you would be alright. You didn’t realize you started shaking until she pulled back in concern to ask what had happened.

Your breath hitched as you shakily joked, “I promise I’m not purposely wrecking your bar. I don't know where these assholes come from."

Penny huffed out a laugh and a sad smile. Biting her lip, she reached out and stroked your hair at the side of your face as only a mother could. She tugged you into her hold, refusing to let you go.

You don't know how long you stood there until Nat tapped you on the shoulder. She pulled you into her side and looped her arm around Penny's, holding you upright as the front door of the Hard Deck opened. A pair of Police officers were dragging Tyler out, still hog-tied and a mess. George was behind them, following them while speaking to another officer.

When you watched the police car containing Tyler in the back seat roll off into the distance, and a tow truck rolled that stupid white piece of machinery away, you finally felt like you could breathe.

Tyler's frightening hold over both you and Sadie was over.

And yet, it wasn’t as much of a relief as it should have been.

---

You wanted to stay away from the Choas unfolding in and around the Hard Deck.

Taking the first chance you could, you escaped when nobody was looking, eventually finding yourself sitting in Penny's chair on the beach.

Less than a year ago, you were sitting in the chair, unaware of what was about to happen to you. You who were desperately trying to get through a book by reading the same page twice. Gawking at a pilot playing Dog fight football who you knew was off limits, trying to get by till the following Saturday night.

Then Ridley's ex came for you and Sadie. You had fallen in love with said pilot. Learned your sister was murdered. Your best friend hurt your feelings. You had gotten your heart broken by said pilot.

You didn't know what was worse, the fact you had seen and experienced all this trauma, or that Ridley's death and abscene were still triumphing over all that.

You jolted when someone placed a blanket around your shoulders.

George Seresin retracted his hands just as quickly as he placed the blanket around you, holding them up in surrender.

You didn't have anything to say to him, choosing to remain stoic as he lowered himself into the sand, sitting with his back in front of the armrest of your chair.

It was a full minute before he finally spoke.

"I need to apologize, Liz."

You scoffed, pulling the blanket tighter around your shoulders. "Apologize for the derogatory display of how you treat women? Or what you said to Jake to make him act the way he did?"

At least this time, George had the decency to look shameful.

"If his words at the dart game weren't any indication, I know you egged him on. He was trying to get you to back off, in his own twisted away.”

"I still need to apologize. For all of it," he sighed, rubbing his temples. "It wasn't my place to do that to the two of you."

"Yours is not the one I need right now," you spat, lifting your feet off the ground and curling into the depths of the chair.

Either one of you spoke for a few minutes after that. George seemed to ponder his thoughts, scanning the horizon but not finding anything. The waves were both loud and quiet, making the world smaller than it actually was.

You couldn't handle it.

"Do you realize the gravity of what you did, George?" you said heatedly, uncurling yourself from the chair and submerging your feet into the sand. "You weren't just egging him on. You were meddling in someone's relationship because your father asked you to."

"Yes, I know."

"Do you know how fucked up that is?"

"Jake doing that grand display with the darts painted a pretty clear picture in my head."

You rolled your eyes. "When was the last time you asked yourself if you were truly happy, George?"

George thought about it for a second before he replied, "When I became the livestock official back home."

"And let me guess, you made that decision all on your own, without any influence from your father?"

He looked down at the sand, grabbing a handful before watching it fall back to the ground. "Kind of. When I got the ranch, it wasn't by choice. But this felt like the first one I could make by myself."

"You just proved everything that Jake said, right."

You huffed, frustration evident. "How do you plan on making up to him?"

George took a deep breath, steadying himself. "By supporting Jake genuinely in whatever he chooses. And by ensuring our father doesn't come between you two again."

Your eyes searched his for any sign of deceit, but all you saw was raw honesty.

"Jake loves you. It's clear as day. Don't let this get between the two of you."

You spat out a laugh, a high-pitchy sound you hoped would tell him you saw right through his bullshit. "Right."

"Liz, he didn't agree with the BS I was spilling to agree with me. Don't hold it against him."

"But he went through with it," you countered. "Even if it was some twisted idea of dealing with all the bullshit you and the rest of your family throw at him save Janet, he still said those things. He still hurt me."

You threw yourself back into your chair instead. "I don't know anymore, George. I don't know what to think anymore."

George dropped his head to his chest, furrowing his brow. "You know, you didn't allow him to explain that day. Or today even."

That made you sit up. "Are you saying I should have?"

"I'm saying," he replied, "Whatever happened to giving someone a chance to know that people care? Even when other people think they don't deserve it?"

"That's different."

Maybe," he nodded. "But something is missing. I think that's only rooted in what other people think, not when they've done something to you."

George's words made your voice catch in your throat.

"Give him a chance to explain, Liz. Just listen to what he has to say. Then make your decision."

Suddenly you were wishing for the asshole from a week ago. Because, deep down, you knew he was right.

"George, I mean this in the nicest way possible. You have potential. Listen to what your brother told you. You can't have your father tell you what to do for the rest of your life."

He glanced down to the sand but tilted his head towards you so you knew he was still listening to what you had to say.

"Ridley and I... My sister... We went through the same thing with our father. And I was so young, I didn't know any better. But she got us out before any more damage could be done. You still can get out. You don't need him in your life."

"Is it wrong for me to want his approval?"

You bit your lip, surprised at his question. "No. He's your father. It's natural you'd want that. But you shouldn't have to change who you are. You shouldn't have to seek his approval when he hasn't been someone worthy of giving it."

George nodded, more to himself than to you, finally managing to mumble, "Jake is lucky to have you in his life. Sadie, too."

Even after everything that happened today, you still gave him a soft smile. "You're not that bad, George,” you said before adding, “When you want to be.”

He shook his head, the corners of his mouth turning upward slightly. "Don't let it get to my head. I might end up like Jake."

You reached over and patted his shoulder. "That wouldn't be a bad thing."

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George left you a little while ago when an officer sought him out to take a statement. The night air was nipping at your skin, even with the blanket around your shoulders, and yet, you didn’t know how you would sleep after this, the adrenaline spike still showing no signs of slowing down.

You didn’t know what to feel, the myriad of emotions thrown at you over the past week, month, and even year - any one of them would have sufficed. But you couldn’t bring yourself to figure it out. To live through any of them.

You just wanted to get through the rest of the day.

Dragging your feet through the sand, you made your way up the back steps of the Hard Deck’s back patio, shutting the door behind you. Shrugging the blanket off your shoulders, you gently placed it on the pool table, readying yourself to take in the true extent of the damage Tyler had wrought on the place.

The bar was dimly lit, save for the neon flashes of red and blue pulsing through the windows. There were splintered pieces of wood from the broken tables still littering the room, chairs overturned and scattered menus. With shards of glass and the thick smell of alcohol, you hated seeing the bar in such a state.

And in the middle of it all, Jake, sitting on a barstool with his head bowed and his hands resting on his knees. It was a stark image, seeing Jake’s knuckles bloody and bruised, his hair dishevelled. Looking less than himself. Utterly defeated.

It was a moment you weren’t supposed to see. A moment nobody was supposed to see.

And yet…

He didn’t hear your footsteps as you went behind the bar to grab a clean cloth, nor did he hear you take a metal bowl from under the sink and fill it with water. Or the ruckus as you fought with the first aid box.

It was only when you reached for one of his hands, having come to stand in front of him to run that cloth over his skin, that he jolted out of whatever stupor he had found himself in.

“Liz, I…”

You shook your head, shushing him. “Not now, Jake. Not tonight.”

He let you clean the blood from his hands. Let you dab at the split skin surrounding his knuckles. He was stiff as you worked, eyes tracking your every movement, from how you delicately held the bottom of his hand to watching you ring the cloth over the bowl. The water had already turned red by the second time you’d cleaned the fabric.

You reached for some antiseptic from the first aid kit, tilting the bottle forward as your finger held the cotton swab in place. Jake hissed when you placed the soaked cotton swab on his raw skin, his other hand shooting out quickly to grip your wrist tight.

His touch did feel like Sandpaper. But it wasn't as coarse, not as rough as you made yourself believe. You halted your fingers, the cotton swab falling to the floor at the shock of his touch.

“Sorry,” a quiet murmur on your lips. Jake eye’s darkened, a flicker of something passing through. He loosened his grip on your wrist but didn’t let go, letting his fingers slide loosely down to your wrist. You followed his touch, watching as careful fingers caressed the palm of your hand.

"You don't have to do this, Liz," he stated, his voice rough.

"Yes, I do," you replied softly, keeping your eyes fixated on his hand. "Someone has to. You certainly won’t."

"You're always caring for me."

You reached with your free hand for another cotton swab, but Jake stopped you, meeting your hand with his. He brought it down, and you let him pull you gently into the space between his legs.

"Do I deserve it?" He whispered, playing with your fingers. "Especially from you."

You swallowed hard. "That's up to you. But I can’t stand by and watch you be hurt."

You finally gathered the courage to look up at his face. It was a miracle Tyler didn’t do much damage other than a slight bruise along his forehead.

“Otherwise, you’ll go crazy,” he remarked, recalling when Sadie was in the hospital. "Even when I've hurt you."

"Jake..." his name a quiet plead on your lips.

He let his hands glide up your wrists to your forearms, the air between the two of you heated as he leaned forward, hooded gaze intent on your lips.

"If not tonight, when?" he whispered.

Your foreheads met, you more than him, allowing yourself to press your weight against his skin. The two of you came together like this, a series of almost kisses and burning moments that left the two of you wanting more.

Except that was when you thought you couldn't have him when everyone was screaming at you not to get involved with him.

You're not sure what it is now. Because the person who swore so long ago never to let Jake be in a position where he could break your heart was crawling out from the depths, insisting you push him away and run for the hills.

But Jake's breath, mixing with yours, lulled you into his gentle pull, hands tugging you into him as you felt him lightly graze your lips with his.

What would it be like to memorize the touch of his lips one last time?

Penny’s voice startled the two of you, making the both of you jolt back and away from each other.

"Come on, all this wait till tomorrow."

Whether she was referring to the mess in the bar or your relationship, you couldn't tell.

You cleaned up the first aid supplies as Jake switched holding an ice bag you gave him between his hands and face. Penny locked up the bar behind the pair of you once you finished, always standing between you and Jake.

He followed the both of you hesitantly into the parking lot, unsure what he could say or do.

At the last second, you turned. You looked up at him, really looked at him for the first time since you yelled at him that day in the Hard Deck, a quiet mummer and a sad smile on your lips as you said, "Thank you, Jake."

Then, with Penny guiding you with a hand around your shoulders, you left towards your car, keys in her hand.

He could only watch every step you took, watching as the distance between the pair of you grew, left wondering if there was still hope for him to make things up to you after all.

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duelacadatoolshed · 26 days ago

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it's a bitch convincing people to like you {Evan/Reader/HABIT}

Part 3/4 // NSFW

{ part 1 | part 2 | part 3 | part 4 }

Summary: In the wake of committing your first murder and high on adrenaline, HABIT tries a different approach to break you. The worst part is how hard you have to try to convince yourself that you aren't enjoying it just as much as he is.

Warnings: Violence, non-consent/reluctance/CNC, knife play, pain play, handcuffs, brief mention of necrophillia, HABIT typical behaviour & cruelty, fingering, no actual sex just the "foreplay".

A/N: if you have issues with NSFW emh content in 2024 when I am here and now reminding you that I am 100% writing about the fictionalised, adult characters, 1. maybe don't read this fic, and 2. go reconnect with nature. However, if you like this, let me know! Leave a like or a comment, or blend it up in a smoothie to give you a little extra boost for the day. If you hated it, as implied three sentences ago, touch grass, I refuse to pay rent if I live in your head just for you to be mad at. ALSO READ THE WARNINGS I BEG YOU.

The moment you register that the man is finally dead, you finally react to HABIT the way you'd been holding back from since you'd met him. Instinct kicks in and you spin around, burying the bloody blade in his shoulder, and he stumbles back, genuinely surprised. But delight blooms across his face while your head is spinning; you hadn't thought you'd even get this far. It's no surprise that he reacts quicker than you do, pulling out the knife and leveling it at you. Stumbling back, you see the maniacal look in his eyes as the fire is now consuming the house behind him. Stepping around your dead victim, you end up with your back to the cabinets.

"You fucking tricky little brat, I should leave you here for your fucking audacity!" But he's grinning, almost manic, before he slams you against the counter, one arm braced hard against your chest. In his other hand he held the bloody knife he'd just pulled from himself, ghosting the sharp tip of it along your jaw, "should keep you here and pick out your fucking brains to figure out where the fuck your nerve came from."

"I fucking wish you would," teeth bared, you try and shove forward against his arm, his weight pressing against you, but in this moment he's an immovable object. Your hands are braced on the counter; you could be attempting to fight back, but something stops you.

"God, I hate you," he hisses, eyes bright and intense as the two of you are nose to nose. You have absolutely no qualms about matching his energy. In the next moment, you've reached up, taking hold of his hand that rests the tip of the knife delicately beneath your chin. There's something almost wanting in his eyes now, something desperately excited.

"You're not special for that, HABIT," you sneered, giving a cruel little smile. You see the moment his intent changes, the second that switch is flipped to a twisted kind of desire, and your heartbeat is the only thing louder than the fire around you. The knife is gone in a flash, but you feel it at your back when he pulls you flush against him.

His mouth is on yours, all lips and teeth and tongue, and you have to pretend like you don't want him just to hurt him- like you don't just want him in this moment.

"The fuck is your problem?" You demand breathlessly, HABIT chuckles softly, biting at your bottom lip. You try to snarl another insult, but the minute you're leaning in to spit it at him, he kisses you again. Your body betrays you, instinct overriding you as you thigh pressed against his, sliding against his jeans, and he's suddenly grasping your thigh, hitching it up over his hip, a process her repeats until your legs are wrapped around him and he's pressed flush against you, warm, and secure, and hard.

"You fucking freak," you put a token effort in to struggle against him, only to feel how intensely hard he was through his jeans. He calls you a hypocrite, leaving hickeys and bite marks down your throat. Still, he picks you off the counter with ease, hands on your ass, and seems like he's about to drop you when suddenly there's a bed at your back and you find yourself in Evan's room with HABIT over you. Before you can even speak, there's the cold feeling of metal against your belly, and then the sudden sound of ripping clothes as HABIT cut your shirt open.

"Stop it! Get off of me, HABIT!" There's distress in your voice mostly because you think there should be. You protest because you know it's what someone in your situation is meant to do. The desperate desire burning low in your gut and bright in your mind sears with hypocrisy.

You've always thought Evan was gorgeous, your beautiful damn Adonis of a boyfriend, but there's something about the way HABIT makes him move that is deliciously feral. He's barely even touched you and you know you're wet with want in a way you've never been before. When you try to fight back, despite the blade pressed against your sternum, HABIT lights up. He threatens to tie you up, his free hand now pressing painfully against the inner thigh of the leg you'd just kicked him with, keeping it immobile and your legs now spread. You actually have to bite back the urge to beg him to follow through on it.

"You don't scare me, HABIT," the way your voice shakes as you attempt to sound defiant is as much for show as the tears in your eyes are. HABIT desperately wants to break you, and you want nothing more right now than for him to try. There's hunger in his eyes at your words.

"I'm coming to like that about you," he admits, though his tone is dangerous, setting your heartbeat on edge, "it still kind of infuriates me, I won't lie, but I'm sure I'll get there," and you feel a sting as the blade bites into your skin, though fortunately - or unfortunately, depending on how you look at it - your adrenaline dulls the pain to something not only bearable, but shockingly pleasant. Or perhaps it's knowing how fucking powerful and sadistic HABIT could be, yet he was choosing to toy with you instead. You squeeze your eyes shut, nervous that he'll see something in them that will give you away.

"If I tell you I'm scared will you let me go?" You know he wont, but some sick part of you enjoys this game.

"If you're scared of me you're no better then all the other assholes on this planet; fuck no, I won't let you go, I'll kill ya', like you were anyone else," he says candidly, "and I'd still fuck ya', but I wouldn't enjoy myself," he sighed, as if disappointed by the very idea, "plus you'd be dead, so neither would you, it's really a lose-lose for everyone involved," he deliberated for a moment, finally moving the blade as he leaned down, chin resting on your chest as he looked at you with those eyes you so loved, "and I wouldn't be quick about killing you either, so it's a pretty shit escape tactic."

Finally, you open your eyes, unable to help the exasperation in them. HABIT grins broadly at that, and you try and push his face away, but he grabs your hand, suddenly over you, pinning you to the bed.

"Watch it, rabbit, I'm acting like a fucking Saint to you right now -"

"You're attempting to assault me, HABIT!"

"There's no attempting about it," a HABIT says far too easily, "but I was planning to only cut you a couple of times, and get you off at least twice," he smirks, "I've got all your boyfriend's memories, I think I can figure it out -"

"What the fuck is wrong with you?" You snarled through your teeth, squirming, fighting back beneath him. Before your free hand even gets off the bed, HABIT presses his own against it. While thankfully he doesn't cut you with the knife he's holding, you shriek and arch in genuine pain as he applies pressure to your broken hand.

He's got a knee between your thighs now, pressing insistently against you through your jeans, grinding against you as he applies more pressure to your hand, wearing an eerily blissful smile as you scream and begin to cry. It's overwhelming to the point of almost making you sick, the pain, the guilt, the promise of pleasure you know more than anything that you shouldn't want as much as you do. Finally, however, he sits back, letting go of your hands, leaving you laying there, sobbing as you cradled your broken hand to your chest. There's no fight in you in this moment, so he makes quick work of undoing your fly and yanking down your jeans.

When you finally come back to yourself, you're left in your underwear, as is HABIT, who's through items you can't see in a drawer. Slowly, you sit up, sniffling. Trying to keep yourself quiet, you stand, even if you know in your heart that it's useless to try, despite the pain, you find yourself enjoying the rest of this game. You manage to get your hands on the doorknob before you feel an arm snake around your middle, and HABIT pressed warm and solid against you.

"Nice try, rabbit," he growled into your ear, before he spins you around to face him, still holding you tightly, "you think you can so much as breathe in this house without me knowing?" You press your lips together in a firm line, trying to still muster hatred inside of you. But you can feel how hard he is, pressed against your thigh.

"Why don't you just control me? Make sure I don't run away; you could make me do anything you want," your lip curls in disgust, but it's an act, and the way HABIT's grinning makes you think that he knows this too.

"Where's the fun in that?" He practically purrs, walking you both back towards the bed. When he sits, he pulls you with him, and to avoid falling you move on instinct, ending up straddling him as he keeps a firm grip on you, keeps you close, "besides," his face is so close now, gaze searching, his other hand on your ass, "I want you nice and complicit," and he kisses you hard. You try to remain still, fight of your urges, but he squeezes your ass and your hips move automatically, grinding against his hardness as you gasp softly. HABIT takes it as an opening to deepen the kiss, and you give in, kissing him back despite knowing better. You don't even need HABIT's encouragement, rocking in his lap in a gentle rhythm, though he hums appreciatively, and you feel shame burn through you.

Before you can even register what's happening, HABIT's reaching behind himself to the bed, and suddenly snapping a cold, metal handcuff around your wrist.

"What the fuck -?"

But he's shifted, pushing you back against the bed, hovering over you so he can slip the other handcuff around one of the bars of the ornate headboard, yanking your other wrist up, handcuffing that one too. Immobilising you. The fight in you returns, and you start kicking, start yanking on the handcuffs, but the headboard is too sturdy to even budge.

"Hey! Stop that! You fucking brat, quit it!" HABIT orders as he fights to pin your legs. You still manage to kick him in the face before he gets you under control, but he's grinning, "you're sending real mixed messages here, rabbit," his voice betrays his genuine irritation, and his nails dig into your thighs.

"The message is that I fucking hate you," you spit back, breathing ragged, but one of HABIT's hands moves up your thigh, between your legs, pushing your lacy panties to the side.

"Then what's the second message?" He gives a shark-like smile as he leans closer to you, easily slipping two fingers into your already drenched cunt, "because it feels like you're pretty fucking desperate for me, rabbit." He curls his fingers inside of you perfectly, and again, and again, and despite refusing to look at him, your hips grind against his hands. When he presses his thumb against your clit, an involuntary moan escapes you, and HABIT laughs, triumphant. You both know he's won.

Both messages are absolutely true.

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yelena-bellova · 1 year ago

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Twenty Years Later: Joel Miller x F!Reader - One Shot #2

One Shot: Symptoms of Survival

Plot: Neither one of them was quite sure how the fight even started.

Word Count: 1k

Warnings: light language, ptsd (16+)

A/N: SURPRISE!! This is my best attempt at making Sunday feel a little bit like TLOU Sundays.

I’m trying to strike a balance between fluff and angst in these follow-ups. This is by far one of the more angsty ones. I feel like the show did a great job of showcasing Joel’s trauma, but I wanted to explore some more symptoms of PTSD that he and Rosebud would for sure suffer from. Happy happy happy! Enjoy reading, my loves! ❤️

P.S. I didn’t fully spell check this so there may be mistakes 😜

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Neither one of them was quite sure how the fight even started.

Joel had risen early in the morning for his patrol shift and had stayed out all day doing repairs with Tommy.

Y/n had slept in, going unneeded in the mess hall kitchen until the lunch shift. She’d taken a walk with Ellie, stopped by Maria and Tommy’s to visit the former, and had been back home fixing dinner by sunset.

Ellie took her dinner in her room, still functioning outside her normal self after the events of their journey. It had been a month since the hospital, and a month and a half since Silver Lake. Neither Joel nor Y/n pushed her on the matter and let her attend to herself for the evening, leaving them on their own.

Y/n asked a question about his day.

Joel’s answer was snippily short.

Y/n jumped at his irritability and returned it.

Before they knew it, Joel was storming out the front door and Y/n was leant against the kitchen counter, both of them seething.

It was less than an hour later that Y/n felt the hot air in her body cool and she took a breath. It wasn’t the first time her hyper-vigilant state had put her in some sort of trance. Coming out of it felt like waking up from a long, unannounced nap.

Sliding her winter coat onto her shoulders, Y/n left the house and made her way to the center of town. There had never been many instances where Joel needed to get space from her, but she knew exactly where his hiding place would be.

Joel sat at the bar of the Tipsy Bison, thankful that it was empty. He poured himself a second glass of some amber colored liquor he’d drank with Tommy last Friday night. It was so easy to be happy with his new life; Ellie’s safety secured, Y/n and him finally married, his brother returned to him…he wasn’t sure why the anger that belonged to the worst of him was bubbling up again.

The bell on the front door rang and Joel sighed. He inhaled to tell off whichever of his neighbors had dared to bother him with their presence, but his eyes stopped his mouth.

Y/n stayed at the door, watching her husband’s facial expressions change. He went from blind anger, to surprise to guilt within a span of five seconds. Once she was assured he was calm, she hung her coat and crossed the room.

Joel pulled the liquor bottle closer to him to give Y/n a place to rest her arms. He couldn’t dare look at her, shame consuming him over what he’d turned their evening into.

Even their most uncomfortable silence had peace weaved in between the cracks.

Y/n sighed, keeping her hands folded in her lap. There were so many ways to phrase what she wanted to say, but direct was the only way her and Joel knew how to talk to one another. “We’re different.”

Joel furrowed a brow and glanced up at his wife.

“We’re the same,” Y/n continued, “But different.”

Joel stared down into his glass. “I’m not even mad,” he mumbled, raising his voice a little after, “I’m not. I don’t get it.”

“Neither am I,” Y/n shook her head, she took a deep breath before launching into her true speech, “We have seen…a lot of shit. A lot. And we can’t expect to come out of it the same as we were.”

Joel turned his head to face her as she spoke. It was the same conversation they’d had when they’d gotten back together. It felt like there was a new point to the painful truth.

“There’s not exactly any Zolofts to pop or shrinks to see,” Y/n continued, “But we’re fucked up.”

“Sometimes when I wake up…” Joel said, shaking his head at himself, “I’m just angry. Don’t know why, don’t know how…I just wake up angry at everyone and everything.”

Y/n nearly scoffed, “I feel like I’m always on edge. Ellie’ll brush past me or someone’ll slam a door and I jump like there’s gunfire or something.”

Where Joel felt like he was failing, Y/n only felt stronger with science to back their problems up. Mutual trauma was deeply ingrained in both their minds and it was only natural for their bodies to react accordingly.

“I’m sorry,” Joel whispered, meaning it with every fiber of his being. He’d promised never to hurt Y/n again, and here he was doing it.

Y/n slid her hand across to bar to cover Joel’s. He didn’t owe her anything. “Don’t.”

Joel flipped his hand to take Y/n’s, the two of them resting in the quiet. They felt like the best of their old selves with one another, but they couldn’t ignore what the world had turned them into. It was a new dance for them to learn together.

“Maybe when we feel like this…” Y/n started, “We tell each other? Give each other some warning so we know how to handle the day?”

Joel watched his fingers as they glided back and forth against Y/n’s hand. He felt ridiculous for requiring such delicate handling.

“Hey,” Y/n nudged Joel’s chin up with her finger, forcing him to look at her. He was transparent as glass. “It’s not our fault.”

The mind has a way of making it’s own devilry feel like the host’s fault. Joel couldn’t help but feel responsible for his actions. It would take him a long time to fully grasp that he wasn’t the problem.

“It’s not our fault,” Y/n whispered again as she slid her hand to the back of Joel’s neck. He leaned into her touch and their foreheads met in the space between their bodies.

They stayed like that for a few moments, Y/n’s free hand rubbing Joel’s thigh and his nose nuzzling against hers. It was there that they felt fully back on their feet, returned to reality from the ordeal of the day.

“Let’s go home,” Y/n finally said.

Joel nodded and drowsily pulled back, setting the liquor bottle on the other side of the bar along with his glass. Y/n crossed the wooden floor and retrieved her coat before coming back to meet Joel. They looped an arm around one another as they walked out the door, Joel pressing a kiss to his wife’s temple. There’d be more bad days, plenty of them, but so long as they didn’t have to face them alone, there was daylight to be found.

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littlemourningstarr · 4 months ago

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You're Mine

Is there anything better than damn near tearing the sanity of the one you love to shreds first thing in the morning? Sekh would argue no, there truly isn't.

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Pairing: Astarion x Transmasc tav

Part of the Eternally Yours series!

Tags: Transmasc tav, Dom/sub undertones, overstimulation, hand jobs, multiple orgasms, anal sex, we suck the strap in this house, dirty talk, praise kink

Sekh stepped out of the early morning sun and into the blissful low light of his home, the door shutting tightly behind him. He was covered in a sheen of sweat from his morning workout, his hair knotted haphazardly at the base of his neck, in nothing but a pair of pants cuffed part way up his calves and short boots.

He ached pleasantly, mostly in his arms and torso. He’d jogged back from the docks, where he spent the morning climbing about as the fishers and traders got ready for their day to begin. He’d become quite friendly with all of them- granted, he knew probably half of them before he’d really set himself to a physical routine.

Hells, he knew far more people than he had ever expected to, at any stage in his life. Word got around when you were a good alchemist.

“Yenna, you up?” he called, getting only silence in response. He headed into the small living room, found a torn piece of paper left on the little table, next to one of his pulsing magenta plants, the writing a scrawl that was just a bit neater than Sekh’s.

He would never live down that even Yenna’s handwriting was better than his.

He picked it up, noted that she had already gone out to get herself into trouble, and set it back down without concern. She was far old enough now that she was free to do as she wished- and he never wanted to coddle her. Besides, she had proven throughout the years that she could keep herself out of trouble- and get herself out of the worst.

Sekh headed upstairs, pushing open his bedroom door. Astarion was still sprawled on his belly, having partially slipped onto Sekh’s side of the bed, his face pushed into the drow’s pillow. Sekh smiled to himself, walked over quietly and sat on the edge of the bed, reaching for Astarion’s mass of long, white curls, stroking them gently.

The vampire stirred, lifted his head slightly, pretty red eyes glimpsing Sekh through thick silver lashes. At the sight of his drow Astarion gave a sleepy but free smile, and Sekh moved his hand from his hair, traced Astarion’s jaw with a single finger.

“Good morning sweetheart,” Sekh offered, as Astarion shifted properly onto his side, so he could gaze up at him. Still waking and enthralled looking.

Sekh didn’t think he’d ever truly get used to someone looking at him like that.

“Is it late?” Astarion asked, sliding his hand along the sheet, flipping it palm up- an invitation. Sekh covered the vampire’s hand with his own, let their fingers lace together.

“No. If you’re still tired, go back to sleep.”

Astarion hummed over that, flashing another toothy smile. “Do you mean that, or are you just trying to get out of spending the morning with your dismal attempts at elvish?” Sekh scrunched his face up in mock annoyance as Astarion laughed. He felt it had only been fair, since Astarion had spent a year learning drowic, that he turn around and learn elvish from his partner.

And Sekh’s pronunciation left… well, plenty to be desired. But he was trying.

“I had meant it, but if you’re going to be an ass, then maybe you should get up and listen to my dismal attempts.” Astarion’s smile turned to a grin as he rolled onto his back, yanking at Sekh’s hand. The drow didn’t fight the pull, sprawled himself over his lover’s bare chest, as Astarion nuzzled into his neck, breathed in the scent of sweat and salt from the bay on his skin. “Astarion I am covered in sweat-”

“Oh I know pet,” the vampire whispered, and Sekh felt the drag of his fangs along his throat- more an affectionate gesture than a sweet threat of the bite.

Sekh didn’t suppress a warm shiver. “And let me guess- you like it.” He pulled his hand free from Astarion’s, shoved at the blanket that was tangled around Astarion’s legs, up along his hips, revealing more pale, naked skin.

It wasn’t a guess- Sekh knew the elf did. He’d made it abundantly clear, plenty of times over the years.

Astarion gave his hips a roll, his cock hard and resting against his belly, as if to prove his point. Sekh chuckled, as Astarion kissed his jaw, before he found his mouth. He was sleepy enough that the kisses were slow, that Sekh could control the pace without any fight. The vampire still tasted faintly of blood, from the night before- a bit of salt and iron, ghosting his tongue.

“Trying to start something?” Sekh whispered against his lips, as he let his fingertips dance over Astarion’s cock. The vampire tried to nip at Sekh’s lip, but the drow pulled back just enough that he missed.

“Always,” Astarion mumbled. Sekh flashed a smile at that, bringing his hand back into view, and making a show of licking his own palm, tongue dragging all the way up his fingers. He reached back down, wrapped his spit-slick hand around Astarion’s cock, and the vampire dropped his head back, eyelids fluttering. He gave a quiet groan as Sekh gripped him tightly, moved his fist in a slow rhythm.

Sekh bowed his head, pressed his mouth to the center of Astarion’s throat, his free hand grasping at the bed as Astarion rocked his hips up with each stroke. Sekh felt the first wave of precum dribble over his knuckles and nearly chuckled to himself, trailing a line of kisses to Astarion’s pulse point, then to his ear. “You’re so wet already,” he teased, and he felt Astarion shivered beneath him.

“That’s- ah,” the vampire forgot his words as Sekh twisted his fist around his cockhead, before picking up his rhythm. Astarion bit his own lip, stifled a noise, before he managed, “that’s my line.”

Sekh laughed, his warm breaths causing Astarion to arch. “You think I’m wet already, love? You haven’t even touched me.” Sekh teased his thumb over Astarion’s cockhead, along his slit, watched the vampire’s eyes roll. “If either of us is a wanton mess, it’s you.”

Astarion reached up, grasped at Sekh’s bare bicep, thumb rubbing along freckled, sweat damp skin as he clung to him. Sekh watched the vampire’s face, as the need melted into relief when he came, mouth falling open, lips curled into the faintest of smiles. It made his chest warm, tight, to see Astarion just feel good- and to know that the vampire didn’t need to make a show of dragging this out. He could come as quickly as he liked, and Sekh would always be pleased.

Sekh stilled his hand as Astarion relaxed, until he was simply holding his softening cock, thumb teasing along the bundle of nerves just under his head. Astarion bit his lip over the continued touch, a single fang poking out-

Gods, he was adorable. He’d be livid if Sekh said as much- but it was true.

“Should I stop?” Sekh asked, his voice dropping low, feeling like it was simply a rumble from his chest, “Or…”

“Or?” Astarion asked, pretty sanguine eyes intrigued. Sekh smirked, taking the look his lover gave him was answer enough. He released his cock, sat up and took a moment to examine the pearly mess on his hand.

And, holding Astarion’s stare, licked it off his knuckles. The bitter salt made him hot to his core, his cunt screaming for attention as Astarion groaned. “I do love how you taste,” Sekh mumbled, before he sucked at his fingertips, getting the last bit of remaining cum.

Astarion tipped his head back. “Again, my line pet.” Sekh flashed a smile, before he climbed off the bed, pausing at Astarion’s bedside table. He pulled open the drawer, fingers plucking out a bottle. He closed the drawer, popped it open, then offered it out to Astarion, whose eyes had gone slightly wide with excitement.

“Get yourself ready for me, love.” Astarion sat up, took the bottle, and Sekh turned away, crossed the room. He kicked his boots off, unbuttoned his pants and shoved them and his underwear down, leaving him naked as he bent over, unlatching a chest. As the hinges creaked, he heard Astarion’s choked breath, knew the vampire was at least two fingers deep inside himself.

And as much as he wanted to watch, he found he was feeling impatient.

He took his time, buckling his arness around his waist, his thighs. He ignored how desperately his body screamed at him to touch his soaked cunt, to plunge his fingers into himself, instead letting the damn near frustration drive him.

He secured his cock in place, before he turned around, felt his stomach going into agonizing knots over the sight Astarion had made of himself. He had one leg stretched so far open it had to have his hip aching, the other with a heel dug into the bed, giving him leverage as he thrust two of his fingers quickly into himself.

Sekh had barely breathed, when the vampire added a third- as if he’d waited, made a point to have Sekh’s eyes on him for the final stretch. Sekh crossed the room, not climbing onto the bed but pausing at the head, reaching down and gently turning Astarion’s face, so he could see those lust clouded eyes.

Wordlessly, he moved his fingers back, tangled them in Astarion’s hair, guided his head forward. The vampire moved with ease, pressed his lips to the head of Sekh’s false cock, staring up at him through thick silver lashes the entire time. He stuck his tongue out, dragged it along the underside of the toy’s cockhead, and Sekh tipped his hips forward, pushing the head at Astarion’s mouth.

Without hesitation, the vampire opened his jaws, let the toy stretch his lips as it slid over his tongue, until half of the shaft was inside. Sekh bit his lip, not even caring that he couldn’t feel this- the sight of Astarion was enough, as he sucked gently, continued to slide further and further down the false cock, until it was nudging the back of his throat.

Sekh growled wordlessly, pulled Astarion off his cock roughly, the vampire’s lips reddened, glistening with sweat. “Are you ready for me?” Astarion managed a single nod, and Sekh let go of his hair. “Hands and knees, darling.”

Astarion pulled his fingers from himself, scrambling up, as Sekh reached for the bottle Astarion had set back on his bedside table. He poured an overly generous amount of oil onto his false cock, wanting to leave Astarion’s ass a wet mess by the time he was done with him.

He set the bottle down, turned his attention back to Astarion, who had listened like a true darling, was situated on his hands and knees, watching Sekh over his shoulder eagerly. The drow flashed a smile, sliding behind him and grasping his ass with both hands, kneading the flesh. Astarion bit at his lip again, as Sekh parted supple flesh, let one of his thumbs push at Astarion’s wet hole.

The vampire gave a breathy fuck, and Sekh lined himself up, thought for a moment about teasing him, about rubbing against his hole, getting just the head in-

Instead, he wordlessly eased the toy into Astarion, until the man’s ass was pulled back, flush to his pelvis. Astarion dropped his head, eyelids fluttered, mouth falling open in a wordless groan over the stretch, as Sekh rubbed his hands up over his ass, along his back. “Okay?” he asked, fingertips grazing along the edges of Astarion’s scars. The vampire managed a weak yes, and it was all Sekh needed. He eased his hips back, before pushing forward, sheathing himself fully back inside Astarion.

The vampire pushed back, hands grasping at the sheets, panting already. Sekh moved his hands to his waist, squeezed and dragged him back with each thrust. The room filled with Astarion’s little whines and groans, the sound of skin slapping against skin- Sekh’s pants breaths. He could feel sweat rolling down his already slick spine.

He leaned over Astarion then, gritted his teeth as a hand grasped the vampire’s shoulder, dragged him back almost violently for his next thrust. Astarion gave a startled cry, and Sekh could tell his legs were shaking already.

“Are you close already?” he taunted, the words teasing but laced with affection. “Do you want to come around my cock like a good boy?”

Astarion attempted words, but whatever they were meant to be, they came out as nothing but slurred sounds and breathy keens. Sekh smirked, as he felt sweat drip from his jaw, his chin, dotting along Astarion’s scars.

“It’s okay,” he said, soothing now, “I want you to come. Come on, Astarion. You,” he punctuated each word with a hard thrust, knowing by the way the vampire jerked, by the visible shivers, that he was indeed so close. “Can. Come.”

Astarion shouted Sekh’s name, his arms giving out as he collapsed down to the bed, face buried in his arms, shaking with a near sob. Sekh growled, fucked Astarion through the orgasm, until the vampire was whimpering, over sensitivity driving him mad.

Without a word, Sekh pulled out, gave Astarion’s ass a gentle pat. “On your back.”

He wasn’t done.

Astarion rolled over on command, a flush along his pale cheeks, creeping up his ears. His eyes were wet, lashes sticking together- a beautiful, glorious, fucked out mess.

Sekh grasped Astarion’s thighs roughly, dragged him closer to the edge of the bed so he could slide back into him. The vampire arched his back, eyes going wide- and Sekh watched his soft cock give a twitch. He knew he wouldn’t have been hard for his second orgasm-

But the drow was sure he could have him making an utter mess of himself for the third.

He thrust deep but slow this time, watching Astarion’s hands scramble along the bed, searching for purchase. Every few thrusts his cock would twitch, precum leaking all over his belly now. “Can you get hard for me again?” Sekh asked, hands rubbing soothingly along Astarion’s thighs. “Can your cock do that for me? Can you do that for me?”

Astarion arched, gave nothing but wordless gasps.

Sekh hummed, pausing to lean over the vampire, press a kiss to his collarbone. “Astarion,” he murmured, “Starshine.” The vampire’s eyelids fluttered, and Sekh felt his hands, grasping at his shoulders, rubbing along his biceps. “Be a good boy and touch yourself for me.”

Astarion swallowed thickly, but gave a weak nod. Sekh straightened back up, watched as the vampire grasped his cock with one hand, teasing along his head, fingers rubbing precum into his flushed skin. Sekh resumed his deep, slow thrusts, was pleased to see Astarion slowly hardening in his own hand.

He knew the vampire’s body so well now. He knew his limits and how to bring him right to them.

“That’s it,” Sekh whispered, as Astarion finally curled his hand around himself. “So good, beloved. Does it feel good?” He thrust in deep at the question, and Astarion tried to shove his hips down to meet the movement.

“Yes,” he managed, “gods, Sekh.” At the sheer sound of his name Sekh welt a warm shiver run down his spine. His cunt clenched around nothing, his body so fucking close to orgasm from just tearing Astarion apart. He was beginning to feel rabid with the need.

He grasped one of Astarion’s legs, lifted it so his ankle rested against his shoulder- wrapped an arm around the vampire’s limb as the angle allowed him in even deeper. Astarion tossed his head back, wordless moans tumbling from his mouth. Sekh turned, pressed a kiss to Astarion’s ankle, felt the gold anklet there pressing into his cheek.

A little memento from a delicious night amongst hell itself, stolen from the body of a dead drow while masquerading amongst the Duskryn House. The fact that Astarion still wore it made Sekh’s stomach cramp in a fluttering need, but also made his heart swell. Every little gift he ever gave the vampire always seemed to be treasured.

Sekh’s hips were aching as he continued to thrust, harder now, unsure he could drag this out much longer. His muscles were tired from his workout, but he ignored the fatigue, watching Astarion’s chest rise and fall rapidly with his unneeded, panted breaths.

He wished he could get his teeth on his rosy nipples, wished he could suck and bite until Astarion was damn near crying. The vampire did so love that.

Astarion was stroking himself with almost no rhythm, just a frantic need for contact, as he squirmed about. He’d try to meet Sekh’s thrusts, then delve into his own hand, giving a frustrated groan when he couldn’t do both at the same time.

Sekh bit at his lip, caught Astarion’s eyes, this desperate plea in them for relief from the thrumming pressure in his spine, his pelvis. Sekh gripped his leg tighter, thrust as hard as he could, as deep as he could, over and over again, as Astarion screamed his name, his throat having to be raw from it. The vampire arched his back completely off the bed when his orgasm hit, his cock pulsing as cum splattered his belly, along his ribs, even more simply dribbling along his fingers, mixing with the sweat that had begun to glisten on his alabaster skin.

The moment Astarion went lax, Sekh pulled out of him, hands shaking as he desperately tried to unbuckle his harness. He cursed when he nearly couldn’t do it, before he finally got the last buckle undone. He left it discarded on the bed as he climbed up, hadn’t even given Astarion a moment to catch his unneeded breath, before he was pressing his knees into the bed just over his shoulders, getting a fistful of his glorious hair and pulling his face up, into his drenched cunt.

Astarion whimpered, his hands reaching up, grasping at Sekh’s hips. The vampire was trembling. Without even the need for a command, Astarion thrust his tongue into Sekh, teased his sopping hole, groaning as Sekh tried to grind down against his mouth.

Sekh tossed his head back, breathed Astarion’s name, as he tried to tug at his hair, wanted his mouth on his clit, just wanted to come. But the vampire was stubborn, was intent on getting a real taste of him, his tongue thrusting into him as best as he could. His nails dug crescents into Sekh’s supple ass, dimpling the dusky skin, as Astarion thrust his hips up into nothing, giving a feral little growl as he smeared Sekh’s need all over his chin.

Sekh pulled at Astarion’s hair, to the point that the vampire’s scalp had to burn. He knew the man liked it. He heard the bed creak as Astarion dug a heel into it, before his mouth finally moved to where Sekh wanted it most, closing around his heavy clit and sucking gently, tongue flicking along it over and over and over and over-

Sekh shouted, his orgasm tearing down his spine like lightning. He pressed harder to Astarion’s tongue, clenched his teeth and let his breath hiss through them as he rode it out, grinding into the vampire’s tongue until he swore he was seeing white. Only then did he push Astarion away, force the vampire flat to the bed as he knelt there, panting, body shaking.

Carefully Sekh swung his leg over Astarion, sat on the bed next to him, as the vampire stared up at the ceiling, mouth open, glistening with Sekh’s cum, looking as if he had possibly just seen the face of a god.

“Hells,” the vampire managed, his voice sounding a bit raw. “That…” he licked his lips, and Sekh watched his eyelids flutter over the taste, “that was one hell of a way to wake up.”

The drow laughed at that, as Astarion turned his head, smiled at him- fangs on full display. Sekh reached a hand out, grasped one of Astarion’s, gave it an affectionate squeeze.

Before he could do more the elf was moving, sitting up and shoving at Sekh, pinning him down onto his back. He slid over him, settled between his legs, pressed flushed to his body, seeking his mouth out for a feverish kiss. Sekh arched into him, slick skin on slick skin, the feeling of his sweat mingling with Astarion’s cum. He nipped at the vampire’s tongue, before getting his lip between his teeth, causing Astarion to shudder unabashedly.

“Well, now we’re quite a mess,” Sekh breathed, against his mouth.

Astarion dipped his head down, kissed at Sekh’s pulse. He let his fangs prick gently, before he sucked at his skin, had Sekh squirming as he felt the pressure pulling blood to the surface. It would bruise. “A shame,” Astarion whispered, when he pulled back enough to examine the now darkly flushed patch of skin- smirking over his work. Sekh hoped Astarion would bite him there, later. Sink his fangs into bruised and overly sensitive skin. It would hurt so good. “I’d say we could just spend time cleaning up together- but I don’t think I want my scent washed off you.”

Sekh huffed an exasperated laugh. “Little beast,” he mused. “I’ll carry you to the bath if I need to.”

Astarion’s eyes flickered with a fiery light over that. Sekh grinned then, flipping them over, rolling Astarion to his back. Sekh nearly launched himself off the bed, turning and grasping the vampire, hauling him up over his shoulder.

His muscles screamed with the exertion, but he was sure he could handle Astarion’s weight, at least down the hall. Probably. And if not, they’d just collapse on the floor together and laugh over it.

They’d get cleaned up eventually.

#baldur's gate 3 #astarion #astarion ancunin #tavstarion #sekh'met #sekstarion #astarion/tav #astarion x tav

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lemurious · 22 days ago

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[there's a trick to it]

A fic for @lesmis-prompts. Day 10 - trick (or treat), Day 11 - red, Day 12 - ghosts. (Ahead of schedule; but it just poured out of me; and got much longer than expected).

The real trick to seeing the ghosts is that regular people need to stop seeing you first.

There are a few other tricks, known to most of us on the streets. The ghosts can't enter a house without invitation. They can only speak one night a year, between the sunset and the midnight on All Hallows Eve. And sometimes, they show up on that night wearing a bright red vest, and talk your ear off.

Here on AO3 and beyond the cut.

They say there’s a trick to seeing ghosts, but that’s always the new kids, stuffed to the brim with old tales of mirrors and keyholes and salt circles. As if we had time to throw salt around in the middle of the street, or had a steady supply of keyholes. We’re lucky to get a construction site.

If you truly want to see a ghost, those tales are about as good as the belief that only particularly creepy spots get haunted. Old mansions, churches and monasteries, and obviously, graveyards.

I can assure you that the graveyards are as quiet as anything, and the ones with the larger crypts, especially if the locks are rusty enough, are the absolute salvation for us once the spring thunderstorms come around.

First off, nobody goes to a cemetery in a thunderstorm. Second, in those days the folk built as if they’d need their grave for a hundred generations, and most of them were your average counts and marquises, so, marble and more marble with marble on top, and all of that so well constructed that not a drop gets in.

For ghost hunting though, you’re out of luck. You can try the bridges, some of the older bars and cafes, the shores of the river, though the ghosts can end up wading halfway through the earth over there. Looks a bit uncanny, but they are still walking along the old river, from centuries ago.

The real trick to seeing the ghosts is that regular people need to stop seeing you first.

It normally takes a few weeks until their glances start sliding off of your body. They will never look you in the face, as if eye contact would blind them, and any kind of touch, even a brush of clothes as they’re passing by, must be sheer agony based on their response.

We get all flavors of disgust; anger, occasionally, I guess, if only because it’s really easy to get angry if you know the other person won’t be able to fight back; genuine curiosity, only from very little kids before their parents snatch them away; and pity, that’s the standard, though who am I to scoff at it, money’s still money at the end of the day, and there’s not too many stores that would give away food once it reaches the expiration date anymore, they’ve all been replaced by the posh restaurants in the five years that I’ve been on the streets.

Time to get off them, I sometimes think, I’m getting close to college. I’ve been bumming around libraries for the last year, all thanks to Red, and also to the friendly grandma at the front desk who lets me sleep on one of these comfy couches, sometimes even passes along a mug of hot chocolate. I can read anything I want, all day if I so desire, and even when she locks up there’s a spot right under the camera, where, if I make myself really small, I can remain until she turns everything off, and then, oh glory and trumpets, I can actually sleep through the night. Too bad she’s on closing duty only once every other week.

In the meantime, I can still get some quality reading, use a computer, so I’ve been looking at some financial aid, other kinds of help for folks like myself, though I trust the helpers as far as I can throw them, and you only need to look at my wristbones sticking out to see how far that is.

I used to worry about my weight, but that was before, when I was too young for such things, but, well, one sometimes has to live all the life all at once before one is ready for it. But I digress, as one of these fancy writers would say; I’d add especially when hungry.

I’m working hard on my reading though, been trying to get into social politics, and some history too, because Red all but threw me into the history corner in here, so I figured I’d make him proud. I’m not much for protesting though, I know Red would disagree, but it just feels so intangible, somehow.

Now the human body, that’s a different matter; how it works and when it doesn’t. I’ve literally read the big medical encyclopedia cover to cover in my first month. I think if I ever get off the streets, I’d like to be a doctor. A roof over my head is all but guaranteed, and maybe, just maybe, I could build a tent clinic, of a sort, with the money from all the doctoring of the rich.

I’ll tell Red that, see what he thinks. At All Hallows Eve, which is tonight, so, lucky me, been waiting for a year for this, and I’m not going to miss my chance.

It’s really very inconvenient that while you can see the ghosts year-round, the trick is that you only get that one night to speak to them. And Red, in case it isn’t clear yet, is a ghost.

When I first saw him, he was wearing the most absurdly fancy red vest I’ve ever seen, and looked the way that would make one want to become an artist and draw nothing else ever, but I can barely scratch a stick figure in the mud, so I think I’ll follow my new plan of becoming a doctor instead. Which I still need to tell Red about.

He’d better be at that same intersection where I met him last year, when he was standing looking all confused.

Apparently he keeps waking up every few decades or so, and it takes him a while to get used to it.

He was awfully sad about what he called the future, though, and especially when he saw me doing the mime thing.

I gave him the finger. With enough tourists, and especially with them feeling especially charitable on the occasion of the day meant to honor your dead, the miming was going to feed me for a week.

Instead, I got just enough for about a day’s worth of food, sparingly, and a long lecture about poverty and equality and justice and liberty, and I didn’t even care because I was going to follow him straight into the river if he asked me to, and with the kind of faith that would’ve probably had me walking on water anyway. Red has that effect on people.

I showed him around a bit, but he knew he could only speak for so long, only between the dusk and midnight, the normal ghost rules apply to drop-dead gorgeous revolutionaries as well, and he used all of that time to talk to me, He told me to go to the library, right before it closed, and just stood there looking at me expectantly until I gathered all my courage, waltzed in and I, as if I were a normal kid from a normal family, as if I were someone visible, asked to sign up for a card. I gave the address where I first saw Red, since I don’t exactly have one of my own. Number 28, Rue de la Chanvrerie.

This is where I’m waiting for him, because, for whatever reason he hasn’t been around much in the past year. Only a few days in the beginning of the summer, then on July 14th, then I think I saw him at that last big protest, before they decided to clear all the encampments, but maybe that was just a red jacket worn by someone else, perhaps not even a ghost.

I was half-faint from the heat, and food’s been scarce, too, and I didn’t really want to just fill myself with the cheap wine either, I get those wicked headaches. I’ve read about them. Nobody knows what causes them. I bet Red would say, nobody knows yet, meaning that I could be the one to figure it out. For a ghost from the past, he’s really stubborn about the future, and how much better it would be.

So, now I think I’ll tell him, that it’ll be medicine and nothing else for me, if I ever get out of here, and will thank him for the last year.

Also, it’s my turn to help him. You see, I asked him what he was looking for, back when I saw him and before he started asking me all these questions and telling me all these things.

Usually the ghosts have some unfinished business, the problem is that that it’s often something unfinished from a hundred years ago that nobody has any idea about anymore, so, tough luck. I’m really hoping that it wouldn’t be the case for Red.

Back then, he said that he didn’t have time to answer. When I asked him to answer whom, he looked like he was going to cry, which, well, I didn’t know what to do about it (now I do, I’ve read about it in books, there’s all sorts of things you can say to comfort someone), so I quickly asked him instead what the answer was going to be. Red smiled, seeing straight through my attempt, and said that it would be useless to me, but the answer was always.

He was right, it didn’t really help, but I am nothing if not persistent – the ones who aren’t are dead by the end of the first winter under the bridge – and I will figure it out.

And it’s finally the sunset, All Hallows Eve again, my favorite day of the year – and of course all the ghosts are breaking into their chatter saying all the things they’ve been storing all year – and here’s Red, right under the streetlight!

So here I am again, finishing the story. I figured I’d write the rest of it down too, because I never want to forget any of it. Especially not Red, because I can no longer be sure that he’ll be back next year, but it might not be exactly the worst thing either, even though I feel that my heart would break and I’m wondering if the grandma librarian would let me just cry in a quiet room somewhere, because tears are not a good sign on the streets.

So, I told Red everything in a single rush as if I were the one who hadn’t been allowed to speak for a year, and he said all these things about how important medicine was and how I should never be afraid of the future and never forget the past, and so on and so on, and I will write all of them too, on a separate page, keep it in my pocket, I think, or maybe memorize it, and keep it in my head.

And then I asked him, alright, since we know what he wants to say, does he have any idea where he wanted to go.

Imagine that, it was the same address I gave on my library card. That ancient coffeeshop, well, nowhere near the oldest in the city, but decrepit enough. So I figured, time to spend my dinner-money on a cup of coffee, because, hell, if I go to bed hungry it won’t be the first time even this week, and that was the only way I could get in.

Which was the only way I could get Red in, since, obviously, the regulars in coffeeshops don’t really see the ghosts, and the trick about the supernatural that they have to be invited into a house. Which is really almost the only superstition that is correct, but that’s a matter for another story.

So I got my fancy cappuccino, bowing halfway to the floor to invite Red in, and I thought he would shatter into pieces with the way he looked around that shop. I need to be a better writer to describe his face. It was terrified and heartbroken and hopeful all at once, and all for no more than a second, and then it was replaced with the kind of determination that if I had a tenth of it I’d be conquering the world.

Red zoned in on the stairs and was bounding up them while I was still scrambling to extricate myself from the rest of the patrons, since no matter how small, I was rather more substantial than a ghost, and by the time I reached the upper landing and the room in the attic, I could hear Red’s voice cutting off, barely more than a sob.

“R”, he said, and I swear it sounded like he was addressing someone, “how – how long – how are you here – have you been waiting for me?”

“Well, I decided I was just going to sleep here, until you showed up. After all, you told me I could. Once,” said another voice, lower and raspier, but with the same echo you only get in ghosts. There’s another trick to noticing them, you need to listen carefully, but of course, it only works that one night in the year.

“How did you know? I had to be invited here, it’s not that easy, it’s -”

“Of course you would. Even if it took you a thousand years, you would. I know you doubted me, but I thought, when you smiled at me, that time – when I woke up, I thought that perhaps – that was more than enough to keep waiting. And it’s only been a year. And I can finally tell you things.”

I tried to become more invisible than the ghosts, not to disturb them. Red was leaning over the table, grasping the elbows of that other ghost, who was dark haired, decidedly less attractive, and dressed in an equally over-the-top green jacket. The way they looked at each other, though…. I couldn’t remember how to breathe.

“I never had a chance to respond…” Red said, and I could hear the tears in his voice.

“You didn’t need to,” the other ghost shook his head.

“I did, though. I wanted to say – always, I will always, always…”

“Permit -?”

“Want to keep holding your hand,” now both of them were crying for real, and Red grabbed the other ghost’s hand, clutching it so hard that it would probably have left bruises, if ghost bodies worked that way. “And, if you permit me –“

That was really impolite of me. But before I made myself to walk down the stairs, and got kicked out of the coffeeshop for trying to break into the attic, I spent a while just standing there, watching them kiss each other like they were going to die, like they weren’t dead already, and listening to them whisper to each other what I couldn’t quite parse out, but I got the meaning well enough.

I wonder if Red and R have decided that they were done with this future, or if they’ll be back again next year, or back in another hundred years or so. I reckon I’ll go visit the coffeeshop just in case. Also, there may be other ghosts who need help; I’m going to be kinder to them from now on, maybe we can find a way to talk to each other even without words.

Also, I eventually figured out their names, but Red is Red to me forever, and I like R better than the full version anyway.

I decided, if they could wait two hundred years, and still didn’t give up on each other, who am I to give up after barely five on the streets. I’ll be that doctor yet, you’ll see. And maybe one day I will look at someone with just as much love as two ghosts looked at each other in a coffeeshop on All Hallows Eve.

#lemur writes #lesmisoctober24 #bricktober #les miserables #enjoltaire #enjolras #to the modern era #when some kids still live on the streets #hope

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return-to-twisted-wonderland · 11 days ago

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🔆anon

Glimpses into the future (different amounts of time into the future)

—

Visiting Dusk

Malleus: *sitting on his throne alone in the room* Dusk, you’re not stealthy. At least not to me.

Dusk: *appears from around the corner* What? No hi to your big brother?

Malleus: You are always back around this time of year.

Dusk: *floats over to Malleus’ throne* And? Do I not deserve a hello because you know when you’ll see me?

Malleus: Hello, Dusk.

Dusk: Better. Now, do you know where Sil and Bek are? I want to say hi to them too.

Malleus: Probably training together.

Dusk: Ooo! You think I can join them?

Malleus: Not if you’re floating.

Dusk: *glares at Malleus* I feel fine thank you, very much. I got permission to float for short periods.

Malleus: How long has this “short period” been?

Dusk: *starts standing*

Malleus: Better.

Dusk: Do you want a fight?

Malleus: Try me.

—

Father Domino

Domino: *holding a sleeping infant while pacing*

Silver: *moves to hold Domino in a hug* She’s been asleep for a bit now.

Domino: I know, but she doesn’t wake up as much if I walk with her.

Silver: Yes, but you can’t stay up all night.

Domino: Hold on. Speaking of sleep, how are you up during such a late hour? Did a miracle happen?

Silver: No, the tragedy of being alone in bed. She’ll be fine.

Domino: If she wakes up, I’m getting you up to deal with it.

Silver: That’s fair.

—

Accepted Canis

Canis: Papi! *runs to hug Vargas while holding a letter in his hand*

Vargas: What is it, buddy?

Canis: Just read it!

Vargas: *takes and reads the NRC acceptance letter then goes to ruffle Canis’s hair* Look at that! You’re just a big shot now, aren’t you? But, look, I’m still the fitness teacher, and I will not go easy on you. I won’t let anyone else do the same either. Got it?

Canis: I got it, I got it. Name one time you ever went easy one me. Why would I expect that now?

Vargas: I guess you’re right, just don’t start getting a big head.

Canis: *laughs and sticks out his tongue* Too late.

—

Party Planner Kit

Kit: *sitting across from Kalim at a table while holding a few papers* Kalim, I refuse to let him come back!

Kalim: But he’s an important tie we need to keep.

Kit: I don’t care! He was rude to the Asim family ruler! I’m not letting that slide!

Kalim: We need to keep trade with him open for prosperities sake. I can handle a few curt words.

Kit: Absolutely not! He’ll take us for fools. We need to make an example out of this and cut ties. You did it before when someone insulted me and when someone insulted the Viper family.

Kalim: That was different-

Kit: It was in no way different! I will keep nagging you on this until you see sense!

—

Engaged Toryn

Toryn: *crying while looking at wedding options with Vil*

Vil: Toryn, dear, light of my life, you need to keep it together. Even for a few seconds. I can’t plan this alone.

Toryn: *nods but is still crying*

Vil: You’re the one who planned a whole day for a perfect proposal AND kept me from knowing about it. *sighs and hugs Toryn* What am I going to do with you, you big idiot?

Toryn: *mumbling into the hug* I cried then too…

Vil: I can guess.

Toryn: *looks at Vil, finally pausing crying* I love you so much.

Vil: *kisses the tip of Toryn’s nose* I love you just as much.

Toryn: *starts crying again*

Vil: Sevens give me strength… *continues to comfort poor Toryn*

—

Attention Hungry Dekker

Dekker: *rests his head on top of Azul’s head while Azul is sitting on the couch*

Azul: *pausing his work on checking the logs* Dekker, can I help you?

Dekker: No, why?

Azul: You seem to be mistaken my head for your headrest.

Dekker: Nah, I totally got the correct thing.

Azul: If you wanted attention, you could have just said something.

Dekker: Where’s the fun in that?

Azul: Not messing with your boyfriend? That sounds fun.

Dekker: Hypocrite. You mess with me all the time.

Azul: You do it first! Now, if you want attention, help me with the Lounge.

Dekker: *moving to sit next to Azul* Fine.

—

Entomologist Ruse

Ruse: *doing work in Riddle’s house* Riddle.

Riddle: Yes?

Ruse: You and I are going to see this museum exhibit once it opens. They want so many specimens and it is taking so much work. I am not letting them have an empty hall once it’s all done.

Riddle: When you work with a museum to put together an exhibit, it’s going to be a lot of work. Especially when living specimens are involved.

Ruse: They want so many species! We can’t just hand over the rare ones like that. Negotiating what’s available while getting information on endangered insect species out to the public is way too much.

Riddle: And your coworkers?

Ruse: Also swamped with work. You’re a lawyer, you know what it’s like to have everyone loaded with work.

Riddle: That is true.

Ruse: My point still stands. We are both going to see that exhibit.

LOOK AT ALL THESE GOOD ENDINGS!

#twisted wonderland #return home au #🔆anon #canis woods vargas #ashton vargas #riddle rosehearts #ruse rosehearts #kit honest #kalim al asim #dekker diamond #azul ashengrotto #twst silver #domino spade #malleus draconia #dusk vanrouge #vil schoenheit #toryn leech

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resowrites · 2 years ago

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The Fight Before Christmas (part 2) - oneshot.

Summary: All is finally revealed, but will Henry and his girlfriend’s relationship ever be the same? (follow on from this oneshot, but can be read as a standalone story).

Pairings: AU!Henry Cavill x Girlfriend!OC

Warnings: 18+ only (adult themes), angst, fluff, relationship difficulties/argument, brief mention toxic family dynamics, brief mention of illness/end of life care, brief allusion to smut, dialogue heavy, time hopping/vignette style, language, pet names, nondescript OC body type/appearance, hastily written/lightly proofread.

WC: 4549

A/N: Phew, here it is folks. Sorry it’s a little rushed. This week’s been crazy and I ran out of time. I hope you all enjoy and as ever, please let me know your thoughts. This piece is a big bowl of happy/sad soup, please take care when reading as I know it can be a difficult time of year. I wish all of you a safe, peaceful Holiday - R x

My work must not be copied, reposted, or translated elsewhere. Likes, follows, reblogs and comments are thoroughly welcome and appreciated! Gifs/pics not my own. I hope you all enjoy and thanks for visiting!

The Fight Before Christmas (part 2) - oneshot.

Saturday 12:38 am

Henry hurried back inside, dazed and confused about what just happened. A rhythmic thumping noise then stopped him in his tracks. It was Kal plodding down the stairs. He usually hid in Ollie's office during the colder months, the warmth of the radiator under her desk providing a cosy place for naps. He crouched down and cuddled his boy. He must have heard the arguing, gone into their bedroom like he normally did at that time, and found them both missing. He wracked his brain for what to do. If he did go after her, she might not come back at all. But he just couldn't fathom why she was so determined to get away. He knew it wasn't anything he'd done, it was now technically the weekend which also meant he was officially off work until January. He'd been so looking forward to spending Christmas with her. Kal nudged at the hem of her coat, which dangled from the hook above them and whimpered. She'd left without it.

He shot back up and tried to find his phone, eventually realising it was still in the kitchen. He knew she probably wouldn't pick up, but he had to try. "Hi, this is Ollie. I'm sorry I can't take your call. Leave a message and I'll get back to you, thanks!" Just hearing her voice made his stomach drop. He tried to stay calm and think logically about where she might be headed. The nearest hotel was only a b&b and took a good two hours to get to, even at that time. Her only friends within an hour's distance were Rachel, Laura, and Claire. Laura used to be a nurse, but she also had young children. Would she bother her at that time? What if Laura didn't pick up and he couldn't reach either of them? His mind carried on racing until he felt something warm slide across his hand. Kal had followed him into the kitchen and was licking his fingers. "What am I gunna do mate, eh?" Kal's head merely tilted from left to right. He sighed and noticed the glass still spread out over the counter. He'd tidy up, keep ringing round for a bit, and then make up the sofa just in case she came back. But his plan didn't reassure him for long. Not when he actually looked around and knew that, already, the house seemed to have changed completely. He stared back down at his phone and decided to try texting her as well.

***

Saturday 8:06 am

"Oh Laura, thank God. Is she alright?"

"She's fine, didn't you see my text? I'm sorry I missed your calls--"

"She needs to get her hand stitched!"

"Don't worry, I've already taken care of it--"

"Well where is she? Can I talk to her?"

"Henry, calm down. I promise you, she's alright--"

"Good, then I'm on my way now." She hesitated.

"I'm not sure that's the best idea…" Henry's hand hovered over his car keys.

"What do you mean? I need her home, Laura." The worry in his voice made her heart pinch.

"I know, but I think she should stay here for a bit. What the hell happened? She was in a complete state… are you okay?"

"Yeah, I'm fine - and I still don't bloody know! She's been acting strangely and I pushed too hard trying to find out why. I think something's up with her job, but it's not like her to just run off… something else must have happened. I've never seen her like it before, she got so angry she smashed a bottle she was holding. Has she really not said anything to you?"

"No, but then you know how stubborn she is. Don't worry, she's welcome to stay but I'll try and get her home as soon as I can. Right, I better go ring round and see if I can get some antibiotics, her hand will be okay but I don't want it getting infected."

"Yeah, sure, sorry I'll let you go. Thanks for all of this though and I'm sorry you were disturbed so late. How are Jack and the kids?"

"Yeah, all good. He'll be back in time for Christmas so my mum's looking after them while I sort out the house."

"Oh God, I'm sorry we're bothering you."

"Nah, I'm enjoying the company actually. I haven't seen her in ages so it'll be good to catch up. Please don't worry yourself, though."

"Easier said than done. To be honest, I'm afraid she won't want to come back."

"Don't be silly, she adores you. All will come right eventually, okay?"

"I hope so. Please keep an eye on her though, I'm worried about her state of mind. She isn't eating, either." She hesitated again, wondering whether or not to tell him Ollie hadn't touched her breakfast.

"I will, and I'll keep you updated. Take care of yourself, alright? And stop worrying."

"Okay, you take care as well… and give her my love." She gave her assurances and they said their goodbyes. She then peered through the kitchen door. Ollie was still sitting in the armchair, staring into space.

***

Friday 8:11 pm

"Ollie? Wh-what are you doing here?" She was in no mood for stupid questions and quickly but carefully pushed past her mother. "Ollie, don't go up there… he won't want to talk!" She let her mother's voice bounce off the stairs. When she came to the right door, she found herself holding her breath.

"… Dad? Dad, it's me, Ollie." He lifted his sagging head from the pillow and blinked until his eyes came into focus.

"W-why… why are you here?! Get out… now! Go on, go…" His rage quickly dissolved into a coughing fit.

"Dad, please. I've been trying to see you for weeks. I even had mum leave the phone by your bed so I could ring. B-but that doesn't matter now, how are you?" For several minutes he didn't respond, choosing instead to keep his cold gaze fixed on her face. Eventually, she looked away.

"Thirty-three."

"… I-I'm sorry?"

"Thirty-three years of age… and what do you have to show for it?" Her mouth went dry. "You should be a director at that company, and what are you? A glorified calculator. Why don't you toddle on back to him, while you still can? He'll get bored of you eventually…"

"That's not true."

"Oh, but it is. He doesn't love you. You're a failure, my girl. My biggest disappointment." There was no use countering his words with the same arguments she'd made time and time again. Compared to her sisters, she'd always been treated unfairly. And that wasn't about to change.

"… I-I just came to say, I'm sorry. For everything. I forgive you as well. Please, be at peace Dad. I love you." She then hurried from the room, almost bumping into her mother who it appeared had been listening in the entire time. They stared at each other for a moment. "I… wish you could have done more to help us." Her mother went to speak, then stopped herself. Ollie looked to the floor, her tears blurring her vision. "Goodbye, mum."

***

Monday

"Are you warm enough, darling? Here, let me put the seat warmers on…"

"I'm fine, love. Honest." Henry stopped fidgeting with the dials and the pair locked eyes for a moment. She cleared her throat. "… Thanks for coming to get me. And I'm sorry, for all the… theatrics." He smiled softly.

"Don't be daft. I'm just glad you're alright."

"No, I mean it. I shouldn't have handled things the way I did or said--"

"Darling, it's alright. And I'm sorry too. You said you needed space and I should have listened." An idea then popped into Henry's head. He didn't know if he could pull it off, but he'd look into it the minute they got back. "Christ, have you ever seen so much traffic on these roads? I'm sorry, I'll try and get us home as quick as I can."

"Don't worry, I don't need to be back for nine."

"Oh? Okay, well we should still be back before ten." Henry shifted awkwardly in his seat. It was less than a week until Christmas and although he was desperate to know more, he wasn't about to risk asking questions.

"It's fine actually, I won't be working again until January. I've… decided to go freelance." There was a long pause.

"Ollie… did you lose your job?" She sighed.

"Not exactly. Do you remember that presentation I had to give?" He nodded eagerly, trying to balance his attention between her and the road. "Well, it was to suggest some better ways to balance the books… the company's bracing for recession. Anyway, afterward, my new boss thanked me for my 'little talk,' but said he'd decided just to merge my department instead. I could either take a pay cut or redundancy. I gave notice right there and then. The cheeky fucker even asked if he could take me out for a drink and see whether he could find something else for me." She sniffed hard and wiped her face.

"Oh, my darling…"

"No, it's fine. Really. I know someone else in the company who went freelance about a year ago. They've already let me know they're happy to help me get set up. It'll be tough at first and I'll need to be close to my client base… but in the long term I should have greater flexibility." She tried to smile convincingly but Henry could see the fear in her eyes. At that moment, her phone pinged.

"Well, I'll be here for you every step of the way. I'll always support— darling? What's wrong?" She quickly shut off the screen.

"I, uh… nothing. It's nothing."

"… Ollie, what's going on?" She swallowed back the lump forming in her throat.

"It's nothing, darling. I mean, nothing that's worth discussing at the moment." The rest of the journey home was silent.

***

Boxing Day

Things had more or less returned to normal and they spent a lovely, if hectic, couple of days with Henry's family. They travelled back late Christmas day night so they could spend Boxing Day together. They even waited to exchange gifts. It was a tradition they'd kept from the beginning of their relationship. No matter their plans over the holidays, Boxing Day was just for the two of them. And this year Ollie was more grateful for it than ever before. She wasn't normally awake before Henry, but she took the opportunity to curl into his chest and feel the warmth of his skin against her own. "Mmmm g'morning… do I take it I'm getting my Christmas present before breakfast?" He growled into her neck, the sensation making her squeal.

"Oh behave yourself, I was cold… that's all."

"Mm-hm, I believe ya…" Henry climbed on top of her, pulling down the waistband of her pants while he smothered her with kisses.

"Henry! S-stop it!" He harrumphed, collapsed on top of her, and buried his face in her neck. "Er… what are you doing?! Get off, I can't breathe!"

"You said you were cold so I'm keeping you warm! Mmmm you've got your baby smell…" Henry breathed deeply, refusing to budge. She sighed.

***

"Hey, wait a minute, where're my bloody presents?" Henry's nose had led him straight into the kitchen, where she was making a cooked breakfast. He then tried to lift a slice of bacon straight out of the frying pan, causing her to swat his hand.

"OW! I only wanted a nibble… am I to be starved of a Boxing Day morn as well?"

"Oh shut up. How many times do I have to tell you? No eating until I've plated up. And your presents are under the tree, santa obviously didn't check his list twice this year." Henry smirked and shuffled off into the living room. "Hey! No bloody peeking!"

***

"There you are my sweet boy, is that good?" She watched as Kal dived into the bowl of cooked giblets, smoothing down the knitted Christmas jumper she'd made for him, over his back.

"Hey, why does he get to have his presents before me?"

"Cos he's not a whiney little shit. That's why."

"Well, it's a good job I'm the forgiving sort. Heads up!" Henry lobbed a present straight at her, almost conking her on the head.

"Jesus Henry, you almost took me out!" But he just grinned and carried on munching away at some leftover toast.

"W-what… what’s this?" She opened the box to find a large, plastic magnifying glass.

"Well, you know how you're really vain and won't get glasses--"

"I'm vain?!?!"

"… I thought it might come in handy," Henry then reached over and clicked a button on the side, "see? It lights up and look, it even folds in half…"

"Oh? Well then you know where you can stick it…" He struggled to hold in his laughter.

"What? That's a lovely gift! I bet you didn’t put as much thought into mine…"

"Well why don't you open it and see? I'm tempted to throw it but I might strain my wrist…" Henry lifted the heavy box onto his lap.

"Christ, what did you get me?" He ripped away the paper.

"It's a Hollywood mirror, like the ones you get in your trailers. Now you can be the star of the show, even at home…" Henry rubbed his jaw, trying to hide his smile.

"Well, d'ya like it?" He nodded, still unable to look straight into her deadpan eyes. "Oh good. You got any more for me?" Henry pointed towards another box. She gasped the minute she opened it.

"You got me new headphones?! Oh, Henry… these must have cost a fortune!"

"Do you like them? They're proper noise-cancelling ones."

"So I don't have to listen to you anymore?! Oh my God, I love them! Thank you, thank you, thank you!" He chuckled.

"Well?!"

"Well, what?!"

"Where's my kiss?" She sighed and plonked herself next to him, pecking his fuzzy cheek. "Is that last one for me?" Henry eyed the final box beneath the tree. She gulped. Normally they promised only to buy each other a couple of joke presents. She reasoned that he spoiled her enough, even though they both knew that wasn't quite true. She'd never let Henry spend much money on her. She felt she had enough of her own and more to the point, it made her uncomfortable. But she hadn't anticipated the headphones. Uneasily, she watched as he ripped open the paper. Henry stared down at the gift for several moments. A boxset of Witcher books.

"I, er… thought you might want to double-check the source material." To this day, she didn't know how she managed to keep a straight face. He cleared his throat, put the books aside, and got to his feet. "What are you doing?"

"You've got a five-minute headstart."

***

Henry spent most of the next hour chasing her around the house, culminating in sex which lasted a further two. "Hey, do you remember our first Christmas?" He whispered eventually, his body still wrapped around her own.

"Mmm, you mean where you broke the oven door checking on the turkey?"

"I was just seeing if it was done!"

"… Or to make sure it was cooking evenly."

"Well what can I say, I'd yet to fully appreciate your culinary prowess. I think even my mum's turkey can't beat yours."

"It did that year." Henry chuckled. "But thanks for the bargaining chip. I've got something to hold over you now if ever you should cross me…"

"Ollie, look at me." She turned her head. "You've got to learn to be more forgiving…" She swatted him on the arm. "Right, come on, we can’t lay here all day."

"Oh, I thought you'd want another round?"

"Always. But come on, get dressed and then meet me in the car."

"Why? Are you throwing me out? On Boxing Day?! Oh, Henry. It was only some books." Henry ignored her deadpan face.

"Well, as deserved as that might be, it's actually so I can give you your last gift. Just put together a bag of any extra stuff you want to bring, your clothes are already packed."

"What d'ya mean? Where are we going?"

"You'll see. Come on, shift it." He spanked her backside and pulled her out of bed.

"Well hang on, I better get some knickers as well. I know you won't have packed them." Henry smirked.

***

She jogged downstairs, her rucksack already on her back, only to find Henry still in the living room. "Oh no, don't tell me the car won’t start? Didn't you only just fill it up?" The look on his face was unreadable and his arms remained crossed. "Henry, what is it?"

"Your mum just phoned." A pit opened in her stomach. "She's been trying to get hold of you since Monday. Your father’s been moved into end of life care."

"Yes, I know." She dropped her rucksack to the floor and began rooting around it, more for something to do at that moment than anything else.

"Apparently he's been sick for a while."

“I only found out last month."

"… And you didn't think to tell me?" She moved her chargers to another pocket, concerned they'd scratch her tablet. "Ollie?"

"What, Henry?" She snapped back up, exasperation now lacing her voice. He had to tread carefully.

"Why didn't you say anything?!" She sighed.

"Because you'd just given me the promise ring and found out you were playing Superman again! Things were so happy that I wanted to wait, but then they told you they were recasting, and after that came Christmas. When exactly was I meant to tell you?!"

"Don't make excuses Ollie, there's never a right moment for that sort of news and you know it. I mean I knew something was wrong, but I never suspected it was this. You've spent all this time with it weighing on you, and for what? If it was my father you wouldn't have been able to do enough for me!"

"Your Dad's not like mine!" She tried desperately to hold back her tears. Henry rushed towards her. "No, stop! I’m okay, really."

"For God's sake, stop it! No, you're not. None of this is okay! Is that where you were Friday? What the hell did he say to you?!" Relief washed over her. At least her mother hadn't told him that much.

"Nothing, we said our goodbyes and parted peacefully. I was just exhausted by the time I got back, it was a bloody long day."

"Stop lying to me, Ollie. And why aren't you talking to your mum? You can't just cut off your family— "

"Henry, enough. I'm not discussing it. Today's supposed to be our day." Henry sighed and bowed his head.

"… I just wish that, for once, you could trust me enough to be honest. That's all." He kissed her forehead, picked up her rucksack, and headed out the door.

***

For the first half an hour, the journey was mostly silent. Eventually, she couldn't stand it anymore. "I'm sorry, okay? I hate that part of my life, and I didn't want any more of it bleeding into everything we've built together--"

"Ollie, you never have to hide anything from me!"

"Just let me finish. I thought I was protecting us from all of it but… clearly not. So, in the new year, I'm gunna get some help."

"What, you mean like… therapy? Darling, I'm not going anywhere, surely you know that?"

"It's not just for us, I need some help trying to process everything better as well." Henry's heart sank.

"Okay… but please know that I'm here for you. I mean it Ollie, there's nothing you can't talk to me about. Will you let me pay for the sessions? What else can I do?"

"My savings will cover it, darling. And you do enough for me, you always have." Another silence descended over the car.

***

After an hour and a half, they finally arrived at a little cottage, perched along with its neighbour in the corner of a meadow that rolled down to a private beach. "Oh my God, is that the sea?!" Ollie clasped her hands together in delight. Henry just smiled, grabbed their bags, and led her into one of the most beautiful living rooms she'd ever seen. Low oak beams and a large, roaring fireplace framed the neatly whitewashed walls, all currently adorned with holly and ivy. "So… first impressions?"

"It's beautiful," She ducked in and out of the other rooms, her excitement only growing, "I could stay here forever!" His smile grew wider.

"Well that's lucky… cos it's yours." Henry winged a set of keys right at her, the shock of what he'd just said almost causing her to drop them.

"You what?!"

"I've still got some paperwork to sign, but it's yours darling."

"I, I…" She fell to the sofa, struggling to comprehend what was happening. He gently took a seat beside her. "Henry… you can't buy me a house!"

"Why not?" She jumped to her feet and quickly started pacing about.

"Because it's too much! We already have a lovely house! Oh my God, it must have cost the earth, at least me pay half--" Henry climbed to his feet and rubbed her shoulders in a vain attempt to calm her down.

"You're not paying a bloody penny. Consider it our holiday home if you must, but I wanted you to have a place to go when you need space. I know you find being at home tough when I'm away, so this can be a change of scenery. You love the sea and I'll feel a lot better if I know you're safe and comfortable here. And don't worry, there's a lovely older couple next door, they've already told me they're happy to help look after the place when we're gone." She was so overwhelmed she couldn’t speak. He wiped the tears from her eyes and cradled her face, "will you please accept it?" She dashed back into the hallway and Henry could hear the unzipping of her rucksack.

"… Only if you accept this. It doesn't quite compare to a house, but I hope you'll like it all the same."

"You got me a Christmas card?" She ignored his deadpan face and snatched back the envelope. She then took a deep breath.

“Henry William - and one I still can't pronounce - Cavill. You live to irritate me," Henry's look of confusion was replaced by a set of pursed lips, "you somehow manage to make more mess than Kal, as well as shed twice as much hair--"

"Is this actually leading somewhere?"

"And I'll be amazed if I don't lose all of my hair by the time you lose the rest of yours. All that being said, I don't want to miss another second of any of it, ever again. Will you marry me?"

"… What?" His voice was small and confused.

"I said, will you marry me?!" Henry blinked a few times and took a couple of steps back, rubbing his forehead as he chuckled.

"Are you serious?" She nodded eagerly. "No… you want to marry me? For real?!"

"Yes!" He then rushed towards her. Before she knew it, she was in a fireman's lift being wildly spun about while Henry whooped and cheered at the top of his lungs. Poor Kal could only bark in confusion.

"HENRY! P-PUT ME DOWNNN!" By the time he stood her upright, she was close to falling down. Henry grabbed then her cheeks, which gradually helped the room stop spinning.

"Are you sure though, darling? You were adamant about not getting married. You're not just doing it because, well… I mean a lot's going on at the moment."

"Henry, whether it be love or demonic possession, I truly wish to marry you--"

"But you're not just asking because I bought the house, are you? Are these actually Playstation vouchers?" He picked up the envelope that had dropped to the floor in all the chaos.

"Oh… I thought you wanted Xbox ones?" Henry's mouth fell open, causing her to snicker. "Why don't you just open it?" He eyed her suspiciously before tearing open the envelope. "As I was the one to propose, I thought you'd probably want to pick out the rings. So… is that a yes then?" Henry's vision blurred as he looked down at the invitation for a fitting at a bespoke jeweller.

"Henry?!" She wiped the tears that spilled down his face as he nodded.

"… But what about our promise rings?"

"Well, they can be our engagement rings." Henry chewed his lip, still struggling to believe what was happening.

"So are you going to be a 'Mrs?' And take my last name?"

"Mm-hm."

"Are you gunna wear a dress?"

"Mm-hm."

"Can I call you 'wife,' now? All the time?"

"Mmm… let's say twice a day. Once in the morning and once at night. And only after we're married."

"Okay well let's circle back to that… can we have guests? Not too many but a few? Where are we going to have it? And when?!" His face was so eager and bright that she couldn't help but smile.

"Well… this place looks like it's got a nice little garden. Why don't we have it out there as soon as the weather's warmer? We could then go back to ours and have a garden party, that way more people could attend afterward--" Henry quickly pulled her into a tight hug.

"… You don't have to do this just to make me happy." She smiled against the middle of his chest, the weight of his arms around her only adding to her comfort.

"I'm doing it because of how happy you make me, you silly sod."

"I love you, my darling."

"Right up until you leave more for an eighteen-year-old?" Henry tutted.

"Look at me, I'm not going anywhere. How could I ever leave my wally Ollie?"

"But what if my arse gets bigger?"

"… How big are we talking?" She bopped him on the arm. "Well I suppose I can always have the doors widened," she rolled her eyes, "don't worry! As you said, I won't have much hair left by then, no one else will want me." She sighed. "I love you, my darling."

"And I, you. Fuck knows why."

"Well, maybe this'll also help. I'm not leaving in January."

"What? Why?! You said I could have this place to myself!" Henry roared with laughter.

"I thought you'd be pleased!"

"Well… I suppose. But what happened?"

"Filming got pushed back." She eyed him warily.

"Henry--"

"Darling, I want to be with you--"

"But you can't just turn down work! What will--" Henry gently clamped his hand over her mouth.

"Ah, much better. Now, are you gunna say it back or what?" She shoved his hand away.

"Say what, you arch idiot?"

"You know what!" She sighed again.

"I love you too. There, happy?" Henry tilted her chin and kissed her deeply.

"More than any man on God's green earth."

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miikishii · 1 year ago

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To Hold the Sea | Ch. 9

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synopsis: often times your best friend feels like he isn't your friend at all.

warnings: Angst (Dazai being an ass), emotional fights/arguments, bitterness and melancholy, crying!!!

Dazai sits comfortably against a pillow, the only light in the room coming from the lamp at his bedside. He looks over at you, his expression blank.

“Dazai?”

“Were you not expecting me?” you pause awkwardly before your response,

“Well… no, actually.”

“Hm.” He looks back at his book, or rather, your book. You asked him to read it. You can see where he’s left sticky notes and tabs of annotations. You clear your throat before coming to sit on the bed beside him.

“...How’s the book so far?”

“Fine.”

“Any favorite characters?”

“Not really, no.”

You lay back onto your pillow, trying to play off some of your awkward energy. You know he takes notice of it, he always does.

“How was Ango?” He asks nonchalantly. Something about it feels wrong. You take a breath in.

“He’s fine. He bought dinner since he was the reason we had to work overtime.”

“So that’s why you invited him home with you.” He sounds bitter. You click your tongue.

“Yeah…”

“I’m surprised the two of you didn’t end up in here,” he mutters.

“What’s that supposed to mean?” You turn to him, a glare prominent on your face.

“Oh, I think you know.” He doesn’t look up from the book.

“Is there a problem, Dazai?” He just laughs quietly to himself,

“No, really, is there something you need to say to me right now?” At this, he closes your book and puts it carefully on the table next to him. He lays back onto his pillow, his eyes level with yours when he turns to you.

“Am I not allowed to make a joke every now and then?” You roll your eyes but recognize that arguing with him, whether you know what he’s doing or not, is pointless. He’s stubborn to no end. You slide off the bed and just focus on putting on something comfortable and getting ready for bed.

When you’ve gotten settled and come back into your room, your book now rests on your bedside table, and you just catch Dazai walking away to the living room. Just with a quick flip-through of his notes, you know that, earlier, he was lying; he seems to have taken a liking to a character you claimed to be like. He agrees with you in his notes, noting that their unfortunate circumstances are quite in line with your own. It makes you smile that not only did he think of you, but he thought of you fondly, that the character he liked the most was the one he identified with you. You hear his footsteps just outside your door and you frown to yourself. He knew exactly why you invited Ango in earlier. He probably guessed the two of you would end up here no matter what. He wanted you to notice him, and he likely wanted you to notice his motive, too. ‘‘He always says the most when saying nothing at all,’ you think to yourself. You wonder if you should walk out of your room and talk to him, he seems to have put all his cards on the table. The next few steps you take are laced with doubt. He stands across the room, leaning on your kitchen counter; he looks at you quickly before returning to the glass in his hands. You tread awkwardly to the stool across from him.

“Osamu?” He looks at you nonchalantly,

“Yes?”

You realize you have no idea what to say, you just look down at your hands with embarrassment. He doesn’t mind it at all, just takes another sip of water.

“I… can understand why you’re upset. But, it’s my life. If you didn’t want to see him you could stay at your own apartment-

“You should know by now it’s not about that.” He says, still calm as ever. You hate that about him. You hate that he’s always looking you dead in the eyes, not a pinch of emotion behind his stare. Your silence speaks volumes. He already knew you were upset; you hate that about him too. That he knows you so well, and half the time you question whether you know a thing about him at all.

“Are we even friends?” You ask meekly,

“I would say so.”

“Then why? Why can’t you just tell me how you feel about something? Why can’t you just… be honest?” The phrase gives him pause. Honesty is something he fails to see in himself. So is kindness, so is good. You know that about him.

“We both know the answer to that.” He whispers it so quietly- so weakly- you almost forget who’s talking. You heir on the side of caution with your next words,

“I don’t think I do. I don’t think I know the first thing about you,” You breathe in deeply,

“I feel like I’ve given you so much of myself and I’ve gotten so little in return.”

He only offers you a dejected look to the side.

“I mean, you stay at my apartment all the time, I buy us dinner half the time, you’re on all my streaming service subscriptions,” You laugh to yourself,

“I don’t just give you myself; I give you what you need when you need it… I’m upset.” As you say this, your face falls into a heavy frown, and a lump gathers in your throat. You look around the room for something to distract you from the tears welling in your eyes, but all you see is him standing across from you, expressionless.

“Do you have nothing to say to that?” You finally choke out. You think maybe you’ve surprised him by the way he has nothing to say. It’s awkward. It’s painful to look across the counter at him, watching him rack his brain for anything to say.

“You doubt yourself too much.” He says, finally, sweetly. Just like that, he rinses his glass and quietly walks out the door. The tears that welled in your eyes before refuse to fall now. You simply walk solemnly to your room and lie down. When hours pass and you still can’t sleep, you look at the book he left on your nightstand. Your tears finally fall as you read through his notes again.

You read the cited words; line 15, page 76: “The real things are apt to be deviant.”

And in his messy handwriting: ”This reminds me of you.”

You imagine him giggling while writing it.

notes: I loved writing this; I love making my characters cry. Please tell me what you think about my emotional Dazai writing this chapter :) ALSO! Guess why I put the divider as star fairy lights this time I'll be so so surprised if anyone notices

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hellcatinnc · 10 months ago

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Long Winter Nights With You

Warning This includes: NSFW/SMUT (Read Tags Before Continuing)

Tags: nsfw, mature themes, consensual, smut, restraining, bdsm, dominance, edging, cum control, S&M blood hound (period play), S&M, senpai, master, submissive, orgasm, fingering, masturbation, squirting, akutagawa x fem! reader, akutagawa x reader, rough sex, doggy style, hair pulling, breeding, anal, shower forplay, blow job

Word Count: 2,704

Prompt List Words Used: Long winter nights spent awake, favorite blanket, snowball

Feature: Akutagawa x Fem! Reader

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Its been one of them winters snow everywhere, cold night left awake cause you just can't get warm enough. You bit the bullet today and decided to ask Akutagawa to come spend the weekend with you. So its rocky between you two there is no actual label if anything its your flirty and he is aggressive. You were finally able to talk him into staying in your winter home, he just doesn't know you will be there all weekend too. He thinks he is just going there to spend a weekend in pure quietness and you have a ulterior motive. Your now cuddled under your favorite blanket since your hands are still bone chilled from playing in the snow earlier having snowball fights with the snowman you made. Your life is a bit lonely but you have kept it that way since your whole life has been in and apart of the port mafia.

You still remember the day you met Akutagawa his beautiful face, the 2 toned hair, the sexy way he carries himself you were such a sucker for this almost badass meets vampire style he had going on. Since that day you have done anything to get close to him however you don't work under him directly but you were at least able to get it passed around about your home for the winter not sure who you need to thank but somebody got him on board. Anyways your plan was to seduce him over the weekend and have hot crazy sex with him to that he is hooked on the very essence of your pussy that he never wants to let you go. Yes you know its a bit of a stretch but still want to try the worst thing is he will just leave and thats it.

It was about a hour away from the time he was to arrive you decide you have warmed up as much as you can in front of the fireplace now its to be a knock out and hope to catch his eye. You were upstairs when he got there, you heard him downstairs complaining with his suitcase and the stupid cold. You smiled at the way he thought he was alone and was so cute in how he talked to himself. Then you see a young girl that come in behind him and your heart sank. Does he have a plus one in his life you were so sure everyone said he was single. Here you are standing upstairs in a sexy black and red dress ready to pounce him and how are you going to explain this if he has a girlfriend. You tried to figure out how to make this work and were frantic to figure it out fast.

As soon as you saw them go back to the car to get stuff you slid downstairs sliding out the back door and around the side of the house. You were not dressed to be out in this cold but you had no choice, guess you would be staying in a hotel in town and having to walk there in heels was going to make this the absolute weekend. As you thought they had both gone back inside you slowly walked around the side of the house to be faced with Gin who had a blade to your throat in seconds. She had heard you upstairs when you didn't even know and she waited for you outside. Not long after she had you slammed against the outside of the house Akutagawa came out with his power elevated ready to attack. "P-Please!!! This is my house...I didn't mean to scare you two. Please don't hurt me I am with the port mafia too." You begged practically for your life right then.

They gave you the chance to explain that it was your home and you plans fell through last minute so you had no where to go. The great great thing as you were telling them you were leaving so that the happy couple could be alone and Gin started laughing. She told you it was her brother and you were relieved but Akutagawa really hadn't found it funny nor had he really paid much attention to you after finding out the mix up instead he headed back to grab their things and leave. One you realized what he was doing you begged Gin to stop him. It didn't take rocket science on her part to realize you were into her brother so two made a deal. She would talk him into stay while she stayed in town however he would just think she was buying food for the night.

You went back inside while she talked to her brother cause you were so cold. You got inside wrapping your blanket around you again and sitting in front of the fireplace trying to get warm. You heard him enter with the bags again and he sat in the chair across from you at the fire place. She had told him you all were going to have dinner tonight and go from there and wouldn't let him argue so here you two were sitting across from each other in front of the fireplace. You knew he only talked when he had to you just had to figure out how to. You saw him talk to his sister like any other normal person but she is the only one he lets in like that. You eventually decide to take a different approach so you throw back your blanket showing off your long bare legs. You have them slightly open so he can even see you little lacy black panties as well. He still said nothing, he just sat there watching what you were doing with no expression on his face.

After a bit of him watching you decided to get a bit bolder and spread your legs letting him see all of your panties, still no expression he just watched. You slide your fingers down under the thin material barely covering your slit and slowly start massaging your clit. You bite your lip look over at him as you keep rubbing until your clit is nice and engorged, meaning your time to play. You stared straight at him as you started rubbing slow at first then pushing yourself you did it faster. You breath deepened and you started to pant. Before you knew it you had your eyes closed with your back arched really enjoying the feeling of touching yourself all while thinking about him. The thought he was watching was super turning your on. Your wetness grew the more you flicked those fingers across your pleasure button.

You were getting so close to such a sweet orgasm when you heard his sexy voice tell you not to come. You weren't expecting this he leans in whispering in your ear "Beg For It!" You hear these words and your instantly so hot for this man, your even more surprised he has moved your hand and plunged his fingers deep into you before giving you a chance to get used to it. He is a bit rougher than your used to but he aggressively rubs your clit and finger fucks you at the same time. Your body flushes hot you are so over the top in pleasure and just want to release and he is telling you to beg for it. No one has ever edged you before then refused your release so you squirm a bit before needing to say these words because you feel like you're going to burst. "Ple...ease L-Let Meeee Come!!" You think this is enough but its not he tells you that you have to call him Senpai when you beg. Your so turned on by this he wants to be your master and make you want it like you have never wanted anything in your life.

The build up inside of you has you mewling, and whimpering before you moan loudly begging once more for release. "Senpai, PPPlllease Let Meee Come For You!!!" Then you see this wicked smiled come across his face as he leans forward kissing your lips and whispers in your ear "Come!!!" The simple word and you find your body convulsing and squirting all over his hand. No man has ever turned you on like this or brought you to such a brink of pleasure. You are surprised when looking down that his fingers are covered in blood and your juices. He was so rough that it caused your period to start, you were a bit embarrassed but so surprised he wiped his hand on the blanket and proceeded with taking his throbbing slick cock from his pants. He honestly didn't care if you were on your period he was going to fuck you even if it mean things were going to be even messier.

He pushed your legs back putting them on his shoulders as he positioned his cock against your entrance. The head of his cock pulsating as you yearned for it to be submerged in your very core, however wasn't long before you looked up and could tell he wanted you to beg for it yet again. He leans down kissing your lips passionately as he pulls back he softly bites your lips letting you know he is ready for you. Your body on fire and all you can think about is him so deep inside of you. It doesn't take long to make you beg yet again you don't even care if its embarrassing or not you want him and you want him now. "Senpai, I need you inside me please.....!!" He shakes his head no as he pushes his cock a little inside you making you squirm more. He has you right where he wants you and your at his very mercy. You moan and beg, whimpering to his needs... "PLEASE SENPAI, I NEED TO FEEL YOU IN ME!!" After screaming this at him he has a grin across his face.

He runs his fingers up your body make his way up to your nipples he flicks them getting them nice and hard then he starts to pull on them rolling them between his fingers. He has you moaning and into a total mess. When you think this torture is over he reaches down flicking the same fingers across your pleasure button forcing your body to glisten the top of his shaft when you moan and release dribbling out causing his cock to get nice and shiny with your juices. You arch your back and beg him once again screaming it this time louder than before.... "SENPAI, PLEASE SHOW ME YOU OWN ME!" Oh this triggered something in him he needed that control, he ached for it and without another thought he slammed his cock so deep into your wetness and fucked you with such urgency.

Your body being manhandled and thrashed about in a more violent way than your used to. Its not painful but you can tell he is determined to get his seed so deep in such a fast pace that you can't help but gasp at his erratic movements. He reached back holding your hands to restrain you, as he continues to smash his cock deeper into you with full control. He was owning your pussy, he was owning you all you could do is give into his needs, his whims, you were now his. His orgasm hit its pink flooding your inside and spilling all down your ass. He flipped you over and stuck his prick back into you holding your hips as he fucked you doggy style. Your body was giving him more wetness and he was allowing you the need of releasing as you wanted as he had his way with you.

He reached up grabbing a hand full of your hair giving it a nice tug as he plunged deeper into your fuck hole, he couldn't get enough of you and he was driving you crazy. This was more than you expected but even his roughness was turning you on. You knew he was rough in his line of work you had no idea he would fuck you just as rough. He was fucking you like it had been forever since he had done this and you were getting all that pent up aggression & sexual frustration. You moaned and screamed as he made you his over and over again. Fucking your pussy pounding it hitting your g-spot causing your body to shake with pleasure, as he did it again and again. You lost track of time as he drenched you in his come, your juices, and even your period blood. He didn't care he fucked you raw and continued to fill your pussy full of his seed. He was trying to breed you even though he didn't say it, the urgency he wanted to shove so much of it in you told you this.

After all the groaning and moaning and his balls smacking against your ass, all the coming, the exhaustion was starting to set in but he still wasn't done. He was determined to own all your holes, he slid his very well lubricated cock out of your pussy and slammed it into you ass hole. You had never had someone fill you up in so many way, never owned you like this. Your asshole had never been fucked before and yet he was still rough ass your asshole tightened around his cock he filled your ass up with his hot jizz as well. He was leaving his mark on you and when he was done you were going to have so much of his seed in you that you were sure to be pregnant. When he pulled out of your ass he left you with his come dripping out both holes and he looked proud of himself when he flipped you over and started kissing your lips again.

He laid there beside you holding you after your tryst it didn't take long for you both to fall asleep after having a long winter night spent awake fucking most of it. The morning came and you woke in his arms, you were sticky and knew a shower would help you rejuvenate, but you really didn't want to leave his side. After awhile of laying there looking at him sleep he was so beautiful he began to stir. He opened his eyes and softly smiled at you, this is something you never saw this man do. He brushed the hair back off your face and leaned in kissing your lips ever so gentle, nothing like last night at all. The first thing he asked you which surprised you was if he hurt you. This was so out of character but then the way he looked at you was with love in his eyes, maybe he just needed someone he could connect with like that.

You two decide to get a shower to get all the dried juices off your skin. He suggests you taking one together. You lather each others bodies up and make sure to clean everything from the night before leaving no trace of this hot and sexy rough rendezvous'. To make sure he owned every last part of you, after cleaning up you drop to your knees and take his cock deep in to your throat. You suck making him groan as he puts his hands on your head guiding it down on his manhood. Faster and faster until his seed spills into the back of your throat. This has been such an exhausting 24 hours that you two decide to have breakfast then cuddle by the fire for the next day the rest of the vacation time that is. It was such a great winter vacation, and you two never talk about this weekend ever again once back at port mafia, yet loaded with so many memories. He wasn't the type that could invest in a relationship however you were grateful for the hot time he gave you with alot of firsts and how he owned you like no other ever has or ever will again.

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