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The Flowers of Waverley Road, Part 1

Summary: Magnus Romano is a fierce leader of the biggest Mafia family in Boston. And deep outside of the negotiating and the city he has remained to keep his daughters hidden. But continues to use them as a bargaining agent. Each daughter has their own journey and story. Each daughter has their own tests and heartbreak. And each daughter is fiercely loyal to each other. His pretty little flowers. His major point of bribery. But they’re not as delicate as Magnus thinks that they are, or as stupid.

Pairings: August Walker X Orchid, Nick Fowler X Lotus, Jax Teller X Dahlia, Jack Bass X Violet, Ari Levinson X Lavender

Rating: explicit

Warnings: explicit language, explicit sexual content, oral sex (female receiving), fingering, masturbating (F), arranged marriages, misogyny, age gap, power imbalance, implied abuse, 18+ ONLY

Word Count: 8k

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“Mr. Levinson?” Ari looks up from his magazine he had just been staring at, annoyed at all the clearance that was necessary for this job. It was a house completely out in the middle of nowhere. A house so far off the beaten path, one would assume they were in an endless loop of trees. “Miss Romano will now see you. Should you be hired, make sure you wear different shoes.”

Ari glances at his old worn boots; a bit dusty, stained in paint, and sure a bit dirty. He didn’t ask to come to this ridiculously white office. Why was everything so white? Not even a fingerprint in sight. Possibly the rumors of burned off fingerprints was factual.

His heavy footfalls carry him into Miss Romano’s office, and she looks up from her computer glaring at him. “I didn’t ask to come here, sweetheart,” Ari smirks, planting himself on a white coach, and she grimaces at him. Even she is decked out in white. Head to toe. White business dress that clings to every inch of her curves. Some things never changed. She hadn’t aged a day.

“Mr. Levinson, we take people going to Waverley Road very seriously,” her long manicured fingers tap on the desk, and she slides her chair back. Walking in front of the desk to lean against the edge. His eyes roam up and down every inch of her, “And we take people abusing the ability to get onto the property very seriously. You understand what you are signing on for? People not directly involved in my family’s business rarely ever make it this far.”

“Family business, huh? Is that what they’re calling the mafia these days?”

“I’m not quite sure I follow, Mr. Levinson,” Ari nods his head, even though he is aware that she knows exactly what he’s referring to. “A background check was done on you. A lot of petty crime. You will not be permitted inside of the house.”

“Why? Do you have a princess locked up in that tower?” The woman stands unmoving. They did. They had some princess locked in there all alone in the middle of nowhere, “Just how many flowers of Waverley Road are there? I lost count.”

“Mr. Levinson.”

“Rumors of the Romano flowers are all throughout the city. None as beautiful as you, Miss Lotus Romano. Unwed because she’s unfit, and can’t be used as a bargaining tool. Magnus knows her worth, and wants to keep his pretty little daughter happy. Which one finally was sold to the highest bid of Jack Bass? Which one gets to be bought by Bart Bass? The Romanos are in the Basses pocket, and everyone knows it. Can’t forget your little delinquent of a sister. Has she ever been found?”

“Are you finished, Mr. Levinson. Insulting my family is not a great way to get a job. I am the one allowing you into our family mansion. I am the one that will either give you this job, or take it away from you. Do not question my authority in my family,” Ari’s eyes slowly blink close as he tilts his head to her. Leaning back and getting more relaxed in his chair.

“The last interview I had there was only three files on your secretary’s desk. You don’t have too many people vying for a chance to work for your family. I believe I’m all that you’ve got. You don’t have a choice. My work is good and clean. And I come with great references. Where is Nicky? Getting his cock sucked by some bimbo?”

“Now that is enough,” she slaps her hand on the desk, turning her back to Ari. He could speak all he wanted to about her family, but bring up Nick, and she shuts down, and shows emotion. She calmly picks up her phone, ringing her secretary, “Cici, have Nick escort Mr. Levinson to Waverley Road. If he’s to have anyone working with them, they have to be cleared with me, and he’s only allowed one person.”

“Uh, Frank Adler?” Ari clears his throat, because a request for some help had already been sent in. If it hadn’t made it to Lotus, there was no telling when Frank would be approved.

“His file is being processed. That may take a couple of weeks.”

“A couple of weeks? How the fuck am I going to get any work done?”

“Figure it out,” Lotus gently lays her phone back on the receiver. Walking around to her chair, and ignoring Ari, “You may go. Nick will make sure you make it to Waverley Road in one piece. And if Mr. Adler should be cleared, he will join you. There is a small house in front of the mansion, you can stay there, Frank as well, should he be approved. Make sure that you have your bags packed. You’re going to be stuck on Waverley Road until all the repairs are finished. Should you need something, Nick can be of assistance. Should you want to leave, don’t. We own you now, Mr. Levinson.”

Bitch. Ari stands, and walks back out to the foyer, waiting on his former roommate. Lotus really was the cold bitch that everyone claimed that she was. Heart of stone, and no fucks given, but she had a weakness. This is what Ari wanted and needed. And he had completed this part. Now onto the mansion.

Nick looks at himself in the mirror, straightening out his hair when he looks at his phone, “Hey, sweetheart.”

“I asked you not to call me that while in this building. Mr. Levinson was approved. You need to take him to Daddy’s summer mansion.”

“Isn’t your baby sister there?” Nick did not foresee the luck of having the most awkward and needy of the sisters at the mansion. A girl that would open up to anyone that was giving her attention.

“And that’s where she will stay, until Daddy decides what he’s going to do with her. There are a few that she has caught the eye of. Don’t know if they are profitable though.”

“You know casually talking about your sisters being in an arranged marriage is a little concerning. Should I be alarmed?” His eyebrow cocks up as he shuts down his office.

“I’ve got the files, Nicky. No one has ever asked for my hand in marriage, and Daddy has never offered. I supposed I’m going to remain an old spinster that is too smart for this whole operation.”

“Would you take marrying someone you’re in business with? Like, I don’t know, the man that has no one above him in this family, but your father?” He would continue to ask any chance he got, until she said yes.

“You forget, this is only business. Don’t confuse casual sex with anything more than a fix. Take Mr. Levinson to Waverley Road.”

“Make sure you’re waiting at my house, in one of the pretty little lace numbers I got you. I’ll take your Mr. Levinson to the mansion, and explain the ground rules. I’ll see you when I return,” he doesn’t wait for a response. He never does. And she is always waiting for him. Every time. Giving him so much, and so little all at the same time. It was infuriating that the one thing he wanted, she was still keeping guarded. Her heart.

He struts out into the waiting room, snapping a finger towards Ari, “Follow me. You sure know how to piss people off, you know that?”

“Well, what’s the fun in knowing I got the job if I can’t play around a bit? So Lotus Romano?”

“What?” Nick stops to turn around and look at the man. Ari is a beast. Taller than most men he had ever seen, and wide. His skills we’re definitely better suited in other avenues besides a carpenter.

“Who is at this mansion?” Ari gives his old friend a wink. Nick was not someone he wanted to piss off. He needed Nick, and clearly he and Lotus did not want to joke about their ‘relationship’.

“It’s best if you leave that one alone,” Nick responds, spinning on his heels and continues to the parking garage.

“Why is that?” Dig a bit more. It was what Ari is good at. Get more information, and if she was as pretty as her sisters, how bad could it be?

“She’s barely legal.”

“Ahh, but she is legal. Is she promised to someone? Chuck Bass maybe? Would he finally sell one of his daughters to a more age appropriate man? How is Jack’s new bride?” Nick grunts out his own frustrations. Magnus was living in the dark ages. “He had all those girls for more than having children, huh?”

“I don’t want to talk about them. They have very little say in what he’s doing. Lavender will fall in line like her sisters before her.”

“Worked out well for Dahlia,” Ari surmises, settling himself in Nick’s car. “How is she?”

“Teller keeps her busy. She got what she wanted. Away from the Basses, and away from her father.”

“And why do you suppose that is?” Nick keeps his eyes on the road. As long as Ari didn’t bring up Lotus, he was okay. No one ever got away with speaking about her. “So, Jack’s bride complied, and the Basses still funded Magnus’ dying empire. He’s nothing without the Basses. He basically became a tool for them. They’ll continue to use him to get what they want, and when they’re done, well, you know what will become of Magnus and his daughters.”

“And what exactly are you going to do about it?” Nick turns to glare at Ari. A man that talked a big game about something he was not technically a part of. It was complicated.

“Nothing. I’m just a carpenter. Being forced to live out in the middle of nowhere, I can't leave my base until the repairs are done. Out there all alone with nothing to keep me busy but a barely legal flower.”

“Going inside of the house is unwise. You are to stay outside,” another warning of staying outside, and not entering the house.

“Why? Is there something wrong with Rapunzel?”

“She is to be kept chaste,” Ari snorts. They were never really chaste. None of them. People talk. Little girls locked up in towers always had their vices. Their way with men and women to get what they wanted. More so of what they needed. “Bart isn’t interested. However, there are others that are looking at Lavender. The flowers of Waverley Road are now a legend.”

“What about Lotus,” Nick warps the car over to the side of the road, and wraps his hand over Ari’s throat. “Easy. We’re on the same side.”

“You do not deserve to speak her name,” Nick spits out at him. That was his first strike.

“What happens when she’s sold to the highest bidder? Dahlia was smart, she got out while she could. Leaving her sister to be claimed and promised to Jack. Lotus isn’t promised to anyone. Do you think that will last? Do you think her father won’t sell her?”

“She’s valuable on her own. Magnus needs her, and her brains.”

“And her sisters are nothing but the flesh in between their legs? I see. Things worked out well for Orchid,” the oldest of the sisters. The one who stood tall and proud. Walked side by side with her husband. A man that would kiss the ground she walked on, if she asked.

“You don’t know what you’re talking about,” Nick huffs, putting the car back into gear. Turning onto the famed road, and the long journey to the mansion. No one ever knew or understood the Romano family. Even Nick, despite Lotus randomly dropping tidbits.

“Do I not? I’m risking my life being here.”

“No one asked you to,” Nick whispers. It was a lie. One that they were both aware of. Ari was asked. And it was worth the risk, should he be successful.

Trees are so heavy down this road a lesser man would feel as if he was losing his mind. There was nowhere to go but forward, or back from which you came. No one dared to come out this far, and judging by the security stations on the way in, they would never make it to the point that they currently are. Guarded by more than the maddening forest.

It was boring. No wonder he was being asked to live on the property. “How much land does Magnus own?”

“All of it,” Nick answers with finality. Ari had pissed him off. Nick was easy to talk to, until you made him get into his head about Lotus. “You are not to go into the mansion.”

“So I’ve heard.”

“There’s your quarters,” Nick points at a small cabin, not at all grand. “It’s big enough to sleep at least four people. You will be given a car that you can commute from here to the mansion. You are not to step foot inside. Lavender can be a bit persuasive, you are not to listen to her under any circumstance. However, should her life be in danger, you risk yours to save her. That is how it goes. You wanted to be surrounded by the flowers. You are. And this…”

A gigantic mansion comes into view. An otherworldly and old look to it with ivy growing up the sides. It looks haunted. Should anyone happen to unluckily stumble upon it, it would terrify them. And right by the pool was a gorgeous and completely nude young woman sunbathing.

“My god,” Nick, irritated puts his car into park. “She was told you were coming today. Cover your eyes,” Ari would not. Perfect tits on that one. She was hot, and she knew it. Fresh Brazilian wax. She wanted to be seen. “Lavender! Put some fucking clothes on.”

Her mouth turns up into a smirk, but she doesn’t move, “If I am to live out here all alone, I’m going to take advantage of the privacy.”

“And I told you,” she stands up, and Ari gets a full body look at her, turning back around to awkwardly bend over to gather her hat. Awkward because she wanted Ari to see her puffy, velvety, and scrumptious cunt. “Lavender!”

“Aw, Nicky, don’t look as I walk away,” Nick turns away from her, and grabbing both tits, she jiggles them just for Ari to see. Ari would not be staying away from her. She wanted to show him her body, and he was going to look. “I’m going inside to fuck myself.”

“I hate you. How am I ever going to tell your sister about this?”

“Just don’t tell her I put a strap on my giant teddy,” Ari likes her. He was sure she was more talk than anything. But she needed it. Bad. “Daddy has me out here all by myself, I should be able to have some fucking fun!”

“Go fuck your teddy bear then!” Lavender flips his back off before finally walking into the house. She wasn’t entirely lying, and wasn’t entirely telling the truth. Fixing the roof she was told. She was aware of the area where the roof leaked. And she had a plan. If she was going to be out here bored while all her sisters got to have a man touch them, she was going to have some fun. With the carpenters.

“Ignore her.”

“How can I? My god, she either needs someone to lay her over their lap and spank her ass, or she needs a real good fucking,” he tilts his head, trying to continue to look at her. Still she was shaking her tits at him. Pinching her nipples, before walking away.

“She’s a liar. All she wants is attention, and you’re giving it to her,” Nick slaps Ari in the back of his head. Ari and her could potentially be a problem, or the best thing they didn’t plan on, “Your boxes will be coming here by tonight. This is the key to your car. There is the garage. I’ll have Lotus message you the key codes for everything. And stay out of the fucking house.”

“Yeah, yeah,” Ari groans, getting out of the car. “This my supplies?” He asks, pointing over to a mountain of lumber and boxes upon boxes of things.

“Yes. Have fun, Ari. Don’t say I didn’t warn you. Also, Magnus and the other girls will be here tonight for dinner. Make sure you’re at home.”

“So you’re saying if I want to fuck the princess I better do it before tonight?” He bites at his lip, looking back into the house, hoping to see those perfect tits.

“I’m saying don’t be looking at tits, and have nothing done before they get here,” jumping into his car, Nick drives back into the city, and back to Lotus’ office. Speaking of fucking, she owed him dessert. She could continue her work, while he feasted on the sweetest thing he had ever tasted.

Ari looks up at the mansion, wondering where Lavender had gone. He just wanted to have some fun, and enjoy something nice to look at. Instead he starts opening up a few of the containers. Sweat pours down his brows as he unloads everything. Minor repairs, and it would get done faster with a crew. But Magnus didn’t want a crew here.

Hearing one of the sweetest little moans, he looks towards a window. There she was. Still needing to be seen. Playing with her tits, and grinding on the arm of a couch. Ari completely knows why Magnus didn’t want a crew. She is looking straight at him begging, “Ari!” She whines, placing her hands in front of her to grind even faster.

Her tits look even more amazing as she works herself over the furniture. “Ari, the door is unlocked.”

“Well, hell,” it was an invitation, and who was he to say no. Walking into the mansion, and breaking the one main rule he has, he follows her desperate sounds. Tiptoeing into a sitting room, and there she was. One of the most amazing women he had ever met. What a welcome gift he was getting. “What cha doing?”

“Imagining I was riding you?” She was needy. Moving over this arm of the couch like her life depended on it. “You like my titties?”

“Oh I love them. You making a mess on the couch?”

“Uh huh. You can lick it up if you want. You can play with my tits, too.”

“Oh, I think I want you to lick it up,” her eyes go wide as she stares up at him. Black seas of lust in her eyes, glossy and still so innocent. He steps closer, reaching out to pinch both of her nipples. “You never been talked to like that? If you want to be a desperate little slut, I can treat you like one.”

He rolls her nipples in between his fingers, and she arches her back, bringing herself closer to him. Moving her hands behind her, Ari sees her pretty puffy lips spread over the leather. A trail of slick gathering on the arm. She was a pretty little thing. “I’m going to suck your tits, okay?”

“Uh huh, please!” He wanted his fingers in her. His mouth closes around one nipple, and her body loses self control. Screaming out his name, until he pulls off her with a pop. Looking at her wide eyed at her outburst. Her juices drip down onto the couch and floor.

“Did you just squirt from me barely sucking on your nipple?”

“What?” Ari’s hand swipes up her honey, showing her just how soaked his fingers are. “I uh…”

“Show me your pussy. I’ll taste that, too. If you think sucking on your nipples feels amazing. Sucking on you right here,” his finger touches her clit, and she shivers, mewling out his name, while her body searches for more pressure from him. “Show me.”

Lavender scoots down onto the couch, legs already spreading wide, and Ari gulps. She was an easy target, “Tell me, sweetheart,” Ari begins as he gets down to his knees, smiling down at her bare and leaking cunt, “Who visits out here?” His hand lays flat over her mound, and she squeals. “Uh uh, who visits out here?”

“No — no one.”

“I don’t feel like you’re being truthful. Big house, sweet little slut like you, all alone with just me. What would happen if I fucked you right here?”

“No!” She shakes her head no rapidly, and when he tries to remove his hand she slaps her own over his. “You can play with me. No sex.”

“We did just meet, hmm?” leaning a bit closer, his hand slides up to spread apart her lips, giving just the most sweet kiss over her bundle of nerves. “Who comes out here? Your father?” Peering up at her, his tongue flicks over her little bean, and Lavender struggles to talk.

“Sometimes. I don’t want to talk about him right now.”

“Who else?” She gives him a little pout, trying to pull him closer to her heat. Needing nothing more than to have him kitten lick her again. “No, you tell me who else comes here, and I’ll suck on this clit, until you’re coming in my mouth. Maybe put a finger in that sweet puss.”

“Bus-bus-business associates. The Basses, and…some man I don’t know. Please, Ari, I want you to put a finger in me.”

“Only one for now. Maybe you can figure out who else is coming here for me, and I’ll give you even more fingers. I don’t want anyone to walk in on me feasting on your cunt. Just be a good girl for me, and I’ll make sure to ruin you, okay?”

She nods her head, and Ari dives right in. Wrapping his lips around her overly sensitive clit, and swiping a finger up and down her slit. Letting her get good and squirmy until he sinks one finger in. Her walls immediately start pulsing around him. She was a responsive little thing. A perk of the job he supposed. Get information and get to fuck her. It wasn’t a bad trade off.

Pumping his finger in and out of her, and her hips start to move with him. Her hands squeeze on her tits. Magnus was a fucking idiot. Leaving this pretty young thing that was begging to be fucked all alone. And she had a mouth on her. Willing to say anything as long as she was touched and got off.

She was ridiculously tight. Clearly she was pretty inexperienced. Which made her a danger to herself. Or maybe she was the perfect daughter to sell to pay for his next business venture. He was an idiot. She wouldn’t be inexperienced when Ari finished with her.

“Ar-Ar-Ari!” His arm was dripping in her cream and slick. Lines of arousal puddles into his hand, and the loudest squelching sounds he had ever heard echo in the empty house. She is just about gone. Dumb and pliable. Just for Ari. “Ari!” She screams, gushing into his mouth. “Ari!” Her voice starts to go soft as she pushes him away, “Stop. Stop, I’m throbbing.”

“Yeah,” he leans back, wiping her honey off his beard. Keeping her lips spread, “Look at that little clit. It’s all swollen. You can see your heartbeat in it. Did you have fun, Rapunzel?”

“Uh-huh,” she is mesmerized looking down at her little hole. He had made her feel things that she had never felt before. They both watch as he drags his finger out of her quivering hole, and he gives it a long stare. Projecting spit onto her spread cunt before rubbing it in. Giving her sensitive nub a flick, she trembles. “Can we do it again?”

“Remember what I said, princess,” Ari slips his soaked up fingers past her lips, and like a good girl, she sucks her juices and his spit off him. “And I’ll look at and taste that cunt whenever you want me to. But I hear your family is coming over tonight. You better clean up your mess. You’d hate daddy to see what a mess you made. Maybe next time I’ll let you fuck my fingers. Just have them there while you and those pretty tits bounce. Run along. Don’t wear clothes the next time I see you.”

She sits up, and hungrily kisses on Ari’s mouth. Tasting her arousal and moaning before she sits back, making her tits jiggle for him before going to get some things to clean up the mess. She was trouble. But what a fun trouble she was going to be.

“Daddy!” The oldest of the Walker children runs up to his father. Jumping into his father’s arms, and August throws him up in the air. “Daddy, we’re going to the castle when you get dressed.”

“I know, buddy. You want to pack you and sissy some toys? I think mama said we’re staying the night. It’s such a long drive back out to the city,” he sets his son down, and Tripp runs off to gather some toys, while August heads into the bedroom, seeing his beautiful wife zipping up their suitcase.

“You’re late,” she answers shortly. Standing up, only to smooth her dress down, refusing to look her husband in the eyes. “Carys is asleep, and going to be in a foul mood at dinner all because you are late.”

“Orchid, honey, I’m not here to argue. I’m here to change, so we can leave.”

“This has put us thirty minutes behind. And,” her words get lost in her mouth as August steps up to her and starts kissing on her neck. “Don’t try to butter me up. Carys is going to be in an ill mood because…mmm — because we’ll have to wake her up from her nap,” his kisses always are the best. Scattering kisses all down her chest, before the softest peck is placed on her lips.

“Carys is going to get to spend the night with her aunt Lavender. Tripp as well. And mommy and daddy get to have fun all night long, and not worry about anything,” dipping his hand under her dress he grabs a handful of her breast. “And mommy is going to let daddy ravish her.”

“Auggie…” she starts to pant out, leaning more into him. Eyes glazing over as she slips into a submissive state.

August clears his throat, and steps away quickly, leaving her to huff out in irritation, “Honey, we’re already late.”

“You’re insufferable. The reason you’re late?” August silently walks into their closet, beginning to change into something a bit more casual. Not saying anything, “I see. The family business.”

“Did you know that your father hired a carpenter, finally. He went out to the property today. I hear your sister gave him quite the greeting.”

Orchid steps to the edge of their closet watching her sexy husband change, and all with a blank face, “Daddy’s stupid. You know how Lavender is. And why shouldn’t she be? Babied by all of us, and mostly Daddy. He’s kept her away from everything, and…” Orchid takes a deep calming breath, looking down at her wedding ring, and August catches the gesture. “She has no idea.”

“Did an arranged marriage turn out so bad for you?”

“You are only a few years older than me. Dahlia ran away. Lotus is praying Daddy never takes her away from Nick, and Violet…don’t make me think about that. He’s old. He’s too old for her. She’s twenty-five.”

“And he’s forty-five.”

Orchid chuckles, turning to go back to their bedroom before placing a family photo in his hands, “Are you going to make our daughter marry someone that is twenty years older than her? Keep her hidden away from men so she’s a virgin when she’s married. This is medieval shit, August.”

“Jack paid handsomely. And your sister was no virgin,” Orchid rolls her eyes, starting to walk away, but August grabs onto her wrist, “And no. I would never make Carys marry anyone. I’m not the head of a goddamn mafia family. You know…you know why he does this.”

“We didn’t ask for this, August. We’re just pawns in this fucking game, and we have no say. If…I got lucky. Lotus is trying to play by Daddy’s rule, and all she wants is Nick. One sister runs away so she’s not sold to Jack, so he buys the next one. And what of Lavender? She’s twenty, and…”

“Bart isn’t interested. Chuck on the other hand,” August shrugs, buttoning up his shirt, “Plus, from my understanding another is interested. She could be married in a few years. She’ll finally get what she desires above all else; a man’s admiration. I wouldn’t worry too much about it.”

“Oh?” She cocks up her eyebrow, getting distracted from whimpering cries on the monitor, and August starts to leave the closet. Heading straight towards their daughter’s room. “No, you do not ignore me, August Walker. Why should I not have to worry about Lavender being sold?”

“You make it sound so gross. It’s business. You and your sister agreed to it. It’s not like Lavender can’t get out, just like Dahlia did.”

“Answer me,” she stomps her foot outside of Carys’ bedroom. Brows furrow as she stares up at her husband. “Do not open her door, until you answer me.”

“Our daughter is crying.”

“August?”

“Remember when I told you the less you know the better off you are? You don’t know how to lie, so it’s best if you know nothing. Go get Tripp, and let’s head out to the mansion. I’ll make sure she’s changed, okay?” It wasn’t the answer she wanted, but somehow August always managed to keep her and the babies safe.

“Fine,” she answers, turning to fetch their son. Letting August deal with their toddler.

“Hey, baby.”

“Daddy, I cy,” she stumbles out of her bed, reaching her arms up high for him.

“I know, baby. We’re going to go to the castle tonight.”

“Ooh! Pity dess.”

“Yep, mommy picked out a beautiful dress for you. Let’s change you, and take you to the potty, it’s a long drive, okay? You gonna sleep with Lav Lav tonight?” She gives him a nod, and wiggles out of his arm to go to the bathroom, while August sighs. Things were falling into place, but the only thing that mattered to him were the three people in this apartment. He would pull out immediately to keep them safe. And everyone knew exactly where he stood.

Dahlia takes a long drag of the joint before handing it up to Jax who finishes the roach. Turning to look back at his wife who was staring up at the giant mansion, “We don’t have to go in.”

“Yeah, we do,” she leans up against his back, rubbing her hand over his thigh, “I need to make sure they’re okay. I was supposed to marry Jack.”

Jax hisses through his teeth, laying his hand over her own, “But you didn’t.”

“She did though. She’s a child.”

“And we’re doing what we have to, including her, to make sure the same fate doesn’t fall to Lavender. She’s convinced herself that Jack and Violet are in love,” her hand flips around, and she weaves her fingers in his. Almost ten years of marriage, and Jax was still her best friend. “She lives in a fantasy world to protect herself. It’s easier to believe that her sister is just a princess that was rescued from this tower. Lavender is emotionally stunted. She’s created this reality to save herself.”

“Stop trying to make sense. I hate it here. I hate everything about this place.”

“Yeah, but don’t we get to have fun now. You’re the badass black sheep of the family. Tattoos, piercings, and married to an outlaw. How does it feel to break the system?” Jax was the only thing that saved her. He was worth the risk of running away, and eloping the day she turned eighteen. Her father was unable to keep his promise to Jack. That time.

“I hate him,” Jax, turns back on the bike to look at her again. “Your father and Jack. If given the chance, I want to kill them.”

“You can’t talk like that. Especially not here.”

“I can. I want them both dead. Violet shouldn’t have to be a shell at the age of twenty-five. She’s going through the motions to be a carbon copy of Orchid. This deal was sick. Your father is a piece of shit. Magnus Romano will meet his demise. I just want to pull the trigger,” Jax could almost taste his blood already. He would pay for what he made his daughters do.

“There’s a timing for everything, babe. Come on. Let’s get our quarterly dinner over with. I’m good and high. Now I need a drink,” Dahlia’s eyes narrow as a man walks out the front of the house with a shit eating grin. “Mother fucker,” she grouses, slapping Jax’s leg. “Ari?”

“Well, look at what the cat drug in,” Jax holds out his hand for a shake, but Ari declines. “What gives?”

“I haven’t washed my hands since I’ve been here. It’s a bit nasty and rude. What…what are you two doing here? Didn’t think the jackass Magnus let the likes of you two step foot into his place anymore.”

“Quarterly visits. What were you doing in the house, Ari?” Dahlia slings a leg over the bike, and walks right up to him. “No men allowed.”

“I was invited in.”

“You better leave that one alone. She’s desperate. Ow,” Jax holds onto his chest where Dahlia smacked him. “What? Come on, that girl is. She is so needy living out here all alone. She gets fucking bored.”

“No. Men. Allowed, Ari. Keep your grimy little…ew, haven’t washed your hands you disgusting asshole. Get…get out of here!”

“You coming by my little humble cottage to stay? Maybe we can smoke a little? Chat?” Ari laughs, wiping his beard again, only to get hit by Dahlia. “She’s like a little chihuahua, Teller. I’m only joking,” he pushes her away with one hand when she tries to smack him again. “She’s like a big chihuahua.”

“It’s not safe to talk here,” Jax reminds Ari. “Especially not high.”

“Well, I’m stuck here for the foreseeable future. I’m only allowed to have one person on my crew. But she has been very easy and forthcoming. Easy, tiger. My god, you know how I am,” Dahlia had heard all about Ari’s sexual prowess, and he was working it on her sister now.

“You keep your hands to yourself, Levinson.”

“She’s a big girl. Let her have some fun. Teller, loosen her up a bit. Maybe she needs another good fuck on the bike.”

“Shut up, man. We’ll see you after dinner. We don’t stay here,” Jax nods his head at Ari as he walks towards the garage for his on property car. “Babe, don’t take what that man says to heart.”

“He touched my baby sister.”

“And she needs to be touched. Everybody wins here. Keep your head on right. Go on in. I’ll be in your old room, you visit with Lav. Sounds like she needs some tough love talk from you. Let her have fun, but maybe remind her sex doesn’t equal love. Not in this world.”

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“No,” Jack answers, putting on his watch as he stares at his wife. “I don’t like that dress. Put on the black one. And we’re not staying at your father’s house. It smells musty there. Nor do I want to be around the likes of Teller,” he looks at himself in the mirror, straightening out his hair before leaning back down to snort up another line of cocaine.

“No bra. I like when you get cold, and your nipples point out,” Violet slowly closes her eyes as she reaches for the black dress that Jack had laid out of her. Looking at her arm to see the tiniest healed mark. Lotus helped keep it a secret. He hadn’t discovered the implant. She didn’t want children with him.

“And put on the Tom Ford perfume. Last time you wore that Dior one, and it gave me a headache. Never wear that again. I left the jewelry I wanted you to wear out as well. I heard Chuck was asking about your sister. How much do you think she’ll cost?”

“I don’t know, dear,” Violet says walking out of the closet. She is the perfect trophy wife. She stands there, looks pretty, listens to everything she says, and lets him fuck her like an animal.

“I asked you not to call me that.”

“Yes, sir,” she responds, her voice devoid of any emotions. “We should probably leave,” he pulls down the top to her black dress, exposing her completely. “Jack.”

“I just wanted to look at you. They’re perky, and pretty. Mmm, if I could I’d make you take my cock in front of your family, so they could see how much I own you. Let’s go,” he says, slapping her ass before pulling her dress back up. “You know, I think I actually liked the navy one better. This jewelry will still work with it. Go ahead, change, but let me watch.”

“Yes, sir,” obedient, but sad. Emotionless and going through the motions. This isn’t at all how she saw married life. Everyday used as a sex doll, and humiliated even when it was the two of them. But Jack had paid a pretty price for her body, so now she is to be the trophy on his arm. The one he got to show off in front of all his friends. And she is but a vessel.

Magnus takes a puff of his cigar as he walks through the door. Hearing a dramatic cough from his oldest daughter, “Daddy, my kids aren’t used to smoking.”

“My house.”

“My kids. Either you put it out, or we leave,” no one ever goes against Magus’ words. No one argues. No one tells him what he will do. Until Orchid had children. He wanted her to marry August, she did. August had taught her a lot of things. Having a backbone was one of the many.

“Thank you,” she says when her dad lays down his cigar. It was a disgusting habit. “Tripp’s birthday is in a few weeks. My baby is going to be four, can you believe it?”

“I’m sure August is ecstatic for having a boy to carry on his name. Some of us were not so lucky. Even though we tried. Tried lots of times. August, my boy,” Magnus leaves her side to shake August’s hand. Ignoring Carys completely, even though she is in his arms.

Flashbacks of the many times her father had ignored her flow through her head. Carys reaches a hand up to August’s mouth, and he kisses over it. Looking down at her quickly before continuing on with the conversation. August would never ignore her. And August was not Magnus. She reminds herself by picking up their son, needing to touch his chubby cheeks.

“Daddy, we should eat,” Violet says out loud, grimacing when her hand is squeezed by her husband. Her eyes look down at the floor, ashamed for speaking up.

“Where is my princess?”

“Oh for fuck’s sake,” Dahlia rolls her eyes, walking into the dining hall. “She’ll make her grand entrance when we sit down. She needs to be seen, and admired. Let’s go,” she takes her seat with Jax, as far away from her father as possible, while the rest of the group follow.

Magnus takes his seat at the head of the table, eyes looking towards the door when his youngest daughter bounces in, “Hey Daddy,” she gives him a kiss before reaching to grab her niece, “Hey, my darling angel. You want to sit with me and Tripp?” Carys nods her head, loving any moment she gets to spend with her aunt.

“Daddy, can I get clearance to go to a museum tomorrow?”

“No, I’ll have Tyler bring you some more art supplies here. Just give him a list of what you need.”

“But Daddy…”

“I said no,” his hand slaps on the table, and Lavender looks down at Carys, trying to fake a grin, but is embarrassed all the same. “I’m glad we’re all here. It was high time we spent some time together. Especially you, Dahlia,” it was best not to engage in his words. Nothing good ever came from it. She bites her tongue, her fingers digging into her husband’s thigh.

“Eat,” he announces again, watching his family start to place food on their plate. Missing how Jack is the one to make the plate for Violet. While all her sisters are making their own plate, she waits for her new husband to put what he deems is the right amount for her to eat.

“Daddy?”

“Not now, princess,” Magnus glares at his youngest daughter, who gives him a quick pout. “What?”

“When do I get to be married? Or date? Or leave the mansion? Or have a boyfriend?” Violet turns to look at her sister with her mouth agape. Lavender had no clue how this worked. She also thought this was a fairytale.

“I just want the big beautiful wedding, and someone to come home to me every night.”

“Princess, you’re too young. Live a little,” she gives him a pout; her signature move with him, and it’s Orchid that clears her throat.

“There’s more to love than just a wedding, Lav. I don’t like this talk at the dinner table. This always ends in an argument, and if that happens my kids and I going to the bedroom. They are hungry. And they will eat. And that is the end of this conversation,” Orchid gives her youngest sister the sweetest smile she can muster. “Marriage is a commitment.”

“Everyone else is married though!” Lotus rolls her eyes, starting to tap her fingers on the table. “Don’t act like you and…”

“Enough!” She shouts at her sister. “Eat your food, and listen to what Orchid says. If you behave, I’ll make sure you are brought canvases, and just remember, I have eyes everywhere. How was your day laying in the sun in your new bikini?”

“It was fine,” Lavender lies. Nick told on her. It wasn’t her fault. She was bored out of her mind and Ari was sexy, and paid attention to her. And he made her feel so good. Eventually he would have sex with her, and then she could marry him. They would see. They would all see.

“It’s always a joy coming here,” Dahlia smarts, kicking her leg over to Lavender. “I’ll come by and see you this summer. Wouldn’t want you to stay all alone,” Magnus lets out a groan. The idea of Dahlia infiltrating his sweet Lavender’s mind was not something he wanted. But he wanted a nice meal even more.

Dinner becomes mostly quiet until Magnus scoots his chair back abruptly, “I have to leave. Lav, I’ll have some art supplies sent to you abruptly. Stay out of trouble. I’ll be back in a month.”

“A month?” Lavender complains when he walks out the door. “While I am here by myself forever and for all eternity.”

“A dramatic little brat that…” Jack’s hand moves to Violet’s leg, and she stops immediately.

“We should be leaving, too.”

“It’s late,” Orchid stands to walk towards her son. Picking him up from his chair, and kissing over his head. “Violet has her own living space here. You can leave in the morning.”

“We’re good tonight. Violet sleeps better in her own bed. I also have an early morning, and I don’t feel like commuting, everyone have a wonderful day. Violet, to the car.”

“Yes, sir,” while she heads towards the door, without hugs from her sister, Jack bows his head towards the Romanos, following behind her.

“I don’t like that prick,” Jax grunts. “What happened to her personality?”

“She’s in love, and married,” Lavender tries to argue.

“You are a child. That is not love. That is control.”

“Yep, that’s my cue. August, get Carys, we’re going to bed,” Orchid heads on up to her room, with August and both kids, while Lavender glares at Jax.

“I’m sorry to burst your fantasy bubble, but that’s not happiness. That’s not a fairytale. If you don’t see that, then you never knew your sister. He was supposed to marry Dahlia. What did she do? She ran away and married me. Everyone else will coddle you, but not me. The reality is, if you’re on this path, you’re next to be married.”

“Good.”

“Good?” Jax snorts, standing up. There was no talking to her. “Remind me of how good that is when you don’t get to decide who you have sex with. When you’re told who you will marry and who you will have children with. Tell me it’s good when you’re laying on your back, getting pumped full of cum from saggy wrinkly balls. That is your future.”

“Jax, that’s enough,” Lotus’ pinches the bridge of her nose. While she agrees that Lavender needed a reality check, she was in the perfect position to get everyone what they wanted.

“No! She needs to understand that this isn’t some fucking game. Well, it is this big chess game. You just need to realize what the queen is. Live in your fantasy world in this big castle in the middle of nowhere. But don’t expect the rest of us to. Orchid and August were a one in a million thing. Lotus isn’t allowed to get married because she’s too valuable to the family. Because what you saw tonight, that’s your future. A woman with no voice and no agency. I’m going to bed. Dahlia? You staying or leaving with me, babe?”

“Leaving. Lavender, open your eyes, sweetheart. Jax would never lie to you. Neither would I. Ask Lotus. We’re pawns. We’re not queens. Goodnight, baby girl.”

Lavender sighs as she leans back in her chair. Arms crossing over her chest as she looks at Lotus, “You going to tell me how stupid I am?”

“Stupid for letting a stranger see you naked. Stupid for letting the stranger in the house. Know what game you want to play before you decide to jump in and hope for the best outcome. Sissy, you’re playing a game that you don’t understand.”

“I shouldn’t trust, Ari?” Lotus sees just how young her sister is. Even for a twenty year old. She had no life experience. Was kept locked away from any normalcy, and was stunted because of it. “I liked him.”

“Just be careful with who you invite in.”

“You’re not telling me I shouldn’t trust him though.”

“Now you’re getting it. Go to bed. I won’t see you tomorrow, because I’ll have to leave early to get into work,” she walks over to her sister, giving her sister a kiss on her head. Turning to walk to her bedroom. She had given Lavender enough for this evening. Give her something to ponder while she lays awake at night, and hopefully get her head out of the clouds.

“Lo?” Lotus turns back to look at her baby sister, wishing that life could be a bit different. “Do you love Nick?”

“You shouldn’t mix business with pleasure.”

“That’s not what I asked. So do you?” a blind person could see that she and Nick were too close for business partners. But Lotus would deny it until the bitter end. “Do you love him?”

“Yes.”

“And you won’t marry him?” Lotus shakes her head no, “Violet isn’t the only one that listens to Daddy.”

“Go to sleep, princess. Learn to have your voice that isn’t controlled by a man. Goodnight.”

“Goodnight.”

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juliastory · 1 month

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Adulthood often feels like a solitary daily quest, navigating a unique, custom-made journey. As I sit in the taxi, on my way home, I feel a wave of melancholy. Part of me wishes for something to freeze time or at least this feeling, especially on a night that seems like a placeholder for a bigger tomorrow. How minuscule everything must seem in the vast universe, yet the intensity of my emotions throbs through my veins. I know there will never be another night like this, just as a river is never the same with each dip. Although there have been larger events in our lives that moved or changed us, and while I won’t remember every detail of this night, moments like these are the building blocks of adulthood, whether we like it or not.

Right now, I am questioning myself: Is this dejection, or is it the heart deepening its core? Do the free-flowing feelings rushing through my veins stem from a perpetual effort to deny inevitable changes, only to wash over me now in the stillness of the night? We are constantly told that we live in distractions; everything and everyone demands our attention, a limited resource often undermined. I do not want to be distracted. I want to hold still, for I know that I have all the people I love, and all the good, bad, and beautiful within my reach.

I thought constantly being on the move would eventually catch up with me — the dauntless Julia, who would cannonball her life into the unknown. It’s a signature move I make because I believe in the inherent goodness of life. What’s the point of not believing in goodness? Even if I were the last to believe, what is unveiled behind the curtains of uncertainty is nothing but goodness for those who believe in it. I do it anyway, even while being scared. Never dauntless, ever scared, yet persistent. For that is all I know.

Moreover, I hold no grudge or resentment for how things have turned out or for the fact that my old dream is no longer mine. Over time, I have come to understand myself differently. I am grateful for experiencing a life that was so gentle, allowing my fantasies to roam free. I’ve learned that even when we take a completely different path from what we initially envisioned, we can still find joy in the journey.

I know I am closer to who I ought to become. She is extremely familiar yet strange because I have never been there before. But if we think about it, that uncanniness, the unknown, is never fully foreign, is it? Neither for you nor me, this is not the first time.

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rollofleaf · 1 year

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WIP Wednesday oncemore!

Nadia suddenly decided to crawl into his lap, earning a brief pause as she leaned against his chest, one hand idly trailing his side. “You can stop going on about cookware. I think I’ve thought of a better use for that mouth.”

She wore only a simple sundress, leaving little of her curvy form to the imagination. Daeran reflexively wrapped his arms around her stomach, tsking and shaking his head. “Mmm, I’ve thought of it too, but I shouldn’t. You’re dangerous, you know…

The dhampir brushed a strand of hair from her eyes as she closed in for a kiss. “Stop running from me, Daeran. I’m not dangerous to you…” Their lips met in a soft embrace that made Nadia melt. Her doubts fell away as she pulled back, a sultry grin on her lips.

Daeran smirked down at her, squeezing his arms gently as he leaned forward to press a kiss to her neck. “Perhaps I will… You know, I didn’t expect a dead woman to be so soft…”

“I’m not dead. Not undead either. Just somewhere in the middle. But the softness… It’s because you’re getting Nadia the woman. Not the Aeon, not the alchemist, not the Commander. Just a woman, who right now craves your touch…” She bit down on her lip as Daeran’s heavenkissed frame pressed against her generous curves of pale flesh.

The aasimar slowly stood, lifting Nadia in his arms with some effort and a grunt that shook his golden hair. “Should we get to privacy? I don’t think the city should see what comes next…”

Nadia smirked and wrapped her arms around his shoulders. “I find it hard to believe Count Arendae doesn’t regularly indulge in things like this in public! But yes, Drezen shouldn’t bear witness to all the -depraved- things we’re about to do to each other.”

The words managed to evoke a blush from even him as he promptly carried her into her private study, wasting no time in setting her down and pressing her against the wall. His hands roamed her plush, lukewarm form already as she let out a squeak, his lips dipping down to kiss and nibble on her neck.

Nadia drifted off as her eyes caught her mirror, meeting the eyes of the Aeon, her perfect self, staring back at her. It judged her. She winced. She knew Daeran was wrong, the eyes of the Aeon that perceived an aura, a fundamental wrongness around him, constantly reminding her of his crime against the universe in becoming a vessel for the Other.

Nadia was meant to be perfect, a keeper of the beautiful eternal cycle, a true arbiter of universal law. Yet such pressure was bound to make her crack. Why shouldn’t she allow herself this flaw? These sweet mortal pleasures, with a man she knew to be the worst choice possible for her stress relief… She felt the disapproval of the Aeon, those starlight eyes boring into her, judging. It left her dripping.

#it’s not Hilde for once #someday I’ll write more about my other KCs #pathfinder wotr #knight commander #wip wednesday #daeran arendae #commander x daeran

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scorpio-marionette · 2 years

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31 Nights of Head Canons - Night 6

Night 5

A/N: It's mini story time!

Night 6

What's the creepiest thing to happen while you're alone?

Dio

Remember how I mentioned that Dio summoned and sold and his soul to a demon? Well, part of the contract was that he be willing to be possessed by said demon to aid in producing a human-demon child. Of course, all contracts come with a catch. On the night he opened himself to a temporary possession, the demon tried to completely merge with him. He claims that he managed to cast the demon out before it could take hold, but not all who have been around him believes he's telling the truth.

Omar

One day, just as Omar was entering the gym for his work out, a shrill scream shattered the quiet serenity of the vacant building. Thinking someone was either being attacked or maybe dropped a weight on themselves, Omar went running in to try and help. When he entered the main room, sure enough a woman was pinned to the ground by a weight. Omar tried to approach her, but when he got closer she began to scream again. She kept yelling for him to get away. That he would not have her life so long as she may believe in god. Omar called the police who helped her to a hospital. After giving his statement, the officer assured Omar that then woman was probably in a drug induced hallucination. This was of little comfort to him.

Zach

Living on the street, you'll see a lot of crazy stuff. Zach has seen muggings, fights, robberies; you name it. The creepiest thing though would have to be the night he heard moaning in the park he was staying in. Naturally, he thought it was two people having some kinky fun until he realized it had an unnatural echo to it. Deciding to follow the sound, he found a well swallowed up by some foliage and covered with sheet metal. Upon arrival, the moaning had stopped. Zach had half a brain to try opening it, but decided not to. He still has no idea what happened that night.

Oberyn

Our beloved prince has done quite a bit traveling in his life. A lot of it taking place across the seas in Essos. The cultures there have a much stronger connection to magic, so unique experiences are bountiful. One night, while journeying through towns at the edge of the desert, Oberyn saw what looked like a man. He stood in the open. He wore a loin cloth, a fur of some kind draped over his shoulders, and an animal skull covered his face. He held a staff that almost looked like an unnaturally long bone. It was decorated in feathers and beads, and topped with another skull. The man seemed to stare at the prince. It was almost as if he had come to take him into the shifting sands behind him. Oberyn held his gaze. The man lifted his staff and tapped the ground eight time. A slow and steady beat. Then in the blink of an eye, he was gone.

Marcus Pike

Marcus was once invited into an art collector's home after helping to recover some of their stolen paintings. He was allowed to tour the home on his own as the owners made a dinner in his honor. While walking around, Marcus couldn't shake the feeling of being watched. He felt like the eyes in the victorian style paintings were following his every move, like they were accusing him of invading their home. After maybe an hour of this, Marcus promptly returned to the kitchen.

Max Phillips

So we all know the story. Max slept with Evan's girlfriend in college, so Evan got him kicked out. Because of that, Max had a hard getting into another school. Except for one in Romania. Let's talk about his first day: Max arrived in Romania about a couple weeks prior to his first day. He's settled in and has pretty high expectations for this school. He pictures a castle converted into a university. The grounds bustling with beautiful local ladies looking for a foriegn man to have some fun with. He was right about the castle, and he was kind of right about the ladies. When arrived at the campus, he seemed to be the only one there. He entered the building and was greeted with silence. He roamed around for a while trying to find a living soul. No one was around. Then suddenly a hand reach out and clasped around his mouth, dragging him into the shadows.

Pero Tovar

Alone time isn't really something you get a lot of when working as a sellsword. I dare say the most alone one gets is when they're going to the bathroom, whatever that may be at the moment. The next bit of alone time would be after having your fill of a woman, which is what happened to Pero. His time had ended with his lady of choice, and so she left him in the room to redress. A few minutes after the door closed behind her, Pero could hear heavy breathing coming from the other side. It wasn't frantic like the person was out of breath. It was slow and even like the person was taking deep breaths through their mouth. Pero listened to them as he quietly retrieved his sword. One he had a firm grip on the hilt, he ripped the door open. No one was there.When he asked the inn keeper about it, he said many had mentioned similar occurances, but no person has ever been tied to the events.

Javier Peña

The creepiest thing that's ever happened to Javi was when he first arrived in Colombia. He'd gone to the bar after work to help keep him distracted from his newly abandoned fiancee. After a few drinks, he left. On his way back to his apartment, Javi came across a man in an alley. He was laughing manaically for no reason. His head lulling from side to side. Javi wanted to help him, but something made him freeze. The man had powder around his nostrils. That's when Javi noticed he wasn't laughing anymore. He was dead.

Jack

When Jack was a new agent at Statesman, he was bright eyed and bushy tailed. Ready to take on any challenge. He had proven himself an incredicle marksman and a valuable agent. So they sent him on his first solo mission. He had to go down to Louisiana to investigate some mooshiners who were getting a little in over their heads with their product. They were becoming irradict. Attacking people at night. Even starting to attack during the day. It was Jack's job to locate and destroy their distillery. Well, Jack did that. He made it look like an accident. No one got hurt. Everything was fine until one of the men who made the mooshine came stumbling in. He looked scared, but almost completely out of it. Then from the trees came a person in a yellow hazmat suit with a needle. Jack retrieved his pistol to defend himself, but the person just stood there. Then suddenly the world went black. When he awoke, Jack was in his hotel.

Ezra

Humans are social creatures, so prolonged periods of isolation can have negative effects on the brain. This is what Ezra chooses to tell himself everytime he remembers what happened while he was on the Green. This, of course, happened before Cee came into his life. He was looking for a new place to dig for Aurelac nests when he saw a shadow move out of the corner of his eye. He acted like he didn't notice, but kept his hand on his thrower just in case. He didn't think it was his partner because he's left him a few clicks behind. He wouldn't be surprised if it were a rival prospecter though. Only it wasn't. Something was following Ezra through the brush. It was as tall as him on two legs and yet, it seemed to avoid his view. He'd hear movement. See shadows through the foliage. He could feel eyes on him. An instinctual need to defend himself. Then his arrived, and just gone.

Dave

Dave and his team got a hit once that not only creeped not ony them out, but the client as well. You see, this client was very superstitious and believed they had been cursed. This belief was affecting their campaign for office, so they hired Dave's team to "remove the problem" as it were. At first they didn't want to take it, but they all needed the money because they were only now just starting in the private sector. So they take the job and scope this guy out. The target seemed very spiritual and non-threatening. Then they entered his home. The rooms were covered in ritualistically slaughtered animals. Skulls from a variety of species cried tears of wax from the candles that burned in their craniums. Smeared hand prints and painted ceremonial symbols were everywhere. They found the man sitting in a circle drawn in wax. His eyes had rolled back into his head. He mumbled unfamiliar words under his breath. They men had no idea what was going on, so they shot him. To complete the contract, they burned the home to the ground.

Frankie

Post Traumatic Stress Disorder is a real problem and is not something to be taken lightly. It manifests itself in different ways. Frankie would like to think that this is what happened after that Colombia run with Santi. Between messing up the op, the helicopter crashing, the locals being shot, and Tom dying, it was a lot for a struggling new father. What was worse was what he brought home with him. After returning to the States, Frankie would see the little boy of Lorea everywhere. At first he thought it was guilt eating him. That he was just seeing him in all the little kids around him, but then Frankie saw him in his home... pointing at him.

Max Lord

Max doesn't like to talk about the Dream Stone incident, let alone the lasting effects that rock has had on him. He used to be normal, human. Now he can hear people's thoughts. Feel their emotions. But it doesn't stop at people. Even animals have begun imposing their feelings on Max. Once, while taking Alistair to the zoo, Max caught the gaze of a male lion. He could feel the indifference the animal had towards him, and also a feral hunger. A deep and low growl rumbled out of Max's chest, and as if possessed by the lion, he turned to look around him as if searching for a fresh kill. The spell was broken when Alistair pulled his attention.

Marcus Moreno

Marcus doesn't remember this happening due to requesting a mindwipe, but prior to his wife's passing, Marcus was stopped on the street by a gypsy woman. She had a strong grip for how frail she looked. Marcus tried to politely decline whatever she was trying to sell, teling her he needed to return home to his wife. At the mention of her, the gypsy woman began to warn Marcus to an impending heartbreak. That death was but on the horizon, and that he should prepare for the storm. She descibed the exact way Marcus' wife died, but he didn't believe her. About a month later, his wife was gone.

Din

Din has been struggling since he obtained the dark saber. Many of which we already know. There is one however that we are unaware of. Ever since taking it in his grasp, Din has been hearing a voice. It seems to admit from the saber, but it only happens when Din is totally alone. The voice isn't malicious. It isn't asking him to do any wrong. All it asks is for him to return home. Din lost his home to the Empire, and now he has been cast from his covert. The only home Din Can think of now is the saber's home: Madalore. The voice isn't all that's happening either. At night he has dreams of the throne of Mandalore. Of a person clad in beskar'gam sitting on that throne. The person is unfamiliar but they becon him to come forward. In the dream he steps up to the person. A keldabe kiss is given as the person places a hand on Din's chest. In Mando'a they tell him that he is now their throne.

Nico

Back to talking about Nico's last house. As I mentioned before, he believes it's haunted by a poltergiest. Here's how he found out. After living in the home for almost a month, Nico started noticing things were being moved. Nothing too major at first. A jar slightly out of place. Coins tossed onto the floor. A door left open when no one had touched it. Then one night, he heard a creaking sound. He went into the back and physically saw the bathroom door swinging back and forth, like a child was playing with it. Then the door suddenly slammed shut. Nico stayed in a hotel that night.

Dieter

Dieter has had a lot of weird things happen, but with being aware of how many drugs he takes, he immediately dismisses anything weird as a drug fueled hallucination. Though he has no explination for the smears and cum on his exercise mirror.

Javi Gutierrez

To be a loving and caring person in what is eccentially a mob is a very difficult thing. You get branded as week and useless. You get thrown ugly looks and are subjected to the negative oppinions of your peers. Javi is used to all of this though, and he was protected by his father. However, his father couldn't save him from the woman who wanted him for her own. She was beautiful and sultry. Seductive in every way. She had asked for Javi to be hers. For him to come home with her and stay forever. Javi, being the sweetheart he's always been, politely declined. Claiming his father's need for him to run the family business. The woman didn't get angry thankfully. All she did was laugh. It was a laugh that said he was a fool for thinking that she wouldn't get what she want. She relented none the less and retreated from him, though she promised to return.

Joel

Creepy is a daily occurance for Joel. It just comes with the territory of the zombie apacolypse. However, for all the carnage, suffering, and death he's seen, the creepiest thing has to be that first time he actually encountered the undead. To be standing there in the street. Screams echoing off the buildings. Fire light dancing among the shadows. Only to see a fallen person suddenly shoot up from the ground. To hear it moan through it's broken windpipe. That is a truly scarring moment.

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Fiona

We're back! We're home and I'm sorting through hundreds of photos, trying to choose how I can share the highlights of the trip without burying you in vacation pictures and boring you to death. Ireland was wonderful. What a beautiful country and what incredibly kind and friendly people! I think small talk is the national sport. You will not meet a stranger in Ireland. The weather during our trip was about what we expected it. Ireland is a rainy country, and even when it's not raining, it's rarely sunny. A year has 8760 hours and Ireland averages 1100 to 1500 sunny hours per year. I don't mind that a bit, I love a moody sky. We had two rainy days, both cleared by mid-afternoon. We had several days that started with fog and just a barely there misty rain, again clearing by afternoon. And we even had three days of actual partly sunny or outright sunny weather. The hottest, sunniest day was luckily when we took a ferry out to Inisheer (Aran Islands), so that worked out perfectly.

The point of all that weather talk is to introduce Fiona. That's what I named my Irish hair. I tried to control her, but she was wild and free. There was no amount of product that could tame her and no tool in my arsenal was strong enough to break her spirit. You guys, I walked around looking like a clown. Not exaggerating. You know that in the 15 years that I've posted on this blog, a healthy portion of the content has been ruining/fixing/complaining about/laughing at my hair. The universe gave me the gift of blarney, but not the blessing of good hair. If a picture is worth a thousand words, allow me to illustrate.

American hair...

Irish hair...

My husband was unaware that he was vacationing with Diana Ross. Does anyone remember that episode of friends where they all went somewhere in the Caribbean and Monica's hair exploded?

Yep.

I thought I was prepared. I expected the rain and packed my anti-curl and anti-frizz products. They were no match for the constant misting and wet fog.

Yes, I did wear a lot of black on this trip. Perhaps I knew there'd be a funeral for my dignity. I swear, I started each day with a plan to subdue her, but Fiona roared back and refused to be vanquished. You have to respect a spirit like that. She was a worthy opponent, stronger and more determined, and I feel no shame in admitting defeat. Okay, now that we have all of that nonsense out of the way, I'll get down to the business of sharing beautiful Ireland with you. My favorite spot was Dingle. I could have stayed a week there. I've got too many pictures so I'll sift through them and try to hit just the highlights. I have so much to tell you, from scary cliffside driving and interpreting the Irish language, to my search for a green vegetable. Ten days of beef, potatoes, and bread made Mickey very happy. My body was craving greens. I did find some beautiful salads - a smoked salmon salad in Dingle, and this beauty in Galway.

I wanted to marry that salad. Rocket greens, beet root, crispy crown of goat cheese, walnuts, a drizzle of honey....it was perfection on a plate.

But enough about food, I'll leave you with a view of yet another castle. They were everywhere. We'd be buzzing along toward the next village and just on the roadside, beyond a field of sheep or sitting in a cove - a castle! This is Dunguaire Castle, located in Kinvara. It had closed for the season on September 30th so we didn't go inside, just roamed the grounds. I'd planned to add pretty music to the video, but decided to leave in the original audio. There we were, not a car in sight, so we pulled over to explore the castle. Across the road was a field of sheep and donkeys. Peaceful, bucolic...until I took my phone out.

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That donkey had a lot to say. I couldn't understand him though, it was all in Irish. Alright, back later with more. I promise it will be prettier and more interesting. SO MUCH to share! Stay safe, stay well, stay tuned! XOXO, Nancy

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Kieren The Game Blogger

Tutorial: Wake Up (Part 1)

SOME TIME… SOME PLACE… IN ANOTHER UNIVERSE...

Astrid’s Memory Bank: Accessing Memory…

“Hey,” a voice called out to me. “Hey,” it rasped again, but all I could see was darkness.

“Astrid! Wake up! Astrid...”

Familiar, it was a voice that had annoyed me for some time. Slowly, I opened my eyes. I will be honest; I would have preferred to stay asleep. Life had not exactly been the easiest for me. My days were nothing to write home about. Even more, everything was just easier when I slept. Soon, my blurry eyes came to focus on the white clouds slowly making their way across the blue canvas sky. Tilting my head, I turned to face where the voice originated. It was my annoying older sister, Petra. Suddenly seeing her made my mind pulsate with aggravating thoughts. All I could think of was how we got here. Why were we here? And why… Why were we lying on this hill in a grassy field? No wonder I fell asleep. As the wind hit my face, all I could feel was that cool afternoon breeze. And I could smell the fresh ripening of newly bloomed flowers. This place was tranquil and peaceful. Even in my previous life, I would have enjoyed being alone in a place like this. Unfortunately, I was not alone.

Aggravated, Petra exclaimed, “You fell asleep on me, sis!”

“My bad,” apologizing was all I could do. While moving my head off her shoulder, I wiped off my well-earned drool. It must have been a good nap. I could barely remember what it was like to be awake. “I was too tired to notice. We haven’t had a day off in a long time. Can you remember the last time we did?” But she could not answer me. I knew it had been stressful for her too. How unfair of me to say such a thing… Cue the eye roll… pause for laughter and whatnot… Seriously though, I sat up to take in the breezing air. Thanks to the warm weather, it was not too cold. This place was tranquil as all hell; even I had to admire the vibrant, saturated colors casting over the grasslands. It was beautiful, unnaturally so. And I still could never find the source of the looping flute and harp music that played over us. That damn thing created such an ambient mood. So freaking beautiful… My eyes roamed all on their own, despite me.

A regular city, made up of tall buildings and skyscrapers, could be seen over yonder. Its appearance screamed cold and dark, the complete opposite of where I stood. It was a dark mirror, a dark city punctuated by the transparent boundary that separated us from it. And the barrier was called The Invisible Wall. Inventive, right?

“So, we have to talk,” she cozied up to me. It was never a good sign when she did such a thing. Skeptical, my brow raised. Just what craziness was she about to spill to me? “I snuck out into the city one time.” And there it was…

My head snapped back at her, “Seriously!? When!? How!?”

“Promise you won’t tell anyone?” She definitely knew better. At what point was I supposed to correct her? Honestly? So, all I did was nod my head vigorously. I just needed to know more of her story that she graciously decided to burden me with. So, I played dumb.

“So,” Petra started, “y’know how I’m close friends with the Potioneer Ksarreni?” From how carefree she was, I could already tell I would not like anything she was about to say. “I visited her shop last night, and she showed me her hidden stash of potions resting in the basement. They were made from a forbidden text called The Cheat Book, which Ksarreni explained.” There was no way that it would be called such a thing. Just how on the nose could these people be? “One of them was a Cheat that allowed me to pass through, in and out, The Invisible Wall. The stupid thing wore off in an hour. But I can’t be too pissed. I bought it off her hands for a low price - y’know, since we’re friends - and used it to walk around the city for a couple of minutes, all while shifting into a new identity, of course.”

“Of course,” I added. Just what the hell would I know of such things? Honestly, I think I was more offended that she did not invite me to her fantastic adventure. Not like I wanted to go through the wall… “What was it like?”

“It was nothing special. I mean, what could be? It was nice, y’know, seeing some of the buildings up close and seeing buses and cars for the first time in person. But it’s nothing special compared to where we live.” Petra chuckled. She had a weird way about her. Anytime Petra was downplaying the importance of anything, her nose would move a certain way. Her eyes would shift when she was not honest or truthful with her words. Or maybe it was just me reading into my sister, seeing things I wanted to see… “Maybe one of the reasons why humans don’t like us Metamorphs is because our land was blessed to be corrupted with such beautiful magic.”

“Using the word ‘corrupted’ gives off the impression our land is a plague field of sickness and darkness, but I’d say it’s quite the opposite.”

“Astrid… Come on… It’s just something the humans made up to give the impression that our home is lesser and negative than their own.”

“Well,” I just had to open my big mouth, “how we use the word ‘human’ could also be something that causes a negative impression. I mean… Calling the human’s city Humankind’s Civilization, doesn’t that seem dehumanizing?”

“I don’t get it?”

She always needed help understanding how to communicate with people. Her blank eyes and that plain expression on her face irritated me so much. So, “It makes me think being humanoid isn’t being human at all,” I just had to explain. “And enough to categorize the rest of the Earth outside our home as a separate civilization.”

“As the word ‘humanoid’ defines it: a resemblance to being human. Although we have human-like attributes, we just look like them at the end of the day, and that is all it is.”

“Hmm, I guess.” It was a boring conversation. Being philosophical was something I secretly enjoyed, but not so much talking about it with Petra. That was a whole other thing entirely. So, I laid down and closed my eyes, relaxing my mind as it shifted back into another nap. Naps really were the best part of any day. Yet, understandably annoyed, Petra poked me on the cheek, constantly waking me up again.

“You’re gonna sleep the good days away!” Patience was not her strong suit. Petra was a woman of action, of getting things done. Watching me sleep must have been like slowly drilling a hole in her head, agonizing. I could feel her scheming to find more disruptive ways to wake me up like any bothersome sibling would. However, I was saved by something far more annoying than her. At the moment of her annoyance, her eyes fixated on some low-leveled enemies further away from the hill. They were not as far as the city, located in the grasslands’ unsafe and non-combat-free zones towards the bottom of the hill. How did I know the area was dangerous? Well, the giant floating text marks in the air were a dead giveaway. Sometimes it paid to be observant.

Low-level, the enemies include the usual assortment of bad guys. There were a couple of mutated spiders that stood no taller than children. Had it been my first time seeing them like I did the first go around, I would have passed all the way out. And not to mention, there were also slimes filling out the monster herd as well. Surprisingly, like everything in this far-out place, slimes were more formidable than what their cute and unassuming blob of an appearance would have many believe. Many adventurers who let their guards down around them quickly understood the danger of those little bastards. It really was a rookie mistake to underestimate something just because of looks.

I mean, what kind of idiots would do such a thing? Me. I would. It was the exact error my younger self made when encountering them for the first time. To be fair, that was during my first days of combat training. I did not know any better. At the time, there was no way I would have thought any different. But it was not all bad. Now, slime-killing has become a favorite pastime of mine. I like to call it revenge. And I think about it often. Squishing them… Salting them… Cracking their cores… Even now… Now I think about slaying down those slimy-little creatures and killing them all. I would do it repeatedly when they respawn just a few paces away. That is how this stupid world works. Death only matters for people, not monsters.

“Hey!” Eagerly, I sat up. Just thinking about those little bastards got me excited beyond belief. “Now that you woke me up, you know what I’m thinking?”

“No!” Petera asserted. “We’re not killing slimes. We’ve done that so much it’s starting to kill me.” Extending my tail, I moved it outside Petra’s peripheral vision and slightly smacked the arrow-shaped end on her forehead. “Ow~!” Petra cried out. I have to admit, I got her pretty good on that silly forehead of hers. It was safe to assume that there was an intense stinging sensation now pulsating right on her forehead, hopefully. “What was that for?”

“I was having a good nap, and now you won’t let me even kill slimes,” I crossed my arms and pouted. Childish? Yes! Did I care? No. Who said I had to act my age?

“Well, I’m sorry. I can’t help wanting to look for something bigger, higher-leveled to fight. That’s why my–”

“–level outranks yours,” I rolled my eyes, mocking her. “Yeah, I know. I know.” She never missed an opportunity to rub it in my face. But it was not my fault I was so under-leveled, and slimes deserved what was coming to them.

“You’re only a couple of levels below me,” Petra was still rubbing her head. Did I not mention I got her good? “You’d make for some good competition if you put in the effort. Not to mention getting that childish attitude under control.”

“But that’s my best feature. And, as you said,” I really needed to learn how to control the levels of my voice, “I’m only a couple of levels below you. Don’t let that need for competition make you cocky. A couple of levels means nothing.”

Something was squirming in my pocket. I felt it moving, but I could not recall what it was or how it got there. Either way, I was not some fresh-cut adventurer or some prissy noble. If it was a bug, I would leave it be. But this thing was much larger than a bug, and its form was more similar to a ball than anything else. I would have thought it to be a slime, but they usually have a goopy texture to them. I could still just squeeze the thing and see if it popped. It would only take a good grip, a wriggle of my two bare hands, and a lot of pent-up frustration. Before I could figure it out, a small white ball of light flew from my pocket. How could I have forgotten? I must have been sleeping on it. That white ball was my spirit pet, Buttercup. Fondly, I remember so badly wanting to turn twelve and being allowed to adopt a spirit pet. Each person’s spirit pet was unique, transforming into different creatures upon bonding. One person could have there’s turn into a dog-like beast while others could be as small as a worm. But my lovely Buttercup… She transformed from a white orb into a butterfly with a beautiful spectrum of colors for her wings. Delicate and regal, Buttercup was magnificent beyond belief. There was no greater beauty than the unstoppable Buttercup. Well… Other than me…

“What is it, my Queen?” I asked Buttercup. I could feel Petra judging me, per usual. But Buttercup just flew away, sounding like someone sprinkling fairy dust. It was every time she moved, and I loved it so much. My sister, not as much. Moving around, Buttercup was definitely trying to get us to follow her.

“Looks like she found a mission,” cracking her back, Petra was prepping to do what we did best. A mission, a hunt, a challenge, it did not matter. As long as I had my sister, there was nothing to fear. However, Petra was notably unenthusiastic this time around, “we better follow her because you know how Buttercup always gets when we don’t.”

“Such a shame,” as I wondered what was bugging my sister, I, too, stretched. Good missions always started with a warmed-up body, and that was adventuring 101, the basics that were drilled into us. But… “I was just starting to get comfortable again,” my complaining was definitely getting on my sister’s nerves.

“Wait…” I could tell my sister was cooking up something devious to get back at me. She was so easy to read. It was always the eyes. Her shifty eyes always clued me in when she was scheming to be a special kind of bad. “You think I’m cocky? How about we put that to the test?”

“Heck, yeah!” But I could never pass up an opportunity to wipe that smug look off her face and put her in her place. Meanwhile, Buttercup was moving around increasingly, trying to get our attention. “That way, when I beat you, you can shut up about me being under-leveled.” Frantic, the little spirit pet was buzzing around us furiously. She was such an attention diva. “Yes, we know! We’re coming!” That should have been enough, but my little diva zipped off without us. Now, she had our attention.

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Chapter 1 - Genesis - The Myth of Creation

At the beginning there was nothing. Nothing but an all-mighty, omniscient, and omnipresent deity whose name was forbidden to pronounce and who everyone will refer to as simply God. In an act of absolute loneliness and boredom, God decided to give birth to the universe as we know it. Despite his unlimited power, though, it took him seven days to complete a task that others carried out in mere seconds.

On the first day God said “Let there be light.” And light there was, bursting out from darkness. Once he completed his duty, God fell into a one night slumber. These will be known as the four most tiring words ever pronounced. On the second day God divided the waters above from the waters below, and on the third day the sea from the land. On the fourth day God filled the darkness and the light with the Sun, the Moon and the stars; on the fifth day God populated seas and skies with fish and fowl; and finally, on the sixth day living creatures started roaming the lands too. Among these, the Lord noticed that none was intelligent enough to celebrate and laud him for creating such a beautiful world. With this in mind, God took two blocks of clay and shaped them in his own image. They stood tall on their lower limbs; they had two hands with opposing thumbs to create divine art and offerings for their Deity; and they were given a voice to praise and chant hymns to their loving Creator. God made two of them: male and female, different yet complementary, so they were forced to think they could not survive without each other. Being special among all creatures, God allowed them to inhabit a sacred place called Garden of Eden, a locus amoenus above the lands yet below the heavens, where ambrosia and wine flowed like rivers, where food never lacked and where evil was yet to be known. There they could live without fearing the threat of Death.

The seventh day, exhaustion took over the poor, hard-working deity and rest was undoubtedly needed, but before leaving his two new favorite creatures, he handed them a very simple set of rules: "Praise me. When you're finished, praise me again. Never pronounce my true name. Reproduce, so that there will be more of you to praise me. Thank me for the ravishing cradle you were given permission to lay your bodies on. Then, of course, praise me again for I am your God. Oh, and you are forbidden from eating the fruit of the tree of the knowledge of good and evil." That being said, the Lord retired to his sacred realm, leaving the recently-born humans free to explore their new home.

The two explored the garden seeking every ounce of beauty that magical place had to offer. In the end, they only had one last thing to explore: their bodies and their sexual needs. Unfortunately, they quickly encountered a dead end. Adam said:

-You now… I have this… thing between… my legs and…you know… I think it's pretty much CLEAR that I shall be the one on top.

Hearing these words,Lilith was left with pure disgust on here face:

-You're telling me that you TRULY believe that one minor incongruence in our genitals is what makes you superior to me? Oh, you are playing a war of comparing parts of our bodies? Fine. Look at this - said she, showing him her breast - I have two huge, beautiful, immaculate tits and the little worm between your legs that you dare call a penis is much more a sign of your weakness than your strength. So if you think that I'm gonna be bottom with these two statements right here, go ask your daddy for a sex doll.

-But I am the man and as such I have all rights to be on top and your task is to just let me please you and make me feel important and useful.

At that point some may say, with aulic words, that she "had enough of that bullshit", and in a burst of rage she turned to the sky and screamed the forbidden name of God.

Silence. The wind stopped blowing. The rivers stopped gargling. The birds stopped singing. The entire Eden was scarily spectating the scene, ignorant and fearful of what would have happened after that. Everything was still silent. The ground started faintly shaking when the least expected thing happened. The blasphemous woman, feeling like shackles had dropped from her wrists and ankles, grew a pair of bat-like wings and escaped the Garden of Eden never to be seen again.

The man was flabbergasted. Never had he imagined that the small desire to get laid could escalate into something so tragic. And now his one and only companion was gone, leaving a void in his heart and a load in his balls. The young chap could never accept to be left alone. He was a man, he was meant to be the “alpha”, but he couldn’t be an “alpha” without someone to be the “beta”. With a purpose in his mind, he summoned his sleeping Lord, praying to him to once again replicate the miracle of creation.

-My Lord, All-Mighty God Creator of All, the woman you created alongside me, and who you created to be my loyal servant, has committed blasphemy and left the perfect cradle You gifted us. I beg of you: please, create for me another companion, who will fill the hole she left in my heart and take care of the load she left in my balls.

God was not happy of being disturbed while slumbering after accomplishing the humongous task of Creation, and with a fearsome voice said: - Young man, you haven’t been able to take care and nourish the relationship between the only two individuals of your species and, to be completely honest, it is all your fault. All that “alpha male” bullshit is your invention, don’t put words in my mouth. I truly believe you deserve to die alone after this. That being said, I don’t feel praised enough and you need someone to procreate more humans that can actually praise me instead of whining and complaining like a little bitch when they are too stupid to get laid.

A large smile appeared on the man’s face: after all the bad words, God decided to grant him the wish. It would not be that easy, though. In fact, the price to pay for a loyal and submissive woman was one of the man’s ribs. With the violence that only fathers can use against their children, God ripped a rib out of the man’s chest and created a whole human being from it. The man made from soil knew the pain was absolutely worth the end result.

-There you go, she will be the new mother of all humans. And remember: this is your last chance so I swear on me, if you fuck this up and disturb my slumber once more I will kick you two out of here and I will give dogs the ability to speak.

Only a few days went by since the creation of the second woman and the man was starting to believe that nothing could ever ruin his happiness. But little did he know, tranquility was still far from his grasp.

In a land far from Eden… The first woman, after flying for days, brutally landed on uncharted land, far from God’s dominion. There she reached the ground, almost fainting from tiredness when a menacing but gentle figure approached her.

-Pour young creature. So weak yet so brave. I admire you: you had the courage to defy his law and you left the safest garden in the universe to find a place where you can really be happy. - The figure knelt down and grabbed the woman, hugging her and gently stroking her hair - Poor soul, he didn’t even give you a name, did he? Well, let’s make up for this. You know, they will write in their books that you are a traitor, that you chose evil and allied with the devil. They will call you names like monster, demon, lilith… Wait, this one will do! From now on your name will be Lilith, and I will take care of you.

Who is the being that Lilith met? Will the paths of the only three humans ever cross again? This time you will not find the answer in the Bible, but I will soon give you one.

#atheisim #atheist #english #religion #christianity

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fall from grace

“If you were in love,” he began, voice barely above a whisper, “What would be the most beautiful thing those lips of yours would utter?”

“Your name.”

REQUEST/WARNINGS. (royal au, mutual pining, praise kink ) fake dating au, mirror sex, slight manhandling, fingering, body marking, prejudice, mentions of abuse, injustice, and inequality + unedited (I’m so lazy to edit tbh, I’m so sorry, just bear with me if there are typos or grammatical errors)

NOTES. I LOVE AND HATE THIS STORY

WC. 7k+

SONG INSPO. Ashes (Celine Dion)

The prince himself lifted his chin up higher; long, slender fingers deftly grazing against the pad of your knuckles that were pressed on his chest.

The tips of your ears burned at the sight of people pausing from their conversations all to witness the scene – one that was so rare to have come from the infamous Crown Prince known to have bedded more women than he could count.

“Your Highness,” you pinched your brows together, leaning closer into him to bring you the least bit of comfort. The dress you had to wear today had nothing but itchy lace; albeit elegant, you preferred the loose materials of your dance clothes, painted red lips fighting back a grimace. “Must we really do this in public?”

The Crown Prince laughs, his white hair fluttering against the soft kisses of the wind. Beautiful, you think, beautiful, you are reminded, prompting you to dig your free hand deeper into the flesh of your thighs.

“What would be the point of our ruse if we are not a little flashy, My Lady?”

You frowned at his words, head ducked down as you avoided everyone’s prying eyes. You supposed you should be used to this – you are a performer, after all – but the attention was terribly unwelcomed yet expected from your previous agreements.

The said agreement, however, did not affect your standing as a person, something you had to remind the happy-go-lucky Prince. “I am not of that title.”

“People regard you of it,” he commented at an off-beat, his crystalline eyes sweeping over the crowd with a chilling command, a slight bite of a challenge that asked his people to dare him. When they shifted away, scurrying behind fluffed up skirts and pressed down suits, the Crown Prince snickered, smiling down at you with a flash of his pearly whites. “You are, after all, hanging prettily off my arm.”

“Because you asked me to, Your Highness.”

“Ah, are you forgetting already?” he paused, his long and elegant stature towering over yours. “I’m doing this for the both of us. The agreement was clear – you steered me away from my arranged marriage, redeem my nettling reputation, and in turn, I shall pick you up from where you’ve fallen,” your lips parted in protest, finger raised to correct that no, you had not fallen, that was not the situation at all, but he silenced you when he leaned down close enough that his eyes twinkled before you, lips turned at the side arrogantly. “In fact, I am more than capable of providing you more than that.”

“I am well aware of that, Your Highness. I truly am indebted to you.”

Should you be humiliated? Forming an agreement with the Crown Prince would be the last thing that would ever arrive even in your craziest dreams, yet there you were, in the middle of the town square, leisurely strolling with the Kingdom’s heir as if it was but a daily occurrence.

Thoughts running back to your latest predicament – which he just had to bear witness to – you winced, swallowing the resigned sigh that threatened to spill.

You did not have enough shame in you to be humiliated, not when he was right. It was a mutually beneficial agreement.

“You do not have to be,” Prince Satoru blinked at you, gray lashes fluttered against the pads of his cheeks. “I take extreme pleasure in saving a damsel in distress,” Your lips puckered out, tireless with the need to tell him it wasn’t like that, and the Prince easily read through you, tugging you back into his arm as he laughed. “Even when I know you are not. Still, it does feel nice to take a walk in this fine day, don’t you think?”

You snorted at the heavy sarcasm under his sweet tone, “It feels a little embarrassing.”

“You feel embarrassed that you’re with me?”

“Yes,” you gritted at your teeth, the lace of your gloves digging into your flesh. You wanted nothing more than to rip it off, the material a silent reminder of the requirement that must be met to fool the crowd. “You’re a prince and I am—”

“I thought we already established titles mean nothing when we both mutually benefit from one another,” he cut you off, hands coming up to caress at your cheeks. You immediately froze at his touch, the iciness behind those eyes doing nothing to soothe you until he spoke, the Prince’s words oddly gentle and warm like the sun that shone down on you that fine day. “Worry not about that. I do not care what people think of you. All I care is that you do well and I shall do my part gracefully in return,” he declared for what seemed like the hundredth time that night.

Back then, you never believed that people had power just because they were born with it. Power had to be manifested, trained, earned – yet Prince Satoru wielded it with his lips so effortlessly that in that moment, you believed magic really wasn’t a myth.

“Kiss me.”

“Wh-what?”

“Everyone is looking,” his eyes darted over the on looking crowd, his bare hand still caressing your warm cheeks, hot enough that it put the sun to shame. “Lest you want this plan to fail, I suggest you kiss me, darling. Passionately.”

The Crown Prince was right. Everyone was looking.

Your body’s response was instantaneous. A hiss of a breath, muscles tensed and fingers curled into a fist at your side; you could feel bile rising from your throat out of panic.

Then Prince Satoru leaned forwards, eyes snapped shut and his lips colliding with yours. The single touch had all the tension flooding away as you kissed the Prince, his lips tasting of cinnamon and sugar, vanilla and spice wafting off of him delicately that you had to fist at the collar of his shirt to prevent yourself from gobbling him up whole.

He would find that rather displeasing, claiming that you had little to no table manners, so you forced yourself to relax as he breathed air into your mouth, large hands cradled around your neck.

“I’ve got you,” he mumbled between kisses, the mere scent of royalty and forbidden elegance dripping off of him making you fearful to open your eyes. It felt illegal to touch the most wanted bachelor in your Kingdom this way, felt wrong to have his hands roaming down the slopes of your body while everyone looked at your shameless public display of faux romance. But if it was wrong, then why did he hold you so tenderly, not moving to push you away even as you nipped at his lips once more?

“You’re alright – I’ve got you.”

It was not easy being a no-name ballerina. You’ve crafted your skill for what seemed like your whole life, yet getting even a step closer to your dreams proved to be a daunting task. Even as your toes bruised and your muscles ached, pants heaved from your chest while you bended your body at will, you couldn’t stop thinking about how no one told you it was never easy to reach your dreams.

The fairytales had lied to you. They made it seem to easy to grab a star, never really explaining on how to be a star.

It felt so far away – the galaxy and universe you’d longer your entire life to be a part of – yet the Crown Prince stood at the corner of your studio, eyes dark as he watched you sway to the music.

A few weeks prior to your spontaneous arrangement, you were foolish enough to believe you could become that star easily. You were the lowest of ranks when it came to other girls; orphaned, no-named, broke, and loveless.

Unlike your peers that were bred of the finest titles and fed with silver spoons, nannies and courts running after them in their growing years, you had to survive on scraps, taking three jobs at the young age of thirteen just to get into dance school and afford the fees.

You believed title or ranking shouldn’t have had to do anything with talent and worth, but then again, you were foolish beyond your years.

The moment you heard you were chosen to be the Black Swan of this season, allowing you to debut, you squealed behind your skirt, training day and night to the point you’ve skipped your meals just to perfect your routine.

That was until your classmates’ parents had come inside the school, twirling their moustaches behind soft fingers that had never known a day’s worth of work, belly round with cupcakes and all the delicacies only they were privileged enough to eat, the nervous laughter of your ballet master enough to let you know what it all meant.

Your classmate – the prettiest and the richest one – came rushing past you as she giggled over the announcement that she would be the Black Swan.

She was far many years younger than you, spoiled and with an attitude that tasted as bad as your leftovers, and definitely not skilled enough to debut – but of course, nothing was ever impossible enough with money, right? Before you could even defend yourself, your ballet master had cleaned out your quarters, your skirts and shoes thrown onto the muddy dirt while you cried under the rain, begging for another chance.

Second chances? You wanted to laugh.

Only people who did wrong should ask for it, and yet you sat there on your knees, hands clasped in a prayer that should only be reserved for wish bearers, desperate pleads of please don’t do this to me echoing into the empty night.

Was it fate then that the Crown Prince was half drunk inside his vehicle, shades slipping off his nose as he turned your way, your cries rudely interrupting the music blaring inside his car?

Perhaps it was – a cruel or a wonderful fate; no one could tell – the only thing that mattered now was that the Crown Prince had yet again found interest in a woman.

Only this time he didn’t lust after their body, wished nothing to do with their hands on his, completely sober around your presence as he watched you train endlessly in your studio, your sweat making your clothes stick like a second skin.

Prince Satoru leaned back against the walls then.

He should’ve brought a drink with him. Had he known that watching you dance sensually with such a blissed out expression he was mostly familiar with when he had his legs wrapped around another warm body would set his body alight, sober, then he would’ve left long ago.

Still, the Prince is rendered frozen at the edge, eyes trailing over your graceful form as you bended, legs flying out into the air while you arms dipped and curved into the most graceful of arcs and bows that put his combat figures into shame.

You weren’t even trying to seduce him and yet he was wholly captivated.

He wants to say that the woman he saw that rainy night and the woman stood before him now, figure bathed in the small slivers of sunlight that peeked through the blinds and stockings hugging each and every curve and dip of your body were entirely two different people, but the longer he looked, there was no mistaking it was still the same person. The passion burned through your eyes, the soft melodious tunes of the music guiding you – or rather you guiding the beat before you fluttered to another.

Prince Satoru smiled.

It first came off as a joke that he wanted to know more about you – his pretend lover – because everyone knew the Crown Prince was too frivolous to ever settle down and find interest in a woman beyond her looks. The confused pout you gave him as he followed you inside your studio burned at the back of his brain, a silent warning that you were different; that you were not someone he could touch lest he wished to burn and break you, though that would be a lie, it seemed.

For every strong ripple of your muscles and flowy movement of your body as you completely delved into the space of your own home and comfort, the Prince knew – you were not someone he could crush into the palm of his hands.

He came here out of boredom.

He left the studio with a confused heart, cheeks resting on his palm as he asked his chauffer, when is the next show?

The birds chirped above you, your fingers stretched out as you peeked from under it, lips pressed into a flat line. You were in the royal garden after persistent invitation from the Crown Prince himself. Speaking of, said Crown Prince had his limbs sprawled out beneath you, the edges of his hands slightly playing with the frills of your dress as he took his afternoon nap, a youthful smile on his face.

“Your Highness,” you huffed out, “What are we doing here? No one is looking. There is no need for us to continue our act.”

“I know,” he cheered a little too brightly for someone that looked to be deep in dreamland, “I just wanted to hang out with you without worrying about others. Not that I ever did, but it’s nice to be alone with you every once in a while. The prying eyes can get a bit too much.”

You hummed at the thought; he did have a point. This arrangement turned out to be a lot smoother than expected. The Crown Prince wasn’t lying about his intentions and not once had he laid a hand on you – without your permission, anyway – and he turned out to be…a lot more docile and easy going than what you originally thought of him. Not that you had much thoughts to begin with anyway, the Prince was a celebrity and therefore not someone that concerned you.

In your mind, he was merely your leader, more often than a not a name spoken between hushed whispers and dreamy moans.

This side of him was different, and all the time you’d spent him with was filled with nothing but ridiculed stares and taunts. The Crown Prince was a hilarious man who never feared trying out new things, always happy and eager to try exotic foods with you in the night markets or joining you in your spontaneous dancing during midnight ‘dates.’

He was the closest you could consider as a friend, and you relaxed against him, laying down on the flowery fields right next to him as you sighed in content. “I will miss this, Your Highness.”

“Miss what?”

“You and I – hanging out,” you mumbled a little dreamily, “I have a strong feeling things will finally get better for me. When I get scouted by a better company, I won’t be able to hang out with you anymore,” Silence befell the both upon you, the rustling of the wind against the flowers sounding like a far off memory. Soon, it would be. “I will miss this.”

“You could always call me. Or who knows, maybe I’d even drop by to watch your performances sometime.”

You snapped your eyes open, chuckling when the Prince had now sat up halfway, his regal face cradled in his hands while his elbow laid flat under him. He blinked innocently at you, and that’s when you realized – he was serious. That had you bursting into laughter, hands clutched at your stomach. “Please, you? You do not even enjoy ballerina!”

“I enjoy watching you,” he confessed in a heartbeat, his gaze falling from your crinkled eyes and all the way down to the silhouette of your body. “There’s something about the way you move that’s just so graceful and...phenomenal.”

Your heart skipped a beat at his heated gaze, the mere trails of his sight enough to warm your entire skin despite the cool wind. This was the Prince concerned though, and you had to guard your heart, eyes narrowed playfully at him while you desperately ignored the need to rub your thighs together.

“Are you flirting with me, Your Highness?”

The Prince snorted, “Flirt with you? My pretend girlfriend?” he clutched a hand at his chest as if the assumption offended him, “What makes you come to that conclusion?”

You chucked your handkerchief at him, still a little in disbelief that you were greeted by his laughter when it hit him right in the face.

You would miss this indeed.

Your gaze softened as you sat up, thighs pressed to your chest as you directed your gaze up in the sky. Prince Satoru may not always be around when the time came, but at least you still had the sky to remind you of this brazen and unexpected friendship that helped you grow.

“Thank you, though,” you squished your cheeks onto your knees, a lilted smile plastered on your face. “Dancing has always been a passion of mine. I can’t ever imagine a time of my life where I wasn’t moving with music. It almost feels as if I was destined with it; it speaks to me and deeper than the recesses of my bones, guides me until I’m one and entangled with it,” you ended with a dreamy sigh, turning your head to the side to look His Highness in the eye, stilling for a moment when you’re met with his solemn gaze.

Your throat parched dry. “Have you ever fallen in love with something like that before?”

“I don’t think so,” one of his shoulders lifted up in a lame shrug, voice turning deep and husky as he asked, “How do you know when you lack something or not?”

“If it comes to love...” you tapped your chin with a finger, “I think a life lived without one would feel quite empty. Hollow, I would say, and the skies would just be a plain blue instead of a calming yet mesmerizing one,” the courage that soared within you was an unexpected one, but it was enough to let you look him in the eye, form vulnerable and words slipping past your lips before you could control them. “If I were incapable of love, I’d say your eyes are nothing but gleams of sapphire.”

“And if you were capable of it? What would my eyes be?”

“Like cerulean galaxies crashing against one another,” you whispered, “Stardust sprinkled and heavens birthed out of passion and the desire to be something more. You’d be azure and brazen instead of crestfallen; the magnificence of the universe’s creation attesting to itself that it is wholly capable of designing divine beings.”

“Hmm,” he tipped his head to the side as he mulled over your words. His jacket was discarded somewhere along the grass, top three buttons of his shirt left opened and hair rustling with the wind. Beautiful, the image etched into your skin. “Are you sure you are a dancer and not a poet?”

“People say all sorts of beautiful things when they’re in love.”

The Prince straightened up, lips pursed. For a moment, you grew fearful, your heart frantically thumping in your chest as you thought, this is it – this is when he pushes you away. He does nothing of this as he scoots closer to you, using his rough thumb to tilt your chin until you were looking up at him, wide eyes sparkling – the sight of you vulnerable like this making the Crown Prince lick his lips.

“If you were in love,” he began, voice barely above a whisper, “What would be the most beautiful thing those lips of yours would utter?” You shivered as his thumb moved up to graze at your bottom lip, almost prompting it to jut out, to which you happily complied with a shaky breath. “What would you say then?”

“Your name.”

The Prince smiled to himself at your hearty answer. To hide both of your nervous chuckles, the Prince took it upon himself to ease both your worries as he kissed you, nothing but the warmth and fluttering of butterflies rampaging in your stomach mixing at his sweet taste.

Beautiful, you hummed into his mouth. You could fall for as long as you wanted, but would the Prince ever fall from grace as he moaned into your mouth, tugging you until you were situated in his lap, arms wrapped tight enough around you in refusal to let you go? Maybe, your mind sighed, hands tugging at his hair when the Prince kissed you fervently, murmuring one word that made you melt right then and there.

Beautiful, he finds you.

Both your loud laughter echoed in his training grounds, the horses’ hooves padding against the firm earth. “Not fast enough, my Lady,” he taunts, his smile bright and wide as he sat perched atop his white stallion. “How would you catch my heart if you cannot ride faster?”

“I will catch up to you, just wait and see! Not everyone grew up riding horses, you know?”

“I bet a fine coin you do ride well, though, my Lady,” he remarked with a wink, his statement enough to tap the sides of your feet harder against your horse to catch after him.

“Your Highness!”

As you two chased around each other the wide field, carefree laughter and clothes swaying against the wind, skin warm from the flush of the sun, the Crown Prince’s servants stood at the side.

A particular woman – the servant that had been loyal long before the Prince was born – remained under a parasol, her wrinkled face tight with a frown.

“How nauseating,” she scrunched her nose, arms crossed on her chest. “To think I dedicated my life into raising the little prince to be a fine king someday, and his future would be tainted by a lowly performer who cannot even make a name for herself,” turning to one of the young boy servants, she narrowed her eyes at you. “Where does she work again? Is she of name?”

“She is an orphan, Madam, taken in at a young age in a dance school before she had to pay the fees herself, if the rumors are correct. I heard that she and His Highness met when she was kicked out by her own ballet master due to her stealing the original Black Swan spot for this season’s show.”

His old nanny’s face grew more gruesome. “Wasn’t the Black Swan supposed to be one of the Earl’s daughters?”

“Yes. Rumours had it that His Highness’ new plaything seized the spot to prove herself. Look at how that plan backfired.”

“How repulsive,” she spat out, venom laced in her tongue.

The roles had reversed, the Crown Prince insistent in catching you this time around, and you rode after him with panicked laughter, hands clutched tight on the reins. Although you’d only swished past the small group of servants that always seemed to be around, you’d heard enough.

“We must protect His Highness at all costs before this wretched woman rips his future away from him. The fate of the kingdom lies on his shoulders; we cannot afford him making mistakes.”

“Indeed, Madam.”

You stopped in your tracks until the horse slowed down with confused huffs, your Prince following behind you not long afterwards. Looking back at him again, you were no longer able to smile at him genuinely, not when discomfort, and most of all shame, had to be forced down deep into your system. Beautiful, you resigned, he was too beautiful.

His servants were right. Maybe you really were ruining everything for him. His reputation was frowned upon to begin with for his less than infamous sexual endeavors, that he was more often sighted in casinos and bars instead of his study room.

The barrack guards had grown tired and weary of trying to stop the Crown Prince from leaving the royal grounds. No matter what they did, he always found a way to escape.

The only difference this time around was that their Prince no longer frequented such sinful places and met with women of all titles and backgrounds. No, this time, the Prince leapt from the tall walls that had never been much of a challenge considering his tall frame, not bothering to get a car or even a horse as he dashed straight to your studio.

Sweat dripped down from your face as you slammed a fist on the floor, tears about to erupt. You couldn’t complete this routine that you were so close into perfecting.

Your mind was simply just in a mess.

There was a conflicting war inside you – one with your heart that yearned to stay longer in His Highness’ presence out of mere selfishness, and one with your mind that told you it was dishnoroubale to taint his name like this. The last thing you wanted was to destroy and push both of you even further into falling from grace; both reputations and name already tarnished.

You’d truly be heartless if you kept going on.

But that didn’t change the fact that you were feeling comfortable with him, having found home in the Crown Prince’s warm arms and spontaneous kisses of all places.

Was it absurd? Undoubtedly so.

Could it be helped? You certainly could try.

And you’d been doing a great job so far; quite a daunting task you patted yourself in the back for. Avoiding the Prince when he’d made it clear he also enjoyed your company proved a lot harder than reaching your dreams, but you pushed through, locking yourself in the unused studio and training day and night.

It wasn’t working well – not on your part, anyway. You’d been here for hours, your clothes uncomfortably sticking to your skin and your water bottles were all emptied.

You’d never felt this tired.

You fell on your knees, palms flat on the floor and sweat salty as it trailed down to your lips. With a groan, you untied your shoes off and stared at the bruised and blued toes, a witness to the countless years of hard work. Your lip quivered as you massaged the sore muscles, tears about to spill as you remembered the Prince.

Beautiful, he was, flawless and porcelain in each movement and breath.

But you? You were battered, scarred, broken and bruised – why would he want you of all people? It was clear he’s had multiple lovers before you. No, scratch that, you were never a lover to begin with. It was all a sham, an agreement formed out of lame survival. There was no beauty in a lie.

The music playing from your stereo kept repeating on loop, this time the tune no longer unrecognizable as your soft cries echoed around the studio. You weren’t beautiful – not enough for him, at least – everyone made that very clear to you.

Just as you wiped your tears away at the back of your hand, standing up to continue another set as you refused to come back home without completing one perfect routine, the doors slammed open. Heavy breathing entered afterwards and you scowled – you worked tooth and bone to claim this place as yours, who dared enter? “This studio is private—” your words fell dry on your skin when a tuft of white hair trudged over to you, his usual placid face replaced with a firm sneer. “Y-Your Highness?”

“Why have you been avoiding me?”

His voice was nothing but demanding, the authority behind them only natural and befitting for someone like him. Each step he took forwards equated to a step backward until your back hit the mirrors, eyes wide as you gazed up at him.

Your voice came out weak. “I’m sorry.”

“Don’t act like I’m stupid,” he pointed a finger at you, then scoffed, hands running through the soft locks of his air while he shook his head. You stood there grasping at your tights; having never seen the Prince lose his composure before. “I know you’ve been avoiding me. Every time I try to contact you, you never respond. When I ask your friends where you’ve been, they all tell me you’re busy practicing.”

Somehow, you managed to find your voice again, tone heavy and biting. “I am busy practicing, do you not see that?”

“It’s not the only thing you’re occupied with. Clearly, you are quite determined to stay away from me too,” he bellowed, his loud voice bouncing back from the emptiness of the room. The booming sound must’ve snapped him back to consciousness because Prince Satoru sighed, stepping closer until his warm hand cupped your cheek, starry blue eyes filled with worry and anguish. Had you caused this?

Beautiful, you frowned, that even in his demise he managed to look like fine art. “Why are you avoiding me? Did I do something wrong?” he softened, breath warm on your lips. “If yes, then tell me and I’ll do everything it takes to make up for it.”

You fisted his shirt; cheek faced his way because you couldn’t look him in the eye right now. There was no way you’d let him see you cry.

“I don’t understand you, Your Highness,” you murmured, “You’re about to be King – why do you bother yourself with someone like me? I’m nothing compared to you, and I detest being compared to you for I am more than worthy despite not being born of a high ranking like yours.”

Prince Satoru froze. “Is this what this is about? My title bothers you?”

“We should stop whatever we’re doing,” was all you said, pushing him away as gently as you could, ignoring the gnawing pain that grew inside of you when your palms landed on his chest. “It is lowly of me to take advantage of the Crown Prince’s kindness anyway. My success should be paved out of my own hard work and not because of my lame connections to the Crown Prince.”

“Lame connections? Is that all I am to you?”

“You are my Crown Prince, Your Highness,” you reminded him of the stark difference firmly, “You mean a lot to your people, but I do not mean anything to you. I am just another nameless performer lost in the crowd of a thousand other girls who wish to reach their dreams, even if such a star is far beyond our reach,” Tears had now fallen until they formed into crystals on your cheeks, and he blinked back, unsure of what to do. “Could you ever understand what that feels like? To yearn for something you know you could never have but hope for anyway?”

“It would be a lie if I said I did,” he admitted quietly, “But I think I’m beginning to understand. It would make sense to me now – if you keep pushing me away, that is.”

You shook your head begrudgingly. “Your Highness...we shouldn’t.”

“And why not? Who said we couldn’t?”

You don’t stop him this time when he stepped closer once more, trapping you between his arms until you clutched desperately at his shirt, his erratic heartbeat pulsing under your touch. “It’s just you and I – neither a prince nor a performer – simply man and woman who crave each other’s touch. What could be so wrong into giving into one’s desires?” you gasped when his lips fell at the juncture of your neck, your head immediately tilting to the side as you allowed him to ravage you. “You still haven’t given me the chance to let you know what I feel,” he cradled your jaw, caressing your skin as he breathed you’re your ear, voice low and sultry, begging even, “Would you really deny me the pleasure of showing you how beautiful you are to me right now?”

“Satoru,” you keened at his teeth tugging at your skin, fists clenched on shirt. “Touch me.”

“That’s all I ever wanted to do, darling.”

Satoru swept down to capture your lips in his, his grip firm on the swell of your ass he kept you close to him, pressed hip to hip and his hardened front grazing your core through the tights. He pulled a moan from you as he flipped your body over, lips finding home in your neck while his large hand cupped your breast, the other trailing down to finger at your clothed, damp pussy.

In this angle, you could see the despondent way you easily spread your legs for him, your pants like music to ears.

“Do you still not believe me when I say you are worth more than a pound of gold? Look at you – your dripping cunt shines harder than the diamonds I keep in my room,” the both of you groaned when he pushed a finger through your hole, your tights stretching and sucked in by your walls enough to outline the arousal that seeped through. “Maybe I should keep you instead, hmm, don’t you think? You’d be a far grander treasure than all those riches.”

“I am a woman,” you tugged at his hair, panting heavily as he kept fingering into you, his thumb grazing at the sensitive bundle of nerves that swelled under your tight clothes. “I am not to be reduced to a possession you acquire.”

“No, of course not. Nothing could ever replace you in this world,” he growled, harsh in his movements as he tore your clothes with minimal effort.

You yelped when your precious tights had been ripped to the sides, a hole revealing your core and your breasts barely covered with the flimsy fabric. Satoru shuffled his pants down before placing you right on his cock, swallowing your moans with each inch of his length that slid inside you.

Hands dug painfully into his hair, Satoru hissed at the pain, grinning to himself at how wet you were through just light touches and a sloppy kiss. You’ve been good for him, though, you were always good for him that he had to reward you, show you how beautiful you were, and he spread his legs apart, relishing in the sight of you being fucked onto his cock.

“Nothing feels better than your tight pussy, huh? Take a good look at yourself, you’re so fucking precious, taking me so well,” you could only moan in response, unable to take your eyes off the way his length disappeared inside you, a shiver chilling your spine when he grasped at your breasts, nipples tweaked between his fingers. “Nothing, nothing, nothing could compare to this. You feel like heaven, taste like bliss and forgiveness,” he licked at the salty sweat that drowned your body, one of his hands now rolling your clit between his fingers. You screamed, bouncing yourself harder on him with your nails dug deep into his thighs. “You will be the redemption of my darkened soul, are you not?”

“Maybe I will be,” you cried out, head lolled onto his shoulder.

Satoru hummed, his eyes dark and coated with lust when your breasts bounced in front of the mirror. Thanks to years of dancing, you barely felt a stretch when Satoru suddenly lifted your legs up until your thighs were embarrassingly squished against your chest. You knew why he did this; it wasn’t that hard to understand why when he narrowed his focus on the way your juices slipped down his cock, the sounds of your pussy squelching drowning out the operatic music.

Satoru kissed your cheeks to wipe your previous tears away, his hands nothing but grabby and possessive as he gripped the flesh of your thigh. “You already are, sweet thing.”

Pleasure had completely taken over you at this point, that familiar heat building up in your stomach until it snapped into two. Pupils blown wide open, you gasped as you came all over him, your cum creaming down onto his cock until it lined with a thick ring of cum.

It was filthy to say the least, and your body burned at the thought that you were disrespecting him, defiling him with the mess you’ve made. But the Prince only fucked into you harder, his teeth grazing at your already abused skin with relentless and merciless thrusts. He wasn’t lying when he said he’d show you how beautiful he found you, going hell and beyond because you felt nothing but worshipped when he kissed you feverishly, his moans romantic as he came. “S-Satoru!”

“That’s right,” he slipped a finger, the stretch adding a slight tinge of pain that had your hips rutting out in sensitivity, your hole clenching around his everything. “Cum for me. Come on, I know you can do it for me. You’re so good, sweetheart, come for me.”

You were mindlessly babbling his name as both of you came down from your highs. Satoru doesn’t stop once from running hands everywhere, gripping your hips, flicking your nipples, rubbing your clit, and running a finger down your slit to wipe your juices everywhere. It had become too much that you had to push his hand away, legs locking around his arms that refused to stop cupping your pussy.

“Do you see how beautiful you are?” he cooed, shameless and teasing when he brought his hands up to your face, fingers stretched to show the webbing of your arousal between them. “We made such a mess,” he chuckled, his kisses a lot softer now on your neck.

Beautiful, you whimpered internally as you fluttered around nothing.

Satoru must’ve grown an addiction to kissing your lips for he dived in one last time, murmuring the word you always tied him with until they felt printed, tattooed, on your skin. You closed your eyes and allowed yourself to bask in this, your kisses slow and sensual as you both enjoyed this serene moment.

He came to this studio to prove you something.

He left the studio with a swelling heart, cheeks resting on your breast as he wrapped his arms around you in the comfort of your worn-out mattress as he asked, can I stay here longer with you?

The cheers and applause directed your way were deafening, the spotlight blinding as you bowed. You gasped for air, every muscle in your body screaming both with delight and exhaustion.

You could barely fathom the crowd hidden in darkness before you, the sight like a black sea, but instead of feeling like you were drowning, you don’t think you’d ever been able to breathe this well before. The smile on your face was bright – brighter than the star you’ve become and bigger than the galaxy and universe you’ve made for yourself – and you waved your arm gracefully, toes pointed outwards while the roses and flowers thrown your way came flooding like a waterfall.

You’d made it.

And through the crowd, at the back where someone the likes of him wasn’t supposed to be, His Majesty’s white hair stuck out like a sore thumb. His draperies were replaced with finer ornaments of gold embroidery, those large hands that had grown accustomed to holding yours and marking handprints on your delicate skin covered with gloves as he applauded, following the crowd from where they all stood.

Your smile directed him was nothing less of a beam, the stars he’d hung for you reflecting back in your eyes. Tears blurred the vision of him for a moment until you saw him again – crystal clear – his expression both proud and longing.

The memory of you and him had been a beautiful one, but it was distant and with each passing day, it blurred until it became nothing like swirls of I love you’s and good luck’s whispered onto one another’s skin. Your heart still soared and broke each time at the sight of him, the majestic Queen hanging off the arm that was locked with yours just years ago a painful reminder that there would always be an invisible divide between you and the Prince you’d fallen in love with.

There was no regret, however, in where things had led. You knew he loved his kind wife as much as he loved you, and he knew you loved him as much as you loved your career, and things were simply just…meant to be this way, you concluded.

It was never supposed to be a great love story that told of breaking traditions. Not all stories were meant to go against the odds; some were told to show that people could be capable of change without having to change anything. You were thankful, still so extremely grateful you met your beloved Prince even as he left the theatre before people crowded around him, leaving you to your devices until you retired back into the changing room, a set of rare flowers only a certain person could afford.

Beautiful, you cried as you picked up the card, his once messy scrawls improved into a neater cursive befitting for the new King.

And so it was that you parted ways, with him leading his country into further prosperity while you moved away and stole people’s hearts with each phenomenal show, one after the other.

Your summer rendezvous with the Prince was not meant to be a love story that went against all odds; you were there to save each other from reaching damnation, loving one another as passionately as your souls were able to until you picked each other back up.

Once the other stood firm, tall, and ready to take on the world with their bare hands, you pushed one another in your respective directions.

Beautiful, you smiled as you clutched at his present close to your heart where he’d built a garden out of itself, that we’d saved each other from falling from grace.

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ptergwen · 3 years

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written in the stars

w/c: 2.7k

warnings: jus (lots of) making out

summary: using your newly acquired knowledge of astrology, you test your compatibility with tom

a/n: i was planning on making this a little blurb for y’all but then i got really into it and here we are lmfhfksjks i promise you don’t have to know anything about astrology or birth charts to enjoy cuz i broke it all down + it’s not the main focus of the fic anyways! this is mostly a day in the life with tommy boy and i hope you like it as much as i do :,) also some of this might be wrong.. i’m not an expert so yeah

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“right, so how does this work again?” tom watches your laptop screen with curious eyes.

you’ve been getting into astrology lately, and whatever you care about, so does he. that’s why you’re currently laid across your bed in sweats while you teach him everything you know. but first, you’ll need to do his birth chart. it’s the pinnacle of everything.

“you just have to tell me what time you were born, then it does the rest for me,” you grin, typing in the name of the website. you’d had to do some research to find a reliable one. “that’s it? you don’t need, like, my birthday or something?” tom quirks an eyebrow at the chart generator.

“i already know your birthday, babes.” you laugh softly and let your head fall onto his shoulder. “you crazy gemini.” “‘m not crazy.” he smiles despite himself, leaning his head on yours. “just got a big personality, innit? charming, clever, lots of energy,” he lists off the characteristics of his sign, which you just taught him. that lights up your whole face.

“definitely not cocky,” you deadpan, tom scrunching his nose in response. “look at you, remembering all that. you really are clever.” “well, it’s interesting.” he drapes an arm around you, fingers running up and down your side. “i quite like the idea of the universe knowing me so well.”

tapping your fingers on the keys, you hum. “you’ll love your birth chart, then. tell me when you were born.” tom grimaces and squeezes at your waist. “i don’t actually know.” “how do you not know?” you flick his back playfully, making him flinch. he pokes you so you’re even. “i’ve never thought to ask. guess i’m not that clever after all.”

those are teasing words, but you press a reassuring kiss to his cheek. he gladly accepts it and gives you one on the side of your neck.

“no, your head’s gigantic. there’s gotta be something up there.” you knock on his skull for emphasis, your hand tangling in his hair. tom lets out a breathy chuckle. “hot air,” he explains as your fingers run through the messy locks. “you’re so...” you don’t even have the words. tom does. “hilarious? witty? amusing?” he tries to finish, tilting his head back to look at you.

“yeah, all of the above,” you confer and bring your hand back down to the keyboard. your lips curve into a smirk when tom whines. he’s the biggest baby, and he makes no attempt to hide it. “why don’t you text your mom and ask for your time of birth?” you suggest, tom pursing his lips in agreement. “sure, i’ll give mum a ring. i bet she loves this stuff, too.”

you roll over to lay on your back, tom still on his stomach. he pulls his phone from his pocket and opens imessage. “ah, nikki’s an astrogirl?” you wonder. tom makes a funny face at the term. “is that what you call yourselves?” “not really. well, not officially.” giggling, you loop your fingers around his wrist. “you can be an astroboy, if you want. or girl.”

tom sighs and leans over so his face hovers above yours. “god, you’re adorable. how are you so cute?” he gently pecks your lips. you’re about to kiss back, then he moves off to your cheek. after that is your forehead, chin, and finally down the bridge of your nose. it leaves you out of breath from laughter and with warm skin.

“i can’t answer that if you’re gonna launch a kiss attack on me-“

tom’s lips capture yours in a proper kiss, which you now get the chance to reciprocate. you hold him in place with your hands on his cheeks. his eyes instantly flutter closed and lashes tickle your face. the feeling draws another giggle out of you, and right into his mouth.

“absolutely gorgeous,” tom mutters against your lips. “anyone ever tell you that?” “you do, tommy. all the time.” your voice comes out gravelly, breathless, a grin painting your face. it transfers to tom. “mm, that’s right. my pretty baby.” he’s beaming down at you. he moves on top of you swiftly, his weight held up by his elbows on your sides.

you pull apart so you can go back in harder, hands situating in his curls again. tom grabs at your hips while the kiss deepens. your legs wrap around his waist clad in joggers and allow your bodies to be even closer together. the less space between you two, the needier you both get. “love,” tom parts his lips for you. “can i get a little more?” “course you can, tommy.” your fingers tug at his curls, mouth opening slightly.

his tongue skims its way across your lower lip, asking for access. you give his hair another pull to grant it. tom lets his tongue slip into your mouth, searching for your own as his hands continue to roam your body. he’s gone from gently peppering you in kisses to fully eating your face. no complaints, though. a quiet whimper escapes you when your tongues clash.

tom starts to push up your t-shirt, eyes opening to meet yours for approval. they’re completely darkened. you nod because you can’t answer with words. your tongue is preoccupied, intertwined with his. he sets his hands on your bare stomach, your nails scratching at tom’s scalp in a way that elicits a low groan.

“feels good?” your words come out muffled, barely audible. tom still understands them. “so good,” he rasps, calloused fingers dragging along your skin. they start to move up your body as you brush your lips against his. the kiss is light, and tom’s lips feel swollen as they move. his hands are nearing your chest, your legs tightening around his waist.

it earns another sinful noise from him. you want to see just how much he’s enjoying himself, so you peek up at him. what a sight that is. his faced twisted up as he focuses on kissing you, strands of hair stuck to his forehead from your playing with it. he’s so beautiful, and deserves to know. before you can tell him, you see his phone light up from the corner of your eye.

“tom,” you mumble his name. he’s too distracted by searching for your bra hook to hear. “tommy?” you’re louder this time, his mouth moving off of yours. “what is it, love?” tom exhales, hot breath hitting your face. “i think your mom texted back.” you offer a smile and run your thumb over his plumped lips. he only squints at you.

“about your time of birth,” you clarify. “for your birth chart.” “oh, that.” he kisses your thumb, nodding to himself. “forgot we were doing that.” tom tends to get a bit carried away with anything you related. making out can go on for hours and down many different paths, but it’s not the only thing. he’s a man in love, and the woman he shares that with gets all his attention at any given time. you’re so lucky to receive it.

you nod back and feel his racing heart as it beats against yours. “if you still want to, yeah.” “i definitely do. wanna hear you say more nice things about me,” tom jokes, a smug grin pulling at his lips. your eyes narrow. “who says they’ll be nice?” you challenge and earn a snicker from him.

“alright, missy. can you hand me my phone please?” he drops his head onto your chest, big brown eyes gazing up at you. “yes, sir.” you pat his cheek and grab his phone from next to you. tom’s contact name for nikki is set as ‘Ma x’, which brings a toothy smile to your face. “here you go.” you dangle his phone above his head. tom takes it from you promptly. “thanks.”

after leaving a couple of kisses on your clothed chest, he rolls to lay next to you. “let’s see, let’s see,” he murmurs, reading his mom’s messages. you scoot closer so you can look. “ooh, lots of crying emojis,” tom remarks. “i think you made her kinda nostalgic.” you pout at the screen. copying your face, he clicks on a picture nikki attached.

“she even pulled out the birth certificate.” he shows you his phone, and you zoom in to see when he was born. “big stuff here,” you say while you read. tom takes the time to get comfortable, resting his chin on your shoulder. “looks like you popped out in the middle of the night,” you conclude, giving him his phone back. he clicks his tongue at you.

“don’t say popped out.” feigning innocence, you glance over at him. “too late.” tom types out a reply thanking his mom before tossing his phone aside. “middle of the night makes sense, though.” he bites the inside of his cheek. “i’ve always been a party animal, haven’t i?” you turn onto your side and put a hand on his chest.

“it’s in your gemini nature. or really, your tom nature.” tom does an over exaggerated wink. “i like the sound of that.” he chuckles when you hit at his chest. “bring the laptop. let’s get this thing going.” you huff as you reach over him to grab it. you’ve switched positions so you’re laying horizontally on your stomach and over his legs, your laptop in front of you.

“if we find out there’s any scorpio in you...” you shutter. “hm? what’s wrong with scorpios?” tom wonders, watching you plug his birth time into the generator. “they’re literally insane, tom. like, serial killer insane. there’s statistics.” your eyes go wide as you hit enter. he leans his head back on his arms with a wince. “never mind, then.”

a small gasp leaves your lips, you squeezing tom’s knee. “it’s done.” “what does it say? share with the audience,” tom requests so you do your thing. you’re eager to get to it, turning the laptop to show him his birth chart. “ok, so.” you point at a box a few places down. “this is your rising sign, which is basically how other people see you.”

tom reads the chart, moving his own finger along the screen. “it says i’m a... taurus. what are those like?” “in one word? boring,” you summarize, tom only frowning. “kidding, kidding.” his frown fades into a small smile at that. “they’re known for being super nice and chill... also stubborn,” you tell him and prop your head in your hand.

“so, that makes no sense. those are complete opposites,” tom comments, slipping out from under you. he settles by your side. “i don’t get how i can be a gemini and a taurus, either.” “weird, right?” you sigh in content as his hand comes to stay on the small of your back. “very strange. do you think it could be wrong?”

“are you questioning the universe’s plan?” you tease, tom drumming his fingers on you. “yes, i am.” “see, you’re stubborn! taurus things.” you scroll down to his moon sign before he can protest. tom sticks out his tongue and tries to lick your cheek, which you stop by putting your hand in his face. “next is your moon sign,” you laugh out, ignoring his boyish behavior.

“that controls your emotions and private thoughts,” you elaborate and look presently surprised when you see what tom’s is. “yours is sagittarius. that’s a cool one.” “is it? how come?” tom sneaks a few kisses down the shell of your ear. “you guys are really open-minded and into things that challenge you.” he nods, signaling for you to go on. you turn onto your back so you’re looking up at him.

“you’re all about your freedom, though. it’s hard to hold you down for too long.” grinning, tom brings his face into your line of vision. “that must mean you’re a real force because i’m not going anywhere.” he nudges your nose with his, lips ghosting over yours. you return the smile and meet him halfway for your lips to connect. “anytime soon,” tom adds on in a whisper, kissing back easily.

this one doesn’t last long, but it doesn’t need to. it’s just one of those kisses that makes you feel each other’s love, no matter how you go about it. they’re essentially your own made up love language.

you’re still smiling when your lips detach, fingers combing through tom’s tussled locks. “now that we’ve done the big three...” you preface. “androids, aliens, and wizards?” tom jokes, you breathing out a laugh. you’d thought he had a soft spot for sam and bucky. your suspicions were correct.

“cute, but no. your sun sign, moon sign, and rising sign,” you explain to him. “sure, sure. what about them?” tom toys with the hem of your shirt while you think. a mischievous glint in your eyes, you suddenly sit up. “since you know yours, and i know mine, how about we test our compatibility?”

tom is well aware of what that means, and he isn’t so sure he’d like to do it. he’s someone who believes in cliches like soulmates and fate, so he’ll take your results seriously. after the lessons on astrology you gave him, especially.

his heart will always hold a special place for you and you only. nothing will change that. but, what if the universe says you can’t be together? where do you go from there?

“um,” tom presses his lips into an uncertain line. you’re already getting your laptop. “i mean, do we want to know? what if we’re not...” you come back over to him with both eyebrows furrowed. “compatible?” “yeah” he hesitates before answering, which tells you he’s nervous.

“it’s just for fun, tommy,” you assure him and press a quick kiss to his lips. “besides, if anyone could defy the odds, it would be us.” tom perks up a bit, sitting up next to you. “you think we’re that strong, huh?” “absolutely. do you?” you’re already sure what he’s going to say. he pulls you into his lap, kissing at your hair and letting it linger. “one hundred percent. i’ll do it.”

you put your laptop in your own lap with a grin. tom’s arms hold you by your middle. “ok, here we go,” you mutter, searching for a good compatibility calculator. it doesn’t take long to find one. “remember, this all a bunch of theories. our love goes beyond what a stupid website tells us, okay?” you remind him, his arms tightening around you.

“okay. i love you,” tom speaks into your hair. “you’re so good at saying exactly what i need to hear. how do you do it?” “i love you too, and that’s a secret i’ll never tell.” you take one of his hands and bring it to your lips. tom’s leg bounces while you plug your three signs and his into the calculator. before hitting the calculate option, you look at him over your shoulder.

“ready?” your finger hovers over the cursor. you know how much these things mean to him, so you want to be positive that he is. “can we do it together?” tom asks shyly, which is highly uncharacteristic of him. “sure, baby. on the count of three.” you wait for him to place his hand over yours. he grips it tight, then you start to count. “one... two... three.”

the two of you click calculate at the same time, your results taking a few seconds to load. “love, i’m so nervous. i can’t look.” tom dips his head down so yours is blocking his view. you lightheartedly roll your eyes. “it’s fine, tom. i’m sure we’ll-“ the screen changes to display your compatibility rating, you cutting yourself off. he slowly creeps out from behind you.

“oh, god. are they in? what’s it say?” tom grabs onto your waist, feeling vibrations from you giggling. you shake your head at the website. “it’s really good... almost a perfect match. told you we’re meant to be.” he joins in your laughter, an endless amount of kisses going down the side of your head. “now, it’s written in the stars. we’re untouchable!”

he’s flipping you over so he lays above you, lips colliding messily with yours for the millionth time today. you don’t mind, though. you could do this a million more. “a power couple,” you continue for him between another peck of his lips. “always have been,” tom corrects and shuts you up again with his mouth on yours.

your hand reaches up for him, but doesn’t make it as the passionate kiss he’s giving you takes your breath away. he locks your fingers together instead, whispering one last thing.

“always will be.”

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bokuroskitten · 3 years

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𝔚𝔥𝔞𝔱’𝔰 𝔲𝔫𝔡𝔢𝔯 𝔶𝔬𝔲𝔯 𝔰𝔎𝔦𝔯𝔱?

〈you really didn’t mind being the nanny for Daichi’s kids, not when it came with perks.

✮ genre: NSFW 18+ (MINORS DNI)

✮ warnings: Dilf Daichi, daddy kink (daddy title used), age gap, use of handcuffs, spanking, oral (m! receiving), face fucking, creampie, slight breeding kink, cockwarming, spit <3

✮ word count: 2.8

❦ shout out to dilf Daichi, who takes up all the space in my brain

❦ huge thank you to @ohno-otome @oneblonded @rosesandtoshi who took their time to beta this for me, please give them love and appreciation.

“You little slut. What if my kids had seen huh? The fact that you’re not wearing any panties under this little skirt?”

“I’m sure they didn’t notice, but you sure did, huh Daddy?”

You were a cheeky little thing, that was for sure. Daichi had never expected this sort of outcome, not with you, the sweet university babysitter he hired. But there you were, asking for it with that shit-eating grin on your face.

It had been just Daichi and his kids for quite some time, him and the three munchkins. Mom didn’t stick around when she fell for her boss. A businessman, much older and much richer. Daichi had gotten over it, as best as he could. He had all he needed with his kids, who were always full of contagious happiness. But it was tough, being a single dad and working as a full-time cop. When the night shifts started to roll around Daichi took it upon himself to find a suitable nanny.

Which was how the two of you met. You were in university and desperately needed the extra money for the looming student debt. Looking for jobs wasn’t the easiest thing, but what was easy was saying yes to Daichi’s offer. He was willing to pay you more than minimum wage for nights, even offered you the spare room if things got too late or you had class early the next morning. Plus his kids were angels. They got along with you almost instantly, clinging to your legs or begging you to stay longer than your allotted shift time.

Plus, Daichi himself was nice to look at, but you tried your best not to focus on that point.

You had been working for Daichi for a while now, it was almost routine for you to attend volleyball practices, dance recitals, or even just dinner picnics. The kids loved having you around, and all Daichi wanted to do was to see them happy. But that’s when he noticed it, the one day the family had gone to the park. You held the hands of his two youngest, while his oldest showed off the bug he had found hiding in a nearby bush.

It was the way you smiled at them, the way you squeezed the girl's hands a little tighter when they cringed at the bug. The way you bent at the knees to take a better look, and the way your pretty summer dress had risen up just enough for Daichi to sneak a peek at the cotton panties hidden underneath.

Daichi wasn’t blind. In fact, it had been a long time since he indulged himself in a partner. Never enough time, or never willing to bring them home to the kids. But you, you already got along with his babies so well. You took your time to take care of them, even take care of Daichi when you could. Cleaned the house before he got home, ironed his uniform on his night shifts, even brought him coffee when he had early mornings.

So that’s how his glances turned into stares, his roaming eyes turned into winks. The hugs you shared lasted a little longer, the hand he would place on your back would slide a little lower.

He could still remember the very first move he had made. You had fallen asleep on the couch, curled up in one of his sweaters. The kids were put to bed long before, but you always waited for Daichi to return before taking your leave. He had leaned in close, allowing his lips to brush over your forehead. The gentle motion had caused you to stir, tired eyes lazily blinking open to be met with honey brown.

“Why don’t you sleep here tonight?” Daichi had murmured, staying close considering you didn’t push him away. You on the other hand felt your heart beating hard against your ribcage, the smell of his familiar cologne making you feel a bit dizzy. The feeling of sleep slowly faded, replaced with the hazy feeling of need.

Need for him, for anything and everything as long as it was him.

“Can I sleep with you?” It had slipped out of your lips before you could stop yourself. You panicked for a moment seeing his shocked expression, ready to blame it on the tiredness. But there was no need when he pressed his lips against yours when he scooped you off the couch and easily hauled you up into his bedroom.

That was only the beginning. The two of you found yourself kissing in the bathroom while the kids played outside, Daichi having you warm his cock during family movie night. The first time you had whimpered out Daddy while he had you bent over his lap was still engraved in his brain. The longer the affair went on, the more playful and lust-filled it became.

So that's how the two of you ended up here, now.

Daichi had you pinned against the counter now, palm pressed against your head to keep you down while his palm slowly rose up your thigh. He groaned when his fingers slipped under the short hem of your skirt, reaching the swell of your ass only to find no panties there.

“Course I noticed, with how you were bending over all over the place, anyone coulda seen this slutty little ass.” His words were husky, pushed out between gritted teeth as he squeezed the plump skin of your ass. You whined at him, face flushed as your hips wiggled into his palm.

That only made him strike down on your skin, his palm open as the spank clapped throughout the room. “Slutty girls don’t get to be greedy like that. I think I need to put you in your place, is that it? Have you lost all your manners, baby?”

You tried to shake your head, nod, do anything. But your brain was already foggy as Daichi brought down another spank, making the skin of your ass pulse. “Want your cock, Daddy.”

“Oh, yeah? And your way of asking was prancing around with no panties on?” The third slap was the hardest, and this time on your bare flesh. He had bunched your skirt up at your waist, making you jolt from the sudden slap to your skin. His hand print was already forming when he rubbed the cheek, a low hum leaving his chest.

“You’re just like the kids huh? Thinking you can get away with anything if you’re cute enough. Not in this house. You should know that by now baby.” His voice sent shivers all the way down to your cunt, the wetness already threatening to dribble down your thighs. “Hands behind your back.”

You tried to question him, but the fourth spank had you yelping, reminding you that his words were a command and not a request. You felt the cold metal click around both your wrists, a blush rising on your cheeks when you tried to pull your hands away only to find them stuck in place.

“Daddy’s gonna teach his pretty baby what happens to bad little girls looking for attention.”

You were hauled over his shoulder before you even had a chance to complain. Daichi had no problem carrying your squirming body up the stairs, your whines and complaints falling upon deaf ears. When he closed the door to his bedroom he put you on the ground, which only made you whine more as he approached the bed without you.

“Daddy—“

“Get over here.” He explained calmly. His muscles were tense, but his face showed no emotion as he sat on the edge of his bed. When you made no move he rose an expectant brow. “We don’t have all day, would you rather I fuck my fist—“

“No!”

Interrupting him, another act of disobedience that made his brow twitch in distaste. “Get over here.” He repeated, this time his voice a bit deeper, more serious.

You didn’t waste another second, scrambling over on your knees. It was difficult with your hands cuffed, but you made it between his thighs. You were about to press kisses against his thighs before you felt him grab a handful of hair at the nape of your neck. When he cranked your head back you yelped, shoulders slouching at the look he gave you.

Cold.

“Open your mouth.” There was no hesitation this time when your trembling lower lip opened up, tongue poking out. Daichi tsked, grabbing the end of your tongue and pulling it out further. Tears pricked your eyes at the action, drool uncontrollably slipping out of your mouth.

“Being shy now, are we? How can you act so modest when you aren’t even wearing panties.” He spat a wad of saliva on your tongue, his lips twitching in a grin as he watched your eyes flutter, a little mewl leaving your hung lips. He slowly released your tongue but kept his grip on your hair tight. “Don’t swallow. Keep that tongue out.”

You were trembling a bit, trying your best to keep your excitement at bay and hold his spit on your tongue as he unbuckled his slacks. He pulled the belt out in one smooth motion, pulling the material far enough down that his cock could spring free. When it slapped back against his abs, you clenched your thighs together tightly.

He wasted no more time guiding your head onto his cock, pressing it down until your throat bulged, until you gagged, until your nose was nestled in his trimmed pubic hair.

“Now, I’m gonna have to wash this filthy mouth out. Fuck some manners into your throat huh?”

He thrust into your throat without pause, his hand continuing to hold you steady as he fucked into your mouth. The tears were already spilling from your eyes, drool freely bubbling past stretched lips as Daichi used your mouth as he saw fit. He pulled out just until his tip stayed lodged between your lips, groaning at the way you desperately tried to suck in air through your nose. You were already coming undone, and it was so beautiful to watch.

“Crying over a little punishment? You’re such a little bitch.” He waited until you began suckling on his tip, attempting to whine around it before pumping it into your mouth again. He kept one hand against your throat, pupils dilating in feral desire every time he felt it bulge under his fingertips. He didn’t last with a pace like this, his hips stuttering when his release wracked over him hard.

“Swallow every fucking drop, you’re gonna need it to wash out that mouth.” He grunted, holding your face down as ropes of hot cum slipped from his pulsing tip. You shook around his dick, throat clenching so desperately as the hot, sticky substance slid down your throat, feeling warm all the way down into your belly.

Daichi pulled out with a pop, one that had you sucking in a shaky breath. When you blinked the remaining tears from your lashes you lulled your tongue out, showing him a clean surface that had him humming in approval.

“Looks like you are good for something, huh, taking all my cum down your throat.”

Using the grip in your hair he easily hauled you to your feet, watching the way you stumbled face-first into the mattress. Your face was a mess of spit and drool as you looked up at him over your shoulder, hips rutting into his soft sheets. “D-Daddy...”

“D-d-daddy” He mimicked, flipping your skirt up and tucking the hem in at the waist. He wasted no time grabbing your hips, pulling them up for a better angle. “You’re a big girl, use your words.”

You had to compose yourself, mind already going blank as he simply spread your ass apart, getting a better look at your arousal. “C-Can you fuck me please? Need your cock Daddy..”

“Now if you had just asked me like that before, none of this woulda happened Angel...” He sighed it out, two fingers slowly sliding up your puffy slit to collect your slick. He rubbed it along his cock, even though it was already lubed up with your spit. “I don’t like when you misbehave you know that baby girl.”

His voice had already gotten softer, making your cunt flutter around nothing. When he pressed an open-mouthed kiss to your clit you mewled, nails digging into your palms as the cuffs clinked around your trembling wrists. “Gunna say sorry to me hm? Wanna hear you say it nice and pretty.”

“Sorry Daddy, M’sorry” it spilled from your lips, words slightly muffled by the sheets as he rubbed his tip over your slit. “Won’t do it again Daddy, just wanna make you happy, want your cock.”

“I know sweetheart, you’re such a good girl for me, even when you decide to be a little cheeky.”

He began to press into you, slow and steady. He wanted to feel all your little dips, all the bumps and spongy spots he loved so dearly as he bottomed out within you. Your mouth hung open in a little ‘o’, back arching so his tip could tap against your cervix when he finally bottomed out. “Fuck, love this perfect little cunt, still squeezes me like the first time.” He growled out, fingers reaching for the cuffs. He gripped them tightly, used them as leverage for when he began to fuck into you.

It was slow and deep, each thrust meant to press his tip into your sweet spot. The pace had your eyes rolling back, babbles spilling out of your hung lips in a dumb little mantra. It didn’t even make sense, Daichi knew that, but he just loved to hear you. Loved hearing you whimper and ramble about how you loved his cock, about how daddy’s cock felt so good, about how you wanted to be no ones but his.

“My good little girl, takin' my cock so well. Gunna fuck a baby in here one day, would you like that Angel? Wanna be the mommy to my beautiful kids and our own?”

That had you squeezing his cock, a low groan vibrating in his chest as he picked up his pace. The slap of his hips against your ass echoed in the room, your cries of delight being muffled into the sheets. Using his grip on the cuffs he yanked you forward until your back was pressed into his chest. He stuffed two fingers between your lips, having you both moan in unison.

“Keep milkin' my cock just like that baby girl, gunna fill this little cunt and then fuck right back into it so we don’t lose a single drop.” You babbled a ‘yes daddy’ around his fingers, head lulled onto his shoulder as he thrust into your cunt. It was pulsing around him, building up a pool of arousal in your abdomen that was so close to snapping. When his free hand snaked to your clit, rubbing deep circles into it had you sobbing, hips humping frantically to meet his thrusts and chase your release.

“That’s it...” Daichi murmured by your ear, his breath thick and hot as he snapped into your ass. His finger slid from your mouth instead, only to grip your pretty throat. “Cum sweetheart, cum on my cock yea? Wanna feel you cream on me.”

And you did just that, with a silent scream and a jolt of your body finishing around his cock. That final squeeze of your cunt around him had Daichi moaning, his thrusts messy and uncoordinated as his own high ripped through him. His balls twitched as he emptied another load in you, hot cum making goosebumps form all over your skin. He slowed his thrusts, his fingers pressing light taps into your clit now as you rode out the high together. He watched as his cock got coated in a white sheen, the shine of your mixed arousal making him bite his lower lip.

“What a good girl...” He huffed. He reached between you two to release the safety from the handcuffs, allowing them to fall to the bed with a clank. He was gentle as he laid the two of you down, a mess of limbs and sweat as he stayed balls deep in your cunt.

“Gunna stay just like this. Keep you nice and plugged.” He reassured, one palm smoothing over your tummy as he pressed kisses into your shoulder. “At least until the kids wake back up, gotta make sure Daddy’s cum stays inside, isn’t that right baby?”

“Right Daddy,” you murmured out, blissed and fucked out. You could have fallen asleep, just like that with his dick still buried inside. But you knew the kids would be up in thirty minutes from their naps, so you’d enjoy this time while you could, being full.

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queenshelby · 3 years

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The Last Semester - Part Three

Pairing: Cillian Murphy x Reader

Warning: Smut

Words: 3,345

Original Blog:

@queenshelby

Previous Parts: Part One; Part Two

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The Blind Date

It was 7 o’clock when you walked into the local Irish pub, looking for your date Patrick in a crowded room. Luckily, Emma had shown you Patrick’s Facebook profile and he certainly was handsome and easily recognisable.

Unsurprisingly, when you saw him standing at the bar with a pint of Guinness, he had already caught the waitresses’ attention and she tried her best to flirt with him until you approached.

‘Hi, Patrick?’ you asked and he nodded before shaking your hand and suggesting that you find somewhere else to sit.

Eventually, you located one of the high-top tables on the other side of the pub and sat down with your beers and began talking.

Patrick was a doctor at the university campus who had graduated medical school as little as two years ago. But, whilst he clearly was smart, you quickly realised that he was somewhat arrogant and lacked a good sense of humour.

Regardless, you tried to make the most of the night until, eventually, Patrick sought some reassurance from you that you would be going home with him that night. According to him, he didn’t like wasting his time if there was nothing in it for him.

His comments caught you by surprise and you quickly advised him that you were not that kind of woman and you certainly wouldn’t go home with someone you barely knew.

Patrick was disappointed and the conversation escalated quickly when he called you a prude and referred to you as being a woman who simply uses men to get free drinks.

You were speechless and, at half time, you put $10 pounds onto the table for your drinks and excused yourself quickly, grabbing your bag and headed for the bathroom.

There was no way you would be putting up with a man like this and you couldn’t believe that Emma thought that you would like him. Did she really think as little of you, you wondered?

Later that Evening

‘Cillian, hey’ you said as, after spending ten minutes in the bathroom collecting your thoughts, you walked out towards the entrance of the pub.

‘Are you alright Y/N?’ Cillian asked as he immediately noticed your red and somewhat teary eyes.

‘Well, let’s just say that my roommate set me up on a blind date with a total wanker’ you laughed but, really, you weren’t sure whether you should laugh or cry after what he had said to you. It certainly didn’t help your self-esteem and that was something you struggled with.

What you were, however, sure about was that you were ready to leave even if that meant that you would miss the second part of the game.

‘Do you want to get out of here?’ Cillian asked, his hand resting on your shoulder and his eyes giving you a concerning but yet reassuring look.

You quickly nodded and Cillian responded with a simple ‘common then’ before dumping his half full pint of beer and walking outside with you.

Once you made it out of the door unnoticed, you inhaled deeply. ‘Damn and I really wanted to see the game. Ireland is so close this time’ you pouted slightly disappointed.

‘I am going to watch the rest at my place. You are welcome to come along’ Cillian offered and you took a moment to think about his offer. You knew that your flatmates were having a party and the game was only available on pay tv and you would much rather sit on the lounge with Cillian and watch the Ireland beat France than clean up vomit and empty bottles of booze at home.

‘Uhm yes, why not. Thanks’ you said shyly and followed Cillian to his apartment which was only a five-minute stroll from the pub.

Finally some Privacy

‘Wine or beer?’ Cillian asked after you took off your shoes and sat down on the lounge in his living room.

‘Whatever you are having’ you responded and Cillian was quick to open a bottle of Cabernet Sauvignon.

‘Thank you’ you said as he handed you a glass and sat down next to you. You really weren’t much of a red wine drinker but pretended to enjoy it.

There was an awkward silence between you as you watched the second half of the game but you enjoyed it nonetheless.

You struggled paying attention to the commentators as your mind focused on the man sitting next to you instead. The smell of his aftershave mixed with detergence he had used to wash his clothes drove you absolutely crazy. And then there were his hands, which you watched every time he reached for his glass of wine.

But it wasn’t just you watching Cillian. He watched you as well and often gazed over to you, focusing on your soft facial features.

Eventually, after about twenty minutes into the second half, you couldn’t bare the silence any longer and started a conversation.

‘So, you wanted to ask me something yesterday when I came to your office. But then you didn’t. I am curious though. What was it?’ you said shyly, slightly encouraged by the wine in your system.

‘I was actually going to ask you whether you wanted to watch the game tonight’ Cillian murmured, looking somewhat embarrassed when he looked over to you.

‘So why didn’t you?’ you went on to ask, causing Cillian to chuckle.

‘Because I realised how inappropriate that would have been’ he admitted and you smiled, cheeks flushing red.

‘Well, here we are’ you said nervously, looking into Cillian’s deep blue eyes for a moment before trying to look away shyly.

But, Cillian wouldn’t let you, reaching for your face with one of his hands.

‘Hey’ he said quietly as his thumb ran over your chin gently. ‘I like when you look at me’ he then went on to say and, just like that, you leaned forward and pressed your lips onto his once again.

The kiss you shared was gentle and tentative, not rushed and not forced in any way. It was a simple kiss, brief but exciting.

‘I am sorry’ you said after your lips drifted apart, but this time, you didn’t look away and your eyes got lost in his.

Cillian shook his head briefly before drawing your face closer towards his again for yet another kiss. Again, it was tentative but, this time, you parted your lips slightly, allowing his tongue to enter your mouth and explore.

‘I shouldn’t be pursuing this Y/N’ Cillian said quietly as, eventually your lips drifted apart. ‘It’s not right on so many levels’ he went on to say but you quietened his lips with a third kiss, a passionate kiss which drew your body even closer towards his until you found your way onto his lap, facing him, pressing your body against his as your tongues moved with each other in sync.

‘I am a grown woman Cillian. I can’t see anything wrong with this and I certainly don’t want you to stop kissing me’ you said as your lips drifted apart again, a shy smile escaping you as you did.

‘I am also twenty years older than you and supervising your drama project’ he then went on to say somewhat concerned.

‘I don’t care about the difference in age and, technically, you aren’t my supervisor anymore, Aidan is’ you reassured Cillian, smirking at him as you did.

‘Still, not a good look getting involved with one of the students from the project’ Cillian said reluctantly but without making any attempt to push you away.

‘Well, I could leave now and you can ask me out again in three weeks when you finish up your volunteering position’ you then suggested all while you started to grind against him, feeling his erection strain against his jeans beneath you.

Your suggestion fell on deaf ears as Cillian already struggled to contain his emotions and needs with you on top of him and, just as you finished your sentence, he affirmed what he wanted with another passionate kiss.

The kiss you were sharing soon became heated and desperate and Cillian’s hands started to roam over your warm skin beneath your thin jumper.

His touch instantly sent shivers over you skin and down your spine and sent you into overdrive when his hands began to cup your small breasts.

You moaned into his mouth and, just after you did, you pulled back slightly, allowing him to pull your jumper over your head.

As he did, you suddenly felt a little nervous and self-conscious but it was obvious. He wanted you and his lips soon met yours again.

‘Cill…’ you said in between kisses and he looked at you, responding with a quiet ‘hmm’ as his eyes were questioning what you wanted to say.

‘It’s been two years since I have been with anyone and I don’t really do one night stands’ you murmured quietly and Cillian simply smiled, caressing your face with one of his hands before responding to your comment.

‘Good’ he said before giving you a quick peck. ‘Neither do I’ he reassured you without telling you that it had been six months for him too, which is when he broke up with his last long term girlfriend Nadine.

After another minute or two of more passionate kisses, Cillian picked you up and, before you could really prepare yourself for what was about to happen, you were in his bed.

Nervously but eager at the same time, you looked up at him with what you hoped were bedroom eyes.

He got the message and hoovered over you, kissing you gently before continuing to undress you, gentle but a little hurried.

You had already lost your jumper in the living room earlier and now he was pulling on your jeans, getting rid of them in a haste and leaving you exposed in your grey cotton underwear.

‘I didn’t quite plan for this’ you said nervously as you weren’t really dressed to impressed, your underwear simple and not sexy at all.

‘You look beautiful just the way you are Y/N’ Cillian reassured you before leaving a trail of kisses on your warm skin.

The anticipation was already killing you. With each passing second, his lips trailing over your bare shoulders and up your neck, you felt yourself shiver, the heat traveling right down to the taut muscles inside you, right between your legs. It was slick there, the result of your growing arousal.

It wasn’t long until Cillian unclipped your bra, exposing your small and perky breasts. You were impressed that he had immediately noticed the clasp of the bra at the front. He certainly paid attention to detail.

By now, your nervousness had sat in and your cheeks began to flush as his eyes gazed over your body.

Cillian noticed and simply responded with a warm smile before nudging your nose with his.

‘We can stop if you want to’ Cillian began to say but you immediately interrupted him.

‘I want you Cillian, please’ you whispered and he responded with a gentle nod.

‘Relax’ he then whispered before kissing you again and you took a deep breath and closed your eyes.

‘Cillian’ you eventually moaned as he nipped your throat with his teeth before sitting back.

You opened your eyes again and watched as Cillian grabbed his shirt from the back, and pulled it down over his head. Next off were his jeans, and then his briefs.

You couldn’t help but stare at him. His body was perfect, his chest was only lightly covered with some hair and his skin was covered in freckles.

But, when you lowered your eyes, your sense of shyness returned and seeing him completely naked in front of you caused you to flush.

He was clearly aroused by you, hard and ready, even though you only just started.

As you nervously looked at him, Cillian leaned forward and began to gently run his hands over your stomach, leaning down to kiss it, before hooking his index fingers into the hem of your panties and pulling them down your legs.

You inhaled sharply, almost forgetting to breath out again as he exposed your soaking wet mound.

What now, you wondered? Like the two men you’ve been with in the past, would he proceed directly to the main event?

‘You are so sexy, you know that?’ Cillian went on to say and you couldn’t help but chuckle.

‘Sure’ you said nervously as he spread your legs before bending down and pressing his hot mouth right against your sopping wet slit.

You didn’t expect that and immediately let out a sharp gasp.

‘Oh god’ you moaned in pleasure as you put one of your hands in his hair and gripped the sheets beneath you with the other.

Cillian’s tongue ran through your slit several times before it swirled around over your clit gently.

‘Fuck’ you cried out, throwing your head back as he began to eat you out, his tongue working wonders on your sex-deprived pussy.

His hands were on your thighs, pushing them farther apart, fingers digging into your skin.

‘Please’ you eventually said, not even sure what you were pleading for. You just knew that he couldn't stop or you would scream.

Your pussy was sensitive, and it had been so long since you had sex and even then, you never quite experienced any sensation like this.

‘Cillian, oh god’ you moaned even louder as he sped up the movements of his tongue.

Within bare seconds, you came with a cry and a shudder. Unable to hold back, you let go, shutting your eyes to ride out your orgasm.

Involuntarily, you were grinding up on him, your hips lifting off the bed, toes curling.

‘That was quick’ Cillian chuckled after you came down from your high and before giving your inner thigh another quick kiss.

‘I am sorry, I don’t know what just happened’ you said somewhat embarrassed as you never had orgasmed before when being with someone else. In fact, you never even gotten close to climaxing when someone else pleasured you orally.

‘Don’t ever be sorry’ Cillian said, kissing you gently before sitting back again and reaching for the bedside table draw to his right.

You couldn’t wait to feel him inside of you and, shamelessly but also somewhat nervously, you watched him pull out a silver condom wrapper from the draw.

You bit your lip in anticipation was you watched him open the wrapper with his teeth before rolling the condom onto his hard shaft.

Cillian then leaned forward again, spreading your legs further apart with a nudge from his knees. He looked powerful above you, his body trained, stomach flat, waist trim, looking at you with such lust that you forgot for a moment that, just days ago, you were trying to forget all about him. He leaned down, kissing you, tasting you, making the heat spread all over your body as he slipped two of his fingers inside of you, curving inward.

‘Still so sensitive’ he chuckled while you gasped at the sensation.

‘Cillian, please’ you begged. But he didn't seem to hear you and put pressure down, jerking his hand and thrusting his fingers right against your previously unexplored g-spot.

‘Oh my fucking god, no no no’ you cried out, bucking your hips again almost instantly, this time squirting right into his hand. Tears slipped from the corners of your eyes, your pussy still clenching on his fingers, desperate and needy.

‘Cillian, oh fuck’ you whimpered, not realising that you left a wet puddle on the sheets.

‘Wow’ Cillian grinned. He looked pretty pleased with himself as you sat up somewhat shocked, which is when you noticed what had just happened.

‘Oh my god. This is so fucking embarrassing’ you said when you noticed that you squirted for the first time.

‘Shh, it's okay’ Cillian murmured, calming you down and kissing you.

‘In fact, I think its fucking sexy and I hope I can make you do this again’ he smirked before guiding your back onto the mattress again.

‘I think you might’ you chuckled as you held out your arms and he melted into them, supporting himself with his arms.

‘I want to feel you so badly Cillian’ you moaned as his cock finally slid between your legs, making you squirm and buck your hips.

‘Patience’ Cillian said softly, and planted a kiss on the tip of your nose.

‘How can you restrain yourself?’ you asked, surprising you both.

Cillian raised an eyebrow, impossibly amused.

‘I’ve been restraining myself from wanting this for weeks’ Cillian said, and pressed his lips to your neck, kissing, nipping, biting and sucking. You closed your eyes, toes curling again, and gave into the pleasure. You did your best to wrap your legs around him, and he began to grind his cock down between your legs, right along the slit of your wet pussy.

When he finally entered you, you both let out a hiss of satisfaction, clutching at one another. The friction slow, drawn out, was enough to numb your mind. Your fingers dug into his back, his hands gripped the sheets, and he made love to you, driving inside of you with careful, deliberate movements.

‘Cillian’ you moaned as you felt him thrust in and out of you over and over again. But, hearing his groans and moans was exciting you just as much as the pleasure he gave you with his cock.

Cillian and you adjusted, getting familiar with one another, your bodies moving in slow grinds as he snapped his hips, making you shift yours off the bed. His pace quickened, and so did your breathing, and in one swift motion, you were a shuddering mess, feeling his cock hit that spot again, making you shatter.

At this point, Cillian was relentless, pounding into you, making you cry out in pleasure. You gripped his shoulders, fingernails leaving crescent marks behind, little slivers of moons, leaving your mark. He was yours and you were his.

You writhed under him, your pussy clenching around his thickness. His hands visibly shook, his breath wild as he moved in you, kissing you almost roughly, smashing his lips against yours, and in seconds, his tongue was sliding against yours as you tasted each other.

You anticipated each movement, feeling the bulge of his cock hard inside of you, filling you. Just when you thought you would come again, he withdrew and helped you to your knees, and when he entered you from behind, it was a whole other experience. He was deeper, and you seemed to drift together. You could smell his spicy aftershave, could smell your coupling in the air, thick and hazy, making you dizzy with desire.

Your bones seemed to ache from the feeling of his stomach muscles clenching hard against your back as he rutted into you. You pushed your ass back against his cock, and you found your rhythm, bodies slapping, panting and grunting in the dim light of his bedroom.

He was thrusting into you and with each passing second, you came closer and closer. You were whimpering, your entire body a mess of tightened muscles. An all-encompassing moan left your lips as his fingers found your clit, and as he rubbed, circling it, you came again, hard and fast.

Blinding gratification. Earth-shattering spasms. A delicious high, an overdose of emotions your body began to shake and your walls began to contract tightly around his thrusting cock.

‘Fuck Y/N’ Cillian groaned into your ear as he reached his high shortly after you did and you could feel his cock jerking inside of you.

His name was on your lips, but you couldn't say it; you couldn't say anything. You could feel every pulse inside of you, could feel every grunt and groan slip underneath your skin, could feel his taut muscles flush against your body. This wasn't just sex. It was heaven.

Just as you both finally came down from your high and while Cillian was kissing the back of your neck gently, he carefully pulled out of you and, just as he did, you could hear him swear.

‘Fuck’ he said in a trance as he pulled back, away from your body.

‘What is it?’ you asked and turned around immediately, looking down, noticing his cum leaking from you and down your inner thigh.

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mr-styles · 4 years

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Hello, I’m Harry Styles and tonight I’m going to help you drift off to sleep with some soothing words and calming music. A sleep story, just for you. With all the busyness of your day, I know how hard it can be to get to sleep. So I thank you for choosing this story, and me to help you. I wish you a wonderful night’s sleep. So make yourself comfortable. Take a deep breath in, and then out. In, and then out. And when you’re ready, close your eyes.

[Listen]

Have you ever wondered what happens when you sleep? Where you go and what you feel. The places that you seek. When you start to drift away, your mind becomes a book that writes itself, then fades away before you wake to look.

Tonight we’re gong to think about anything you’d like. So first let’s visualise some scenes to see us through the night. Settle back and clear your mind. We’re heading somewhere special, beyond the world of consciousness, to places more celestial.

I’d like you to imagine now, you’re there beneath the stars, which, when you pause to think about it, actually you are. As you focus on the darkness, right before your eyes, fill the scene with glinting lights to emulate night skies.

Think about the things you cherish most and those you love. And then allow yourself to be embraced from up above. The power of the universe, meanders through your mind. So come with me and let’s see what the two of us can find.

Let’s travel now to moonlit valleys, blanketed with heather. The kind of landscape you and i could dream about forever. Imagine lazing on the ground, succumbing to the charms of blades of grass we now caress with fingertips and palms. A gentle scent of cedar wood is floating on the breeze, a gift from mother nature and her nearby cedar trees. We’re gazing at the night sky now, marveling at infinity. So allow your mind to wander to a peaceful new vicinity.

Picture this: a rich green forest, damp with morning dew. Inhale the morning air as we explore, just me and you. Leaves create mosaics in every shade of green, as gentle birds son mingles with the babbling of a stream.

Dappled sepia sunlight cuts through branches overhead, as dew drops fall from leaf to leaf like glistening strands of thread. The dew drops finally coalesce, forming satin beads. Occasionally they kiss our cheeks. Small pleasures, quenching needs.

Holding hands, we stroll until we chance upon a brook. It’s cool clear water, mirroring our faces as we look. The shimmering reflection shows us smiling from above. The word we think but dare not speak is l-o-v-e. Love.

Now we snuggle on a raft, and drift for endless hours. As willow trees sway in the breeze and blossoms fall in showers. Gently swaying to and fro, we look up at the sky and watch the clouds above us forming shapes as they pass by.

The wisps of cloud swirl slowly, tinged with tangerine and pink. And as they fade, the sunset gives us cause to muse and think, of places we should visit and oceans we could cross. For some who wander through this world, there’s grace in being lost.

Passing by a waterfall, our thoughts sway to and fro. And time begins to fade and blur. Beneath the moon’s pale glow, a symphony of tumbling water loves and mesmerizes. Nature’s soundtrack to our dreams, assume so many guises.

Strolling on a sidewalk now, as rain begins to fall. Its gentle pitter-patter holds us deep within its thrall. The raindrops rhythm briefly slows, then intensifies. Peaceful and benevolent. A gift from moonlit skies. The fragrance that the rain creates upon the concrete surface inspires yet relaxes, and focuses our purpose. To shift our minds to neutral and allow our thoughts to drift. And recognise the rainfall as a mesmerising gift.

Sheltering beneath a porch, we watch the rain pour down. Though now the time has come to leave this moonlit town. A gentle breeze wafts through the trees. It causes leaves to stir. And then the rain relents and fades, as time begins to blur.

We find ourselves upon a shoreline, lounging by a lake. While crickets chirp in nearby reeds, it’s hard to stay awake. The scene feels like a watercolour - soft diluted tones. As looking down we see each other. Laughing, skimming stones. The stones skip on the gleaming lake and ripples start to form. And though the sun has dipped from view, we feel content and warm. Herons drift on thermals, high above a sun bleached pier. And in the trees beyond the lake, we glimpse a passing deer.

Strands of cloud unfurl like ribbons in the orange sky. Mirrored on the lake now, like a painted butterfly. In the distance, mountains beckon, capped with pristine snow. The kind of sight that dreams evoke when hearts and minds let go.

Contemplating nothingness. A scene takes shape before us, and as it sharpens in our thoughts, we hear a distant chorus. The dampened sound of silence that only snow can bring, surrounds us with its calming vibes and touches us within.

Glistening snowflakes fall in flourish, mountain rivers freeze. The powdery slopes look beautiful and fresh snow dusts the trees. Somehow now, we’re in a cabin, taking in this view. As a fire crackles in the corner, just for me and you. We linger for a moment, or maybe it’s been hours. For when we blink and look again, our vistas waft in flowers. Another destination lulls us. Closer now it seems. Perhaps it’s real, or just another chapter in our dreams.

Drifting in and out of sleep, our thoughts take us elsewhere. To an island fringed by swaying palms. Lush beyond compare. A path winds through the mangroves towards a distant beach, that underlines the turquoise ocean, now within our reach.

Eventually, we feel the powdery sand right beneath our feet. The sun above now blessing us with gentle, soothing heat. We hear the lilting sound of surf breaking up ahead. While spiral shells and pearly shards determine where we tread.

Finally, a lapping wave engulfs our sandy feet. It seems to pause and ruminate, then gradually retreat. We dig our toes in cool, wet sand, then sit and face the sea. And let the sand wash over us. Alone, just you, and me. Staring at the nothingness that stretches on forever, our thoughts dovetail and unify in tune, two minds together. As minutes turn to hours, we drift off somewhere new. And visualize a stay away, to a door we now walk through.

Imagine now a meadow on a balmy afternoon. Birds, and bees, and rustling trees create a summer tune. Flanked by fields of sunflowers, hand in hand we walk. As the gentle sounds of nature surrounds us while we talk. The sunflowers give the scenery a warm and golden hue, while hazy sunshine softens our idyllic, rustic view. As we roam past hedgerows, a farmhouse sits alone. Its open shutters pressed against uneven walls of stone. A garden winds around the house, and daisies poke through grass. A bench that’s lived through countless summers creaks as we walk past. We wonder if the house is empty. Once loved - but no longer. The thought of passing time inspires a feeling that grows stronger.

This feeling washes over us, lost between a sigh. And as the sun begins to set, we stop and wonder why. Gravity caresses us and pulls you close to me. Then the scene begins to fade, our new reality.

Deeper, gradually deeper, we drift and now transcend to unfamiliar places too surreal to comprehend. Slowly we capitulate, as sleep begins to call. Entwined in dreams and shifting scenes, we drift and gently fall.

Friendly faces, glorious places. Things we hope to do intertwine with snapshots. Some of me, and some of you. Moonlit valleys, verdant forests, gazing at the ocean. Summer meadows, tranquil sunsets, steeped in pure emotion. The tenderness we feel when we are close, two minds as one, surrounds us and connects us, but we’ve only just begun. For now, we dream together of all that is to follow. And know that sleep will keep us safe, from now until tomorrow.

Maybe all the memories that we’ve gathered here tonight, are all dreams now remembered, or wishes in plain sight. No matter what, they’re with us now, for this night and forever. And every time we close our eyes, they’re yours and mine to treasure.

Goodnight and sleep well.

#harry styles #calm

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voxmortuus · 3 years

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Stalking Target | Part 3

PAIRING: Stalker!Hannibal x F!Reader

UNIVERSE: Hannibal

CHAPTERS: Part 1 | Part 2

WORDS: 1k

SUMMARY/PROMPT: So this started out as an anon request, Original Anon Prompt Request: Could I have a Hannibal x reader where he stalks the reader as he finds them interesting, but during the day reader avoids him at all costs bc he makes them feel small. The reader sees him one night and pretends not to know, the next day was an off day and they decide to leave the house but when they come back in the dead of night, Hannibal is there. Whatever happens next is up to you 🤗 thank you very much if you write this!!!!!!

NOTE: I do not condone rape, I know rape can be romanticized, that is your own doing. If you ever encounter this please contact the Sexual Assult Telephone Hotline. Please understand this is a fanfiction, think of it like Hollywood. Also, I'm sorry if this is horrible..... This was not supposed to go past the first one, but you asked and I delivered... here is part three upon request

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It's been going on four months, hostage, kept away from everyone, kept away from work, kept away from contact with just about everyone. Why? Why was he doing this? He wanted you to carry his unborn child. He wanted you to parent his unborn child! What the fuck was wrong with him?! Locked away, He did all the shopping, you weren't allowed outside, you weren't allowed to do much of anything. You were a prisoner in what he would tell me is my new home.

You pull your knees close to your chest, in the corner of this bedroom, your bedroom. Hannibal looks you over and smiles a sincere smile.

"Look at you! You're glowing." He smiled, approaching you; he grabs your arm and stands you up. Looking over your face, he smiles and places his hand on your belly. "You're doing so well. Seeing you like this, I can't resist the urge... such primal needs. They course through my veins." He growls.

You begin to sob, shaking your head. "No, please, please no." You plead. You being to cry. You don't want this, but you try to fight as he forces you to bend over the bed, placing your top half on the bed. He lifts your skirt and- without any warning or hesitation shoves his stiff member into you, rubbing your belly as he began to thrust.

You cry and whimper and try to fight him, but you know what happens when you do. Your bruised lip, bruised wrists, and chained ankle were subject to that. Then it hit you; maybe if you cooperate with him, he will let you roam like he talked about before. Biting your lip, you close your eyes, letting him take what he wanted. Waiting for it to be over.

The more he thrust, the more you disconnected, the more you went to your happy place, the more you thought about being outside. He brought you to this isolated piece of land, with a large rose garden in the back. Since being here, mentally, that was your happy place.

With a groan and a final thrust, he fixes your dress and smiles softly. "Good girl, maybe, we'll go out to the garden. I've noticed you've been looking it over. Perhaps we will have dinner out there." He smiled.

You simply nod, looking down at yourself as you feel his warm wetness dripping down your leg, you being to cry. Letting out a shaky breath, he brings you to the bathroom. Stripping you down, he lifts you into the tub and begins to fill it. The warm water feels delightful. You close your eyes and let out a soft breath as he begins to wash you. Your jaw clenches, your nostrils flare, and your mind trembles in its own way.

Pushing this whole thing out of your head, the next thing you know, he has his hands between your legs. You grab his wrist and smash his face off the side of the tub. You used all of your might, and he fell to the ground. Blood started to pool inside the tub and outside at the foot of the tub. Laying there, you watch a moment, but he doesn't move. Getting up and out of the tub, you grab the robe, wrapping it around yourself, and begin to look around.

Making your way downstairs, you run to the kitchen and realize that the kitchen knives are all locked away. Slamming your hands on the counter, you look to the left and shake your head. "Stupid." You grab the corkscrew and take off outside.

Suddenly the cloudy sky started to rain. You look up and begin to cry. "Thank you, I cry with you. My body will return to you. My body will be yours soon. I will see you soon." You whisper.

Looking around, you make your way to your favorite spot in the garden. Sitting on the ground, you look up, and you begin to cry as you take the corkscrew and slice your arm, running from wrist to elbow. Deep as you could go, you drop the corkscrew by your side. The blood rushing from your arms, pooling in your palms and on the ground.

It felt like an eternity. You began to feel cold. Looking down at your belly, you feel the movement pick up. You look up, and you begin to close your eyes. Your breathing slows down.

"NO, NO, NO NO!" You hear from the distance.

Your heart slows down. This feeling of cold washes over you even more. Your eyes close, wet, bleeding, and your breath is almost gone. Your head rests against the stone wall, roses around you, beautiful red roses, the ground stained with blood.

You blink. Your eyes are blurry, so you try to sit up, hoping that maybe that will help. You hear a voice but can't quite make out what it is saying, but you keep trying to sit up anyway. You look left and look right, and you let out a soft groan. You rub your eyes and try to sit up again. Looking at your feet, you see both are chained to your bed.

Growling, you look around, and finally, your vision comes into itself when you see Hannibal sitting there, looking at you from the corner chair.

"You have lost all privilages."

"What priviliages! I'm a fuckin prisoner!"

"You have lost the pleasure of using the bathroom on your own, shower--"

"YOU DON'T EVEN LET ME DO THAT ALONE! I AM A FUCKIN PRISONER! MY LIFE MEANS NOTHING TO YOU!"

"That is purely not true." He stands up and makes his way to you. He places his hand on your stomach and looks over you. "You're life means everything to me." He smiles such a sinister smile.

You attempt to push his hand away, and look at your wrists and let out a soft growl. "Leave me alone, Hannibal. GET OUT!" you scream as you begin to softly cry.

He looks you over and walks out of the room. Closing the door behind him you look out the window, out over the garden, letting out a soft breath, wiping your eyes. Looking down at your stomach. Your mind races, are you going to hate this child, take it and run, or give it up and never look back on this moment ever?

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Puppy Girl | 18+

pairings: dabi [ touya todoroki ] x female! reader.

summary: dabi takes his puppy whore for a walk.

warnings: pet play, public, humiliation, dubcon, sex toys.

wordcount: 1.8k |

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It was starting to become a recurring event. He had promised you it would be a one-time thing but lately, he was pulling you to the park naked with him every other week.

It was a simple bargain the first time. You listen to him and indulge in his deranged, lewd fantasies and he lets you live without a dog collar attached to your neck for a week.

You were hesitant but the thought of being able to live as a decent human being with at least a small amount of respect even if it was just for a week; was tempting.

Soon it became a currency. Months after months you’d spend your one day with him, totally humiliated and degraded just for the rest of the week to go by a little easy, and every time he would push your limits even further.

The very first time he took you outside with a leash attached to the collar around your neck was appalling. You were terrified, there was no speck of arousal within you. Dabi had guaranteed you’d find it hot, you just didn’t know before because you had never tried it. But honestly, showcasing your sexual adventures to the world was surely not your kink. It was his kink though, and you didn’t have a choice.

You and Dabi didn’t have the most organic relationship, if it weren’t for the fact that he had brought you to his home with a blindfold and zip lockers around your wrists, you could have at least tried to talk to him about this. You were just his pet. His cute, little, stupid puppy, too dumb to think for herself. No wonder you got caught by him.

After the Hero-dominated society fell and Shigaraki took over, Dabi was quick to find you and take you away as his little captive. It made many headlines; Previously a brave Hero, now a slave to the evil Dabi.

You never read them though, he wouldn’t allow you any communication with the outside world. It was just the two of you.

“Da-Touya please, I don’t want to go out like this,” he insisted you’d call him Touya, it was a beautiful name- his real name. It still shocked you, Dabi was the first son of Endeavour. The universe sure had its ways.

“What’s wrong doll? You look pretty,” his slender fingers caressed your face. He was admiring your form; naked beside the pretty bondage belts wrapping your body, the nipple clamps pinching your hardened buds, the vibrator pushed deep within your cunt, vibrating at such a painfully dull pace, and the pretty tail butt plug buried deep in your asshole.

With a pair of dog ears fitted over your head along with black thigh-highs decorating your legs, you looked perfect to him; ready to fuck, he dolled up his fucktoy beautifully.

“I don’t want to walk out like this,” you whined. He told you he was going to take his dog out of a walk earlier that day, stupid for you to expect it would be an actual dog.

“You don’t get to decide that, puppy,” he whispers, his nose touching yours his hands pet your head as you are an actual dog.

“Just be good for me, like a good girl,” his voice drops, his tone gets deeper and serious. “Or do you want to get punished? I’ll send you to the timeout room,”

You freeze at the mention, you still remember the day as clear as yesterday. You were acting up, getting moody, and crying. Pushing him away and screaming at him, Dabi had the patience for a while, and then, later as punishment he let a nomu twice your size fuck you, destroy you. It was still fresh in your memories.

“No, please-”

“Good girl.” he praises, kissing your lips lightly before tugging on your leash. He looks back at you one last time, watching your feet wobble as you try to walk with both your holes tightly stuffed. It was cute, he liked watching you suffer.

His eyes roamed your figure, stopping at your thighs. He could never understand why but those stockings which you wore got him going.

Shigaraki had suggested he should put those on you, he was reluctant at first knowing that his boss is far worse than him but in the end, he took the advice. And, God, he does not regret it.

“C’mon cutie, walk faster.” he tugged on your leash again and you almost fell over, the vibe hitting a deep spot within you. You cry, drool escaping past your lips. “At this rate, we’ll reach the park after sunrise. Do you want everyone to see you like this?”

It was currently 3 A.M. Too early or late for anyone to be outside their houses, it was the perfect time for Dabi to his whore out for a walk.

“We are going to be walking?” you ask in shock, you were sure you wouldn’t be able to make till there without blacking out. “Yes, we are puppy.” he hummed and with a smirk, he pulled on your leash again.

The walk to the park wasn’t long, barely five minutes but since you were dressed like a slut- no. Not even a whore would let a man do this to her, even a whore would have more dignity than you. You stumbled, the vibrations turning extreme as Dabi messed with the controller.

“Keep walking,” he commanded.

“If you fall, I'm not letting you up. You’ll have to walk on all fours like the bitch you are,” Rude remarks from Dabi were nothing uncommon, he lived to degrade you but what haunted you was the way he said them.

He did not hide how he felt, his face displaying his exact expression. He was always smirking or smiling while talking down to you, he thought it was funny. The ever-persistent smirk still lasted on his face as he watched you try your best not to fall with the vibe fucking your cunt unforgivingly.

You follow behind him, your thighs pressed together trying to ride out the overwhelming pleasure. Dabi hums the tune of some familiar song that you can’t figure out in your current state.

Your clench around the butt plug, the stretch still burning in your rear. Moans and whimpers fill the silent night as you lose yourself, the air is warm. It’s summer still, everything around you is silent and dark.

“You might want to keep your voice down.” Dabi starts, his eyes scan a bench. He’s thinking of fucking you on it. Despite the countless times both of you have gone out like this, Dabi has asked for nothing more than a blowjob. But today, he is feeling brave, and besides, your moaning, whimpering, and those cuteass ears and tail have got him going.

“What if someone sees you here like this, do you want everyone to know how much of a slut you are? Walking around naked at a park like this, do you want them to know you have no shame?”

Instead of answering you cry. You cry while cumming, the overwhelming pressure which kept building in your abdomen finally bursting. Dabi looks back at you, disappointment was written all over his face. He watches your juices drip down your thighs as you lewdly moan. He clicks his tongue,

“Didn’t I tell you something about cumming without my permission?” He did, a long time ago. You don’t even remember, “‘m sorry,” you cry in a small voice. He glares at you, his blue eyes dancing with furious flames.

You feel small under his stare, “That’s no good.” He growls

In a swift motion, he pulls your leash, dragging you next to him. He pushes you on the bench, your naked body hits the slightly cooler seat making you shiver. Dabi feels his jeans tighten when he watches you fall on the bench, displaying your pretty ass to him. Your cute, little tail sticks out between your ass making him groan.

You turn your head around to Dabi and see him staring at your ass. Taking this as your chance you quickly apologize.

“I’m so sorry, Touya. I didn- Ah” you get cut off with a slap to your ass. “Dogs don’t talk. Bark for me,”

Your eyes widened in shock and fear, was he serious? By the look of his face, you could tell he was joking, but there was no way you were actually going to bark for him. Another slap falls behind you shutting you up.

“Bark.” His voice dark, filled with authority and dominance does make you feel like his little. A tingle of pleasure travels down your spine and in a weak, timid voice you start barking for him. Your cries are quiet and soft, you don’t want to be heard by anyone and the last shreds of your dignity don’t let you raise your voice any higher.

“What’s that? Are you a puppy? Quit barking like a girl,” Dabi scoffs at his own joke.

You feel the buzz come back, the vibration which had paused singing back to life. You squirm on the desk, the position you stayed propped against the wooden seat uncomfortable.

Dabi picks you up and places you on his lap, his lips pressing against your neck leaving butterfly kisses and his hands wrapped around your waist he makes you sit through your second orgasm.

“These look needy,” his finger inches towards your hardened nipples clamped between the metal. They stand stiff and ready to be played with. He rubs over the buds causing you to moan out loud. Dabi chuckles.

“Keep barking, baby. You’re a greedy, little puppy with an even greedier, little cunt.” He chuckles in your ear before lightly biting your earlobe.

You feel yourself reaching closer, the vibe resting tightly clenched between your velvety walls brings you towards your edge.

“You close, baby?” he pets over your head while his hand travels down your navel. He cups your pussy, his fingers playing with your slit.

“Woof.”

He laughs, he is not oblivious to the fact about how pathetic this makes both of you look but he

can’t help it.

It makes his dick hard.

His fingers graze along your dripping cunt before settling on your stiff, little pearl. He flicks your cute clit and you cry. Your insides clenching and your mind going crazy, Dabi keeps rubbing onto your clit until you cum.

You let out a loud moan as you feel slick running down your legs. The pressure finally bursts and you see heaven. Dabi still holds you close to him, wrapping his arms around you dearly.

“That’s the second time you’ve disobeyed me, puppy?” he rasps in your ear and you freeze. The state of ecstasy that you had found yourself in, finally fading away. You open your mouth to speak but Dabi shuts you up by shoving his fingers into your mouth.

“You’re being a little bratty these days, it’s time we let you in ‘timeout’, right?”

Your face pales and stomach.

You cry for forgiveness hoping Dabi would reconsider but we all know, he doesn’t give second chances.

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