#neither me nor rose are morning people

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Rose: It really is insane how waking up early will grant you access to some of the most beautiful sights and sensations in the world that will make you want to live forever, but only if you overcome the gauntlet of a thousand razors that is getting out of bed early. Truly one of life's little saw traps.

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leveling the playing field IX

summary: with nowhere else to go after getting caught cheating to help lucy gray, you both make some desperately stupid decisions.

pairing: coriolanus snow x fem!reader

wc: 2.6k

tags/warnings: capitol brat!reader, maybe slightly ooc coryo, idk i tried my best. do they love each other or hate each other? who knows (we do, kind of). implications and mentions of abuse, so read with caution!! also a little bit of swearing but that's neither here nor there

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Coriolanus's stomach twisted as he could hear your screams from the hall, even though by then he was all the way on the other side of the school. He thought that was unsettling, only for them to abruptly stop just before he left. The silence that followed was so much worse. He didn't get any sleep, sitting on the roof in Grandma'ams rose garden with Tigris all night, wondering if you were dead.

He was just sick about it, even as he left the following morning, so early that the sun was yet to rise. It was a long, painful ride, and he spent the entire thing certain that you were dead. It was his fault, he had only wanted you to come with him, so he wouldn't be alone, but now he truly is alone and he won't even have you to write to back home. Regardless, he would try.

Rather than sit with the idea that it might even be pointless for him to live another day, especially with this unflattering haircut and a uniform that challenged the discomfort of the academy one, he decided to write to you on a paper he had found bunched between the train seats to ease his mind.

Y/N/N,

I hope you're reading this. I hope this gets back to you at home and finds you safe and sound, and you're sitting over your desk with a textbook open getting ready for university in the fall. That's not what's happening though, is it? You're probably dead. I probably killed you. If you are reading this in your room, or your library, or over my shoulder as I write this because you are only alive in what's left of your spirit, I hope you know that I am sorry. I did it because I wanted you with me, because in the moment I was so sure you'd be better off with me in the districts than you would be at home with your father. I think I was wrong. But I still miss you. You meant more to me than I ever told you. I guess, more than I ever told myself either until these last few weeks.

I think I heard them kill you after I left you with the Dean. If they did, boy, did you go out fighting. I always knew you would. I can't stop writing in case I never get to speak to you again. But again, maybe you're not dead, right?

Please tell me you're not dead.

Yours,

Always yours, your Coryo

He smoothes out the wrinkled sheet as he writes, hand shaking through most of it. He doesn't know if he should even bother sending it, or if he should just fold it up and throw it out the window in hopes that the message will find its way to your ghost. No, he has to send it. Otherwise he'll definitely never know, at least not for twenty years, and he couldn't bear that.

The wind hits the trees into the windows of the train as it rolls along the tracks, demanding that the branches be heard against the glass. It reminds him of you. Then again, what doesn't these days? Maybe it was just you letting him know you had read his letter, and that you forgive him. That would give him a semblance of peace for the rest of the ride.

When you woke up, it was impossible to tell what time it was. You only knew that it was dark, and your bedroom door was locked from the outside when you got up and carefully tried to open it only to be blocked by the mechanism.

"I have half the mind to agree with you on the Avox thing." You hear your dad sigh, his voice echoing from his study just down the hall. Your eyes widen and you try the knob again. Yep, still locked. "But we could always send her to Nine or Ten as a nurse. She's not staying here, that's certain."

"I don't want to push your decision, here, but she was saying she would tell everyone. She knows more than we thought, more details." Highbottom was here too, great.

"No, that's impossible. What did she say?"

"She knows we're selling, likely that you're storing it all here somewhere, and she knows it's enough to be treason. I don't know what else she knows, but it's risky business ever letting her out of that room again. The procedure might be our best option, here." You've heard enough, quickly making for your window instead. It's locked as well, but draping your old uniform over the lever gives you enough freedom to crush it with a particularly heavy, hardcover textbook without making much noise.

You change quickly, grabbing a few essentials that you could fit into your book bag, then climb out the window and slide down the back porch column before making as quiet of an escape as possible. Adrenaline carried you a few blocks away, but now, you were unsure what to do. You couldn't return, and you couldn't be seen, and you had a tragic shortage of friends at the moment. You find your feet carrying you toward the building you know Coriolanus lives in.

You're not particularly excited to see him, but with no other options, you're sure you can find it in yourself to be forgiving just this once. You could go to Sejanus's family home, but it's not far enough away, and you're not sure what his father would say. He'd probably call your dad in a second and it would all be for naught- you couldn't risk it. So, Coryo's it was.

You enter the building, walking straight for the elevator. He was in the penthouse, so you just have to hit the very top button and figure it out from there. You've never been to his home before, but he's talked about it plenty. Enough that you could find your way there, at least.

You groan when you quickly realize the elevator doesn't work, looking over at the stairs. It's a tall building, so you've got a long way to go. You wonder how he does this every day as you climb up set after set of stairs, taking note of how the walls are basically crumbling around you.

You knew he didn't have money, that he couldn't eat, but you didn't think he lived like this. No wonder he was so thin, and no wonder he still had any muscle left on his body. It was these damn stairs. That couldn't be it though, that wouldn't explain how his shoulders just seemed to go on for miles- maybe he had some kind of workout routine you never knew about.

You're drawn from your thoughts when you reach the top of the last staircase, hesitating to open the industrial looking door in front of you. Just beyond that was the front door to the Snow penthouse, and now that you're here, you're not sure what to do. Do you knock? You don't even know what time it is.

You sit by the door, deciding to think it over for a bit. It doesn't take you long to fall asleep leaning up against the wall where it meets the dusty floor.

Waking up, you're met with a gasp. "Y/N?" You blink open your eyes, seeing Tigris crouched in front of you, forehead creased with worry. "Are you okay? What are you doing here?"

"Tigris, hello." You mumble, gathering yourself to stand up as she helps you. "I, uh, I didn't know where to go, so..."

"Okay, okay. Come in for a second." She nods, holding your shoulder as she guides you back into the apartment. You squint at the sunrise through the large bay windows, she must have been on her way to work. "Can I get you anything? Some tea? You must be freezing..." She says, immediately shuffling into the kitchen.

"No, no. It's fine. Thank you, though." You insist, trying not to stare at the state the apartment has fallen into.

"Okay, well, please, take a seat. Tell me what's going on."

You nod slightly and move to sit down at their dining table where she joins you, reaching out for your hand which you gratefully take. "Did Coriolanus leave already?" You ask and she nods, giving you a sad smile.

"I must admit, I'm relieved to see you." She says, taking you by surprise. "Coryo thought you were dead. He was just so torn up about it, he said it was his fault but he wouldn't tell me why. I was expecting to see your passing in the papers this morning."

"Well, my days are numbered." You sigh, looking out the window again. The view was stunning. Maybe you would prefer a penthouse to your own large, empty feeling home. "My father and Dean Highbottom were discussing turning me into an Avox as a pity punishment, and I don't doubt that my father would rather bury me than have that on his name. I didn't stick around to hear their decision."

Tigris listens intently, squeezing your cold hands between her own. "And now, I don't know what to do. I had nowhere to go, I'm so sorry to intrude-"

"No, my goodness, please. You are always welcome here." She assured you. "But... what will you do?"

"I have to leave." You nod to yourself. "I have to leave and I can't come back, can I?"

"One day I'm sure it will be safe for you to return." She says, notably trying to put a positive spin on it. "I'll tell you what-" She stands quickly, going over to a hall closet and pulling out a large fur coat. "Take this, it can hide you and keep you warm. Take the next train to Twelve, that's where Coryo went." She places the coat in your lap. "He'll be ecstatic to have you and see that you're well."

You nod, standing up and pulling it on in a hurry. It was a beautiful coat, you could tell it was real fur. This must have belonged to one of their mothers. "Thank you, Tigris."

"There's another train headed there in about twenty minutes, if you rush you can make it. I had to check the schedule last night for him. Don't buy a ticket, just climb in a transport car from the opposite side, not the platform." She instructs you hurriedly,

You dig in your bag as you both head for the door, pulling out a handful of money and rifling through it to give some to her. You'll need some, but she will too.

"Here, Tigris. Take this." You say as she holds the door for you, and she instantly is shaking her head.

"No, no. I couldn't." She smiles awkwardly, waving a hand at you. "You'll need it more than I do, Coryo will be sending us cheques."

You smile at her understandingly, holding it out to her again. "If not for your help, then for this lovely jacket. Please take it. I insist."

Tigris sighs, taking it from your hand before pulling you into a hug which you gladly return. "Tell him we love him, okay?"

"He knows," You say, chin resting on her shoulder. "But I will."

It was dark again when your train reached its final stop, and you were curled up under the coat trying to sleep. You scramble to get up, having to bolt from the train before anyone came to unload the car.

Unfortunately, you didn't get the privilege of having a place to stay when you arrived, so once you're out of sight of the train, the best you can do is wander.

You don't have to wander long before you hear music. You didn't realize people were happy here, so the sounds of laughter and shouting and dancing coming from inside what looked to be an abandoned building made you tilt your head at the idea. Maybe you would just sit outside, around the side of the building where you won't be seen and you can listen.

You don't even get the chance to sit before you hear the singing start. It's Lucy Gray. You mentally scold yourself for not thinking of her sooner as you stand again quickly, finding yourself quite lightheaded. You must be hungry. Maybe there will be some food inside, or maybe you can find talk to Lucy Gray and maybe she'll let you stay with her. Just until you get yourself situated here.

Clutching your new coat tightly around yourself you walk in after attempting to dust off and salvage your clothes. Your favourite skirt and shoes took quite a beating throughout the day, and you're disappointed, to say the least. Hopefully Lucy Gray has a washing machine, but you doubt it. Did these people even know what a washing machine is? By the look of everyone in the room, the answer was a definite no.

Sure enough, Lucy Gray was on stage, singing her heart out. You had never seen her smile so wide, of course, and the kids surrounding her onstage were just as talented as she was at all their instruments. You've never seen live music like this before, only classical or opera where everyone sat quietly and listened until the end. This environment was entirely new to you.

Not wanting to interrupt, you wait until Lucy Gray steps offstage and her spot is replaced with a little blonde girl who couldn't have been older than ten.

"Give it up for the amazing Lucy Gray Baird!" The girl shouts into the mic, gesturing to your friend before more music started to play. "She'll be back, she's just taking a little break, but until then, you lot are stuck listenin' to me."

This is your chance. You push through the crowd and step into the hall you saw Lucy Gray go down. "Lucy Gray?" You call out hopefully, watching your step as to not roll a heel. In hindsight, these shoes were not ideal for the journey you took, but your options were limited by a time crunch.

"Lucy Gray?" You ask again, turning a corner and peeling into a large open room. It's a few moments before your eyes land on her, and she turns to face you having heard you walk in.

"Oh my days, I thought I recognized that voice!" She smiles, opening her arms and running up to you. "Y/N, my word, what are you doin' here?" Her excitement fades quickly into concern as she drops her arms from around you.

"Long story..." You chuckle nervously, pulling at your coat again as she nods for you to continue. "We got caught, for the compact. And the snakes, somehow. Coriolanus put our handkerchiefs that you used in the tank so they wouldn't attack you, I guess. I didn't know. Then they pulled us out of class the next day, he told them it was me, so then I put up a fight and they sedated me. When I woke up I was at home and they were talking about having my tongue cut out and turning me into one of those servants but I'm sure my dad would rather have me dead. So," You sigh, trying to summarize it as quickly as possible. "I ran."

Lucy Gray shook her head, mouth agape in shock at all the information she just took in. "Okay, wait... So they were going to kill you?"

You nod.

"But that teacher of yours seemed so nice."

"Sorry?"

"Yeah, he gave me some money and escorted me into the train himself."

You scoff, shaking your head. "He's never liked either of us, but that's only because I have dirt on him. I don't know what Coryo did."

"Well," Lucy Gray sighs, rubbing your shoulders gently. "I'm glad you're here. That you're safe."

"You too." You smile. "Can I just say, too, we were so proud of you. We were so lucky to be your mentors."

"I count myself the lucky one." She grins. "Let's move on, shall we? On the up and up."

"Yes, sounds lovely." You grin at her.

"Can I get you some water? Liquor? What do you need?" She asks, turning at that and going over to a bench in the middle that had a few water bottles.

"I would love some water." You breathe out, joining her and sitting down as she hands one to you.

"Lucy Gray, could I ask you for a really big favour?" You say after taking your first sip.

"Please." She nods.

"Can I stay with you?"

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Title: Iā Zaldrīzes's Prūmia  Pairing: Aemond Targaryen x fem!Reader Rating: T Summary: Promises are not idly spoken and Aemond proves he's a man of his word.  Warnings: typical Westerosi shenanigans

THE DOORS OF your bedchamber creak and groan as they open without ceremony, but you already know who the unannounced and uninvited guest is at this hour —Prince Aemond Targaryen. “A gentleman would have knocked,” you tease as he makes his way across the room to where you sit at your vanity, following the trail of your discarded clothing —stockings, petticoat, skirt, bodice, and stays.

Aemond steps behind you, his hands resting at the base of your neck, fingertips lightly pressing into your collarbones. He bends at the waist, pressing his nose into the crown of your hair —still half bound up from the evening’s festivities— and inhales the sweet fading scent of rose and honeyed blood orange. “You avoided me tonight, sīmontan,” he notes. 

“Only to appease my father,” you tell him, watching his expression shift from mild ire and annoyance to curiosity in the reflection as you comb through another braid. Lord Wylde thinks himself a perspicacious man, and surely when it comes to the realm's affairs, he is, but he’s nigh blind to his daughter’s heart and longings. He expects you to take a husband soon —and quell the whispers that entertain the servants of the Red Keep and the court for good.

Expectations mean entertaining would-be suitors with pleasant conversation and clumsy dances during feasts instead of gossiping with Princess Helaena and her brother, Aemond. “We’re not children anymore,” you remind him. He is a prince. You are a lady. Neither you nor he can escape the responsibilities that come with each role.

“No,” he agrees. The days of childhood and innocence are long gone —he likes to think his childhood ended when Lucerys Velaryon took his eye. But even if childhood has come and gone, it feels like few things have changed between you and him. And maybe that’s what causes people to talk when they see the prince absconding from your chambers early in the morning or when you both return at indecent hours having stolen away on horse or dragon back.

Aemond sits next to you on the vanity bench and plucks one of the silver combs from your hair. Having him so close after the feast and your father's words gnaws at your heart in a new and strange way. You do not wish to be parted from the prince, but you cannot give yourself false hope either. “How much longer can we carry on like this?” You ask, voice wavering, and for maybe the first time, Aemond realizes the toll of his affections —of the life you both lead in private. “Sneaking around whilst my father and your mother try to make suitable matches for us.”

“I’ll tell mother there’s only one match she need make then,” he tells you. He called you his princess as a boy, but when Vhagar accepted you, he knew —it should have been enough to make your father and Alicent realize too. Aemond wraps a lock of your hair around his finger and tugs on it gently. “You’ll be a Princess of the Realm. What father would not wish that honor upon his daughter?” Then he leans closer and whispers in your ear. “Our sons could be kings.”

“Planning to depose your brother already?” That earns you a quiet laugh. He’s made it no secret that he is better suited for the throne than his lecherous brother. “It matters not, though.” You unwind the last of the braids and glance down at the brush in hand. Aemond’s pursed lips fall, his brow furrowing. “In the end, I am but the daughter of a minor house,” you remind him, “unfit for such a prestigious match.” Queen Alicent Hightower will pursue a union between her second son and a daughter from one of the Great Houses of Westeros —not the daughter of a lesser house from the Stormlands. House Wylde has nothing to offer the Crown save for love and loyalty. 

“I don’t give a shit about prestige,” Aemond bites, his tone sharp and expression harsh. He’ll not tolerate hearing you patronize yourself, nor the thought that anyone other than him would get to decide who is worthy of his love. The harsh line of his lips softens, as does the furrow between his brows. He shifts, taking hold of your hands —thumbs running across your knuckles. “Nyke jaelagon ao.”

Freeing one of your hands, you reach around him, undoing the clasp of his eyepatch. He catches the leather piece and places it next to one of your hair combs on the vanity. The blue of his stone-eye glimmers in the firelight —you’ve never loved that shade of deep blue as much as you do now. Aemond closes his eye when your fingertips meet the start of his scar, tracing downward, over where his eye should be, and across his cheek. He conceals his sapphire eye while at court so as not to frighten the ladies. But you had been among the first to see him after his return from Driftmark —the wound fresh and stitches swollen. Aemond hadn’t wanted you to look upon him, not after hearing whispers from others, but true friends did not abandon one another so readily.

You tilt your chin up and lean closer to him, heart racing. There’ll be no going back after tonight, one way or another. “Then make good on your promise and take me,” you breathe. It’s a promise made a lifetime ago and one you nor he has ever forgotten. 

Aemond inhales before he seizes your face within his hands and lurches forward, lips seeking yours —hungry and zealous and loving. You sigh into his mouth, fingers twisting into his silver-white hair. He tastes of smoke and wine and everything you could ever dream of in this life.

THE SPACE NEXT to you in bed is empty and cold when your lady’s maid, Lyra, comes to wake and prepare you for the day. She says nothing about the state of your undress —only offers a meek smile when she realizes you wear Prince Aemond’s tunic. People in the Red Keep like to speculate about your and the prince’s relationship, but only Lyra knows the truth, having stumbled upon you and Aemond in bed, wrapped up in one another. It had been innocent enough then, but now without the high neck of your linen shift beneath a blue-green dress, the world would be able to see the scattering of dark lovebites on your neck —and speculation would turn to scandal.

A posted guard announces your arrival, and Helaena looks up from her embroidery and offers a faint and fleeting smile. “Good morrow, Lady Wylde,” the princess greets. You arrive later than usual, and Helaena’s already broken her fast with her brothers, sorely missing the pleasant conversation which often quells Aemond and Aegon’s tempers.

“Good morrow to you, princess,” you reply, dipping down into a quick curtsey before taking a seat across from her. Your unfinished embroidery is left on the low table, a poor attempt to create the sigil of House Wylde —a blue-green maelstrom on a golden field. The curves and lines are not straight, and instead of neat swirls, it looks more like a patchwork of yellow and blue thread. “We’ve apple tarts still from breakfast,” Helaena notes to break the looming quiet. “Made sure my brothers did not eat them all.”

You thank Helaena for her thoughtfulness, then turn your attention to little Jaehaerys and Jaehaera, swaddled in pale linens and still fast asleep in their bassinet. Helaena often reprimands you for spoiling them, just as she does their uncle. It’s astounding such pure little beings had come from Aegon’s loins. “Aemond was looking for you,” she says, suddenly —knowing something was off with him this morning. “He’s gone to train now.”

“Did he say why?” But Helaena does not answer, only offering another quick smile. 

Ser Criston Cole glimpses you as you descend the stairs to join the others watching the prince’s training session. “You have an audience,” the kingsguard knight says, pushing away from a stalemate. Aemond always garners an audience when he trains —it makes for a bout of good entertainment on droll days, especially when his opponent is Ser Criston. But now the one person Prince Aemond always looks for arrives —and it’s the only audience that matters to the young prince. He spins the hilt of his training sword, then drives the blunted sword into the ground and turns on heel.

You step to Aemond, hands clasped behind your back and head tilted to the side —appraising his disheveled appearance and the sheen of sweat on his pale brow. “Helaena said you wished to see me, my prince?”

Mindlessly, he reaches for a lock of your hair, twisting it around his finger. “I always wish to see you,” Aemond replies, softly and hushed.

“Flattery will get you everywhere and nowhere, Aemond.” You grip his wrist lest he forgets himself and the others watching with eagle eyes and loose lips.

“Mm” —his lips quirk upward, and his gaze dips downward, tracing the line of your jaw and neck— “let’s hope for the former then, my lady,” he breathes, a heady lilt to the words. You like to think yourself immune to his tricks and sweet words, but the flush of warmth painting your cheeks says otherwise. Aemond smiles in earnest and glimpses his waiting opponent over his shoulder. “May I ask your favor whilst I best this old knight?” He asks, just loud enough for those closest to hear.

“I’ve no favor to give,” you tell him, amused —you have no crown of flowers, ribbon, or handkerchief to present the prince this day, only yourself.

But that’s more than enough. “A kiss then,” Aemond muses, already leaning closer and expecting you to acquiesce his request, “from my fairest lady.”

You press a hand to his chest, fingers toying with one of the buckles of his gambeson. “Only if you win.” A kiss is a precious thing, and you dare not give one away so freely before your titled peers. Aemond steps back and recovers his training sword, then turns to face Ser Criston.

Three more rounds come to pass. One ends in a draw, the other with Aemond knocking the kingsguard knight’s sword from hand, but in the final contest, Criston claims victory.

The gathered lords and ladies clap and cheer, slowly filtering from the training yard now that the spectacle is over. You lean against a training dummy, watching as the two combatants and their page boys come to rerack the training weapons. “It’s good of you to knock him on his arse from time to time, Ser Criston,” you remark, making your way toward the knight and prince. 

Aemond glares across the training yard, but you only smile sweetly for him. In truth, it soothes your heart and mind to know the prince is trained by one of the finest knights in the Seven Kingdoms —and one of the few battle-hardened warriors who resided in the city at that. “Even princes must be humbled, my lady,” Ser Criston replies. “A duty I take no pleasure in.”

You reach for Aemond’s arm. “Walk with me,” you say, smiling up at him. He obliges, knowing your company will be the sweetest balm for his wounded pride. You mean to steal him away to the godswood of the Keep but passing members of the court all seek to stop you and the prince for polite conversation —a question about King Viserys’s health, an offhand remark about the unusually warm weather. 

Many in the court believe you to be a good match for the prince regardless of birth status, though they’d never dare speak such improper opinions aloud. And all the while, Aemond presses his hand against the small of your back, his thumb rubbing circles, mindlessly, through the linen and silk of your summer dress —always touching you somehow, as he is wont to do, and uncaring of whoever may see.

It takes time to converse with everyone so as not to be seen as impolite, but the halls of the Red Keep give way to the godswood. Aemond stops beneath the weirwood tree and peers up at the red leaves, suddenly lost in thought and memory. “If you could go anywhere” —his gaze flits down to you— “where would you go?” He isn’t sure what he wants to hear you say. 

“Se hūra,” you answer, needing little time to ponder an answer. You’ve everything you want here in King’s Landing —family, friends, the love of a prince— you needn't go anywhere else save the impossible. 

“You’d have to fly to the moon,” he muses.  

You step in front of Aemond and reach for his hands —twining your fingers with his. “But you have a dragon.” You could take me. If any dragon could reach the moon and stars, it would be Vhagar, and Aemond would take you without question or hesitation. He does not say anything, but there’s a glimmer in his eye, and then he frees one of his hands, the backs of his fingers skimming across your cheek. Aemond exhales softly, leaning in as you tilt your chin up, standing a little taller. It’s a small kiss, just at the corner of your mouth, nothing more, nothing less —for propriety’s sake. But before he can part, you turn your head, noses brushing together just before your lips do. 

It’s a risky decision to display your feelings for one another so openly, but the prince is long past caring, and you’re nigh to that point too. A cool tingle crawls up your arms when his hand cradles the back of your head —fingers lacing into your hair. Aemond nudges your nose with his own, and on instinct, you both tilt your heads, finding a better angle for him to kiss you slowly, lazily. And then he grabs your waist with his free hand and pulls you closer to him, breathing in your little gasp. “Ñuha sīmontan,” he whispers upon parting. Then he releases you from his gentle hold and steps back.

You cannot keep him to yourself this day, he’s promised to tend to his mother before continuing his studies with the maester, and you must return to Helaena’s company as her favored lady-in-waiting.

AEMOND KNEELS BEDSIDE and wakes you with the cool brush of his fingertips against your cheek. “Come to bed, jorrāelagon,” you murmur, catching his mismatched gaze of lilac and sapphire in the dim firelight of the dwindling sconces. But he makes no move to join you; instead, he offers his hand —and his heart. 

Rousing, you don a dressing gown and cloak and follow your rogue prince through the hidden passageways of the Red Keep and into a courtyard below, where Ser Criston waits with a saddled black destrier. The kingsguard knight passes the reins to Aemond with a curt nod before taking his leave to return to his post at the Queen’s door. Aemond helps you up into the saddle, then mounts behind you and takes the reins, turning westward. It’s common for the two of you to steal away for the night, but seldom do such trysts occur without prior thought. You glance over your shoulder. “Where are we going at this hour?”

His arm wraps around your waist, pulling you back flush against his chest. “Se hūra,” Aemond replies, a gentle whisper in your ear. 

King’s Landing fades on the horizon as you ride to the south and towards the Kingswood. He slows the horse to a halt at the edge of a clearing surrounding one of the largest oak trees in the swath of forest. Burning lanterns hang from the lowest branches, and an altar bearing miniature stone likenesses of the Seven stands before the great trunk.

Aemond eases you from the saddle, then dismounts himself and offers the crook of his arm. You glance around and to the stars and moon above —the clouds from earlier have parted to a clear night sky— before looking up at the prince. A flutter starts in your belly, and your heart begins beating faster. It isn’t, you tell yourself. He wouldn’t break tradition so easily. “Is this where you disappeared to earlier?” You query, wondering how many days and nights he’s spent planning this moment, but he does not offer an answer.

When you reach the altar, he steps before you and takes your hands. “I like to think I am a man of my word,” Aemond starts, and you can see the nervous twinkle in his eye. “I would make you mine tonight,” he tells you. “Now and forever.” He promised when you were only children that you’d be his princess one day, and again when you were both of age and realized simple friendship could not account for the way you loved one another. The tears pricking at your eyes are ones of joy, and you smile for Aemond before embracing him, face tucked into the crook of his neck.

From the shadows, Septon Eustace emerges, a marriage cape draped over his arm and a lantern held aloft in the other. Part of you refuses to believe this is happing —you’ve scarcely dreamt of something so sweet as this moment. Eustace bows his head. There is no need for ceremony or rambling to appease the masses. Tonight it is only two young lovers, desperate and eager to speak the sacred vows before it is too late.

“We are here to join these two as man and wife in the sight of the Seven,” he begins, looking between you and the prince and the carved figurines of the Seven on the altar. You grip Aemond’s hand, fingertips pressing into his wrist. “One flesh, one heart” —his heart is racing, just as yours is, almost in sync— “one soul, now and forever.” And forever shall come too soon.

“Cloak the bride, my prince.” The septon extends his arm, offering the black cape emblazoned with the sigil of House Targaryen, embroidered with silver thread and shining ruby eyes. “Bring her under your protection.” Aemond takes the cloak and steps behind you —his uneven breaths fan across the nape of your neck— draping the heavy fabric over your shoulders. The new weight makes you stand taller, as a princess of the realm should.

Septon Eustace lowers his head as Aemond returns to your side and reaches for your shaking hand, but his touch nigh instantly soothes your nerves and heart. “In the name of the Seven, I seal these two souls” —the septon wraps a red silk ribbon around your joined hands— “binding them as one for eternity,” he states, taking a step back. “Now look upon one another and say the words.”

You glimpse Aemond, gaze following the sharp line of his jaw, before shifting to face him. “Father. Smith. Warrior. Mother. Maiden. Crone. Stranger,” you and Aemond say in unison, gazes locked and unfaltering —his cold gaze softens, reflecting the lanterns and stars. You take a slow breath before reciting the vows you’ve only ever dreamt of speaking. “I am his, and he is mine, from this day, until the end of my days,” you proclaim. I am hers, and she is mine, from this day, until the end of my days, Aemond echoes. 

“It is done then,” the septon says, bowing his head as he unbinds the silk ribbon. “I wish you both happiness and good health.” Eustace looks to Aemond. “My prince” —then his gaze flits over to you— “princess.” A flutter of wings stirs in your belly hearing your new title, another promise Aemond had made good on. And then Septon Eustace takes his leave.

Alone, you reach for him and rise on your toes to bestow a kiss just below his sapphire eye, along the scar cutting across his cheek. “Husband,” you call him, giddy with the thought and what it means for the future. 

Aemond rests his forehead against yours, lips curved into a smile. “Say it again,” he breathes, the words a soft caress against your lips and cheek. He doesn’t think he’ll ever tire of hearing his name and titles in your soft, lilted voice. 

“Valzȳrys,” you whisper, remembering the Valyrian word for ‘husband’ —you came across it while reading a book about the traditions of Old Valyria with him in the library. 

“Ābrazȳrys,” he calls you. Another title added to an ever-growing list of endearments: Wife. Princess. My love. Rose. Aemond cups your face in his hands and brings your lips together. The kiss is sweet and soft, not lesser, or more than any other you’d shared in secret, only now, he is more than your dear prince.  

IT’S NOT DIFFICULT to keep your marriage to Aemond a secret. You both carry on as you always have in the eyes of the court, but your husband takes to the secret passageways of the Red Keep to spend the evening and night hours with his new wife —always gone by morning, though. No one, save for Lyra and perhaps Helaena, suspects a thing.

And so your father continues his search for a suitable man to marry his daughter. He calls upon you to take lunch in the gardens with him and hear the good news. “You’re to meet Humfrey Swyft in a week's time,” Lord Wylde announces. House Swyft is a knightly house of the Westerlands, sworn to House Lannister. A good name. A good house. A good match. But as your father speaks, your heart begins to race —pounding in your ears like the war drums of the Giants. “He has asked to seek your hand in courtship.” And marriage. 

“I cannot accept this match, father,” you tell him, eyes downcast and gaze focused on your hands —folded in your lap. Lord Wylde’s brows settle into a deep furrow. He raised you as a proper lady of the court, talented in womanly affairs and always dutiful. Despite your newfound happiness, it is still painful to be a disappointment to your father and house.

“I am wed to another.” Your voice trembles as you speak the truth, and your father’s face turns red with anger. But you go on. Lord Wylde is a devout follower of the Seven, and perhaps it will ease his heart and curb his temper to know you had not done something so reckless on a whim. “Septon Eustace and the Seven will attest to my vows.”

“To whom are you married, daughter?” He knows the answer already, deep down —and knows the whispers which entertain the servants and other members of the court about his daughter and the prince are true. You look up from your glass of sweet wine, seeing Aemond approach through the hedges —a prince come to rescue his lady wife— and give a quiet sigh of relief.

“Me,” Aemond says before you can speak his name. “And we did so with the Queen’s blessing.” You look to your husband, just as surprised as your father upon hearing it. Though, at least it soothes your heart to know Good Queen Alicent looked upon your union with her son favorably.

“You need not worry for her happiness or prosperity, my Lord Wylde.” Aemond rounds the table and reaches for your hand to kiss your knuckles, his lips pulling into a smile against your flesh. “I will honor her as all good husbands honor their wives.” His cool gaze flits from your father back to you, a new, unspoken promise shining in his eye. Now, always, and forever. 

High Valyrian Translation: Iā Zaldrīzes's Prūmia - A Dragon’s Heart Sīmontan. - Rose. Nyke jaelagon ao. - I want you. Se hūra. - The moon. Ñuha sīmontan. - My rose. Jorrāelagon. - Love. Valzȳrys. - Husband. Ābrazȳrys. - Wife.

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good boys go to heaven (m) - s. jake

pairing: jake x fem!reader (she/her)

genre: 80′s!au, church boy!jake, experienced!reader, smut

warnings: religious innuendos, corruption, jake kinda acts like a perv, y/n is lowkey manipulative, smut [sub!jake, dom!reader, loss of virginity, protected sex, masturbation (m), humping, public sex, voyeurism, praise kink, oral sex (m & f receiving), usage of ‘puppy’ / ‘pup’ towards jake, overstimulation]

word count: 13.5k+

summary: all good boys go to heaven but jake sim has secured a place in hell, thanks to you.

a/n: this is 80% smut and 20% actual plot + i was too lazy to edit and google docs was not working properly, so this piece is unedited! ignore any mistakes pls! AND let me know what you guys think about it! 

His whole life, Jake tried to be the perfect son his parents could ask for. The boy was kind and respectful, always listening to whatever his parents needed to say. He fulfilled his parents’ every wish, always with a bright smile on his face. He graduated high school at the top of his class, always getting the best marks in every exam. He never failed to be his teacher’s favorite. He had close friends who enjoyed his presence and he never failed to spend quality time with them. Most importantly, being the son of a Christian family, he had never skipped going to church on Sunday’s. 

From a young age, Jake was taught the good, the bad and the red line separating them. He was never the one to commit such sins. Even if he did, he would have been ashamed for the rest of his life. However, as he grew up and learned stuff about the world outside of the rules he was made to follow, he realized how thin the line between good and bad was. Foremost, he learned why sins were actually called sins and the reason why they were prohibited. 

It all started with you. 

Instead of going on a boy’s trip, Jake decided to return to his hometown for the spring break. College took its toll on the boy, he just wanted two weeks of peace. Plus, he was sick of eating nothing but instant ramen during his dorm experience since neither he nor his roommate knew how to cook a simple meal. Jake needed power to finish the rest of his semester and the only thing that could make Jake keep going was his mom’s cooking. Not to mention, he also missed his friends from high school and after hearing that all three of them would be back home for the spring break, Jake didn’t need to think twice before buying his bus tickets.

Of course, his parents had to take Jake to the church on the first Sunday of his arrival. It had been a while since he stepped into the old church. The scent of wood and the smell of damp filled his senses. His shoes clicked with every step he took on the stone floor. His eyes watched the sunlight come through from the colored rose windows. The wooden bench creaked when he took a seat next to his parents, wishing that his older brother was with them too but sadly, he had to work in the city. 

It was usual for most of the residents of the town to attend church on Sunday mornings. Since it was a small town, everybody recognized each other. Even if Jake didn’t know every single person’s name, he was familiar with the faces that appeared, except for one of them. 

To say that the spotlight was on you when you walked into the crowd of people trying to find a seat wouldn’t be a lie. Jake was sure his eyes weren’t the only ones staring at your figure. With the white dress you were wearing, Jake could swear that you were an angel. He kept his eyes on you as you chatted with a boy younger than him, Jake remembering his name being Jungwon, as you took a seat a few rows in front of where he was sitting. He could barely hear your voice from all the people talking. He wondered what your business was with the Jungwon kid as he caught a glimpse of you smiling at whatever the younger boy said. Jake didn’t even realize that he was staring until you turned around, making eye contact with him. Jake jumped slightly on his seat, looking down at his feet immediately. Knowing that he was caught in the act, his ears turned red from embarrassment. If he was just a little bit more daring, he would have caught you smiling at him. After getting caught, Jake thought it would be better if he gave his attention to the service rather than you but he couldn’t help but steal a few glances here and there as the day continued. 

Jake went outside for his parents to come instead of waiting in the church when the service ended. They did take a long time chatting with every single person who attended that day. He could have walked home but it was a bit too hot to walk for his liking. Plus, the car had AC. Even though Jake's eyes were mostly on you, he didn’t catch you leaving in the middle of the service. Maybe that was the reason why he didn’t want to walk to his house as soon as he got out. He wanted to see you one more time and maybe get your name. 

‘’Hey Jake! Have you seen my sister by any chance?’’ He heard Jungwon ask from behind, making him turn around to face the boy. 

‘’Sister? Isn’t she standing next to your dad?’’ Jake questioned, pointing where Jungwon’s father and sister were standing, conversing with random people. 

‘’Ugh- Not that one. My step-sister actually. My dad recently got married with her mother and they moved in a few days ago. Soon enough, I found out that she likes to vanish into thin air.’’ Jungwon rambled, looking around for his so-called-new-sister. ‘’She was sitting next to me, the one who wore a white dress… The one who caught you staring at her?’’ Jungwon added, teasing the older boy with a smile on his face. 

‘’First of all, I haven’t seen her. Secondly, I wasn’t staring. I was just curious because I’ve never seen her around here before.’’ Jake shrugged, looking away from Jungwon’s gaze as if he was running away. 

‘’Her name is Y/N by the way, if you were wondering. Anyways, she left saying that she had to use the bathroom but never came back afterwards. I went to look for her, in case something bad happened since nobody takes that long to use the bathroom but she wasn’t there.’’ Jungwon let out a sigh, wondering where you ran off.

‘’Maybe she was feeling dizzy and went to the infirmary. It’s pretty hot today, you know…’’ 

‘’Anyway, if you see her around can you tell her to text me? Also I saw Heeseung earlier, he was looking for you.’’ Jungwon mentioned before his father called him over. He waved a quick goodbye before leaving Jake’s side. 

Hearing Heeseung’s name, Jake decided to go back inside and look for his friend since he hadn’t seen him get out either. His parents were still in a deep conversation with their neighbors and looking at it, they didn’t plan on ending the talk anytime soon. 

See, since Jake’s parents took him to the church whenever they got the chance, he knew the place like the back of his hand. When they were children, Jake and his friends loved playing hide and seek at the back of the church where they had private rooms or downstairs where the storage was. Without any doubt, Jake made his way downstairs to the storage room since it was the place Heeseung loved to hide the most. The storage room was also a place where Heeseung liked to go when he had stuff to think about. 

Jake smiled to himself as he walked to the storage room. He could already hear Heeseung’s quiet voice. As he got closer, he could hear somebody else’s voice. Was Heeseung with somebody? Knitting his eyebrows in confusion, Jake saw that the door of the room wasn’t fully closed. In order not to disturb, Jake took a quiet step and held the doorknob, opening the door enough to see who was in the room with his friend. He was being extremely careful for the door not to creak or make any noise. He lowered his head and squinted his eyes enough to see what was going on in the other side of the room from the opening. 

To say that Jake was shocked at the sight in front of him was not enough. With widened eyes, Jake decided it would be for the best if he just closed the door and left and forgot what he had just seen. But somehow his feet weren’t moving nor his eyes couldn’t help but stare at how his best friend was fucking you. 

Jake got a clear sight of you while Heeseung had his back to the door. The taller boy got you seated on a desk as he stood between your legs. With the skirt of your dress lifted over to your stomach, your white lace panties were dangling on your ankle as one of Heeseung’s hands was squeezing the flesh of your hip while the other one was one your mouth, trying to keep you as quiet as possible. Heeseung’s face was hidden in the crook of your neck, kissing the skin as his hips continued to ram into you. Your hands were on Heeseung’s broad shoulders, holding onto him for support. With Heeseung’s every move, Jake could hear your muffled cries of pleasure. 

Jake licked his lips as he felt his pants getting tighter. Not only he was feeling guilty watching you and Heeseung have sex inside the fucking church but now, he also got a hard-on by secretly watching you. 

When Heeseung let go of your mouth to wrap your legs around his torso, you wrapped your arms around his back and decided to rest your forehead on his shoulder. When you finally decided to look up again, Jake’s eyes met yours, making him raise his eyebrows in shock. Not only Jake was caught staring at you earlier in the morning but now he was caught watching you fuck his best friend. If Jake could die from embarrassment, this would be the right moment for it. Jake was ready to close the door and leave but the look in your eyes made him stay at his original spot. Jake would have thought that you would panic but your eyes said otherwise. It was something he had never seen nor felt before. 

Lust. 

He was taught that lust was one of the seven deadly sins. Lust was said to be selfish, a sexual craving that you failed to control. A desire that gives birth to a sin. 

Somehow you made lust look like a blessing rather than a sin as you kept staring into Jake’s dark eyes when you hit your orgasm. The look on your face when you came was imprinted on Jake’s mind already. He had never seen a person look that blissful. Jake thought, if lust was one of the seven deadly sins prohibited, and premarital sex was considered as a sin, why did it look so tempting? 

The following day, Jake found himself back in the church. Sitting by himself in the back corner, he asked for God’s forgiveness. Not only for watching you and Heeseung get intimate but also for what happened in the bathroom and when he got back home. 

Telling his parents that he wasn’t feeling good, Jake ran back to his room and locked the door behind him just like he did an hour ago when he found himself in the bathroom, still inside the church. There was no way Jake could step outside with a visible hard on in his pants and definitely not after you caught him. He asked for God’s forgiveness before unzipping his pants and lowering them along with his boxers as he sat down on the toilet, focusing on getting himself off. He had sinned once already, it wouldn’t really matter if he sinned more, right? 

Jake would be lying if he told that he hadn’t touched himself before. Of course he did. His morning woods didn’t go away magically. It was just that he didn’t do it often. 

He thought his boner would have gone away after his little getaway at the bathroom but he was still as hard as a rock when he arrived back at the house. He just couldn’t stop thinking of you; how angelic you looked even if you were committing such sin. Was Heeseung that good, you couldn’t keep your hands off him? Would Jake be able to make you feel as good as Heeseung did? Maybe even better? 

Jake wanted to be in Heeseung’s place so badly. He wanted to be the one to hear your needy moans up close and your touch against his skin. Would you also let Jake fuck you the way Heeseung did? With all these sinful thoughts clouding his mind, Jake couldn’t take it anymore. Once again that day, he found himself lowering his pants and boxers as he lay down on his cozy bed. He let out a quiet whimper when he touched his cock, his thumb grazing against his sensitive tip. With his other hand, he covered his mouth. God forbid what would happen if his parents came up to his room and caught him pleasuring himself. He couldn’t dare to make any noise. 

He spat on his other hand before bringing it back to touch his dick. He moved his hand slowly at first. He was still sensitive from his previous orgasm. Squeezing his cock slightly, he started to move his hand faster. He spread the precum on his dick, getting it wetter so he could move his hand easier. The silence was replaced with the wet sounds of his hand pumping his dick. He wanted to keep it low-key but it felt so fucking good, he couldn’t get himself to slow down. Jake thought he had everything under control but suddenly everything turned messy. He was now biting on his hand not to make a noise. He closed his eyes to focus on his pleasure, the sight of you getting fucked by Heeseung appearing in front of him but this time, it wasn’t Heeseung but himself getting a taste of you. 

His hips bucked into his palm as he arched his back whenever his thumb brushed past his tip. His toes curled with every thrust of his hand, tears formed in the corner of his eyes. He wanted to moan your name so bad. Jake thought, if you enjoyed being watched, you would also enjoy watching him pleasure himself. He got even more turned on imagining you sitting by the edge of your bed as you ordered him around like a puppy. He would do literally anything to please you. 

Jake changed his position since his hand was getting tired. He lay on his stomach, hiding his face into his separate pillow. He folded the other pillow, putting it just under his abdomen. Jake didn’t have a single idea what he was doing but he really needed some kind of release and it seemed like humping his pillow would be one of the better choices he had in mind. With his nails digging into the white sheet covering his bed, he started moving his hips. He moaned into the pillow when he felt the friction against his cock. It was a satisfying feeling, the material of the pillow cover was soft, it didn’t burn like he had expected. 

As he continued to hump his pillow, he imagined rubbing his dick on your pussy. He had no doubt that you would feel a hundred times better than the pillow. He thought about kissing every inch of your body as you lay beneath him, begging him to fuck you. He just knew that you would sound so pretty moaning his name. Jake was ready to sell his soul to the devil to hear such intimate noises come out of you. Bonus point, if he was the reason for your pretty moans. 

Jake would never be able to erase the memory of you hitting your high and especially the state you were in when you came. He just couldn’t get the image out of his head. Your hair was all tangled up and messy, your lips were swollen, probably from kissing. Your legs were trembling as you tried to hold back your moan. Your face was glistening with sweat as Heeseung continued moving his hips to hit his own orgasm. 

Soon enough, Jake felt the familiar feeling of his orgasm building up. He started moving his hips faster. He slipped one hand between his body and the bed to massage his balls. He knew for sure that he was failing miserably when it came to keeping his mouth shut. He felt his dick twitch when he gave his balls a squeeze. It was getting hard holding himself up. Drops of sweat rolled down from the side of his face as he panted. 

Rolling on his back once again, he leaned against his elbow, holding himself up. His other hand wrapped around his dick again, jerking himself off as fast as he could. His eyes were locked on how his hand moved on his pulsating cock. Once again, he imagined it was your hand wrapped around his dick instead of his. The thought was enough for him to cum right there and then. 

‘’Fuck, Y/N-’’ He mewled right before he came into his hand. He continued to move his hand as he rode out his orgasm. Jake threw his head back with a not-so-quiet moan as he continued to release his seed. Jake didn’t know he was capable of cumming this much. 

After he finished, he couldn’t find the energy to get up and clean himself. He dragged himself out of the bed to take a quick shower in his bathroom. For the first time, Jake didn’t feel guilty about touching himself. Why would he when it felt like drinking lemonade after a hot day out? 

Jake was only back in town for the spring break, for only two weeks. He could go two weeks without bumping into you or simply ignoring you. It didn’t seem to be so hard and for two days, he was going better than he expected until Wednesday. 

Of course, his parents had to drag him to the bake sale taking place at the church’s back garden. He could have easily said that he was sick, again, but his parents acted quicker by handing him a try filled with chocolate chip cookies. 

He just knew that you would be present and not because he knew how much Jungwon enjoyed eating his mother’s chocolate chip cookies but because of the uneasy feeling he had inside. Jake's so-called sixth sense never lied to him and yet, once again his gut was right when he saw you standing right in front of him. 

‘’Are you going to ignore my presence or do you want me to sit on your lap that much to get your attention?’’ You said, making Jake look up from his phone. He was doing so well at ignoring you since he arrived at the bake sale. Jake was wrong to assume that you would also forget about what happened a few days ago but it seemed like you had other plans; plans that included him. 

‘’You want to buy some cookies for Jungwon?’’ Jake asked, trying to keep his cool. He looked unamused from the outside, but he was burning up inside. 

‘’You and I both know I’m not here for cookies.’’ You replied, taking a step closer to the boy. ‘’So you’re just going to ignore me and what you saw a couple of days ago, huh?’’ 

‘’It was none of my business so it would be for the best if we don’t bring it up ever again.’’ Jake shrugged, trying to ignore the tension between you and him.

‘’If it wasn’t your business, why didn’t you leave?’’ You leaned in, whispering in his ear. ‘’Not even after I caught you red handed. You’re into that kind of stuff, aren’t you Jake?’’ 

Jake’s breath hitched in his through when his name left your lips. His name sounded even sweeter when you were the one calling him. He turned his hand into a fist, knuckles turning white as he tried to hold himself back. It was funny how this was the first time you were having a conversation yet you had such a big effect on him. It seemed like you had caught up on it since your innocent smile was replaced with a sly smirk.

‘’You like it when I say your name? That’s cute.’’ You teased him, making his face turn red. 

‘’What you did was inappropriate. I don’t care what you do with your personal life but at a church really? And you left in the middle of service just to have sex with a guy? I know somebody who has a reserved place in hell.’’ Jake scoffed, taking a step back to put some distance between the two of you. 

‘’That makes two of us. Did you also think about me when you were getting off in the bathroom?’’ You chuckled, making Jake stop dead in his tracks. ‘’Yeah, you weren’t being quiet but don’t worry nobody else heard you. You want everyone to think that you are the perfect Christian son but guess what? That ship has already sailed and left you behind. You’ve already got a taste of what can lust offer and on top of that, you enjoyed it. You want more. You crave for more. You are already in too deep, not even God will forgive you for your actions from now on. So tell me, do you want to see more or are you still going to beg for forgiveness?’’ 

In another universe, Jake would have ignored everything you said and maybe continued helping his family out by selling the infamous chocolate chip cookies. Maybe he would have acted the way his parents wanted. He would have made a decision according to his morals and ‘chose’ the right path. 

Maybe in another universe, he wouldn’t have ended up with his cock in your mouth in the same storage room where you and his best friend hooked up just a few days ago. 

Jake knew that he wasn’t going to last long from the moment you dropped on your knees in front of him. His knuckles turned white from how strong he was holding the edge of the desk he was leaning against when you pulled down his jeans along with his underwear, leaving his cock free. 

‘’God, Jake you’re so big.’’ You said, wrapping your fingers around his dick and moving it slightly. Jake gulped at the sudden contact and inhaled a deep breath. You just didn’t bring up God’s name while you were touching his cock.

‘’Please keep God’s name out of this. Don’t say it.’’ He requested with a quiet voice, earning a chuckle from you. 

‘’Oh, sweet boy.’’ You cooed, looking up to his red face as you continued to move your hand at a slow pace on his cock. ‘’You won’t remember the existence of God by the time I finish playing with you.’’

Your words made Jake’s eyes widen and before he could reply, you wrapped your lips around the tip of his cock. He whimpered at the new feeling and bit down on his lip. He closed his eyes, not because of pleasure but from embarrassment. Here you were, with your pretty mouth on his cock and he didn’t know where to look, let alone what to do. 

You pulled back just seconds later and stopped your movements on his cock. ‘’Watch me, puppy.’’ To Jake, that sounded like an order, making him immediately open his eyes and look down at you, meeting your eyes. 

There it was, the change in your eyes. The exact same look you had when he watched you from the small opening of the door. The lustful gaze, the premier reason why he was here. 

‘’Good boy.’’ You mumbled, putting your hands on his bare thighs. ‘’Keep your eyes on me.’’ 

Once again, you put your mouth to good use and this time Jake’s eyes were on you. His breath hitched in his throat when he saw you take his cock into your mouth. The warm and wet feeling of your mouth was way better than his own hand, of course. He just wasn’t used to it. One thing he was sure about was that he wanted more. 

You started off with the tip again, swirling your tongue around it teasingly. Gradually, you took more of him. You held your tongue down, lapping at his cock as you tried to fill him in your mouth. With Jake staring at his cock disappearing between your lips, he tried so hard to hold back and not buck his hips. He let out a needy cry when he felt his tip brush the back of your throat. You looked up to him through your eyelashes, wanting to see his reaction. 

‘’Please.’’ He mouthed, craving for some kind of friction. He needed you to move, not that he wouldn’t come with you staying still with his dick in your mouth. He just wanted to experience the whole thing since there was no way he was going to get his dick sucked a second time. 

When you started to bob your head, he let out a shaky moan. It didn’t take you long enough to figure out that Jake was very vocal and he wasn’t trying to be subtle about it. You liked a man who didn’t hold back his moans. Since Jake let you know that you were, indeed , making him feel good, you moved at a faster pace. He whimpered every single time when his tip touched your throat, making you gag in progress. 

Jake was so lost in the pleasure he was receiving from you that there was nothing in his mind other than you and especially the urge to cum. The feeling was just too good, he couldn’t focus on anything else. With his dick twitching in your mouth, he figured out he was about to cum. It was kinda surprising that he lasted this long. He just needed a little bit more, he was just on the edge. Jake didn’t need to tell you that he was close, it was easy to read him. 

You focused on his sensitive tip again, sucking on it as you jerked off the rest of his cock. He was already letting tears of pleasure roll down his cheeks as he begged for more and more. His palms were sweating, his hands couldn’t hold the edge of the desk anymore since they were slipping. 

‘’God, please-’’ He whimpered, throwing his head back. 

He wanted to pull away, not sure if you were okay with him coming inside your mouth but when he tried to, you grabbed on his thighs tighter and didn’t let him. Good that he didn’t try again since the moment you dug your nails into his thighs, he was already painting your throat with his cum. Closing his eyes, he let out moan after moan. He opened them right back on time to watch you swallow his seed, your eyes staring into his as you licked your lips. 

‘’I thought we were not going to bring God’s name into this puppy.’’ You teased him as you got up, brushing dust away from your dress as Jake pulled up his jeans. 

‘’You are the devil herself.’’ Jake mentioned, still not coming to a conclusion, that he got his dick sucked, in a church, while his parents were selling cookies outside. 

‘’You’re not far from it either now, are you? Better take that purity ring off your fingers. God knows what you did.’’ You snickered, eyeing his finger. Jake hid his hand as his cheeks turned red. Suddenly guilt washed over him again. 

‘’This was a mistake.’’ Jake spoke, not glancing at your way before making his way over to the door and getting out, leaving you alone in the dusty room with a knowing smirk on your face. 

Jake didn’t expect to sit right across from you at the local diner when the original plan was to meet up with his friends, not you. When he saw you enter the diner with Heeseung, he felt like his head was going to explode. He didn’t like how you laughed at everything Heeseung said, how touchy you got with him and most importantly how you didn’t even look at Jake’s way ever since you arrived. 

Jake knew he was in the wrong for feeling this type of way. He was the one to say what happened between you two was a mistake and leaving. He hated how he craved more of you. He was jealous of how Heeseung could joke around and make you laugh, how he could touch you easily and how he got to fuck you first. 

Jake despised how you were able to ruin his life in less than a week and pushed him to commit not only one, but now two deadly sins; lust and envy. 

‘’I hope you guys didn’t mind me bringing Y/N along.’’ Heeseung started when you left to use the bathroom. ‘’She was hanging around by herself in front of the church so I asked her to come. She’s pretty, isn’t she?’’ 

‘’Hmm, heard that she was Jungwon’s step-sister. Jay is a lucky one since he can just show up in front of Jungwon’s door whenever he wants to.’’ Sunghoon sighed, playing with the napkins in front of him. 

‘’Why would you think that?’’ Jay shook his head, taking a sip from his drink.

‘’Aren’t you his tutor or something? You can use the tutor card to see his new sister every day. I mean I’d do that.’’ Sunghoon explained, nudging his friend’s arm.

‘’First of all, you were disgusting. Second, why didn’t I think of that?’’ Jay says in awe, patting Sunghoon’s back before turning to Jake. ‘’You met her at the church, right Jake?’’ 

Jake nodded in response, not in the mood to talk nor listen to the conversation his friends were having about you. 

‘’Fuck- Is she a church girl? She’s going to be hard to pull off then.’’ Sunghoon muttered, sad that his plans failed even before he got a chance to try it out. 

‘’She’s not, don’t worry.’’ Heeseung snickered, a smirk on his face. ‘’Talking from experience.’’

There was nothing more Jake wanted to do than punch Heeseung in the face. To think about it, he wanted to punch Sunghoon and Jay too. Them talking about girls wasn’t something new. Whenever the four of them returned to their hometown for a small break from the university life, girls and sex were two things they talked about. Sometimes Jake felt like an outcast since he basically had zero experience until two days ago and not to mention that he was still a virgin, by choice of course. He basically learned everything he knew about sex from listening his friends’ experiences. 

All eyes were back on you when you returned but your eyes were on Jake for the first time that evening. Jake was fast to break eye contact and turn his head. He expected you to take a seat but instead you stood in front of the table. 

‘’It’s getting late. I have to go, promised mom to unpack since I still have a few boxed lying around my room.’’ You explained, thanking Heeseung for inviting you. 

‘’I’ll take you-’’ Heeseung started his sentence but soon, he was cut off with Jake getting out of the booth to stand next to you.

‘’I’ll walk you home. It’s closer to mine anyway.’’ Jake interrupted his friend, earning an unamused look from him. Jake was sure his friend was planning to bring you back to his house, too bad for him. 

After saying your goodbyes, you left the diner and started walking back home. Street lights were the only source of light since it was a cloudy night, moon nowhere to be seen. With the chilly breeze kissing your skin, you hugged your thin sweater tighter. You cursed yourself for not wearing a longer skirt but in your defense, you didn’t think the night would be colder than usual. At least, your house was not so far away from the diner.

No words were exchanged between the two of you at first but you didn’t fail to catch Jake glancing at you from time to time. Jake thought he made a wrong decision by offering to walk you home. He just did it so Heeseung wouldn’t. He couldn’t foresee how silence could be painful. He wanted to speak to you but whenever he opened his mouth, he just shut it right back. 

‘’Such a gentleman, aren’t you?’’ Of course, you would be the first one to break the silence. Jake was lowkey hoping for you to be the first one to talk since he didn’t have any balls for it. ‘’You seemed pretty upset back there.’’ You continued with a teasing tone. Maybe it was time for Jake to speak about what was going on in his mind. 

‘’Why didn’t you look at me back there?’’ Jake asked with a quiet voice, still not having enough courage to meet your eyes. The question made you giggle.

‘’So you wanted my attention? Cute.’’ You chuckled, smiling at Jake. You stopped walking to stare at him which made him stop too. ‘’Weren’t you the one telling that what happened back in church was a mistake?’’

Jake let out a stressed sigh, looking at his feet. ‘’I did but it doesn’t mean that I want you to ignore me.’’ 

‘’It seems like you are the one ignoring me.’’ You clapped back, stomping your feet on the ground like an angry child. 

‘’Ugh- I just- I can’t-’’ He stumbled over his words, bringing a hand to scratch his neck. ‘’I thought you’d want to talk to Heeseung rather than me.’’ 

‘’And why would you think that?’’ You folded your arms over your chest, tapping your feet as you waited for an answer. 

‘’He’s just- He’s older and more mature than me. Not to mention, he’s taller and more handsome. He always knows what to say to a girl and make them fall on their knees-’’

‘’You made me fall on my knees Jake, let me remind you that.’’ You cut him off, clicking your tongue. ‘’I don’t suck every dick that is offered to me. I only suck the ones I want and before you ask, no I didn’t suck Heeseung’s dick.’’ 

Jake was confused, nothing you said made sense to him. Why wouldn’t you want to suck Heeseung’s dick but his? Heeseung was more experienced than him and the older boy sure knew what to do way better than he did. Jake was just a nineteen year old virgin college student. Nobody would prefer him over the Lee Heeseung. 

‘’W-Why?’’

‘’I like good boys… like you.’’ You confessed, making Jake finally look up, only to meet your pretty eyes staring at him. ‘’Looks like you’re not such a good boy anymore though. Where did your ring go, pretty boy?’’ You mentioned, eyeing his empty finger on his left hand. Jake hid his hand in the pocket of his pants, his ears turning red. 

‘’How did you notice?’’ Jake questioned, feeling your gaze on him once again.

‘’I always look at your fingers.’’ You revealed, making Jake tilt his head in confusion. ‘’And think about how good they would feel inside me.’’ 

When you mentioned that Jake was going to help you unpack the boxes crowding your room, your step-father was more than happier to let Jake inside. Since it was still considered early for a Friday evening, none of your siblings were home and your mother was visiting the neighbors. To think that your step-dad was a workaholic, you assumed he was going to lock himself in his study room next to the kitchen until your mom came back. 

‘’We’re not going to unbox anything, are we?’’ Jake asked, stepping inside your room to see everything was already in place. 

‘’We’re not.’’ 

He didn’t really expect to lay down on your bed, half naked, with your body tangled in his. Jake had already had his first kiss but he had never made out with somebody. When he told you this, you were more than happy to help him out.

Lying down sideways as you faced each other, you guided Jake’s hands on your body, giving him consent to touch you wherever he wanted. Jake was already breathing heavily and it felt like his heart was going to jump out from his chest when you leaned in closer to his face, noses brushing against each other. You kissed him delicately at first, you didn’t want to start off harsh and scare the boy away. Putting one hand behind his neck and the other one on his cheek, you pulled him closer to you so you could depend the kiss even more. When he felt comfortable, he started kissing you back, trying to copy your movements. Using his left hand, he brushed your hair back so it wouldn’t bother you. His right hand was shaking slightly when it finally came into contact with your waist. 

You mewled into the kiss when his cold fingertips grazed your skin, making Jake pull away, thinking that he did something wrong. When you assured him everything was alright, you put your lips on his again. You decided it was time for taking things a little bit further after coming to a conclusion that Jake was enjoying it. You sucked on his bottom lip gently as you moved your hands to his broad shoulders. Jake whimpered when you slipped your tongue into his mouth, making you giggle into the kiss. It was the sweetest sound Jake had ever heard in his life. You sucked on his tongue with him repeating your actions. He was surprisingly good for his first time, as expected he was a fast learner. As the kiss got more heated, Jake became uneasy. He could feel his dick getting hard under his boxers and you had taken a note of it since his crotch was brushing against your leg.  

‘’Touch me more, puppy.’’ You mumbled into the kiss, saliva dripping down your chin. ‘’I want your hands everywhere.’’ 

You lowered your hands on his chest, grazing his skin with your fingers before pulling him closer to you by his waist. You tangled your leg with his, bringing his thigh just under your crotch. Jake groaned when he felt how wet your panties were. You were soaking through the material. His grip on your waist tightened, making you smirk into the kiss. 

‘’You feel how wet I’m for you pup?’’ You said sweetly like it was the most innocent thing ever. You started rocking your hips on his thigh, spreading your wetness. He gulped nervously as his eyes were glued on you. He wanted to look down below but he was too flustered for it. 

‘’F-For me?’’ He stammered, his heart loudly in his chest. ‘’I made you wet?’’ He sounded surprised, making you put on another smile on your face. You brought your thumb to caress his swollen lips as you looked at him with dark eyes. His plump lips were redder than before from all the kissing and you were sure that they hurt a little. 

‘’Of course, puppy. You’re so handsome and sexy. Every girl out there would have gotten wet if they were in my situation.’’ You hummed, pushing your thumb into his mouth. You pressed it on his tongue, making him suck on it. You continued moving your hips on his thigh as the friction felt too good on your pulsating clit. Jake whined every time when he felt your damp panties stick on his skin. ‘’You’d like that wouldn’t you…’’ 

‘’You’re the only one that matters.’’ Jake mumbled when you pulled your thumb back. He wanted to kiss you again but he didn’t want to be the one who initiated it. He looked at you with his chocolate brown eyes, lust hiding behind his irises. 

‘’Tell me what you want, baby.’’ You murmured as your lips moved to his jawline, kissing and sucking his skin. ‘’I wouldn’t know if you don’t tell me.’’ 

Jake hesitated before saying what was in his mind, what he wanted to do to you. He just wanted to feel all of your body, touch you, kiss you like you were doing to him right now. It felt different when you kissed his neck, much different than what he felt when you were kissing his lips. You got his toes curling when your lips met his neck, leaving him whimpering needily. 

‘’Can I kiss your body?’’ He requested, making you stop and raise your head. You raised your eyebrows in surprise before nodding. 

He tried to reenact how your lips were moving on his body. Hesitantly, his lips met your neck. He inhaled your scent, your perfume making him dizzy. He started off with peppering kisses on your skin. Then he decided to put more pressure into his kisses. He knew he was doing an okay job when he heard you let out a short moan. He moved his hand to your back as he lowered his head to kiss your shoulder then collarbones. He halted his movements when he came face to face with your bra. 

‘’You can undress me baby.’’ You encouraged him, tangling your fingers in his hair. 

Yeah, Jake wanted to take off your bra and throw it somewhere across your room but he simply didn’t know how to get it off. He knew there wasn’t a clasp or anything in front of it since he found himself staring at the pink ribbon in front of your bra. So he thought there should be something on the back. He dragged his fingers on your back until he hit the material of your bra. His fingers searched for a zip, a button, anything but he was still left with nothing. 

‘’I’m sorry, I can’t-’’ He huffed in annoyance, his palms sweating. 

‘’It’s okay, pup. I’ll teach you.’’ You brought your hands to your back where Jake’s hands were, guiding his hand over to the hook holding your bra together. You unhooked it as the straps fell down on your shoulders. ‘’You can take it off now.’’ 

Jake licked his lips before pulling the straps down on your arms gently. He took it off your body and put it elsewhere. He stared at your hardened nipples, feeling anxious again. Realizing the change in his mood, you cupped his face and pressed a kiss on his plump lips. Just when you were about to pull away, Jake followed your lips, not letting you break the kiss. 

‘’Do you want to continue kissing me, baby?’’ You mumbled, not breaking the kiss. Jake just hummed and continued to make out with you messily. You brought his hand to your breast, encouraging him to feel it. He moaned into the kiss once again when he felt how hard your nipple had gotten. You yelped when you felt him brush his thumb against it. ‘’More…’’ You pleaded, your hands roaming all over his body. 

Jake repeated what he had done before, flicking the nub with his thumb as he played with your breast. You moaned into the kiss, squeezing your thighs together to feel some friction. He had no idea how worked up you were getting over him. You wanted to teach him everything you knew, corrupt the pretty head of his with sinful thoughts. You wanted to use him for your own pleasure. 

You rubbed your crotch against his bulge, making him let out a cry. He was already painfully hard from all the kissing and touching. You slipped your hand between your bodies to palm him through his underwear. 

‘’Fuck-’’ Jake cursed when you grabbed his hard cock over the thin material. His boxers were already stained with precum. You started to move your palm up and down, putting on some pressure on his dick. Jake was already sweating, his hair sticking on his forehead. 

‘’Does my puppy want to cum?’’ You cooed, playing with the waistband of his boxers. ‘’Or do you want me to keep playing with you?’’ 

‘’Please… Touch me more.’’ He panted, his eyes giving you a pleading look. ‘’I need it, please just-’’ 

‘’Let’s try something new, hmm? Something that will benefit both of us because only God and I know how drenched my pussy is right now.’’ You whispered, pulling your hand away from his cock just to grab Jake’s hand and guide him inside your panties. ‘’Seems like there will be a third person on the list soon.’’ 

Jake sat up straight when he realized what was happening. He leaned against the headboard as you crawled closer to him, standing on your knees. With your hand on top of his, you guided his fingers on your clit first. You let out a whimper when his fingers grazed over the small nub of nerves. You felt even more sensitive than before and one touch was enough to get your clit throbbing for attention. You made Jake put some pressure on your clit, making your toes curl in return. Jake’s eyes were stuck watching how his hand moved inside your underwear. He had also noticed that whenever you made him circle your clit, your legs trembled. You were trying so hard not to close them. It was getting harder for you to support yourself on your knees as Jake took the lead, moving his fingers gently on your clit. You withdrew your hand from your panties and let Jake do whatever he wanted. 

‘’Feels so good, just like that baby… Such a good boy.’’ You praised him, locking your fingers in his hair as you focused on the sudden pleasure you were receiving. You held onto the headboard with your free hand for support. With the sudden confidence, Jake moved his fingers to your folds, his eyes widening even more when he felt how much wetter you had gotten. ‘’That’s how much you turn me on, pup. Believe me now?’’  

Jake only let out a low groan, his fingers grazing your wet folds. ‘’You’re dripping on my fingers.’’ He murmured, before slipping a finger between your folds, then a second one, catching you off guard. ‘’Y-You wanted this right? You said you thought about how my fingers would feel inside of you.’’ He reminded you, pushing his fingers all the way in but not making any attempt to move them. 

‘’God, Jake move your fingers.’’ You cried, trying to fuck yourself on his fingers. 

When you said ‘move’, Jake didn’t understand how you wanted him to move his fingers. Did you want him to move his fingers in and out or back and forth? He tried to curl his fingers upwards, remembering the time when Sunghoon was talking about how he made this one girl cum by simply doing this. 

You let out a choked sob when Jake’s fingers put pressure on your sensitive spot. Your legs shook as he kept pressing his fingers on it rather than pumping them. It felt weird but in a good way, you couldn’t explain it even if you tried. Your walls clenched around his fingers and if he didn’t stop, you’d be coming soon.

‘’Baby, not like that.’’ You managed to say, making him stop his movements. ‘’In and out, alright pup? I need you to stretch me so I can take your huge cock with ease later.’’ 

Jake whimpered at the thought of his dick filling up your cunt. He couldn’t wait for the moment to come so he did as he was told to. He started pumping his fingers diligently after you pushed your cotton panties aside, giving him more space to work easily. 

‘’Your fingers feel so good, baby.’’ You breathed out, caressing his soft locks. Every now and then, Jake looked at your reaction. He needed to know if he was making you feel good. He needed your affirmation, he wanted to hear you say that he was doing a good job, that you were enjoying it. So when these words came out of your mouth, he smiled to himself. ‘’They’re so pretty, just like you.’’ 

It was easy to make Jake blush. He looked so cute when his cheeks turned into a soft crimson color. You loved seeing him all flustered because of something you said. You adored this side of him but also you couldn’t wait to see him cry and beg for his release later, not today but soon. 

‘’Can I take your panties off?’’ He asked, his big puppy eyes staring into yours after he pulled out his fingers. With your consent, he rolled down your underwear off your knees, leaving you bare in front of him. 

Jake took a minute just to stare at you, taking the sight in front of him in. You were the most beautiful person he had ever seen in his life. Everything about you made him go crazy. He met you less than a week ago but he was so deeply attracted to you. He was in awe. How could a person looking this angelic was a sinner? 

‘’Can I kiss you… here?’’ Jake mumbled, moving his fingers to your clit once again, pressing against it. Your breath hitched in your throat once again, you didn’t expect such a bold move from him. 

‘’Baby… Don’t you want to cum?’’ You asked, cupping his face in your hands, caressing his cheeks with your thumb. ‘’We can do it some other time.’’ 

‘’I want to do it now.’’ He insisted. ‘’I want to make you feel good too. I want you to tell me that I’m doing good. I want to be your good boy, please.’’ 

‘’Cute.’’ You commented before rolling on top of him, your knees failing to hold you up. You felt more relaxed with the sudden change of your position. You leaned in to place a kiss on his lips. ‘’You’re already my good boy.’’ 

You hooked your fingers under the waistband of his underwear, pulling it down. Jake let out a relieved sigh when you finally took off his underwear. His dick was already twitching and there was no doubt that he would come before he could even more inside your pussy. Should he tell you? It would be less embarrassing than cumming the moment he pushed his dick between your folds. 

‘’I don’t think I’m going to last.’’ He confessed with a quiet voice. ‘’I mean if we have sex now because I’m just- When I touched you I got so excited so like-’’ He kept on rambling. 

You held his chin between your fingers, making him look up to you. ‘’It’s your first time, baby. Nobody lasts long on their first time.’’ You reassured, pushing his body against the headboard before leaning towards your bedside table to grab a condom. ‘’Now be the good boy you are. Got it, pup?’’

You helped him put the condom on before adjusting your position above his crotch. Jake held your bed sheets in his hands as he tried to ease his heavy breathing. He felt like choking as he felt a lump on his throat. He didn’t know where to look; your face or his dick. His eyes kept moving from left to right. His heart felt like it was going to stop. He was sure that you could hear how fast it was beating. The goosebumps on his skin were visible. He licked his lips in anticipation as he waited for your next move. 

God, please forgive the sin I’m about to commit, he thought. 

Lining up his cock at your entrance, you slowly started sinking on it. The tip of his dick slid easily in your wet cunt. You stopped your movements when you heard Jake grunt, making you look up to him. His cheeks were flushed red as always when his eyes met your nose. Your faces were at close proximity, making your nose brush against his. Jake blinked at you, letting you know that he was good to go. You placed your lips on his for the nth time that evening, trying to get him to relax. The boy couldn’t even kiss you back properly as his lips were shaking.

Putting your hands on his shoulders, you continued to lower yourself on his cock more. You continued to kiss him with tongue, giving time for him to get used to the new feeling as you tried to adjust to his size. Jake let out broken whimpers of pure bliss when you sat down on his cock, taking every inch of him inside of you. Before moving, you made sure that Jake felt more relaxed, so you just stood still with his huge cock in your slick cunt as you sucked on his neck. 

‘’Oh gosh-’’ Jake cried, his voice shaking. His toes curled at the new kind of pleasure he was feeling. 

This new pleasure was way different than anything he had experienced before. Not his hand nor the feeling of your mouth came close to it. The warmth made his eyes roll back in pleasure. Your walls were hugging his cock tightly, he had never imagined that your pussy would feel this tight, not even after he fingered you. He could stay still like this, with his cock in your tight pussy, for hours but suddenly, he felt the urge to buck his hips upwards. His cock pulsated in your cunt, aching for some kind of friction. 

‘’How do you feel, pup?’’ You mumbled, pulling away from his neck. You smirked when you realized he was breathing heavier than before as he tried to hold back from jerking his hips. 

‘’So good…’’ His voice cracked.

‘’Your cock is so big Jake. Do you know deep inside you are?’’ You brought one his hands on your belly, making him touch it. You pressed his hand harder on your belly, the pressure making your mouth form an ‘o’. ‘’I feel you right here. Mmmh, so fucking huge. I can’t wait to cum all over it.’’ 

‘’Fuck me. Please fuck me. I can’t handle it anymore.’’ He begged eagerly, moving his hands to your hips. 

You chuckled at how needy he sounded. You got him exactly where you wanted. Without saying anything else, you lifted your hips and sank back down on his cock. Jake cursed, throwing his head back. You continued your movements and bounced on his dock at a steady rythm. His beautiful body was already trembling from pleasure. 

‘’Look at you, pup.’’ You breathed out, resting your forehead against his. ‘’Feels good doesn’t it, letting me use you like a fuck toy?’’ 

He just moaned in response. He wasn’t in the state to open his mouth and speak, let alone form a proper sentence. His grip on your hips got tighter with your every move. Jake’s orgasm was already on the edge, like he had told you before. If you kept saying such nasty things, it wouldn’t be taking him long to release. 

‘’Do you like it, puppy? Do you like how pussy feels wrapped around your big cock?’’ You leaned in, whispering in his ear. ‘’Talk to me.’’

‘’So tight…’’ He whimpered when you started sucking on his earlobe. ‘’Feels like heaven.’’ 

‘’You better not forget how my pussy feels since you’re not going to heaven anymore.’’ 

If you didn’t kiss him again, Jake would have choked on thin air. His one way ticket to heaven was long forgotten from the moment he first saw you. There was no fucking way anything in heaven felt better than what you were making him feel. 

Your pussy was his heaven. 

You felt his dick twitch when your walls clenched, making him let out another moan. His rusty moans were so sexy. You were glad that he didn’t hold back such pretty sounds. 

‘’I’m-’’

‘’I know, pup. Me too.’’ 

You continued to bounce on his cock as your orgasm continued to build up. You changed the angle slightly so his dick would hit your g-spot repetitively. You choked out a sob as your walls clenched around Jake’s dick continuously.  

‘’Fuck- I’m cumming.’’ Jake’s eyes rolled back when your pussy sucked his cock in. With your walls squeezing, urging him to release his seed, Jake’s body shook from pleasure. He came with your name rolling off his tongue. 

As Jake continued to cum, he jerked his hips upwards involuntarily. You started rolling your hips back and forth, chasing your own high. Jake rested his head on your shoulder, his hands wrapping around your body. He was sobbing, begging you to slow down since he was extremely sensitive from his orgasm. He wasn’t used to getting overstimulated. 

‘’Stay with me, baby. You want to see how your cock makes me cum, right?’’ You grabbed his chin, squeezing his cheeks with your fingers and made him look at you. 

‘’I-I do.’’ 

‘’Good boy.’’ 

You came with a loud moan, your walls clenching around his dick. You leaned your body against Jake’s. You didn’t have the power to hold yourself up any longer. You hid your face in the crook of his neck, whimpering as you continued to ride out your orgasm. Jake could have gotten fully hard again as he listened to the soft whimpers slipping past your lips, just next to his ear, if he had enough energy. 

‘’You did so well, baby.’’ You mumbled, bringing him into a chaste kiss. Jake hummed against your lips, relaxing into your touch. ‘’You weren’t that much quiet though. You’re lucky that my step-father locks himself in that dusty room.’’

‘’You weren’t quiet either.’’ Jake noted, making you raise your eyebrows. 

‘’Ah so, I’m the one to blame. Does my puppy need a fact check?’’ You smirked, slightly moving your hips on his semi-hard cock, immediately earning a moan from him. 

You leaned in to place a kiss on his lips again. Jake closed his eyes, waiting for the kiss but it never came. You pulled away from him when you heard your mom’s voice coming from downstairs. 

‘’Fuck.’’ You cursed, getting off from his lap to put some clothes on and fix your hair. ‘’My mom came earlier than expected.’’ You let him know, throwing his clothes at him and telling him to throw the used condom into the trash bin under your desk. 

You opened the windows to some fresh air into the room. You didn’t want your room to be smelling like sex and sweat if your mom decided to come upstairs and check up on you. As Jake dressed, you fixed your bed. You made Jake sit down on your chair as you took a seat on the edge of your bed right before somebody, possibly your mom, knocked on the door. Both of you jumped at the sudden sound, getting up once again when your mom entered your room.

‘’Here you are. My husband told me that we had a guest.’’ Your mother’s curious eyes were on Jake. 

‘’Ah, yes. Jake from church. You met his parents last Sunday after the service.’’ You commented, playing with your fingers nervously. ‘’He helped me with some boxes in my room. We were… We were just talking about joining the Bible study group in church next week before you came.’’ 

‘’Bible study gr- Yes, we are planning to sign up after the service this Sunday.’’ Jake backed you up with a weird look on his face. He couldn’t lie to save his own life. 

‘’That’s so nice. I’m glad that Y/N is making friends. Have you guys had dinner? Do you want me to prepare something?’’ Your mother kept insisting on staying in your room, mostly because she wanted to get to know Jake a little bit more. 

Jake opened his mouth to speak but he closed it back when you spoke in his place. ‘’Jake was about to leave before you came, mom. It’s already late, I’m sure he’s tired from helping me. I’ll walk him out.’’ 

‘’It’s nice to meet you, Jake!’’ Your mom said from behind after you grabbed Jake and dragged him downstairs. He could barely talk to your mom since you were literally running to the door. 

‘’Bible study group, really? I haven’t signed up for a Bible study group since I was 12.’’ Jake mentioned, standing on the front porch with you. 

‘’I’m sorry Jake. Do you want me to go inside and tell my mom that I fucked you in my room and we were just about to fuck again if she didn’t come home?’’ Your comment shut Jake up so fast, making you let out a chuckle. ‘’Joining the Bible study group is a good idea if you want to fuck more. You didn’t think this would be a one time thing, did you?’’

‘’You didn’t?’’ 

‘’Do you think I’d let you go after you gave me a proper orgasm? You’re mine now, puppy. You’re not going anywhere.’’ 

Jake didn’t really expect you to show up at his house the next day, making up some excuse to tell to his parents so you could sneak inside his room. Jake was reading a book when you opened the door to his room. The look in his eyes was undefinable when he saw you standing just a feet away from his bed. Soon later, his book was tossed aside and you were getting comfortable on his lap, your lips locked on his. 

‘’You’re so naughty, letting me feel you like this while your mom is making cookies downstairs.’’ You mumbled, pulling away from the kiss.‘’Are you going to be loud like yesterday or keep quiet so your mom doesn’t catch his innocent son in such a suggestive position? You know, your mom told me not the lock the door.’’ 

‘’I’ll keep quiet.’’ He whispered, his eyes stuck on your lips, begging for you to kiss him again. ‘’I won’t open my mouth, please.’’ 

‘’Tsk.’’ You clicked your tongue, the corner of your lips turning upwards. ‘’God wouldn’t like you lying, hm? We both know that you can’t control yourself yet.’’ 

‘’N-No, I can do it. I swear-’’ 

You put a hand over his mouth, a smirk forming on your lips. ‘’Let’s do it my way, shall we?’’ 

That afternoon, Jake managed to keep quiet thanks to your hand never leaving its position on his mouth and came two times. Plus, you were right about how he wouldn’t be able to keep his voice down because even with your hand keeping his mouth shut, he was having a hard time not making a noise. 

The following days were not so different. After the Sunday service, you dragged him to the storage room downstairs once again. Ever since you told him that you weren’t wearing any panties under your skirt, he was looking forward this exact moment.  Jumping on the desk, you pulled his body to yours, making him stand between your thighs. You guided his hands under your skirt. His breath hitched in his throat when his fingers grazed your wet lips. 

‘’Still surprised at how wet I can get?’’ You teased as he pushed a finger inside. 

‘’Not that, I just can’t still wrap my mind around how I’m the one that gets you this wet.’’ He confessed before adding a second one. 

‘’You should be proud of yourself baby.’’ You stroked his soft hair gently. ‘’Since you’re the only one who can easily get me this wet.’’ 

Jake whined, getting impatient already. He adored it when you encouraged and praised him. He liked it because somehow you managed to make him feel comfortable enough to be bare in front of you and have sex with you. 

‘’Can I taste you?’’ Jake asked with a sudden confidence. Only God knows how much he wanted to place his pretty lips on your cunt and lick your arousal. He had been dreaming of it ever since you first had sex. His brain was clouded with the idea. In the last few days, whenever he touched himself, he got off with the idea of you sitting on his face. 

‘’Will you be able to hold yourself back and not touch yourself till I cum, handsome?’’ You smirked, lifting up your skirt even more to give the boy a view. He nodded in a desperate way, licking his lips in anticipation. ‘’Go down on your knees then puppy. You know I don’t like to wait.’’ 

Jake did as told, getting on his knees in front of you, both of his hands on your thighs. His eyes were locked on your lower body. Suddenly, he realized he had no idea how to give oral and looked up at you like a lost puppy. A soft chuckle left your lips before tangling your fingers in his hair. 

‘’You wanted to kiss right here before, so why don’t you start off like that puppy?’’ 

Putting his mouth to good use, Jake’s lips made contact with your cunt, placing a gentle kiss on it. He repeated the actions a few times. You wrapped your legs around his shoulders, balancing yourself. Jake decided to move to the next stage and gave small licks, curious about how you would react. After hearing your whimpers, he got more courageous and continued licking your cunt. He lowered his tongue to meet your lips, finally getting to taste your arousal. You tasted sweeter than Jake had expected and because of that, he liked it even more. He wanted to bury his face in your pussy and lick you for hours. Plus, he’d gladly listen to all the sounds you’d make when he’s eating you out. 

‘’Gosh, just like that. Keep going pup.’’ You moaned. Your hold on his hair got tighter as you pushed his face to your core, wanting to feel more of his tongue. 

He continued to lick stripes as you rubbed your clit. Legs shaking slightly from the pleasure, you tugged on his hair harder, making him moan against your core. The vibrations sent shivers to your spine. You wanted to wrap your legs around his neck and hold him between your thighs. 

Jake’s lips moved to your clit, replacing your fingers with his mouth as he gave kitten licks to the bud, making you whimper his name. Jake looked at you through his long eyelashes as his mouth stayed attached to your cunt. You forgot how to breathe properly when you saw him in that position. How could a person look so ethereal while going down on somebody? Somehow Jake Sim managed to do that. 

‘’Feels so good, baby. You’re doing such a great job.’’ You caressed his silky hair as he continued to devour your pussy. 

Jake started off with small licks and for a solid minute he didn’t try anything different but once he did, he got messy. He got so addicted to your taste and the sounds you were making, he didn’t want to leave his place between your thighs. He wanted to tease you and edge you on purpose, just to stay in the same place longer but knowing that you were the one in control, he wouldn’t dare to try such things unless you asked him to do. 

Oh, how good it would feel to make you sit on his face once. It was his new fantasy. He could just lie down beneath you and lick you up for hours. He would get to see you cum over and over again on his tongue. 

‘’I’m close baby.’’ You whimpered as he continued to suck on your clit. He hummed against your skin, making you throw your head back. ‘’Shit, do NOT stop what you’re doing even if i act otherway- Fuck.’’

Your pulsating walls clenched around emptiness as you reached your high. Jake’s mouth stayed attached to your core, even when you tried to push him away or closed your thighs, he didn’t stop his movements. You could swore that you had lost your vision for a second from the powerful orgasm. You didn’t even realize that Jake had pulled away, his chin glistening with saliva and your arousal. It took you a few minutes to regain your composure. Once you did you saw Jake trying to clean up the wet patch on his pants, making you raise a single eyebrow. Hopping off from the desk, you walked next to Jake, tapping him on the shoulder. 

‘’Did you come in your pants, pup?’’ You asked, genuinely curious. 

‘’No! I just- Ugh-’’ He stumbled over his words, trying to hide his pants away from your gaze. 

‘’Baby…’’ You called him softly, wrapping his arms around his waist and hugging the boy from back. ‘’It’s nothing to be embarrassed of…’’

‘’It is! I just can’t control it. I should’ve learned by now but-’’

‘’Hey, don’t say that. Everybody has their own pace right? You’re not going to turn into a sex master in a day. To be honest, it’s kind of hot that you came by solemnly eating me out. Seems like you enjoyed it as much as I did.’’ You kissed his neck before placing your lips on his shoulder. ‘’You are perfect for me, Jake.’’ 

Jake didn’t think he would have it in him to bend you over his bed and fuck you from behind but here you were, on his bed as he fucked you into oblivion. His parents decided to visit a family friend out of the town and of course, he wouldn’t pass this opportunity to fuck you on his bed without stressing about his mom walking in on him fucking his friend from the ‘Bible Study group’. 

‘’Fuck- Just like that pup.’’ You buried your face in Jake’s pillow as his grip on your ass got tightened. 

‘’Yeah, you like it?’’ Jake muttered, his thrusts getting deeper. 

With each passing day, Jake got bolder not only with his movements but his words too. You had no idea when his mouth got so dirty. You had always encouraged him to speak to you during sex but he has never been this straightforward. Maybe the new position lit up something inside of him. Jake had only fucked you in missionary or sideways on the bed so taking you from behind was something fairly new to him. He had always imagined how your ass would look when his dick was inside of you, making you cry in pleasure. 

‘’I fucking love it.’’ You moaned, lifting your hips up so he could move more easily. ‘’Talk to me more puppy. You know I like it when you do.’’

Jake’s brain froze after hearing your words. Just a second ago, he was confident in himself and he knew what to say but when you told that you liked it when he talked to you, everything he had in his mind disappeared.

‘’Does my baby like to hold my ass in his hands while he pounds in me?’’ You managed to form a proper sentence while he kept thrusting into you roughly. ‘’Tell me what you like about it.’’ 

‘’I like y-your cunt more.’’ Jake stammered, sweating dripping from his chin. ‘’So wet for me and always so warm. Only for me.’’ 

‘’Yeah pup, only for you. You own my pussy, baby.’’ You breathe heavily. Your head started to spin from the satisfaction Jake’s dick was giving you. 

‘’Only I can fuck this pussy.’’

‘’It’s yours baby. All yours.’’ 

Jake whimpered at your words. The idea of being the only one who gets to stuff his cock in your tight cunt made him go feral. He was never the possessive type but you lit something inside of him. He wanted to be the only one who fucked you for the rest of his life. 

‘’Tell me what you want to do to me, pup.’’ You encouraged him once again, moving your hips according to his thrusts so you could feel him deeper. 

‘’Want to be in your pussy till the sunrises. I want to keep my dick inside of you as long as I can.’’ He moaned as his thrusts got sloppier. 

‘’Good because I want the same thing puppy.’’ 

‘’I’m gonna cum.’’ He cried, not being able to hold it in any longer. ‘’Can I cum?’’

‘’Such a good boy, asking for permission… Of course puppy, come.’’ 

Jake came in the condom with sobs, holding your hips against his, leaving no space in between. Wrapping his arms around your waist right after, he leaned against your body until there was no space left between the two of you. When he calms down from his eye, he rolls over next to you, taking off the condom and throwing it on the floor to clean up later. He was just about to take a quick nap before he came to a realization, making him sit up straight. 

‘’You didn’t come.’’ 

‘’It’s okay-’’

‘’No, it’s not. Tell me what you want and I’ll do it.’’ He looked at you with his beautiful chocolate brown eyes, his gaze making it impossible to reject his offer.

‘’Just kiss me.’’ 

As confused as Jake was, he didn’t hesitate to cup both of your cheeks in the palm of his hands and brought you in for a gentle kiss. You quickly hold onto his waist, your hands caressing his back as you depended the kiss. Putting one of your hands on his, you guided his hand between your legs where your clit had been begging for some kind of friction. Getting the hint, Jake rubbed your sensitive nub or nerves with his thumb, making you whimper into the kiss. 

‘’Need your fingers baby, give them to me.’’ You moaned against his lips. 

Of course, Jake wouldn’t make you tell him twice. Without moving his thumb, his slipped two fingers inside you easily. Jake learned how to finger you like a pro just within just a few days. After all, he had a teacher that he could count on.  

Jake loved how intimate the position the two of you were in. He had never thought about love, specifically loving you, before this exact moment. His heart softened at your quiet mewls. His mind went crazy whenever you moaned his name. The way your eyes rolled back in pleasure when he curled his fingers made him want to take polaroid pictures of you to keep in his wallet. 

‘’You’re spoiling me, Jakey. You make me feel so fucking good.’’ You whispered, your lips brushing his plump ones. 

Out of all nicknames you called him, ‘Jakey’ was his favorite. He liked the others one too, but he wished you would call him with his real name when the two of you were alone sometimes. 

‘’Call me by my name, please.’’ 

‘’Yeah? You want that?’’ You smirked, your nose touching his. You rocked your hips to the the movement of his fingers. ‘’Jake…’’ 

‘’Say it again, please.’’

‘’Such a polite, good boy, always asking nicely. Good boys get what they want, don’t they, Jake?’’ You moaned when he went knuckles deep in your pussy. His thumb kept moving circles on your clit. ‘’You want me to call you by your name and I will.’’

‘’Do you like how I’m making you feel?’’ Jake asked, pumping his fingers in and out. ‘’Tell me you like my fingers.’’

‘’Hmm, I love your long slender fingers. I love them even more when they’re inside of me, Jake.’’ You murmured, your lips chasing his. ‘’Can you hear how wet I am?’’ 

‘’I c-can.’’ He stammered, putting more pressure on your clit.

‘’Fuck- I’m close, keep what you’re doing Jakey.’’ You moaned, holding his body close to yours. ‘’Gonna cum on your pretty finger, baby.’’ 

‘’Please do, fuck-’’ Jake felt your walls clenching around his digits, making him gulp. 

‘’Jake- Oh god-’’ You rested your forehead against his as you reached your high. You let out a chocked sob, holding onto his body. ‘’Jake, Jake, Jake…’’ You moaned as he helped riding out your orgasm, continuing to move his fingers inside at a steady rythm. 

Jake pulled his fingers out before wrapping his arms around your body once again, hiding his face in the crook of your neck as he peppered butterfly kisses on your neck and shoulder. You stood in that exact position for a good 5 minutes, not moving an inch, just enjoying each other’s presence. 

‘’So you’re really leaving tomorrow?’’ Jake broke the silence. He was never the one to like the quietness. 

‘’Hmm, I guess.’’ You murmured against his chest, getting comfortable on him. 

‘’What about us?’’ Jake asked, making you sit up straight and look at him in the eyes.

‘’Us?’’ You questioned. ‘’There is no us, Jake.’’ You got up from his bed to put on some clothes, him following you. 

‘’What do you mean ‘there’s no us’?’’ Jake’s voice got louder as he continued speaking. ‘’This really means nothing to you?’’

‘’It’s not-’’

‘’It’s not what? Don’t lie to me Y/N. You know what happened between us-’’

‘’Now don’t tell me that you caught feelings for me-’’

‘’What if I did? What if I like you? What if I want to be with you?’’ Jake followed you around like a lost puppy when you decided to get out of his room. 

When you went downstairs, you turned to face him with a frown on your face. ‘’Your heart is lying to your face, Jake. You don’t have feelings for me. You have feelings for the idea of me. I’m the first who kissed you properly, the person who you lost your virginity to, the first person to teach you the basics of sex, the first person that you became intimate with. That is the reason why you think you have feelings for me.’’

‘’That’s not true. Y/N, please-’’

‘’We did nothing but have sex behind closed doors, Jake. We never went out like people our ages do. You’ve never asked me on a proper date. You just wanted me to fuck you. If you really did have feelings for me, you’d think of me as a lover rather than somebody to fuck. So no, you don’t have feelings for me Jake Sim.’’ 

Jake froze on spot, not knowing what to say. He opened his mouth to speak but no words came out. You realized he didn’t have anything to say so you continued.

‘’I will wait for you till summer because I actually have feelings for you and it’s not because I fucked you a few times. I genuinely like you Jake and I don’t want to get heartbroken when you change your mind about me a few days later. If you still have feelings for me when summer comes, you know where to find me. Until then, goodbye.’’ You said before placing a quick kiss on his lips and getting out of his house and maybe out of his life too.

The summer sun felt different on Jake’s skin as he stood in front of the church. He originally didn’t plan on coming back to his hometown as soon as he finished the semester but something inside him kept telling him to visit. He held onto the hope of seeing you again. He didn’t have much expectation though, since he knew you had other plans for the summer; he found it out through one of many conversations you had with him after you fucked his brains out. 

He waited ten more minutes in front of the church before going inside and taking a seat right behind his parents. Shaking his head and trying to get rid of the idea of you, he looked up and scanned the people in the church. He looked through everyone and still there was no sight of you. 

Another day gone by without you showing up, he thought. 

He had been doing the exact same thing for two weeks now. He went to church every day to see if you’d make a visit. He took the same road you usually took. Sometimes he walked past your house, hoping to catch a glimpse of you. But it seemed like you were nowhere to be seen. 

Until he spotted a familiar figure entering the church. You haven’t changed a little bit, maybe your hair was just a little bit longer. You were wearing the exact same dress you wore on the first day Jake saw you. You were still an angel to him, no matter how many times he watched you sin, nobody could ever change his mind. Jake felt his heart thump faster, he felt like he was about to explode. 

When your eyes met his, he was welcomed with the infamous smile of yours, the prettiest one Jake had ever seen. Standing at the very back where nobody was giving you attention, you lifted your skirt slightly, showing Jake what he had been missing out on so far. 

Of course, no panties. 

Jake smirked at himself, knowing very well that the two of you would end up in the storage room downstairs at the end of the way, just like that one warm spring evening months ago but this time, he would be making love to you. 

stay tuned for the follow up ‘bad boys bring heaven to you’

[rosemary-morgan]

Javier Escuella X F.Reader - It's never to late to repent (Part 3)

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Summary: The wait seems to have no end for you and you are about to just give up. Why wait for a man who has probably finally finished with you? But this little spark of hope... Could you let go so easily? What helps you during this time is the reunion with John Marston, who has always been a good friend to you...

Javier Escuella X F.Reader - It's never to late to repent (Part 3)

"Good morning, miss."

"Good morning!"

The man behind the counter smiled sympathetically at you as he told you that still no letter had come for you. He was sorry to see your sad eyes.

"I'm sure it will come soon. Just be patient, miss."

With a gentle nod, you thanked the man and suppressed your tears. Two weeks had passed and there was no word from Javier. You had hoped so much that he would reach out for you. Your last meeting had gone well! So why hadn't you heard from him? Was he still angry with you? Were you that naive? It hurt terribly. You'd been waiting for Javier for so many years… Maybe it was time to just give up, forget about him. Obviously he didn't want to know about you anymore.

"Y/N?"

Hearing your name, you were surprisingly jolted out of your thoughts. You turn around, curious to know who it could be. And when you saw the young man in front of you, you could hardly believe your eyes.

"John?!"

"Oh, my… How are you?"

Neither John nor you hesitated. Instantly you fell into each other's arms and John hugged you tightly.

"John! What a joy to see you!"

It instantly gave you back so much joy and so much strength, that you were able to push back your disappointment in Javier. You had not expected John at all, and the joy was great! Very, very great! The last time you saw John was when you escaped together. After that, you lost sight of each other but you were so happy that he was alive and that he had made it. You slowly broke away from the embrace to look at him more closely.

"You look… different, John."

He looked like a hard-working farmer. He had let his beard grow a little, so the scars on his face were even more noticeable.

"You look different too…. ehm, good! You look good."

You had to laugh at his words. I guess he still had a hard time with compliments.

"Thank you, John! Where's Abigail? Jack?"

"Oh, um…"

John cleared his throat, looking down at the floor, because it didn't seem easy for him to talk about his family.

"She… she took Jack and left me, Y/N."

Frowning, you couldn't even realize what John had just said at first. But judging from his hurt look, it was just as he had said.

"Oh, John. I'm so sorry about that…"

"Yeah… Me too…"

More broken hearts…

The silence that fell between you didn't please John at all, so he tried to steer the topic in another direction.

"What brings you to Strawberry, Y/N?"

"I live here now. Not far from town!"

"Wow. It's beautiful up here. You picked a nice place to live."

"Yes. It's quiet and the people here are very friendly."

John smiled warmly at you and you returned his gesture because it was so good to see an old friend again. It helped you make your day a little better.

"And what about you John? I'm surprised to see you here!"

"I'm currently living on a farm near Little Creek River. That's where I work too."

It was nice to hear that he had found a job to live an honest life. He had also moved on, shedding his past. Not the memory, certainly. But the way of life.

"I'm very proud of you, John."

"Oh, thank you…"

It was unusual for the young man to hear such words, they came very rarely. But it only reminded him of how loving you always were to him and the other members. You were always good at building other people up, giving them courage and a good feeling.

"I… actually came here to receive some supplies. For the farm."

That's when John walked up to the counter, asking the postal worker for his goods.

"Can I give you a ride, Y/N? My wagon's outside."

"Sure. Why not. Thanks!"

John had some goods, which he stowed on his wagon with your help. During the trip at home, you couldn't get the fact that Abigail had left him out of your mind. But you also didn't want to pry and ask what exactly had happened. Nevertheless, you wanted to show him that you would always have an open ear for him because you knew all too well how painful a separation was. The way home was not long.

"Thank you, John."

"You're welcome."

You got down from the car and looked up at John. You had just met again, after all, and you didn't want to let him go just yet.

"John, why don't you come in for a cup of tea or coffee? How about it? I've got some pie there too!"

"Blueberry pie?"

You had to smile, because John seemed to remember that you had baked a lot and liked to bake for the gang.

"Yeah, that one."

John playfully screwed up his face like; damn it! That's the one I love so much!

"I really appreciate it, but I can't. My boss is waiting for his delivery. He's very impatient, you must know."

"Oh… okay…"

Of course you could understand that he was busy, but it was still a pity. You would have liked to have had more time with him. Maybe this was one of the few opportunities you would have to see each other. When John saw the look on your face, he took heart. His boss could wait a bit, he would think of an excuse.

"I…think I have time for a piece of pie. And coffee doesn't sound bad either."

Satisfied with his decision, you lead him to your home. It was a small, pretty cabin. You had put up lots of dried flowers. There were some in the tiny hallway, in the kitchen, and even in the bedroom. In your kitchen there was a big dining table. The living room and kitchen formed one room. There was even a fireplace in the living room to keep you well through the winters.

"Nice place you have here."

"Thank you. I feel very comfortable here too. Sit down John, won't take long."

"Thanks."

While you made the coffee and placed some of the cake on the plates, John looked around silently. Everything seemed to have its place.

"John, um…would you like to talk? About Abigail?"

"Huh? Oh, sorry. What did you say?"

You had brought him out of his thoughts, had barely caught what you had said.

"If you want to talk. About your current situation with Abigail."

But John just puffed, shaking his head.

"There's not much to say, Y/N. She took Jack and just left me. Just like that."

He was angry, you could tell.

"I'm… not a perfect man now, Y/N. But she always wanted the perfect guy. One who doesn't make mistakes. But that's not me. I try hard to live an honest life!"

"Oh, John… I know it hurts…"

You were a poor judge of the situation. Abigail must have had her reasons for leaving him, but what she had done it for, she couldn't say. With a sad expression on your face, you put your hand on his shoulder sympathetically.

There was only a soft sigh from John as he stared down at his hands.

"I haven't heard from them in almost a year…"

You listened to his words as you poured the freshly brewed coffee into the cups to bring to the table.

"I sent many letters, even went to see them once, but Abigail seemed to have finally finished with me."

"I… I don't know what to say, John."

Only that you were very sorry and had actually hoped that he and Abigail would become the family they deserved.

"Like I said," John said, glancing at you as you took a seat next to him. "There's not much to say."

♦♦♦♦

With a tender smile, you put your hand on his, squeezing it gently. You wished you could tell him that the pain would become more bearable with time. But you couldn't, because it would simply be a lie. The only thing you could do was tell him to look forward.

"You know John, they say what you love, let go. If it comes back to you, it stays with you. Forever."

But John could only chuckle at your words, yet he thought it was sweet of you to try to cheer him up.

"You're a good woman, Y/N. I hope Javier knows what he threw away back then."

When his name came up, you averted your eyes from John. John was certainly right about that, but, well….

"We've all made mistakes in our past, John. Javier's not the only one…"

"We were like brothers. He had said so himself. And then? Then he sided with Dutch and Micah. To me, he's nothing but a traitor!"

Hearing John talk about Javier hurt you deeply, but you couldn't blame John either. He was hurt and disappointed in Javier.

"Oh, John…we have to stop judging the mistakes of others. It doesn't undo anything either."

Your voice was soft, it almost seemed to John like you were on the verge of tears.

"I'm sorry… I know how much you loved Javier. I… shouldn't have mentioned him."

Should you tell John about Javier? Maybe they could talk things out? Maybe they could become friends again? Like they were back then? But John was clearly not on good terms with Javier. Maybe it wasn't the right time yet.

"It's all right, John. All that was… a long time ago…"

"Yeah…"

"Javier, good work in Saint Denis! The customer is very happy!"

"Mhm… thanks…"

Mister Hazard owned a small carpentry shop. Javier was one of his best workers and he was very proud of him. And Mister Hazard was a man who cared about his workers. He could tell by the look on Javier's face that he was not well at all. He had been very withdrawn for several weeks. Javier had always radiated a kind of sadness and sorrow, but it had gotten worse.

"What's wrong, Javier?"

Mr. Hazard sat down by the fire with Javier. The latter was carving on a piece of wood, probably just to get his mind off things.

"Nothing… it's… everything is fine…", Javier said with a quiet sigh. Okay, he wouldn't believe himself either. Mister Hazard was not a moron.

"Come on. What's wrong?"

Javier gazed into the fire for quite a while, his blade passing over the piece of wood again and again, slowing down and slowing down. Until finally he began to speak.

"You know, I often miss my home. But… then, well… I've lived in America for so many years now, my heart, my soul, belong here too. They belong… To her."

"Mhm… and what is her name, my friend?"

Javier sighed heavily, turning his gaze to Mister Hazard.

"Y/N. Her name is Y/N. And because of a very stupid decision, I had thrown it all away. Had thrown her love away. Our plans, our future. Everything."

Javier shook his head as he inwardly cursed himself. Mister Hazard nodded at him, now able to slowly comprehend what was going on inside the young man.

"I've made some stupid mistakes too, Javier."

"I doubt they were as big as mine, Mister Hazard."

But Mister Hazard just chuckled, put a hand on his shoulder, looking at him.

"Son, listen to me. I know that it can be hard to forgive yourself. But I also know that self-pity and self-loathing only make things worse."

Javier's pained expression was hard to bear, for Mister Hazard really liked him.

"If there's a chance to make it right, take it Javier."

But Javier shook his head slightly, biting his lower lip gently.

"I… have seen her. A few weeks ago, I met Y/N. After five long years, and I wanted to run away. Like a coward."

Javier gasped, laughing at himself.

"She wouldn't let me go."

Mister Hazard leaned back a bit as he listened to the young man.

"I… almost couldn't even look her in the eye. I can't even forgive myself. How is she supposed to love me anymore?"

But once again, Javier was only given a gentle smile. Mister Hazard was a bit older than Javier and had gained his life experiences and he wanted to share them with him. He could understand all too well how he felt and he wanted to prevent him from making any more mistakes.

"Some people are capable of loving someone so much that they would forgive anything. They would go through hell to preserve the life of a loved one. Y/N came up to you even though you committed a grave mistake. She wouldn't let you go because she didn't want to lose you again."

After all these years, Javier got the chance to pour his heart out and it was good to hear that there was hope. Deep down, Javier knew that he was only making things worse with his stubborn head. Maybe this conversation needed to happen to wake him up.

"Don't let your love pass, Javier. Everyone makes mistakes and what happened can't be undone. But you can learn from them and you have to look forward."

Javier's gaze turned to the campfire and instantly your beautiful face came before his eyes.

"Tell her how much you love her and how much you long for her."

"I…"

"Now the time has come. Your paths have led you back to each other. This is no coincidence, my boy."

"The look on her face… when I broke her heart back then…"

Pain filled Javier and he closed his eyes, squeezing them shut to suppress the pain in his chest.

"You know what I regret, Javier? Huh?"

Javier looked to his boss, whose eyes had become glassy, and he sighed deeply before speaking up again.

"That I had often not been a good husband to my Marie. I ask her forgiveness every day, for every day in the course of our marriage that I had put the fulfillment of my desires above hers."

Javier knew that Mister Hazard had once been married, and Javier could be sure he knew what he was talking about. So he listened to him carefully.

"To forgive me for every moment I broke her heart and didn't give a damn."

Javier sat back, close to tears, because the man's words touched him. He saw himself in this story.

"And I ask her to forgive me for the countless moments I neglected to tell her…how…. infinitely I loved her."

A small pause occurred between them. It was obvious to Mister Hazard that the memories of his wife tormented him greatly, and yet he shared them with Javier.

"I…"

Mister Hazard swallowed, the lump in his throat growing larger, and he averted his eyes from Javier for a moment.

"I was so sure that we would still have time for this. But that was a mistake, Javier. And now I stand at her grave every day and have to ask her forgiveness. Hoping that maybe she'll hear me, maybe she'll see me."

♦♦♦♦

Javier felt the salty tears running down his cheeks. This man carried this pain with him and it opened his eyes.

"Therefore Javier, now is the time. Don't run away from her, but reach out for your love. Enjoy the day together as if it were your last. And live!"

The young man had understood and he was grateful for this conversation.

"If you want to make love, do it now! If you wanted to ask forgiveness, ask now! Because if you don't, you'll end up like me, and you'll never be able to hold her in your arms again, Javier."

"I… understand. I understand…"

Javier knew it was now or never. Instantly, the young man rose from his seat and walked toward the stables to retrieve his stallion. He had lost far too much time…

You were just about to pour freshly brewed coffee into your cup when there was a knock at your door. It was still early in the morning and you were not expecting anyone. But you thought it might be John. In the last few days he had come to visit you quite often. But at this hour? It was only seven o'clock in the morning. Still, you went to the door.

"Who is it?"

"Y/N…"

Your eyes grew wide as you recognized the voice.

"It's me, Javier."

Instantly you opened the door. Could this really be? You could hardly believe it when you saw him standing in front of you.

Javier had ridden all night to be with you as soon as possible. Judging by the expression on his face, he looked very saddened and you saw again the shame, that guilt in his eyes.

"May I… come in, Y/N?"

You looked at him, your words stuck in your throat…

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Chapter 14- A Royal Bargain

Ase proposes an offer that gives Loki pause as he struggles to accept his betrothal. Meanwhile, the darkest twist in the road finds you as an unexpected illness turns into something ever more dangerous...

Pairing: Prince Loki x Concubine!Reader Rating: 18+ ONLY (Minors DNI) MASTERLIST HERE **Please reblog if you like it!**

Content Warning: Threat and mentions of assault, eventual smut, indentured servitude and sex slavery, mean people being mean, violence, executions, more warnings likely to come

Did Stieg forget his word? Where IS he? Loki, have you given up so quickly? I’m here, waiting like you asked…

For the following fortnight, you saw neither Stieg nor Loki, and the only thing you could use to hold on to hope was your own strength of mind, which was getting worn away bit by bit the longer you spent in the service of your future Princess. 

You moved into a small closet off to the side of her bedroom, which you shared with her two other chosen maids, a tiny girl with a nervous eye twitch named Bruna, and a buxom redhead with eyes every bit as blue as Loki’s named Noma. Every morning you awoke before dawn in order to help Ase rise. Bruna fetched her meals, and Noma’s task was to keep the apartments tidy. 

Yours was to be at Ase’s side as she moved about the palace every day, whether it was to acquaint herself with her new home, or to aid in wedding planning (which quickly began to feel like falling on your own sword). Within the first two weeks, you’d watched her pick out her wedding robes and other bits and pieces of her trousseau, as well as had given her a tour of all of the proper parts of the palace. 

One morning, you did catch a glimpse of Loki’s green cape flying behind him as he quickly rushed by with a sentry, but even if he’d been able to spot you, you knew that with Ase nearby, you couldn’t so much as look him in the eye without her permission. Still, it was the closest you’d ever come to being near him for weeks. It made something in your belly flutter, and you were momentarily distracted. 

“Y/N, did you hear me?” Ase snapped as you came out of your trance. 

“Oh, I apologize, my lady,” you murmured, embarrassed. 

“I asked if there was a garden within these walls somewhere, perhaps with a pavilion or falls?”

You instantly shook your head. “No, my lady!” Like hell you were going to let her penetrate the one sacred space you shared with the Prince. “His Highness the Prince does not like to walk about aimlessly for long.”

“Pity.”

You took meals with her, you helped her bathe, the only times you had to yourself were after she went to sleep, which were never early, of course. 

You couldn’t stand being in the same room nearly every second with that radioactive elf woman. She was perfect. Every flick of her finger was choreographed, and every time her shoulders rose and dropped with breath, it was like a delicate, rolling wave crashing onto shore. She was, well, a goddess (albeit one who blackmailed middle-aged priestesses and ruined lives for her own greedy purposes). Once in a very great while, when Ase struck up a simple conversation with you, you found yourself almost complacent. Ase was, of course, witty and intelligent (as only befitted the wife of a God), so she was certainly good for the occasional cordial discussion of a piece of music, or a book. Yet with each word you spoke to her, you felt Loki fade deeper and deeper into the mists of your fogged mind. 

After a while, without news or even effort from Stieg, Thor, or Loki, you felt abandoned, and that, combined with the stress, was making you feel ill again. 

One morning, you awoke to find Noma standing above you, smiling, but looking concerned nonetheless. 

“Y/N?” she asked gently. “Are you in need of a healer?”

“Did I oversleep?” you asked, attempting to sit up, but feeling a dizziness in your head that disabled you almost immediately. 

“The Princess is on an outing with the Prince today,” Noma answered. “We’ve been given the afternoon off! I didn’t want you to miss out on it, but I see your sickness is preventing you from waking.” 

“Sickness? Oh…that sickness…”

Nausea, headaches, dizziness, and even a little hunger pang in between the queasiness were all in a package inside your skull and stomach, and you felt a few tons heavier than the palanquin that had brought you here months ago.

How many months has it been? Four? Five?

A single word from your train of thought (along with all of its variants) suddenly glued itself to the forefront, and a shocking bolt of cold lightning went up your back. 

Months.Month. Monthly. 

“Oh…no….”

You realized that you hadn’t had a cup of a certain kind of tea in months. 

Prince Loki was known across every realm as the wittier of the Odinsons. He was well advanced in his studies when compared to his peers and brother (aside from sword and military combat, which Thor typically had the edge on). He finished his studies nearly two years ahead of expectations. Were he not predestined to be royal by way of birth, he would have likely been the best scholar or advisor that Asgard ever saw. 

Yet, here he was at such a loss.

Princess Ase had taken you into her personal service, and on the few occasions she wasn’t having you run rampant, she was trying to soften the Snake Prince into a more agreeable manner. She could barely tolerate the melancholy figure she was constantly on the arm of. Thus, arranging for a rendezvous had been impossible for nearly two weeks. Every rare moment he had to himself was spent hoping that Ase had retired early, or was ill or otherwise alone. 

Ase had gotten the idea to ask Loki for a tour of the borders of Asgard. After all, this land would be her home now as well. Unable to reject the arrangement, Loki reluctantly brought his fiancee out to the hunting lodge where he’d last brought Hilda. Unlike his late slave, however, Ase was of a higher rank, and therefore, had leave to be bold and assertive around her partner. She refused to leave him alone in the same room for long. She banished every butler and servant after sunset so that she could attempt to seduce her fiance in the dark. 

Loki couldn’t bear to even attempt to sleep with her. “Asgardian tradition states that we must remain chaste until the wedding night,” he lied. 

Ase laughed. “What sense does that make? Are either of us virginal? Of course not! Then why would purity mean one thing to us or to your father?”

“Do not mock our traditions, Princess, for they will become yours in two weeks’ time,” the Prince warned with authority, quickly losing his patience. 

Thus, the following three days rolled by in a slog, each minute feeling like a chore or a test of endurance. On the final morning, Ase took her usual toast and mint tea on Loki’s porch, Loki sitting silently across from her, eyeing the tiny dot along the horizon that was the palace. 

Perhaps some less-intense conversation would break past his outer walls, Ase thought, taking a sip of the tea, which was a little weak for her liking. 

“Have you thought about your wish?” she asked, her voice calculatedly soft. 

Loki looked over at his intended, an odd look on his face. “Wish?”

“For the wedding,” she reminded him. “You, who claim to be so faithful to traditions, seem to have forgotten the most important wedding ritual?” 

“Oh, right.” 

Ase had done her research. She’d learned that on the wedding day of an Asgardian royal, they and their intended each got to make a wish before the Allfather, who had no choice but to grant each one as a gift. On the day of his own nuptials, Odin had asked for the retreat that his son now resided in. Frigga had asked to summon her childhood best friend to the palace to be her permanent lady’s maid. 

“I take it you haven’t, then,” Ase said, disappointed. 

Were it that I could ask for an immediate annulment, thought the Prince. 

“I was thinking of asking for a craft, so that we may easily be able to retreat from the stresses of palace life by leaving Asgard as we wished,” Ase mused. “Or perhaps a large garden in the center of the palace where only the two of us know the secret entrance…”

Loki perked up momentarily at the word ‘garden,’ which, of course, sent his thoughts back to you. “A garden would be a waste of a wish,” Loki mumbled under his breath. Ase did not hear.

Every moment he knew that you’d not heard from him, every moment you bowed to Ase, every moment you weren’t bathing with him in the garden only increased his guilt. What choice did he have but to bide his time until Ase was more likely to let her guard down? He had to admit to himself that Ase choosing you to be her maid was a move he hadn’t anticipated until it was too late. 

The craftiest god in Asgard, the God of Mischief himself, cannot come up with an idea to see his beloved, Loki berated himself. 

“I had a thought,” he spoke up, a quick idea coming to him, “perhaps you’d be happier with my brother.”

“What?” Ase didn’t expect this idea. 

“Thor is the presumed heir,” Loki explained. “I think maybe you’d suit his arm more than mine. You would obtain a throne that I will never give you with my hand. You would have your name carved into the stars, and into our histories for all time. You would be Queen.” 

She giggled, as if the idea was ludicrous. “Thor is betrothed to my older sister, silly!”

“Who is constantly ill, from what I hear,” he quickly replied, “and may not ever be able to perform her duties in Asgard. Is that not so?”

Ase twisted her lip. “Loki, darling, I know we could never love one another, but I would appreciate you at least attempting to meet me along this path we’ve been forced to walk together. I am prepared to execute my duties. Aren’t you?”

He sighed. “Yes.” 

“Then why fight what must be? Why not attempt to make it a pleasure? Am I not beautiful to you?” Ase moaned sadly, leaning forward in her chair, pressing her breasts up, cocking her head coyly to the side and blinking coquettishly. “Won’t fucking me into pregnancy over and over just drive you mad with need?”

Loki gritted his teeth. “Not if you present yourself like a common whore,” he immediately said back, turning away. “And such language doesn’t flatter a future Princess of Asgard, so mind your tongue.”

Ase sat back, giving up on that tactic. “Speaking of whores,” she said after an awkward moment of silence after Loki’s slight, “yours is giving me no trouble, so I thank you for at least ensuring she knew her place before she came to me. I must admit, I expected someone with a bit more fire to them. The girl doesn’t seem your type.” 

It was all he could do not to react at the mention of you. 

Ase continued. “I may be an ambitious princess keeping a god from his former lover, but I am not entirely without a heart, you know.” 

“I never said you were heartless,” the Prince answered. Perhaps I am the heartless one. 

“I assume you never bothered to ask anyone of my own past,” Ase growled bitterly, losing her patience. “Would you like to know how it is being a third daughter in Alfheim, where women are seen as little more than breeding stock and jewelry to hang off the arms of their menfolk?”

Loki didn’t answer, instead looking down at his untouched plate of breakfast. 

“I was born, raised, and trained to be your Princess,” Ase continued. “And for all of my elder sisters’ shortcomings, come illness or affair, I was always the last in line, the least in line, do you understand? This is the first time I’ve ever been capable of shaping my own fate. To prove myself!”

The Prince looked up again, not sure what to make of the half-emotional look on Ase’s glowing face. 

“I will do anything to prove to my family and my country that I can perform any task, exceeding expectations, even if it always was just what was expected. If we are trapped in this union until the end of time, I see no reason to at least try and make it enjoyable for the both of us.” 

Loki twisted his lip in skepticism. “Ase, forgive my lack of sympathy, but I have a right to my reluctance.”

“Indeed.” Another thought popped into her head…one that could actually work. 

“Perhaps the best move, then, would be to send her home.”

“Her?” Loki asked immediately, making Ase smile in earnest. 

“You’re little Vanir mistress,” Ase clarified. 

He scowled and tried to deflect the conversation, knowing the more your name was on her lips, the more dangerous the game became. “Most of my girls are from Vanaheim, per my father’s decree.” 

“Please, I beg you, don’t play games of ignorance with me,” said Ase. “I was actually thinking of rewarding her for her dedication…by sending her home on our wedding day.”

Loki’s attempts to remain stone-faced began to fail. “What do you mean? That isn’t the way it’s done.” 

“I imagine she’s homesick,” Ase said. “She would probably be quite happy returning to whatever mud pile she called home six months ago. I can arrange for that.” 

How dare you, thought Loki. She carries herself with more royal grace than you do with that obnoxious diadem on your brow. 

“Think of it this way: we all win, don’t we? She is banished from our lives, you can fully recover from your silly romps with her, I won’t have to worry about my husband shaming me by taking a formal mistress before I bear you a son, and little Y/N will get her old, rustic life back.”

Loki immediately grew suspicious. No matter where Ase sent you, it would only make it a mild inconvenience for him to find you again, and Ase had to know that. She wants to know exactly where Y/N is...so she can dispose of her without getting her hands dirty, Loki deduced. 

“All I ask is for you to marry me,” she said with a careless shrug. Her smile nearly reflected the morning sun as it hit the veranda, setting it ablaze in bright yellow light. “Loki, I promise you that if you stop fighting me and seeking her out, I will give your whore her happy ending. Just give me mine in return.”

Noma bit her lip, her arm trembling, her breath quick as she tried to become as invisible as possible, keeping to the shadows along the corridor in the hospital wing. 

I’ve never done this before, am I strong enough to do it now?

The dagger in her hand shook as she snuck behind the blonde healer, who was writing out his diagnosis on a piece of official parchment to send to the King, mumbling something under his breath…

“Poor child. If only the Allfather weren’t such a tyrant…if only my own family weren’t at risk…”

Remember, this is on the command of the Prince! And Stieg said he’d protect me…

Noma’s large arm made quick work, and with a grapple, followed by a single stroke, she drew a line of red blood across the man’s throat, throwing his torso over the desk as he gurgled and sputtered his way out of this life. 

“The Allfather makes monsters of us all,” she said under her breath, as if in response. She tossed the dagger onto the desk with disdain, pulled her hood over her face, and quickly fled the scene.

“And by Yggdrasil, may I never have to do that again!” 

“Your Highness, we need to find Prince Loki, and now,” Stieg begged after pounding rudely on the doors of his chamber. It was all Thor could do not to summon a lightning bolt in rage. 

“What is it?” he asked. 

“It’s Y/N.” Stieg bit his lip anxiously and looked everywhere around the room, except into Thor’s eyes. 

“Is she in danger?” Thor asked. 

“Oh yes, more so than we thought possible. She is with child.”

Thor dropped his goblet, and it shattered at his feet. “What a damnable lie!” he hissed. “My brother would not be so carele--”

“--I’m afraid it’s true, Sire. She was never given her tea after that other woman attacked her, a natural oversight. I have the red-haired maid watching her for me. She says there can be no doubt about it. The woman is already beginning to grow.”

“Then…I’m afraid she is a dead woman, Stieg.”

Stieg shook his head in disbelief. “Will your father at the very least take pity on a babe and his poor mother?”

Thor’s face was turning as red as his cape. “My father will not allow a bastard with any claim to the throne to live, nor its mother. He already fears the day he will designate between us who is the true heir.This would be a complication that he would snuff out before finishing his thought.” 

“But under the law, that would be regicide! It still has royal blood--”

“--not if the Allfather does it himself.” Thor felt cold. It was a foreign feeling to a creature who was used to commanding lightning with his very hands. “Does anyone else know besides your spy?”

Stieg quickly shook his head. “I instructed the maid to kill anyone else who knew. By the way…she is my daughter’s friend, so she will need a pardon for that.”

Thor rolled his eyes. “Granted.” 

“Is there anything we can do?”

Thor sighed, thinking for a moment. “Do not take her back to Ase, whatever you do. Take her from the hospital wing to the garden. I will fetch my brother. We must move quickly.”

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the incident:Cupcake!

-HON! I'M HOME!- The clean and fresh air of our rose-scented apartment was quickly overshadowed by the stinky musk that emanated from my boyfriend Kamnan's hairy armpits. With his huge feet, he entered the apartment while removing his sweat t-shirt AND his huge, dirt-filled sneakers further adding to the stench throughout the apartment.

Without saying a single word I started to pick up all the shit that he left around the apartment walking behind him and inhaling the stinking stench that he left behind like a fucking servant, we had already argued about it actually, we had had several fights lately since …the incident. For me, it was easier to stay quiet and ignore all the changes in the personality of Kamna, or Kam… as he called himself now instead of unleashing a long fight that would end up ruining my week.

We don't know why or how it was that a madman stole several tanks of experimental gas from the SwapCorp company and released the gas cloud in the city's subway, just when my boyfriend was coming back from work.

The entire city was on high alert but neither the Government nor Swapcorp could catch the culprit, much less return everyone to his original bodies. Kamnan was quarantined for a week before being able to return home like countless other gas-stricken citizens living trapped in some stranger's body, she could only speak to him on the phone, her once shrill feminine voice. now it was incredibly powerful and masculine.

When I saw Kamna for the first time in his new body I could not believe that the adorable and delicate boy with whom I shared my life was now inside that enormous gorilla of almost 2 meters and smelly, I knew that it would be different but I never imagined that I would end up in the hot body of a 20-year-old bodybuilder. As soon as he saw me he ran towards me to hug me taking huge steps with his long hairy legs, he wrapped his long muscular arms around me and squeezed me so hard I could barely breathe - cupcake! I've missed you so much!-his voice was much more imposing and masculine in person.

I forced a smile on my face immersed in my boyfriend's huge pecs that I could only achieve after trying to remember the 3 years of theater that he studied in high school so as not to make Kamna feel bad about his new body. Perhaps it's a bit ironic that Kamnan will end up in the body of a sweaty, masculine gym rat before he became one he used to hate such disgusting men...

-By the way, some “brothers” from the gym will come at night to watch the game and we're going to make a lot of noise tonight! could you go to the store and buy some light beer? for me and 6 other people?, thank you cupcake you are the best- He didn't let me say a single word before throwing his sweatpants and his dirty and wet underwear in my face.

Before he locked himself in the bathroom for 2 hours for a long beauty routine he winked at me, smiled, and flexed his amazing body for me completely naked, his entire body was incredibly muscular, it was the body of a much younger stud than I was and extremely attractive today, had he shaved his chest this morning, maybe he would have some bodybuilding competition soon or be that today?

we used to have a lot of interests in common but now the only thing we share is the bed! but now he is with his new friends all the time. Sometimes I wonder why I'm still with… Kam is no longer the sensitive and mature man I fell in love with… damn, who am I kidding? Of course, I know why I'm still with Kam.

Since he's in the body of some guy coming home from a killer workout routine we can't stop fucking, he's so hot, young, and "hung" that every time we're in bed it's like he's an animal in heat, it's the best sex I've had in years! Of course, Kamna's original body it was great but he was always so shy and weak that I used to do all the work.

Before he splits my ass in 2 with his huge cock, he lets me worship his huge musky biceps and kiss his firm pecs as he browns himself and poses in the huge full-length mirror he bought with his first personal trainer salary.

I know that the gas attack in the subway is something that most remember as a disgrace on a national level and I try to get everything back to normal between us 2 As I promised Kamnan when I saw him in his new body but I fucking love it to the new “Kam”! 

Versión en idioma español: https://docs.google.com/document/d/13NTL1sc1K98xOEa_qRIKKKLhXsmrFVK859JkNBJrkd4/edit

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Galaxy's Edge Foodstuffs & Drinkstuffs Reviews!

So last month, I was able to finally visit Black Spire Outpost, aka Batuu, aka Galaxy's Edge, aka Star Wars Land @ Disneyland!

This is a roundup of photos + reviews of all the themed foods & beverages that mum and I enjoyed during our trip.

Note that I visited Batuu West, in Disneyland California. Florida may have slightly different menus, and I know that menus change seasonally too! My visit was in January, 2023.

The rest of the photos + reviews under the cut!

Oga's Cantina

In the early morning on the very first day, we stopped by Oga's! We got some non-alcoholic drinks + some small eats to start the day off.

Non-Alcoholic drinks:

Memory's foggy, but I *think* the drinks are: 

Blurrgfire: Minute Maid® Lemonade, Pomegranate Juice, and Habanero-Lime

Review: Mildly zingy? but otherwise a pleasant juice drink.

Black Spire Brew: Cold Brew Joffrey's Coffee®, Honey, Falernum, Passion Fruit, and Citrus

Review: Probably the most questionable drink we had, but glad we tried it! The coffee + citrus gave it a sorta...sour? taste? and I'm not sure how I felt about that in my coffee! But it was certainly unique.

Blue Bantha: Blue Milk served chilled with Bantha-inspired Brown Butter Chocolate Chip and Coconut Cookie

Review: Realizing now we didn't get the cookie, sad ;_; It was ok, but idk it felt like it tasted a lot better from the Milk Stand! It was also kinda room temperature, though we *were* in the very first early morning round of people. Overall didn't stand out too much, but wasn't bad either!

Jabba Juice: Simply Orange® with Pineapple, Kiwi, Cantaloupe, and Blueberry Flavor-filled Boba

Review: A slightly mixed-juice but mostly orange juice with some blue popping boba! Was good in a normal, could probably make it at home sorta way.

Food stuffs:

Five-blossom Bread: Warm Pretzel Knot with Hawaiian Black Sea Salt, served with Calabrian Cheese Sauce

Review: It was super warm 'n toasty, surprisingly filling! It was a pretty normal pretzel and the sauce was a pretty normal slightly spicy cheese sauce, but it was still delicious!

Spiced Wroshyr Pods: Seasoned Edamame, Sliced Cucumbers, spicy Citrus-Gochujang Dip

Review: Ngl, these were just straight up plain edamame ^ ^;;; BUT the sauce was really good, preferred it to the pretzel sauce even!

I had another reservation at Oga's on a different night, and this time we tried some alcohol. Now, tbh I am not a huge fan of alcohol; I can drink it, but I just don't really like the flavor, and have never gotten drunk (nor do I really want to), and all it makes me feel is the vague urge to pee. But, I felt obligated to try something alcoholic at the cantina, so here's what I *think* we got!

Jedi Mind Trick (alcoholic): Ketel One Botanical Grapefruit and Rose Vodka, John D. Taylor's Velvet Falernum, Bols Blue Curaçao, White Grape Juice, Lime Juice, and Grapefruit Bitters

Review: It was defs sweet? Fruity? But alas, Alcohol taste was strong for me ;_;

Hyperdrive (Punch It!) (Non-alcoholic): Powerade® Mountain Berry Blast, White Cranberry Juice, Black Cherry Purée, and Sprite®

Review: Got one non-alcoholic drink, and ngl it was definitely my fav drink out of the 3 ^ ^; Unfortunately don't remember much of it, other than that I was using it to cleanse the alcohol flavor...

Fuzzy Tauntaun: Cîroc Peach Vodka, Bols Peach Schnapps, and Simply Orange® topped with Tangerine, Pure Cane Sugar, "Buzz Button Tingling" Foam

Review: This was the most recommended drink by people we spoke to + blogs I read, so I figured hey let's try it. Other people have described the foam as "tingly," but tbh...neither mum nor I really felt it? It was very foam for sure, messy, hard to get at the drink without getting foam all over your face. Taste was pretty mild (+ alcohol, LMAO).

In conclusion: Kazu, u know u don't like alcohol, plus it's expensive. Let's just stick to non-alcohol next time and save our credits, yeah? ^ ^;

Docking Bay 7

I LOVED Docking Bay 7! It was surprisingly spacious, and perhaps because we went when it wasn't too busy, but there was never any trouble getting seating. With mobile pickup food was ready almost instantaneous, and the whole interior had such an awesome aesthetic with tons of cool design details!

Trandoshan-style Pasta with Braised Bantha: Chile-braised Beef, Buttered Garlic Cavatelli, Seasonal Vegetables, Zesty Avocado Sauce, Balsamic Glaze

Review: This is the green-lookin' dish! I LOVED this one, so much I went and got it again on a different day. It's pasta, which I'm naturally biased towards, but also a lotta meat and veggies too, and pleasantly spiced. It felt like a Good Food, while also being unique and interesting enough it felt sorta Star Wars, I really enjoyed it!

Endorian Fried Chicken Tip-Yip: Crispy Chicken, Roasted Vegetable Potato Mash with Green Gravy

Review: Also good! But tasted a lot more "normal." It's a nice piece o' chickin floating in a ton of mashed potato gravy. Warm and filling, but didn't really feel as themed.

Drinks!

Moof Juice: Simply Fruit Punch®, Simply Orange® with Pineapple, Chipotle-Pineapple

Review: Another pleasant fruit juice! Gosh there are so many fruit juice mixes here! Not complaining bc I love them. Don't really remember too much about this other than "sweet."

Phattro: Gold Peak® Unsweetened Tea, Minute Maid® Lemonade, Desert Pear

Review: Another mixed juice drink, mum and I could only tell it apart from Moof Juice bc this one was mildly less sweet, more tea. Both were good!

Cold Brew Black Caf: Cold Brew Coffee topped with Sweet Cream Cheese and Chocolate Puffs

Review: I actually really enjoyed this one!! Much more than the questionable coffee at Oga's. It's got literal cereal floating on top! One thing that we found was that it wasn't as sweet or well mixed right after picking it up (no duh), but if you wait for the cream cheese and cocoa puffs dust to trickle down (or just mix it), it's a lot sweeter and so much yummier!

Also from the Docking Bay:

Vintian Mineral Mousse: Banana Brûlée-centered Dark Chocolate Mousse, Strawberry Mousse, Vanilla Chantilly, Chocolate Crumble, Cherry Garnish

Review: THIS THING. Y'all, if I had to pick just one food item to recommend from all of Galaxy's Edge, it would be this. Wasn't really sure what it was at first, and almost didn't order because I'm not a huge fan of banana flavor, but I'm SO glad that we did. Each of the blobs is a different flavored mousse, the banana being the largest, and i *think* the blue was Vanilla, pink strawberry, though those may be flipped. They each had a sorta shell like covering with soft mouse inside. They all tasted incredibly fancy and delicate, like very expensive patisserie quality, and each blob was so distinctive so you never got bored. I even liked the banana one, though I preferred the other two. The best way to eat is to take a spoonfull, and then scoop through the crumble to pick up as much of it as possible. The added crunch makes it even better!

Overall, this not only tasted phenomenal, but it had gorgeous and distinctively "Star Wars" visual presentation, and overall was so unique!

Moving on,

Milk Stand + Ronto Roasters

While the Milk Stand and Ronto Roasters are completely different shops and aren't even close, I picked up drinks from the Milk Stand for breakfast on our second day, so reviewing them together!

Blue Milk: Plant-based blend of Coconut and Rice Milk with alluring fruity characteristics

Review: The Iconic Drink. I hear that people have mixed opinions about this, but I actually really liked it—and it also tasted SUPER familiar. If any of you have had ramune before, the Japanese soda drink in a funky glass bottle that you can find at most Asian markets, it tasted SUPER similar. Perhaps part of me is biased bc my Japanese ass associates blue = ramune, but really, if someone made a ramune slush and maybe added a wee bit more citrus, this would be it. I also happen to love ramune, and slushes, so of course this was a win! If you want to taste ramune to see what Blue Milk tastes like (at least in my own humble opinion, backed by mum), make sure to pick up the "original" flavor! Overall this was super chilled and refreshing, I loved it!

Green Milk: Plant-based blend of Coconut and Rice Milk with zippy citrus and tropical characteristics

Review: I read some reviews that this was nasty, but I didn't think so, it was also pleasant. There was a bit of a strange, possibly slightly medicinal aftertaste, and it was also "milkier" than the blue so it felt less refreshing. Of the two, I definitely prefer blue, but enjoyed my cup of the green too!

Ronto Morning Wrap: Scrambled Eggs, Grilled Pork Sausage, Shredded Cheddar, Peppercorn Sauce, wrapped in Pita

Review: A very yummy wrap from Ronto's, only available in the morning! I felt like of the 3 wraps, this one was the richest, with a lotta cheese, egg, sausage. It was filling and super good! I wouldn't say that the food item itself felt particularly unique, but Ronto's has a super cool setup, so just being able to eat in the vicinity puts you into the universe.

Evening on a different day, we tried the other wraps!

Ronto Wrap: Roasted Pork, Grilled Pork Sausage, Peppercorn Sauce, tangy Slaw, wrapped in Pita

Review: The classic. I was expecting to like this one the most, and while it didn't disappoint, the others were actually so good they all sorta evened out? For being the meat option, it had a lotta veggies and didn't feel unhealthy, at least compared to my usual diet LMAO. I liked this a lot, and like the morning wrap, it was very tasty in a normal food sorta way!

Ronto-less Garden Wrap: Plant-based Sausage, spicy Kimchi Slaw, sweet Pickled Cucumber, Plant-based Gochujang Spread, wrapped in Pita

Review: Usually not a huge fan of fake meat, but this vegetarian option was actually really good! Of the 3, I think I might have even liked the flavoring best? It had a bit of zing to it, possibly due to the kimchi. Either way, I'm glad I was able to split these with mum!

Hard to say which of the wraps I liked most, I think I liked all of them around the same! None of them stuck out as Exceptional, but they were all good!

Drinks from Ronto:

Tatooine Sunset: Gold Peak® Unsweetened Tea, Minute Maid® Lemonade with Melon and Blueberry

Review: Yet another pleasant fruity drink! Don't remember much about it, other than that I liked it, and it once leaned mildly less sweet than the other one ^ ^;

Meiloorun Juice: Pineapple Juice, Minute Maid® Lemonade, with Blueberry, Cranberry Juice, Lemon Juice, and Desert Pear

Review: THIS ONE. If I had to choose ONE fruit juice out of the tons I had, this one is my favorite. I want to say that "Meiloorun" in the name isn't biasing me (it may be), but no really, this one was genuinely so good. It felt denser? than the others, really citrusy but the flavors were really well mixed so it tasted like an all-new fruit, exactly what I'd expect a Meiloorun to be like! I chugged two of these lmao.

Got this on the final day, also from Ronto:

Destran Ice Cap: Sprite®, Orange-Tangerine Syrup, topped with Sweet Cream Cheese

Review: Wasn't sure about the whole "cream cheese in soda," but I'm glad I tried this because I actually really liked it! The cream cheese added a pleasant, well, creaminess to the orange soda of the rest of it, giving it a sort of ice cream float-like feel without the ice cream. Would defs get again!

Lastly,

Kat Saka's Kettle

Picked this up on the last day!

Outpost Mix: colorful blend of seasonal flavors (blend of Caramel and Chocolate-glazed Popcorn)

Review: Honestly just a pleasant popcorn mix! It was good, flavor wasn't too strong, pretty mild. Was a nice easily consumable crunchy snack. It says caramel + chocolate, but tbh I mostly just tasted "mildly sweet." I was hoping for the brightly colored purple/red mix that at least looks a bit unique, but perhaps that's for a different season? Either way, yeah, I enjoyed this but didn't feel it was particularly special ^ ^;

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Aaaaand that's my review! I didn't quite eat *everything* at Galaxy's Edge, but I tried a darn good majority.

Overall, the vast majority of food/drink was super darn good and well worth the money! Some was more unique than others, but the quality was consistently high throughout. I did not eat outside of Galaxy's Edge my entire trip and felt very satisfied with that!

My standout favorites were: the pasta & mousse dessert from Docking Bay 7, blue milk from the Milk Stand, and Meiloorun juice from Ronto's!

I also got all 3 of the thermal detonator-shaped water bottles, but well, the flavor inside was just your regular Coke, Diet Coke, and Sprite. Still cool souvenirs!

But yes, in general, just so many fruit juices haha. Luckily I do love fruit juices, and also I'm glad that all of the bathrooms in Batuu were both clean, spacious, *never* had lines, and were also super cool-looking. Because given the amount of sugar water I was chugging, yeah. I visited them a lot!

While there's a good variety of food on Batuu and I think they did a great job with the menu, there were a few things that I hope they expand on in the future.

First, while there were some options for folks with dietary restrictions, they were extremely limited. Unsurprising, as most of the food shops already have an extremely limited menu with single digit menu items total. But it would still be nice to see these menus be expanded in the future, or possibly adding additional shops so that something, somewhere might work.

Next, I felt myself wishing for more take-home souvenir-type food. Liked boxed cookies, chocolates, y'know? Sure, you could technically take home the popcorn, but it's just in a brown bag. I'm genuinely shocked they didn't have Grogu's blue macaron cookies, I'm sure those would sell insanely well. Mouse-man, u listening?

Again, I know a lot of food menu items are seasonal/limited, so I hope I can visit again when things have switched around!

If you've been to Batuu, what were your favorite things to taste there?? Any hot items I missed?

Anyway, I hope you found this review to be interesting! Thanks for reading!!

[cholie]

Precious.

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Pairing: Best friend!San x Gn!Reader.

Word count: 533.

Genre: Fluff, very slight angst.

An: It's been way too long since I last wrote a fic so this is probably a little ouff, hope you enjoy it anyways!!

"Please, as if I'd wanna be with you anyways, you're not anything else than a crying mess. "

That was the last thing you heard from your now ex-partner before closing the windows of your parent's car you borrowed over the weekend to actually visit your partner. but now you're driving away as fast as possible, probably over to San, no negative thought could enter your head and it was making you crazy.

"Perfect." You mumbled as 'Ily' by The Rose popped up on the radio, tears leaving your eyes making it harder to drive in the already pouring rain.

-

After knocking violently on San's door for 2 minutes he finally came to the door.

"OKAY OKAY OKAY I'M COMING!!" You could hear from the other side, steps getting closer and closer to the door.

"WH- Oh my god y/n are you okay???" San's face went from annoyance from being woke up by the knocking to as if he'd just seen a ghost.

"No." Was all that managed to escape your mouth as you just silently stood there, dripping from the rain and as stiff as a tree, sobbing quietly.

"What happened?? Did they do anything?? WAIT wasn't this the supposed that was reserved to spend the weekend with them????" San couldn't stay quiet and filled your head up with questions.

"Can I come insi-" You didn't get to finish your sentence as San literally dragged you inside after that, wrapping you in a hug not caring if he'd get soaked as well, seeing you cry broke his heart.

-

"Wait okay so after all this time, your relationship was just a bet? What in the 2000's rom-com is this..." San said, making you both laugh a little.

"Yeah, it's weird, right? Some people apparently just can't seem to be honest, honestly making it through half a year impressed me." You said, not tearing up as much, sipping on the hot beverage San made you, he even let you borrow his giant hoodie and made the couch comfy with blankets.

-

Neither you nor San checked the clock and before you knew it, the clock was 3 am and you were laughing at stupid memories.

"Okay but remember when Yunho made that challenge with Yeonjun and they both ended up in detention because the teachers caught them?" You said, San laughing so much his stomach started hurting.

"Good times." He said, snuggling closer to you, eventually making you both feel tired, you eventually both ended up falling asleep on the couch in a weird but comfy sleeping position that'll probably make your body hurt in the morning.

-

Waking up to each other wasn't something odd, you've been having sleepovers or cuddling countless times.

"Morning." You said in union, smiling to each other.

"Wanna go get brunch and ice cream after? Heard Seonghwa is covering the shift today so if we're lucky we'll get a discount!" He said, you nodded excitedly.

You grabbed some clothes you knew you had at his place and borrowed a jacket and off you were to spend a sunny day together, trying to forget about your dickhead of an ex, at least you had your best friend to comfort you, always.

[zenibaa05]

BO KATAN & DIN DJARIN

Bo's first night belonging to the Din Djarin creed, might not be the most peaceful. [3k]

“The last thing I want is for you to leave.”

Author's note [This is a small fic that some have been asking me for so here it is, no, there is no smut but for the simple fact that I didn't see it as necessary… this time. if you liked it let me know!]

The blazing sun was shining brightly on the spectacle.

That morning in the Peace Park it was particularly hot, the wind was dry and the arrival of the hottest days of the year was more than imminent. Bo had noticed it right away as he climbed on the stage, the tempered glass panels of the tallest skyscrapers were burning against the relentless rays of the sun.

The turnout was considerable this time, and he could feel them getting a bit excited. Her father had been absent for a couple of months, and his subjects were in an uproar. They wanted to see the princess again with her father reciting the vows like every year, to start the festivities at the end of the semester. But Bo Katan knew that things had changed, they were no longer the same. He felt neither that illusion nor the desire to put on a fake smile in front of everyone. But he had to do it, all for him, for his father.

It was a great day, and the vast flags waved directed.

The helmets of hundreds of Mandalorians gleamed. They stood tall, imposing before one of their most loyal dukes, unrelentingly showing their clear respect and loyalty.

“I swear by my name, and by those of my ancestors, that I will walk the path of the Mandalorian and that the words of the creed will be engraved in my heart.”

Baptized by the noonday light, the youngest of the Kryze held her back firm and gazed impassively ahead. Adonai, her father, wearing his beskcar armor of his characteristic indigo blue colors, stood before her, holding in his hands the new helmet that would now belong to his youngest daughter.

He placed it on her head of silky long scarlet hair, repeating the vows and looking down at her with pride.

Bo couldn't help but stare at her father through the helmet, his clean-shaven mustache and his blue eyes shown brightly. A great man, her father and the one she trusted the most. He would give his life for Mandalore, for his own. But would he give it for her?

“This is the way.” —Her father told her then, not loud enough for the others to hear, looking into her eyes through the helmet. A promise. — "This is the way." —he repeated this time loudly and firmly, now looking at her captions, raising his arm through the sun's rays through the wind.

"This is the way," they all repeated, thus echoing the words through the air and giving himself a firm punch in the armor of over his chest.

The crowd then burst forth in praise and commendation and the new cycle of the new year was initiated.

“Bo” —His father called out to him, his eyes straight ahead and his arms folded behind his back, his cloak billowing lightly.

“Yes, father?”

“You did very well today.”

The young princess nodded, silently.

She was tired of setting expectations, she always expected more, he could always look at her with pride but never affirmed his words. Which was different when it came to her sister. Satine.

Jealousy rose in her throat then, it tasted bitter in her mouth and she tried to swallow them all, one by one. She hated herself on many occasions for feeling such feelings towards one of the people she loved the most. But she had been fighting for a long time, not to remain in the shadow...Satine's shadow. That's what everyone in the palace said, but she had no choice but to turn a deaf, foolish ear.

She didn't know at what point in her life she had begun to swear to herself; that someday, she would make every one of them swallow her damned words.

Single one of them...

It was then that the warm air stopped flowing, the flags stopped fluttering in the wind, and the sun disappeared leaving in its wake a gray, heavy atmosphere...something was happening.

“You are wicked, my weak sister.”

Bo's back tightened at the sound of her older sister's voice, her words searing into her mind, sounding in a whisper of death almost making her vomit.

Her blood froze in her veins.

She had been pinned to the spot, and could only hear her heart pounding against her eardrums. She felt like she was drowning, like she couldn't breathe...god no, it wasn't true, nothing she had thought was true.

She wasn't able to look to his left, she couldn't. Her was weak.

But it was then when she thought she had gathered enough courage to look her sister in the face, someone grabbed her hard enough to break the bones in her arms, ripping a howl of pain from her throat, which left her pinned face to face with her sister.

Satine's hair looked strangely loose, long and straight, not shining in its characteristic straw blonde, it was dull. Dead.

“Can you really believe that father could believe in you as he does in me? You, you filthy, snake-like child? Can you?”

Terror welled up in her stomach and she stopped feeling her legs when she realized that indeed, the one speaking to her was not her sister, but her mere corpse.

Bo let out a scream overflowing from the abyss of terror as Satine's lifeless blue eyes stared straight into her face, grabbing her by the neck with inhuman strength cutting off her breath, he lifted her up before her. Her very eyes, the portrait of her sister, the ones they both shared, but lifeless.

“You are as dead and rotten as I am, sister.”

The Mandalorian stood guard that long night, Grogu was already asleep. He walked in absolute silence through the labyrinthine passages of the cavern in which his people were now hiding, keeping himself hidden in the shadows. For a moment she thought then, that now Bo Katan was also part of her clan, for her the first night spent with her own after a long time. She wondered if Bo really wanted to be there, he hadn't spoken to her after the welcome approach. She simply nodded and returned to her ship. He didn't have her take off at any point, of course, but it wasn't until well after dark that he saw her come out of the hatches. He didn't go after her, what she did or didn't do wasn't his concern, not until they worked out a plan. So he decided to give her her space.

He might have been suspicious of her, but things had changed, she had been homeless anyway and maybe she had been a little overwhelmed with the whole situation, not that her cult was the most loving or close but she had decided she would keep a distance anyway. He understood her in a way.

Din had been watching her, most of them were already resting in their rooms, or going down to his chamber on the second level of the cavern, when she decided to return.

She didn't want to feel that now Bo had become part of her responsibility, but it was he who had brought her there after all. And no matter how much he alluded to it,, he was now also the one running the show among his own, he carried the dark saber and they all knew it.

The silence of the starry night crept through the entrance as he saw his silhouette appear crossing the entrance silently, he carried his helmet, good.

Din couldn't help but think of an owl, moving in the night keeping silent, lethal and solitary, ready to strike and be clean in its execution. But always maintaining its elegance. This is how Bo Katan moved.

The Armourer worked in silence, and it was nothing but the light of the blowtorches strong torches that illuminated the room. He was casting ingots.

“Long day, Bo Katan?” —His voice sounded neutral, echoing in the empty cave.

Din did not turn his attention away from the young Kryze, leaning against the cold rock he kept he hidden in the shadows.

“That's right.” —She answered him after a few seconds of silence.

The Mandalorian immediately noticed the tiredness in his savior's voice. She was not lying.

“We all have a place to rest here, under the second level is your chamber. It used to belong to one of our own, frankly deceased, he died in a recent attack.” —A sincere but measured proposal.

The Armera skillfully removed the molten remains of some ingots, unhurriedly.

“Thank you.” —She said goodbye.

That was all from Bo Katan. After that, she had gone down to the lower levels and into what were now her new quarters. Din was sure she would not be entirely content after having been living under the roofs of a palace.

He had followed her, just to make sure nothing happened to her or she simply got lost...but he didn't even know why he had done so, it was clear that she had a much better sense of direction than he did, she had known her way around a planet in complete rubble coming out unscathed.

Maybe the fact of being in charge of a child and having become a father was softening him in a way. A few years ago he wouldn't have even bothered.

After that he had continued on his watch.

It was a groan that escaped from between her lips as she awoke in the middle of the night, bringing a hand to her neck and sitting up on her cot abruptly, cold beads of sweat sliding down Bo's face, down her neck, her short hair clinging to her dripping skin. The total gloom of the room was absolutely overwhelming to her, she could see nothing but a faint light sneaking under the heavy doorway to her chamber.

It took her a few long seconds to realize that it had all been part of a nightmare, her heart was still pounding hard in her chest and her mouth felt dry. All a nightmare...just that. Nothing was real, nothing was real.

He closed his eyes tightly taking a deep breath, trying to calm himself, holding a hand to his chest.

Bo Katan could count the exact days he hadn't dreamt about his sister. They were those kinds of nights when he was more and more aware that he was not completely over her death...it was then that he wondered if the death of a sibling is ever really overcome in life. Or that of a father...If she would ever really learn to stand alone.

This was not her place. If she was sleeping there with Din's clan it was because she had nowhere else to go, not that she had tried to form a plan with him in the last few hours, she just didn't have the strength to do it or to assimilate anything.

He got up in complete silence moving to the small table on the other side of the room, picked up the glass of water from on top of it and drank every last damn drop. He had to get out of there, get some air.

He put on his armor and before he walked through the door, of course, he put on his damn helmet...not that he didn't like it, but he wasn't in the mood to wear it, not when he was still short of breath. But she had to.

She closed the door behind her. Nothing, absolutely nothing on either side of the long sandstone corridor, her chamber was the last of all and to her right the cavern wall, only the subtle sound of the soft sand falling through some of the holes in it accompanied her.

The light of the moons did not reach there, so she took out her illuminating sphere to see through the gloom of the passages.

She intended to leave through the main door through which everyone entered and left, but halfway, in the corner of one of those long passages, she noticed the bluish nocturnal luminescence sneaking somewhere in that irregular sandstone wall. She turned off the sphere, and driven by curiosity walked cautiously towards the light. She heard the wind whistling through the rock...a way out.

She didn't know if any of the clan knew of the existence of that crevice wide enough to exit through. But he didn't think twice about going through it.

Bathed in the light of the moons Bo felt his boots sink lightly into the slippery sand. The place overlooked the outside yes, but it was not what her had expected beforehand.

The cosmos was unfolding in the sky like an infinite sea of stars losing itself in the vast dunes beyond. A small esplanade surrounded by sandstone walls between passages, that's what the crevice looked like.

He pulled his helmet upwards, leaving his face uncovered, letting the night wind caress his face once and for all, taking a deep breath and letting his lungs fill with fresh air.

Yes... that was all he needed.

“What had we agreed on?”

Not even a blink and his blaster was already aimed at the owner of that fortuitous voice.

Bo's heart had accelerated so much that now he could only hear it beating against his ears, at what point had he become so defensive?

He could have recognized that silver armor of pure beskar in any of his scenerys.

“Din.” —his name escaped her lips in relief, lowering the weapon and bringing it back to its holster.

The Mandalorian stood impassively leaning against the uneven sandstone wall, illuminated by the midnight light, he watched her silently with his hands folded in front of his hips, he remained calm.

Then she noticed how his gaze slowly shifted to the helmet clutched in his other hand.

“I needed to get some air.” —She excused herself at once, keeping her gaze on him. —”I'm not used to wearing it for such a long period of time like you and yours. I don't know how you do it.”

“You're lucky this is a secluded place.” —He replied, gracefully moving away from the wall, shortening the distance that separated them.

Bo followed him with his gaze at all times...with a fleeting thought, he would never admit that he found her way of moving somewhat attractive. Perhaps it was because of the armor...in a way it intimidated him. And he still wasn't quite clear if he was doing it on purpose.

"Since when do you stay so defensive?"

A question she didn't even want to ask herself, she supposed she had more than a single reason to be.

“The odd thing would be if she wasn't.” —Din had closed the distance between them, but without either of them losing their personal space.

“There was a time when I behaved like that too.” —A small confession from the bounty hunter.

It was then that a somewhat dense silence broke through. Bo was looking at him as if he could see through his helmet. She had seen him from the back, but never from the front...she could only see his brown hair worn in a classic cut.

She cleared her throat and looked down slightly for a few seconds. He too seemed to notice her certain discomfort.

“So you're not going to follow the creed.”

Those words elicited a small smirk in Krtze, snapping her out of that little trance.

“Did you think I was going to do it?” —she sounded somewhat incredulous —”You see Din...when you haven't been raised as that belief since you were a child it's...weird, complicated. You know why I did it.”

“To keep you safe, I understand you.” —He was surprisingly flexible, shrugged his shoulders slightly and began to take small steps around the room, now with his hands folded behind his back.— “Leave whenever you want.”

Those last words made her stiffen, she found herself holding the helmet tighter than she had estimated. Her gaze hardened, now Din had his back to her again.

“Wow, you say that as if you had already made up your mind.” —Bo's tonality had changed completely, now she was colder. As if any wall that could have been destroyed between them had been in vain.

“Understand that if you want to stay, so that we can all fight together again, you must follow the creed. You're putting me in a bind if you go about taking off your helmet without rhyme or reason, they're not like other Mandalorians you've met. So do me the favor of putting on your helmet for once, at least for as long as we stay here.” —Bo was surprised at how harsh he was with his words. Was he making a plan? To fight together? —”If you're caught without your helmet I'll be forced to throw you out and I'm afraid you won't be able to come back.

His jaw tightened. What, in an engagement, huh? Asshole.

Driven by anger, she threw her helmet to the sandy ground without a second thought, making the sound of the beskar sound hollow and bouncing off the sandstone walls, caused Din to turn around immediately.

The ostracized princess of her own planet was facing her only and last hope. This time she had been the one to close the gap between them, but now with the difference that she had left no personal space between them.

Little more and her nose would brush against the cold armor of the Mandalorian.

“In a compromise? Dare to repeat it.” —His words carried the characteristic bittersweet taste of threat. —”Who are you supposed to be here now? The damn boss?” —She accused him with her finger on his chest armor. Din was silent, she knew he was staring at him through the helmet. She could feel it. —”Do you think they respect you for who you are? The only reason they all follow you is because of that damn saber you have wrapped on your belt. Without it, you're nobody to them.” —Bo knew what he was talking about, he knew it all too well. —”As soon as you no longer belong to them, they'll cast you aside like they did me.”

A queen without a throne.

They spent a few seconds in silence staring at each other. But there was nothing that bothered Bo more than the damn helmet that kept covering Din's face. He couldn't see his damn expression or the sparkle in his eyes. It was when he thought of that that he noticed her reflection in the shining beskar of his armor, tears falling silently down her cheeks.

Then he gently grabbed her by the arms, pulling her apart little by little in a controlled manner.

“Deep breaths Bo.”

It was then that she realized how rapid and irregular her breathing had become, as if she had again just woken up from a bad dream.

He felt himself getting dizzy, his legs were shaking and he was losing his balance.

She clung tightly to Din's arms, closing her eyes tightly and digging her nails in, trying to follow his words.

“That's it, it's over...inhale...exhale, come on, again.”

Inhale and exhale, just as he told her, she immediately felt strong enough to open her eyes again. And when she looked up, there he was looking at her through the helmet, just like seconds before.

“Bo?”

His name being spoken again through his lips brought her back to herself.

“Forgive me. I'm...I'm fine.” —She pulled her grip off Din almost immediately, he did the same with her

“Are you sure?” —Bo interrupted him immediately.

“Very sure. I apologize again.” —She was ready to get out of there, she was feeling so embarrassed that I couldn't even look him in the face again. It had been a long time since she had suffered one of those episodes.

It was as she was turning in her footsteps that someone grabbed her arm firmly.

Din.

“It is I who owe you an apology.” —A short pause. —”The mistake was mine...I should have been more careful with my words. I…”—Another silence. —”The last thing I want is for you to leave.” —Bo was catatonic at his confession. —”I just...I don't see anyone else helping me in this Bo. I need you by my side to win this war. I guess...I got scared.”

Bo Katan could not believe the Mandalorian's honest confessions.

Still feeling the slight grip on his arm he slowly turned to face him again. And although that helmet still covered his features, he knew Din wasn't lying.

[religion-is-a-mental-illness]

From today's WSJ. Self-publish indeed.

Funny how God's most important work was delivered to humanity using technology that was available at the time. If he'd sent them laser engraved titanium tablets, we'd still have the finely inscribed originals today.

And proof of divinity.

For an all-powerful god who can create an entire universe exactly how he wishes with just a word, there is no deed which is any more difficult than any other deed. They are exactly as trivial. Anything he does for you is no more difficult or meaningful than not doing it at all. Bestowing personalized, laser-engraved titanium tablets to each and every human on Earth is no more difficult than producing stone tablets... or doing nothing at all.

Instead, we get crap like this.

Exodus 24:12

And the Lord said unto Moses, Come up to me into the mount, and be there: and I will give thee tables of stone, and a law, and commandments which I have written; that thou mayest teach them.

Exodus 31:18

And he gave unto Moses, when he had made an end of communing with him upon mount Sinai, two tables of testimony, tables of stone, written with the finger of God.

Exodus 32:14-19

And the Lord repented of the evil which he thought to do unto his people.

And Moses turned, and went down from the mount, and the two tables of the testimony were in his hand: the tables were written on both their sides; on the one side and on the other were they written.

And the tables were the work of God, and the writing was the writing of God, graven upon the tables.

And when Joshua heard the noise of the people as they shouted, he said unto Moses, There is a noise of war in the camp.

And he said, It is not the voice of them that shout for mastery, neither is it the voice of them that cry for being overcome: but the noise of them that sing do I hear.

And it came to pass, as soon as he came nigh unto the camp, that he saw the calf, and the dancing: and Moses' anger waxed hot, and he cast the tables out of his hands, and brake them beneath the mount.

Exodus 34:1-5

And the Lord said unto Moses, Hew thee two tables of stone like unto the first: and I will write upon these tables the words that were in the first tables, which thou brakest.

And be ready in the morning, and come up in the morning unto mount Sinai, and present thyself there to me in the top of the mount.

And no man shall come up with thee, neither let any man be seen throughout all the mount; neither let the flocks nor herds feed before that mount.

And he hewed two tables of stone like unto the first; and Moses rose up early in the morning, and went up unto mount Sinai, as the Lord had commanded him, and took in his hand the two tables of stone.

And the Lord descended in the cloud, and stood with him there, and proclaimed the name of the Lord.

Exodus 34:27-32

And the Lord said unto Moses, Write thou these words: for after the tenor of these words I have made a covenant with thee and with Israel.

And he was there with the Lord forty days and forty nights; he did neither eat bread, nor drink water. And he wrote upon the tables the words of the covenant, the ten commandments.

And it came to pass, when Moses came down from mount Sinai with the two tables of testimony in Moses' hand, when he came down from the mount, that Moses wist not that the skin of his face shone while he talked with him.

And when Aaron and all the children of Israel saw Moses, behold, the skin of his face shone; and they were afraid to come nigh him.

And Moses called unto them; and Aaron and all the rulers of the congregation returned unto him: and Moses talked with them.

And afterward all the children of Israel came nigh: and he gave them in commandment all that the Lord had spoken with him in mount Sinai.

The god of creation didn't think to make the tablets indestructible, and when they were broken, instead of reconstituting them, asked Moses to make some more, traipse back up the mountain, proposed that "I will write upon these tables the words that were in the first tables, which thou brakest" but then couldn't be bothered - or just plain forgot - and "the Lord said unto Moses, Write thou these words."

And the whole thing took almost six weeks. Twice.

The universe was created in 6 days, but two tablets with 10 dot points on them took two attempts, each 40 days. And Lord still didn't learn from the first time, because he didn't think to make the second set any more indestructible than the first. Even magic unbreakable stone would have been a true miracle to declare himself to the world.

This is a stupid book, containing a stupid story about a stupid god. How anyone thinks this is the greatest story ever told is beyond me, when it's not even in the top 1000 least facepalmy stories.

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BLURRED LOVE (18+) ǁ CHAPTER TWELVE

Will Ransome x fem!Reader

Warnings for this Chapter: mentions of prostitution, suggestive smut

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LINK TO SERIES MASTERLIST ǁ CHAPTER THIRTEEN

A few hours later, the sun was already setting, Will had reached London. He made his way through the city, on search for a place to stay for the night. To his luck, he found something. A small tavern. Not the best, but cheap. "Thank you." Will said, offering the black-haired servant, who had led him towards his room a smile. "No problem." She replied and left immediately again. Will settled down in his room, throwing his suitcase on the spare bed. It wasn't much, but it was enough for a few days. Therefore, that it was almost dark outside, he decided to start searching for Y/N tomorrow. It wouldn't help him to wander alone at night through a city he didn't know. It could be quite dangerous. Not that he couldn't defend himself, but he didn't want to risk it.

The next morning, as soon as the sun rose above the London sky, he begun his search. London was big, had not just one brothel, so the reverend feared that this could take a while. Although, he quickly noticed that it wasn't easy for him to set foot into such houses... It felt wrong. He still was a man of God, after all. He would never do such a dirty thing - except for the woman he loved. So, he went from one house of pleasure to the next, but no one ever heard of the woman he was looking for. Neither the pimp, nor the ladies who worked there. Will's search was unsuccessful. Frustrated, he made his way back to the tavern he stayed in, slumped into one of the old, wooden chairs and ordered a beer. This certainly wasn't going how he imagined... Will hadn't a single clue where to continue his search - and the time was ticking... He didn't know if Y/N was in danger or not. The reverend took a big swig of his beer, pinching the bridge of his nose. He had no other choice... He needed to ask someone for help. His oceanic eyes roamed the big room. Quite a few people were here. Mostly men, drinking and laughing. But then he saw the friendly black-haired woman, who led him to his room yesterday. Perhaps she was able to help him. He really didn't want to do this. It felt so wrong, but what other choice did he have? If he wanted to find Y/N, he had to do it.

"Excuse me?" Will spoke up, when the woman passed by his table. She stopped in her tracks, turning to face him. "Yes?" "Can you..." He cleared his throat. "Do you have a moment? I am afraid I need help." The black-haired beauty eyed him quite sceptical, but then nodded. "Thank you. Please..." Will gestured towards the chair opposite him. "Have a seat." She did what he asked her to do, sat down opposite him; a hint of coy suspicion in her green eyes. "What is the matter?" She asked. Will cleared his throat, felt how the nervosity and especially embarrassment rose in the pit of his stomach. "I... I'm looking for a friend... I believe she may be hosted by one of the city's more established... houses of pleasure, but alas I am unfamiliar with that world..." His gaze flickered to the servant seated across from him. Will swallowed hard; his stomach churning as he watched how a knowing smile crept across her plump lips. His clerical collar felt suddenly very tight around his neck as he felt the woman's gaze run wantonly down his body. She bit her lip; her shimmery green eyes reflected nothing but lust. Will swallowed again, raised a slightly trembling hand to tug at the white collar, hoping to get more air into his lungs. The woman sensed his nervosity, of course. Who wouldn't? It was quite obvious and not very subtle. "There's no need to be nervous, Reverend... Ransome?" She remembered his name. "We get all sorts in these parts you know." She whispered with a wink, placing her hand under her chin and leaning forward on the table. "If you're looking to do a little sinning, you don't have to seek out such dirty places, you know... I would be more than happy to join you, Reverend." She purred, giving the man a seductive smile. Will's eyes widened at the proposition. The devil really was turning up the heat in this city of temptation. "Madam, y-you misunderstand me." He said, flustered, scrambling for an explanation - or rather an excuse? "I am not here to sin. I-I am simply looking for my friend. I-I fear she might be in danger." The woman leant back, crossing her arms and lifting an eyebrow. "And you're going to save her, vicar?" She spat sarcastically as Will shifted in his seat, suddenly feeling more than just uncomfortable. "Yes, I am." Will replied, trying to sound sternly. "Fine." The woman stood up from the chair again. "The 'Regents Parlour' is where you are most likely going to find her. It's the highest attended house of pleasure in London." She said, voice laced with venom, before she walked away. "T-Thank you..." Will mumbled, more to himself. Was she offended by him, just because he turned down her... offer? Will shook his head, then downed the rest of the remaining beer of the glass in his hands. He stood up, grabbed his coat and with a last look on the watch, he left the tavern again. It wasn't too late yet. The sun only on the verge of sinking. If he hurried, he could still reach the brothel before sunset.

Will almost ran through the endless streets of London, until he saw his destination appear at the horizon. Almost there, he thought. Out of breath, he came to a halt in front of the rather big building. Lights flickered inside a lot of rooms, men entering and leaving the house. A shiver ran down the reverend's spine. He took a deep breath and crossed the street, hand lingering for a moment above the door handle, before he pushed it down and entered the building. His eyes scanned nervously and in utter discomfort the big, spacious room. Although, Will hadn't the chance to look further, when a blonde woman in a very scarce dress approached him. The reverend immediately lowered his head, avoiding any look on her body. This wasn't appropriate. He shouldn't look at her. "Hello, Sir." The woman purred and Will felt how she placed a hand on his upper chest. He continued to stare at his feet, heart hammering wildly against his ribcage. "How can I be of service?" To Will's sheer horror started the woman's hand to trail down his upper body, stopping dangerously close just above the hem of his trousers. His breath hitched in his throat - from shock. He didn't want that. Seeing no other way out, he took a step back, escaping the woman's touch. Come on, William, he thought. Get yourself together. You're here for Y/N, remember? The reverend took a deep breath and lifted his head, looking the blonde woman straight into her brown eyes. "I am looking for someone. Her name is Y/N. Is she working here?" The woman frowned, staring at him quite a bit in disbelief. "You're not here for a night of pleasure?" He quickly shook his head, gaining back a bit of his confidence. "No, madam. I-I am a man of God, not a sinner. This isn't an establishment for a man like me." He paused. "I apologise for the disturbance, but please... Would you help me?" The blonde-haired woman was still confused. Never in all her years as a prostitute happened something like this to her. "W-What was your friend's name?" "Y/N. Is she working here?" "Y/N?" She asked, starting to nod. "Yes. Y/N is working here." A relieved breath left Will's lips; a huge weight lifted off his chest. He had found her. "Can you... Can you bring me to her, please?" "I, uhm, don't know if she has a client or not, but, yes... We can go and look." A smile appeared on the vicar's face. "Oh thank you. Thank you very much."

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Red and White

Chapter 2

Rated: M

Warnings: hint at the end to smut, Unbeta-ed

Link to Chapter One | Chapter 3

When the white light from the sun shines past the blue tinted curtains, your face scrunches up and you turn away burying your face into your pillow. You reach out seeking out your partner, the warmth of him was on you all night and you miss it. The other side of the bed is cold causing you to sigh, guess you better get ready for work too.

Fortunately, he works at the museum (same one that ironically he was fired from). You are the new Director after Ms.Donna had too many compliments against her. Thus you came in and fate made it right after Steven finished paying off the repairs to the bathroom.

You offered him the job because he pointed out in the new exhibit Khonshu, one of Egyptian Gods of the moon. Never have you seen someone so passionately speak about history without sounding burnt-out. You cannot blame the staff given Ms.Donna's behavior.

"Would you like to be the tour guide for this exhibit?"

Now, you always made it a rule not to date coworkers. You have seen messy office romances… But for him, Steven with a 'V', seems breaking that rule has not bitten you in the ass. Plus, you rarely see him because you are always busy in meetings or off site to see the artifacts for display in other exhibits. Cycling and such.

You groan, rubbing your eyes, your warm flippers tapping the cold wooden floor as you make your way to the bathroom. Such begins the morning routine.

The love bite at the back of your neck is covered by the collar of your dress.

White like an angel or like moon's light on dark winter night and full moon high in the sky. Steven is the poetic one, the one who charms you with words and nerdiness. His touch starved behavior is what got you to sleep with him after only a week of knowing him. The man has you breaking some personal rules, ignoring red flags, and honestly believing in love at first sight.

It was worth it in the end.

A trust building, he revealed he has DID; though you do not truly understand it completely— Nothing can phase you after the whole "Rapture" event around the world (ya know like in this wild films where God makes a certain people disappear) by the hands of an alien, then seeing Khonshu, and other wild things.

In short, meeting Marc was a walk in the park. If the park was full of thugs and you are running with blinders on.

A lot of work. Not saying Steven was easy but a lot of issues Marc has are not the same as his alter. What he can't say in words he makes up in actions.

Protector and lover. He never wears white. Neither of them were white like you do.

Jake gave you white and red roses. You assumed it was Steven who bought them.

White for innocent, the pure, white is the color of a rose before Aphrodite's finger was cut by a torn and thus a rose became red.

That sort of symbolism is more his speed.

Steven did not give you flowers nor Marc.

"You think the security guard gave it to me?! Pft, sorry but he is too uh… Bottom to make a bold move like that." Talking to Marc after sex. Chatting away the night until you fall asleep with him in your arms.

In white he leaves you, in red he returns. Lockely at least has you at darkness of night.

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9th January >> Mass Readings (USA)

Tuesday, First Week in Ordinary Time 

(Liturgical Colour: Green: B (2))

First Reading 1 Samuel 1:9-20 The Lord God remembered Hannah, and she gave birth to Samuel.

Hannah rose after a meal at Shiloh, and presented herself before the LORD; at the time, Eli the priest was sitting on a chair near the doorpost of the LORD’s temple. In her bitterness she prayed to the LORD, weeping copiously, and she made a vow, promising: “O LORD of hosts, if you look with pity on the misery of your handmaid, if you remember me and do not forget me, if you give your handmaid a male child, I will give him to the LORD for as long as he lives; neither wine nor liquor shall he drink, and no razor shall ever touch his head.” As she remained long at prayer before the LORD, Eli watched her mouth, for Hannah was praying silently; though her lips were moving, her voice could not be heard. Eli, thinking her drunk, said to her, “How long will you make a drunken show of yourself? Sober up from your wine!” “It isn’t that, my lord,” Hannah answered. “I am an unhappy woman. I have had neither wine nor liquor; I was only pouring out my troubles to the LORD. Do not think your handmaid a ne’er-do-well; my prayer has been prompted by my deep sorrow and misery.” Eli said, “Go in peace, and may the God of Israel grant you what you have asked of him.” She replied, “Think kindly of your maidservant,” and left. She went to her quarters, ate and drank with her husband, and no longer appeared downcast. Early the next morning they worshiped before the LORD, and then returned to their home in Ramah.

When Elkanah had relations with his wife Hannah, the LORD remembered her. She conceived, and at the end of her term bore a son whom she called Samuel, since she had asked the LORD for him.

The Word of the Lord

R/ Thanks be to God.

Responsorial Psalm Psalm 1 Samuel 2:1, 4-5, 6-7, 8abcd

R/ My heart exults in the Lord, my Savior.

“My heart exults in the LORD, my horn is exalted in my God. I have swallowed up my enemies; I rejoice in my victory.”

R/ My heart exults in the Lord, my Savior.

“The bows of the mighty are broken, while the tottering gird on strength. The well-fed hire themselves out for bread, while the hungry batten on spoil. The barren wife bears seven sons, while the mother of many languishes.”

R/ My heart exults in the Lord, my Savior.

“The LORD puts to death and gives life; he casts down to the nether world; he raises up again. The LORD makes poor and makes rich; he humbles, he also exalts.”

R/ My heart exults in the Lord, my Savior.

“He raises the needy from the dust; from the dung heap he lifts up the poor, To seat them with nobles and make a glorious throne their heritage.”

Gospel Acclamation cf. 1 Thessalonians 2:13

Alleluia, alleluia. Receive the word of God, not as the word of men, but as it truly is, the word of God. Alleluia, alleluia.

Gospel Mark 1:21-28 Jesus taught them as one having authority.

Jesus came to Capernaum with his followers, and on the sabbath he entered the synagogue and taught. The people were astonished at his teaching, for he taught them as one having authority and not as the scribes. In their synagogue was a man with an unclean spirit; he cried out, “What have you to do with us, Jesus of Nazareth? Have you come to destroy us? I know who you are–the Holy One of God!”

Jesus rebuked him and said, “Quiet! Come out of him!” The unclean spirit convulsed him and with a loud cry came out of him. All were amazed and asked one another, “What is this? A new teaching with authority. He commands even the unclean spirits and they obey him.” His fame spread everywhere throughout the whole region of Galilee.

The Gospel of the Lord

R/ Praise to you, Lord Jesus Christ.

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10, 13, 17 kiss prompt and any paring you think it fits : D

As you wish. ;)

Thancred awoke to an unfamiliar weight against him and froze, uncertain. Then the scent of wild roses and green growing things filled his lungs and he closed his eyes, burying his face against Kal’istae’s throat, his lips pressed flush to her pulse. She murmured in her sleep and he felt her legs twist with his, her tail wrapping over his hips as she burrowed into his embrace.  “Good morning,” he murmured, inhaling again.

“Morning,” came her sleepy reply, and he felt the moment she recognized his voice, felt her tense. “Oh. Uhm. Thancred,” she murmured, trying to draw away and finding herself trapped by his arms. “I’m sorry…”

(More under the cut; warning: slightly sexual >.>)

He raised his head, brushing his lips against her forehead, tracing down across the scales that dipped between her eyes. “For what? Mmm. Gods, you taste divine. Let me…” He trailed off as he hauled her up, taking her mouth with his and feasting at it. He could feel her sleepy confusion, feel the slow stir of her muscles as she awoke from her sleepy haze into a sexual one. By the time he rolled her on her back and slid between her thighs, she was wide-awake and wide-open for him.

Afterwards, she lay sprawled upon the mattress and he rolled over on his side, lifting himself upon one elbow to gaze down at her. She met his eyes, her expression languid, and lifted a hand to touch his face. “So pretty,” she murmured, then laughed at his expression. “Very well. So handsome. Better?”

He grunted. “Is that all I am to you? A handsome face?”

Her smile slid away, her fingers still stroking his jaw. “No. You’re a peerless warrior, a brilliant tactician, a silver-tongued scoundrel. You are,” she admitted, dropping her gaze away, “my inspiration.”

It drove the breath from his lungs. “I’m your what?”

Her cheeks grew dark as she flushed, embarrassed. “My inspiration. You’re the reason I learned to do so much - if you could do it, so could I. You were the bar I set for myself.”

Despite his bardic training, Thancred floundered to find the words to respond to her. She stared up at him, growing more and more purple, then began to roll away. He reached out and stopped her, holding tight despite her struggles. “Just wait a minute,” he snapped. “I’m not upset. I’m… flabbergasted. That you of all people would think me inspiring…” He gave a wondering laugh. “When all this time, I’ve only been trying to meet your lofty example.”

“Mine!” Kal’istae shot up, twisting to stare at him. “You must be kidding.”

He shook his head at her, sitting up as well. “I swear, you are the only paragon in the world who has absolutely no conception of her worth. My dearest Warrior of Light, since the moment I first began to notice you, making your mark in Ul’dah, I aspired to be like you - to match your verve, your confidence, your desire to help. You were the ultimate Scion, and you weren’t even among us - yet.”

She stared at him, then bit her lip, looking away. “I am not worthy of your admiration, Thancred.”

He reached out, tangling his fingers in her hair. “I disagree,” he said gently. “But that is neither here nor there. Inspiration is subjective - after all,” and he grinned, “you find me to be inspiring.”

She gazed at him thoughtfully for a long moment, then leaned in, brushing her lips across his. “I do,” she agreed softly. “Even moreso now than I ever did.”

Swift as a striking snake, he caught her in his arms, bearing her down to the bed. “And what, precisely, do I inspire you to now?” he purred, laying his long, lean body along hers, and her eyes widened to find him already ready for another round.

Laughing, she reached up to twine her arms about his neck, her legs hitching up and over his hips. As she impaled herself on him, her back arching with her groan of pleasure, he laughed, long and low. “You inspire me,” she panted, “to come.”

“Then, my own lady,” he murmured as he began to move in swift, steady rhythm, “allow me to inspire you again, and again, and again.”

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Rosegarden Week 2022🌹 1st May: Silver & Gold

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It starts like another romance. Or at least that’s what they tell people. Well, what Oscar tells people.

When he first sees her, she’s got two cuts on her face and a black eye from the massive beating she took in the ring, a silver medal on the bench beside her.

He comes into the locker room because he thought it was the men’s room and when she sees him, doesn’t bother to correct him that ‘no, you can’t come in here, this is the ladies’ room. Take it somewhere else.’

But it breaks his heart to see her look so beaten. He’d been ringside on assignment, but he hadn’t seen how a fight could break someone like this. The lights, the roar of the Olympic crowd, the ring of the bell,

“You okay?” he asks, after finishing his business.

Ruby barely registers his words when she replies, “I don’t know.”

“For what it’s worth, it was a point victory,” he says.

“The other girl was a tank,” Ruby said, “I felt every one of those points.”

In spite of himself, he sits down beside her.

“Do you… do you want me to tell your side of the story? I’m a journalist. That’s what I do.”

🌹🌲🌹🌲🌹

He spends the next month and a half on the road with her, her family and her dog, writing down everything she says and every detail of the places they visit.

And each time, there’s new surprises.

Stopping their big tour bus at roadside diners and hotels whenever the minibar runs low on leftovers, arcades and drive-ins that the rest of the world has forgotten that hold hidden treasures like the original arcade Donkey Kong and showings of Rodan and Mothra vs Godzilla in all its grainy, English dubbed glory.

Soon, he was buying journals instead of notepads, then a tape recorder, and finally, a video camera, to transcribe every word Ruby Rose said, to capture ever gesture she made as she trained, talked to a fan, spent time with her sister or her dad, played fetch with her dog, just be her really.

He learns how her older sister, Yang, is also a boxer, training for a different weight class. He learns her favorite food are chocolate chip cookies, that her favorite color is red and that she’d been training for that Olympic gold medal that had narrowly evaded her grasp since the phone call telling her she could qualify for it.

Pretty soon, he was running out of excuses to send his editor about. Running out of excuses that his heart didn’t flutter as he watched her spar with her father and sister, train with her uncle, go about her everyday life in that particularly Ruby way.

Soon, he’s holding the training mitts for her to hit, soon he’s her running companion, soon she’s seeking him out.

Soon there’s odd silences between them.

Soon, it’s the Olympics again, the event which had defeated her last time. The event that brought them together.

He’s on the edge of his seat the whole match, a tense eight rounds of two women smashing their fists into each other’s’ faces.

And he wants to be in her corner. Desperately. And when she staggers in round six, he’s on his feet and has to restrain himself.

But then there’s a flash of white in the ring and the bell rings and his heart pulls tight. She was too much for her opponent. And he wondered why he’d doubted her. And as the Gold medal is hung around his neck, he thinks to himself as she beams ‘she never looked more beautiful.’

🌹🌲🌹🌲🌹

They celebrate at a hotel until the early hours of the morning, when everyone is blinking to stay awake and the night is neither hot nor cold, but he doesn’t like the way his shirt sticks to his skin.

So he retreats to his room and takes it off.

“You look nice.”

He freezes at the voice and he turns slowly. Ruby’s in his room, wearing her medal and a flush from the dirty shirleys she’d been drinking.

Looking in the full-length mirror that had come with the room, he sees what she meant. Helping her train had toned his wiry physique and trimmed away any remaining baby fat.

“Thanks,” he says. And then she’s on him, a sloppy drunkards kiss that he doesn’t want to respond to because… well, he’s drunk.

“I know I’m drunk,” she says, pulling away, “I just wanted to let you know… thank you.”

After stumbling over her words, she stumbles out his door, leaving him to just stand there, replaying the event in his mind and wondering what to make of it.

🌹🌲🌹🌲🌹

His editor talks him out of quitting the paper, managing to coax a book deal out of him. He’s staying on the road with Ruby, staying with her as something more than her Boswell. The book hits the stores early October of the next year and he can only smile when he sees the cover because he’d fought tooth and nail to keep that title.

Silver to Gold: the Ruby Rose Story by Oscar Pine.